#then again about the nun thing... i have noticed a lot of people just go for aus. i can't recall ever being in a fandom with SO many aus

[sisterdivinium]

You know, for a show with so many female characters that so many of us love given how they all get time in the spotlight one way or another and they fill that time up rather wonderfully since they are deeper and more developed than what we're used to seeing in general media, it is peculiar (to say the least) to see so few "alternative" ships to the main one.

I'm not saying the canon ship doesn't deserve its attention -- I'm wondering instead why the canon ship and it alone seem to guide the WN fans who just so happen to enjoy writing/reading fic or fanart or whatever.

You'd think all these cool women would inspire more ships or combinations thereof, but those of us who aren't invested in avatrice just... Float along, around one another, ignored (and, yes, mostly undisturbed too; being unpopular does have its advantages and that includes a lot less weirdos leaving you strange or awkward messages -- it does not, however, shield us from people flooding our goddamn tags on AO3 with fic that has nothing to do with our little ships and I do wish such negligence of the pairing itself meant we didn't have to deal with this spam...)

I am also not saying that fandom activity should be based solely on shipping (and recently someone on Reddit was rather confused by the fact that a lot of it is, which is quite an interesting topic to discuss in itself -- after all, there is more to fan creativity than shippy fic... Or there used to be), merely that, here, it appears that a canon relationship can outshine interest in the other, non-canon ones. It's already there and it was doubtless well-done by the show, so it's natural that it should claim people's attention, sure. It's just that being canon was never the parameter for whether people were interested in these or those two (or more) characters maybe being involved and trying to explore what that could mean through fanwork.

There has always been a complaint haunting fandom spaces concerning the minuscule amounts of f/f fic, art, discussion, w/e based on how few (interesting or sympathetic or relatable) female characters there are in media at large. So what I'm curious about is why fan creations made around WN -- a show that finally gives us a whole cast of female characters that are what we have been craving for decades -- don't also reflect its diversity.

There are alternative ships (I'm here, all happy in my tiny Doctor Superion bubble, and I know there are Camila/Lilith, Ava/Lilith, Mary/Shannon, Mary/Lilith shippers out there, so a warm hello to you if you're reading this), but go on AO3 and compare the numbers of things tagged with these proper pairings to the grand total of WN stories. Better (or worse) still, do so with the "otp: true" trick or simply by excluding avatrice from the search to see how many are left.

It's... A considerable difference. And a mystery, at least to me.

#tagging this as #warrior nun #simply because i'd like to talk about this and maybe some of you have thoughts or theories about it #i just ask you engage in good faith if you do. i'm not pointing fingers at avatrice people i think they're fine and dandy #i'm just -- to reiterate -- surprised at how little interest there is in other ships when the potential is all there #(is it because they're nuns? that never stopped avatrice so why should it stop others...) #(besides lilith is hardly still a nun after s2. bea left. mary didn't really take vows did she? you really thought i was a nun she says...) #meta fandom talk i guess #then again about the nun thing... i have noticed a lot of people just go for aus. i can't recall ever being in a fandom with SO many aus #is the religious aspect an issue by any chance? i also recall someone commenting on how little a part religion played in these aus #curious. very curious. #i imagine some of you are wondering why i care when i don't even read fic but -- #-- to quote jillian salvius herself i am a curious person and well you are a curiosity lol

[fromxxthexxashes]

Okay, this is kind of long, but just hear me out:

I keep seeing people say Eddie saying he ‘moves too fast’ seems out of character, but I don’t think I agree.

For one, he proposed to Shanon after she got pregnant, and when she came back in his life he immediately started sleeping with her and immediately moved to re-propose when he thought she was pregnant again.

With Ana, he did take things slower at first, but he did introduce her to Chris pretty quickly (at least I think so). Though, I will admit he didn’t introduce her without thinking about it because he did go to Bobby and Athena for advice. However, after he introduced Ana to Chris, they seemed to get a lot more serious fairly quickly. They hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ before Ana was stepping into this sort of ‘motherly’ role. After all, she was over at Eddie’s house cooking meals (ex: the dinner with/ Carla) and she looked after Chris for days during the blackout, when Abuela or Pepa could have helped out. Eddie described it as a “ready-made family”, which for me translates to ‘things went too fast and got way too serious before I knew it’. When he realized just how serious things were getting, he started panicking. She was enveloped enough in their life that Chris thought they would get married someday. And when the reality caught up to him that he was building this family unit with a woman he didn’t love, couldn’t love, it scared him and he broke it off.

Then he rushed things with M*risol and he freaked out again. The whole (admittedly stupid) nun storyline was there to show us that Eddie didn’t know anything about this woman (and that he has catholic guilt), yet he asked her to move in before he even said I love you. Why? Well, it goes back to Eddie’s age-old enemy: obligation.

For one, he feels obligated to have this permanent mother figure in Christopher’s life (and someone on here made a great post about how Eddie’s decision to ask M*risol to move in tied back to Chris’s storyline in 7x01 which I agree with with 100%). I also know that Eddie has never had a healthy romantic relationship in his life. He has never gotten with a woman without something pushing him to do it. With Shannon, it was a teen pregnancy and the church. With Ana, it was his (well-meaning) friends who pushed him to move on from Shannon. With M*risol, it was Pepa (with good intentions) who pushed him to start dating again, otherwise he might end up alone.

Marrying someone is something one does because one loves someone. Eddie proposed because he was afraid of what the church would think. Letting someone step into a mother-like role in a child’s life is something one does when one loves someone. Eddie did it because he was afraid he and Christopher were never going to be able to move on from Shannon. One asks someone to move in because they love them. Eddie did it because he was scared of having someone else walk out of his and Chris’s life.

Eddie has never followed his heart when it comes to his relationships with women. He has never dated someone casually before. He always tries to commit way before his heart is in it. He goes through these really long stints of being single, followed by relationships that do, admittedly, move really fast. He thinks he’s following his gut, but in truth, he’s following his misguided sense of duty.

The only time Eddie has made a serious commitment that wasn’t born out of obligation, was when he wrote Buck into his will. No one told him to do that. He did that because he wanted the best for Chris, sure, but more so because Eddie doesn’t trust anyone as much as he trusts Buck. And he did that knowing that his parents would disapprove. He did it despite his obligations to his blood family. Eddie followed his heart and tied himself and his son to Buck for the rest of their lives. (And notice how Buck has been a borderline co-parent to Chris for years, and that has never freaked Eddie out before)

So, yeah, I think he does move too fast in his relationships with women because he always takes serious steps before he develops serious feelings for these women. And he probably knows, deep down, that he’ll never be able to develop serious, romantic feelings for women. This is why he jumps into the deep end, because if he doesn’t, then he’ll never get there.

He has wants. He’s just not ready to acknowledge them yet. So, for now, he’ll just keep on doing what he feels he’s obligated to do.

#eddie diaz #911 #911 on abc #911 abc #christopher diaz #evan buck buckely #buddie #evan buckley #911 season 7

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Ok so imagine if the halo responds to Ava's emotions, and when Beatrice holds her she tries to play it cool but the halo just starts glowing brightly.

This kind of took on a life of its own so I hope you like the direction I took it in. I want to write more for this idea, it was fun. You can read this on ao3 too.

---

Ava is screwed. Totally, completely, one hundred percent screwed. And why is she screwed, you may ask? Oh, just the little fact that she’s definitely falling in love with Beatrice.

And why is that bad?

One, Ava is a nun which means that absolutely nothing can happen between them, Beatrice has taken her vows, and Ava respects that. That’s not the main issue though, the second reason she’s screwed, and the one that’s going to get her in trouble, is that despite her best to control it, the halo is starting to glow whenever she’s around Beatrice, and it’s really fucking embarrassing.

She’s come to terms with the first part, she’s a little sad about it, but despite all the shit she’s been through since she first came back to life, she’s the happiest she’s ever been when she’s with Beatrice, and if they’ll only ever be friends, then Ava can accept that.

(Okay, maybe she hasn’t quite accepted it, but she’s trying).

The second part though, there’s not a lot Ava can do when all it takes is one smile from Beatrice for butterflies to erupt in her stomach, one small touch, or even one amused eye roll, for the halo to start pulsing in her back and Ava desperately trying to calm down so the halo doesn’t glow too brightly and give her away.

At least after the first time it happened, no demons appeared, so she doesn’t have that part to worry about, or else they’d all be screwed.

It gets even worst after Adriel gets free and then it’s just the two of them in Switzerland and there’s not a lot to distract Ava from her still growing feelings.

---

It doesn’t take much, like Ava said, for the halo to react now when she’s around Beatrice. Which isn’t ideal, because again, she doesn’t want to give her feelings away, but she also doesn’t want to give them away, they are meant to be hiding, after all.

And it certainly doesn’t help when Ava walks into their room, to find Beatrice wearing a button-down shirt, a far cry from her usual outfits. It’s stupidly cute and Ava feels the halo pulse at her back as warm affection floods her chest.

Beatrice notices too, instantly on alert.

At least she just notices the glowing part, she’s pretty sure Beatrice hasn’t noticed the feelings part yet, which is hard enough to hide without the giveaway on her back. She knows she stares sometimes, knows she smiles too wide, knows that some of the other people in the bar have already noticed too.

“Ava,” Beatrice says, voice low, looking for a weapon and an escape and no doubt calculating every possible thing that she thinks is about to happen.

“It’s fine,” Ava says, hands instantly falling to Beatrice’s arms, sees how the touch immediately calms her. Though, she still looks worried.

Maybe they should be worried, maybe one day this’ll be the reason that demons find them, the reason Adriel finds the halo, because Ava just can’t control her feelings because Beatrice is just too pretty.

“No demons, see? It’s just…been doing that recently, maybe something to do with Adriel?”

“I should contact Mother Superion, see if she knows what’s happening or if anything has changed.”

“No!” Ava says, much too loud. “It’s okay, look, it’s stopped.” Ava turns to show Beatrice her back and it has stopped, only because she’s embarrassed about the possibility of more people discovering her little secret.

Beatrice still looks concerned, and rightly so, Ava is pretty sure Beatrice can tell she’s lying, but she drops it for now at least.

---

They’re dancing. They’re dancing and drinking and Ava is having more fun than she’s had in a long time.

Bonus, Beatrice won’t stop touching her.

And Ava’s not going to miss an opportunity to be as close to Beatrice as possible.

Beatrice’s laugh is infectious, her innocence when it comes to drinking adorable, her puns top tier, and Ava can feel herself falling deeper with every moment they spend together.

Of course, it’s a prime opportunity for the halo to start glowing, though it’s really not her fault. Or not entirely her fault at least. Because Beatrice’s hand is on her neck, because their bodies are close, their fingers tangled together as they dance.

The alcohol isn’t helping at all either.

Ava feels warm all over, hot where Beatrice is touching her, or where her own hands touch Beatrice, and maybe they should stop, not draw attention to themselves, but right now, as Ava watches Beatrice dance, how free and happy she looks, Ava’s never wanted anything more, never wanted a moment to last forever like this one, and she’s not about to put a stop to it.

Ava just hopes that everyone in the bar is drunk enough, that the flashing of the lights is enough to make anyone think it’s just a trick of the light that Ava’s back is glowing.

It does stop though, when Beatrice takes her hand and tugs her from the bar, Ava easily following.

She’d follow Beatrice anywhere.

“You’re glowing again,” Beatrice says, looking around. Luckily the street outside is deserted, no people (or demons) in sight. “You need to be more careful.”

“I can’t help it, it must be Adriel,” Ava lies. Or at least half of it is a lie because she can’t help it at all, but it’s definitely not Adriel. The light does dim a bit, but not completely, because Beatrice is still holding her hand and she can remember how Beatrice looked dancing, an image that’s going to be permanently etched into her brain forever.

Beatrice watches her carefully, which really doesn’t help much, because the concern and fear is clear in her expression. But Ava breathes a sigh of relief when Beatrice drops it.

She’s not sure how much longer she can keep this up, not when Beatrice is still holding her hand, not when touches like this have become commonplace, not when the way Beatrice looks at her sometimes makes Ava wonder if maybe she’s not the only one whose feelings have grown into something more than strictly platonic.

---

Ava’s still not quite used to sharing a bed with someone else, but she’s also not going to complain at all about her current situation.

Her current situation being Beatrice pressed close to her in sleep, head tucked under Ava’s chin, arm securely wrapped around her waist.

Ava can feel the halo hot in her back, lighting up the room around them.

Right now, she doesn’t quite care.

It had taken them a while to get used to the whole sharing a bed thing, Beatrice insisting on Ava taking the bed alone until Ava had to physically pull Beatrice to bed with her.

It had been a few nights of sleeping rigid, all to aware of the other person beside them. The whole Adriel thing hadn’t helped with falling asleep so it had been mostly sleepless nights at the beginning, and awkward mornings, until something had shifted, Ava relaxing more and in turn Beatrice too, and now nights like this are common, seeking each other out in unconsciousness.

Though Beatrice is usually the one to wake first, Ava enjoying this morning even more because she gets Bea like this, soft and warm and hers, even if it’s just for a few minutes.

She wiggles out of Beatrice’s hold, not wanting her to be embarrassed about how closely she’d cuddled up to Ava during her sleep. Beatrice doesn’t seek out touch as much as Ava does (when she’s conscious at least) but it is something she’s been doing more and more, and Ava loves every touch.

Beatrice stirs not long later and Ava fights the glow at her back, but it’s hard when sleepy eyes blink open to look over at her. Beatrice looks stunning, even with bedhead and a confused frown on her face. It’s made even more special by the fact that she knows no one else gets to see Beatrice like this.

“Morning,” Ava smiles, enjoying the tilt of Beatrice’s lips when she smiles too.

“You’re up early.”

“I thought I’d go for a swim before work,” Ava says, dropping to sit back down on her side of the bed. It’s a half truth, she’s up now so she may as well go for a swim. Ava pokes Beatrice’s side, gets the little wiggle as Beatrice tries to get away from her that Ava had been hoping for.

The halo pulses at her back.

God, Ava really loves her.

“Do you want to join me?” Ava asks, to distract them both from the glow.

Beatrice sits up, looking more serious than she should at a question about going for an early morning swim. “You know I know what that means, right?”

“What, what means?” Ava asks, confused by the sudden turn in the conversation.

Beatrice points to where the halo is very clearly glowing. “That.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Ava says, playing dumb, while inside she’s panicking. This is not how it was meant to come out, though Ava’s not sure exactly how it was meant to. She’d been planning on hiding it forever, though Beatrice is too smart for that, it was bound to come out eventually.

“It happened with Shannon too, when Mary was around.”

Ava freezes, she hadn’t thought about that.

“I was unsure for a long time, that I was reading it correctly,” Beatrice starts, voice even, but refusing to look at Ava now as she speaks. “And then with every excuse you made, I let it go, because I was scared. But the world is getting worse and Adriel is growing in power and we might not have much time left.” Beatrice says, the halo getting brighter when Bea finally turns to look at her. She reaches out and brushes a hand over Ava’s shoulder, fingers touching the top of the halo. It burns and Ava feels so alive. “I know you love me,”

Ava’s breath catches, but her feelings are obvious as the halo’s glow gets brighter.

“You know?”

“Even without the halo, it’s pretty obvious how you feel about me. And for a long time I pretended I didn’t see it, pretended I didn’t feel the same, but I want you to know that I love you too.”

Ava acts, because she’s never been good at thinking first, and she leans forward, lips pressing against Beatrice’s. Beatrice is frozen for a moment, but Ava doesn’t have time to worry she’s made a mistake when Beatrice melts under the touch, lips so soft and gentle as hands cup her face.

“Bea,” Ava sighs into the kiss, her whole body alight with the feel of Beatrice’s mouth against her own, the touch electric and comforting and perfect.

When they pull apart, Ava has to fight the urge to just lean in and kiss Beatrice again.

“I love you,” Ava says, wanting to say the words herself, needing Beatrice to know exactly how she feels, even though apparently she’s known for a while. Which, again, is embarrassing, but her obvious feelings, and the glow of the halo, helped her get a kiss from the girl she loves, so maybe a little embarrassment isn’t the worst thing in the world.

“We’re going to have to do something about that,” Beatrice says, the light behind her so bright now, there’d be no hiding it in public.

“This is your fault,” Ava smiles, earning an eye roll, but Beatrice is poorly trying to conceal her smile too. “It is,” Ava insists, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Beatrice’s ear. Beatrice leans into the touch and Ava’s heart stutters, the glow behind her brightening. “See,” Ava says, her words faltering slightly when Beatrice cups the hand lingering on her cheek and turns to press a kiss to Ava’s palm. “Your fault.”

“I think you’ll find that-“

Ava doesn’t let her finish, cutting Beatrice off with another kiss. There’s a lot of scary shit going on in the world right now and she knows sooner or later they’re going to have to face it, they’re going to have to take down Adriel and save the world, but right now she’s going to kiss the girl she loves, enjoy what they have right now, while they still have it.

And when the time comes, with Bea by her side, she’s sure they can do anything together.

#warrior nun #avatrice #ask #anon #ava silva #sister beatrice

[fuck-off-im-ace]

Warrior Nun update!

(20th december edition)

Time for another big update, cause A Lot is going on.

First, we reached 80k signatures on the petition! Very very nice, keep it going!

Twitter is now at 2M #savewarriornun tweets, and let me remind you that its been like. A week. Like Netflix cancelled the show last tuesday. We are also at 37,7 million #RenewWarriorNun tiktoks, which is Huge!? Congrats tiktok crowd!!

I have lost the count of how many articles have been written about this, people are starting to notice the cancellation pattern and are asking the right questions! Netflix has refused to comment when asked by the press, which is the funniest answer. Pressure is working, you guys!

Adriel himself joined the fight, he's doing interviews, joining Twitter space, and trying to get Warrior Nun to top 1 on Netflix once again.

The dick waffles are to be delivered today, there is also a Go Fund Me going rounds to send balloons and flowers to Netflix headquarters, as a thank you for giving us warrior nun in the first place. They reached their goal in only 5 hours, and are now planning on other projects, which will include billboards in Time Square once the designs are ready and all that.

The number of celebrities supporting the fandom is still growing, and now includes politicians? Somehow? And the Twitter official accounts are reaching out to the fandom to get us to keep musky guy as the twitter overlord? Its been a weird day!

Good thing that we have a (drunk) watch party planned on Friday! Make sure to keep your day clear, we'll be watching episodes 1-3 and talking about it, i'm sure the wonderful people behind all the efforts are planning something fun to go with it. Lets get it back into Netflix's top list!

All efforts are publicised on Twitter, there is now an official Warrior Nun account to organise everything. There is also the wonderful Discord, where you can join in on the action, talk fics, send memes or just vent about how much you miss Avatrice or how gay you are for KTY.

Cancel your Netflix account, sign the petition, give to the Go Fund Me (if you can, no pressure), make tweets and tiktoks and make sure to stay hydrated!

They cant beat us yall, not together.

#i love us #incredible fandom #warrior nun #save warrior nun #warrior nun updates #avatrice #kty #kristina tonteri young #william miller #cancel netflix #dick waffles initiative

[coffeexafterxmidnight]

I have no idea what I'm doing but uh

Hi people in the Overwatch fandom! Let me introduce you to my omnic doctor OC!

Jillian "Jill" Herrera-Cortez - Caretaker

"Don't you worry, I'm the best mechanic in Mexico City."

A young woman with bright gray eyes, long black hair held up in a high ponytail, and freckled medium brown skin. She’s on the chubby side, but agile, with legs built for sprinting and calloused hands. She’s also short - 5’2, not counting the ponytail or boots. She prefers casual clothes - hoodies, t-shirts, overalls and jumpsuits left with the tops tied around her waist and the legs cut off at various lengths. Jill always keeps her safety goggles and collapsible toolkit on her - never know when an emergency will happen.

(forgive the somewhat outdated and inaccurate picrew, I can't draw.)

Jill is a talented mechanic who runs a dubiously legal Omnic clinic in Mexico City. Compassionate to a fault, she works hard to take care of those who come through her doors. She's not afraid to take risks, and her reckless behavior has gotten her hurt many times, but she keeps getting back up again because she believes she's needed. All she wants, in her heart, is to be like her childhood hero Mercy. She'd be a perfect fit for Overwatch... Which is probably why I tend to play her being kidnapped by Talon or Null Sector and forced to work for them instead, haha

Full backstory, written first person POV, under the cut:

Truth is, I try not to think about it. It’s easier to keep a secret, if it’s not always on the tip of your tongue. Maybe I’m the only person who thinks it’s a secret - I mean, who didn’t lose loved ones during the Omnic Crisis? But if I keep it to myself - tell my patients that my parents died in a car accident, if I really have to - then, maybe they’ll be more inclined to trust me. It wasn’t their fault what happened. I don’t hate them. Nobody should hate them.

When I was eight, I got in trouble at the orphanage for it, but by the time I was thirteen, I’d gotten good at it. How could I not? Didn’t matter how the nuns punished me, I wasn’t going to stand by and watch people hurt other people. And standing up for the Omnics never worked, so… I did other things. Misdirection, hiding the victims wherever I could, even the occasional dirty trick. But it wasn’t enough. I don’t see how no one understands - the Omnics are people. I feel more in tune with them than any human. When I was a child, I saw it so clearly. I was looked at the same way they were.

Nobody wanted me either.

I broke the law a lot, to get what I needed. They don’t just leave Omnic blueprints lying around online. At first I felt guilty, and scared. I wondered what would happen to the people around me if I got caught. Seems a bit silly now, doesn’t it? But I wanted to do more. I wanted to help. So I moved away when I was 16, set up a home in a rundown building, and put it back together. I fixed things for humans - still do! - and I bartered, and I negotiated, and I begged for what I needed. I stole. I survived. And nobody seemed to notice, when the Omnics slipped in through the door in the back, or when they came back out. Well, maybe one of my neighbors did, but she never said anything.

And the word got out. That I was kind. That I was safe. That I was good. That I was the best damn mechanic in Mexico City. That’s what I tell my patients, whenever I see them. I haven’t lost any of them, not a single one. Call that a miracle.

It was never just one powerful, traumatic moment. It was a thousand little cuts that led me here. And don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate humans. I can’t imagine hating such a vast, amazing quantity of life. There’s nothing wrong with being human. There’s nothing wrong with being Omnic.

Even now I just don’t understand why my remaining family never took me home. I had two older sisters, three uncles, an aunt, all of them I found after I grew up. I reached out to my siblings… never heard from them. I reached out to one of my uncles. He blocked me. I’m starting to think there’s a reason I’ve been thrown out of the family, and it’s not because of my clinic. What were my parents doing before the Crisis? I have no idea. All their records were destroyed, just like so many others…

I tell myself it’s okay to be alone, that I don’t need them. I wish I could lie to myself as easily as I do everyone else.

#overwatch #overwatch oc #overwatch original character #this is low-key terrifying to do i hope i don't regret this 😅

[cheerfullycatholic]

I've been thinking a lot about how there just doesn't seem to be a place for older (post college) singles in the church. Everything is aimed towards families and married couples and the elderly. And there seems to be this view that any woman who is older and single did so by choice to because of career, when in reality it is often not by choice.

Ultimately, I feel like I don't belong and will never have community in the church, unless by some miracle I do find someone.

I'm not sure what the solution is, if there is any at all

I totally get what you mean, I feel that way, too. I think it's because the majority of people in the Church still don't understand all the different ways a person can live their life and still be Catholic, they act like you gotta do certain things or at least be working towards some goal (marriage for religious life usually) in order to have a place at their table when it's totally possible and not in any way bad to just be chilling where you're at (by choice or not). There's groups for married Catholics and young Catholics and old Catholics but what about just one for everyone? Some people want to get married but it's not something that you can force so it's taking awhile to find someone, and some people just don't wanna get married. We don't deserve to be placed on the outside for that. Ugh and the assumptions, like you said, about people (I've noticed women get this more than men) guessing that we're single because we must be choosing a career over a relationship 🤦 just ask us, it'd be easier than assuming the answer

I think the solution is people in the Church accepting that marriage isn't necessary to get into Heaven and people can just be Catholic without being anything else (mom, wife, nun, priest, consecrated virgin, etc), not making everything about what you are outside of Catholic (I think groups for specific people is good, but treating people outside of those groups differently is not), and taking care to make room for the people who don't fit into those categories so that everyone knows they have a place here. And although I haven't felt this way, I imagine being single in the Church, wanting so bad to start a family, and having the people who you're supposed to be able to lean on and trust treat you differently for not yet having that feels absolutely awful and no one deserves to feel that

And to keep the rant going because I can't shut up about this subject, there's so many reasons why a person might be single

Some people, like you said, want a relationship but can't find one

Some people don't want a relationship because they just don't feel called to it (not because of some career)

Some people want a relationship but can't have one because they're gay

I'm saying it again because I can, you can't force relationships. It bugs the hell out of me when people are like "why are you married yet, ya know you're not getting any younger" or at weddings "so are you next? 😉" As if finding someone you genuinely like, who has the same beliefs as you, and treats you well is as easy as going shopping 🙄 it's not easy, it's really difficult

I apologize if I went overboard with this response or if I lost the point. Just know this is something I feel deeply about and you and everyone else feeling this way is in my prayers

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

15 Questions: Character Edition

Tagged by @words-after-midnight! Using this for OCs as well as writers is a fun idea.

Going with everyone's favorite repentant bloodborn and fish dad, Renato (who just got some lovely new art):

(Thank you again to @littlestpersimmon for taking the commission! I love the background and fish details especially. Go check out more of Caleb's beautiful art and comics if you're not familiar with them already!)

1. Are you named after anyone? My given name came from my great grandmother on the Dimas side of the family, my father's side. I chose "Renato" as a teenager because the meaning (reborn) applied to both my transition and future as a bloodborn. Anyway, it shares the first letter and same number of syllables with the old one, so I also just liked how it sounded.

2. When was the last time you cried? I...honestly can't remember. Really. I'm not trying to sound tough or cool or anything. I must've cried when I was still a child of course, before the break. I can recall afterwards, though, watching the harbor get farther and farther away as my family fled the destruction on a ship. My eyes were completely dry. I still felt...still feel despair, anger, sadness. But after the world changed, I did too. Crying just seemed like a waste of water. It wouldn't get me anything, so my body just...didn't bother with tears.

*shifts, visibly nervous* But I think...I think I'd like to cry again someday? Is that a strange thing to say? Nevermind--forget it. Next question.

3. Do you have kids? No, but I have the next best thing. *opens wallet with photos* The goldfish is Tesoro--Tes, for short. They can roll a tiny football into a mini net. Ah, they're so talented! Then there's Beija, the pleco. She's nocturnal like me, but rather shy. And of course I can't forget the Venerable Order of Lady Guppies: Sisters Dolores, Joan, Hildegard, Leonella, Mary Celeste, Teresa, and Abbess Malfada. They're named after nuns since there aren't any male guppies in the tank and, well, you get the idea.

4. Do you use sarcasm? Occasionally, to make a point maybe. I prefer saying something outrageous with a serious face, though. I've gotten quite good at it over the years.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? It's going to sound terrible...it is terrible, but true. I try to see if they have a weapon, and assess their vulnerable points, gauge which would be best to strike first. You know...to incapacitate. Or kill, if need be. It's ingrained into you as part of becoming an aquila. But I'm sure you don't want to listen to such a dark subject.

6. What's your eye color? *sighs* They're blue-green, or aquamarine, or sea-green, or whatever you want to call them. I honestly don't find them that special. The way dark brown or black eyes shine is much more appealing, in my opinion.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Hm. I'm just as likely to be annoying and complain about either one being unrealistic. I think the execution and style is what matters to me, not the category.

8. Any special talents? Winning people's trust. Being deserving of it... that's another matter. I've been told I pick up languages rather quickly, at least as far as basic conversation goes. Of course I grew up being a strong swimmer and diver.

9. Where were you born? On the Pacific, in a ship's medical bay, while my mother was accompanying my father to the States. That meant I was a default Portuguese citizen, although I have dual citizenship now.

10. What are your hobbies? Looking after my fish, making a nuisance of myself, finding what little pleasures I can take. I'm starting to realize just how much of my identity was tied to being an aquila, honestly. Without that...well, I suppose I'll just have to test things out and see what sticks.

11. Have you any pets? Oh, do you want to watch all my videos of Tes and the others? [A/N: I advise you to decline. There are a lot of fish videos.]

12. What sports do you/have you played? I practice various styles of fighting and marksmanship, but that's survival rather than friendly competition. I never had a real opportunity to play any, given the world descended into chaos when I was ten. I mean, Ollie and I used to play a game where we'd dare each other to touch sharks while scavenging. Does that count?

13. How tall are you? 5'6". Many of the deadliest predators are smaller than their prey.

14. Favorite subject in school? I only attended about five years of Catholic school. My parents found me tutors for various subjects after the break happened. I did fine with math, reading, science, all of that, but I preferred learning and honing skills. Spear fishing, sailing, foraging, those sorts of things I could use in a practical sense.

15. Dream job? *grins* Indolent concubine of a lofty noble or conquering warlord (gender neutral). Let me know if you hear about any openings. [A/N: He doesn't know about the fantasy realm right next door to Earth, or the mind worms. Not yet.]

Tagging the Dysthanasia taglist: @thecyrulik @cljordan-imperium @k--havok as well as @vacantgodling @menagerie-of-monsters @calicojackofficial @afoolandathief an open one for anyone who wants to do this

#writing tag games #dysthanasia #art commission #character art #character info

[confusedspaceotter]

Daily avatrice analysis (day 5)

day1 day2 day3 day4 day5 day6 day7 day8 day9

Oh analyzing ep 8 is going to get personal because of the coming out scene 

I’ve already decided to split Ep 8 into 2 parts because there is just too much to cover 

today i’ll mainly focus on the first half of ep 8

and I’ll talk about the rest tmr

So

Ep 8

we start with the beginning of the episode where the gang is reading the warrior nun journal 

got nothing deep about the scene but I do believe part of ava is this vine:

At least I am(the way kty say Et defunctis requiem IM WEAK)

anyway moving on 

I think there are a few reasons why Ava seems so eager to proof herself here

One

As someone who was quadriplegic, she knows what it’s like to be powerless and weak, since she spent most of her life receiving help from others

Makes perfect sense she’s she will jump into action the moment she got a chance to proof to herself that she is useful 

Two

She wanted to fulfill her job/destiny as the halo bearer 

Leaning from the journal, she realized how serious this is and she is the only one that can stop it

(You know things are serious when Mary said oh shit

Third

She wanted to protect her new found family(mainly Beatrice 

“If we get rid of Duretti, we can get the OCS back together.”

Will Ep 1-5 Ava cared about the OCS?

Probably not 

This is why ep 6 is so important to Ava’s character 

She needed to see the good that OCS is doing 

And not just some high trained nuns who’s after the thing on her back

That’s why she came back to the Cat’s Cradle

To help innocent people by accepting that she IS the warrior nun now

And it’s what happening here as well

Before we get into the training scene 

Two thing i wanna point out 

One

Absolutely love the way this guard go "oh shit she’s here again she better not break my table this time"

Two

Who the fuck give permission to Ava/Alba to look this good in that leather jacket????

Since the jacket is a tad bit oversize I’m guessing that’s Mary’s?

I would like to headcanon this happened:

Ava: *visible shivers from the cold*

Mary: *yeets the jacket to ava* 

Or it could go like this as well:

Ava:*visible shivers from the cold*

Beatrice: *notices Ava shivering* Mary? Do you have a spare jacket?

(either way i love this jacket i want it)

Now moving on to the actual training scene

say it with me ava silva is not only a genius but also a comedic genius 

(we love traumatized character who use humor as a coping mechanism) 

look at how precious Ava is 

her little whoo baby girl is so proud of herself

and so is Bea apparently 

love this genre of Avatrice where Bea smiling because of Ava’s smile ughhhh

Moving on to the next training scene

we can see supportive gf Beatrice

even when Ava is panicking all she did was to remain her composure and give her clear directions on how to get out 

even though she is probably worried sick on the inside as well

If avatrice have a timeline 

here is where Bea knows she definitely cares about Ava a tad bit much 

but she still trying to convince herself is platonic and she is just doing her job by taking care of Ava

I mean do friends cup each other's faces as gently as Bea did here???

Also the way Ava eyes lingers on Bea is something so personal to me

after she rushed towards Ava the first things she does is to touch her face

physical touch is definitely an Avatrice thing

and is such a vital part of their relationship because is how they communicate with each other

is them subtly asking: "hey you good?" and answering "yeah im good"

which we will see a lot more in season 2

Here we can see bea hesitates to help Ava up/touch her

feels like Bea was so worried about Ava after she cupped her face she panicked a little 

I think she is like “oh wait that's a little fruity in it”

and that's why she retracted her hand here

imo once you repressed you emotions it doesn't just go away in an instance 

it takes time to open yourself up again

which i think she did in season 2

but for now, Bea probably still views her feelings towards Ava as something she shouldn't have

Still doesn’t stop her from calming Ava down though putting her hand on her back tho

what can I say Avatrice is endgame from the beginning 

After Jillian said that she had been able to amp up the halo’s output 

notice how Bea was gonna say something?

she look almost hopeful for a second 

like she is glad they had found a solution to their problem 

truly live up to the name “the strategist of the group”(which i just decided to call her that)

btw side note

I love how Bea talks slower compared to other characters

because she really did think it though about what she is going to say

and we can see that in scenes where the gang is grouped up together to discuss something

you can tell she is always trying to find the best solution and consider all the possible angles

compared to Ava "punch first ask questions later" Silva

Avatrice is such endgame material because they fit so well

today feels like me fangirling over avatrice then an analysis but oh well

tmr we are going to get emotional and talk about possibly my favorite coming out scene in media 

stay tuned :)

day6

#daily avatrice analysis #we ramble today #we cry tomorrow #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice

[house-of-slayterr]

I just imagined, that Maggie and Y/N got drunk and started to chatter, like girl talk, about top 3 the most handsome men in Gotham, who would you rather..., Bang marry kill etc. Think you could go on with it? :D

Girls Night Out!

Today has been the absolute worst. Not only did I have three floral cancellations, but a spontaneous wedding just had to happen. And the bride was demanding I get 2 days worth of work done in 5 hours. I’d pricked myself on several roses, and the fragile calendula petals kept ripping from their stems. I was about three seconds away from just burning the whole place to the ground with me inside.

“Maggie, what are you still doing here?” My boss asked.

“Wedding, bridzilla, no time.” I mumbled.

“Yikes, want some help?”

“She’ll notice of the work isn’t mine, she’s very picky and if I have to see her cry one more time today, I’m going to shove a bundle of roses down my throat, with thorns still intact.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender and walked away. But just as he reached the door he paused.

“Oh, umm somebody left you something out front. Just make sure to lock up when you’re done ok?”

“Did you see who?”

“Only saw the back of their head as the left, red hair.”

“Fuck.” I muttered. “Ok thanks. I’ll let you know when I’ve locked up for the night. Who gets married at midnight in Gotham anyways?”

“Beats me kid, try and get some rest ok. Maybe take tomorrow off.”

“Thanks.”

By the time I got of work I wanted to slam my head into a wall repeatedly. My hands were shaking from how much I stressed over every little detail on the bouquets. Out of instinct my feet carried me to Y/N’s place. I didn’t really wanna go back to one of Oswald’s moods at the moment. So I found myself knocking at the assassins door. I was surprised when I heard laughter on the other side. She looked down at me when she open the door.

“Oh Maggie, what a pleasant surprise.”

Her smirk was anything but comforting at the moment. She was planning something. Before I could even ask what she was up to, she dragged me into her house. That’s when I saw a familiar face.

“Tabby, what are you doing here?”

It was clear from the bottle littered around that these two were already halfway on their way to being drunk. And I kind of envied that.

“Y/N was having a bad day, one that killing people wouldn’t fix. So we’re having a girls evening? Care to join us Bunny?”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but quickly walked over. Y/N sat beside Tabitha on the couch, and I gently lifted Tabitha’s hands, sitting on her lap.

“There is a whole couch you know?”

“You’re comfier, Mon Cher.” I flirted.

Y/N raised her brow at the two of this.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the show, because I certainly am, but when did this happen?” Y/N mused.

“You remember a while back what I said when I dealt with the whole Fish issue?”

“Yeah… wait-“

“Omg Y/N! You really thought I was sleeping with Tabitha’s boyfriend and she didn’t know about it? That’s totally against girl code!”

Tabitha watched the two of us in amusement, playing with my hair. She slowly undid the right braid in my hair, unknowing realising the tension from my scalp. I wasn’t even really aware it was there until it suddenly wasn’t, I instinctively leaned into her touch. It was nice to feel wanted, even if it was nothing serious. Tabitha always knew how to make me feel better.

“We’ll you surprised us with a lot of things that day Kitten, how was I supposed to know you were at turning a new leaf?”

She sipped her wine with a smirk on her face.

“That’s phrase is usually used when someone suddenly chooses to have morals, not be a horn wrecking whore.”

“To each their own. By the way, what the hell are you wearing?”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Darling, hate to break it to you, but in this town, you might as well be dressed as a nun.” Tabitha clarified.

I looked down at my outfit in shame. I didn’t think it was that bad, but then again, I was in the company of two of the most dangerously beautiful people in the whole city. I let out an exasperated sigh, letting my face lull back into the crook of Tabitha’s neck.

“And what exactly do you want me to do about that?” I questioned.

“Strip.” Y/N all but commanded.

“Excuse-moi?”

“You heard me, then Tabby and I will choice your outfit for this evening. Come on, it will be fun. Don’t you agree Tigress?”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

I glared at the two of them. But got up from my seat anyways.

“You know I hate the two do you, like on a personal level right?”

“Join the club.” They said in sync.

“Fine, but I’m not drunk enough for this. Also there’s like no music, what the hell am I supposed to strip to? The sound of my heart beat?”

“I can fix both of those issue Mon Cherie, just give me a moment.”

Y/N left to raid her liquor cabinet. And I stared at Tabitha in bewilderment.

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this.”

“Like it’s the craziest thing you’ve done Bunny? What happens at girls night, stays at girls night.”

“Wow, how comforting.” I glared.

Y/N came back with a drink that looked nearly deadly.

“What the hell is that?” I stopped her.

“Remember how I told you you shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers too…” she smirked at me. “Now open wide.”

“Definitely not.”

“Don’t be such a worry wort, it’s not poisoned if that’s what your thinking.”

“Yeah that’s not my main concern right now”

Tabitha got up from her spot on the couch and approached me from behind.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you loosen up Bunny, you seem stressed. You probably need this more than we do.”

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and choosing to trust these two women with my life. A mistake very few people survive. I felt one of Tabby’s hands snack around my waist, pulling me closer to her, and the other made it’s way around my neck. Most people would be terrified, but I had to fight everything in me not to whimper in that moment. She forced my head back.

“Now be a good girl and open your mouth bunny”

I did as I was told without hesitation. Y/N placed her hand on my chin and slowly poured the alcohol down my throat. It burned, like my throat was actually melting, but I endured it until the glass was empty. Then suddenly they let go off me, and this time I couldn’t help but let a sad little whine escape.

“See, it wasn’t that bad now was it?” Tabitha comforted.

“Look at you, so submissive and needy Kitten. It’s honestly adorable.” Y/N teased.

“You try being in my position and tell me how much you like it.” I snapped back.

But her ever present smirk just grew.

“Now I’m sure you know the rules for a proper strip tease.”

“Yes, I’m not five.”

“The better the show, the better the outfit you’ll earn.”

Y/N walked over to her speaker and pressed play on the song she chose. I was so used to her music taste when she was with Victor, I never even thought about what she might listen to on her own. As the song picked up I set my pace, making sure to make it as slow and painful for them as I possibly could. If they were gonna torture me, two could play at that game.

As I got more into it as the Al him finally started to set in, I playfully slapped Tabitha’s hand away as she tried to grab me.

“You should know that you can’t touch the Dancers Tabby.”

She rolled her eyes and growled playfully.

“You’re no fun.”

“On the contrary my love, I’m having the best time right now.” I smirked.

When the song was over I was just in my underwear, cause there would be no point in taking it off. At least not without a tip.

“Who the hell were you trying to impress wearing those?” Y/N teased.

“Maybe I wear my nice lingerie all the time? Who says I wear it for anybody?”

She raised her brow at me skeptically.

“I’m with Y/N on this one, you totally wore those cause you were hoping someone would see them.”

“We’ll now someone has. Now do I get clothes now or am I just gonna walk around half naked the rest of the night?”

“I wouldn’t mind”. Tabitha purred.

I threw a pillow at her face.

“And then I’d have to tell Butch we had fun without him. And that wouldn’t be fair now would it?”

Y/N grabbed my hand and dragged me over to her room before rummaging through her closet. I looked around noticing all the odd things she had in her room. Some of them I didn’t want to ask, cause I’m pretty sure my imagination could figure it out. I mean the handcuffs on the bed were pretty self explanatory. Even I wasn’t that boring, but the other stuff, I’d like to remain blissfully unaware.

She handed me a oversized black shirt and what looked to be a corset. I knew better than to ask her where the pants were, it was clear I wasn’t getting more to put on. I shot her a playful glare and asked her to turn around.

“Really, you practically give us both a lap dance but you want me to turn around so you can change?”

“My bra isn’t gonna look good with this outfit ok. Leave me alone.”

She playfully wiggled her fingers before covering her eyes. I quickly pulled on the outfit, and I had to admit, I looked hot.

“Wait, why have I never seen you wear this?”

She shrugged.

“You know how Oswald is, if I showed up to work dressed like that, he’d make me walk the streets.”

She laughed at her own joke.

“Oh great, so I get to dress like a hooker instead.”

“You look nice, stop fretting. I mean Tabitha is wearing all black leather and always carries her whip on her. And I just dress like a more sophisticated hooker. Now go show your girl your outfit so we can get approval.”

I blushed furiously.

“She’s not mine and you know that.”

“Whatever you say Kitten.”

Tabitha’s eyes widened when she looked at me. I gave her a worried glance. Did it look bad? Maybe I wasn’t the right kind of girl to wear something like this. I mean knowing Y/N this simple outfit was probably more expensive than my old apartment bill.

“What, is something wrong with it?”

“I Just- wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your boobs look that nice.”

I had to take a deep breath to calm myself. It was kinda funny when I thought about it. It was clear to everyone that she was originally gonna say something else, but I let it slide. Y/N was practically cackling at the encounter.

“I think it makes her legs look nicer, the fishnets really complete the look.” Y/N complimented.

“We’ll now I feel both ridiculously over and under dressed. I don’t know how you managed to do it.”

I sat back down, gratefully taking the wine glass Tabitha offered me.

“So, what’s next on the girls night agenda?”

“Would could play Fuck, Marry, Kill?” Y/N suggested.

“Please tell me you mean the regular sorority way and not some strange Gotham version of the game.”

“What, are you chicken?”

“No, I’d just rather not be arrested for manslaughter or public voyeurism tonight thank you very much.”

“Kid’s got a point, besides you know how Gotham weddings are…” Tabitha concluded.

“Fine, I’ll start. Edward, Harvey, Butch.” She grinned Wickedly at the two of us.

“Easy, Kill Harvey, Fuck Riddle-Ed and Marry Butch.” Tabitha said.

“I know a trap when I see one Y/N I’m not stupid.”

“It’s fine, I won’t be offended.” Tabitha assured.

“Fine, umm Marry Butch I guess, but by default that means I get you as my wife, kill Edward and Kiss Harvey.”

“Woah Woah Woah, kiss Harvey?”

“I mean I’ve already done it so… besides I don’t think Edward would appreciate me trying to kiss him.”

“You’ve kissed Harvey?”

“I was trying to make Jim jealous, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And you think Edward would appreciate you trying to kill him?”

“He’d think it was admirable at best. Could be worse ways to die. Now, Victor, Lee, Ivy.” I said.

Y/N glared at me, but answered quicker than I thought.

“We’ll I already made the mistake of Marrying Victor once, so kill him, marry Lee and kiss Ivy.”

I rolled my eyes, god she was so stubborn. She’s have to get over this eventually.

“Um, I’m gonna have to agree with Y/N on the Vic front. Besides I don’t want her to shot me for my answer. But I’d Marry Ivy, kiss Lee. I don’t know how you could stand to marry her, she seems insufferable.”

“Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me just yet bunny. Alfred, Me… Jim.”

“Really?”

“Answer the question Maggie!” Y/N taunted.

“Toi en premier, la garce!”

“Fun. Fuck the butler, kiss the assassin, kill the boy toy.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I Hope you know I hate both of you.”

“You keep saying that, yet you keep coming back for more.”

“What can I say, I’m a masochist.”

“Not that that revelation isn’t exiting my dear, but answer the question.”

“Or what?”

Tabitha quickly flipped me over, hovering above me on the couch, a knife suddenly in her hand, pressed against my throat.

“Do it, I’ll just enjoy it!” I smirked.

She rolled her eyes.

“Answer.”

I brought my knee up between her leg, catching her off guard and flipping her. I threw the knife across the room, lodging it in the wall, and pulled her into a rough kiss. Then a pulled away with a smirk.

“Marry Alfred, kill Jim.”

I reached for my glass once more and finished it off.

“Maybe we should get you drunk more often Kitten, you’re fun like this.”

“Alfred, really?” Tabitha tested.

I could hear the pout in her voice from me stopping our make out session. But that’s what she gets for being a massive tease all night.

“I mean have you seen that guy work his magic in the kitchen, with the way her used those hands… besides he would actually treat me right.”

Y/N faked wiping tears from her eyes.

“They grow up so fast.”

I’d never heard Tabitha laugh so hard in my entire life. I playfully punched Y/N in the arm.

“Enough of this, I have a new game, Truth or Dare!” I announced.

“Darling we both know nobody here is picking truth.”

“Perfect. Tabitha, I dare you to finish what’s left of that whiskey bottle.”

“Easy! Done!”

We watched as she walked over to the bottle? Flicking off the cap.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Y/N and I chanted in sync.

It was funny really, if anyone saw us right now. A strange bunch of people doing a weird assortment of things. She did a little bow after and returned to the couch.

“Ok you’re turn Bunny, I dare you to steal the knife hidden under Y/N’s skirt!”

“We’ll how is that fair? If she knows I’m gonna steal it she won’t let it happen!”

“Not my problem.”

“Fine, what’s the deadline.”

“End of the night.”

“Deal!”

“Hate to break it to you Kitten but you’re gonna lose this dare.”

“To bad, so sad, moving on. Y/N I dare you to go make out with the first person you see when we go outside.”

“Oh we’re taking things outside now?”

“You got me all dressed up, I’m not wasting those outfit.”

“Fine, to the club we go.”

We all made our way out of her apartment. The Gotham streets were surprisingly empty tonight. We listened to Tabitha babble about how annoying her older brother was. And honestly I’m glad I’ve never had to meet him, he sounds miserable. When we made it to the club, the bouncer stood outside. I gave Y/N a knowing look. I watched as she approached the man, I had to admit, she flirted pretty effortlessly. I don’t know why I was surprised. And as she kissed him, Tabitha and I snuck past into the club.

“That worked better than I thought.” I smirked.

“She’s gonna hate you for that you know? Man wasn’t really her type.”

“Not if I pay for drinks tonight.”

“Smart move.”

I hid behind Tabitha as Y/N came toward me. She chuckled at my action.

“Don’t worry Kitten, I’m giving you a free pass this once. But pick a stupid dare like that again and I’ll stab you.”

I grabbed some shots for the girls and awaited the dare that was sure to punish me.

“Maggie, I dare you to start a bar fight.”

My eyes widened.

“What did I ever do to the two of you that you hate me so much?” I grumbled.

“Aww sweetheart, we don’t hate you. You just unfortunately befriended two sadists. You’re mistake really.” Tabitha jeered.

I scanned the crowd, trying my best to pick someone that wouldn’t be able to do too much damage. Did Y/N really want to get kicked out already? This was Gotham, half these club goers probably snuck some sort of weapon in here.

“Stop stalling.” Y/N warned.

“I’m not stalling, I’m being analytical. Can’t continue this game if I’m dead.”

Tabitha spun me around, and pointed.

“How about him.”

She pushed me forward before I could even protest. I glared back at the two of them, but smiled to myself when I realised this might actually be fun. I called out a random name, making myself sound drunker than I actually was. The guy looked at me confused but understood I was trying to talk to him. I took note of the girl dancing close to him, and could see they Ken’s each other.

“I can’t believe you could do that to me, you bastard. How could you cheat on me with my own sister!” I lied.

Before he could even open his mouth, I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. It was kind of satisfying, I couldn’t lie. Then just as planned, the girl next to him stopped dancing and turned to him.

“You lying man whore, you told me you were single!” She shoved him back, pushing him into another unsuspecting crowd goer.

And the dominos fell into place. I shrunk back, slinking back over to we’re my two friends stood with giant smiles plastered on their faces.

“Nicely done”. Y/N complimented.

“I honestly thought you would chicken out.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence Tabs, really feeling the love.”

I placed my hand over my heart, offended.

“We should probably get out of here, before the security realises who started this.”

But it was too late. I heard footsteps approaching and I grabbed Tabitha’s hand, running with her out of the club. We squeezed through bodies and dodge rogue punches being thrown. And I left Y/N in our wake to deal with the consequences. She thrived in chaos, so I really didn’t feel that bad. I mean this was the outcome of her dare after all. As we ran into the ally, I stopped to catch my breath. I let out a chuckle, holding my side in pain from how hard I was laughing.

“You two are gonna be the death of me.”

Tabitha laughed along with me.

“I can’t believe you left her back there!”

“What, she can handle herself. Nobody in that place stood a chance, even if she’s drunk.”

I flinched when I heard a gunshot go off. But I knew who it belonged to. Shit really just got real.

“Should we run before she makes it outside?”

“Definitely!”

This time Tabitha dragged me after her. She had much more experience in running away from and angry Y/N, and neither of us felt like getting shit this evening. I cursed under my breath when I heard the familiar sound of the police siren, coming towards us. I slammed Tabitha into the wall and pulled her into another heated kiss, hoping the car would just pass us.

“Maggie?” A voice called.

I cursed under my breath.

“Hi Harvey, fancy seeing you here.”

When I turned around I wasn’t surprised to see Jim getting out of the car as well.

“Umm, this is Tabitha, not sure if you guys have met.” I introduced awkwardly.

“We have, she’s been in handcuffs many times.” Jim deadpanned.

“Interesting…”

“Are you dru-“

We were all cut off by the click of a gun. Harvey and Jim were quick to draw theirs and aim it at the assailant. Tabitha armed herself with her whip and I just stood there unphased, not bothering to turn around.

“Nk, no. Why would I be drunk?”

“Maggie you do realise Oswald’s but woman is currently pointing a gun at your head right?” Harvey cut in.

“Is she now? That’s fascinating.”

“Did you drug her?” Jim accused Tabitha.

She simply shot him a glare.

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“We’ll first she’s hanging out with you of all people, and secondly, she is far too calm right now.”

“She’s not gonna shoot me silly.” I giggled.

Harvey looked at me like I just drop kicked a baby.

“Did you hit your head?” He asked, concern lacing his tone.

“Yes, did you Maggie? Cause you sound far to confident right now.” Y/N warned.

Another gun click was heard.

“Gilzean? What are you doing here?” Jim asked.

“Drop the gun, both of you!” Harvey started to sound annoyed.

I smiled as Butch pointed his gun at Y/N. So he did receive my text.

“Just came to get my girl. Hello Maggie.”

I wiggled my fingers in a little wave. I have Tabitha a quick kiss on the cheek and pushed her towards him. She almost instantly leaned into his side. Yet once again we were interrupted by another gun joining the party.

“Don’t make me brainwash you again Butch, or this time I’ll make it the couples special” victors cold voice threatened.

“Put the gun down Zsasz!” Jim command.

I had to admit, his authoritative tone was getting me a bit excited in my half drunken state.

“What are you doing here Victor, I thought you were out of town”. Y/N questioned coldly, not even turning to look at him.

“A little birdie told me you needed my help.”

He turned his eyes to me, and it’s seemed so did everyone else’s in that ally.

“Hi Vic.” I fidgeted with my fingers, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone.

“I’m going to shoot you twice!” Y/N seethed.

“We’ll that’s a lame threat, it’s not like the second shot is gonna magically hurt more.”

I’d finally turned around to meet Y/N’s fierce gaze.

“Yeah sweetness, I’m gonna have to agree with the kid, you can do better than that.”

Without hesitation, she turned her gun to the bald hitman. Effectively cutting out the chain and allowing Butch and Tabitha to slink away.

“Have fun you two!” I shouted after them as they left.

“Should we stop them?” Harvey whispered to Jim.

“You should probably take cover actually” I advised.

Bullets we’re quickly being shot off as the couple fought like old times, just like I had planned. I knew Vic would come when I texted him. And I knew Y/N would be too stubborn to let him walk away unscathed. Jim had pulled me with him to hide behind the cover of the cop car.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Well Mommy and Daddy were giving each other the silent treatment so I made them talk.” I explained.

I giggled when both boys stared at me with wide eyes. Harvey’s mouth kept opening like he was trying to say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually speak a coherent sentence. I stood up from behind the car to check to see how things were going.

“Maggie what are you-“

I cut him off by sneaking out from behind the car. The gun shots had stopped but nobody was dumb enough to think that meant the fighting has stopped. They’d simply run out of bullets. Y/N had Victor pinned against the wall, stuck in a choke hold. But he was still looking at her her like she was the most precious thing in the world. I put a finger on my lip telling him to remain quiet.

I snuck up behind Y/N and with one swift motion I stole the knife from her grater. I held it up in the air in triumph.

“Ha, I win!” I shouted.

Y/N turned to me me comically slow, eye practically twitching. I quickly tucked the knife into the cleavage between my corset. Carful not to cut my skin, at least not too deeply.

“Nice outfit Maggie.” Victor complimented.

He had no idea what was going on, but he was beyond amused anyways.

“I’m just gonna let you two work this out.”

I gestured between them, before running off and crawling into the back seat of the cop car. Jim hopped into the passenger seat and Harvey got in the drivers seat.

“They may be out of bullets but I would still drive if I were you.”

When we were far enough away that we were sure neither of the assassins would fallow, Jim turned to look at me. I could tell it was the first time that evening that he was really noticing my outfit, his eyes trailed over my body in a frantic way. But he quickly shook the thought out of his head.

“Mind explaining what the hell is actually going on. I thought I told you to stop hanging out with Y/N, she’s bad news.”

I let out a vicious cackle.

“Told me, who died and made you king?”

“I could always throw you in jail, public intoxication, and we did just witness you steal that knife. Right Harvey?”

“That is true.”

“Ooo, handcuffs and a free trip to the integration room with you Jimmy, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Harvey slammed on the breaks and turned around to look at me.

“No, absolutely jot. If you two are gonna start flirting you’re both walking back to the station.”

I held up my hands in mock surrender.

“Either way you’re not gonna get me to talk boys. What happens on girls night, stays between us girls. Thems the rules, I don’t wanna find out what happens if I break em.”

The rest of the ride back to the station was silent.

An: omg was this so much fun to write. Jim has no idea what he got himself into. And poor Harvey is starting to see his favourite citizen is falling to the dark side. He would be Devastated if he lost “one of the good ones” thanks for the idea @keffirinne hope it was worth the wait! Maggie was really the definition of bi panic at the start there.

Tag: @flaysthings @howl-fantasies

#gotham #gotham oc #magnolia blossom #gotham imagine #maggie #victor zsasz gotham #victor zsasz imagine #y/n zsasz #girls day #girls night #jim gordon x reader #jim gordan #harvey bullock #gcpd #tabitha galavan #butch gilzean #bi panic

[wixhing0nastar]

So I’m finally sitting down and watching Season 2 of Warrior Nun (I’ve been super sick for the last two weeks but I’ve let it play in the living room over a dozen times for the views) but first I wanted to rewatch Season 1.

Season 1 rewatch thoughts below the cut! Season 2’s coming soon!

First thought: fucking hate Mother Francis or whatever her name is, like, as a disabled person myself learning what she’d done to Ava and the other kids at the orphanage was rough.

On that note though, I do want to give WN props for its surprisingly good representation when it comes to Ava’s disability. Maybe a little-known fact outside of disabled communities, but narratives like Ava’s where the person is magically cured by something are normally pretty unpopular (with us) and offensively written.

But the way it's handled is actually really good! Sure, Ava can magically walk and use her arms again, but we see repeatedly that she struggles with pretty basic (for an able-bodied person) things because she was never in a position to learn them. And even more impressive is how they managed to write Ava’s selfish/thoughtless behavior without demonizing her for it and acknowledging that it’s a result of trauma and something that needs to be worked on... like lots if things you have to work on after a long-term traumatic experience.

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I suddenly really want to see Ava and Shannon interact. Like, I know it's impossible on account of Shannon being dead, but I’m very curious what their interactions would look like.

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For some reason, I don't remember the OCS having this much screentime during the earlier episodes... which is good because tbh I really don't vibe with JC’s Drifter group... which is on purpose, we as the audience are drawn into Ava’s narrative and her thoughts and desires and outside of having some uh... Hormonal Feelings towards JC, she doesn't really care about the Drifters outside of having a good time, unlike how she eventually comes to feel out the OCS.

Which, on that note, maybe I’m noticing/paying more attention now because I’ve seen the back half of the season and have come to care about them in retrospect.

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Me Vibrating In My Seat: Look! This random tidbit supports my “Ava is the WN universe’s Second Coming of Christ” theory!

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Okay, another thing I don't think I’ve picked up before was that the flying levitating is a power that’s unique to Ava and that different Warrior Nuns have different “bonus powers” so to speak...

I wonder if, based on Lilith’s reaction during the scene, another one of Ava’s powers is either like... ridiculously high pain tolerance or super rapid healing to the point her brain doesn't register the pain from something as simple as getting hit by a stick?

Because Lilith and Mother Superion both seemed to think it should hurt and I feel like out of everyone they’d know what “standard” Halo-Bearer powers should look like best.

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Ugh Lilith... what sucks is knowing where her character arc is going and this whole “hunting down Ava” thing feels (pardon the pun) saintly in comparison to where she’s going.

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The Mary/Ava episode is probably my favorite episode of Season 1. Just, peek comedy with a mix of feels and lore, aka: perfection.

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Camila showing up to a knife fight with an automatic machine gun (after Ava was just shot with an arrow) is also peek comedy. “I really hope I got God’s message right.” Which I only just realized is a call back to the last conversation with Beatrice.

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Also just... knowing that Ava’s biggest fear is being alone, and like... the joy radiating off of her when Mary, Beatrice, and Camila are taking care of her while she’s injured hurts. Like... after the way Mother Bitch treated her for being quadriplegic, it was such a surprising experience to be taken care of so tenderly by people she’d only known for like... a week? After spending 12 years being told she was nothing but a burden by her own caretaker. No wonder she’s willing to die for them down the line.

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Also, forgot to say anything during the episode, but I love how the two women we’ve kind of seen as primary antagonists up to this point (Jillian and Mother Superion) are both developed into sympathetic characters (and future allies) during the same episode, which is also right around the time Father Vincent starts seeming a little sus (even though it’s hard to tell because everyone else is even more sus).

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Ah... the scene that started it all. I do love Beatrice’s coming out scene. It’s so beautifully done and I love Ava’s reaction, not just as someone who ships them. Like... Ava struggles a bit with empathy, when JC told her about his mom she didn't really seem to care all that much, but when Beatrice is opening up about her own messed up history and is clearly upset, you can almost see the switch getting flipped in Ava’s mind and she becomes genuinely serious and concerned for one of the first times in the show...

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I love heists!

That’s it. That’s the comment.

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The reveal that the main characters have been unknowingly aiding the bad guys the whole time is just... perfection.

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AAAND THERE’S THE CLIFFHANGER! Can’t say I’m upset I won’t have to wait another two years to watch the next episode, lol.

#Warrior Nun #Avatrice #Not tagging all the characters for this one #No need to clutter the tags. #I don't know why I put a period at the end of that but I’m to lazy to change it

[glendover]

watch ghost files with me eps. 3

it’s Friday so you know what that means, watching ghost files with me!!!

(obligatory freak out over the place we visit even tho I don’t know it)

OMG ST. IGNATIUS HOSPITAL?!?!

nuns do be seriously scary tho just saying

concentrated horror

never thought about it but a lot of people do die in hospitals

bro I will say it again but I’m a big fan of the blueprint!!!

fortune tellers do tell the truth (even in twisted ways) so bad for you

the awkward silence 💀💀

starting the journey where it ends for the most - is such a good trope for a book or something

well some people have probably stayed in a lot of morgues bc it’s their field of work

not remembering the first morgue; sad, not remembering the last morgue experience; sad (in a funny way)

ITS A BAT

at least there is good wifi

“an IRL orb” lmAo

mini body chute, my beloved

kinda lost in the hospital 🥴

one of these days a ghost will touch Ryan after he ask for it to do so and that’s the day we see him die on camera

uhhh there is the guest!!

THE BOONKER - that’s so cool

would be creepy if the ghosts actually say their names back

little bitch & big bitch 🥰🫱🏻‍🫲🏼

not the ghost lol-ing at ryan and shane

and then calling them a Nerd

the ghost is flirting with Ryan again lmAo

all these people always notice they have evidence once they get home, kinda sus

no not the noice 🥹

and then that long floor

bro paranoia is kicking again 🤩

not the old ass polaroid omg

spirit box hide & seek!!!

ryan really can’t win, literally and metaphorically

the awkward hug after shane says ghosts are real 💀

I honestly love how Ryan always explains each of the things they use to investigate

DJ spirit box

why’s the spirit box being weird?? 😭😭

lmAo the moving stick figure has me in serious tears

why is the little dance so funny to me 😭💀

bro if I were a ghost I’d be proud of me for turning off the light too

I’d even dance a little

rose is really trying

honestly, rose is a really cool ghost

THAT was smooth advertisement for too many spirits

rose has a friend in her room!!

sleep over or whatever ghosts do at night

flies are friends of demons

“zaddy ghost“ i’m screaming

just two men discussing what a hot man looks like

Michael has it harder bc he can’t walk my dudes

A DEAD FLY!!

and another one

now it’s three, four, five, six - they are all over the floor!!

new fear unlocked: getting squished

I only now noticed that this episode is 1 hour long

bro the photo 😃

Shane is spending too much time on the internet 💀

no bro not the voice 😭

but to answer the ghost’s question: the world best ghost hunters are there

rip pigeon

the ghost really likes calling them nerds huh

I love how Ryan and Shane are als ways bullying the ghosts lmao

not the ghost calling Ryan god 💀

they really are all fielding with Ryan this season (as they should)

family bonding is killing god together

“You see that nun, you’re done”

nunthing & nunsense

the ring is rather adorable actually

Tina had cancer 👀 and then won what?? leaving us high and dry

Pinky 💀

not the ghost telling them to stop

ghost just leaves them with a casual ‘later’ lmao

Ghost has the hots for mark

possessed mark make it happen ghost

well that was a let down ghost you had so much potential

solo investigation!!

Ryan watching over Shane via the security camera

Ryan making sure we get his death on camera lmao

Shane will be disappointed again if the ghosts don’t hang out with again

Bro the dolls are fucking creepy 😭😭

hope the doll actually haunts Shane in his dreams

isn’t Ryan always trying to not freak out during solo investigations and then ends up having 5 mental breakdowns

“Come on, sisters”

lmao fast food is what gets Ryan through this 💀

understandable tho I’d do almost everything for nuggets too

look Ryan is always overwhelmed before going in

not the noise before Ryan goes investigating

the mantra is back 💀

not not voices again 😭😭

the scream 😃😃

bro absolutely not, that was horrifying

nun of your business 🥴

Ryan is just a little guy frfr

“the vibes weren’t great in there I’m leaving that room” me whenever I’m invited to a group meeting

bro I told you the doll is fucking scary 😭

how is Ryan supposed to see stuff without light?? 😭

but honestly Ryan is so brave for turning off the flashlight

not Shane wanting to buy the hospital 💀

LMAO THE PENNYWISE RUN 💀💀

Ryan in his self confidence era 😌

and that was St. Ignatius Hospital now filed away in

THE GHOST FILES

#ghost files #ghoul boys #ryan bergara #shane madej #watch ghost files with me #watcher

[lostforysbth]

txt as the rising of the shield hero (bc i said so)

[note: there's less angsty shit and everyone has some sort of shift in personalities bc i can]

[note2: beomgyu's not here yet :( ]

[note3: the harem is gonna be ot5 poly FITE ME]

the moment soobin opened his eyes, it was chaos. there were gasps, screaming, people fainting, and lots of confusion in the air.

to his side were 3 other guys who looked just as out of place as he was. surrounding them were nuns and priests in white and gold, moving in haste.

beneath them was a magic circle, he swore that was what it was.

was he summoned here? last he remembered was going to the library and looking for a new manga to read. what was that book he held... 'the 4 cardinal heroes'?

his train of thought was broken by a throat being cleared, followed by a speech. in soobin's muddled brain, he picked up 'king', 'heroes', and 'save our world'?

he raised his hand hoping to have his questions answered, only to notice a contraption attached to his wrist.

"yes? shield um- hero?"

realising the man (king?) was addressing him, he asked the first thing that popped into his head.

"is this real?" at his question, there were floating question marks from everyone around him. "as in, am i hallucinating? will i remember all this when i sober up?"

the man still looked on at him, perplexed, but someone else coughed next to him. he turned to face a guy around his age— blonde-haired and preppy-dressed—

"i believe what the /king/ said earlier is that we've been summoned to save their world. am i right, your majesty?"

"yes, that is correct, bow hero."

"does that answer your question?"

soobin shrugged. 'not really', he wanted to say but he figured it would just be a waste of time. "what about the cardinal heroes?", he asked instead, "who are they?"

again, the man- king, sorry- addressed his question with a look of confusion, and contempt too but soobin's not gonna think about that.

"that would be you four. you are the four cardinal heroes who will defeat the waves that will destroy our world."

"how do we do that?"

"w-well, there is a lot to speak of on that. why dont we head to the palace first where we can have some privacy."

with that, the 'heroes' were escorted to a carriage. soobin, and a guy— another blonde but in a sweater and jeans— had spent a good half a minute staring at it.

in the carriage, it felt tense for some reason. soobin didnt know these guys but werent they technically a team now?

"so...", the blonde from earlier, the one with the sweater, started. "is anyone else still feeling lost? i have no clue what happened at that church earlier."

the last guy— black hair in an all-black outfit— sighed.

"the king just said we'd talk about it at the castle so can we hold off the questions for now and spare me from the headache?"

... and soobin was just admiring his looks. sigh.

the rest of the carriage ride was quiet, the only noise coming from the rattling of the carriage wheels and the crowd that had formed outside.

"the heroes are here!"

"the summon worked, we're saved!"

"pls save us, mighty heroes!"

soobin burrowed deeper into his turtleneck.

once everyone settled in the throne room, the king asked for a formal introduction from all of them. starting from the right-

"my name is kang taehyun. im 20 and a college student back in my world."

the king nodded in response. "thank you, bow hero. sword hero...?"

"my name is choi yeonjun and im also in college. im 23 years old and um yeah, sword and stuff." soobin didnt expect it but yeonjun seemed to like attention.

he gave a small demonstration with his sword, some twirls and a flip, then he smiled a little at the applause he received.

huh.

the king also joined in with crowd, clapping his hands before he gestured for the introductions to continue.

"im huening kai!" he chirped, high-pitched and- did he just poke his cheek with his finger? "im also 20 like taehyun-nim and i think this is a spear?" he moved awkwardly with the weapon in his hand, clearly untrained.

soobin had to duck out of the way, keeping distance between them in fear of getting skewered.

"ah yes, nice to meet you as well, spear hero." the king said fondly. "now then, shall we move on to your quests while you are here? i have prepared some warriors for you to recruit into your parties. unfortunately, heroes cannot be in the same parties as your experiences wont be shared so you will hve to do your initial quests separately."

the king gestured at his aide and about 20 ppl with various armours and weapons entered the throne room.

after that, a long tedious process of choosing their party members went on, along with more rules for the heroes to take note of.

majority of the warriors went to yeonjun and soobin almost had no party members. it was thanks to hnk, the spear hero, that he wasnt left all alone. he'd offered one of his own, a man a bit shorter than sbn but definitely had more muscle.

"hi, im jisoo, please take care of me."

"im soobin and- likewise."

they shook hands for a second before the king continued briefing them on their quests. his aide gave the heroes their allowances to start up their adventures- 50 silvers, jisoo had whispered to him.

"then, we shall conclude our meeting here. should you have any more questions, my aide, mr. kim, will be more than happy to assist you."

#txt au #yeonjun #soobin #taehyun #hueningkai #ot5 poly #txt as shield hero #lostforysbth

[mellow-worlds]

I've been having a lot of fun with my friends in the past couple of days, and I've been really productive yesterday and today. Somehow, I feel so empty and sad. There's this deep unhappiness inside of me and I don't know what it is. I don't know where it comes from. Gosh. I want it to end. And I want to eat. But I've already eaten so much today already. It's too late anyway. Eating brings me a little bit of comfort. I don't know what to do. There's a bunch of stuff I still wanted to do today but I don't feel like doing any of it. I feel like sleeping. I wish I was dead. But not in the way I felt a couple of weeks ago.

This conversation I had with P, Mia and L made me think that I'll kill myself if I ever get super bored again. Because MiA said that he only felt super bored and unwilling to even have any new input in his life maybe once or twice and I can't really recall but it was something about then not wanting to live anymore. It feels like a valid reason to me, so if that ever happens to me again, because it has in the past, I'll kms. And it's not necessarily the only reason I'd kms for, but it's something I can hold on for now. It's a little comforting.

In the same conversation I told them that I think that I'll either end up as a nun or go to the military. Ofc MiA and B who was also there really protested against the military thing, but P was like yeah, why not. I think I might've talked about this already, but wtv. P agreed with me, that there wasn't really a reason for me not to. But Mia was so adamant about it being wrong because of me being an anarcho-pacifist etc. I couldn't really explain mysefl, that's how enraged he was, and then we talked about anarcho-pacifism and about how P hated words like that. I keep thinking.... what do the others think of me? I think.... hm... P and Mia prolly have noticed that I have pretty low self-esteem. I just hope P doesn't think I'm crazy now.

We talked about K and everybody agreed that he's pretty. L called him a "very aesthetic person". I wonder if they talk about me if I'm away, and if they say similar things. I surely hope so. I know I have surprised P and Mia with being an anarchist in the first place n stuff like that. But idk about all of my other opinions. I just hope they don't think I'm boring.

I also told them that evening that it's time for me to become gnostic, or at least somthing different form now. I told them that I'd like to ask A to convert me lmfao. Just yesterday I saw an Aleister Crowley book in a bookstore, if that's not a sign then idk what is. P laughed a lot, but I suppose it's mostly cause he and A are just best friends and cuz he was thinking about A. A is pretty cool. I really want to get to know him better and talk more to him. I keep thinking back to the conversation I had with P and him about the educational system and anarchism and I also keep thinking about our convo after the debate club session where we talked about communes. I can't believe he just approached me like that. I'm super happy about that. He just talked to me first :3. Gosh... something in my head musn't be alright. What even is alright? It is a little intimidating that P (and A) study psychology. Though both of them are kind of struggling to find their meaning in this study. I want to talk to both of them about it. And I want to ask P what his motivation to work so hard is. He already cared a lot about grades in school, obv, but he also generally works a lot for uni. I'd like to ask him why he cares so much.

I don't really know why I do things myself. But in the past couple of days I've been paying more attention to that kind of stuff. I think I just want to be impressive to people. I want people to think woah she does so many things... and to thinnk that I'm smart and still never even try. I've been thinking about the way I spend my time and I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to keep doing nothing all day every day, staring at a screen half-way processing useless information. I want to spend my time more effectively, for examlpe practicing my instruments, listening to podcasts, watching movies, reading books, drawing and such. And it's a lot more fun, too. At least I hope so... just because watching yt videos is easy doesn't mean it's how I actually want to spend my time.

It kind of makes me feel embarrassed... I hope that since P is also second-guessing his choice to study philosophy, he doesn't think that I'm a mindless sheep who is just content with anything that was set before them. I mean I do like it... I just would like to understand why he doesn't like it and if he looks down upon me... I feel like he has reason to. Actually, I know that he has reason to. Gosh, I love my friends. Gosh.... I really love them. And I want them to love me. I want to be impressive and interesting. And I want people to admire the things I did... Like publishing a book and idk painting impressive paintings... Honestly, it made me kinda sweat when I learned that MiA is also picking up painting.... H. Idk. I have to feel like I'm not stupid and worthless, and other people being better at the things I like to do is just kind of.... bad. For me. I'm happy for them but like, what's left for me? What's left for me? What makes me feel important? What sets me apart from the rest? I should pick up baking again. Alr. I'll figure it out. I'll be golden. Gn

[scentedchildnacho]

Northwest metis......the white sick had such a passion for furs. ..so the area doesn't appear all that solar western....they had differential ways to use the grid without westernism....they really dont like pesticides around the children....so

Missuse of the underground or my battery in a county jail in brunswick Georgia was to threaten a north western territory.....i only for beads needed to be invited to a moccasin event for missing indigenous women and children.....because if i get cancer they keep getting to detain animals.....

Well the addictive gross shitty males keep going around a pre school like little girls can't shoot coney so

That's me about moccasins there are responsible simple ways to use animals so they dont go missing....they had to find the donkeys a practice item for all sorts of slaveries so it's not good for the animals to go missing.....

Scarecrow

The black birds have been trained on plastic items because Aztec is such a gross dog shitty company that steals their palm foods......so i scared them away and tried to give them the seed pods from the yellow flower trees but they get more indignent that a mustard pack is their storm olive branch

Anyway sacred kyle with mental mckinney Texas wanted to know what i wanted to do with Hollywood....so Jennifer Lopez about hispanics that appropriated native philosophies is actually pretty good at scarecrow the white wedding military wife in the cell.....

The cell for the serial killer I find pretty awfully done.....but thinking of positivity or the very naive loves people no matter what peace idea of scarecrow the white wedding wife I find some pretty good tejanos drugs in it

I met this Californian in Alaska who told me she did sex work because she was sure marriage was the worst thing for women so I think no children of God scarecrow there used multiple times without pay by multiple partners is a lot more tragic then a loved wife.....j...lo....and Jay z....the white wedding wife does just have to go through military hospital stuff because her husband is her companion....im sorry but those families are loved admirable stories

Anyway I'm tired of being called poor because scarecrow for me won't be a happy wedding so Jennifer at least shows it off as a feminist professional title and a.i. community....

Phosphate company.....

Anils ghost my sister does whatever the family is and gets to be called first nations.....people prostituted there may be graves here and they mow it

Uhm the mother superior at saint Brigid's let's that creepy meth er lady assume privilege over the group though she is a gross rude sexually active person that does nothing relevant for public unions but claims er pay.....

She did this to me so that desperate to reach the happy beef from my wretched condition squeezed past that nasty lady in the doorway...she said hey because she kept putting her body directly in the doorway though caught for budging in line so

So now I have that vaginal wall to empathize with the unborn about

Anyway that lady should not be around homeless the street is not for sexually active people the street is for people who can cope with low resiliency situations...and people who show up for meal with their sex kept that unashamed are noticed that way....we all have to separate our underwear pads for research purposes and they go tell nuns their that consciously split ...

Anyway her baby dike friend later came up and threatened me for pushing past that creepy group that expects preferential

The group better be there for their frees....but they better be meth prioritized off group efforts

The baby dike was like if you ever do that to my friend ever again....so I was like you just threatened a homeless person attempted murder like suicidal duress of endangered detained people can be years in jail retard.....if you won't finally get away from me the company will come extract all you have here get away from me retard

Then I thought stupid bitch no one there cares that your a crotch states and you go places Catholics could select you out of being states and they leave you as a creepy lyndie england crotch Koch states....no one there cares at all about you

You have to be crotch and no one cares at all about you for threatening me or they would have come for you already you fucking nasty Koch street state

Barcelona I've already been told selection for catholicists doesn't favor my too passive copeing skills and I just don't want to develop my incisors that much so I don't appear to want to leave the states so they don't select me either....

I did tell her firmly segregative crime is decades in jail and complete retribution so don't ever come around me with a segregative ticket to batter ever again displacement to the mafia is wrong

My family was agrarian and I don't hunt animal when women Austrians bring me silage and herding ....it's not kind to my sex to expect it to hunt they were bohemian's

Anyway I explained to her when I pushed past her that she tried to open the door for males already glutonously served and women and children first if males constantly keep their pay that high....

At the time I just admitted if she expected the situation to be decriminalized for her outbursts then......it won't it will still be a little underground then if I have to be some detainee to be barked at with nothing smarter then shut the fuck up get the fuck away from me.....

Anyway As.....prey....gilcrest and Soamese....she was already selected as a good person to bring hygiene from britian back and catholicists will keep telling me to get a job so i can have things British philosophers and chicago medicals tell me too ...

You can tell by the hygiene table that she leaves all these clues about how methodically she was chosen....

Ozempic is larger then Starbucks and a lot combined and I won't get a job because I'm expected to be like what hurts me

The meal service girls are trained to not think because it hurts me and incriminates the men....

And people that robotic and unthoughtful are on a paraffin...

Black babies lives matter.....and I'm sorry but I won't take profit off spreading Parisian pharmaceuticals. ..

It's not that simple ..people can suggest me and stuff would come in illegally ...truth is everyone has had illegal stuff trafficked into their employment record and those people treat me like I have to serve everyone's sentencing till I don't care if I find out about secret cook talks and military quarantine inclusion

So im sorry but the United States government has to be held accountable to me ......and I will do things slowly. .....if they don't stop stalking me to leave the home they will be held accountable I have a disability and i really cant do things in that company....

Francis Francis chanel my people yes chanel ...dark leader.....I'm for the home....I'm going for.....I am for the home yes

....it's actually these regulators and system controllers that are the barriers for variable renewables..... modi not dikshit

[inkfulinsight]

Coffee Talks

Chapter 3

There was always something about Sunday service that made me genuinely happy. It was like all my problems were dropped at the door and I was light as a bird jamming my hands to my favorite praise songs and getting lost in the music of the worships songs I didn’t know. I’d listen to the preacher as much as I could but in this world of technology I’d be tempted to check if I got a message or two at some point during the sermon. To be entirely honest sometimes the message hit me right in the heart and I felt as though I was living the same life with the person up at the podium other times it went over my head, and I just nodded without really soaking much of it. The church, I admit, just being there gave me great joy. Unfortunately, though, I had the habit of picking back up the problems I had left at the door earlier. It is like removing your dirty shoes when you enter a clean house and then I go right back and wear them out because you of course couldn’t leave without your shoes. That was how I carried my baggage with me, and which is why my smile was fading off my face the farther I got away from the church doors. Maybe I should just bury myself in there and never come out. Maybe I should become a nun- it seems easy to say but I think I’d fail at it to be entirely honest.

I pass by an old man sitting on a bench, he has birds around him. I think he is feeding them but that it is not what is so mesmerizing him but rather the contentment on his face from doing this mundane activity. I wonder if I could sit by him and ask him what contentment meant to him and how I could be satisfied with the things in my life and the pace of my life.

Contrary to how I paint it, established that I am a bit of a drama queen my life isn’t as bad as I make it seem. A lot of my problems that have me down are based on what ifs. I dwell on these ‘what ifs’ to the point my energy is completely expended. Another problem I have is existing on my own, this should not be misinterpreted for needing to be involved with someone. The issue is that I am unable to entertain myself, even as a child I never could. I need to be around people in that way I matched their energy and I could act on their excitement and interests by myself I don’t think I had much energy or much excitement for anything else. When I was physically away from said people, I’d spend alarming hours on facetime talking to these same people. I went a whole day once on face time from one call to the other. It was that night I took a notice of this co-dependency on others as a problem and how dangerous it can get if left untamed.

On days when no calls come in or my calls go into voicemail, I watch my favourite drama or cartoon or I look at memes for several hours. It is enough to distract me and for time to pass by before I know what’s happening the sky has turned dark and it is time to sleep. On those days I am not really living, not in the moment at least – not like this old man enjoying his time with the birds. I see a small bird different from the pigeons around him, climb on his shoulder. The man’s smile gets wider as he tries to follow the bird playing on his shoulder with his eyes. He scoops up some bird seeds in his palm and opens both palm the bird swoops down, eating from the man’s palm and the man remains there watching it with great adoration. He seems very satisfied, living in the moment- living. He was living and then there was me. I was just slipping by with time. My 20s were going and most of my days are like this; me contemplating about the life I had barely lived. Soon I’d be married and have kids and that would be it for myself, I’d have to start someone’s life-my kids. These kinds of thoughts really sealed the deal for me that time was in fact slipping and I may just as well allow it. Or not, I catch the bird man again and I have the urge to wave goodbye, as though bye to little comfort he gave me watching him satisfied by the simpler things. I didn’t wave instead I crossed the street, without no interaction whatsoever with him.

Crossing the street of the campus ground I arrived at my second comfort place- ‘Just coffee!’. The too pink atmosphere and the smell of coffee greet me upon my entrance almost as though saying ‘welcome home’. I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I walk over to the counter. The waiter from last time is the one behind the counter. “Welcome back,” he says smiling awkwardly and I can see in his baby blue eyes he recalls what happened the last time. I have the overwhelming urge to turn around and walk right out the door and never comeback but where would I go?

“Hi!” I reply, raising my left hand, half of my palm is covered by my caramel-colored over- sized wool sweater that was worn over the straight knee length dark brown dress I wore to church. My shoes were the same brown as my sweater and on my ears were pearl earrings and a pearl necklace to match on my neck. They weren’t real pearls though; I got these off amazons for 15 dollars. I had worn them just today and I was counting down already to when they’d start peeling and I’d have to dispose of them.

“Ma’am?” I saw a pale hand waving in my face. I refocused my eyes on slightly worried blue ones.

“Sorry, I got lost in thought,” I say to him.

“Your usual?” he asks, and I look at him a little confused.

“Lemon cake and coffee,” he elaborates, and I smile a little at the fact he remembers. Though it was his job it was nice to know I was memorable enough- that scene we made here should have been enough to keep one memorable-to be remembered. I nodded my head. He punched it into the computer, I gave him my card and then I proceeded to the tray to grab some sugar and milk sachets.

“I knew I’d find you here,” I hear in a familiar thick accent as I am selecting between brown and white sugar. I whip around to see my friend Joshua, sitting with his laptop in front of him and a half-eaten croissant and a bottle of untouched water. His dark hair has been tied into a little bun on top his head with many left running wild and the light from his screen is reflecting blue on his glasses.

“Hey,” I say my smile growing, “when did you get back?” I ask picking both sugars and a sachet of evaporated milk and sliding into the sit in front of him. His light brown eyes follow my every movement. “I missed you,” I said reaching for his hand across the table. He takes my hand and looking at our hands joined together I was still amazed the contrast of my black ones in his white hands. “How was home?” I asked.

“Which one shall I answer?” he said flashing me a smile and I realized something different. “Your braces, they came off,” I said in shock.

“They had to at some point,” he said flashing me a smile of his white perfectly aligned teeth. “Ahh it is blinding,” I say covering my eyes with my hands and at this he starts laughing.

“You are a character,” he says when his laughing subdues and gently, I separate my fingers on my face, so I am peeking between them. “Stop it,” he scolds playfully, and I drop my hand from my face a grin plastered to my face. “I have missed your nonsense,” he says still smiling at me. Joshua is one of the few people that makes me genuinely happy. He used to be my easiest friend to be around but our history kind of removed that aspect of our friendship. However, times like this where I pretend, and he pretends those memories don’t exist. I am reminded of why I like to be around him so much. With Joshua I can be completely myself and he accepts me for it. To be honest I think I am goofier around him than anyone else and because he laughs so easily, I am encouraged to remain goofy. Everything I do is somewhat amusing to him and he constantly tells me I am the funniest person he ever met which I find rather strange because he only ever makes this statement in my time of crises. When I am around him, I’d usually be laughing to the point of tears either from a skit we saw online, or I’d just happy listening to our ‘weird’ music genres. Unfortunately, things I’d rather not think about and people and then a whole continent separated us. He had gone back home to Switzerland for the Christmas break. In those 3 weeks I could have used a good laugh, but the distance was good for us, him especially and I was happy couldn’t reach him because he went to visit his great grandparents in some very remote village where signal was inexistent. If I knew could reach him and I had called, I was sure I’d have further complicated something that was finally unknotting itself and becoming straight again.

“Where is your second?” he asked as the waiter dropped brought my tray to our table, I took it from him mouthing thank you and then I caught sight of his blonde mullet as he walked away.

“What second?” I asked Joshua pretending to be confused.

“Where’s Miwa? Y’all don’t go anywhere without each other,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Kira probably,” I said with a shrug deciding on adding the brown sugar to my coffee. “You don’t sound so happy about that,” I turned around and Samantha was behind me.

“Where did you come from?” I asked and she pointed to the bathroom door. “And you have the audacity to judge me,” I said to Joshua. He and Samantha or as I liked to call her by her Ghanian name Maame- as she was half Canadian and half Ghanaian- had been dating since the start of the Winter semester of our third year. This created a panic in our friendship group of course as the rest of us felt that we might end up pairing ourselves and we weren’t half as excited as Joshua and Maame. For one I got paired with Tom which felt very wrong for reasons unknown to me and Park Won sook who went by his English name Justin got paired with Hala. They took it ever worse than Tom and I because they did in fact date in their first year and it ended very abruptly and in a cold war for several months before they reconciled.

“I heard, you broke up with Jack boring,” Samantha said sitting by Joshua who took her hand in his and put both their hands into his grey coat pocket. Ugh they made me sick, but it was also so cute!

“I like how y’all are now badmouthing him, now that I have separated from him, especially you Maame, who was all praises for him a month ago,” I said dryly.

“Nobody was more annoyed than Miwa,” Joshua said.

“He is an attention sucking vacuum,” I began bringing a piece of cake to my mouth then washed it down with the coffee. I had decided against the milk and just drank it black with some sugar. “Whenever something took attention from him, he instantly disliked the thing or in this case a person,” I finished, eating more cake. I tapped my phone on the table the time read 12:01pm. I guess this was lunch then.

“You mean whenever something took YOUR attention from him,” Samantha said, emphasis on the ‘your’. I just shrugged.

“Hala’s not back yet,” I said shifting the conversation from whatever rabbit whole Samantha wanted to go down this afternoon. My afternoon was on 70% good, and I’d like to keep it that

way. By following Sam down that rabbit hole, I was certain it was going to deflate to about 20% and today I’d like to be happy.

“Probably left Paris and should be back home in Lebanon now. Remember her older brother is getting married,” Joshua said.

“To be a rich kid. I heard she flew business class,” Samantha said loosening her light brown curls and bunching them back up in a bun on top of her head. Her light brows drawn together, and the bottom pink lip pulled into a pout as she focused on ensuring she got all her curls. “I wonder how that would go though, given she’s converted you know,” she added her hazel eyes shining with excitement and something else. She pulled an orange band from her wrist, though it was a blue one she had taken out of her hair, but she wore so many on her left wrist of the same type it didn’t matter which she used to tie her hair. It mattered to me though but rather than complain, I minded my business reminding myself they were all the same type. She tied her hair once then rolled the curls into a messy donut and added another band- a white one. I guess the blue one would be used at the next hair re-tie.

“That would be interesting,” I said, and Sam nodded in agreement. Joshua shook his head at the both of us.

“I don’t think so, a strict Muslim family finding out their daughter went abroad and became Christian. Hmmm,” he said.

“I didn’t mean interesting for her, of course not, I meant for us who would listen to the story,” I clarified. Sam nodded again and then she added.

“I do hope she is okay,” Joshua said worried.

“They are her family, plus she is not even the focus. If she keeps her head down, she’d be fine. They don’t even wear the hijab,” I say to them spouting out things from my mouth like I have knowledge on the workings of a Muslim household because I have one very distant cousin

who I had never met that was Muslim. Realizing that I had very little knowledge on this I reserved the rest of my comments and ended with “she’s going to be okay.”

“So, Miwa got back with Kira,” Sam said dragging us back to her rabbit hole she was interested in throwing us into. I nodded and so did Joshua who was typing something on his laptop might have been an assignment, might have been the superhero comic he was working on. It was about a speedster; I like to call it Flash 2.0 due to the similar plot, but his drawings were very impressive, so I gave him a thumbs up regardless of the bland story line. He looked serious his back hunched slightly over his laptop, his favorite black beaded necklace sitting on his neck and on top of a black shirt that had a print of Lana Del Rey in black and white. He brought his hand to scratch the bush on his chin he called a beard and then he got to typing again. “Given they were apart for 2 weeks, I thought it was over for good,” Sam added on seeing no one added to her first statement.

“She is saved with a red heart,” I blurted out and the news was so shocking Joshua looked up from his laptop and Samantha dropped my fork with a piece of lemon cake she was trying to steal from me.

“That serious hun,” Joshua said once his shock wore off and I raised up my head and brought it down slowly. Like predicted the red heart was in fact that important, just as she was to him. I had a feeling that I was going to have to develop a habit of sharing Tom and not just for a little while but for the long haul this time. I leaned back in my chair sipping on the coffee as Enya’s ‘my heart would go on,’ played through the speakers. Another reason I liked coming here, whoever controlled the speakers understood my taste in music. I could see Sam finishing up my lemon cake, but I didn’t mind, I didn’t want it anymore. In fact, I didn’t have much of an appetite anymore.

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[raewritestales]

The Angel Statue Stole my Soul

CW: myth/legend from my childhood hometown - just a little more elaborated on. Features a statue/cemetery.

Notes: sorry about formatting - I’m doing my best!

I live in a relatively boring town in England; I'm sure everyone says that about their town but nothing interesting ever happens here. However we do have many myths and legends; just like any town.

Some are “official” and have roots in real life events - the priory and convent for example have tunnels that connect them where, a few years back, excavations found many many small skeletons. They were baby skeletons and while some were not fully formed, the vast majority were. It was theorised that the nuns and especially the monks were not so pious afterall. One of my favourite legends is that the four horsemen of the Apocalypse will ride through this town when the end of all times comes - all I can say is I hope I get to see them ride because, what a sight that would be!

Some other myths and urban legends are not so easy to track down the origins of but are passed around by word of mouth and everyone in my town knows about them. One of the most well known is of the Angel statue in the graveyard behind Northumberland Avenue. You can laugh and make Dr Who jokes about not blinking, but… where do you think they got the idea from?

I was originally told this legend when I was only seven or eight and then it was brought up again when I was ten.

We had moved a few years previous into a house that backed onto the largest cemetery in my town; I was asked a lot about if anything “weird” happened in that house. I didn't understand what they meant and had to ask my mum who had lived in this town her whole life; year after year she would say “when you're older.” That happened to be when I was ten and wanted to know why other kids at school thought those houses were haunted and if I had ever seen a ghost.

“There's a haunted angel statue in the cemetery behind us. Every year at midnight on Halloween she moves and then 60 seconds later resumes her original position.”

I laughed and said I wanted to watch her move or I wouldn't believe it - even at ten years old I was a little madam; some things don't change. My mum got worried and looked at me deadly serious.

“You can't… anyone who watches her move is cursed to be called to the cemetery and become a statue themselves… most people who try fall asleep seconds before the clock hits midnight, as if there's something trying to protect anyone stupid enough to give it a go.”

I remember huffing and crossing my arms in defiance. I would stay up and I would watch her stay still because as much as I loved our town's stories, this is one I couldn't believe.

Many years have passed since and it was only recently I thought of the story again. I was walking through the cemetery on a cliché bright sunny day; as much as anywhere remotely religious makes me feel uneasy, this cemetery has always brought me peace. I wasn't walking any particular route and also wasn't taking any notice of where I was going; I almost walked into the caretaker of the church and it's grounds who was stood right in front of the angel statue.

This is the first time I had actually looked at the statue up close “in person”. I had only ever seen it from afar or through my bedroom window before we moved house. It’s much more imposing close up and much taller; I'm tall at almost 6 feet but this thing towers over me. It's face doesn't have lots of detail, just enough for you to tell where it's features are and while everything around it has been kept clean and tidy, the area around the statue is a mess of thorny vines, fallen leaves and mulch.

The statue itself has fared relatively well under the circumstances with no cracks, or chips out of it but one of her hands is missing. The stone was weathered but doesn't let on that it's been stood there for as long as anyone can remember. My face must have shown how uncomfortable it was making me because the groundskeeper spoke up.

“She'll do that to you. Don't stare in her eyes for too long.”

I quickly look away having not realised I even had been looking in her eyes. “Why's that?”

“She'll take your soul and drag you to hell - it's why her hand was removed.”

“That isn't down to age then?”

“No. In the nineteen-hundreds angry mob mentality… they managed to break off her hand after hours of trying.”

“Oh…” I blink and looked at the jagged cut. “...does she actually move..?” I kind of just blurt out the question.

“She doesn't like people watching her move; turns them into statues themselves. I've come in a few times and found new statues that I knew hadn't been there the night before…”

I frown “but… wouldn't people notice a missing person?”

The groundskeeper shakes his head “they get written out of the universe as if they had never existed in the first place… those who remember a name will ask about it and be met with blank expressions; soon after they'll forget the name themselves… or they'll hear it and know it sounds familiar. They just won't know why.”

I laugh a little, somewhere between nervous and feeling like I was being messed with. “It's a joke… right?”

He shakes his head again “No, Miss. It's no joke… I keep a tally of new statues. I've worked here for nearly fifty years and I've counted ten new statues…. The keeper before me… he disappeared.”

“Disappeared?” I frown but somehow know where this is going before he speaks.

“The church claim I'm the first keeper they've had since 1934 but, I found paperwork and records that beg to differ. I didn't start here 'til 1968 .. there was another before me but one day...he just stopped coming to work. He stopped making records of his work. He stopped counting new statues and then people forgot his name.”

I shiver and look around the area of the cemetery I'm stood in. “Why don't you destroy it?”

He laughs which turns into a cough “Oh people have tried… They really have...lucky ones end up in hospital with broken bones, burns and no memory of how they got their injuries.”

“...and the unlucky ones?” I'm unsure if I want to know at this point but it's too late to take the question back.

“They end up being buried. Mysterious heart attacks, brain hemorrhages, internal bleeding.”

I visibly shudder and take another glance over the statue.

“You'll hear her now… she'll start calling to you.”

“....What?”

“You're curious about her. She'll know… and she won't like it… she'll like it even less that you think it's all a joke. She doesn't have much of a sense of humour.”

“Okay but… what do you mean she'll call to me?”

“You'll start hearing whispers. She'll know your name .. you'll think it's nothing but they'll get louder. They'll become so loud that you won't be able to ignore them and the only way to quiet them is to come here and watch her.”

“And become a statue?”

“If you're lucky you'll be protected. There's something here… nothing to do with God or the Devil as such, religion and beliefs don't matter; just good and evil…”

I swallow thickly and rub my face “what happens if I'm protected?”

“You'll fall asleep.” He answered simply then corrects himself “...actually you'll pass out. You'll probably be woken up by me… if not… I'll find a new statue.”

I nod and I thank him & I offer my hand to shake his which he politely declines with a smile. “nothing personal, Miss.”

I haven't slept properly since that day. I haven't had a night where I haven't woken in a cold sweat hearing whispers; at first they were too quiet for me to hear what was being said but now it's October and it's heading towards Halloween… the whispers are louder and more constant. Some of them aren't even whispers anymore they're just incoherent screams.

But those whispers send chills down my spine.

“I already own your soul. It will be most useful.”

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