#verbally abusing me it really is funny how she wants to be a mother even though when I tried to confront her about how controlling she is

[outlawssweetheart]

Spare the Erron Black headcanons. 🫴

THANK YOU! 🤗

Warning, this is dark from the get-go because Erron's family are scum and he is not a happy man. (TW for: Mentions of child abuse, implied CSA, alcoholism, and suicidal ideology.)

My headcanons are thought of with MK11 retconned Erron in mind; however, it isn't really relevant outside of his hometown (which didn't exist until the 1920s). So really, you can think of this with either backstory you'd like.

His birth name is not Erron Black; he changed his name when he grew up and left Wickett. He wanted to reinvent himself.

Erron's father left either when he was a baby or before he was born. (Though, really, I'm kind of stumped because he said he didn't know his father, then found and killed him, and implied that his father is/was worse than Rain's father. Like... how? For leaving him with his mother? Or maybe it was just Erron's narcissism causing him to feel like his problem is always worse than anyone else's?? Idk, and I doubt the MK11 writers do either! 🙃)

Erron has an older sister, his only good family member. She's 3-5 years older than him.

The rest of his family were awful. His mom was physically and verbally abusive, the other adults were pretty much the same, and his cousins picked on him for being the "scrawny" one.

His uncle was the worst kind of abusive. "Funny ain't the word for it" with the utmost disdain in his voice, my mind naturally goes to the worst scenario. Some redneck stabbed and killed the guy in a bar fight when Erron was a teenager, and he has been bitter since then that he was robbed of getting to kill his uncle himself.

His sister feels guilt for not protecting him from their mother or uncle, even though they were both just children. She didn't even know the SA was happening until he told her when they were older. (This is more of a headcanon for her, but it's in my mind, so I must mention it.)

He left home and changed his name in his late teens.

Erron is a bit of an alcoholic. No surprise, considering his life.

Subconsciously, Erron wants to die, but he thinks he wants to live. That's why he's so reckless, other than his thrill-seeking.

Erron has a weird relationship with morality. Part of him has very loose morals, part of him is an actual sadist, and part of him has a strange sense of moral superiority. (He freed Cassie and Jacqui from the BD for reasons unknown, he says Sindel seems "a little too proud" when bragging that she murdered Jerrod.)

He hates caring about others. And if he begins to care, he pushes them away. Examples are: Cheating on Nitara with Skaret, and dumping Skarlet "because he got bored." (Only partly true, as Erron does get bored easily.)

He's a smoker, but he's addicted to them.

Okay, that's all I got that aren't Skarron headcanons. (I think.) I hope you enjoy this, and apologize for the long wait! 🫶🏽

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#I'll try to get to the post about their my OC Skarron babies soon! #I gave to get my info together. #erron black #mortal kombat #mkx #mk11 #mk headcanons #txt #tw: child abuse #tw: csa mention #tw: alcoholism #tw: sui ideation

[consul-valerius]

Hold My Hand & Tell Me I Did Good (2/2)

“A necessary procedure to receive—and what a procedure it will be! You are so, so lucky. I’ll keep you awake so that you may enjoy it thoroughly—I know I will! Isn’t that exciting, Damien?”

Rating: T+

W/C: 2253

Characters present: Previous characters plus Valdemar & mentions of Marisol, Vulgora, and Vlastomil

Content warnings: references to abuse/childhood kidnapping; negative self-talk; manipulation & verbal abuse; alcohol mention/forced consumption; implied vivisection because Valdemar.; Damien is Not Having a Good Time & Valdemar is Not Nice

A/N: and then things got very real :') obviously a much heavier chapter so heed chapter warnings

Imee and I are seated in front of one another. Mama, Papa, and Nadia are sitting off to the side, away so that I can’t see them but I know that they’re there. Imee first guides me through a fairly standard meditation; it is not very different than the silly ones Asra would make me do. Between her words, though, I can feel chilly tendrils of magic at my temples. They’re just small wisps, more like a cooling breeze than some heavy spell. But the effect is almost immediate as she begins to count down from ten, each step dropping me lower and lower into the darkness behind my eyelids. I no longer feel the chair beneath me or the soft skin of Imee’s hands. 

Before I know it, I am no longer in the palace at all. My parents are gone. Nadia is gone. I can only make out Tita Imee’s voice. 

“Now, tell me, where are you? What do you see?”

“I… I’m back… there, in the cellar. It’s… humid and sticky. And dark. Very dark. Why aren’t more candles lit? I can barely see anything…”

“Are you alone, Damien?”

“Yes—No. They’re here with me. They’re always here, even when… Even when… stars, why is it so dark?”

“Damien, can you hear me? Who is with you?”

“You know I don’t like the dark.”

“Damien, sweet boy, let me guide you—”

“Have I done something wrong? I thought… the day was going so well. I thought that we… you said we’d do something nice for today.”

My arms feel heavy and sluggish, the exact opposite of how my brain feels. I feel like I’m on fire, my chest tight, and my heart racing too fast. Valdemar only smiles at me, calm and serene. Everything I am not. How I want to be them, want to be theirs, and yet I am not. Yet I am my father’s son. 

Yet I am so scared.

“Relax, little duckling.” 

How many times have they told me this? How many times have I disobeyed them?

“I’m really sorry, whatever I did—I know you hate apologies like this, and I’m sorry about that too, but I—”

“This is no punishment.”

“Then please… more candles, please.”

“Not yet. I will light more while I am working.”

“Working?”

“Are you not excited about your birthday present, Damien? It is quite special. A real treat.”

I stare ahead into the dark corners of the room, trying and failing not to see the twisted shapes that flicker with the few candles lit. The cellar always terrifies me; this is Valdemar’s domain, their private quarters. I only am granted entry when I have something to do, a test to complete to gauge my “progress.”

This does not feel like a test, though. This is a different fear, a different dread. 

“Where is abuela?” 

“Are you not sick of her and her mother henning?” Valdemar sounds hurt as they clasp a bony hand on my shoulder. I want to punch myself for making them upset. “You have spent all day with her. Am I not enough anymore, Damien?” They prefer when I punch myself in my stomach—they think it makes a funny sound. 

I have to stop myself from gasping as they are suddenly in front of me. Their wide eyes are nearly bulging, the corners of their mouth sagging, like a mask being melted off. They have twisted their face into something that they think is sad, and it nearly makes me weep. Not because it is sad, but because it is scary, and they know it’s scary, and they’re doing it to scare me.

“O-Of course you are, Master, I just—”

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

“Of course I do! Master, you are my everything—the light in the dark, the reason within the madness. I just—”

“Then follow me, duckling, and hush your whining.”

Their tone is once again their usual, shrill annoyance. They pull me along with them, their wide smile returning too. They try situating me on some sort of table; I fumble to shimmy up on it. Abuela says that I am getting fatter every day, that I’m cursed with my mama’s childbearing hips and there’s nothing I can do about it. She says they get that from her abuela, but she always remained skinny like a board. I don’t know what any of that really means. I cannot tell if she resents me for my body or if she is just disgusted by it. She says I remind her of my mama, who reminds her of her sister, but I don’t see any of that. I just see mounds of flesh and stretch marks that weren’t there before.  

Vulgora says to be hefty is to have a good defense. Vlastomil tells me the chubbiest grubs are the happiest. I say that it makes sitting up on top of tables more difficult, and I think Valdemar agrees. 

After some effort, I am sitting and looking around again. Valdemar normally demands eye contact, but for now, they allow me to do this. In the low light, I can see that there is a desk with a variety of books and tools on the side of them. I cannot make out the tombs, the writing is too small, and the diagrams gibberish to me. It is not the typical anatomy books that they normally show me, though; for once, I can tell it is arcane in nature. 

“Is this… a test?”

At this, they laugh. I don’t understand why they always laugh at me, even if I haven’t said anything funny.

“Oh no. No, no, no, silly duckling.”

Am I really such a fool that you must always laugh at me?

“Think of this as a reward for passing so many of your tests, actually.”

I am at first ecstatic to hear this, smiling without thinking. It hurts my cheeks to do this, but the praise dulls that ache.

“A stepping stone to your final accomplishment.”

But then I remember that you aren’t my mother nor my father nor my abuela nor Vulgora nor Vlastomil.

“A necessary procedure to receive—and what a procedure it will be! You are so, so lucky. I’ll keep you awake so that you may enjoy it thoroughly—I know I will! Isn’t that exciting, Damien?”

I am no longer smiling. I think I may puke, actually, or faint. Or perhaps just die right here and now. 

“What… What kind of procedure? Where is abuela? Does she know?”

They would like that—if I died here in front of them. I think I would too; I know they would take such good care of my body. 

“There you go crying for mommy again.” They are angry again, this time not even bothering to pretend to be hurt. 

They would treat me so nicely if I died right now. That is the only way they will ever treat me so nicely. 

“I’m not… I’m not a baby! I just—”

“That’s the one test you will never pass—but we can still do this. Despite that weakness, you are still more than ready for this.”

Doctors always scared me as a child. Even Uncle Julian scared me when he gave me checkups. Mama and Papa always held my hands, both of them, while he would examine my eyes, or my temperature, or the spots growing on my hands and feet. 

“This is a gift, Damien. One that no mere human can typically ever experience. Do not spoil it by being such a brat. Be grateful I am even giving it to you.”

I am alone now. Alone and yet not alone. Never alone. My hands are cold and they are empty and I just want my mama and papa to hold them.

“You are stronger than any mere human. And I will take care of you every step of the way. Doesn’t that sound so nice?”

I stopped holding my papa’s hand right before I left. I think he hated how my hands felt, even with the gloves on. So I stopped holding them, stopped letting him touch them.

“Do you trust me, Damien?”

Valdemar does not hold my hand either. Instead, they hold my arms, keeping me in place, forcing me to look into their unblinking eyes. Their hands are so cold.

“I trust you, Master.”

They will not hold my hand while my heart is beating.

“Do you love me, Damien?”

Do you love me?

“Yes.”

“Drink this, then.”

A cup is slipped between my trembling hands. Already, I can smell it’s some sort of strong alcohol. Stronger than the usual wine they make me drink before our tests. I hesitate at first, the smell nauseating, but the small quirk of Valdemar’s thin eyebrow has me gulping the glass down quickly. It burns my throat and makes my eyes water even more. I am retching as soon as I gulp the last drop, coughing into my hands as the world spins around me. I feel a heat rush to the top of my head before settling in my gut, heavy. 

“Come now, child of the palace lush!” Valdemar is laughing at me again; they are already refilling the glass. I am trying so hard not to puke on the floor again. They were so mad at me the last time. “You must get better at this. You’ll put your poor father to shame.”

I want to go home.

“Now lie down, little duckling.”

I want to go home and hold my father’s hand.

“What’s going on, Master?” I am finally crying, unable to stop myself anymore. I am frantic and slurring my words. I hate how it sounds. They always laugh at my lisp. “I’m so scared, please, I don’t—”

“Damien.”

They are forcing me to drink again; this time I have a harder time swallowing. They're still smiling, still trying to soothe me in that strange way.

“—I didn’t mean to upset you—”

A gift. This is a gift that no one else can have. Be grateful.

“Damien, you need to wake up sweetie. This isn’t real, Damien, you must wake up.”

A gate from this world to the next; one that will follow you wherever you go, wherever I may need it. 

“Damien? Damien, wake up!”

I just need to make a few, tiny, intricate cuts to do it. Then you will be useful to me. Just lie back now, close your eyes if you need to, and let your master work. Yes? 

“Damien, please, this is not real, you are not there—!”

Yes. Let us begin, duckling. You can hold my hand if it gets too painful. You can even watch if you get bored keeping your eyes closed! Won't that be fun?

“Damien! The session is done!”

Happy birthday, Damien. 

“Damien, darling, enough!”

And then suddenly I am holding my father’s trembling hands. He is all I see at first, his face red and wet. He’s crying. He’s shaking me. I realize that I am screaming so I stop. I don’t want to hurt his ears. Everyone is crying or about to cry. This is normally how people are whenever I am in the room now.  Mama is by my other side, too, brushing my hair from my face. I'm so sweaty, my heart still pounding.

Tita Imee is in front of me, paler and older-looking. She looks like she may faint, and a servant across the room moves to assist her. Good. I would feel so bad if she up and died because Nadia put her up to this. Old Man Sam would blame me though—nothing is Nadia’s fault. 

In fact, Nadia’s wide eyes are glued to me, her mouth slightly ajar. She isn’t crying, but she looks like she might, those red eyes switching from my weeping mother to my weeping father. The first thing I feel is a sick satisfaction that I have upset her in some sort of way, that her plan failed. And now she has made my parents cry. My parents, who thought they had lost their son, are crying because she bullied us into doing this stupid test.

She is a failure.

And then I am sobbing, gasping and crying out and flinging myself into Papa’s arms. He embraces me immediately, his hands in my hair, holding my face close to his chest. Everything is so blurred after that as he fumbles to run us out of the room. 

“We are done!” I hear him snap at Nadia. I want to be happy, but I can’t right now. But I am proud—I have never been more proud of him. “We are finished with your ceaseless interrogations! My son has nothing to hide, damn you! Nothing!”

And then we are out of the room, stepping hurriedly side by side. Papa is covering my face with his scarf; he knows I hate how the servants stare. It feels like every day I am being paraded into the palace, only to be rushed out by one of my parents. I know that Mama is still in the room, most likely arguing with Nadia. I wonder if she is fighting back this time. Or is she sitting there with her jaw glued shut now? 

The last time. This will be the last time. I know it; father never shouts at Nadia. No one does. But things are different, have been different, and they are even more different now that I am home. 

Hidden behind Papa’s scarf, I smile despite my crying. My tears slip past the gap in my teeth. I smile because I did it. Because there will be no more questions. No more prodding. I won’t have to lie as much. I won’t have to keep this mask up so much. I will have peace, even just a little.

I beat Nadia. I beat her at her own, stupid game. I am smarter than her, smarter than my parents, smarter than any stupid little magician they put in front of me. 

I am victorious.  

Master, are you proud of me? Did you see me? Did you see how good I did?

Well? Did you?

#bottom writes #problem child damien #fan apprentice donna #consul valerius #quaestor valdemar #speaking roles get tags lol #damien is having. a TIME!!! LMFAO #also very pleased with valerius in this part despite only having one line lmao

[in-my-feels-probably]

hello & congratulations on 1,000 followers!❤️ could i please request a romantic ship (option two) for bridgerton? and i don’t want eloise or any of the parents lol. my name is noelle & i’m a bisexual cis female (she/her pronouns). my fav romance tropes are arranged marriage & forbidden romance, and (i think) my love language is acts of service. i’m also an entp & gryffindor! i LOVE to travel & i value experiences over possessions. my family is very important to me and i also really want to have children in the future but not necessarily get married. i’m a people person but i enjoy having some quiet time to myself. i like think i’m pretty nice, but do not cross me 👀 also, my dream job is either a comedian, working in film or something to do with traveling <3 i’m also considered “the funny one” & the ‘wild child.’ i like to go out and party a lot with friends. i also struggle/have struggled with anxiety, depression, substance abuse & eating disorders. i love to read books and write (mostly scripts & poetry.) i love my job as a barista and i also enjoy going on spontaneous adventures! i love camping, swimming and anything to do with nature. i have a navel piercing, a sagittarius (my zodiac sign!) arrow tattoo below my neck and a fig tattoo on the back of my arm. my style is very 70s mixed with early 2000s. i thrift basically everything i own. i’m 5’3 & have dark blonde hair with blue eyes, i’m pretty chubby but i have a great ass lol. thank you so so much!! :)

hi!

thank you for participating :)

since you don’t have a gender preference, i’ll tell you who i ship you with both out of the boys and the girls. but i’ll do the whole blurb and stuff for who i think you’re better suited for.

i ship you with anthony and kate! i’m gonna go with anthony for this though, hope that’s alright :)

an entp gryffindor screams the type of woman he would be into. he’s always known he’d have to marry, if not for love then for his family. he’d understand his duty, just like you understand yours. i think he’d really appreciate how much you value family, and how you wouldn’t pressure him to marry you. loving him and wanting a future with him is enough, you don’t have to marry to know you love each other. of course, he probably would push for it anyways just because he’d realize how much he loves you and likes having you around. his family would like you too just because of how you make him act around you.

he’d love a woman with a lot of bite. he’d never feel like he has to guard or protect you, at least verbally. you’re more than capable of doing that yourself. he needs someone to stimulate him, someone capable of banter. he’d love talking to you and showing you off at gatherings. he does really enjoy some social gatherings, but there’s times where he wants to go home and be alone too. he’d understand you feeling the same, and be happy to tell people that he’s going home to spend some alone time with you. whatever you chose to do together, he’d be happy. whether that be reading to yourself, our out loud to him. sitting in the gardens, going horseback riding. it wouldn’t matter, as long as he was with you.

i think anthony would really understand mental illness. after his fathers death, and the treatment from his mother, as well as the new pressures of becoming the lord of the family, he’d have so many new burdens. there’d be moments where he felt like he was drowning, unable to pull himself up to the surface. but you’d always be there to pull him back up, and he’s of course do the same for you.

maybe one day, either you or him weren’t having a great day. but there was a ball that evening, and you both begrudgingly got dressed. that night, you’d head downstairs in your finest to see there was no carriage awaiting you.

“anthony?” you’d call, and he’d waltz in from the back door. “where’s the carriage?”

he’d grin, holding out his hand for you. “we’re not going.”

“what? your mother will be furious, you know we’re expected to be there. for eloise at the very least, we can’t leave her there alone.”

“mother is more than capable of chaperoning,” he’d say, pulling you into the backyard. “and if not, benedict is there as well. i think they can survive one night without us, don’t you think?”

you’d sigh, letting him pull you. “and what are we to do tonight, then?”

“other things…” he’d grin, kicking of his shoes. you’d fall his lead, kicking off your heels.

hand in hand, you’d run through the gardens, laughing as you traipsed through the flowers. he’d huff as he chased you, laughing until he couldn’t breathe. he’d sit down on the swing, looking up at you with a toothy grin.

“push me, darling.”

you’d laugh, rolling your eyes. “as you wish, my lord. as you wish.”

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hope you enjoyed this! thank you again for participating :)

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #1000 followers celebration #1000 followers #followers celebration #1k followers celebration #1k followers

[showtoonzfan]

I’m curious on how you feel about Millie and Moxxie. I haven’t seen much Helluva Boss posts from you, so I’m wondering;do you think Millie isn’t loyal to Moxxie BECAUSE she NEVER stands up for him when Blitzo is insulting him, and ONLY does so when Loona/Striker show any sort of insulting. Or do you think MOXXIE is the wrong one? I’m genuinely curious on to how you feel over their dynamic, given your take on Vaggie and Charlie’s romantic relationship.

Thanks for the ask! So when it comes to Moxxie and Millie, I can’t say Millie ain’t loyal AT ALL. She clearly stands up for him in certain areas, but like you said, the thing that grids my gears is that she doesn’t do shit when Blitz constantly gives her husband shit, or even HER in some cases simply because “he’s their boss”. It’s also even more gear grinding because Blitz and Millie seem to be REALLY close, despite Blitz jumping on her husband EVERY second he can, making it clear he wants to screw both of them, and even referring to Millie as a whore in episode 2. This whole dynamic between Millie and her boss just feels forced so the writers can’t have a conflict between the two, and it’s funny because this season seems to want to call out blitz on his shitty actions badly. But yeah, it just makes Millie look toxic, I mean imagine if your father constantly verbally abusing you every chance he got, but your mother doesn’t do anything and just says “but he’s your father! He loves you!”. :/ Now I will say I can see WHY Millie takes such a liking to Blitz, I mean they’re both crazy batshit lunatics while Moxxie is just the straight guy, but if Viv wants to get across how wholesome and supportive they are to each other, then making Millie not do anything while Blitz is on his BS isn’t a good idea, not to mention how Millie is similar to Charlie, they’re both dumb and blind when it comes to characters walking all over their partners, but you can disagree with me on that.

Oh, I also do have opinions on Moxxie and Millie’s relationship as a whole, and...long story short........they’re boring, I’m...sorry. They’re cute and I’m glad they care about one another, but it was cute like....the FIRST TWO times, and now it’s just boring, and I think it’s time for some conflict. I’m not saying I want them to break up or claw at each-other, but I feel like it would be interesting to see their struggles, how they fight, and how they overcome it as characters and grow. ❤️

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #anti vivziepop #vivziepop #Helluva boss Moxxie #helluva boss Millie #response #my response #answer #my answer #reply #my reply #I speak

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

It never fails to make me so happy seeing how Steve Urkel found so much love in the Winslow family.

First with Estelle. Mother Winslow can always be counted upon to defend Steve and shower affection on him. She takes on a grandmotherly role with him.

Secondly Richie Crawford. Richie was approximately 3 years old when he started calling Steve Urkel, Uncle Steve. He started this with 0 prompting or encouragement whatsoever. In fact, there were quite a few times when people would annoyedly say “he’s not your uncle” and despite this Richie continued to call him Uncle Steve.

Thirdly the relationship between Steve and Laura is so moving for me. I really feel like they were the best versions of themselves around each other. I feel like Stefan brought an immaturity out of Laura. For instance, that time that Laura was dating Stefan and Maxine started dating Laura’s ex, Curtis. Laura got in a jealous cat fight with Maxine when she didn’t even want Curtis anymore. She had chosen Stefan. Steve brings out a more gentle side and a more vulnerable side. At the beginning, Laura hates Steve... you know the classic enemies to lovers trope.... but then Steve and Laura start working together at the beginning of S2 first at Leroys and then subsequently Rachel’s Place and through working together they became friends. Laura can clown on Steve but you best believe if other people mistreat or act like a bad friend to Steve, she will come after you. And Laura comes to appreciate his sense of humor, goofiness, intelligence, and loyalty. I would say that Laura starts to fall in love and be attracted to Steve in the beginning of S7 when Steve starts to live with the Winslows. You see that change in how Laura views Steve start in “The Naked And The Nerdy” episode and certainly you see it in the “Dream Date” episode. You don’t kiss someone like Laura kissed Steve if you aren’t attracted to them... you just don’t. And Steve starts to become a better person and i’m not just talking about the clothes he wears. He sharpens his selfless and sacrificial love skills with Laura. He learns to back off and give her space when need be over time. He loves Laura but he will do anything for her even if it comes with great emotional pain to himself at times. Like when he wanted to take her to the dance but she said that she only wanted to go with Ted. Steve helped get the date even though it pained him greatly because at the end of the day he wanted Laura to be happy. 

Even Steve and Eddie’s relationship makes great strides. Just seeing Eddie start to hang out with Steve, get comfortable and chill around Steve and not be ashamed to be seen with him means so much to me. Eddie isn’t a very physically or even verbally affectionate person with his guy friends but you do see in small ways his friendship with Steve progress in a consistent and moving way.

The only Steve relationship that stays pretty stagnant is the one with Carl. There’s always these sweet moments at the end of episodes that feel so false and disingenuous because Carl may be sweet to Steve and see his perspective but then nothing ever changes. They will hug and the next episode Carl will continue to be an asshole to Steve. He also knows the way in which Steve’s parents abuse him and he has no sympathy for Steve. He could be a great influence and father figure in Steve’s life... maybe even help him be less clumsy but instead he piles more crap on Steve. Steve’s abuse is so interesting to me because if a character went through all this in a drama then it would be a soap opera and Steve’s parents would be imprisoned and at the very least Steve would be taken out of that home by Child Protective Services. But because this a comedy show and they don’t actually show these events (only talk about them) then we’re supposed to laugh?!?! Well, it isn’t funny. Steve’s parents legit use him as a projectile to break a pinata on Steve’s birthday. He said that he spent his birthday in an ambulance. Carl hears this (as a police officer btw) and let’s it pass and then later in that episode has a heart to heart with Steve where he seemingly makes excuses for Steve’s parents.... saying shit like “oh parents are just hard on their kids, i’m sure they’re proud of you.” I mean, Carl, did you not listen to what Steve said?!?! This is so far beyond a parent who simply have high expectations of their children. They are fucking abusive!! And that’s just one of 100s of abusive and horrible things the Urkel parents did. They were invited to Steve’s wedding to Laura which is one of the most exciting moments in your child’s life and they said they couldn’t come because an episode of their favorite show was coming on that day. Once his parents moved to Milwaukee when he was a small child, they took new identities to hide from Steve. One time Steve called his mom and she pretended that she didn’t know who he was. All these things are portrayed as funny because of how outlandish they are but it’s still abuse and it should be seen as that. Carl knows all these things and also Steve has legit saved Carl’s life multiple times and yet Carl still treats him like shit. 

It’s 2022, it’s time that we call what Steve Urkel went through abuse. With all that in mind, seeing Steve find love and happiness with most of the Winslow family is so well deserved. Estelle is like a grandmother, Richie is like a nephew, Eddie is a great friend, and Laura is his wife and the love of his life.

Most of Steve’s relatives hate him and pay him money to stay away from them. Uncle Cecil, Uncle Ernie, Aunt Oona, and Myrtle Urkel at least are nice to Steve so that’s good I guess. Steve’s classmates all bully him, a lot of his teachers hate him and only because he’s clumsy and nerdy. I can’t emphasize this enough... because he’s CLUMSY AND NERDY. The boy is a sweetheart, so smart, so kind, nice, and funny and yet so many people hate him because he’s different.

Going back to the positive relationships in Steve’s life... it warms my heart how he also finds love and acceptance from his polka community. The episode “Polkapalooza” is one of my favorites because not only does Laura tell Steve that she loves him for the first time but we also see him being absolutely adored by the people in the greater Chicago area polka community. You can see why as a child, he gravitated towards polka. Because as a child no one loved him so to have that community of like minded and kind people was something that was greatly needed and wanted.

Now Steve is married to Laura and they have little Urkel children and are living happily ever after. He has Eddie, Greta, Maxine, and Waldo as his close friends and I even like to think that Carl and Harriette came around and treat him with love and respect now. He also became rich and successful... probably famous for some amazing invention and when his parents came crawling back, trying to reap the benefits then he kicked their sorry asses to the curb. 

#💖💖💖 #family matters #steve urkel #steve and estelle #steve and richie #steve and laura #staura #otp #steve and carl #steve and eddie #laura winslow #laura urkel #eddie winslow #carl winslow #estelle winslow #richie crawford #maxine johnson #waldo faldo #greta mcclure #jaleel white #kellie shanygne williams #reginald veljohnson #darius mccrary #rosetta lenoire #bryton james #shawn harrison #cherie johnson #tammy townsend

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Helluva Boss Theory: How Stolas & Stella Were Both In The Wrong

[Note: If You Haven’t Watched Season 2 Episode 1 yet, please watch it before reading this........but only you are the proper age, because that show isn’t for kids, and parents shouldn’t scapegoat and realize it isn’t the mature content that’s to truly blame, I might of mention before that I said the son of “b” word when I was just a baby, well maybe close to being a toddler, I can’t really place the full blame on the guy on tv who said it first, it should be my family who should be held responsible for me hearing and repeating that word.....also this will have some form of language aka slightly bad words...but some will be censored.]         

first I want to say, we can’t just assume that Stella did nothing wrong...

well the Fanon versions of her might of not, and might have a better relationship with their version of Stolas...

but Stella has verbally abused Stolas and even if we don’t know if she has physically abused him, Stolas had put up with her bull because he wanted to give Octavia a normal life.

out of anything that came out of the marriage between Stolas and Stella, Octavia was the one good thing that Stella gave Stolas.

Stella could of been brought up in a broken home, and her treatment of Stolas could of been seen as normal wife and husband relationship.

Stella’s Mother might of been in Stolas’s shoes, but instead of just verbal abuse, it was both that and physical abuse.

Stella’s Mother might of been the opposite of her children and husband, being kind and loving, as well as generous, this is of course a fan theory of course.

but one day Stella’s Father caught Stella’s Mom sleeping with a Imp.

Stella’s Father could of made it so that he was the “Good Guy” and Full Victim.

and Stella’s Father could of tried to kill Stella’s Mom, but he could of only had her wounded, and the Imps who worked for and were loyal Stella’s Mom, had lied to Stella’s Father about her being dead.

Stella might of learned that if a spouse cheats, you have to hire someone to get rid of them.

for all we know she might of learned this from her Father or Mother depending on which one of them was the abusive one and cheated and had a affair.

Stolas might of been in the wrong in having a affair, but nothing he did was good enough when he was trying to make it work with Stella and trying to hide the poor relationship from his daughter.

Octavia was shielded from the truth and it’s possible she was made to believe that her parents did have romantic feelings for each other and it was ruined when Stolas betrayed Stella.

but even if Stolas did betray Stella, he did try to make the marriage work for Octavia’s sake, because he loves his daughter and she was the one good thing that came out of the union between himself and Stella.

yes in some part, Stella has a right to be mad that Stolas had affair...

but it doesn’t mean she hasn’t done anything wrong, because before Stolas did something wrong, he tried to do something right by trying to make the marriage between himself and Stella work.

but nothing was good enough for her, and she kept verbally abusing him.

Stolas had put up with her abuse for Octavia, and it’s possible before the affair, Stella’s bad mouthing of Stolas was kept away from Octavia or when she was around in the same room, Stella had to do a playful insult act, but when Octavia left the room she would go all out on Stolas with the insults.

 Stolas’s first love was Blitz, and he hadn’t even officially met Stella yet when they were arranged to be married.

 I do wonder how Stella’s brother will act when he hears about the divorce between his sister and soon to be ex-brother-in-law...?

well it is possible he will side with his sister.

I still want to call him by the nickname “Andy” because it just seems to fit him.

if Asmodeus Jr. can be called “Ozzie” than Stella’s Brother Andrealphus 

can be called Andy, but could also have the nickname Andrea.

but it be funny if Stella’s Brother who loves to be called Andrea, turns out to hate being called Andy, and will get annoyed and even mad if Stolas or Ozzie or anyone else, calls him by that nickname.

like he could be fine with the nickname Andrea, and he could prefer it.

but call him Andy and you better be ready to be turned to Ice with a cold stare.

also there is a reason why I call Ozzie “Asmodeus Jr.”

it’s because his Dad could be Asmodeus Sr....

which ya can thank the info I read about Asmoday aka Other Asmodeus and my new view of him being “Asmodeus Jr.” for the theory that Ozzie is the son of Asmodeus Sr.

you know if both are gonna go by Asmodeus, ya might as well make sure they don’t get confused with each other.

and besides the song "10 Things I Hate About You" by Leah Kate, matching most of the Ficto-Counterparts of Asmodeus/Ozzie.

the song “The Boy Who Murdered Love” By Diana Vickers.

Asmodeus may encourage my desire, but then he put the arrow in my back.

even if the theory about Asmodeus aka Ozzie being the son of Asmodeus Sr. who could be a Fallen Angel....

could be possibly true, we know there will be some differences in the counterparts in the Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel from the ones that we know from info either in a Book or the internet.

also if someone did end up having a crush on both Fizzarolli and Ozzie,

the song that would fit that would be "So In Love With Two" by Mikaila.

and I guess I am a little weird to admit that I might have a small crush on both of them, but it isn’t like I’m the only one right...?

well guess no one would of seen the day that a Earth Angel would end up having a crush on the ficto-version of Embodiment Of Lust.

well I am more of a Defective Earth Angel, meaning I don’t work like the Other Earth Angels at 100%....

blame it on my Soul’s Genetics....

plus besides the whole Incubus encounter and touch that scared me awake that time, might of not seen them but I felt it and it pretty much scared me awake.

it was like dark, I was on my back and it was like something between awake and still sleeping, maybe like being self aware.

and then something happen that scared me awake.

and that is why I started to wear bracelets when I sleep, but I got the dream-catcher I got now to protect me from being lured by lust energy from humans.

I still think my bracelets helped with making me self-aware when I was in the someone’s dream, and there is a possibility I could always dream-walk but not fully know it....

like if there is some form of lust energy, it could put someone in a trance and start to dream-walk and they wouldn’t be fully in control.

and if they do see through their own eyes, they wouldn’t be control of their dream-self’s body.

don’t know if Verosika Mayday can dream-walk or not, but we know she can cast some kind of lust spell on those who hear her sing, but that doesn’t mean every human would fall under her spell, because I believe there are some who can still be immune to her charms, and one’s who are the most of the 100% would be immune would be human children. 

anyway it be like her powers but like it being the opposite.

plus once you are made aware of it, you want to try to protect yourself when you sleep, not just from Incubus, but also Other Humans.

and maybe from some Angels as well.

I guess I could be a bit paranoid, but better safe than sorry.

maybe I should get a creep away foam bat, throw some salt on it, like pray for the The Great Goddess/Earthly Mother’s Protection and if any Angel tries any funny business, and most of them could be new Watcher Angels for all I know...

I will swing the foam bat, I wouldn’t do that to a human or a precious fluffy baby.

but they have fully ethereal bodies right...?

the matter between the mortal organic matter and the ethereal matter could be different, even if Angels could use some form of matter programing in their ethereal bodies to make their bodies organic.

but if I have to use a bat, even if it is a foam bat, I will swing it like my Nonbinary Maidenhood depended on it!

 if I have to program the foam bat to protect me from Watcher Angels from trying to get fresh with me.

even if it is just a thought at the moment, and might be wishful thinking....

but if I had to use a foam bat against some Masculine Angels just to protect myself, then I will.

 anyway back to the whole Stolas and Stella and how their relationship was broken from the start....

even if it might turn out that Stella might of deluded herself in thinking her and Stolas had the perfect relationship and her bad mouthing him to her friends was normal spouse behavior, I mean I guess it would be if both sides were in on the joke and knew the other was only playfully joking.

but Stolas did try to make the marriage with Stella work, and I guess he could of tried to fall in love with her despite the verbal abuse and mockery she throws at him.

but he couldn’t bring himself to love her, and he had to keep Octavia in the dark on what was really going on between him and Stella.

even if he didn’t mean to hurt Stella, by cheating on her...

and it isn’t like it was planned, but even if Stella was a Guy and Stolas was a Gal, I’m still going to view Stolas as the full victim, even if he might of been in the wrong in cheating on Stella, but she was a verbally abusive “c” word.

 even if Doctor Psycho had NO right to call his Ex-Wife the “C” word...

but maybe Wonder-Woman or at least the Harley Quinn Series version of her, might of had that coming....and excuse me but it is possible that the whole island that Wonder-Woman and her fellow Amazonian, might be full of Toxic-Feminism “C-Word” Heads.

Toxic-Femininity and Toxic-Masculinity, can pretty much suck.

 Ivy is perhaps only maybe Toxic-Feminine maybe only a little bit, even if she gets some stuff wrong about the balance of nature.

yeah it’s good she wants to help plants, but what about the animals and the aqua life...?! they are just much as part of the Earth as the Plants.

I don’t need to say what the “C” word is, but even though Doctor Psycho has used that word on those who didn’t deserve it....

Wonder-Woman, Batman and Superman might deserve it for what they almost did to Poison Ivy....that was a shisno move those three tried to do.

I don’t agree about the whole Stella did nothing wrong, because she has done wrong even before Stolas had affair with Blitz.

Stolas might of did wrong by cheating on her, and even continuing the affair even after announcing with joy that he is going to divorce her.

even in his joy and finally being happy, he could of still ended up feeling guilt in hurting Stella, but would she really be hurt by him cheating on her...?

or the image that is the Goetia Family.

 the episode where Stolas takes Octavia to Loo Loo World,

might take place after the affair, and Stolas had calm down after his joy that gave him a reason to want to finally divorce Stella.

Stella might of ended up living with her family after what Stolas did, but might of refused to get the divorce, but would still try to get those like Striker to take him out.

Stolas has a right to be tired of Stella’s crude behavior, and whatever reason she has to tease about them not being Divorced Before, and even trying to kill Stolas for having a affair...

she isn’t the true victim, and it is obvious that Stolas has been taking some kind of pills to try to help him with what goes on with his relationship with Stella.

my theory about about Stella being the way she is because of her parents having the same type of relationship as her and Stolas, might be incorrect.

but maybe we will find out in the future on why Stella is the way she is.

who knows, maybe she will have some form of redemption.

where she finally realizes that how she treated Stolas was wrong, and she was only repeating the cycle that her own Father started when he treated her Mother the same way.

 we can’t assume that Stella’s redemption would really happen in the canon, only see it as a possibility.

Small Bean Stolas was really adorable, I even did a fan art where he is wearing a green bean costume.

also besides the whole theory that the Blitz that had affair with Stolas, might turn to be Blitzo’s Sister who uses some form of Glamour Magic to appear and sound like her possibly late brother Blitzo, but they end up going by Blitz...

well besides that theory, the other theory I have is that Blitz is really Fizzarolli.

like something happen to cause there minds to switch, but it also causes the Blitzo that ended up in Fizzarolli’s body, to get amnesia.

but then again those two theories can be non-canon but could be in a Fanon AU only...

but Blitz might be hiding something that he hasn’t told Loona, Moxxie and Millie.

and it might involve his Family, before he adopted Loona.

him just going by Blitz instead of going by the “O” in his name, could have a hidden meaning as well, what that is who knows.

plus Blitz might of been in bad relationships before where all those like Verosika Mayday, wanted to do is, pardon me for saying, get in his pants.

Blitz might of went through that a lot in any relationship he was in, and feeling used and not truly loved.

and him deciding to run out on Verosika, could of been his way of escaping from another Toxic-Relationship.

even if Blitz had fallen in love with Stolas, he could still be scared that it will end the same way like his past relationships.

we might not know how it ended for him and Fizzarolli, but if they had went from just being friends to being almost boyfriends, then I guess something really bad went down between them that caused some form of romantic feelings to change into hate.

Moxxie might of been one of Blitz’s love interests, before they both met Millie.

Blitz might of wanted to confess his feelings but it all changed when Millie came into the picture.

the golden feathers in Blitz’s hallucination, could be Phoenix Feathers for all we know....

Stolas and Blitz have something in common, they both ended up in relationships that ended badly, Blitz was perhaps willing at first but his first bad romantic relationship made him scared to get close to anyone in a romantic way.

Stolas never wanted to be in a relationship with Stella, and him crying when finding out she is to be his future wife, was perhaps because he recognized her as one of his bullies, or he just was scared the moment he saw her picture.

the bad relationships that Stolas and Blitz had with their former lovers, might be different.....but it’s possible they both were in bad relationships.

Blitz’s feeling being used and not truly being loved by those who he entered a romantic relationship with, and being mocked for being the one to blame for the reasons why the relationship fell in the first place.

if there was a song that told off Verosika, it be a little bit like this...

So What If You Use To Date Him,

And Gave Him A Trip To Blissful Paradise. 

But When It Was Your Turn,

[Her Turn X5]

But It’s A Turn You Never Deserved.

Calling Him A Selfish Imp In The Sheets,

But Better That Than some Succub*tches That Doesn’t Take No Consent,

When They Use Their Lustful Charms On Humans

To Get What They Want. 

A Floozy Heartbreaking Dry Dream...

You Charmed Your Way To His Heart,

But You Couldn’t See That He Might Fall Apart,

If Your Just Gonna Break His Heart, by only caring about the lust

but where is the trust....?

then you never deserved the key to his heart after all.

that is all I can think of for some kind “reply back song” to Verosika’s short solo.

what I wrote might not be perfect...

even if Verosika is still a interesting character, and I like some of the Fanon versions of her where she is shown to be more than a jerk.

also besides the whole Verosika and Stella being part of a Toxic-Relationship.

Blitz’s parents could of been in a Toxic-Relationship, for all we know, Blitz’s Mom might of tried to make it work for her children’s sake and hid the truth from them the same way Stolas did with Octavia, trying to shield her from the truth.

        but we don’t know if Blitz’s parents had a Toxic-Relationship or not, but it could be possible that they might have, and Blitz’s Dad used Blitz’s Love for his Mom to get him to do what he wanted.

but if Blitz’s Family are Arch-Imps, they could possibly out rank most Imps and would be “Imp Royalty”...

even if this has nothing to do with Helluva Boss Or Hazbin Hotel, but it is possible that Imps have some form of connection to Fairies and maybe even The Earthly Mother’s Earth Family.

I still think that if the 9 Rings or Circles of Hell are in a Ethereal Afterlife that is linked to the Earth, cause the Rings are suppose to be “inside of the Earth”....

but in theory, before those Fallen Princes came along, each ring was probably ruled over by those who are like the Archeia, but then the took over happen.

if it is in Rings and Circles, this could mean that the the Originals who ruled each part of those Rings or Circles, Under The Earthly Mother...

had to leave and a type of barrier wall was built around.

meaning while the rest of the Earth Kingdom Afterlife Realm was fine,

the rest that was taken over had to be place on a type of lock-down.

I also believe that Lilith (not talking about the one from Hazbin Hotel)

might be one in the same with that girl who was from that book that has to do with the Confession Of A Rebel Angel.

the girl had bonded with some form of giant birds, and it’s possible the one who lied about them eating her, had possibly harmed her by trying to kill her.

but she was in theory, taken by what appeared to be birds, but were possibly Angels who not only took her so she could be healed, but also to make her be Adam’s first wife.

I mean that could be possible, that little girl from that book, could be Lilith when she was in her innocence.

not sure if that theory is true or not, but I can’t help but wonder if that girl from that book, and Lilith who is suppose to be Adam’s First Wife, are one in the same.

which if it was not of her consent to be taken as his wife, that would be abduction and forced marriage.

I mean that is possible, not everyone has to agree on that theory.

not all theories have to be correct.

as for the Lilith in Hazbin Hotel, she might be different from the Lilith we know...

and she might not be a Mother of A Earth Angel or Grandmother of one either...

my pendulum does pull pranks on me at times, so it could be possible that info about Adam’s Ex-Wife Lilith, could be true.

don’t know when it will stop doing that prank about the Aliens from Mass Effect being real in real life, it only gives disappointment knowing it is not true.

I don’t feel like checking again, to see if it will give the same “Yes” answer about that question, it has to grow tired of that prank at some point.

anyway the whole ship between Stolas and Blitz might be more than just a ship, and they could really end up together, but they would have to go through some bumpy roads and rocky start before they fully end up together and not just a on and off type of relationship.

I guess the love that is forming between them would have to be tested.

we know that Stella might seem like she is the full victim in what happen, but even if what Stolas did was wrong, he did try to make the life they made together work and tried to keep Octavia from finding out the truth.

we don’t know if Stella’s abuse towards was truly physical, but we could see her throwing a Imp Butler at him and even going as far as trying to hit him, count as possible evidence of her being physically abusive and not just verbal abusive.

both Stolas and Stella were both in the wrong in different ways,

but it doesn’t mean Stella was in the right on how she treated Stolas before the affair happen.

                                                                                                                              Stolas might of let himself get caught up in the moment of happiness he felt, that ended up giving him the reason to finally get a divorce from Stella.

and if Stella gets some form of redemption in the canon, that is up to those who work on Helluva Boss and put their hearts and souls into the work.

if she never gets a form of redemption in the canon, she can in a type of Fanon Timeline in a Helluva Boss AU.

what Stolas did was wrong, but Stella was in the wrong on how she treated him before the affair with Blitz started.

I know some fans are either on Stolas or Stella’s side, but one has to try to see the logical point of view that drove Stolas into giving into the temptation of having a affair with someone who he had feelings for already.

is because of what was going on in his loveless marriage with Stella.

and we only seen some of the reasons why Stolas was unhappy with her, even if she was high on her glitz and glam, the high society life.

we might get more info on how they started out, maybe in some future episode.

both Stolas and Stella could be in both the right and wrong,

but Stolas could of been in the 99% Wrong, while being in the 100% right in finally wanting to get the divorce.

Stella could of been at the 99% Right in how mad and possibly hurt by Stolas’s affair, but she would be in the 100% Wrong on how she treated Stolas before the affair happen.

so yeah both of them get a 99% and 100%...

at least Stolas didn’t run out on Stella when she was going to have the Egg that would end up hatching into Octavia, or never bothering to visit once until like some years later....

yeah I guess I do have some “Daddy Issues” there can be some people who do have them, well that and some can have “Mommy Issues” as well....

 and for all I know my pendulum could be pranking me about Stolas (not talking about the Helluva Boss one...) having adopted me and protected me after being used in a ritual by my so called Past Life Toxic-Satanist Family....

I still have no freaking clue if the name George that pop into my head, that I asked was my Past Life’s Dad who was partly responsible for what happen in a attic, is one in the same with that George who was in a attic and was choking a guy....I forgot what it was called, but I know when I tried to look up about a George and Attic, that info pop up but it doesn’t mean they would be the same George.

my pendulum does pull pranks on me at times, even if it can give some truthful answers.

and I know that the whole Toxic-Religious wouldn’t just be in a Family or Group who are Toxic-Satanist, it can even happen in Christian, Catholic, Jewish and possibly a few others.

what can be important is to try not to fall deeply into the Toxic side, and if you feel like your about ready to fall into it, try your best not to.

I want to try not to fall into myself....

I know that a Toxic-Religious person did make me cry a few years ago, when they kept misusing a certain word at me, and even if I told them to stop it and it was hurting my feelings, they kept doing                                                     

and if you count the whole possibility of me being used in a ritual in one my past lives, what that person did by misusing that certain word at me, would count as part of religious trauma, or Toxic-Religious Trauma.

plus it is possible that it’s best not to remember all your past lives,

bits and pieces are fine, the past life trauma wont hurt as much, maybe.

 also if I’m not being prank, about in one of my past lives I was born into a Family of Satanist, it might be a good thing I don’t remember their faces or all of their names, but if they were alive, I would probably wish I could beat them senseless for what they did.

make them sorry they EVER did such a thing to me or any other innocent life.

like giving them most painful wedgie possible, and put inching powder in their underwear, and hot sauce with Ice cubes down in it as well.

even if it is my wishful thinking of what I want them to experience, but to me the family I have now, who might not be perfect and at times can hurt my feelings...

are more of my family than those that have hurt my past life self.

and I still think it might be a good thing I don’t remember their faces.

I don’t know if this took me a hour or a few hours to write, plus I had to stop writing this so I could go and eat...

so I’m just going to hurry up and post this, and get to posting up the FNAF theory that has to do with the Afton and Emily Family....

once again, even if some Fans might be on Stolas side or Stella’s side...

but their relationship wasn’t 100% okay, and Stella verbal abusing Stolas perhaps only made the loveless marriage worse.

even if it does turn out that Stella was secretly a Tsundere, and was only bad mouthing him to play some kind of “notice me my darling” game.

but I don’t think Stolas would of caught on, and would take her verbal abuse seriously and become even more depressed.

we might find out more about Stolas and Stella’s relationship in the future, besides what was revealed in Season 2 Episode 1.

I liked the first episode of Season 2, even if Stolas’s Dad should be kicked in his jewels for making the Precious Small Bean Stolas Cry.

Release The Valkyries So They May Kick Paimon’s Feathery Butt!

 not everyone has to agree about my theory that Stella’s treatment towards Stolas, was some bad behavior she learned from watching her parents.

and while I know that Stolas was in the wrong for cheating, but it would of happen even if Stolas had plan on it, and which he probably didn’t and was just going to hang out with his friend.

but Stella made things worse by her treatment of him,

verbal abuse can be just as emotionally hurtful as the physical abuse.

maybe they will find some common ground and their relationship could get better, but it wont be the same as it was before.

plus it could take time for Stolas to forgive Stella for hurting him emotionally and treating him like he was less of a man to her.

we don’t know what will happen, but we can only wait and see how things will turn out between those two.

even if some will say that Stella didn’t do anything wrong, I will still have to disagree because of the obvious evidence of how she treated Stolas before he had the affair with Blitz.

the affair wasn’t really plan, and Blitz was only trying to seduce him a little just so he could get the book.

Stolas and Stella were both in the wrong, but Stella was the one who made being married to her difficult and if the pills that Stolas takes does hint to anything, it is to keep himself from falling into depression because of the nightmare of being her husband and any other possible reasons that he takes them.

it could be possible for someone to fall into temptation because of a loveless or abusive marriage or both, and Stolas falls under the two.

we don’t know if Stella had physically abused Stolas before the affair happen, but we might find out in the future, and it could be possible the only thing she did was the verbal abuse, and only started the physical abuse after finding out about the affair.

Stella is NOT the only victim in what happen, because Stolas was a victim of verbal abuse and was trapped in a marriage with a woman who he didn’t love but possibly did try to, but nothing was good enough for her.

Stella might have every right to be mad that he cheated on her, but she is the one that made him unhappy enough to fall into that temptation in the first place.

Mayberry Might of had a loving marriage with her husband, but it might of not been enough for him, and he willingly had a affair even when he had a good marriage with Mayberry.

she did deserved better than that two-timing jerk, but you can see the differences between the affairs.

Mayberry and her now Ex-Husband From Death Do Us Part....

had a good marriage or seemingly good marriage by Mayberry’s view,

up until her husband cheated on her.

Mayberry might of really loved her husband but it possibly died the moment he betrayed her.

her Ex-Husband, might of had a affair for the fun of it and to be with someone else other than Mayberry.

Stolas already had feelings for Blitz, but he did give some hint that he wouldn’t have affair because even if he was in a loveless marriage with Stella, he didn’t want to cheat, even if it was someone he was in love with.

but Stolas fell into the hearts desire, and he ended up cheating on Stella anyway....

both Stolas and Mayberry’s husband were both in the wrong, BUT the differences would be that Stolas was in a unhappy marriage before his fling with Blitz....

and Mr. & Mrs. Mayberry’s marriage was once a happy one before Martha came along and ruined it, but either Martha or some other woman.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Verosika Mayday was the cause when her singing caused Martha and Mayberry’s husband to have the affair in the first place.

but maybe that wouldn’t be it, and Mayberry’s husand is just a two-timing jerk who wasn’t even in a unhappy marriage and only made it that way when he cheated on his wife.

Stolas might of cheated because he was unhappy in his marriage,

but Mayberry’s husband was possibly in a happy marriage and only had a fling with Martha for the fun and thrill of it.

and not because he was unhappy, and it could be possible he was just bored with his wife, and he started to see Martha in secret.

and I really hope no one misinterprets anything I say in this...

but the point is that while both husbands had cheated and had affair, only one of them was in a unhappy marriage from the start, and that being Stolas.

once more, Stella and Stolas were in the right and wrong in different ways,

and maybe Stella will have a change of heart who knows....

I guess I just don’t want to hear about how Stella is the only victim from what happen, and being told that she has a right to send Striker after Stolas for what he did....

I can agree that him cheating on her was wrong, but she’s the one who was making the marriage unbearable and I hope in a future episode, Octavia learns the truth and realizes that her parents never loved each other.

Stolas loves his daughter, and he tries to bond with her, and hopefully the bond between them will stay strong even after Octavia learns the truth that has been kept secret from her for so long.

anyway that is all I have to say about that, I’m going to hurry up and post that FNAF Theory now....

thanks for reading this, even if it is long and got off track.  

I’m not going to put the “read more” tag for this.

#helluva boss theory #stolas helluva boss #stella helluva boss #right and wrong #stolas x blitzo #cheating spouse #verbal abuse #not for kids #not for minors #mature audiences only #do not reblog without permission

[demonsfate]

@hardasstaichou​

lol his mother’s name is pretty easy to remember once you realize it’s just jin but with a ‘u’ instead of an ‘i’! (her name is jun!) and it’s funny because jun is probs my fav tek girl. she’s beautiful, she’s kind, she’s similar to jin in ways. but i just... didn’t find myself loving her as much in the anime. i think because her design was too different (and boring) and i did... view her pacifism as too extreme as times. which would’ve been better had they explained maybe the reason she’s so strict is because she’s paranoid jin will end up like his father. but like... they never tell us or hinted at that. jun refuses to talk about jin’s father, but we never see if she ever actually loved kazuya at all to begin with or how they became a thing, or how she even really felt by his supposed death. the relationship of kazuya and jun just isn’t there. which, yes, it’s not really there in the games either. BUT. in the anime, we were promised we’d find out new things about jin’s backstory that we didn’t see in the games. and guess what? we didn’t. literally everything told in the anime, we already knew happened in the games - or at the very least, we can guess happened. the only “new” thing we got was that jin was bullied lol. which honestly, i didn’t care for the bully story. while yes, it could show jin had trouble controlling his temper... which btw, does a poor job at that - bc in the anime he even STATES they’ve been PHYSICALLY AND VERBALLY ABUSING HIM FOR LITERAL WEEKS - anyone would’ve snapped at that. aaaand jin goes through so much anyway, why add him being bullied on top of everything? if i were writing it, 

i would’ve made it that xiao was getting bullied, for being chinese. (therefore, would’ve acknowledged the elitism/racism that’s in japan) and xiao, being the optimistic and kind girl she is, is able to ignore this even if it does hurt. but jin, however, as we’ve seen in many other games and noncanon adaptations, cannot stand seeing xiao being hurt or disrespected - and that’s what causes him to lose his temper and start pounding on the bullies. perhaps this is why jun scolds him, because if xiao can refrain herself from violence, then so can jin. but of course, jin makes it a point - why should xiao be subjected to such when she can fight back? they obviously deserve it. that’s when jun will snap at jin, perhaps saying something like “i don’t want to see you become your father!” and then everything goes silent. maybe they’ll go into a talk later on where they can come to an understanding. jun doesn’t tell jin that kaz was influenced by a literal demon, but just that his anger and hatred led to him becoming a horrible person that eventually led to his death.

lots of fans, sadly, thought the anime was an IMPROVEMENT for jin. which made me feel they didn’t really understand jin’s character in the first place. i know stoic anime character is a trope, too. but with the way jin was just gasping at everything and being very expressive - just made him feel more like Generic Anime Protagonist, made him feel more like a shell the viewer can easily insert himself into the main character. i think jin’s lack of expressions or antisocial behavior can be relatable - there are people who struggle with this. hell, even i myself struggle with interacting with ppl. not only that, but jin is a highly traumatized individual. who, after his mother’s death, was forced to live with his grandfather - who was very strict, and had pretty abusive training. given how heihachi killed jin in the end, he clearly couldn’t stand having any small talk with jin. so - it makes sense as to why jin would be antisocial in the first place. also, i just like to think of jin as a weird little guy - it makes him more interesting than a sociable protagonist imo - at least, for jin, because that’s what his character is supposed to be - a flawed hero. not just because he struggles with anger, but he struggles with making the right choice, and he struggles with emotion and socialization. also - him struggling with emotion makes sense later on because if he does feel too much, then that means his devil will take over, and cause a lot of issues for the world. therefore, perhaps, jin is conditioned to believe that “emotion = bad” because of the consequences it can have on his devil gene. so, jin being the stoic “-.-” is both badass, and actually makes a lot of sense lore wise, too.

#hardasstaichou #✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc)

[starship-imzadi]

S6 E3 Man of the People

(I typed most of this out a long while ago; this is just a much delayed posting with minor additions.)

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Another episode to add to Troi's suffering and trauma. This is one of the tough ones to watch.

So I actually stopped doing these for a while because I got busy but also because I didn't feel like I had the emotional energy to watch this episode. (Now I can't quite remember what happens, so let's do this!)

I always love some silent eye contact between Riker and Troi.

I wonder, do they just hold them in the pattern buffer untill whoever is supposed to greet them gets there? Troi walks in right before the materialize; It's such perfect timing....

What a way to make a bad first impression. And Troi looks deeply uncomfortable.

This beginning has a little more exposition than I want with a few too many names that are meaningless.

Worf's tai chi class. For all of Worf's supposed physical training he never strikes me as an especially poised or graceful person.

Troi and this guy's interactions immediately seem a bit awkward and forced; like bad flirting. I'm not sure if that's intended or they're meant to be establishing a positive rapport (one of the down sides of characters confined to a single episode is there's never enough time to build what feels like real chemistry and tell both plot lines A and B).

Awkwardly long shoulder touch to end the interaction. I imagine this might have been intended to display comfort? but it makes me uncomfortable because we barely know the character. Anyone lingering like that, even if they're only touching my shoulder, would make me uncomfortable if I've only known them for five minutes. (For anyone who is interested, the field that looks at non-verbal, interpersonal interaction through touch is known as social haptics or haptic communication.)

This guy's "mother" is a HUGE red flag. From her jealousy to her impertinent question. Also telling a woman that if she "mates" with this man she'll regret it for the rest of her life.... is a pretty outrageous statement.

By contrast, the rapport Troi has with Riker feels very natural and authentic. Her body language and face expression seem relaxed. His voice is softer and seems more gentle too (which is to say they both seem at ease.)

It's funny, you can hear Troi pat Riker's knee

The old woman's hands are stiff like....rigor mortis already? (Is 93 old for this time period?)

Troi had such a strong reaction when the rocks touch, clearly negative, and I want to know what she's feeling. Does she realise something is wrong?

She has such long fingernails. Wow.

(ensign Janeway?!)

What's that little thing Troi has? A skirt?

I love Picard's jacket. It was such great costuem development.

I really want to know what Troi is feeling. She's exhibiting different behavior externally but there's really nothing to tell us how she is feeling about it.

"i don't know anything about you" sounds like a potentially alluring line but the reality is she really doesn't know anything about him so she has no idea if being alone with him is even really a safe place to be.

"if there's anything else I need I know where to find you" this statement immediately displays a selfishness and a self-centeredness that is uncharacteristic of Troi. Clearly the sexual interaction she just had with this crew member was about satiating her desires, with literally the closest available person. And it brings into question abuse of authority; she has no personal relationship with the man so their only connection is professional, and she out ranks him.

And then Troi's first question to Riker seems intent on instigating jealousy, and he handles it very well. (Which is a testament to his character.) I wish he'd been written to be concerned about her altered behavior rather than apparently annoyed (but we've still got 25 minutes to get through and if he got suspicious too early there wouldn't be a plot.)

Damn, Troi is really going off the rails.

Crusher getting clever for a work around.

Data is like a child, pointing out obvious but important details. Marina does look incredible in that dress. It's much more flattering than her typically bland one piece not-uniform.

The question is, is what Troi says born from whatever she's feeling or is it genuine perception?

I'm glad to see Riker intervening. I wonder if telling her she's "way out of line" is as a commanding officer? He certainly has a harsh tone.

Troi using "imzadi" as a means of manipulating Riker makes me cringe so hard. Rather than being in tune with him she seems oblivious to his emotions and social cues. "I'm worried about you" now feels like a it's coming from a friend despite still being stern. I feel like it should have been sooner but at least he is paying attention.

He is resistant to her, but still gentle, calling her by name and not outright rejecting her kiss. When she hurts him, literally drawing blood, he looks so confused and shocked; probably too much so to register being hurt. When she says "please" it sounds so desperate and genuine.

It really isn't clear why Troi desires this guy (or anyone) when he seems so disinterested in her. (He even pronounces ger name incorrectly). I don't know what his behavior was in the beginning (that awkward flirting) that he has done away with it now. Was it just to gain her trust for the ritual?) because he doesn't seem to have any other interests in her.

"I'm closer to Deanna than I've ever been to anyone." Aww 🥰

Deanna is really taking a turn for the worse, and fast. Picard's reaction to her is a perfect mix of shock and confusion.

Cute little moment between Picard and Crusher. It's funny that Picard as the patient assures Dr. Crusher that he'll be fine.

Crusher's impassioned "I don't care" seems more about her care for Deanna than a flippant reaction to a different culture.

This guy is horrible and he's totally fine with it. The arrogance; He's playing god and he's self appointed. A very important question that should be asked is why he chooses women to carry the burden of his "negative" emotions? It would seem to be an all too real display of how "great" men use and neglect the women whose support (chosen, coerced, or forced) makes them "great" without sharing the credit or benefits and while insisting they, as men, are more logical and capable than those same women.

Look at Riker's utter shock and panic when Crusher says Deanna has to die, as he turns to Picard for .... emotional support, or help. And you can see his panic rising more as the conversation goes on.

The makeup on Marina is incredible and also really ugly.

It's unfortunate that an episode were Troi gets so much screen time involves abusing her. That seems often to be the case; like the writers don't know what to do with her otherwise.

Is everyone in on the plan to kill Troi? Because Worf didn't seem phased.

This guy has an incredible ego. He's so manipulative and....predatory.

I don't know how the damage to Troi isn't irreparable. But okay. (The little brain defibrillator is so comical.)

It's cute that Riker is there the whole time and he's the first person Troi turns to once she regains consciousness. (Notice the optimistic little brass theme that signals that everything is okay again).

At least the experience seems distant to her, and potentially less traumatic.

Aww, little affectionate kiss. I love that.

"thanks for sticking by me"

"I always will"

And a cute cuddle

[snugglebuddyhan]

It's so funny hearing my mom genuinely say she doesn't understand why my brother doesn't come around. Well.........

1. She punished him by grounding him to his room for an entire summer when he was in junior high. That's 3 whole months. Nearly 90 days of literal solitary confinement. He wasn't allowed to play video games, read, watch movies or play with anything. She wouldn't even let me go see him, so he was also cut off from communicating with anyone. The only time he could leave was to eat and if he wanted to use the bathroom he'd have to knock on his door to let her know, bc she locked him in from the outside. She treated him brining a playboy magazine into the house like a federal offense. Had him locked up like a prisoner and treated him like one. When the summer was up he came out that room a different person. It's like something inside his brain shifted. There was no doubt in my mind that some type of psychological damage had been done. Forced solidarity can really mess a person up that's why the Union Nations and several human rights organizations consider it to be "solitary torture" if the confinement lasts longer than 15 consecutive days, because of how "inhumane" it is. He was in that room for 90 days

2. There was a time she was yelling at him and knocked him out of the chair he was sitting in. She hit him so hard it also threw him over the bed and onto his face on the floor all, bc he didn't respond to her when she wanted him to. Why do you think he didn't speak up? Bc you were in his face screaming at the top of your lungs. She was scaring him and her putting her hands on him only proved why he was so afraid to begin with. She hit him like he was a grown ass man. So, not only was there mental and verbal abuse, there was also physical abuse. Far more than just this incident

3. AND she accused him of raping me when I was younger. I remember waking up one morning with my shorts off at the end of the bed. I was confused by how it happened until I realized it was the pair I liked to wear that were way too big for me. I had to tie them really tight to keep them up and on top of that they were made out of this really silky material. They probably came undone and slid off in my sleep, bc of how much I toss and turn. Well, she took it upon herself to jump to the most absolute insane conclusion possible with no questions asked. She called up everybody she knew and told them what he "did" and she said all of this while he was RIGHT there on multiple occasions. I can't even begin to imagine what was going through his head as his mother told everyone he was a rapist and to this day she's never apologized or made any effort to even acknowledge what she did or how it could have affected him

But OH! She wonders why he doesn't come visit. Some people don't just forgive and forget or let things go, bc some time has passed. He can take it to his grave and I wouldn't blame him

[canthandlethishit]

cheap poorly written chinese novels are so funky and unintentionally comedic

“[name]’s crane was so realistically folded and lively”

A PAPER CRANE????? REALISTIC???? LIVELY???

bitch in what world like idc how neatly and whatever god-tier origami skills bro got, [name] made his crane that he learned how to since elementary’s arts&crafts so aint no fucking way does this

looks “lively” 😭

another funny thing, yk how novels give characters like sad angsty backstories? so the MC died starving and freezing under a bridge homeless after being neglected and evicted by his adoptive parents (who started neglecting him since they managed to birth a baby boy a year after adopting mans). he transmitted to this novel world into a body even weaker than his previous life’s and its rapidly decaying and he’s terminally ill and is going to die in over a year’s time, he cares about the feeling of the people around him so he’s been hiding his symptoms and suffering in silence as spasms of sharp pain emerges frequently (its so painful whenever these happen bro literally collapses) and he’s distancing from everyone he cares about (in this novel world) since he doesn’t want their feelings hurt when they find out his eventual impending doom (he’s planned to run away and die quietly where no one knows him, despite being an absolute sweetheart, a caring boy who like making friends etc etc) like he’s actively avoid making friends

the ML is hated and neglected by his parents, rich people things yk when money and inheritance comes first, and his mother had another child before him with another man. she love his half brother but despises him. the story given for his past? idk if the author ran out of ideas or sth but to perfectly illustrate the pain and suffering the ML suffered from his mother’s unfairness is a anecdote of how when the ML was young the mother brought him and his half brother out and bought tang hulu (candied fruit on a skewer) but only gave his half brother one and none for him 😔

BRO THERE WAS SO MANY MORE EXAMPLES YOU COULDVE GIVEN AND THE WAY THE ANECDOTE WAS TOLD WAS COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS 💀💀💀 it wasnt a misunderstood “daddy why did you eat my fries” kind of childhood trauma memory its my mum bought brother a candy and not me girl that whats traumatic and not her literally dissing and verbally abusing you (even now when ML is a grown man)

anyways 5/10 story, sorry author prolly really desperate (this the type of cheap novels you shit out daily chapters for and get paid peanuts by the web and to meet its kpi) this was poorly planned & written and maybe they should look for another job cuz ain’t nothing makes sense here and i cant even find the english version of this story so prolly no one translated it 💀

#novel #danmei novel #thụ ốm yếu muốn làm cá mặn trong truyện ngược #novel rating

[ashesandhackles]

Deconstructing Harry: The boy we meet in Philosopher's Stone to the man in Deathly Hallows

I have often seen fans talk about how nebulous Harry is as a character, especially in the earlier books. They can't make sense of who he is as a character and other more colourful, more actualized personalities take over our attention from any traits Harry might display. Harry becomes more defined for a lot of people OOTP onwards where he displays traits that sometimes make him unbearable or unlikable.

Harry, as we are introduced in PS, has a very little sense of self. He is narratively self deprecating or plays down his presence or skills, not that he is aware he has any. He grew up without any presence of him displayed in the house - no photos, no idea about his parents or what they look like or what really happened to them and discouraged from asking questions. Harry as we meet him is neglected, rootless about his identity and longs for escape. For him, every day is a battle against Dudley, who bullies him or Vernon, thus setting a worldview that never truly goes away: him vs adults. But just because Harry doesn't attach traits or values to self, does not mean he does not have it.

It's an effective narrative tool though - for Harry to be our eyes of the world. Only in later re-readings can we get a grasp of the traits that become more pronounced as books go on. Also, it's not surprising that Harry develops a better sense of self when he is removed from an abusive home.

Let me begin with this:

1. Harry is a fighter

One of the things that struck me in later re-readings is that how much of a fighter Harry is, from the very beginning. He will not lie down and take abuse. The narrative presents it as no big deal, because Harry doesn't assign any importance to it - it's every day life for him.

-Verbal standing up-

See his reaction to Uncle Vernon and the letter fiasco. He stands up for himself, even if it falls on deaf ears. "I want my letter - as it is mine!". Later on, in the same book, a completely befuddled 11 year old Harry stands up to Snape too, but in a politer way: "I think Hermione knows the answer. Why don't you try her?". He gets less polite with Snape as books go on. Harry's humor is something he employs liberally with Dudley when standing up to him - "The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it - it might be sick" and we see this trait manifest into the sass we all know and love.

- Fight or flight-

He is remarkably good at "fighting himself out of tight corners" as Snape put it. And although Snape attributes it to luck and more talented friends, he is onto something about Harry's ability to worm out of tight corners. He lives moment to moment in a dangerous situation - relying on his nerve, very fast reflexes and athleticism. He is also able to notice things in an environment that will get him out of a quick pinch. You see this clearly in Department of Mysteries in Book 5 where he comes up with the idea to smash shelves, the mad idea to escape on a dragon, the ministry escape where he manipulates Runcorn's image (as he noticed how people were reacting to him) to create chaos and get the Muggleborns and the trio out, Chamber of Secrets when he instinctively understood the diary is the source of power and stabbed it.

Where does the athleticism and ability to spot dangerous situation come from? This boy has spent a decade cheeking Dudley and running away from his gang, spotting when he needs to get out of the way as "long experience had told him to be out of Uncle Vernon's arms reach" or "ducking when Aunt Petunia aimed a frying pan at his head". The instinct to see a dangerous situation develops over the course of the books in his adventures - to the point Harry unconsciously brings out his wand in Tottenham road without thinking too much about it. He is almost always wary and less quick to lower his wand.

When hiding/ escaping is not an option, Harry is not above physical fighting - despite how small and skinny he is in Book 1. Both he and Dudley fight for a chance to listen at the door when letter first arrives for Harry. Dudley wins the fight. Later on, Harry jumps Uncle Vernon from behind and hangs on to his neck to get his letter. He even does the same thing to the troll in the same book. ( Then over the course of series, we see him beat up Sirius in Book 3, Malfoy in Book 5, strangle Mundungus in Book 6 - all of these are related to his fury over the dead, so different context. But still).

- Manipulation/ Cunning-

11 year old Harry even tries sneakily - waking up early to get his letter (unfortunately didn't work). The other sneaky methods he has employed throughout the series is - not telling Dursleys at end of PS that he is not allowed magic at home, threatens Dudley with it in COS, not telling them Sirius is innocent to play up the threat of a murderous godfather to keep them accountable, and also the smooth way he negotiates with Uncle Vernon for Hogsmeade letter. ("Well it will be hard work, pretending to aunt Marge that I go to St Whatsits" ,"Knocking the stuffing out of me won't make Aunt Marge forget what I could tell her"). He similarly displays his negotiation and playing to what he knows about people with Slughorn in Book 6, Pettigrew in Book 7.

The scene with Slughorn is disturbing, with Harry coercing a drunk Slughorn to give up his memory. You can argue that this is the influence of Felix Felicis, but I think the potion acted more as facilitation. The disturbing way Harry brings up his mother's murder to unnerve Slughorn is his own doing. ("Voldemort stepped over my father's body towards mum" "I forgot - you liked her, didn't you?"). Again, in a life threatening situation, Harry plays to Pettigrew's latent guilt: "You are going to kill me? After I saved your life? You owe me Wormtail!"

2. Relational justice over abstract justice

Harry's concept of justice is relational and based on his high empathy for the underdog. He notices power dynamic in a situation and empathises with the victim. This is in contrast to Hermione, who has more abstract, bigger picture view of justice. It's no wonder that Hermione is the one who is the most political of the three.

His high empathy for the underdog and needing to stand up for them is because he feels responsiblility that no one should go through what he went through. He stands up for Neville in PS and encourages him to stand up for himself. When he sees his father bullying Snape, it is not about an abstract "this is wrong behavior". Harry goes further: "Harry knew what it felt like to be taunted among a circle of onlookers" , Harry focuses on young Snape's mismatched clothes because he himself knows what it's like to wear clothes that are not yours or ones that make you look ridiculous. His empathy extends to Voldemort too - understanding why he may not want to go back to his orphanage and desire to be in Hogwarts, wondering why Merope wouldn't stay alive for her son, his fixation with Voldemort's maimed soul in King's Cross chapter and later asking Voldemort to feel remorse (" I have seen what you will become otherwise"). Even his reaction to Dobby in COS - "Can't anyone help you? Can't I?" when Dobby talks about his slavery. Hermione is usually seeing the bigger picture, Harry sees the individual.

3. Pathological mistrust of adults

He is less likely of the trio to take an adult at their words or be assured by them when they say they are taking care of things. He has learnt, from a very young age, that he is always expected to take care of himself. And the times he does take things to adult, they consistently disappoint him - by patronising him or acting like he is a child, neither of which he has tolerance for or appreciates. This is why he takes to Sirius and Lupin, who exhibit neither of these communication patterns. In some ways, Mr Weasley too.

Umbridge's abuse of him for him is framed as a battle of wills between her and him, as if he is an equal. And he loses if he complains - "not giving her a satisfaction of knowing she got to me". Harry's worldview has always been - adult vs him.

His inability to trust adults even extends to the ability of adults he likes to look after themselves. While Sirius is understandably a wreck in OOTP, he has by and large followed Dumbledore's orders. This doesn't register with Harry (Ron points it out: "Sirius listens to Dumbledore even though he doesn't like what he hears") and Harry's fears about Sirius, excaberated by Sirius's tendency for recklessness, comes to play.

He even showed similar distrust in Lupin's judgement in taking a potion from Snape in POA ("Harry felt the urge to knock the goblet out of Lupin's hands" and tries to hint at Lupin that Snape will "do anything" for DADA job). And he shows this once again with the most magically powerful wizard he knows - Dumbledore. ("if I tell you to abandon me and save yourself, you must do so". Dumbledore has to insist on this before Harry nods reluctantly. It's also Dumbledore's wording, but this is a wizard Harry feels safe with almost entirely because of his power - and yet Harry cannot obey an order like this without reluctance). It's not about Harry's own ability to take care of them - he just innately cannot leave people to it.

4. Humor as a value and coping mechanism

Harry has an established coping mechanism by the time we are introduced to him - quip in the face of danger/ dark humor. There are repeated instances of Harry amusing himself with snarky comments in his head when things are really bad for him. Like in PS, when they are in the hut, Harry wonders if the roof will fall in and then thought that if it did fall in, he might be warmer. In the earlier books (before his growth), he seems to value Ron over Hermione simply because he is more "fun". Harry enjoys being around funny people like Ron, Weasley twins, later Ginny simply because there is some dark stuff happening with him and he needs "fun" people for semblance of normalcy, escape. In fact, this desire is so strong, he attaches it to his romantic relationships: Ginny is a "blissful oblivion" and times with her are "something out of someone else's life". His relationship with Cho failed because her coping mechanism is discussing her trauma and Harry's is escaping it.

-dealing with conflict with people he likes, small digression-

A part of his growing up in later books includes valuing Hermione as much he values Ron and we see it in display in HBP, where he is more willing to stand up for her to Ron (something he kind of did more quietly before in POA - "can't you give her a break?" ) and also get confrontational with her instead of using Ron as a buffer between them to fend off her more boisterous/ bossy tendencies. ("let him make up his mind" "skip the lecture" "don't nag" - Ron took the heat in earlier books. In HBP, Harry is more willing to be irritable with her in a day-to-day interaction - "I hope you enjoy yourself" he tells Hermione when she states her intention to investigate Half Blood Prince. Or when she tests the book - "Finished? Or do you want to see if it does backflips?" "Do you have rub it in Hermione, how do you think I feel now?" at the end of HBP. ) In OOTP, his best method to deal with her when she bothers him was lying, avoiding her nagging and if that doesn't work, explode and treat her to display of his temper. There is more to explore here, of course - even with regard to how he deals with Mrs Weasley in Book 4, 5 and the difference of him hugging her in Book 7.

5. Fascination with the dead/ a passive death wish

Harry feels remarkably little sense of betrayal knowing that he was set up to die by Dumbledore. His self sacrificing streak is rooted in his love, yes, but I also think Harry is a little bit too fascinated by death, not surprising considering most people he loved are dead. Him wanting the resurrection stone in DH, him obsessively spending time at Mirror of Erised (to the point he feels feverish and Ron thinking he looks strange) until Dumbledore stops him, him almost wanting to fail to learn a Patronus because he wants to hear his parents voice, the hearing of whispering voices in the Veil in OOTP which only Luna could hear apart from him, the scene at the grave where he almost wishes he was "lying under the snow" with his parents, the possession scene in the book of OOTP has him wishing to die so he can be with Sirius. You can almost argue the Harry has, in many moments, shown raw desire of death. In fact, him choosing to let go of the stone and not go looking for it is a big character decision for him.

I also want to address Harry's temper and how that develops over course of series, the implications of understanding the people he loved and put on pedestal are flawed - but I am afraid this post is already way too long. So I will leave that for some time later.

#harry james potter #harry potter #harry potter character analysis #hp meta #Vernon Dursley #dudley Dursley #hermione granger #ginny weasley #ron weasley #sirius black #remus lupin #albus Dumbledore #lily and james potter #weasley twins #how Dursleys abuse molded Harry #all of Harry's heroic traits are trauma responses #Severus snape #in this house we stan harry james potter #philosopher's stone #chamber of secrets #order of phoenix #deathly hallows #tw:abuse and neglect #hp character analysis #harry potter meta

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

On the Side

Warnings: noncon and rape, forced breeding/pregnancy, intimidation, abuse of power, breaking and entering, cheating.

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You try to forget Andy but he won’t forget you..

Based on this drabble request:

Andy Barber + breeding/forced pregnancy + “how did you get in here?” + I want chaos, maybe the reader figures out she is pregnant or something. Abuse of authority by him or maybe a post kid scene by Andy. I would love if a post kid glimpse is included and how the reader is scared af of Andy with time. @oneoftheprettynerds​

(fuck tumbler not letting me click on the gif I wanted but whatever, it’s Andy)

🧸🧸🧸

Nothing was like it used to be, especially you. Your hands shook when you were lost in thought, when you thought of him, and that happened often. How could you not every morning when you woke up and found yourself bigger than the last? As your stomach grew and made it harder to forget?

Even when the nausea dissipated, the ache in your hips took its place as the shadow of his deed. 

You laid on the couch, your head against the arm and your hand on your stomach. You dozed off quickly as the television buzzed. There was so much to do but you didn’t have the energy; dishes, mopping, sweeping, you really should take the trash out too. All those worries faded but were replaced by another in your subconscious.

The memory twisted in your mind to a nightmare. Jacob was too old for a babysitter but Laurie also didn’t trust him after his run-in with the law, the story that painted the Nelson headlines for months. You were a bit old yourself to be watching kids for under minimum wage but it was as much a favour as it was a job.

After your placement at the children’s home ended, it was just a temporary gig. And with your modest pay often came a free meal. Jacob was a twerp, he hated that you were his personal chaperone, that at his age he was being treated like a toddler. You couldn’t fault him but neither could you his mother.

And Andy, her husband, he thought it was sort of funny when he wasn’t brooding over his son or lecturing him. He wasn’t as suspicious or shifty around Jacob as his wife, but he still added weight to the load on the adolescent’s shoulders. He wanted him to stay out of trouble until at least college but that would be a whole other can of worms.

Then that night. You were stupid. You didn’t realise Jacob climbed out his window and when Andy came back to find him gone, you got the rant usually reserved for his son. Laurie tried to placate him but you could tell she was worried and just as frustrated with you. But his music had kept going and you swore you heard him in there.

Andy drove you around in silence, broken only by another verbal thrashing. Laurie was stupid to think she could hire a nanny for Jacob but you were worse for letting a teenager outsmart you. Then he stopped and you realised how far out you were. Jacob wouldn’t be around here, not in the slums. He was a brat but he hung with the suburban troublemakers.

“I’ll let Laurie know I decided to fire you,” he said as he shifted into park and killed the engine, “can’t trust you. Maybe you can handle primary schoolers but not our son.”

“Mr. Barber,” you begged in your distorted voice.

Your mind skipping forward and suddenly he was on top of you, the seat reclined beneath you as your shirt was twisted above your chest and your pants on the floor in front of your seat. Andy thrusted between your legs and sent pain through your spine. You tried to tell him to stop but your tortured subconscious muted you. His touch and your fear suffocated you.

You woke with a start and sat up with a groan. You blinked as you tried to shake away the dream. He was there. Sitting in the chair just watching you. It had been almost six months and suddenly he was there.

“How did you get in here?” you gasped and turned your legs over the couch, “how--” you touched your forehead, “I’m still sleeping. It’s a bad dream--”

“You’re clever,” he said and the timbre of his voice assured you that you really were awake, “not answering my calls, I thought you needed time. Then when I went around your mom’s, she said you suddenly packed up and moved out. How’s that when you were living off our scraps?”

“Andy, how-- get out,” you stood but not without a struggle.

His eyes fell to your stomach, “now I know why,” he rose and kept you from getting further than the end of the couch, “you just going to raise my kid in this shithole?”

“I did you a favour. I left. So she didn’t know, so no one knew,” you tried to side step him and he grabbed your upper arms, “this shithole is mine and this baby will never be yours.”

“You’re wrong,” he urged you back and nudged you off-balance, you fell back onto the couch under your own weight, “you can’t change what happened.”

“How did you find me?” you asked.

“Got friends at the PD and you called your mother last Tuesday,” he smiled as he looked down at you.

“What about Laurie? Jacob? What you did--”

“What we did,” his hand drifted down from his belt and he brushed across the bulge twitching in his pants, “it was fun, wasn’t it?”

You shook your head and tried to push yourself up. He caught your shoulders and forced you back onto the cushion. He got to his knees on the floor between yours and cradled your stomach.

“If it wasn’t, you’d have forgotten about it completely,” he said as he pushed your shirt up and rubbed your bump, “but you didn’t.”

“No,” you caught his hand, “leave me alone--”

“If I leave you alone, you’ll be out of diapers and mashed peas before the kid’s babbling,” he snarled and gripped your hand, “I’ll do my part,” his fingers traced down the crease of your thigh, “you just gotta do yours.”

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[syndromealice-blog]

Why Lily was a bad friend

I always read something like: Lily was a good girl, the best friend, but Snape was a Death Eater and he was obsessed.

I didn’t notice her like a character at all, she was more a neutral to me, because everyone said, that she was so good and so beautiful and so awesome. She was Harry’s mother and I understood that she is an important for Harry and to some people. But then I read The prince’s tale. Oh, well. How can I start? The first thing, that I didn’t like: she used Severus even they were a children. He told everything about Hogwarts and Wizarding World. I think that was a reason why she wanted to be his “friend”. Lily lived with her sister, who hated her and when Lily realized that she is a witch, she was happy, because now Lily has some privileges.

When Lily came to Hogwarts Express, there was a scene:

"You didn't think it was such a freak's school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you."

Petunia turned scarlet.

"Beg? I didn't beg!"

"I saw his reply. It was very kind."

"You shouldn't have read " whispered Petunia, "that was my private ¨how could you ?"

Lily gave herself away by half-glancing toward where Snape stood nearby. Petunia gasped.

"That boy found it! You and that boy have been sneaking in my room!"

"No" Now Lily was on the defensive. "Severus saw the envelope, and he couldn't believe a Muggle could have contacted Hogwarts, that's all!

Okay, now it seems, like she actually defense Severus, but no. She said, that Severus did that. Severus saw, Severus found... why? She defense herself, not Severus. I had the same situation in childhood and I defended my friend and said it was my fault. Lily literally enjoyed this moment, when she can show to her sister who is a muggle and who is a witch.

Then in Hogwarts:

"...thought we were supposed to be friends?" Snape was saying, "Best friends?"

"We are, Sev, but I don't like some of the people you're hanging round with! I'm sorry, but I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber! What do you see in him, Sev, he's creepy! D'you know what he tried to do to Mary Macdonald the other day?"

Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face.

"That was nothing," said Snape. "It was a laugh, that's all"

"It was Dark Magic, and if you think that's funny "

Yeah, Lily, it was a dark magic, but why you wasn’t terrifying, what James and Sirius did to your “best friend”? Or you are so good and so kind only to rich boys? Or maybe you just didn’t care.

Severus asked a logical question:

"What about the stuff Potter and his mates get up to?" demanded Snape. His color rose again as he said it, unable, it seemed, to hold in his resentment.

"What's Potter got to do with anything?" said Lily.

Oh, my God. Of course, you don’t know.

"They sneak out at night. There's something weird about that Lupin. Where does he keep going?"

"He's ill," said Lily. "They say he's ill "

"Every month at the full moon?" said Snape.

"I know your theory," said Lily, and she sounded cold. "Why are you so obsessed with them anyway? Why do you care what they're doing at night?"

He is obsessed? No, Lily, you are obsessed with defense. They bullied him all years in Hogwarts. Of course Severus hate them, it’s a normal reaction. I know, people can say, that Lily was a child, but when I was a fifteen years old, I wasn’t so stupid.

"I'm just trying to show you they're not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are."

The intensity of his gaze made her blush.

"They don't use Dark Magic, though." She dropped her voice. "And you're being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow, and James Potter saved you from whatever's down there.

“LILY, THEY TRIED TO KILL ME DOWN THERE”

They don’t use Dark Magic though

“LILY THIS MAN ON THE STREET TRYING TO RAPE A BABY”

He don’t use Dark Magic though

"I know James Potter's an arrogant toerag," she said, cutting across Snape. "I don't need you to tell me that. But Mulciber's and Avery's idea of humor is just evil. Evil, Sev. I don't understand how you can be friends with them."

A boy, who bully others not a bad, he is just a toerag. Mmmmmnmmmm

Then was a mudblood scene. She literally smiled, she didn’t help, she said: LeAvE hIm aLoNe. What? If my friend was hung upside down, I certainly wouldn't say leave him alone. I would curse the bully properly and go straight to the headmaster or at least to the teacher. Why Lily didn’t go to the headmaster or to the teachers earlier? She just didn’t care about Severus at all. Because I can’t explain, why fifteen years old girl, who sees every day, that James Potter bully her “best friend” and she does nothing. Then Severus called her a mudblood. I have one theory and I believe that’s a canon. Levicorpus was Severus’s spell. He created it. And why Lily had a successes in potions? I am sure, that Severus gave own book to her and she saw all spells. Levicorpus is non-verbal spell and no one can learn it just by hearing. So, Lily gave book to James. He read this spell and used it. If this is true (at least it seems logical), so Lily is a fucking piece of shit. She gave best friend’s book where were a hints to his bully.

Then Lily was angry and said:

Fine,' she said coolly. 'I won't bother in future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.'

Later, when Severus try to apologize, she said:

To call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?"

Yeah, girl. Like YOU, rich and beautiful human, said to poor, ugly friend wash your pants. It was a classism.

"It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends ¨ you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?"

Okay, if you already saw that he is so bad and awful, why you continued this “friendship” Why? Nobody actually forced you. Why? If he wasn’t good enough, just say: Sorry, but I think, I don’t want to be your friend anymore. That’s it. You literally can do this.

Three years later Lily was married with James, who was “ an arrogant toerag”. Hmmm, okay. Sirius and Remus said, that James didn’t bully anyone but Severus. Lily didn’t know about it. Sorry, I don’t believe.

Results:

Lily didn’t care about Severus and their “friendship”. She gaslighted him all the time. She saw how difficult was his childhood, she saw his abusive father and their life before school. She didn’t help when James bullied him. And no, saying LEAVE HIM ALONE is not a help. If she wanted to help, she did it. Lily used Severus in Potions, before school, when he told everything about Wizarding World and then she gave his book to his bully. She is not a friend. She is just a girl, who wanted something from Severus. And yes, everyone say: IT’S NOT HER JOB, HE BECAME TO A DEATH EATER AND USED DARK MAGIC. She knew that all the time. If this was a problem, she could leave. If she was terrified about death eaters shit, she could talk with him. She knew how difficult life he has. It’s not her job, that’s right. Or maybe she is just a shitty friend?

#harry potter #pro snape #anti snaters #severus snape #anti lily evans #anti lily potter

[miss-1ng]

Dimiclaude kiss prompt no. 55?

this turned out... longer than i intended lmao

also hope you're okay with a soulmate au, because this is the only idea i had for this lol! thanks for requesting <3 <3

(also a warning for spoilers about claude's backstory and maybe dimitri's a little bit but otherwise i'm pretty sure everything is spoiler-free!!)

--

His name is Khalid, is what Dimitri’s mind - wide awake from the searing sting of finally gaining his soulmark - says, barely a whisper while when Ingrid got hers, she screamed with joy the moment she found out her soulmate was Glenn.

That was a year ago, on the fourth of the Guardian Moon, precisely the day of her birth, which was celebrated with her family and friends.

It’s legend that you become of age to receive a soulmark from the day you turn twelve to the day you turn sixteen. Sylvain, two years older, had, unsurprisingly received his two years prior to Ingrid and Felix who both received theirs when they officially became of age.

Dimitri however, while not exactly a rare case, though not a complete normality, had received his a year later than which his childhood friends did, at age 13.

Her mark glistens a glittering gold on the inside of her left wrist, corresponding with Glenn’s which is on the inside of his right one. Dimitri remembers her gushing how when the first time they held hands, their marks shone when they touched.

He also remembers Felix gagging and glaring at the two lovebirds for the rest of the day, completely enraptured with one another and nothing else.

As of that day, their betrothal was made official, now that Ingrid had her mark to confirm the one Glenn owned.

That was a while back now, and today, an exact year later, is Dimitri’s birthday. The mark on his arm stings, but as his eyes really take in the word in beautiful script on his wrist, he begins to ignore the pain.

Exactly three hours later, he’s at the Felix and Glenn’s home, sitting outside on the grass with the two of them, having recently abandoned the wooden training swords. Glenn is a full four years older than all of them, except Sylvain, who is only two years older. Yet despite his age Glenn still treats them the same.

When Dimitri finally shows the two his soulmark after lots of nagging, he notices the way Felix bites his lip and averts his gaze.

But before he can question it, Felix teases “You’re going to have a boyfriend!” before bursting out into laughter.

Dimitri hadn’t even thought of that, fully focused on the fact that he has a soulmark and not on the fact that his soulmate has the name of a boy.

He… isn’t too sure what to feel about that.

“And you are too,” Glenn calls in a sing-song voice to his younger brother, only to get fiercely elbowed in the stomach. A scowl has found its way onto the bright-eyed boy’s face.

Dimitri doesn’t say a word. Felix has been oddly secretive about his soulmark ever since he got it a month after Ingrid’s, while she had been flouncing it around whenever she got the chance and wasn’t with Glenn. Though at the same time, even at thirteen, Felix has been secretive, spending more time by himself than with the group unless he was absolutely forced too.

“Shut up!” he snaps, folding his arms and pouting. “I hate you.”

“So kind, Fe,” Glenn teases with a grin, ruffling his younger brother’s hair.

Silently Dimitri wonders what it would be like if he was in Glenn’s shoes, and he had a little brother of his own.

The silence Dimitri’s indulged in gets broken with a familiar call, and Dimitri turns to see Sylvain, even taller than the last time he saw his friend, standing alongside Ingrid who immediately rushes to greet Dimitri with a hug before running over to Glenn.

“Happy birthday, Dimitri!” Sylvain hollers the second he closes the door, separating the kids from the adults indoors. He joins the group. “How does it feel to no longer be the only soulmate-less one?” He adds a wink as if the very phrase itself wasn’t terrible enough.

A collective group of groans reverberate around the circle they’ve formed.

“You’re an idiot,” Felix grumbles to the older teen, averting all eye contact and instead vouching for a heated glare at the grass. Oh, if looks could kill.

“Aww, I love you too, Fe,” Sylvain teases, still grinning merrily as if he nothing is wrong with the world.

Felix’s face flushes. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Ingrid laughs. “I can say it too, if you’d like.” She clears her throat, as if beginning some long and important speech. “Aww, I love you too, Felix.”

“Now that’s left is Dimitri,” Glenn notes, looking at him.

The younger Fraldarius looks just about ready to bolt as Dimitri says “Aww, I love you too, Felix.”

Instead, he just mutters “It’s your birthday so I’ll take it. Just this once though.”

Sylvain leans close to Dimitri and whispers in a not-so-quiet voice “A little birdy told me you received your soulmark!” Bold black cursive writing stares up at him with non-existent eyes and he feels his heart start to thud.

Thump. Thump-thump. Thump. Thump-thump.

He doesn’t reply, instead peeling his sleeve a little higher above and shows Ingrid and Sylvain his soulmark.

The taller of the two squints at it, as if it’s hard to see. Ingrid’s reaction is more surprised, by the way her eyes widen, and her jaw goes a little slack. She fixes it when she sees his eyes on her with a small smile. “That’s great, Dimitri! It’s so pretty,” she gushes in a very un-Ingrid manner, but the twinkle in her eyes is all the same. “I wonder when you’ll meet your soulmate…”

“Khalid’s not a Fódlan name,” Sylvain offhandedly comments. Dimitri frowns at him, and he hastily continues. “I mean it’s not a Fódlan name I’ve heard. Who knows? You could get some hottie from Duscur or Brigid.”

“Of course, someone from Duscur or Brigid would come all the way over for our Prince,” Glenn drily says, pecking Ingrid on the cheek at her wide-eyed smile. “We’re not getting rid of him that easily.”

--

His soulmark was something Dimitri was very focused on for a while.

Then Duscur happened and everything seemed to fall apart.

His family, his friends… everything changed. The mark on Ingrid’s wrist faded to a black splotch, and the golden writing had completely disappeared.

Felix had shut himself off completely, not leaving his room unless he was training and not talking to anyone unless he was yelling at them.

Sylvain… seemed more closed off – more subdued. Dimitri saw him less and less as the months ebbed on.

And Dimitri… Dimitri couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus, couldn’t even think. His dreams being haunted by the dead, his father begging for revenge, Glenn hissing in his ear, taunting him, his mother, crying at his feet.

“You should’ve saved us,” they hiss. “Kill them for us. Kill them all!”

It’s not the first time he wakes to a cold sweat, a scream hanging on the edge of his lips.

He’s sent to live, along with the Duscur boy he met, Dedue, at Rodrigue’s place, and there Dimitri finds it frequent where he gets the full brunt of Felix’s verbal abuse. He wants to talk back, to say it wasn’t his fault, but he can’t find the words, can’t even find the motivation to speak. Instead, he just nods, silent, and Dedue finds him, concern lingering in his gaze.

It’s like that for a while.

Then the rebellion happens, and Felix seems to hate him even more.

--

It’s almost a relief when he arrives to the Officers Academy.

There he meets Edelgard von Hresvelg (or reunites, perhaps, if his hunch is in fact correct), heir to the Empire, and Claude von Riegan, heir to House Riegan.

Claude is… well… Claude is a lot of things.

In their audience with Rhea, he is stiff and stoic-faced, though the second they’re released from the chamber, he introduces himself properly to Dimitri. “So, you’re the prince,” he says with a wink. “Nice to meet you.”

“It is good to meet you too,” says Dimitri in return, dipping his head. He offers a small smile.

It’s not the only time they talk. As the year ebbs on, Dimitri gets to know Claude, should it be through sparring together, or even tea times Claude has insisted on. Claude is… well, first of all he’s nice and he’s kind, and he’s also very funny. He seems to bring a smile to Dimitri’s face whenever he’s around, and not only that but he’s…

…he’s beautiful.

Maybe it’s his smile, Dimitri supposes, his genuine one, or maybe those piercing green eyes. He’s also been good looking.

Sometimes when they train, Dimitri catches himself staring, and Claude’s caught him too, offering a wink and a teasing comment without any heat.

Not only that but Dimitri’s heart flutters whenever he’s around Claude, and he has to remind himself constantly that this isn’t okay because Claude is not his soulmate. The mark on his wrist proves just that much.

“You’re staring, your Highness.”

Dimitri flinches, almost forgetting that Sylvain is opposite him, lazily twirling his lance. He smirks at his childhood friend. “Got your eyes on someone?”

It would be great if he was immune to Sylvain’s teasing, but he is only human, and heat rises to his cheeks. “No!” His voice sounds a few pitches higher than it usually is. He clears his throat, averting his gaze from Claude who turns away from Hilda who he’s sparring with (how he got her to do so remains a mystery to the school) to offer a questioning brow. “I mean, uh, no. Of course not.”

“Sure, sure.”

Sylvain doesn’t sound at all convinced. He leans closer, whispering in Dimitri’s ear, “I mean Riegan is pretty hot. I don’t think even your soulmate would blame you for checking him out.”

Dimitri splutters, “W-what?”

“I have to go,” Sylvain says. “Pick up some of the ladies- oh, hey, Fe!” He runs off towards the direction of Felix who enters the training ground, and Dimitri doesn’t stop him, staring into the distance as his cheeks turn redder and redder as the seconds pass.

--

Nevertheless, Dimitri still goes out of his way to spend his time with Claude, pointedly ignoring his soulmark whenever he does.

“Your princliness!” Claude calls, waving in greeting as he runs over to him. Dimitri tries not to blush when he yet again winks.

“Claude!” He tries his hardest not to sound too surprised. “What-what are you doing here?”

He looks amazing. Dressed in a sharp suit he’s seen many of the other students wearing, his hair tousled and falling in front of his eyes. “I think the proper question is what are you doing here? Dedue’s worried about you. Says you haven’t even showed up to the ball and-”

Dimitri’s brain seems to shut off, his mind not listening as he surges forwards, closing the distance between them with a kiss.

It lasts two seconds. Maybe three.

Because immediately after their lips touch Dimitri lets go, eyes wide. “I- that was out of line,” he rushes. “I’m sorry, Claude, I shouldn’t have done that-”

But Claude pulls him back in, and Dimitri feels the mark on his wrist burn and-

He stares down at it, watching the white handwriting shimmer to gold. “What…?”

“I have been waiting so long to do that,” Claude breathes, oblivious to Dimitri’s confusion. He raises an eyebrow, clutching his hands. “Hey, what’s wrong…?”

“Khalid,” Dimitri breathes. Claude’s eyes widen. “That’s your name?”

“I-” Claude pauses, before nodding. “Yes. It is.”

Dimitri pulls him close, arms wrapping around him. He kisses Claude – or is it Khalid? – again, and again, and again. “It’s a beautiful name.”

“Mmhm.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Their night ends not in the ballroom, but outside under the moonlight, the memory of soft kisses and warm embraces never to leave Dimitri’s mind.

#fe3h #dimiclaude #request #kiss prompt #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #my fanfics

[darksuna]

🤍toxic

pairing: Suna x fem!reader

warnings: physical/verbal abuse, non-con, !R*PE!, kinda housewife relationship, sexist suna, mentions of forced marriage, misogynist suna, unprotected sex, (lmk if you find more!)

also be aware of: grammar and spelling errors. (mane, i got tired of this story. I wrote this on 3 different days)

Never in a million years would you’ve thought, you’d find yourself in this position; his heavy body covering your small form, his large hand muffling your desperate cries for help, while his other hand tightly locks your small writs above your head.

this’ gonna leave bruises you thought, but that of course was your smallest problem right now.

Nervously looking at the clock above the doorframe, you’re waiting for the sound of keys to chime. Today is the day. Today is the day, you’d finally gain your freedom and independence back, which you lost two years ago, after agreeing to date this man.

If you could erase one of your past mistakes it would be becoming Rintarō Sunas girlfriend, a decision, that turned your life to living hell.

The thought of being college sweathearts with an successful professional middle blocker might’ve sounded enviable at first, but the longer you’ve been with him, it was all the more doomed for you. The laid-back, funny and caring boyfriend turned into a moody, manipulative and unfaithful tyrant.

The worse part was your upcoming marriage your parents and you have arranged to uplift his career and seal the bond of your love , like your mother said. But of course you knew she was just after his money.

5 more minutes.

You play with the handle of your small suitcase as you desperately try to calm yourself down, your heart beating faster with every passing second.

Fuck. Should you really do this? Maybe you should just give up and live your life like you did before. As long as you behaved, Suna wasn’t too bad anyway.

,,Get your act together!‘‘, you mumble to yourself, as you light slap yourself in the face. You‘ve been planning this for the longest now, there is no going back!

Suddenly you hear keys rumbling on the door and the light in the hallways turn on. Wiping your sweaty palms on your thigh highs, you almost faint due to your anxiety.

As his footsteps get closer, you feel your head spinning. The dizziness making it hard to keep your composure.

,,Y/N?“, it chimed before a brown haired man enters the living room. His lazy hazel eyes mustering your anxious form sitting on the cold leather couch.

,,What‘s up with all that?“, Suna asks with his always bored voice, pointing at your luggage.

,,Hello Rin. I- I got something to tell you“, you stumble as confident as possible, tapping the free space on the couch, implying for him to sit next to you.

,,Can’t that wait? I‘m tired and fucking hungry. Those fucking sponsors talk way too much“, he groans annoyed, walking straight to your shared bedroom not paying you any mind.

Confused you twist your torso, to follow his actions with your eyes.

,,But Rin I-“

,,You still didn’t tell me why you got all them suitcases. Did you book a surprise vacation again? I already told you, vacation this time around is rather counterproductive.“, he cuts you off, casually taking off his tie as he looks at his tall form in the mirror. ,,Why don’t you ever listen?“, he sighs.

Standing in the doorframe, you nervously play with the hem of your skirt.

,,Rin, vacations are not what I wanted to talk about“, you mumble. Suna throws a quick questioning look at you, before looking back in the mirror. You take his silence as a sign to continue.

,,I‘m leaving.“

Raising an eyebrow at himself, Suna takes off his suit jacket and throws it on the bed, his shirt and pants following soon after.

,,Leaving where? To the supermarket?“, he asks ironically. He turns around, facing you but you immediately lower your gaze.

,,Don’t act like you’ve never seen this before. Why are you so weird today?“, he asks again, his voice filled with serious confusion and annoyance.

,,Rintarō, I‘m leaving you. For good. I just don’t think I can do this anymore“, you start anxiously waiting for an reaction, but nothing comes. ,,What we‘re doing isn’t good for neither you nor me. W-we‘re ruining the both of us and I just think..- I think it‘s time for us to set our li-“

,,Did you cook already? I‘m hungrier than a motherfucker.“ And again. He cut you off mid sentence again. Suna always does his, whenever he gets tired of your voice or as he says ,thinks you‘ve talked more than a woman should for the day‘.

,,What‘re you standing there for? Put my stuff back and prepare my dinner”, he demands, pushing you aside as he walkes back to the living room.

,,Also put those fucking bags away and go get me some sweatpants, stupid.” With a ,tch’ noise, Suna gave you one last despising gaze. With that, the conversation was over for him, but you couldn’t just give up, now that you’ve told him how you really feel.

,,See, this is why I wanna leave your raunchy ass!”, you yell, clenching your fists in anger. Suna stops his actions, replaying your words in his head.

,,The fuck did you just say?”

,,You heard me right, Rin! I’m so tired of the way you treat me! You’re always rude and mean to me. It’s like you despise me! Also you always come home late at night, acting like I don’t know you’re fucking, I don’t know how many bitches, outside and if you ever come home like today, all I get is you pushing me around like your fucking house slave! I’m tired of this Rintarō. I can’t do this no more!” Your breath is uneven by the end of your outburst.

As you realize what you’ve just said panic starts to take in the space of the previous anger. Suna was way too calm for your liking and that only means no good.

,,O my god, I-I’m sorry Rin! I didn’t mean what I just said, honestly!”, you stumble worried as you step forward and gently place your cold fingers on his warm biceps. You know the damage was already done, when you felt his large hand around your small neck, cutting off your air supply.

Your big eyes stare at his insane looking ones as his face is so close to yours, not even a sheet of paper could fit between you.

,,So that’s what you’ve been thinking about me, you ungrateful little slut, huh?“, Suna whispers threatening. ,,After all I‘ve done for you, letting you stay in this expensive ass penthouse, paying for your fucking slutty clothes“, he continues through gritted teeth, throwing your weak body on the floor.

Suddenly you feel his fist colliding with your face, a penetrating beep sound sabotaging your hearing.

,,Fuck, I‘m paying all your fucking bills and you wanna complain about me expecting food by the end of the fucking day?“, he hisses fake laughing as his hard fists constantly hit your small form.

,,Rin, please stop!“, you beg, scrunched up in a ball to protect your body as tears are forming in your eyes but those aren’t tears of pain. These are tears or utter shock. Rin was indeed moody and verbally abusive sometimes, but he never went as far as hitting you. Never.

Abruptly he stops, wiping under his nose with his fist. You lurk up from between your hands as you see him kneel over you, mustering your body.

,,You wanna know something?“, he mumbles absent. ,,You were right, I‘ve been fucking other bitches. You just became too prudish and all these easy cunts were just waiting to be fucked by me.“

His rough hand strokes the free space between your thigh highs and your panties. Confused you pull your eyebrows together, lightly flinching away.

,,But damn, I forgot how hot you actually are.“ His hungry hazel eyes pierce through yours. A cold shiver runs down your spine as you realize his intimation, but before you can react his greedy hands grab your thighs, pulling you towards him.

,,No, Rin! What are you doing?“, you ask scared.

,,Didn’t you just complain about me fucking other bitches?“, he repeats your words from earlier, ripping your panties apart.

You try to push his hands off of you, but he angrily grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. Again his flat palm collides with your soft cheek, leaving a stinging feeling on it. You gasp in shock.

,,Stop fighting, fucking whore“, he curses pulling his boxers down. ,,I‘m just giving you what you wanted.”

,,Rintarō, you don’t have to do this! I‘m sorry! I-I‘m so sorry but please-", you plead desperat. Tears are streaming down your face as you feel him adjusting yourself in front of you entrance. You try to press your thighs together, but Suna simply rips them apart with ease.

,,You asked for it, and you shall receive“, he hums before thrusting inside of you. A pained scream escapes your throat. His length stretching your dry insides to an painful degree.

,,Shut the hell up. I don’t need them nosy neighbors to knock on my fucking door“, he demands with a cold voice.

,,Rintarō, it hurts! Please stop“, you continue your pleas through tears but Suna continues his angry thrusts. He rolls on top of you, taking your abilities to squirm for freedom underneath hin.

,,You dumb slut, didn’t I tell you to shut that dirty mouth of yours?“, he asks irritated, slapping his large hand over your mouth.

,,Can’t stand your fucking voice“, he groans annoyed.

His thrusts are hard and steady, his cock continuously knocking at your cervix. You shake your head under his head as the amount of pain, physically and mentally, rises to an almost unbearable degree.

,,Keep acting like that and I‘ll fuck the shit outta you all night“, he threatens, his lazy eyes looking at yours so dangerously, you know he is serious.

His words weren’t even necessary to stop you from trying, your motivation to fight leaving sooner than you thought.

Grunting and moaning Suna rocks his hips into your tight cunt, enjoying every second of his power over you.

,,Look how cute you are, when you actually shut the fuck up. Dumb whore, who do you think you are?“, he asks. ,,Yelling at me, calling me raunchy,“ he chuckles outraged, ,,cursing up a strom and complaining about being my little house wife.“

,,You‘re a useless woman, only existing for male pleasure and wellbeing. A stupid fucktoy, a bimbo you are“, he mutters, his thrust becoming harder with each word.

Suna squeezes your cheeks, pouting your lips.

,,You understand that, you bitch? You’re mine. You belong to me and you’ll never leave me. Know your fucking place, whore!“ He throws your weak head back, your hope for help long gone.

,,Answer!“ He yells with a hard thrust.

,,Y-yes, I understand“, you pant, silent tears rolling down your temples.

,,Hm, good girl. Such a good little bitch for me.“

You stare at the ceiling counting the remaining thrusts until Suna shoots his load in you with a loud groan. He pulls his cock out of you used cunt, adjusting himself in his boxers.

,,Yo, I‘m still hungry. I want to see food on the table after I‘m done showering“, he demands as he‘s standing up.

,,And clean yourself up. You look fucking disgusting“, he mutters despicable, leaving you undone, his sticky liquids running down your bruised thighs and the sensation of his rough touches still on your body.

Maybe, just maybe, you should’ve changed your mind, before he came home.

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I’ll Fight For You

a/n: lmao i swear i’m fine, just needed good ol’ kiri to assist me in a v self-indulgent fic. also, sorry for taking forever to write something yoinks

notes: did i read through this after i wrote it? nope. we’re fucking rolling with the audacity of not even a single ounce of beta-ing. requests are open :) find my masterlist here

pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader | genre: angst (w/happy ending) / hurt/comfort | warnings: abusive mother (mental/verbal), a father who doesn’t intervene | word count: 2,018

Your boyfriend was practically vibrating with nerves as he adjusted his hair in the mirror. It was artfully piled on top of his head, his dark roots making a sharp contrast against the vibrant red.

“Ei,” you smiled, “you’re gonna be fine.”

He worried his sharp teeth against his bottom lip, frowning all the while. “But what if they--?”

“They’re going to love you, Ei. Probably even more than they love me,” you joke, coming up behind Eijirou’s monstrously large form. Hero work had been both kind and harsh on him but he made it look effortlessly good. You gently slid your arms around his waist as you angled yourself so that you could still eye his reflection.

“I’m just… worried, is all.”

You cock your eyebrow. “About what, Ei?”

He incredulously meets your gaze through the mirror. “What do you mean, about what?!”

It dawns on you a little bit. “Oh, well, she’s not going to be mean to you, Ei. She knows how to play nice when it counts. And you, good sir, count.”

“That’s not as reassuring as it is worrying, you know.”

“My mother is just a little intense, babe, it’s nothing I’m not used to. Like I said, she knows how to tone it down in front of others. I’m sure tonight will be fine. I probably just exaggerate everytime I whine about her, so she’s probably not even half as bad as I make her sound,” you shrug, leaning more into Eijirou’s side.

“Baby,” he sighs, twisting a little to look directly at you, no mirror this time. His eyes are sad yet firm as if wishing you to understand that there’s no need to defend yourself with him.

You squeeze him tighter before letting go and walking to the door. “C’mon, we’ll be late if we don’t leave now.”

❁

You always forget that you don’t really ever exaggerate your mother’s behavior towards you until you’re around her again. Everything as far as introducing your boyfriend to your parents has been going incredibly smoothly. Your dad enthusiastically engaged Eijirou in hero stories, talking about Red Riot’s  most recent media appearance where he was dressed in pajamas and carrying tubs of various ice creams you both had wanted to try when he dropped everything to prevent a construction beam from falling on clueless bystanders. Only one tub of ice cream had survived and luck had it that it was your least favorite flavor combination. Your mother praised Eijirou for his success and his coupling good looks at which she winked, making your boyfriend flush both at the phrase and the uncomfortable comments your mother directed at him. You winced at that, having forgotten to prepare him for the habitual talent your mother had of sexualizing anything, especially if it would ‘embarrass’ her child.

Your mother had made off handed comments throughout the whole night that you seemed to be the only one to pick up on. Your dad might have noticed a few but, as usual, he only looked at you apologetically, never interrupting his wife to stand up for you.

As much as you loved both of your parents and as much as they had their good moments, this fucking sucked.

“--not that she’s any good with that quirk of hers, of course,” your mother snickered as she brought the glass to her lips. You had become a good actor over the years in order to avoid your mother’s bullying over your ‘sensitiveness’, but something about her dismissing your hard work always immediately dismantled whatever mask you had thrown on. To cover what you know must be a crestfallen look, you give a laugh, something that could be called half-hearted at best. Your eyes remained trained on your food. “Oh come on, Y/n, that was funny.”

You chuckled again, hoping to force some genuineness into it. “Yeah--”

“No, it wasn’t,” Eijirou immediately cuts you off, voice straining with anger. You felt your face drain of blood as you noticed how tightly he was gripping his chopsticks. He was fuming. You don’t think you’d ever seen him angry before. The thought scared you. “That was just mean.”

Your mother quirked an unimpressed, subtly pissed brow at your boyfriend. “Don’t be sensitive, Eijirou. House rules: if it’s mean but funny, it’s okay.”

“As long as you get a laugh from it, it’s okay to abuse your child?” He spits at her like venom.

Your mother sets her glass down, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You heard--”

You slap a hand over Eijirou’s bicep, squeezing so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up bruising. “It’s fine! Nothing I’m used to! I grew up on the ‘if it’s mean but funny’ rule, so it’s fine.”

The look he gave you was of incredulous anger. “No, it is not--!”

“Please, Ei. Please, just--,” you averted your eyes, ashamed of your own familiar defeat. “Just sit.”

Shamefully, you slide back into your seat, nervously smoothing out a napkin back onto your lap. Eijirou still stood beside you, staring daggers at your mother who effortlessly returned it. His fists were balled, the veins in his hands flexing with the effort of restraining himself. His jaw snapped shut with an audible clamp as he resolved himself to sitting back down.

Your dad clears his throat, more so than necessary as if the harder he did it, the better he could dissipate the tension. “Done, everyone?” No one answers him. He takes that as the go ahead to begin clearing dishes, desperately jumping at the opportunity to escape your mother’s impending tantrum. You loved your dad very much but, god, he was nothing if not a coward, always leaving you to fight your own battles. You don’t think you’ve ever won.

Your mother returns her cold attention to you, the ice starting to thicken and your mother’s hollow kindness starting to retreat along with her patience. “What are you even doing to help train your quirk, sweetie?”

Taken aback, you met her gaze. “W-what do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t ever see you doing anything at all to help. You do realize that training takes work, right? What does it take? It takes--,” your mother trailed off, flourishing both hands to motion for you to finish the sentence.

“Effort--”

“Effort!” She clapped with your word. “It takes effort! And I only want the best for you, sweetheart, which is why I’m just asking what you’re doing. From where I stand, it doesn’t look like you’re doing anything at all to help improve yourself! As your mother, your concerned mother, I’m just looking out for you, sweetheart.”

Your mind is reeling at her words. You so badly want to defend yourself, assert all of the effort that you have painstakingly put in-- but you are reminded of the precise way your mother is able to leech any ounce of power or confidence from you. You would think that was her quirk if you didn’t know any better. “Mom, I am putting effort in, I train almost everyday--”

“Do you really?” Her voice drips with venomous shock. “It certainly doesn’t look like you do,” she gestures vaguely at you, eyeing your body with a vulture’s gaze. “Maybe you should consider morning and night. Oh! And a diet change, too. You know, since the popular heroes have a specific look to them and I just want to make sure that you can fit that. Since it’s your dream to be a popular hero. Like I said, you have to be willing to put in the effort. Oh, sweetie, don’t look at me like that. You know the difficult position I’m in! Trying to encourage you and help you achieve your dreams while not seeming too enthusiastic. You’re putting that stress on me, sweetie, I’m only trying to help.”

It really was incredible how quickly your mother could erase any confidence you had. Normally, you would stand beaming, more than happy to assert yourself and stand up for yourself and others. All it took was a couple words from your mother, and you turned into a dog with its head down and its tail between its legs, fearful of its master.

Your gut sank and hatred swirled throughout your body for both yourself and her as you once again let her have power over you. “You’re right. Sorry, Mom--”

“Do you know where your daughter ranks as a hero?”

Stunned, you both glanced at Eijirou, having almost completely forgotten that he was there. Throughout her tirade, you had felt a tragically familiar loneliness, used to having to defend yourself when no one, not even your other family members, would. Used to always submitting and used to the shame that always accompanied your forced silence.

“What?” She spat.

“I asked if you knew your daughter’s ranking. I just was wondering, is all. It would make sense if you weren’t aware that she ranks in the top 30 since you were asking about the effort she puts in. I would think that that accomplishment -- at such a young age, too, might I add -- was evidence enough of the countless hours, blood, sweat, and tears that she has poured into this. The effort she’s painstakingly put in. You’re right that being a hero is her dream, and she’s a damn good one, too. Saved my life more than once with ‘that quirk of hers’,” he sneered bitterly. “And, on top of that, she’s so beautiful through and through that sometimes it’s all I can do to stare at her in awe. Your thinly veiled shaming of her appearance is never the result of a mother’s so-called difficult situation, only the result of your own insecurities.”

Eijirou suddenly stands, having finally had more than enough for one night. “The only gratitude I will ever have towards you is for bringing this wonderful woman into this world. I hope one day you’ll actually realize how amazing your daughter is and how proud of her you ought to be. Because I am. I am so incredibly proud of her and her accomplishments and the results of her efforts.”

“And who’s to say that I’m not proud of her, Eijirou?”

He scoffs. Eijirou, the kindest, most patient man you know, scoffs in your mother’s face. “Haven’t you ever heard that actions speak louder than words?”

Your mother gapes up at him, opening and closing her mouth like a fish. In that moment, she resembles a fish and you couldn’t be more pleased with that comparison.

“He’s right, mom.” You rise to join him. “I know you love me. I have no choice but to believe it because I think it would destroy me if I didn’t. But maybe someday I won’t constantly have to defend myself to you and you’ll accept the things I say without dismissing them. You always say you admire me most for my assertiveness but you shut me down anytime I use it to stand up for myself against you. And that makes you nothing but a hypocrite.” You stare her down, reveling in the confidence Eijirou gives you in this thing against your mother. For the first time, you are not alone as you fight this battle. For the first time, you have help. And for the first time, you feel like you’ve won. “Now if you’ll excuse us.”

You take Eijirou’s hand and lead him out of the house, leaving your parents to stare after you in shock. As soon as you make it out, cold air hits you like a slap in the face that harshly wakes you from a daze.

“Holy shit, Ei, did I just stand up to my mom?”

He laughs and squeezes your hand. “It was pretty manly, too.” You laugh breathlessly, still in disbelief as you push your other fist against his arm. “And you know,” he continues, “that I’m the best judge of that.”

“That must mean a lot,” you grin, swinging your linked hands between you as you walk further from your parents’ home, feeling the fullness of a good meal and a battle won.

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#i'll fight for you #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #hurt/comfort #abusive mother tw #tw abusive mother #mha x reader #bro this fic lowkey fvcking sucks lmao so sorry that this is the first thing you see from me in a while #like it just feels really rushed which it probably is but it's incredibly self-indulgent and it fulfills my purposes so it's good enough #for me that is