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lilac-gold · 4 months

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i know that this is just a part of how omori's fight system operates, but i find it very interesting that we are able to make memes like the one pictured below considering all we know about hero's character throughout omori, both in the real world and in headspace

this meme is made by using hero's "smile" skill as well as a rain cloud, sad poem or anything else that inflicts a sad emotion on him. hero's skills are primarily always either food-based healing (e.g. "cook", "fast food", "homemade jam", "snack time") or some form of charisma (e.g. "captivate", "mesmerise", "enchant", "dazzle"). it's hero's job to be the support of their team, and to use his pleasant demeanor and appearance as a distraction.

no matter which emotion hero has, he can still use every one of those skills. it is of no relevance how he feels as long as he can uphold his designated role as a charmer and a healer.

now, consider real world hero's way of dealing with things, which is that he simply doesn't. when he returns to faraway, he's there for everyone else, appearing on the surface to be completely fine and content, and simply not acknowledging his own trauma. he puts on a constant facade of normalcy and perfection. because to hero, it doesn't matter which emotion he has, he can still use every one of his skills. it is of no relevance how he feels as long as he can uphold his designated role as a charmer and a healer.

hero would bend over backwards to please others. he canonically has depression, but would much rather be someone else's shoulder to cry on than admit he's not okay. everyone puts him on a pedestal, viewing him as a sort of ideal to look up to. sunny does it. kel does it. his parents do it. even hero himself does.

i think that's part of the reason why he's so often overlooked by the fandom: hero's unrealistically perfect, but that's exactly the point. he forces those expectations on himself, forces himself to earn trophies and medals even while he struggles to even get out of bed. he smiles despite wanting to do the opposite, because he's not supposed to be depressed. he's hero.

his charm-based skills in headspace alternate between a) reducing foes' attack with a bonus happy effect and b) acting first with all foes targeting him for one turn. hero either dissolves the situation a little, acting like the mediator he always has been, or takes the blunt of the damage for his friends.

he's constantly in the spotlight, in every world.

headspace hero has done a ridiculous amount to help people, from stopping a wildfire to giving up all of his organs, has made such a profound impact on so many lives through his good deeds, and that's recognised. people in headspace adore him.

the conveyor belts at the junkyard are endeared to him. sweetheart falls in love with him. mr jawsum plans to essentially keep him trapped working at the last resort forever. medusa thinks he's "too pretty to sell". hero's worth something to so many people, even when he doesn't want to be.

and that applies to the real world too. he's the only older sibling left for his friends after mari's death. he has to be strong for them, to be that ideal, because they have no-one else to fill that role. he brings kel and aubrey together, rescues sunny and basil, says that they should have a sleepover like "old times". he's trying so hard for everyone else, he can't afford to let himself crumble.

hero's a performer. and we see canonically that he has at least some stage fright from sweetheart's quest for hearts.

sweetheart's an interesting case. i find it interesting that the image above would be found mostly in the fight against her. sweetheart is one of the bosses with a uniquely heightened emotional state, hers being that of happiness in "manic". due to the way the emotion system in battle works (explained to us, funnily enough, by hero himself), it makes sense to oppose sweetheart's mania with sadness, misery, and depression.

so that's what hero does! he has the depressed effect, he'd otherwise look incredibly morose, but as soon as time calls for it, he's got a smile back on his face. we see how uncomfortable he is about her advances, but he gives her a smile that sets into motion a whole separate stream of dialogue where sweetheart proclaims her that she would like to "make [his smile] mine".

hero's the group golden boy. the charmer, the healer, the protector, the older brother, the pillar for them to lean on when things get tough. he knows that he is, and upholds that image to the best of his ability.

that is, until mari dies.

then, he falls into a deep, serious state of depression in the real world, because he's failed. he and mari have strived for perfection their whole lives, only for her to apparently deem it all pointless and leave them behind. hero feels like he wasn't enough, like he never will be, no matter how much he's tried. the faked grins disappear alongside those which were genuine, for how is he supposed to smile when he's given up on the facade?

he stops talking to people. stops going outside. stops helping. he can't do anything but reflect on his perceived failures, and without his pillar of support, the group crumbles to pieces.

hero stays like that for a whole year, until he argues with kel and remembers the reason why he needs to stay alive. this is hurting his brother as much as it is hero, and kel's depending on him to get better. so he does, in a way.

he earns medals and trophies again, helps out again, lives up to expectations then exceeds them even more. he can't bring himself to do the things he enjoys anymore, or talk to the three kids he viewed as little siblings and he failed, but he's trying. then, he leaves, off to medical school like his parents wanted. it's a fresh start. it's a chance for him to start to move on.

he's been healing, a little, by the time he comes back to faraway. he can talk about what mari would have wanted without breaking down entirely. he can make kel and sunny breakfast. he can bring the group together like old times, and reminisce on all he used to have.

but he's still not better, and it shows. it shows in the tears he spills when alone beside mari's old piano. it shows in his refusal to visit her grave. it shows in all the little ways he can try to hide, can cover up with a smile too bright to be real. depression doesn't go away that easily, no matter how much hero tries to pretend he's fine.

all in all, i think this meme essentially sums up hero's character and arc in a single, otherwise funny image. am i overcomplicating things? oh, definitely yes. was this a blast to analyse nonetheless? absolutely! there are far too few takes on hero out there, and i hope this gave a little bit of insight as to why i adore him so much.

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f1version · 8 months

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BARBARA ROBERTS ★ DTN SERIES

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An old chapter is reopened, that force and distinction that drove Barbara Roberts to the top of F1 for two consecutive years, back home. Malibu Racing is a new temple, the extension of a legacy.

Barbara Roberts, Team Principal and CEO of Malibu Racing F1 Team has her origins tied to history books. A two-time world champion whose on-track abilities couldn’t be ignored. A fierce competitor who came back for more.

At the young age of four, Barbara began chasing the excitement behind the wheel, observing karting races closely, going home, and developing her talent with each lap of her uncle’s old kart. She found happiness in speed, enjoyed visiting the Phoenix Street Circuit each year, obsessed over the Indy500, and watched Ayrton Senna and Alain Prost challenge each other throughout the years. Suddenly, she began to dream about a hot-pink car, all her notebooks filled with drawings of it. She, as well as her family, then understood that racing was a fire that needed to be fueled.

Roberts made her kart racing debut at the age of eight, and after winning her first race, it was a matter of time before her name was engraved on several US-based kart championship trophies. However, further progress would require expanding horizons, which prompted the Roberts to move across the ocean in 1994, supporting Barbara for what could be a challenging career.

Europe was fast, she stayed faster. By fourteen her collection of kart titles included national, international, and world championships. Every race and practice aimed for that unattainable perfection, being aware of the judging eyes on each step she took. At 16 years old, Roberts was fearless, deciding to pursue another dream of hers, an engineering career. She used to say that the pressure was a reminder of what was yet to come.

Pieces began to fall into place, Barbara embarked on single-seaters as soon as age allowed it. Her first title in Monoposto Racing Club was followed by titles in Formula BMW ADAC, Formula Renault, and the Formula 3 Euro Series — all consecutive titles. And bound to keep the momentum, she started hunting for a seat in Formula One, closing the deal with BMW Williams in a reserve capacity for 2004 and securing a race seat for the 2005 season.

Debuting at 21, Barbara spent her year fighting at the midfield in struggling machinery, yet was able to finish 10th in the World Championship, once again pouring ink on paper for what would be BMW Sauber in 2006. An improvement in reliability for her sophomore season placed Roberts on track for her maiden Grand Prix victory in the streets of Monaco, an unbelievable, emotional, and well-remembered drive that holds her in the tracks’ spotlight to this day.

For the 2007 season, Scuderia Ferrari took the bet on two young talents: Barbara Roberts and Kimi Räikkönen, giving both drivers the exact same 3-year-contract and an opportunity to make history.

The pair held a fiery battle all season, ending in one of the most astonishing title deciders in the sport’s history, where the world championship rested on their number of wins due to a tie in the points. The crown sealed on Räikkönen, but Barbara’s own would arrive that very next year, securing it after 8 wins and 15 total podiums.

In her final year of mastery, Roberts became a double World Champion after a year-long battle against Brawn’s Jenson Button, three points separating them. And despite being contracted to race in 2010, Roberts decided to leave F1 behind at the end of the 2009 season.

After her F1 retirement, Barbara has taken on different roles and challenges throughout the years. In 2011 revealing her retirement's original reason, Roberts announced her new position as CEO of her family’s emblematic automobile manufacturer, Malibu Motors, linking nostalgia with modernity. In 2016, they held the biggest car launch in history, presenting one supercar and seven SUVs which resulted into having six of those as the bestselling cars of the year. In 2017, Malibu Motors became part of the Formula 3 engine programme, making the public think that was her only form of a comeback to motorsport. Yet, one year later, a victory in the 24 Hours of Le Mans was waiting for her and former rivals, Fernando Alonso and Jenson Button. And, in for 2019, she begun sponsoring multiple young women across motorsport, mentoring those in the path to Formula One.

Important figures of the sport, old colleagues, and the public, believed Barbara would be back in the car sooner or later, but after fourteen years, she has opted for a different path. A decade-long project becomes reality in 2023, with two hot-pink cars flying on track, resembling Barbie’s old childhood drawings.

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Hand In Hand | mapi león

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In which Kennedy Russo and María León have been a couple since Russo debuted at Fc Barcelona in 2020 - this well know to the public - so after the Fifa WWC 2023 the lioness gives insight of the pain caused by the spanish federation, she tells the players story.

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The Call Up

Kennedy’s life since joining Barcelona has been as sweet as it could be, a record breaking transfer from Manchester United, winning league title after league title, winning the Champions League after the heartbreaking defeat the previous year and The summer of 22’ winning the European Championship along side her little sister Alessia.

But the joys of her international careers do not match those of her girlfriends, after their quarter final knockout in the Euros tournament, the truth began to spill about the Spanish Football Federation: the lack of respect for players, the harmful environment and the disrespectful head coach - Jorge Vilda.

María León had always been one to speak her mind, never let her thoughts and opinions be squashed by others. So she did what was right - She took a stand.

Mapi and 14 other Spaniards resigned from the national team, with a dream for change. A dream that turned into a nightmare.

The Federation took no notice of these players.

The game carried on.

So when the World Cup call ups were around the corner, they knew they had to give up their childhood ambitions to win a World Cup, to stand up for what is right.

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In the cozy living room of Mapi León’s home, the couple laid out on the sofa - arms tight around one another. A conversation needed sat unspoken plaguing the air.

“Would you be okay if i played?” a shy mumble left Kennedy’s mouth, she obviously wanted to play as anyone would in a World Cup but she also wanted to support her other half.

María shifted undeath the 27 year old, sitting them up and holding her girlfriends face in her warm hands.

“mi corazón, of course you should play, you’re coming off the back of your biggest international win you can’t give up on your World Cup dream just because of me. That can’t happen, I’ll make sure it wont happen.”

Mapi’s voice was thick with emotion. She hadn’t given up on her dream - simply put it on the back burner - so the fact Kennedy would consider sacrificing hers made her angry. Not angry at her girlfriend, she could never be angry with her but angry with the world that power hungry men like Vilda not only effected her career but the game as a whole.

“Cariño you’ll go, you’ll play for your country, your sister, you’ll play for yourself and i’ll be here cheering as loud as i can being as proud as i can.”

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The Tournament

The older Russo had excelled during the tournament, many sung her praises complementing her performance and goal scoring ability and her link ups with her younger sister.

She was making her opinion know with her now well recognised celebration, creating a ‘M L’ with her hands into the closest camera. A nod to her partner back home.

Getting through to the final was the best night of her career this far, celebrating with her team, her sister and her best friend Lucy Bronze - a women who had shared experiences of world cup disappointment like Kennedy.

To then find out Spain would be joining them well that was a feeling she couldn’t put into words, fear, excitement, being endlessly proud of her spanish friends for making to their first final but most of all anger, anger that María and many other couldn’t have their World Cup moment, anger their dreams had been taken away, anger that selfish men once again had come out on top.

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The Final

{María❤️}

mi corazón, good luck with the game tonight. You’ll play amazing and hopefully you’ll be the one lifting that trophy! te amo! xxx

It was half time and the lionesses were down 1-0, a beautiful goal from Olga had put the spaniards infront. The eldest Russo had been yellow carded in the first 45 minutes for straight up shouting at the spanish head coach - every wrong action he made, she countered with a word to the referee or to his face. It was now clear that the young women had a strong desire to make this match miserable for the man. It’s the least she could do after all the damage he’s caused.

A speech from Sarina and Millie had instilled some determination into the squad but walking back out from the tunnel had been the thing to create a fire inside of Kennedy.

The second half had now been played in until the 87’ minute after a saved penalty from Jenni Hermoso, one in the opinion of Kennedy was well off the penalty spot.

A well timed pass from Lucy Bronze had Kennedy flying past the spanish back line, continuing her run towards Cata Coll, slotting it with a perfect strike into the top left corner.

The crowd erupts, before Kennedy could process what had happened, she had fallen victim to a human pile on- tears of overwhelming joy overflowed from her eyes.

A whistle was blown, a VAR check.

The words ‘possible offside’ had create a looming feeling of fear within the midfielder.

[CHECK COMPLETE: OFFSIDE]

The floor seemed to fall from beneath her feet, breath leaving her chest involuntarily, the spanish chants invading her ear as sobs left her mouth. Arms looked around her frame: Lucy. “Head up Russo we have time, we’ve got to keep going”

Many minutes of added time passed until the final whistle blew, they failed, they had lost. He had won.

Crashing to her knees - in that moment she couldn’t find it in herself to feel happy for her Barcelona teammates, she couldn’t begin to imagine how this would effect María’s international career, she could only feel the guilt seeping in. She was offside. She has ruined the lionesses chance of becoming world champions. She let her country down.

Whilst her time stood still as she laid there on the grass, the world moved on.

A delicate hand was placed in her back and her sister’s floral perfume surrounded her like a blanket of safety. Alessia. Her manicured hands hooked underneath her older sisters arms, pulling her into a sitting position.

All the adrenaline had left Kennedy , making a feeble attempt to support herself only led to her head falling onto the shoulder of her sister, looking for some form of comfort. A comfort she knew could only be provided by María.

It felt like hours that the sister duo sat on that pitch, their shirts now soaked with sweat and tears. A sobbing Lucy Bronze had joined the circle, arm in arm the three walked towards the tunnel of spaniards - who were eager to hold the trophy in their grasp.

The walk was agonising, through the rows of players, to shake hands and then to be bestowed with a silver medal. She like Mapi lived with a ‘second is the first loser’ mentality.

Her time on the pitch concluded with watching the trophy being lifted from afar, her eyes glued in the celebrations of the man she despised.

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The Interview

“So Kennedy tell me how are you feeling?”

She hated interviews, especially after a loss.

“Uh- It’s hard you know. I’ve now had the opportunity to play in three world cups and i’m honoured to have done that but it’s just not a nice feeling to inch closer and closer every time to then fail, in the biggest moment of my career i was offside so… yeah it’s not a nice feeling at all.”

Anyone who was watching the interaction could tell that the Russo women was actively trying to keep her emotions at bay. Little things like tapping her foot, the furrow between her brown, and most noticeable rubbing her thumb harshly across the skin of her wrist - above a fine line tattoo of a lion.

“You are referring to your goal that was not allowed due to it being offside, do you agree with that decision?”

“Well it’s not up to me to undermine the decisions made by the referee, whilst some of them i do not agree with at the end of the day it’s not my job. I guess it just wasn’t in our cards to win today and yeah we’re all disappointed but we’ll come back from this. Train harder, play smarter. Our squad is full of young people who are no where near finished with their world cup dreams.”

“Now we saw you had some confrontations during the game with the spanish head coach, are you allowed to comment on that?”

“I mean i’m probably not but i can say i do not like Jorge Vilda, not as a coach and not as a person. When you are given the role of a head coach it is your job to keep your players safe, to respect your players, to respect the game and make sure your players have a good working environment. He does none of that. He abuses the authority he has been given and i find it disgusting. The RFEF and Jorge Vilda have shown on countless occasions their lack of professionalism.”

“And can i question you on your celebration from this tournament?”

“Of course so, my celebration is for someone back home, someone i said i would play for and i did. It was upholding my promise i made to her and to others that you shouldn’t let someone else tarnish your desire and whilst they cannot be here, i am so i said i’d carry that desire for all of us.”

“Is that in reference to the players of the spanish national team that are not here? You also said ‘she’ and it’s public knowledge that you and a certain Mapi León are in a relationship, did you see play for her”

“Every footballer has dreamt of playing and winning a world cup, and to be able to do that is the greatest achievement anyone could have. We know as players especially as women that things don’t always go our way - but to be able to stand up for what you believe to the scale those women did and continue to do is incredible, i’m so unbelievably proud of them because fear is a big factor in taking a stand. You could protest but if you fear the results, you won’t get anywhere. I stand hand in hand and in full support of those women. The game cannot progress unless there is change.”

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Kennedy Russo - England national player - fined for statement made in a post match interview in regards to RFEF and Jorge Vilda.

In a post match interview after world cup final loss, Kennedy Russo who plays for the England National Team and FC Barcelona was fined by the RFEF for some comments she made on their in her words ‘lack of professionalism’

Whilst Sarina Weigman or The Lionesses are yet to comment on this, the decision was made to send Russo back to Barcelona prematurely.

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Back home

There was no place she would rather be.

A silver WWC medal was sat on a shelving unit above her tv, among other items she had won over the course of her career.

Walking through the shared house towards the bedroom was the most exciting part. Finally being reunited with María after this last month.

Opening the door, a warm light flooded through the windows. Mapi laid asleep under the thin layer of sheets and a little black furball had taken his place on Kennedy’s pillow.

Taking a seat beside her girlfriend, her hand begins it’s course through her bleached hair. Leaning down she places a delicate kiss on her partners neck, seemingly waking her up in the process.

“Buenos días, sleepyhead”.

“Mmm? mi corazón? hola”

María shoots up from her position to wrap her arms around her lover, her face concealed in Kennedy’s neck. Tears of relief are flowing down her cheeks, she had missed this. She had missed her.

Russo shifts them so her girlfriend is sat on her lap whilst Kennedy’s back is against the light green headboard. Whispers of reassurance dance around the room as many kisses are placed on any exposed skin.

“I’m so proud of you Cariño but i’m so glad you’re back”

And while the World Cup had not gone the way anyone had planned, it was alright. This was all they needed - no medal could ever match the love they hold for one another.

wow a non WWE fic, i might start writing some more woso stuff but who knows also i dint speak spanish so some stuff might be incorrect ❤️

#mapi león x reader #maria leon #woso x reader #woso imagine #mapi león imagine #mapi leon x reader

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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They Meet You And Your Powers

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Characters: Merlin, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Theseus Scamander

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Request: “My magic boys! Please, Merlin, Ron, Harry and Theseus reacting to meeting a girl with "Wanda's powers" and falling in love with her!” Anon

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Merlin

She held the glass bottle full of the healing brew. It had taken days to collect all the herbs and stew the petals to create the antidote. It was going to be the saving grace for the infectious disease plaguing the town.

Merlin was sitting on the staircase to his bedroom, watching (Y/N) as she bustled about preparing the precious brew.

“Do you think it’s going to work?” he asked.

“It better,” she replied, “Gaius is no fool.”

“Which is why he asked you to make the brew instead of me.”

(Y/N) laughed aloud and knocked into a table, the bottle of medicine flying from her hands. As it fell in slow motion, she considered for a second whether to use her magic to save the bottle. But that would reveal herself to Merlin and risk her chances of all of Camelot knowing.

But in that instant a pillow came levitating off Gaius’ cot and cushioned the fall of the bottle.

(Y/N) looked up, astonished to see Merlin with an outstretched hand and golden eyes.

“Merlin, you have magic!”

“Yes,” he said quickly, “I can explain.”

She had her hands over her mouth, “I don’t believe it.”

“It was something I was born with,” he said, a clear panic in his voice, “Nothing evil about it.”

She laughed, “I’m not going to turn you in, Merlin.”

He stared at her, his look of fear turning into one of confusion. “I never picked you to be a supporter of magic, (Y/N).”

“You can’t help what you’re born with,” she shrugged, feeling her own power grow in her fingertips. “You’re not the only one.”

Merlin paused, “What do you mean?”

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes beginning to glow scarlet as ribbons of red mist flew from her fingers. It wrapped around the glass bottle and floated it to her hands.

It was incredible the shift of emotion on Merlin’s face. “(Y/N)!” he cried, “You have magic!?”

“I guess Gaius prefers apprentices with powers.”

They shared a laugh, Merlin shaking his head in wonder. His voice became soft and fond as he said, “You’re incredible, (Y/N).”

Ron

She walked down the halls of Hogwarts with hunched shoulders, trying to keep herself as small as possible. Being an extraordinary student came with an upheaval of consequences.

Students saw her magical abilities as an unfair advantage and full of the potential to be evil. Professors revered her and often requested demonstrations of her talents.

Regardless, (Y/N) sought the solitude of her common room more often than not. There were few that regarded her as a friend and not as a magical abnormality, meaning she avoided social interactions as much as possible.

Another instance was now as a group of Ravenclaws passed her in the hall.

“Oh, look out,” they said, “Here comes the freak.”

She ignored their snickers, escaping down the next corridor, only to be stopped by a flying menace.

“Ah, the wee red witch is upset,” came the grading voice of Peeves the poltergeist. “People should run for their lives!”

“Shut it, Peeves,” a new voice appeared, “Go destroy the trophy room and leave her alone.”

(Y/N) turned around to see Ron Weasley defending her. He was one of those fair few that treated her more kindly than the others.

Peeves blew some raspberries in their direction, floating off to cause more mayhem.

“You alright?” he asked, approaching her.

She sighed, “I’m fine.”

“I bet you could’ve sent him off with that magic of yours,” he said, smiling.

“You think,” she said, a surge of power descending her arms and to her hands. It was involuntary how red mist began to spark between her fingers. “You’re not intimated by it?”

Ron looked at her in awe, “That’s the appeal.” He watched as the red tendrils of magic grew and danced in the air, “I think your magic is amazing.”

She grinned at him, that was until the sound of blowing raspberries returned above them.

“The red witch is at it again!” yelled Peeves, “Harming students, she is!”

(Y/N) grumbled, flicking her wrist and sending ribbons of magic towards the poltergeist. His hands and mouth were immediately bound in red. Another crack of her fingers and the ghost was sent flying through the wall.

Ron laughed aloud, “That was incredible,” he stared at her with clear astonishment. So much so that (Y/N) started to believe she really was something special.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, sending a few threads of magic to play with his robes and hair.

He continued to laugh, “I love you!”

He said it so causally and she knew it was because of the way she took down Peeves, but despite that…

… his words made her blush.

Harry

The library was overly quiet that evening, books lazily floating to their respective shelves. The lamps were beginning to dim, and (Y/N) was peering over into the next cubicle, packing her schoolbag.

Harry Potter was slumped over the table surface, head bent at an uncomfortable angle. He was fast asleep, his glasses digging into his nose.

He was twitching in his sleep, his face beginning to contort as if he were in pain.

He was dreaming, she thought, perhaps having a nightmare. She slung her schoolbag across her shoulder, finding herself drawn to him.

Making sure no one was watching, (Y/N) let tendrils of her magic empower her arms. Her eyes began to glow, and ribbons of red came from her fingers, searching for the open mind of her classmate.

He was starting to mumble, sweat dotting his temples as the red magic went for his dream.

She tried not to watch, keeping his thoughts private as she envisioned a peaceful scene for him to wake up to:

Sun on the Black Lake. A warm breeze across the cheek. Back resting against a mighty tree. Green grass tickling toes. Laughter filling ears. Friends gathered for a summer day outside, free from homework and exams.

(Y/N) knew of his friends and made sure they were there to calmly pull him from the previous nightmare.

His face was now serene as he awoke. He sat up, hands going for the crick in his neck. He caught the last remnants of the red glow in her eyes.

“Hello,” she said awkwardly, “You were mumbling in your sleep.”

Harry shook his head, as if to expel the fleeting tendrils of her magic. “Was that you?”

(Y/N) looked down sheepishly, “I know nightmares aren’t fun.”

He knew of (Y/N) and her extraordinary magic but normally she kept to herself. “How did you do that?”

“Change your dream?” she asked, wringing her hands around her schoolbag strap. “I can change realities and give visions to others. I just put a different picture in your head to cover up the nightmare.”

Harry seemed torn as he considered her, his fingers fidgeting with his own bag. It was long enough that (Y/N) started to back away, embarrassed by what she did.

“I’ll see you around, Harry.”

“Thank you,” he choked out. She turned around as he continued, “That was the first time, in a long time, where I woke up from a good dream.”

She smiled, “You’re welcome – anytime.”

“I might take you up on that,” he said more warmly.

Theseus

“What are you doing here?” she asked, resting against the countertop in the lounge room.

Theseus Scamander, head auror for the offices, was looking at her with an interrogative stare. “I’ve heard a few things floating around.”

“Such as?” she asked, stirring her coffee.

He smirked, “That you have some pretty extraordinary abilities. Things that the wizarding world has never seen before.” He tugged on his vest, “I’m impressed that MACUSA was able to recruit you.”

“Why?” she asked, “Surprised that I’m not one of those villains you need to take down.”

“I’ve had my suspicions,” he said all smug. “Can you show me?”

She scoffed, “I’m not a dancing monkey.”

His smile had a bit of mischief and (Y/N) had the impression that he might’ve been flirting.

“Then I’ll duel you for it.”

She raised her brows, “You don’t want to take me on.”

“I like a challenge.”

“I can tell,” she said, enjoying the banter more than she should. “I could obliterate you.”

He nodded, “You’re not instilling confidence in how you’re not a villain.”

She felt a flicker of power surge to her fingers. The heat was building behind her eyes. This auror was really trying to rouse something out of her and she was embarrassed to say that it was working.

“Oh no,” Theseus said, spotting the light dusting of red appearing between her fingers. “Losing some control there, are you?”

“Are you always this infuriating?” she said lowly.

He kept smiling, “I’m a perfectly pleasant person.” His eyes widened as her power grew, “What are you able to do?”

She sighed deep in her chest, raising her hand and bending her fingers. Rivers of red floated around her palm, matching the color of her eyes.

“Telekinesis and manipulation.” Her coffee mug began to stir itself, red mist levitating the mug between them, “I can invade your mind,” she said darkly, “I could make you see things – believe things.”

Theseus swallowed hard, trying to watch her demonstration of power without much of a reaction. “Fascinating.”

Her blood was boiling, “Had enough? Could you leave me alone now?”

The smirk returned to his face, “If you’re interested in auror work…” he tossed a business card towards her and watched as her magic caught it in midair. “… give me a call.”

He winked at her, and (Y/N) knew it was just the beginning of their relationship. The flirtatious, overconfident wizard was going to be the death of her. But she might as well have some fun with it.

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iinsertblognamee · 8 months

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purple to blue

summary ― you say goodbye to perth glory

pairing ― sam kerr x reader

warning/s ― fluff, angst?

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You and Sam had thrived in the Matilda’s. The wins coming one after the other. You had been fortunate enough to score multiple goals, bringing your team to victory.

Although your skill caught someone else's eye. The offer to move to Sydney F.C. came after the Asian Cup Final. Kyah Simon was the first person you spoke to about the offer, she congratulated you with a cheer and a hug. You expressed your worries about moving over to the new team, and she assured you that the team was nothing but supportive and felt that it would be a great move for your career.

You knew ultimately that Sydney F.C. would bring you the experience that you would need for your career, your parents agreeing that the change of teams could bring you skills and knowledge that Perth Glory didn’t have. Working with a new team, different coaches and trainers.

The was one problem, Sam. The two of you had been playing for Perth Glory together for two years, it was one of the reasons you two had finally gotten together and you felt like you were cheating Sam out by moving. You knew the dreams you both had, holding that trophy for Perth Glory. Setting off the sunset with celebrations from your hometown.

You had managed to pull Sam away from a night out with the Matildas, holed up in your hotel room. You had grabbed some room service, your nerves not helping with your appetite as you pushed the eggs around your plate. Sam caught on to it almost immediately but didn’t push.

A few more minutes had passed, Sam’s plate empty whilst yours hadn’t been touched. The uneasiness radiating off you. You watched from the corner of your eye as Sam opened and closed her mouth a few times, debating if she should say anything.

She does.

“What’s going on Y/N?”

Your mum had told you that the news was going to be hard for Sam to hear (she knew how much the two of you relied on each other) but you needed to just rip it off like a bandage so the two of you could work through it.

That was easier said than done.

“I-” the words got caught in your throat but you could hear your mum telling you to trust her. Trust Sam.

“I-I have something to tell you, Sam,” you said hesitantly, trying to work out how exactly you were going to digest the rest of the information.

Sam’s heart sank. She wasn’t stupid, the phrase often preluded bad news. In the back of her mind, she feared their relationship. Feared it was coming to an abrupt end. As much as she didn’t want it to happen, she couldn’t hear those words come out of your mouth. She needed to take some sort of control over the conversation.

Without thinking, she blurts out “Are you breaking up with me?”.

You notice the fear in her eyes instantly, tears welling up just as fast. Your head shakes.

“No! No, god no,” You exclaimed, taking Sam’s hand as you continued to shake your head. “Sam I would never” you add, trying to establish where her thoughts were coming from.

“Then what’s wrong? What’s going on?” her voice cracks, a clear sign she was on the verge of crying. The fear hasn’t left her eyes.

“I’ve been offered a spot in the Sydney FC Team. They were impressed with how I played in the Asian Cup, my skills and consistency. It’s a really big opportunity.”

The announcement hung in the air between them. You watched as the fear left Sam’s eyes, although her face expressed a range of emotions. Surprise, excitement, and disappointment.

Sam knew how big this was, being a footballer herself she knew the importance of a team reaching out for you. She knew the answer was yes, no doubt in her mind and god, she was so happy for you. This was your dream coming true, but your dream meant leaving. Leaving home, leaving Perth Glory and leaving her.

The silence prolongs as your face drops. Taking the silence as rejection.

“Wow…” she pauses, trying to find the words. “Y/N. That’s…That’s great news!” Sam managed to stutter out, a smile appearing on her face but her eyes still held sadness.

“Really?” you shyly ask, your eyes following her as she nods her hand with more determination.

“Y/N this is great! Sydney wants you, I mean I can’t blame them. And they can offer you so much y’know?”

“But what about us?” It was your biggest concern. As much as you loved Sam, you had never had to worry about distance. The furthest the two of you had been from each other was across the street. You knew that it would put a strain on your relationship.

And was that really a risk you wanted to take?

“We’ll be okay. I promise. The distance won’t be forever, the season is only three months of the year, and we’ll see each other in the break weeks and the weeks we play against each other. And we have the matildas throughout the rest of the year. You’ll be with me more time than not. And we have phones and email. We’ll be okay Y/N. I’m not losing you this easily. I believe in us, love”

You took Sam’s face in for a few more seconds, letting her words wash over you. She of course was right. Three months was nothing, and even then you would be able to see each other throughout it all.

Your arms wrap around Sam, as you pull each other closer. A laugh leaves your lips as you start to bounce in her embrace.

“I’m moving to Sydney FC!” you scream out, the excitement finally falling through. Sam joins in with the celebrations, cheering with you as you both jump up and down on the balcony.

The paperwork was signed two days later, and pictures and jerseys were given out. Blue was your new colour.

As exciting as the new team was it was daunting moving over for a short period of time. Kyah took you under her wing, the team welcoming. It helped that you weren’t the only new fresh face coming to the team. Miss Caitlin Foord and Alanna Kennedy joined the team alongside you. It was practically fate, the three of you falling into an easy-going trio.

Being so close in age the three of you gravitated towards each other. The friendship bloomed almost instantly, stitched together by a shared passion and love for soccer. It wasn’t hard to get along, and the three of you found (as well as the rest of the team) that the three of you together meant trouble.

In your first game of the season against Brisbane Roar, you managed to score the last goal, securing the team’s win. Caitlin and Alanna were first on the field running towards you as that final whistle went off. The three of you cheering and dancing, the rest of the team soon to join in.

From there on out the three of you became a dynamic package. A hunger for dribbling past anyone who dared to stand between you and the soccer ball. You were all agile, fierce and almost impossible to defeat. Your instincts were your superpower, reacting in split seconds, a trait the three of you mastered through countless bruises and scraped knees (that didn’t stop any of you).

Games went on, you cheered as Caitlin and Alanna both stepped foot on the field, scoring goals and dodging tackles. High fives and celebrations were constantly shared between the three of you as your friendship grew stronger and stronger.

You spent countless nights on phone calls with Sam, sometimes the girls would join, and other times it was just you and Sam - sharing your secrets and telling point-by-point stories for the days that had passed.

You had both agreed to keep your relationship private, your family knowing but that was the extent of it. You knew not everyone would be supportive of your relationship with Sam, and whilst you didn’t care what they thought you both knew it could create problems with getting selected for bigger and better things. With a clear understanding, the two of you decided for the best that you would maintain the ‘best friends’ relationship for the public.

With that being said, it hadn’t taken long for your trio to now include Sam. The four of you moulded together into the tight-knit group of friends you were. When Sam came to visit you on her week off, the four of you painted the town red - getting yourselves in all sorts of situations that you couldn’t even begin to understand.

It didn’t take long for numbers to be exchanged, as the three of you waved goodbye to Sam as she went back on her way. (You and Sam had said your real goodbyes the night before). The sacred secret was now shared with Alanna and Caitlin too. Although they claim they figured it out long before you and Sam told them.

It was a relief having other people to share your relationship went. They helped you pick out gifts for your anniversary and made excuses for you when you needed some extra time on the phone with Sam. It also came with lots of teasing, sending Sam pictures of you moping around, and making kissy faces as the two of you talked on the phone. Sam absolutely loved it, she loved being able to openly show you off as her girlfriend. She’d get Alanna and Cailtin to give you flowers and chocolates on her behalf and when you got sick she gave them her mum’s homemade chicken soup recipe to help you get better.

When Sydney FC made it to the grand finals Sam, your parents and Sam’s family made their way to Newcastle to cheer you on. Sam and her mum holding a homemade poster with your number in big bold letters with ‘Our Favourite Star’ written underneath.

The game was tense, Newcastle Jets wanted the win as much as your team did. It was 1 - 1 by the 70th minute. The air was tense, Alanna had been subbed on and was showing the crowd exactly why she was put on. You watched the ball go back in forth between your teammates, ready on the side if they needed an escape.

It happened in a blur, you watch Kyah pass the ball to Caitlin, an opponent close behind. She passes it over to you, immediately you start running. An open space breaks even as you dribble the ball past two other opponents and continue towards the goal.

You were far enough out that you doubted your ability to score, looking around to see if there was anyone to pass to. You could hear the crowd screaming, you could hear Sam screaming.

“You can do it, baby! Shoot. Shoot!”

You manage to take a deep breath in and shoot.

The ball flies through the air, an opponent jumping up to create a block, but the ball continues past her head and towards the goalkeeper. You watch as the goalkeeper dives, arms spread out but it’s not enough. The ball hits the back of the net.

Silence. Your heart beating.

The body jumps on your back and then cheers, more teammates joining the huddle as you feel them jump up and down. You manage to make out the crowd joining in with the cheers, you vision looking around at the cheering blue. Alanna screamed “Fuck yeah!” in your ear, the huddle breaking apart as people clap my back.

You search for Sam, Your and her family jumping up and down with the crowd, her mum pulling yours into a hug. Your eyes meet, the pride on her face is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“I love you” she mouths, blowing you a kiss. You pretend to catch it, bringing it to your lips as you mouth “That one was for you”.

The whistle blows six minutes later, the trophy hangs in the air as your team celebrates.

Celebrations go into the night and onto the next day. A brunch with yours and Sam’s family to bring it all in. It was nice being with everyone again, the last time you’d all been together was before you made the move. Stories were told throughout the day, Sam’s hand resting on your thigh. The conversation had moved along, Sam and you soaking in each other’s company.

“Did you hear the good news?” Sam whispers into your ear, her attention still on the table as you slightly move your head so you can watch her face. You shake your head. “We’re staying an extra night”

“Everyone? Doesn’t your mum have work tomorrow?”

“No baby, just you and me. And an empty hotel room”.

Well, you couldn’t say no to that.

#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagines #sam kerr imagine #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader

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theerurishipper · 8 months

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Personally I think there isn’t enough meta about Adricat being a girl coded character and you should make one too

Okay, so when I say "female coded," I mean that Adrien's character fulfils the role that female characters usually have done in media. He's the love interest, he's the emotional support. He's sensitive and he's emotional. He's the heart of the team. Marinette on the other hand is a "male coded" character. She's a leader, she comes up with strategies and plans, and she is the brains of the operation. I used to think that was really cool, the way they subverted gender roles and allowed the characters to shine as characters instead of putting them in a box. Marinette was a strong and determined person, but she also had moments of weakness and vulnerability. Adrien seemed like the usual trope of the damsel in distress, but he was also literally Chat Noir, who often escaped his own situation and whose arc was about him breaking of his father himself.

But then they leaned too far into it, and it just became a gender swapped version of the same tired tropes that we've all seen. Marinette became The Leader™ who can do no wrong and doesn't need to do that emotional support shit for her partner when he needs it. Adrien lost any and all agency in his own story, and effectively just became the damsel in distress who had to sit there and look pretty as he waited for Marinette the knight to come and save him. I mean, you can't get more on the nose than this.

(And yeah, this is supposed to be the class' fanfiction and not representative of what the show was building up to, but this is literally what ended up happening.)

His choices became more and more irrelevant, and his feelings became more and more unimportant, until the entire Ladynoir dynamic became Marinette being The Leader™ who doesn't need to tell Chat Noir anything and doesn't owe him anything, and Chat Noir became the emotional support who is always attentive and considerate of Ladybug's needs to the point of invalidating his own. His feelings of sadness at being left out of the loop and being pushed away by Ladybug ultimately did not matter.

And then Season 5 spent its time setting up a rivalry between Marinette and Gabriel over what's best for Adrien. The fight wasn't Ladybug and Chat Noir against Monarch, but Marinette vs. Gabriel, and whoever won got to take Adrien home as a prize. Adrien's agency was diminished throughout Season 5 and annihilated entirely in the Season 5 finale, where he spends the confrontation with his father locked away in a white room while Marinette has to take the fight to Gabriel and confront him on Adrien's behalf. And he is sound asleep far away from the conflict while Marinette and Gabriel fight over what's best for Adrien instead of him, you know, deciding that himself.

I mean, the finale could not have been clearer about it.

At least he's there in the dream lmao

And the end of Recreation reveals that Marinette is lying to Adrien about his father so as to protect him. Because apparently Adrien won't be able to control his emotions and needs someone else to make his decisions for him. Because clearly, he would be too emotional and wouldn't be able to make his own informed choices. And it's quite common for women to be told that they are too emotional and so the big strong man should make the decisions for them. So the female coded character is treated like his emotions are a weakness and a burden and like he requires other people to make his choices for him.

And so, Marinette the knight defeats the evil Gabriel, saves the helpless Adrien from his evil father, and they kiss in the sunset, and all is well. Except Adrien isn't being allowed to make informed choices about his own life and everyone around him is denying his autonomy, but he only exists to be the trophy for whoever won in the Marinette-Gabriel rivalry (which Marinette only won because Gabriel forfeited anyway), so he doesn't get to make choices and have any of those inconvenient emotions like anger or sadness, and all really is well.

Thomas Astruc even mentioned on Twitter that Chat Blanc was the reason why Adrien could not participate in the finale. And the implication is that he couldn't be there because he would be too emotional and would destroy the world. So Marinette had to do it for him, and Adrien had to be removed from his own story and put away in London with nightmares so that he wouldn't get in the way with his emotions. So yeah. The female coded character was reduced into being a damsel in distress and was told his emotions rendered him incapable of making his own choices because he wouldn't be able to control them.

Anyway, that's my take on it. Here are some other posts that discuss this.

Thank you for your ask!

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wososage · 10 months

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One Step at a Time: USWNT x Reader

Summary: Y/N plays in the opening match of the world cup but it isn’t sunshine and fairy tales. Y/N does everything they can to hold their shit together and help the team.

Warnings: sorry this is very very sad because i need to write out my sad emotions and this is a little bit me writing my life into an imagine… italics are Y/N’s internal monologue

Word count: 1234

Y/N POV

Step One: get to the lobby of the hotel before the bus is supposed to leave

Just put one foot in front of the other. Take the elevator, not the stairs. Save your energy for the game you are going to need it. Are my headphones on? Are my sun glasses on? Follow the team out of the hotel. Ignore the fans. Ignore the media. Get on the bus and sit in your seat.

Step Two: Get to the start of the game without crying

Chill playlist only. Focus on good deep breaths. Keep your eyes closed. Imagine today being a better day. Your family is in the stands. They can’t wait to watch you do what you love. They are so proud of all of the hard work it took you to get here. They will go crazy if you score a goal today. Do the same routine you always do. Take the picture frame out of your bag. Remember that you are playing for those who can no longer be here. Take the necklace off and put it on the picture frame. Get dressed. Warm up. How do the muscles feel? How do the joints feel? Is blood sugar okay? Are electrolyte levels okay?

Step Three: Be the player that the team needs you to be

We all line up. The whistle blows.

Time to push forward. I am open. The ball is at my feet. The keeper is off their line. Chip the keeper Y/N. Holy shit. It worked. I just scored. Everyone is running to me.

“That was amazing Y/N!” Alex yells in my ear.

“Y/N you are the best!” Lindsey says joining the swarm of people hugging me.

I look up to the sky with tears in my eyes.

This is for you. It's always for you.

“Come on guys,” I say. “There is a lot of game left to be played.”

Line up for the corner. Have a plan to lose the defender. Never lose sight of the ball. Run towards it. Jump high. Redirect to the back post.

“Fuck yeah!”

“That's two Y/N!”

“Y/N is unstoppable!”

Don’t get cocky. Stay humble. Stay true to yourself.

“Y/N! Push forward.”

I can see what is about to happen. Stay on side Y/N and everything will work out. Run. Get your ass there. Just get a toe on the ball. The keeper can’t stop you. Redirect. Don’t add any power.

“Hat trick! Hat trick! Hat trick!”

“Y/N! You are the love of my life!”

The whistle blows and I just sit on the ground and cry. I should be happy right now, but instead I am so sad.

This is not how the world cup was supposed to go.

Step 4: Put on a happy face until the public can’t see you

“That was an amazing way to start the world cup,” Vlatko says to all of us in the huddle. “I am proud of all of you. Y/N, congrats on the hat trick. Everyone, enjoy this moment. The rest of the world cup starts tomorrow.”

“One more thing before everyone starts to look for their family,” Pinoe says. “Y/N get in the middle. You know how birthdays work on this team.”

Everyone sings happy birthday to me and then we head over to the friends and family section.

Seeing everyone so excited that their family is here makes me happy. It’s great to see everyone in such good moods.

“Y/N where is your family?” Sonnett asks. “I wanna say hi to them!”

“They’re in America,” I tell her quietly, trying to not cry. “They aren’t coming to any of the games.”

“That’s okay,” Sonnett whispers in my ear while giving me a hug. “All of our families will support you and be your family during the tournament.”

“Thanks Sonny”

Step 5: Get through media as quickly as possible

Heif takes me to the mixed zone, where I am presented with the player of the match trophy.

“Y/N,” A reporter says, getting my attention. “After your goals and after the game you seemed emotional. Could you speak on what emotions you are feeling and what has been going through your head throughout the game?”

Do I lie or do I tell the truth?

Lie.

Truth.

Lie.

Truth.

Lie.

Truth. The truth will come out eventually so there is no point in lying now.

“Yeah, there definitely are a lot of emotions when it comes to playing in the world cup. Most of the game I kept telling myself to be that player that my teammates need me to be. Every goal was such a whirlwind. They were all split second decisions that worked out in the team's favor. Before every game, I remind myself of all the people I play this sport for. All of the people who would be proud of me for fighting for my dreams. After the goals, I was thinking who I was scoring for. The ones who would be going crazy if they were able to watch this game. I am sure if you were to ask anyone on the team, they would say that they compartmentalize during games and tournaments. I am no different. But once that final whistle blew, I let myself think about the things I’ve been blocking out during the game. I let myself sit in the emotions I was putting aside in order to be the player the team needs me to be.”

“Y/N, is there anything you would like to say to your family right now?”

It’s okay to cry. Everyone will understand.

“Yes. Unfortunately, my family was not able to make it out to the world cup, so they are back home watching this on TV. Before… Before we left the hotel I got a call from my family. There was a family emergency. So to my family: I am very sorry that I am not able to be there to support you right now. I know what you are going through feels unreal and unimaginable. I love each and everyone of you. Please take time for yourself and make sure you are doing okay. And I hope that watching the world cup brings you a little bit of light in this very dark time. Those goals were for Reagan, Chase, and Cole. I will fight to win this world cup for you and for them. And I will be back in a month to give all of you hugs.”

Step 6: Let the team in. Let the team support you.

I am sobbing by the time I get back to the locker room. Almost everyone is either in the showers or the ice bath. I get to my locker and suddenly I am filled with rage. I punch my locker over and over again until I am pulled away by Aubrey and Naeher. I collapse in their arms and just sob.

Nothing in the world feels okay.

By the time I have calmed down, the entire team is sitting in their lockers silently. Patiently waiting for me to talk to them.

“My brothers died today,” I say, my voice raw. “I found out right before we got on the bus. I am staying for the rest of the world cup. My family will be staying in America. I need to win this for them.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #alyssa naeher #aubrey kingsbury #Alex Morgan #Lindsey Horan #emily sonnett

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profound-jade · 1 year

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Supreme Support Reader Part 2

Sorry for being away so long, just life in general hit me. Anyways, heres part two. It doesn’t have much correlation with part 1 in terms of story so you can just read this first. Enjoy!

Oh yeah. Warnings: Yandere

Word Count: 5500

Part 2 of the Supreme Support Reader. Basically the reader has the supernatural or divine power of making anyone happy and destroying their negative emotions. It’s a passive ability which can get stronger based on certain things like activities and distance.

For example, its effect is way stronger if the reader is physically touching someone or if they’re giving direct compliments instead of just being close or talking to them. Someone looking at you brings them happiness and all but it’s even stronger if they are hugging you or doing uhhh, things that are a bit more naughty. Well, for those that tried putting in some effort in trying to make it not obvious.

The effect of this is either a direct result from darling being in Sagau where they have it because of their divinity aura, or just because they were born with it or given to them if they were isekai’d into Genshin.

It’s not like a drug that gives artificial happiness, no, you give true and pure happiness to those around you, the kind of happiness that is warm and beautiful.

An indirect result of this is the characters experiencing the effect and feeling would become infatuated with the reader, which would most likely lead to them being yanderes.

Once someone feels the effect darling has on them, it's over. Similar to how one would feel after seeing an oasis in the desert after days of dehydration might feel, an primordial urge to claim would awaken within them, especially characters with deep hidden trauma.

When those trauma and insecurities are dug out and erased, it's gonna be filled with an intense emotion of love and obsession for you.

Beidou would be back from a journey from the seas, the fleet filled with treasures, trophies of battles she fought, stories to tell and so much more. Maybe she met you tending to your humble little shop like the flowers or simply just something normal like just going and enjoying a nice walk but either way, with how familiar Liyue is to Beidou, meeting you is a matter of when and not if.

She would walk confidently with a brilliant smile on her face as she took in the scenery of Liyue Harbour before her gaze caught onto you, an ethereal like beauty tending to their own business.

Her smile would falter and her lips close out of nervousness before she would carefully make her way towards you, almost as if she was scared that you were going to be startled by her and run away.

You lift your head and instantly recognize her. It was Beidou, the Captain of the Crux Fleet and one of your favourite characters in the game! How could you not recognize her?

A gentle and cheerful smile would be given to her alongside a quick wave. Beidou could almost hear her heart pounding by this point as her mind went into haywire just…staring at you. She would somehow manage to pull herself together and quickly give a simple greeting and ask about you, which you would reciprocate with a slight bow and introduce your products like the flowers you grew.

You would run over to Beidou’s side with a small pot of flowers you picked out in hand and bring it to Beidou. “The shade of these flowers matches your dress and would look nicely anywhere on you, especially on your hair. Of course any flower would look great on you, but I think these ones are the best. Would you like to buy some?”

Staring into your beautiful eyes and with your figure close enough that if she were to just extend and wrap her arms around, you would be in her embrace. Her mouth dry as your faint scent flowed into her nose, her pupils dilating instantly. She brought both shaky hands onto the reddish clay pot you were holding, nearly gasping as her fingers felt the touch of yours.

“...I would love that…”

Beidou would stick onto you from then on, practically locking you in place with her grip that always seemed a bit too tight for your relatively weak body. You had originally wanted to tell her to not do that seeing as it was a bit too close for your likings, but seeing her bright smile as well as her “innocent” character, you found it simply too awkward for that. After a while, you grew accustomed to the tightness and even began to feel rather comforted by it.

No matter where you were, whether it be from picking apples and berries in the outskirts of Liyue or simply just taking a stroll in the streets of Liyue on a nice day, Beidou would always somehow coincidentally bump into you. Does Beidou usually go out at this time, and here at the flower shop of all places? Or even out in the wilderness, far from her ship and crew, right next to you?

You would be a bit confused at this. A thought did cross your mind once but it was brushed off like a small speck of dust without a second of you entertaining it. It was too ridiculous, you would never entertain a thought as absurd as the Beidou, Hero of the Seas and Captain of the Crux would fall for you. Not only fall for you, but would purposely find out your daily schedule and stalk you. That would be just ridiculous. Hahaha

Beidou’s familiar and joyous laugh sounded next to you as well before she slung one of her arms over your neck and pulled you close. This had startled you before in the past, but now it was a common occurrence, happening seemingly anytime you go out.

You did find it a bit strange, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable or anything so you decided to attribute it to Beidou’s very friendly personality and even grew fond of it, enjoying the rest of the day where you and her would go around Liyue to enjoy all kinds of things you wouldn’t have known if Beidou hadn’t introduced it to you.

Eventually without you knowing, her presence had become a daily part of your life and you started to learn more and more about her in detail. The game covered a lot of the important parts, but there are still many more nuanced parts that only close friends would know, and she started to learn more about you as well along the way.

The more you learned about her, the closer you got to her and felt more and more comfortable near her, while she fell deeper and deeper in love the more she learned about you.

Whilst you have progressed from seeing her as an idol to a close friend, she has progressed from seeing you as a lifelong lover to her wife. While you two are out in public, any other suitors wouldn’t be granted a chance in getting close to you, not when Beidou’s strength which is strong enough to behead sea monsters would be directed at them.

Well, not that is much of a deterrent to people like Beidou who has already felt your effect on them, but Beidou’s sheer strength alone bought her more time to court you by beating the others bedridden behind your back.

Thankfully for her none of them were people with visions or powerful people which really helped with hiding what she has been doing behind your back.

As your peaceful days would continue, you would sooner or later visit the Crux and her private chambers by her request and give compliments on it, talking about how lovely and exciting it must be to live there.

Beidou’s large figure would sneak up behind you and snake her arms over your waist, pulling you closer. This was something that you had relatively gotten used to after a while, but it feels a bit off today for some reason.

“Yes, it really is lovely. But, it gets lonely sometimes…” Her voice trailed off, loving how you flinched and shook as she whispered gently behind your ear. “So…I’ve decided to fix that. With you…”

Before you could ask what she meant, the anchor had already been pulled, and the ship was heading out into the seas as the wind picked up. It wasn’t anything unusual, really. The Crux always goes out for periods of time into the sea for adventure, and wouldn’t come back for quite some time.

It wasn’t too long, or too short. But it was enough time for Beidou to thoroughly convince you to be hers…

Or maybe it was Beidou that had been chosen by fate to be the catalyst, maybe it had been someone else.

Maybe it was someone who desperately needed love and affection in their life from all the hate and pain they had experienced.

Eula grew up in a clan that highly advocated bloodline purity and an aristocratic image due to their clan’s history of ruling Mondstadt. Many things would come of this that would affect Eula negatively.

Due to the high standard that she was met with, she was always pressured into performing to the unreasonably high standard that aristocrats would expect by her family, of which she never received actual affection from due to the cold and robotic way of life their clan upheld.

From the rigorous etiquette training she would receive as a child, the cold aristocratic manner had been imprinted on her, making the situation with the citizens of Mondstadt even worse.

The children of the Lawrence clan were not allowed to indulge in any “childish” games and were instead forced to do productive things like swordsmanship and noble practices, leading to none of the children in the clan making friends with each other.

Adding onto the fact that the parents of Mondstadt would quickly call their children away when Eula was near and warn them about her, she never had anyone to call a friend. It would stay like from when she was a young little girl to a tall, proud young lady. Well, until she met you.

Looking at the cold and dim stare Eula had on her face as she tread the streets of Mondstadt would give anyone an instinctive chill and the urge to back away. But, you knew why she was like that. You read her backstory, listened to all her dialogues, and played all the events with her in it.

Eula wasn’t a bad person, all she needs is a bit of affection and understanding to be friends with her.

She wasn’t someone like the Lawrence clan that would chain and lock someone up for their own needs, right?

And so, you would go and greet her cheerfully with a smile. That was the first ever positive greeting from someone in her life, and the sound of the chain around her heart cracking resounded.

Although Eula would act like she was suspicious of you, it was actually just her being confused as to why you were being so nice to her. As much as she would act rather coldly with her oaths of vengeance, it really wasn’t all that of an issue with you. Not when she was visibly happy that you did something nice for her.

The two of you grew closer rapidly. Eula never had any friends and family that she can call loving. It was only now that she had experienced true affection in her life, the effect of which is multiplied by the warmth and comfort your divine aura gave.

Eula rarely went around Mondstadt in public, especially where there were many people. The collective stares of fear and unease given to her was something that had always been a thorn in her side throughout her life.

But ever since meeting you, it didn’t seem to matter. You who would always carry a kind smile on your face would grab her hands and take her all around the city to places she had never been to before.

The Good Hunters for food, the Cat’s Tail for drinks, and so much more. No one dared say anything bad to her when you were around, making sure everyone knows that Eula was a great friend of yours.

It was throughout this period of time in public did Eula discover a hidden change regarding.

The stares…

The stares people give still affect her, but a far cry from the original way it did. She no longer cared of how the citizens of Mondstadt stared at her, but she did when they stared at you.

Anger would flare up inside of her as Eula saw how people would stare at you and look at all parts of your body.

However, the part she hates the most is the looks of confusion they have for you. Why are you with a Lawrence clan member? Don’t you know what her family is like?

Eula hates this the most. After so long without love, she has finally met you and received it. So who are they to question why you are with her?!

She would painfully admit it in her heart that she isn’t worthy of you, but so what? You are beloved by everyone in Mondstadt, everyone, including her. Since everyone likes you, then what makes them worthy of you.

If no one is worthy of you, then it doesn’t matter if it's Eula who is the one who gets to be by your side.

Your aura has melted away the years of pent up stress she has in just a short amount of time. But, there are deep lodged parts within her heart that need a little more power to properly clean it. It could be from anything that triggers the boiling point, in fact, just a simple compliment would be enough.

One day, you and Eula had decided to meet up at Windrise to play some games. You two would usually go together, but Eula had to sort some stuff out at home first and then come so she went alone at a later hour.

She would receive so many stares as she made her way to the city gates, eager to meet up with you outside. This would be stopped by one of your suitors would gather up enough courage to halt her.

“Hey! We see that you’ve been getting close to Yn recently, what are you trying to pull?” They would question loudly, drawing the attention of the passerby. You were popular in Mondstadt with your gentle and bright personality, always ready to lend a helping hand.

A pair of cold eyes would stare back at them as she replied coldly. “...What are you trying to say?”

“What we are saying is that you need to back away from them.” The suitor would state as a matter of fact. “Y/n always lends a helping hand to people no matter what. We don’t need a Lawrence to come and take advantage of their kindness and hurt them.”

At this point, Eula and the suitor would argue back and forth, losing miserably and leaving with a huff when all of the audience would be on the suitor’s side and tell her off.

You would meet Eula later at the lake and obviously ask her about what happened to make her so upset but it would always be brushed off one way or another. This led to an awkward silence in which you two didn’t make eye contact and just stood there motionlessly. Well, until Eula glanced up towards you, not making eye contact, and slowly spoke with hesitance.

“...hey, Yn?”

“...oh! Yeah, what’s up?”

“Why…do you treat me so nicely?” Eula would speak, her voice trailing off as tears threatened to fall out. “I’m a…Lawrence…the family of the tyrant of Mondstadt. Shouldn't you…hate me?”

You were a bit stunned at her question as a dumbfounded expression was plastered over your face, but your usual thin smile would come back on. With a small chuckle, you leaned forward and pulled Eula into your arms, embracing her gently and letting the warmth of your body envelope her, greatly to her surprise.

“You are a Lawrence, family of tyrants and all that, true. But, ” You stopped briefly. “You are also my Eula, someone I love and care for deeply.”

You held her face in both your palm, rubbing the tears away from her cheeks and eyes and staring in her eyes with great clarity and strength.

“I’m not afraid of you, silly. I love you!” You spoke with a laugh, closing your eyes in the process and not seeing the expression on Eula’s face. It was as though the Raiden Shogun herself had struck her with lightning.

You pulled her head against your neck and snuggled up against her. Things like this had happened before in the past. Whenever Eula was upset at something, you would always hold her like this and wait until she was alright again!

Eula’s beautiful eyes that seemed to hold the morning sun were still wide open, even as your aura was currently healing her mind and soul rapidly, the words from earlier made it impossible for her to react to it.

I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!

Your voice repeated your words thousands of times inside Eula’s head, echoing as though it was in the deepest parts of the Chasm.

Her arms slowly wrapped around you tightly, pulling you tightly as though you were her anchor in this world. Her face still in your neck, Eula closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, intoxicating herself.

“Mine…Yn belongs to me.” Her voice whispered quietly.

Eula brought you over to her family manor one day, something that you never expected to happen with how much she despises her lineage. It moved you a lot, since Eula was actually willing to not hide, but show you the details of her life.

She would guide and take you everywhere in her home, from her study areas to the training areas, and even the ball room for dancing. It was really interesting and fun to learn more and more about her, especially when she has been so secretive and quiet about her personal life.

Finally, she brought you to her room. It was very formal and neat without much recreational things like art equipment but it did have a lot training equipment like wooden swords and dummies.

As you were in awe of all the different things in the room, you failed to catch the nervous look on Eula’s face. Her head down with a guilty expression, Eula looked to be in deep thought. Eventually, she grabbed on her arm and dug her nails inside, drawing blood.

“Hey, Yn? Do you want to see something cool? You have to keep it a secret though.” She spoke and went to a nearby bookshelf, feeling an angle of it.

You beamed at her, which she kept her head down didn’t meet your gaze. “What is it? I'll keep it a secret, show me!”

Eula gestured for you to come closer and she pressed against the wall, which rotated and brought inside the hidden room.

The room was very well cleaned and…decorated? The room was filled to the brim, and everything a room needs was there, lined up nicely. A large bed, a wooden table, a beautiful chandelier, a bookshelf, a cabinet, everything was there.

It was so neat! There was just more and more you can find when looking around. Several landscape paintings, make up, posters, clocks, and…chains? And..handcuffs, rope, and…tape?

A husky whisper would sound behind you and Eula’s cold embrace wrapped around your body. Her hands firmly around your wrist and the entire outline of her front was felt on your back.

“This is a hidden room within my room. I discovered it by accident when I was younger, and not even my parents know about it.”

Eula gave your ear a small bite, loving the way your body struggles against hers.

“E-Eula, w-what are you…?” Your voice quivered.

“Be obedient, okay? I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t.” She spoke, pressing you closer against her and eyeing the thick chains on the bed. “...I love you too, Yn…”

While both Eula and Beidou would take some time to actually muster up the courage to take you for themselves forcefully because they fear your rejection as well as moral conflicts within themselves, Shenhe would be vastly different.

Awakening abruptly from a nightmare from back to her traumatic experiences not too long ago, it was such a contrast in the eyes of Shenhe for her to encounter such a beautiful opportunity right in front of her.

The warmth and comfort that you brought to her by just being there and existing was something that she would have never expected nor believed if not for the fact she is facing you right now. The words of Cloud Retainer would come rushing to her mind, of how one day she’ll encounter someone important to her. That day was today, the day she saw you.

From how mentality detached from human society and culture Shenhe is as well as her upbringing as an exorcist, a career that is already highly detaching from human society, Shenhe would not know how to approach you effectively.

Unlike other suitors who would go and try to familiarise themselves with you directly, Shenhe would stalk and learn more about you one-sidedly by herself. That’s why she would always be where you were, just secretly observing you like a masterpiece of art that needs to be properly cherished and protected.

You would be browsing the local wares and goods at the market and the familiar figure of the silver haired lady would seem to be right there near you. Shenhe was not someone that would visit Liyue so often, and when she did, it would always be in dining areas, and not a market like this.

Out of curiosity and as well as friendliness, you would go and greet her and strike up a conversation. Her opal eyes would widen out of shock when you came up to her, making her subconsciously take a step back as though something that is not supposed to happen had occurred.

Her eyes shaking and her breaths uneven, this would be the first time you stood so close to her. From how you tread your steps to how the air brushes your hair, Shenhe’s rare emotion of greed would express itself as she internally conflicted as to where her eyes ought to be.

“Oh, uh, did I do something wrong?” You would say to her, just the bit confused over her reaction towards you.

Hearing no reply from her, you would introduce yourself to her and ask her name, to which you would finally get a reply.

“...Shenhe…” She breathed.

It would go incredibly downhill very fast from there.

Akin to giving a tiger with wings, you freely expressing your goodwill towards Shenhe and allowing her to get close to you was the match thrown into the hay.

She would be to you as what a shadow would be to its owner; right beside the at all times.

Shenhe’s direct personality as well as her violent nature would definitely be something that is hard for you to get used to, especially when you have to physically restrain her when other suitors come close to you.

This did bring you some concerns regarding what she would do if she got her hands on them, but with simply how dorky and innocent she is in your eyes, you just chalk it off as your good friend being protective.

The two of you’s friendship would slowly blossom over time and sweeten as you two got to know each other more and more. Stories of the adeptus abode and her youth under Cloud Retainer would be given out by her whilst the admittedly more mundane stories of your daily life would be handed out by you.

It really wasn’t anything interesting to the average person, but Shenhe seemed to treat it as the best thing she has ever heard of in her life. The way your voice flows into her ears makes it sound as though you were truly being alive. When you are calm, your voice is akin to a soft cool breeze , whilst your voice when full of joy and energy is like the warm comforting ray of the sun.

Everything was fine with her. Shenhe had no well defined definition of love and didn’t see a “path” for her to take with you. All she wanted was to be with you, which she already has.

The days continued until she saw something that awoke something deep inside of her.

Jealousy.

Your smile, which she ahs seen so many times, always seemed to irk her in a strange way whenever it was directed towards someone else. Whether it was just a simple greeting to an acquaintance, an emotion that Shenhe couldn’t fully grasp or understand would appear in her heart.

But this was different. A suitor bold enough to flirt with you in front Shenhe dared to make you not only smile, but laugh and blush. Once again, right in front of her.

Shenhe’s eyes glowed an ominous blue and before you know it, her grip would be on your wrist and you would be dragged off with an innocent and concerned expression. The other party would object of course, but her cryo avatar’s hand would’ve already been on their neck, giving Hu Tao something to smile about later on.

As someone who is effectively an adeptus, Shenhe well has her own adeptus abode. Still trying to get an answer out of Shenhe on what is so urgent, the space around you would distort and before you know it, it was already too late.

You are in Shenhe’s palms now.

Shenhe doesn’t use restraints such as rope, chains, or handcuffs. No, any attempt to resist her would be easily dismantled by her titan-like strength and cryo avatars. She truly wonders why you are being so resistant to her, it makes no logical sense to her.

You’ve sincerely befriended each other and built a lasting relationship. In her eyes it was comically simple, she loves and you love her. Therefore, you should always be with her so that she can keep you safe.

But, that’s not what happened. Oh well, things can’t go so smoothly in life right? There’s bound to be complications in everything, so Shenhe didn’t dwell on it too much. She’ll sort the minor details later, the most important at hand has to be solved first.

To make you submit.

Raiden Ei loved her companions greatly, which is why even now, hundreds of years later, the aching loneliness left behind by their passing still persists. Her mind distraught and confused, she gave herself an ultimatum and obsessed with the pursuit of eternity.

Her nation of Inazuma, guarded and raised by both her and her sister, Makoto, as well as her companions was one of the few vital things left to her. It is something that she cannot accept losing, something that has to be safe,

But, history has shown her that the unending stream of time will never stop for anyone and even her friends were washed away by the currents. She cannot guarantee Inazuma;s safety, so she went into seclusion for the pursuit of eternity so that everything she holds dear will always be with her.

Her views of Inazuma and its islands are all present. Though it's not perfect, Ei can see anything she wants within Inazuma and be aware of major events. Only with this can she continue her pursuit of eternity without worry of her precious nation being in danger.

She would be on her periodic survey, giving the lands of Inazuma a simple view to make sure nothing dangerous went unchecked. It was here where it happened.

A glance, a single glance. Not one less or more, just one glance was enough.

Your image out of the corner of Ei’s sharp amethyst eyes would be enough for her to be bound to your presence. One more glance, just to see you again and try to understand the feeling that it brought about in her heart.

No, two views wasn’t enough. Out of everything in Inazuma, only you were able to catch her cold yet determined heart so easily. You are an exception, an enemy of eternity. It was only her duty to know more about you, right?

Viewing quickly became her main focus in euthymia. It was strange, just watching you do ordinary simple things for hours on end, but the feelings of warmth and comfort it brought to her was indescribable.

Her lonely heart, once plagued by loss, was finally being filled and healed. The cold chamber with a thousand regrets was being melted so easily by you and filled with love and comfort, that she wondered to herself if you were truly real and not a figment of her imagination.

Time flowed by and her viewings of you became even more frequent. The sincere joy in her heart as she watched you sing was something that cannot be described with mere words alone. The joy in her heart as she witnessed you bake was almost as much as eating it.

The cute confused face you made afterwards as you looked around to try and find the few treats went missing was the cherry on top. Surely you don’t mind her taking a few, right? She’ll make it up to you in the future.

Her viewing of you one day was the usual, sitting cross legged whilst hovering above the now warm floor of euthymia and her eyes on the “screen” where your image was being presented.

You had made your way out of Inazuma city and into one of the villages for some fresh melons. Reaching up into the trees, you picked and filled your basket with the ripe and was about to start your journey back home when a piercing pain shot through your shoulder.

You fell onto your knees, eyes clenched in pain as the figures of 4 rogues made their way towards you, one of them holding a wooden crossbow that had just been fired.

It was late autumn and the temperatures were sinking by the day, so you wore heavier clothing for warmth. The thick fabric absorbed all the golden blood flowing from the wound, making the rogue oblivious to who they had just shot.

As one of them unsheathed their katana and began to speak about handing over your money and goods, the sky itself turned dark in an instant and purple lightning roared before a figure crashed down before you.

Ei’s eyes met with yours for the first time, and despite the situation, the thought that you looked so much better in person went through her head. Her eyes narrowed and a sharp bloodlust erupted out of her as her eyes met the wooden arrow still lodged inside your shoulder and chest.

She swung her blade once, not even seeing the filth that dared harm you, and they were gone, leaving nothing but a smouldering pile of dark ash.

Your eyes widened in shock and fear as you registered what had happened. You parted your lips to speak but the Shogun had already made her way to you, crouching down and holding your cheeks in her hands.

Regret swelled up in her heart as she gritted her teeth.

A mistake. She had made a mistake once again. After so long of bearing with the pain in her heart, the burden of pursuing eternity, and enduring the days of loneliness, she has finally found you, Teywat’s blessing to her.

However, after all that, she had dared allow herself to become complacent with you. She allowed herself to view you freely wandering about the mortal world, not realising the amount of potential danger there was!

She took in your trembling figure and took in your scent, the warmth of your body and intoxication from your scent more than enough to solidify the decision in her heart.

Her friends all perished due to the ever changing outside world. You, who is just a weak mortal, cannot be in such a place. You need to be beside her where she can keep you safe. She needs to protect you. You need to be in euthymia with her forever to be safe.

“E-Ei, I-”

She cradled your body and cooed softly, cutting off your words. “Shhhhh, shhhh. It’s okay, it’s okay. Just come with me,” Her hands ran though your hair, loving the silky texture on her fingers. Her eyes darkened and her voice now oozed possessiveness. “I will keep you safe for all Eternity.”

#sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #Genshin #genshin impact #yandere #yandere beidou #eula #Raiden #raiden ei #shenhe #genshin cult au #genshin cult #sagau brainrot #brainrot #fluff #self aware #self aware genshin #self aware au

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luna-rainbow · 1 year

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(I've seen a couple of Peggy posts turn up today and please note I'm not trying to be contrary, just want to discuss things from a different perspective)

I've talked about this in another post before, but the MCU movies need to be examined in the context of the genre convention of superhero movies. From a writing perspective, CATFA (and all the Cap movies) needed to center on Steve Rogers (which is why CACW and TFATWS were failures in their primary story). All the other characters are meant to be support -- Bucky was the main foil, but so were Sam and Nat - Nat as the deceptive spy to Steve's blunt soldier, Sam as the modern parallel of Steve's traumas. By and large, CA1 and CA2 managed this balance well. Bucky Stans may not like me saying this, but as much as it would be nice to see more of Bucky's inner voice about his horrific experiences, that was not the point of those movies. The point of the movies was to focus on Steve, and Bucky's part - as lean as it was - fulfilled his narrative purpose. Of course it could've been gayer better, but it was good enough (** CA3 should have dealt with Bucky's recovery because that would have been important to Steve's recovery).

So now we come to the awkward subject of the Carters. We can argue about "better" female representation until our voices dry (that representation was given to Nat, by the way), but the two Carters were written as pure love interests in the movies. That was the first part of how the writing failed them. There was no narrative acknowledgement of how the Carter's experiences might mirror or contrast Steve's - and there were many! The first conversation between Steve and Peggy in the army - instead of drawing parallel between a man struggling against ableism and a woman struggling against misogyny, it simply plays up Steve as an incel and Peggy as the disinterested trophy. Instead of comparing how difficult it was for Steve and Peggy to get into the army, instead of discussing their respective reasons for wanting to join, the only parallel it draws between them is both are waiting "for the right partner" (i.e. a romantic connection only)....which it then reneges in CATWS when Steve talks about "someone with shared experiences" and does not include Peggy in that mix.

As the movies continue, more and more contrast is shown in Peggy's and Steve's experiences -- Steve, who laments of feeling lost and uncertain, and Peggy, laughingly dismissing him as "always so dramatic"; Peggy, who has lived a full life without him, and Steve, who still struggles to extract himself from the past; Peggy, who has used Steve's fame to set up SHIELD and thanks Steve for "finding" her husband, and Steve, who has to contend with the legacy of what Peggy has created and what her role might have been for "finding" Bucky; Peggy, who was willing to compromise with Nazis for whatever war she intended to win, and Steve, who stared Fury in the eye and said "SHIELD, Hydra, it all goes."

But the stories never have the self-awareness for these contrasts, as they do - and they do, the CATWS writers knew exactly what they were doing - with Bucky and Nat and Sam. The poignancy of Bucky's narrative/moral connections (and Nat's and Sam's) with Steve are intentional, but for Peggy, accidental.

She was written as a sexy lamp - which, while annoying, is part of the genre convention that I can ignore - with multiple moral failings, who continually demonstrates an inability to connect with Steve on an ethical or emotional level.

But since Endgame, Disney keeps insisting that she's the female equivalent of Steve. And that's where my dislike of the character comes from.

#like i don't dislike characters just because they're bad people #cos they're fictional and it's okay to play with concepts #but when someone take a morally bad person and insist they're morally good #that's when you gotta start asking questions #anti peggy carter

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tomboy014 · 2 years

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So, anyone’s who’s watched the show know that Skulker loves to proclaim that he’s the Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter at the top of his lungs. Most takes I see of him have him as a poacher when he was alive.

I prefer the idea that he only hunted legally and is just as big a conservationist as Sam is. After all, he can’t hunt if his prey’s habitat is destroyed or goes extinct. And it pisses Sam off to no end.

Like, Sam has a booth set up outside the school where she’s trying to get people to sign a petition or donate to save one of the less cute endangered species. Skulker shows up, but instead of coming to take Danny’s pelt, he’s there to sign the petition. He’ll hunt the whelp later.

None of them can believe it, but he refuses to leave until he signs it. Sam argues that he can’t support the endangered animals if he hunts them, but After all, personal donations only make up a small percentage of the funding that conservation efforts rely on; the majority comes from hunting fees. Legal trophy hunts have a target selected that’s either old or problematic. The fees and money for guides help support the local economy. In return, the animals are seen as an asset and source of income, so locals will help protect their habitat and go after poachers. Where Sam has always used an emotional appeal to make her arguments, Skulker uses facts, and it drives her nuts that she can’t argue against him.

Tucker: See? I’m saving the earth by eating the cows!

Skulker: You are aware the beef industry is the leading cause of deforestation in the Amazon?

Sam: Yes! Thank you!

Skulker: That’s why I hunt for my food!

Sam: NO!!!

Every time Sam starts losing her argument, she yells at Danny to just shove him in the thermos already, but Danny refuses because 1) it’s actually super informative, 2) he’s using this stuff to help him pass some classes, and 3) if Skulker’s arguing with Sam, it means he’s not hunting him.

It also explains why he’ll take jobs from Vlad. Tags and licenses are expensive, and he needs human money for those.

#danny phantom #skulker

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spemtang · 4 months

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This is gonna be a post of random Drakgo thoughts, blurbs and headcanons (maybe?) that aren't really categorized in any way I just need to talk about then rn.

A lot of fan stuff depicts Shego as being all suave and seductive towards Drakken. Which, duh. But I like to think their first kiss was him just awkwardly going for it in a never-kissed-a-girl-before, kinda-just-pressing-their-faces-together kind of way, before Shego sort of smoothens it out by the end. Dr. D is an oaf, but I feel he'd be the one with the boldness to do something like that despite sucking at it. It's his charm, really.

As much as I like the cuter aspects of DrakGo, Schooley's talk of their relations in the AMA get me thinking. Not that they'd end up with anyone but eachother, but that their romance post-graduation would be rocky and difficult. In "Emotion Sickness" we see a lot of Shego's affectionate side (to its extreme, mind you, but still representative of her in some ways). Despite her aloof attitude, I think she'd still have that grabby, persistence in ways that Drakken probably wouldn't be the most comfortable with (As seen in the episode itself). There could be tension between the two for that, maybe Shego would get too ahead of herself and become upset/feel rejected when Drakken declines further advances (Not that Shego wouldn't respect Drakken's boundries, but as in; she's not so level-headed in more personal scenes like those- she'd be more prone to getting emotional or taking things the wrong way)? He seems a lot softer, and new to romantic affection, so I feel their differences would create a disparity. Though, of course, I think they like eachother very much and wouldn't ever break apart because of it. They'd work it all out with time.

I had this small idea in my head of a little plot where Drakken would lose/accidentally trash his medal of honor he got during graduation, feeling distraught as it was a emblem of his only real accomplishment and moment of recognition. It'd only be after hours of searching in some dump with Shego's assistance that he'd realize why she was there - helping him. Not as a sidekick, or assistant, or henchwoman. But because she cared about it as long as he cared about it. It'd be then he'd realize the trophy he was looking for was with him the entire time 😭(I'm sorry if this one was cheesy or generic it just popped in my head and I wanted to write it. It sounded so sweet.)

They, obviously, watch Snowman Hank anually. Shego hates to admit that she kind of likes it in a weird sort of way.

When Drakken has nightmares, he now clings to Shego instead of calling his mother at 2 in the morning for emotional support.

#kim possible #dr drakken #shego #drakken #drakgo #drakken x shego #shegoxdrakken #shipping #headcanon #im just a girl in the world

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elisysd · 10 months

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Lover - Taylor Swift

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?

Last race before the summer break was Spa, a race that held a special place in Charles’ heart. He had there, his first F1 victory ever but it had been tainted by the loss of Anthoine, the day prior. It was always pretty emotional for him to come back here. But today, it was even more special. He was there as the leader of the championship and it added an unexpected pressure. As usual, Lyanna was there to support him and he was grateful for that.

Charles dominated his rivals on the track and finished first once again, securing not only the win but also managing a Grand Chelem. As the Monegasque anthem was playing on the podium, Charles looked at the sky while closing his eyes and Lyanna knew that he was thinking a lot about his dad. But as soon as it stopped his eyes found Lyanna and he pointed first to his trophy and then to her mouthing an “I love you” that was caught on camera. But both of them did not care.

Summer break was finally there and Charles was excited to finally be able to relax. His idea of fun was spending every moment possible with Lyanna, his family and friends and if possible, on his boat away from everything. But it was also an important time for him and Lyanna since it was marking the first year of them knowing each other and he wanted to make it special. That’s why one morning as she was sleeping soundly in his bed, the early rays of sunshine kissing her naked skin, he went to the bakery to buy chocolate muffins. Careful to not wake her when he came back in the bedroom, he got to his side of the bed and proceeded to cuddle her and kiss every inch of skin his lips could come across. She whined before stirring up, her lips finding Charles’.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispered against her lips as she slowly curled up in his arms.

“Good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Very, very well. I have to say that you tired me out last night.” She added a smile in her voice.

“You loved it.”

“I really, really do.”

“And since I don’t have anything else to do, I promise you that I’m going to spend the next three weeks worshiping you as you deserve.”

“Words, words, Leclerc. I need less than those and more action.”

“And I promise you, you will but first, breakfast.”

“Thank you, I’m so hungry. Let me get some clothes first and I join you.”

She took a quick shower before walking to the kitchen, her wet hair in a messy bun and saw the table dressed impeccably.

“Are we celebrating something?”

“Not necessarily. It’s just… it’s been a year since I’ve met you and I wanted to do something nice to celebrate.

“That’s very sweet.”

“I bought chocolate muffins.”

She looked at him knowingly.

“You remember.”

“Of course I do. How could I forget the way you looked when I opened my door and saw you holding them and how you were ready to run away. Back then you were just the pretty girl I had met in the elevator. Those muffins hold a special place in my heart. I could never forget them.”

Lyanna smiled gently at him and went to him. Charles welcomed her with open arms as she sat in his laps and buried her head in his neck.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“Wait until you see what I have planned!” he laughed, kissing the top of her head.

Curious and excited, Lyanna let Charles guide her with absolute trust. She didn't question him when he gave her a sports outfit to put on and did the same. And neither when they drove off in the car and parked by a footpath away from the town. But when Charles took the backpack from the trunk and held her hand, Lyanna understood.

“Don’t tell me we are going to hike to La Tête de Chien.” She complained, making him laugh at the déjà vu feeling he got.

“Yes, this is exactly what we are going to do. But this time, I’m not letting go of your hand because I know that you are resourceful enough to run away.”

And he didn’t let go. And just like the first time, she complained all the way. Half-way to the top, Charles couldn’t handle her protests anymore and decided to carry her on his back. It was hot and the sun was bright in the sky but he didn’t care, she finally was quiet and seemed content with her position.

“How is it up there?” he asked as he could feel her hair tickling his neck.

“Perfect. It’s comfy and the view is amazing.”

“Beware that I’m not dropping you.” He teased her, repositioning his hands below her knees.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Do you want to test out that theory?”

As he was talking, he abruptly lowered his arms making Lyanna squealed and gripping his neck a little too hard.

“Don’t worry, love, I’m never going to let you fall. But if you could stop strangling me, that would be nice. I need to breath to be able to carry us to the top.”

They finally made it in one piece and just like the first time, Lyanna was blown away by the view. They settled on the ground as Charles was handing her a bottle of water and an apple.

“Even a year later, it’s still the most beautiful view of Monaco.” She admitted while taking pictures.

“I agree.” Said Charles not really looking at the landscapes, something Lyanna caught.

“You’re cliché.”

“You’re my most beautiful view, Lya. In the morning when I wake up, when I’m on the podium, when we’re cooking dinner, when we’re watching the tv and you fall asleep on my shoulder or late at night when I’m about to go to bed. I love watching you.”

“Stop, you’re making me blush.”

“I love to do that.”

“You’re exceptionally romantic today.”

“I know, I just have a hard time realizing it’s already been a year and, in a few weeks, it will be officially our first anniversary. Time went by. And so fast.”

“I understand exactly what you mean. If someone would have told me how much I was about to change a year ago, I would have laughed at them. Life works in the strangest and most unexpected ways.”

They stayed up there for a while before finally deciding to move. As nice as the view was, tourists were beginning to arrive and their peace and quiet was disturbed. They spend the rest of the day walking around the Monegasque streets, until the ended up in the late afternoon at Le Jardin Exotique.

“Last time we were both there it was late at night.” Whispered Lyanna.

“And you were acting weirdly cute. I remember thinking that you were someone I needed to get to know better. I wanted to be your friend so badly back then. Knowing what I know now, I think I was already attracted to you.”

“Oh, you had a crush on me, Leclerc?” she teased him, poking his side.

“I think so, yes. Even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself.”

“You know? I think I was already crushing on you as well at the time but I was a scared and unconfident girl. I would have preferred to die rather than admitting it.”

“Everyone could see that we were destined to be together but us. We were both too stubborn to see it when it was right in front of us the whole time.”

He looked at her straight in the eyes and lowered his head to capture he lips with his.

“There is one last place I want to take you before we go out on my boat to eat.”

The last place he took her was the graveyard and Lyanna knew exactly what he had in mind. They walked on the alleys, in silence, until they reached a grave, a little on the side of the others, under a tree. Charles stepped forward and knelt down, sweeping up the leaves with one hand.

“Hey dad, it’s me. It’s been a while, I know. I could’ve come sooner but… it’s still hard you know? Even after all this time. I didn’t come alone, though. I have a very special someone that I would like you to meet.”

He grabbed Lyanna’s hand and pulled her to him before squeezing it slightly. The young woman walked up to the grave, beside Charles.

“Hi, hello… oh my God this is so awkward. I’m Lyanna, your son’s girlfriend. Charles, it feels so weird… I… I just wanted to say that you raised an amazing man. Sure, he can be stubborn sometimes and a real pain in the ass but he is also loyal, caring, strong, honest, funny, and patient. He is my safe place and my home. I’ve never thought that i would be able to love again, or to know what love feels like but your son… he shows me what it’s like. Everyday. I’ve not been the perfect girlfriend or even friend to him in the past but he never failed me. And God knows I failed him more than once and he could have given up on me. But he never did. Not once. Instead he built me up when I was falling down to my knees on the ground. And I’ll be forever grateful to him for that. So I guess, what I’m trying to say is thank you. For raising him like you did, for bringing him to me. I would have loved to meet you and I hope that from wherever you are, you can see how amazing he is.”

Charles let involuntarily a tear escaped. He kissed her temple, whispering with a voice laced with emotion.

“He would have loved you; he would have said that you were perfect for me and that I should marry you someday. And I would have looked at him with a smile and said yes.”

This time, it was Lyanna’s turn to get emotional. The talks about their future were limited. Not because either of them were scared or uncomfortable to talk about it, but just because they wanted to enjoy the moment. But when Charles mentioned by simple sentences their future together, it never failed to make her tear up. It was never big talks, just little things that made her confident about the future. They would stay together. It was happening. That was it. No need to say more or to have grand gestures. They were two souls, designed by fate, that had managed to find their ways together. And it was all.

As promised, Charles brought her on the boat for a picnic. They were on their own, on the water, far from the land but not far enough for it to disappear completely from their sights. As they were drinking a glass of rosé, Charles looked at her weirdly and gulped.

“I want to ask you something. You can say no, I won’t take it the wrong way, I promise you.”

“Are you okay? I’ve never seen your face look this red.”

“It’s nothing, it’s just… well… Move in with me. For real, I mean. You have already the keys of the flat, you spend more time in it than in Nice, and this flat is on paper yours as well. We basically already live together but I just want to make it official, with your name alongside mine on the mailbox and all your stuff in my drawers. I want to take the next step in our relationship. Do you want that too?”

Lyanna didn’t know what to say anymore, he left her speechless. She took his hand in hers and tugged at it slightly trying to make him look at her.

“Charles…hey. I know I said that I needed my own independence and all, but it has been on my mind for while if I’m being honest.”

“So it’s a yes?”

“I need to take care of the paperwork first but it’s a yes.” She assured him.

He stood up and took her in his arms, twirling her around, making her laugh before putting her back down and kissing her passionately.

“So, we are really doing this? We really are going to live together for real?” he asked her, a part of him not believing it totally.

“We are. I’m going to bring all my stuff to your flat and I have so much that you won’t recognize the place you are currently living in.”

“Make it yours, Lya. I’m so happy.” He giggled.

This time, Charles did not help her moving out her things considering how things went wrong the last time. Instead, Lya asked a professional moving company to help her. She was not taking everything. Most of her furniture had been sold or donated to charities as she didn’t need them. Meanwhile, Charles had spent the entire day reorganizing his closet, his bathroom, and the kitchen cabinets to make some space for Lya. He was excited. It felt official. It felt right. It felt like a new chapter in their life, one he was ready to take on.

A few days after the big move, as they were settling on the couch, Lyanna’s head on Charles’ lap as he was playing with her hair while watching the TV, images of their future together started to flow in his mind.

“I want a big house on the hills of Monaco.” He said out of nowhere, making Lyanna drop the book she was reading and look at him.

“We just finally moved in together and you already want to move out?”

“I’m not saying right now. The flat is perfect for both of us, we don’t need more space. I was talking about a few years from now.”

She straightened up and sat down, her arm behind the back of the sofa and her body turned towards Charles.

“I would love a big garden to go with the house. But somewhere peaceful, you know. So we are not bothered.”

“And the house would be an open floor, with a big living room to welcome our friends and family and so you can all gather to watch my races if you can’t come. I would put the piano at the center so we can play whenever we feel like it and it would resonate everywhere in the house. And a big kitchen so we can cook together without bumping into each other every two minutes because we lack space. And a big dining room so for Christmas we can have a big table to fit both of our families.”

“I’d say at least four bedrooms would be ideal. One for your simulator, an office for me, our room and a guest room.”

“I want our room to face the garden, or maybe we could have our own private balcony? What do you think.”

“I would love that. And I want a pool! Imagine all the parties we could organize if we had a big garden!”

“And we could have so much space for the kids, as well.”

“That would be important indeed. So they can run around and play outside. We would’ve to protect the pool then, we wouldn’t want them to get hurt.”

“Security first. What do you think about a dog? A Golden Retriever or a Colley? They love kids.”

“Going for the whole cliché of the family with the white picket fence, I see.”

“I’m a family guy, Lya.”

“I know… How many kids do you want?” she asked a little shy.

“At least two, maybe three. But only if you want, I’m fine with two. I would love to have two girls. You three would be my princesses. I would spoil them rotten. But I don’t care.”

“And what if we have two boys, then?”

“I would cherish them and teach them how to become great men. And I would love them to go karting. Even if we have girls, actually. I would love to have at least a kid with who I can share my love for racing.”

“What if they tell you they want to be in F1?”

“I’ll encourage them, I’ll help them but they will have to work hard. It’s not going to be offered to them, I want them to get there because they proved that they had what it takes, not because they would be my kid. And what if one of them would tell you that they want to become an actor?”

“Same as you. But I’ll look over every single contract they could get because I know what type of shit is written in some of them. But before, I would encourage them to have a degree, and to study. I didn’t and I regret it.”

“It’s not too late for you if you to go back to your studies, you know. I would support you.”

“Maybe one day when I’ll stop acting. For now, it’s not in my book.”

They looked at each other, smiling and happy to see that they wanted the same things in life.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Lya.” He confessed.

The few weeks of summer break went by quickly and then it was time for Charles to go back on the tracks. Zandvoort did not go as well as Charles would have hoped, only ended up P6 after a mistake from his end. He wouldn’t have been this disappointed and angry if Max had not won his national Grand Prix, allowing him to get closer to Charles in the drivers’ championship. But then, it was Monza and he was pretty excited. There was always something special about it since it was Ferrari home Grand Prix and where Lya and him became an official couple a year ago.

It’s Lyanna who woke up Charles, the Friday before FP1 by leaving little kisses on his chest before disappearing under the duvet making him groan.

“Happy one year anniversary, baby.” She said as she went up to kiss his lips.

“Happy one year, love.” He wished her, flipping her over and starting to kiss her collarbone. “It’s early, I don’t have to leave before a while.”

“I know, I just thought that it would give us more time to celebrate before you go.”

“I promise I won’t be wasting those precious minutes.”

“I hoped you would say that.”

The Friday evening, Charles took her out in a fancy restaurant to celebrate. As they were waiting for the dessert, he took out of the bag he had carried out with him ever since they stepped out of the hotel, a rectangular form carefully wrapped and gave it to Lya. It was a photo album with pictures of them taken at different moments throughout the year they had spent together. From when they were still just friends to the last hike to La Tête de Chien they had done during the break. Beside every pictures were found little love words to remind her how loved she was.

“So you have a part of me even when I’m not there.” He had explained to her.

“I have that for you, as well.” She told him while giving him a little box.

Charles opened it and recognized immediately the horsey bracelet he wore all the time unless during races as it was often Lyanna that kept it. She had made some alliterations to it, adding the Monegasque flag and a movie clap on it beside each sides of the horse.

“I added them when you were not looking. And I thought that this bracelet could be like a tradition of ours? Like, whenever something big or important happens in our lives we can add a signification on the bracelet. I don’t know, maybe it’s stupid.”

“It’s perfect. I already loved it before but I love it even more now.”

The rest of the weekend could not have gone any better as Charles, just like the year before, won in Monza and this time when he walked on the podium, his eyes looked straight at Lyanna. He pointed at her and then at the trophy and then to her, like he wanted to tell her that this win was for her. She was so proud and happy for him. Fred who was right beside her, couldn’t help but throw one arm around her from happiness.

“He will be world championship Lyanna; I can assure you. He is going to do it.”

“I hope. I don’t want to jinx it.”

As they were coming back towards the hospitality to wait for Charles, Fred pulled her aside.

“Lyanna, I wanted to ask you something a little bit personal.”

“Yeah sure, go ahead.”

“I don’t know if she told you, but I started seeing your mom since your birthday.”

Lyanna almost spat out the water she was drinking.

“Seeing, as in dating?”

“She is not comfortable with that, considering that you date Charles and I’m well… basically his boss. I understand her, but she is a wonderful woman and I really like your mom.”

“Are you asking for… my permission?”

“I think that if she knew her daughter would be okay with it, it would help.”

“I like you Fred, I’ve no doubt that you are someone that could treat her right but… it feels weird. But… I can’t tell you no. It would be unfair. I guess, as long as you guys don’t act all lovey-dovey around me it would be fine. Does that make you my stepdad, then?”

“We’re not there yet.”

“Thank you. For letting me know and for taking care of my mom.”

When Lyanna told everything to Charles, he was not that surprised.

“I didn’t know but it’s been a while since I’ve seen Fred looking this happy. I thought that it was because of my performance but I guess I was wrong. Or at least, it’s not only because of me.”

“Isn’t it weird to you?”

“No. Fred is a good guy, don’t worry about your mom, she is in good hands.”

The next two races were not great for Charles with Max winning them and him ended up to positions he was not used anymore. The one month break between Singapore and Austin was welcomed. With Charles, they had planned a getaway of two weeks in Greece, just the two of them, away from distractions and people. They had rented a little house with a private beach.

They spent their days or in the beach and in the water, or in bed, leaving the house only when it was needed. But they didn’t care, they needed this time off away from everything before both of their schedules were starting to get busy again. With the last part of the season for Charles and the start of the Ferrari promo for Lyanna. She knew that she would not be able to come for the last races of the season beside Abu Dhabi, obviously, where she would be. No chance she was missing it.

“I’m going to miss you.” She said as they were laying in bed, Charles drawing patterns on her naked skin as she was listening to his heart beating.

“It’s just a few weeks and then I’m back home hopefully with a world championship title.”

And Lyanna believed him.

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daniel-profeta · 1 year

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top 10 songs of all time?

Changes everyday, but in no particular order some of my more consistent favorites are:

The front bottoms - Twin Sized Mattress

Car Seat headrest - Kimochi Warui *so many options here, but to pick one from this band...*

Tool - Lateralus

The Mountain Goats - Best Ever Death Metal Band Out of Denton

Phoebe Bridgers - I Know the End

Elliott Smith - King's Crossing

AJJ - People II The Reckoning

At this point I started to think harder about the songs that have meant the most to me throughout my life and as I've gotten older. For example, I like a lot of Bright Eyes songs more than First day, but that song has had way more impact on me. I play it all the time, the lyrics are permanently imprinted in my mind, and to me it's one of the most beautiful and vulnerable love songs ever written. With that in mind more and more "important" songs started coming to mind.

8. Alex G - Forever 9. Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life 10. Johnny Hobo - New Mexico Song

Now I have ten, that was easy.

Except...

I remembered that one Demarco song that makes me cry everytime I hear it. Got to include that. How many times have I listened to the Glow pt 2 during the summer? How could I leave off something from Porcupine Tree, the band that I once considered my favorite band of all time? So I kept going, through names and bands that I collect like emotional trophies, not wanting to leave anything out. They all mean so much, it's honestly pathetic. I used to hyperfixate on things like Zelda and Star Wars, then I found this shit and my brain chemistry has been altered ever since.

11. Mac Demarco - Moonlight on the River 12. Mitski - Texas Reznikoff 13. The Microphones - I Want the Wind to Blow 14. Pigeon Pit - Nights like These 15. Radiohead - Exit Music 16. The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor

Funny how quickly a song can feel like home. That Crane Wives song technically shouldn't even be here, I only heard it for the first time a few weeks ago. Yet maybe listening to it 30 times since qualifies it for consideration. Phoebe Bridgers has a lyric in one of her songs about wishing she had written something instead of the original artist, but she can't cause they said it first. So instead she'll learn their song and sing until the feverish inspired feeling fades away in a voyeuristic catharsis.

I think about that line constantly. Also quickly want to mention here that I'm more of an album guy. I try to listen to full records to try an experience the full piece of art the creator made. So while no song off The Downward Spiral is on my list of favorite songs, that was and is one of the most impactful albums to me as a teenager.

17. Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere but not Here 18. XTC - Dear God 19. Wilco _ I am trying to break your heart 20. NIN - Burn 21. Lucy Dacus - Night Shift 22. Haley Heynderickx - Oom Sha La La 23. Swans - New Mind

Swans was hard, because there were a few songs that meant a lot to me. But ultimately there wasn't one more visceral or frankly more evil sounding than New Mind. Love the themes, love the singing style, love the backing yells, love the industrial outro, love the faint organ, love everything about that damn song.

The list kept getting longer, and for each song I was writing a paragraph to explain my choice lol. After the first like 15 I decided to stop doing that for the sake of your eyes and for risk of sounding redundant. But a major thing I love about some of these songs are how inspirational they are. Twin Sized Mattress, Denton Metal Band, Story of an Artist, they all paint a picture of the type of person I want to be. The type of art I will always support. The thing I hope to one day inspire in other people.

When you punish a person for dreaming their dream don't expect them to thank or forgive you. The best ever death metal band out of Denton, will in time both outpace and outlive you.

Those words could honestly save someone's life, it's crazy.

24. A Perfect Circle - Three Libras 25. Deftones - Rosemary 26. Frank Ocean - Ivy 27. November Suite - The Tower 28. Daniel Johnston - Story of an Artist 29. Sloppy Jane - Jesus and Your Living Room Floor 30. Big Thief - Not 31. Tyler the Creator - Boredom 32. Duster - The Landing 33. The Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning 34. The Voidz - Human Sadness 35 - 108. System of a Down - (every song) 109. Death Grips - Beware

Okay, threw these and now dozens more names are crowding my brain, and this incredibly pretentious post must come to an end. Long story short, I only have one song left to share, but each of these song has a very personal connection to me. Certain ones (like that tool song) actually changed the way I look at the world and helped me through dark periods of my life.

Many of them inspire me, some of them are just beautiful in a broken and real sorta way, and all of them feel human. The art represents something bigger than itself and the ambition knows no bounds. These songs changed my world for the better, and if you read this you are now obligated to listen to all of them.

I could ramble about music till the end of time:)

finally 110. 100 Gecs - Money Machine

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auniverseline · 7 months

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Original Story: Between Us by hanmi-xo

Pairing: C.SC x Astrid Roscent (OC)

Scenario: Seungcheol’s girlfriend encounters her ex-boyfriend Jeonghan during their date.

warnings: slight angst, seungcheol tries to comfort oc, mentions of abuse in past relationship (emotional, neglect, physical- only twice), oc has anxiety & trauma, mention of infidelity in past relationship, mentions of love bombing s/o, pet names (love, princess), mentions of gaslight & manipulation

a/n: this is one of the scenarios i had in mind with this couple, tho it consists past history of the two. feedback is very much appreciated! <3

This is a work of fiction! Pls separate this from irl Jeonghan. We all know how respectful he is, so pls NO HATE towards any SVT members!

Seungcheol is pissed. Towards their short encounter with his ex-best friend, who was also his girlfriend's ex-boyfriend. "Don't delight yourself. That's never going to happen," Seungcheol grits his teeth, holding Astrid's hand tighter in his grasp as they walk past a smirking Jeonghan.

Seungcheol knew what Jeonghan was implying. He knew the games he played. What he’s capable of- and Jeonghan wanted to ruin them both, keeping them on edge- to anger them.

Joshua, Jeonghan's model best friend, showed him on social media how the both of you officially became a couple- four years after Jeonghan dumped Astrid on the street, literally. Jeonghan knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, considering how he knew how Seungcheol felt all those years together as friends. As soon as he told his 'trustworthy best friend' about the girl he had feelings for, Jeonghan stole Astrid from Seugcheol. He kept a facade to entertain Astrid during their relationship, only wanting to keep Astrid for 'appearance purposes', treating her as a trophy to show off. Jeonghan never truly loved her as a person. Until Jeonghan received an offer abroad for his modeling career- ending the relationship quickly.

“Don’t worry, love,” Seungcheol glanced down at Astrid, slowing down his pace once they were at a good distance away from Jeonghan. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything at all. He won’t go anywhere near you.” He rubs her hand with his thumb still holding onto her, soothing her from the anxiety building up inside.

Tears began to form in her eyes, threatening to fall as she gave her boyfriend a small smile. “I know..” She knew deep down, Jeonghan still had an effect on her.

***

Back then, Astrid thought she was the happiest and luckiest girl alive to be with Jeonghan. But that happiness didn’t last long behind closed doors.

Everything went well into the relationship for the first couple months- or so she thought, realizing that Jeonghan wasn’t exactly the person she knew.

From an outside person’s point of view, they looked like the perfect it couple but from Astrid’s viewpoint it was far from that.

In any way possible, Jeonghan would gaslight her self-esteem, manipulate her from social interactions especially from her finances. There was never a day when he’d compliment her. Even if he did, that only occurred as an act to the public within their peers. Often times by the end of the day, Jeonghan would surprise Astrid with expensive gifts and shower her with affection, such as cuddling and kissing. And Astrid thought that was normal in the relationship despite all the emotional abuse he gave her. She didn’t know any better than be a supportive and loving girlfriend. She was too kindhearted. She thought ‘If I obey his wishes, then he will treat me better. I’ll be a good girlfriend.’ There were countless nights where she’d barely get any sleep at all and if she was lucky enough- she would cry herself to sleep.

She gave everything to Jeonghan, her first love.

The last few months into their relationship, witnesses from their peers had spoken up about Jeonghan’s infidelity. There were times where Astrid witnessed Jeonghan flirting openly with other ladies from their school. She’d confront him about it, question him about his actions and Jeonghan would reply with “Why are you concerned about what I’m doing? I’m just talking to them. We’re just friends.” With every confrontation, Jeonghan would deflect the argument by degrading her.

“God, you’re acting just like my crazy ex- Can we not talk about it?”

“Why haven’t you been working out? Don’t you know you’re getting bigger? You should be more like her-“

“What will you do without me? No one will look your way if you’re like that.”

Within the last month into their relationship, it grew worse. He would constantly be out with girls at night while she cried herself to sleep, fully aware of his actions. Jeonghan continued to discourage her and began to physically abuse her. Astrid was tired; mentally, physically and emotionally drained. She lost hope into their relationship, questioning if she should leave but she hesitated. More than anything she was scared, alone and believed every lie Jeonghan spouted. His abuse stopped after two occurrences, which lead to their separation and Seungcheol saved her by the dead end of the night.

That same night Jeonghan left Astrid on the street, she was contemplating who to contact considering her phone was low on battery. She quickly contacted the first person who appeared up on her screen and sent her current location. Within seconds before her phone died, the said person replied, ‘Wait for me. I’ll go to you.’

She didn’t doubt Seungcheol for a second. He drove to her location and found her sitting on the benches, her face stained with tear marks, swollen eyes and red nose. He quickly got out of his car and ran to her, engulfing her into a hug. He caressed her hair as she couldn’t hide her emotions from him, breaking into a sobbing mess as she held onto him tightly, “It’s okay. Shh, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

***

The trauma was still there but she was slowly healing with the help of Seungcheol by her side. He was patient with Astrid. He gave her every reassurance when she was at her lowest. Respected her space when she needed it. He would pamper her with affection, shower her with words of encouragement to get through the day. Seungcheol gave her love and security. She felt safe in his arms. The epitome of ‘if comfort was a person.’

Seungcheol's heart sank witnessing his partner break into tears. He faced her, cupping her face into his hands, and lightly squished her cheeks, "Trust me. I'm right here- always, Ash." He lowered his head to kiss her on the forehead. He would do anything for his partner to smile, preventing her from harm and never wanting to see Astrid cry.

Astrid smiles at his kiss. She rests her head on his chest and wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him close to a hug. In return Seungcheol wraps his arms around her, his chin resting on top of her head, gently playing with the ends of her hair whilst rubbing her back. They stayed in that position until Astrid calmed down from her anxiety.

With a deep breath, Astrid blinked away her tears and looks up at Seungcheol, “I’m good now, Cheol.”

He looks down with his brows knitted together, concern in his eyes, “Are you sure? Do you still want to continue on with our date? We can go back to my place and I can order us take out instead.”

As much as Seungcheol loved going on dates with Astrid during their free availability, her well-being mattered more than anything.

“Are you sure? You already made reservations at the restaurant though. It’d be a waste to not go,” Astrid pouted, unlocking herself from the hug.

“I want you to feel comfortable despite anything. We can always reschedule it,” he nods, pulling out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans with one hand and the other interlocking with hers as he plants a kiss onto her knuckles, “So, what do you say? It’s your call, Princess.”

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