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izzielizzie · 2 years

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I don't remember if you've already made a similar post but what is your opinion about all the changes they made from the book in oouil? And your opinion in general about the show

oh god i genuinely stopped talking about the show like three episodes in because i was mad but i think it's been enough time to talk about it without sounding insane

#1: Detention

there was no reason to make the b4 have different reasons for getting detention. the phones was a good red herring when nate was a suspect, and a good way to show that none of the people in detention should have been in detention. all the different reasons were boring tbh

#2: The Distraction

the car crash added a lot of drama, but also it was a solid lead. it was the first time anyone other than maeve realized simon was involved.

#3: Keely/Cooper

i actually liked this change? a little? cooper's relationship with keely and his brother was a lot more interesting to watch, and only made sense because of other changes (namely, the popular groups' secrets). however, i'm sad cooper missed the chance to really step away from expectations (the perfect girlfriend) to what he wants (kris).

#4: Vanessa/TJ

i didn't really like vanessa as a character in the show tbh (she was funnier than book vanessa i'll give her that) but her relationship with tj kind of took away from the whole point of having tj in the book: tj was an outsider. he was sort of a reprieve for addy. everyone in her friend group was sitting passively while she struggled with jake, but tj, who, for all intents and purposes, wasn't really part of the group, was able to say "hey. what jake is doing is wrong. everyone can see that". this tj is too busy being vanessa's bf to do that properly.

#5: Addy/Jake

tbh i kind of liked jake/addy as a couple in the first episode. they were adorable. the trouble with the show was that there was no way to see jake was a bad boyfriend. in the book, jake did things that made me feel uncomfortable. he didn't let addy around other boys. he didn't want her to wear a sweater at night because it wasn't cute. those are small things that definitely show ho unhealthy the relationship was, and makes everything that happens make sense.

#6: Addy/TJ

i sort of hate the fact that tj was a suspect. his entire character was supposed to just be a friend to addy. not whatever he was.

#7: Addy

i know, i know that this is a tv show and we don't get internal dialogue and that's where addy mostly grew but seriously? going back to jake? ahhhhhh i can't even talk about it i hate it so much

#8: Bronwyn

i never really loved bronwyn? i mean she's a great character and she's super important but she's never been my favorite narrator or rojas sister or character tbh but here she was sometimes insufferable. i don't even have a reason it was a vibe? also the way she treated her sister? the fact that she thought maeve was a murderer??? book bronwyn would never.

#9: Maeve

speaking of the rojas sisters... WHAT THE HELL??? maeve's character was ruined which is so sad because melissa is an amazing actress and would have really captured book maeve so well. i sort of hated her outfits? she was always described in jeans and t-shirts which fits her vibes more than whatever she wore in the show. and her cancer trauma wasn't talked about at all unless it was about simon? and the whole simon friendship was stupid because she hated him. the fact that she outed cooper was... i can't even talk about it, it makes me so mad. and her and janae? book maeve hated janae for very valid reasons. am i happy that there is a universe in which it's cannon that maeve is bi? yes. but i hate who she's paired with.

#10: Cooper

cooper was so agressive? and angry? and not coop at all? i didn't like it.

#11: Kris

kris?? babe??? what??? he was supposed to be a haven for cooper, someone who loves him unconditionally even though cooper was too scared to tell the truth. dumping cooper because he wasn't out yet was the opposite of what kris would do.

#12: The Bayview Four

the whole allure of oouil is that they band together to solve the murder and that if they hadn't then their lives would have gone downhill. maeve even says so in the first chapter of oouin. they spent the entire time arguing and it makes no sense. they're still not close and a whole season has passed

#13: Jake and Simon

a dare?? a fucking dare??? and now they're both dead?? it makes no sense

#14: Vanessa

i don't even want to think about her tbh. it's all just messed up.

#15: i'm done for now but i'm also me so... Luis

luis supported cooper when no one else from their group would, luis supplied important information, and luis was a good fucking love interest for maeve.

okay that's all i have i don't even know if i answered the question lol

#one of us is lying tv show spoilers #one of us is lying tv show #cooper clay #bronwyn rojas #nate macauley #addy prentiss #jake riordan #simon kelleher #vanessa clark #kris greene #maeve rojas #tj forrester #janae matthews #also why did their names change???#do not like it

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sewercentipede · 2 years

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omfg my bf’s mom is delusional ...

I saw these texts to him from her that were each literally like an essay in length !! she will not leave him alone or respect any of his wishes (which his wishes basically are “if you can tell me you know what you did wrong and why it was wrong, ill have a relationship with you.” she can’t do it, it’s astonishing.) ... she’s made up this concept that my bf has a ‘new family’ now and that she is his ‘old family’. when that’s never been said ever... it’s just me and my bf there’s nobody else. if anything ive distanced myself from my parents. and she claims the things he said (which actually r things she made up) are ‘coming from a place of entitlement’ HAHA.. it’s such massive projection. and it’s such manipulative language trying to guilt trip him going “your old family” like shut up, ur so insincere. have you really no shame lol

i just hate the type of crazy she’s on!!! it’s one thing to be delusional n cut ppl off bc of it but it’s another to be delusional and keep trying to wedge ur way back into another persons life against their wishes thru these methods. it’s insulting as hell. she is like a fucking parasite that won’t die. i despise ppl like her who r incapable of holding themselves accountable for things they’ve done to the point where they have to go and build a whole new narrative that supports what they wish to be true (themselves as a martyr, a victim, the star of the show i suppose they imagine they’re in) instead of what is really the truth, bc the truth is ugly. in the true story they are a liar, a coward, a manipulator... a really lonely person who is needy, insecure, and desperate for attention. who can’t even admit that they made promises they never intended to keep and put people in danger bc of it and treated those ppl like shit for not wanting to be in danger. etc etc., either way i wish she would fuck off!!!!! just fuck off forever.

i was told by my sister there’s no reasoning w people like her and she was right.... but I wish I could just be like: look lady, we were homeless because of you. and you did not give a fuck the whole time. not one single fuck. you didn’t offer one penny. all you did was say in passing that we could take groceries out of the fridge when we were there getting our stuff. we already had paid for a third of those groceries lmao. all the shit we were going through, you didn’t even ask, but you made sure we knew that you found a way to make it about yourself. how hard it was for you! oh poor you! how you couldn’t take it anymore! oh boo hoo! you couldn’t take sleeping in ur own bed in ur air conditioned house? lol. if someone did that to you and, while you were stressed out looking for a home and trying to take exams at the same time, expected you to coddle them and say they didn’t do anything, it was all your fault, you hurt them so much,, how the hell would you respond? if someone was guilt tripping tf out of you for making them sad while you’re begging strangers for money to have shelter, would you just take it? if you had any self respect you wouldn’t! you’d absolutely never trust that person again because when it really mattered, the only time it mattered, their feeling sorry for themself took precedence over your material conditions! over your safety!

but anyway I know she’d have some fake garbage answer like I WOULD LOVE THEM UNCONDITIONALLY UwU! I WOULD BE SO UNDERSTANDING AND COMPASSIONATE! because to her that’s the answer that’d make her seem wise and perfect make how we responded seem wrong/bad, and let her avoid actually having to put herself in our shoes. and that’s all she’s interested in... seeming empathetic without actually having to be. she knows the “right answer” to every question. fuck, it’s so narcissistic it’s disgusting

actions speak louder than words and your actions have spoken very clearly and repeatedly that you do not give a fuck about us, that you are untrustworthy (if not actively destructive and YEAH, MALICIOUS, the word you HATE and claim u never are — I think you are but ur too fucking dumb to realize it lol), and that you do not intend to change. so STOP talking. I know you can’t live with yourself (and it’s clear why) but you’re gonna have to so start self reflecting or getting counseling or doing drugs or coping in any way you like but don’t involve us in it ever. do it far away from us

#ranting #it’s fucking trash not having control over like ppl trying to force themselves into ur life #(dennis Reynolds voice) BE GONE FROM ME!

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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Hey I love you hc so far I was wondering if you could do one if s/n was about to get in a fight with this girl but Aizawa canceled there quirks but that didn’t stop s/n from putting her hand on her and beating her ass. How would Bakugou,Todoroki,Izuku, and Shinsou react to that

that’s so sweet of you, honey bunny! thank you sm for this ask! ive been itching to write something spicy lmao. i hope you like this!

A/N: i hope you don’t mind, but this s/n will be female-identifying just because if they’re going to get physical (and it’s not for hero training), i’d rather it be between two girls. i personally am not comfortable with the idea of a man putting his hands on a woman over something that’s not life or death.

Warnings: lots of cursing and a few punches

PSA: I don’t condone violence! Especially between women. I think us girls need to stick together. However, if someone is coming at you disrespectfully, they need to get checked and that's on period. Just try to use your words rather than your hands hehe

Before I forget, Happy 2020 everyone 💜

Bakugo Katsuki:

y’all know this man is the king of using his fist first and words later

you’re pretty sweet and laid-back and you mind your own business

anyways, there was this girl didn’t like you for some reason

all she did was gossip and talk shit about you

bakugo told you he’d help you jump her but you were trying to the bigger person and told him you’d talk it out

you and the girl met during lunchtime, you took Mina to help mediate

you politely confronted her

she denied it and called you crazy

you pulled out the receipts

her “friends” sent you all the screenshots

“why are you so obsessed with me?” you ask

“who would be obsessed with an ugly bitch like you?”

“sis, who you callin’ a bitch?”

now Mina wants you to throw hands

like why is she calling YOU a bitch when she’s the one that’s talking shit and you don’t even know her???

things start to escalate and you both are screaming at one another and attracting the attention of your friends

she uses her quirk on you and everyone gasps

like, what the hell?

Aizawa immediately uses his scarf and cancels your quirks and orders both of you to the office

but you’re seeing red at this point

“you’re lucky i’m being held back bc i’m not afraid to pull up on a bitch, and that’s on period”

“shut the fuck up you dirty looking rat”

you don’t know if Aizawa loosened his wrappings or not, but you were able to get free and you went in

Mina and Bakugo cheer

the other girl got suspended

you got two days under house arrest, but you thought it was worth it

bakugo was proud and wouldn’t stop bragging about it

“tch. of course my girl beat her ass. she can check that, dumb bit--”

you hit his head, “boys aren’t allowed to call girls bitches, idiot. but thank you baby”

Todoroki Shoto:

you dated some guy from another school who cheated on you with some girl

you were pretty torn up about it

you broke up with him without a second thought and found someone much better :)

you didn’t know the girl or care about her, so you just forgot about her*ladies, remember to check your bf first before the other woman. she’s not in a relationship with you, he is*

but for some reason, she wanted to torment you

you two went to U.A. but were in different classes

you didn’t see her much, but when you did, she’d make sly comments

it got on your nerves, but you just let it go

shoto told you she wasn’t worth the energy

but then she saw you and todoroki at your locker and said,

“probably won’t be long until I fuck her boyfriend again,” she giggled to her friends

you slammed the locker shut, that was the last straw

“if you have something to say, say it to my face”

“i think you heard what i said, bitch”

“what’s your problem with me?”

“you think you’re all that bc you date the hottest guys in school, but they only want you bc you’re a skank”

shoto looks the girl dead in the eye and says, “then what does that make you?”

the girl gets so angry

but at you???, and uses her quirk on you

shoto pulls you out of the way

aizawa comes out of nowhere and cancels all three of your quirks

it’s meant to calm you down, but the girl is trying to go at you

“you’re nothing more than a $5 prostitute and once everyone passes you around like the whore you are, i hope you get an STD and die”

yeah, all bets were off after that

even aizawa was like 😧

shoto put your hair up for you

“fuck her up y/n”

quirk or no quirk, you beat that ass

Midoriya Izuku

*y’all are in your second-year*

izuku is weak for strong-willed women

literally went 😍🤤 when you told him he should ask you out

you spend a lot of time with each other and he knows about the situation with your (equally as strong-willed) ex-best friend

your ex-friend started to spread disgusting rumors about your little sister (who also goes to U.A as a first-year) just because it got out that her crush liked your sister

izuku, trying to be your hero™, thought y’all should talk it out so he brought both of you to the lunch table

bless his heart but this boi don’t know

you both sat in silence before you glared at your boyfriend

“why am i in front of this girl?”

izuku: 😯

“don’t address me like i’m some child” she says

“then stop talking about my sister like some little ass girl, bitch”

“shut the fuck up, bitch! ain’t nobody care about your ugly ass sister!”

“yo izuku, why the fuck did you place me in front of this low down dirty bitch”

izuku again: 😮

he immensely regretted this

izuku tries to calm you two down, but things just get worse

suddenly there are mentions of area codes and he didn't quite understand how they correlated to how well people fight, but he didn't have enough time to think about it

he’s trying to hold you back now

someone called aizawa over because you two started using your quirks

your sister is begging you to chill out but you’re too furious to listen

aizawa cancels your quirks before things go too far

izuku got so scared because he knows the punishment for fighting and he would hate it if you got expelled because of his dumb idea at peacekeeping

“y/n, please calm down! it’s not worth it”

even with your quirks gone, you two are rolling around the ground, punching, scratching, and screaming awful things at each other

yells at bakugo for cheering you on

Hitoshi Shinsou:

you know this man is shady af

you two make snarky comments to each other all the time

he loves the way you hold your head up high

he just loves your confidence, it was one of the things that made you so attractive to him

so it hurts him when you started being insecure and timid

he asks you what was going on, but you just say you’re tired

but after a while, you breakdown to him about some girl that’s been bullying you

he knows how it feels to be demonized, so he comforts you, and offers ways to defend yourself against the bullying

very mature™️, very adult™️

it seems to work for a little bit, but then it gets worse

her words start getting to you and, instead of being sad, you start getting angry

but its that really calm type of angry

shinsou defends you a lot, but one day you tell him it’s okay

then you tell the girl, “next time i see you, it’s on sight baby girl”

it was in a sickly sweet tone that sent shivers down everyone’s spine

on the lowest of keys, it turned shinso on

he’s like: 🥰😏

you and your bully were then paired up for combat training

you two fight each other and you’re going at her with everything you’ve got

shinsou is at the side, cheering you on

he thinks you look hot when you’re angry

also, he’s so ready to see you destroy that girl

for educational purposes

it’s obvious that you two are fighting with ill-intentions and aizawa is forced to cancel your quirks

she doesn’t stop running her mouth though

“you deserved to be picked on”

“oh word?”

“did i stutter?

there was a moment of intense silence as you stared at her

then shinsou yells, “snatch that hoe, y/n!”

and you did just that

you don’t know what happened to her

but you got detention, but your boyfriend gets it too for instigating

so both of you just eat sweets and gossip to each other

#mha #bnha #bnha scenarios #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #midoryia x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #todoroki x reader #mha x black reader #bnha x black reader #bnha x poc!reader #bnha ask #mha ask

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randominagines · 3 years

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Request: hiii, how are you? Can you write a Peter Pevensie X female reader in which she is at Miraz's castle and she is maybe Caspian's bf or sister idk and they save her and Peter likes her. A happy ending if possible. Thanks a loooot

Requested by: anon

Pairing: Peter Pevensie X fem!reader

Setting: Caspian's time

Warning: violence, blood, death of minor characters (very minor), what if, angst

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gif belongs to the creator

Worthy

Miraz's Castle was a proper maze: Peter was running through the corridors hoping to find the way out without having to ask Caspian. He was still mad about his deviation, thanks to him the plan was totally screwed up.

"Wait, we need to take someone with us" Caspian said and suddenly stopped, he turned left and crossed a small aisle, Peter and Susan couldn't see where it led.

"Can we stop waisting time?" Susan whispered while following him, Peter was about to go ballistic. The aisle eventually ended up and led to a big brown door.

"What on Earth are we doing here?" Peter asked, his voice filled with frustration and his hand almost squeezing the hilt of his sword.

"My mentor, Doctor Cornelius, he has an apprentice who appears to be my best friend, I want to take her with us" He said while slowly pulling the handle of the door down. Peter and Susan exchanged a look and checked if someone was around. The heavy door opened with a mild squeaking. Caspian looked inside and tensed up: she seemed to be nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe she escaped"Susan whispered while taking a look inside the room. "Impossible, she knew that she would have endangered Cornelius, she couldn't even know that I sat him free" Caspian said nervously, he was starting to panic: she was the only person, besides Cornelius, that he really cared about.

"Let me check" Peter impatiently said and pushed the door, he took a step inside and before he could see anything he felt the cold of a blade's tip behind his back.

"Not another step" A female voice firmly said, he let go of his sword and raised his hands. "Y/n, it's me, Caspian" The boy whispered and the girl immediately turned back.

"Caspian, I thought you were dead" She said and hugged him, the boy gently caressed the back of her head, in an almost fraternal way. Peter turned around and, as soon as she unknotted the hug, he saw her: he didn't know what to expect, but he certainly did not imagine that she would have been that beautiful. Her Y/e/c were intense and fixed on his, her Y/h/c were morbidly framing her face, she had pink lips and she looked fierce. Peter noticed she was not wearing an elegant dress: she was wearing a pair of beige colored trousers and a white big shirt tucked in her trousers, a pair of boots completed her outfit. She was probably ready to escape or fight.

"These are..."

"I know who you are. You are Queen Susan, the Gentle" She interrupted Caspian and pointed at Susan, she nodded. Then the girl turned toward the blonde boy again.

"And you must be King Peter, the Magnificent. You are in every single illustration of the ancient books but I thought you were just legends" She said intensely looking at the young King, Peter smiled.

"Well, we ruled a lot of centuries ago, Y/n" He joked and she gave him a hint of a smile, she liked how her name sounded when told by him.

"I'll explain everything, Cornelius must be waiting for us, we have to go now" Caspian said all the rest of them nodded, she took her sword and they left the room. They crossed the castle while the noises of the soldiers preparing for the battle was filling their ears.

"What's the plan?" She asked, Caspian looked at her as if she had made a mistake by asking that thing. "The plan has been delayed, but we open the gate now and let our army in" Peter said and she opened her eyes wide.

"Not to be a party killer, but I guess you just lost the surprise element and Miraz is not the kind of man who make prisoners" She said and Susan looked at Peter in concern, he kept walking toward the gate. "Peter!" She called in his name in order to draw his attention.

"Our troops are just outside, come on" He said and while crossing the entrance courtyard to reach the gate. The three of them followed him.

"Now Ed, now, signal the troops!" He screamed while grabbing his sword and killing one of Miraz's men. She took her sword too, ready to fight, while looking toward the tower: she saw a boy and thought that he must have been King Edmund.

"I'm a bit busy, Pet" He answered while fighting against a man. She looked around and realized that Miraz's army was surrounding them, there was no time.

"Peter, it's too late. We have to call it off while we can" Queen Susan screamed trying to make him think clearly but he was already spinning the wheel to open the gate. Y\n looked at Caspian: they knew they were screwed up. They grew up in that castle and they knew that it was a impossible to take.

"No, I can still do this. Help me" The King screamed and they started to help him.

"Exactly who are you doing this for?" Queen Susan asked while y\n and Caspian exchanged a look filled with confusion.

As soon as the gate opened, all sorts of creatures y\n had never seen before flocked inside: minotaurs, centaurs, mice as big as cats, dwarfs, fauns. She didn't thought that Narnia's population still existed. She was fascinated.

"For Narnia!" King Peter screamed raising his sword. She did the same together with Susan and Caspian and the battle begun.

It was impossible to win, too many men were surrounding Peter's army, but they still fought with such a passion. At a certain point, a man pushed her on the floor by hitting her back, she lost the sword; she turned around and saw the man pointing a sword toward her face. Y/n was about to kick him when an arrow came out from his chest. His body crumbled on the floor and she saw Susan behind him, her expression concerned.

"Stay behind me" Queen Susan kindly told her while Y/n was standing up and picking up her sword. Another man ran toward them and she pushed Susan aside before stabbing him.

"Or you stay behind me, your Highness" She said and took a quick bow, she was surprised. Y/n turned left and saw King Peter looking at them with an amused smile on his face.

The battle went on for a time that seemed infinite, but they were losing. At a certain point the gate started to fall down: a minotaur stopped the heavy gate and king Peter looked at him in concern, he finally had realised.

"Fall back, we need to retreat. Get her out of here, now" He started to scream while commanding to a centaur to save his sister. He took Susan on his back and ran toward the exit. Caspian and Y/n stole two horses and reached Peter.

"Take this, your Majesty" Y/n said while passing him the reins. He took them and nodded in gratefulness. Caspian jumped on the back of the other horse and was about to take her when a man hit her on her aarm with his sword, a deep cut opened on her skin. She screamed and took her sword

"Get the hell out of here, I'll bring her" Peter said and Caspian looked at him as to warn him to be careful to her; he started to ride toward the exit, Cornelius following him on another horse.

Y/n killed the man stabbing him in his chest and Peter pulled her on the horse. She crossed her arms around his torso and felt his heart pounding under her hands.

"Fall back" He kept screaming while riding toward the gate. As many creatures as possible followed them, others were laying on the floor. She looked around and felt her heart heavy: they lost. As soon as the King crossed the gate, the minotaur let himself go. The gate crushed on him with an unpleasant thud: many were still inside. Peter stopped the horse and turned to look at them: she could feel his chest raising and lowering quickly as if it was hard to breath for him. She looked at him and noticed his watery eyes. She gently squeezed her arms around his torso and leaned her hand on his shoulder , as to comfort him.

"Peter..." She whispered as to invite him, he looked at her and touched her hands before turning back to a scene he would never had forgotten.

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Everyone was painfully quite during whole way back. Y/n kept hugging Peter with her head was still resting on his shoulders. The wound stopped pulsing at a certain point, because Peter had ripped the edge of his own shirt to bandage up her arm.

Arriving at the rock building and witnessing the argument between Caspian and Peter had been even worse. The air was tensed up after the fight and the general mood was on pieces.

"Are you okay?" Queen Lucy kindly asked Y/n while she was during her own wound. "Yes, your Majesty, it's just a cut" She said while stitching the wound. Luckily Cornelius has taught her how to medicate. As soon as she was done, she went outside: Peter was sitting on a rock, his eyes stuck on the horizon.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?" She gently asked while sitting next to him. He looked at her, his deep blue eyes filled with sadness.

"Please, call me Peter" He said with a calm voice and took her arm, he gently caressed the fresh bandage. "Does it hurt?" He asked and looked at her, she shook her head.

"I'm fine, I stitched it" She said and he gave her a glimpse of a smile before letting her arm. "This is my fault, I have rushed this and a good King doesn't act like this" He whispered looking at the rest of his army.

"Peter, you did what you thought was best, but you are human. A mistake doesn't make you a bad King" She said and caressed his arm, he runner his fingers through his own hair before looking at her.

"You helped me calming before, and you are helping now, thank you" He said and smiled at her, she did the same. "Peter, you will fix this, don't dwell on today and do not feel like you need to prove your worth, your people are already aware of it" She kindly explained to him and took his hands into hers, he looked at them and caressed them with his thumb. She felt weird, she didn't even know him, only through the books Cornelius made her read, but she felt the deepest connection to him.

Peter looked at him and felt in peace, he didn't expect to find himself in front of a stranger and perceive her as so close to him. He got closer to her, he felt the desire to kiss her. She closed his eyes, but before their lips could meet, a noise coming from the inside drew their attention. They quickly looked at each other and stood up; they walked toward the source of the noise, their swords in their hands. They entered the stone table room and Edmund was immediately by their side, maybe he had heard the noise too. They finally saw it: a big wall made of ice was standing in front of Caspian, and inside of it, Jadis was staring the Prince while reaching out her hand toward him. The kings and Y/n quickly moved: while reaching him, three creatures stopped them. Peter killed a creature that resembled a wolf, Edmund crossed his sword with a dwarf while y/n stabbed another creature with hers. She turned back and saw Peter standing in front of the wall, Jadis now talking to him with her hand extended toward him.

"What happened" Y/n asked helping her best friend to stand up, he looked at her and hugged her. She gently caressed his back, he was like a brother to her. "Jadis was tricking me into setting her free by offering me the power to succeed" Caspian explained and she immediately turned her face toward Peter: she was doing the same to him.

"Peter, you don't need this" She screamed and walked toward Peter. he didn't even turned, he seemed in a trans. Before she could do anything, Edmund stabbed Jadis from behind. The frozen wall broke into a million pieces and exploded. Caspian protected y/n by pulling her away. Peter kneeled down and covered his head with his arms. She looked at him and saw the disappointment in his eyes, he felt lost.

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"Peter, wait" Y/n called him but he didn't stop, he was desperate. She reached him a took his arm. "If you don't start believing in yourself things won't sort out" She said and he looked toward the forest, his eyes were filled with tears.

"I keep screwing things up and Miraz's army is now surrounding the building" He said, his voice was a mix of anger and sadness. She put a finger under his chin and raised his head, now they were looking at each other.

"Listen to me: I've read anything about you, you saved Narnia when you were practically a kid, you have been the greatest leader for this people. You are their King: they love you, the believe in you and they will follow you. You don't need to prove that you are worthy of your title and this competition against Caspian is only going to make thing worse. Put your shit together and show them why you are King Peter the Magnificent, because you really are" She said without stopping looking at him in his eyes, her voice gentle but firm and her hands holding his. He did not say anything, he just hugged her. She was initially surprised, then she held him back.

"Maybe I needed this, you are all right" He whispered and she caressed his back. He moved back to look at her for a moment, then he crushed his lips on hers. She immediately melted into the kiss: Peter's lips were soft and warm, his scent was strong but pleasurable and his hands were gently caressing her waist. She runned her fingers through his blonde locks while opening her mouth and letting his tongue in. He pulled her closer, now their bodies were attached and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest. The kiss became more passionate when she bit his lower lip, he growled while she smiled and stopped the kiss.

"Easy your Majesty, there are more important business to handle right now" She joked and he smiled on her lips. "You are all right, y/n. I have an idea to buy us time. Come with me" He said and gave her one last quick kiss on her lips before taking her hand into his and walking toward the building. She looked at him in concern.

"Do I need to worry about this idea?" She asked while keeping up with him and caressing his hand with her thumb. "Probably" He said and smiled, she shook her head: that boy was going to make her crazy.

#peter pevensie x y/n #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie #the chronicles of narnia imagine #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie x oc

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mingmingfufu · 3 years

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Can we just talk about the ending of KawoShin open discuss. *sort of spoilerish*

I feel like I’m the only one who’s like reallly disappointed LMFAO--ya’ll there’s so much “canon” alternative universe and merchandise for Kawoshin in Evangelion that it kind of makes me upset to realise this couple just went down the drain. Yeah, I can see how people were like, “Kaworu’s toxic” or “Kaworu has a hero complex for Shinji” to which I say are valid points. But the toxic thing I feel like can also be applied to pretty much everyone around Shinji tbh, except for Rei. I did NOT, like Asuka at all but I really love her character though, and I felt for her a lot throughout the series.

I did not ship them either because honestly, Shinji and Asuka seemed better off playing the sibling dynamic instead of trying to play bf/gf which honestly is kind of forced by their living situation. Also since they’re in a similar disposition non existent father and dead mother, you’d imagine they would rely on each other for emotional comfort. Though Asuka—her personality I feel like she can’t differentiate between familial love and romantic love and the affection she wants is a bit of both. But, her character tries to be “mature”; she wants romantic love more and does this through sexual means and romantic gestures e.g. like kissing. One of my friends told me that you can’t stay friends as a boy and a girl cause eventually you catch feelings. Which I say is kinda dumb cause I have a lot of male friends, and I definitely don’t harbour those feelings, but I guess it’s a common phenomena.

I think this is what happens in this case, of Asuka and Shinji. Even after rejection of instrumentality they actually are depicted as childhood friends. But knowing how they both were before to each other, it was not good tbh. Also to mention the choking like thrice— bro if anything, this showcases a really abusive relationship and I think this outstretches the idea of their character tropes. Which I firmly stand by saying they’re superficial to each other. AsuShin were never really there for each other and are using each other in a forced situation. However, you can’t deny that they didn’t at some point catch feels, also Shinji is pretty consistent how he still cares about everyone around him. Which I really like how they add that to his character because it reminiscent of Yui, because you see a duality of both his parents personality in Shinji throughout the series—it’s a really nice touch. But bruh, if we gonna talk about that coma scene—I’m out LOL.

Thoughhhh, she is a true definition of best girl I really like her arc, fighting drive, and her skills as an Eva pilot 😭💗--but bruh she’s still a toxic and sometimes annoying tsundere trope, but still she’s 14 what can you do. So I feel like Kensuke and Asuka are actually a pretty good combo, cause he’s always been pretty mature even without parents. Also Asuka was into older guys, so I guess this is a win win?? Also Rei and Shinji, I honestly cannot get my head around it cause that’s pretty much his mom—so in a way that’s like either his half-sister or mom-ish clone?? Idk but Yui is definitely the donor LOL.

Kaworu and Shinji I felt like brought a bunch of things out of each other. I don’t know which timeline begins first, but I’d like to think the manga, the anime (plus its movies), and then to the rebuild series. Because I think that order is kind of pivotal to observing Kaworu’s character development from being a person who’s trying to understand human feelings to then the kinder person we see in the final series. You can tell how he’s changed and he knows Shinji a lot more as well as being considerate to him e.g. giving him personal space or letting him work at his own pace. Also that “we’ll meet again.” Is an obvious nod to how he’s done this before.

His literal story in every timeline is always romantic LOL, like bruh I can’t remember which game it was but basically a bad ending of Kawoshin route is that you reject Kaworu and he starts the third impact 🤡. Also I don’t know why but I started to see a weird dynamic between those two, in the manga their interactions reminded me of Asuka and Shinji—which Shinji is the tsundere Asuka here. I don’t know if this is relevant but the older character relative to the character they’re with seems to play off a mature vs a childish person trope. Asuka is younger than Shinji and Shinji is actually younger than Kaworu. Then again I could be overseeing this but istg manga Kaworu and Shinji mirror the whole Asushin dynamic. Like he’s seriously agressive against Kaworu, then after killing him he admits liking him. 🤡 I don’t know which is funnier no homo Shinji, homophobe shinji, or just closet Shinji who needs to realise sexuality is a spectrum so he could’ve idk—come out as bisexual, but whatever manga Shinji lol that timeline is over.

Anyways the development of these two is real and I think the rebuild timeline shows them at their best bringing their own personage out from each other like how they both enjoy music together--WHICH I’M SO SAD WE NEVER GET TO SEE THAT CELLO AGAIN. Then there’s those feelings of humanity, love, kindness, etc. Which yeah an angel could represent those things, but Kaworu is still his own person, self-aware of a cycle and if you think about how he initially was there to USE Shinji, but ultimately turned on that plan set by SEELE because he loved Shinji (and a bunch of other things like him showing Kaworu humanity). I also can see the argument, how “ideal” Kaworu is to Shinji, but he’s more self aware of the time he has before he KNOWS he’ll die and knows how to act for himself in that duration to make the most of it. All with Shinji. At some point, I think he fell in love with Shinji tho I don’t know where it began tbh—considering that all those alternate universes do exist. Kaworu does romantically love Shinji--so, in some universe they both reciprocate their feelings to each other.

In the last movie during that convo with Shinji. Like bREH it’s so emotionally moving because Kaworu remembers ALLLLL the timelines and how he’s been with Shinji and later Shinji himself recalls the events too. Where they show the scene from the manga and anime. Kaworu cries after being set free from the EVA cycle. Which, I definitely understood what he meant by him saying “it’ll be lonely” and how Shinji changed or that he’s actually different this time.

Either way, Shinji did right by him because it’s always Kaworu who has the purpose of “trying to save Shinji” but it always ends up the same. I thought that was really moving because Shinji tells Kaworu he’s gonna let him live a life for himself for once and he wants the same for everyone as well. Which was honestly so meaningful cause I think Kaworu’s character and like Rei too when they start to realise how to “live” like a person and not another puppet it’s truly liberating. Another thing I forgot, bruh Kaworu calls Gendo his father and ngl I feel like this is kind of a weird lore situation because I for sure don’t think he’s the donor. I think he calls him that as an insult because he knows Gendo’s whole doing and relative to Shinji—I kind of see it as a joke LOL. Like it’s equivalent to saying, “daddy chill”, or “hey look it’s daddy and his plans to end the world” also I kind of like to think of it as a father in law thing cause you know, Kawoshin *winks amirite*

The ending, I’m honestly hoping is just an open ending because it gives everything an actual start of their adult lives not being dictated by extraterrestrial forces. Though, I’m kind of wondering if the world doesn’t have EVAs does that still mean everyone else still has the same backstory, and do they remember? Maybe Mari really is just a coworker lmfao, and there’s still a chance for Kaworu and Shinji cause ngl, they did have a convo (presumably from the spoilers) about still remaining close afterwards and that stare at the ending seems very hopeful.

I call bs from Anno saying, “oh Shinji is based off him and Mari off of his wife”, like honestly any OCs made theres always some part of yourself made into that character. Which is probably why a lot of people relate to the characters in EVA because they’re based off real things (e.g. those war machines characters are named after and people around them). I think why Kaworu and Rei are together at the end, is bc they’re very much the same. They’re mass produced dolls—which oddly enough that’s the case for all the children except they don’t recall the loop. Kind of funny also how both Kaworu and Rei became farmers lmfao so ig it runs in the family (yes that’s right I like the idea that they’re siblings it was always noted that they’re like “the same”).

Another thing, i think why the rebuild really did well for Kawoshin and in my opinion canonised it—the convo with elder Ryoji Kaji (Misato’s baby daddy) that there was a time he felt incredibly lonely and depressed thinking Misato didn’t love him and so he started looking out for himself. So self love and found himself a hobby in farming which he suggests to Kaworu—basically saying he might feel like Shinji doesn’t love him but he’s gotta remember to take care of himself. if I go thru a breakup ill feel like it’s the end of the world but Kaji says y’a gotta self love broe and take care yo self gad dam fam 😭 💗.

Though, that look at the end from Shinji to Kaworu—I’d like to believe there is still hope that one day when they’re a bit stable in their adult lives, they’ll run into each other.

#Kaworu Nagisa #shinji ikari #neon genesis evangelion #rei ayanami #mari illustrious makinami #asuka shikinami #discussion #kawoshin #nge kaworu #nge shinji #nge

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harryhandstan · 4 years

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you bring me home

tw: death

word count: 2,356

This is a piece that was something more personal to me and I'm thankful to Olivia (@bfharry) for allowing me to include it in her bf!harry fic-a-thon. My aunt died in early December of 2019 very suddenly. She and my uncle had been together for almost 20 years, but since common law marriage is not recognized in my state, her sister was in charge of all arrangements. Her sister lived in another state and basically just called and set up everything for her cremation over the phone. My uncle was too devastated to really speak up and say anything, so my family and I never truly got a chance to have the experience of a funeral for her. I never felt like I got that closure I needed, so for the past 8 months since her death, my brain has cycled through this vicious cycle of denial and depression, never fully reaching acceptance. This piece is basically just the experience I wish I had and Harry helping me through the grief process.

It's also the very first Harry thing I've ever written and posted here so any and all feedback is welcome!

also lots of hugs to @geoffwittek for reading over everything for me and being such an angel in general

"Linds? We're gonna be late, love. Your family's still meeting at 3, right?"

His voice sounds distant, despite you both being in the same room. Your brain registers the noise but is unable to form a response.

He stands near the end of the bed, hands in his pockets, head down, "We don't have to go if it's too much for you. I'm sure your family would understand."

The black dress Harry helped you shop for 2 days ago lays, taunting you, at the end of the bed. You remember mindlessly wandering around before you had a breakdown in the middle of the department store. Harry had to sit with you on the bench outside of the store until you pulled yourself together enough to go back in.

Nearly a week ago, you had answered a call from home only to find your world turned upside down. Your Nanna cried on the other end, she couldn't believe the news was true either. It was so sudden and so unbelievably unexpected.

Your Aunt Linda was dead.

Thankfully, Harry had invited you over for dinner and a movie that night. You still don't remember how you stopped crying long enough to tell him the news. He held you on top of his chest, letting you sob until exhaustion took over and you fell asleep.

Currently, you were sitting on the side of the bed. Something in your brain had prompted you to gather enough strength to take a shower a couple of hours ago, but you hadn't had the energy to move since then. Harry's warm hand squeezing your shoulder brings you back to reality long enough to look at the clock and see you only had 10 minutes to get ready and be out the door.

"You coming back to me there, angel? Anything I can do to help you get ready for this?" he kneels in front of you, one hand on your thigh, the other cupping your face, wiping one of the many tears that were starting to form and fall.

"No, no, I can do this. I still wanna go. Just give me 5 minutes to get ready?"

"I'll go warm up the car." he leans up slightly and kisses your cheek before grabbing a set of keys off the dresser and disappearing down the stairs.

You throw the dress over your head quickly. Dread builds in your stomach but you push through, selecting a pair of pantyhose and taking longer to put them on than you have to spare, making sure you don't rip the delicate fabric. Shoes waited on the floor at the foot of the bed, a simple pair of black flats with a small silver buckle.

The bathroom lighting does you no justice as you try your best to do something to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You know there's no point in makeup, it'll all end up washed away by tears most likely before you even arrive at the funeral home. You apply a quick layer of moisturizer, hoping your skin will have a chance to recover before it's all washed away too. Your hair gets swept back into a low bun and at the last minute you grab a pair of earrings to loop through your ears on the way down the stairs and out the door.

The cold, winter air of December surrounds you as you make your way to the car. Harry was true to his word and had the car warm and waiting for you.

You take a shaky deep breath once you're settled in the passenger seat. Harry rests a hand on your knee, "You sure you're ready, peach?" you smile faintly at his nickname for you.

You'll never forget meeting him for the first time and comparing accents; your Georgia drawl versus his British one. Some nights when you were both delirious with sleepiness but unable to drift off, you would just exchange single words back and forth, trying to mimic one another. The nickname tended to roll off his tongue easier when you were in your hometown.

You shake your head no. How could you ever be ready for a day like this? Despite she and your uncle never getting married, she always supported and loved you and your siblings as her own nieces and nephew from day one. How were you supposed to live without a woman who always had an encouraging or motivational word to offer when you were sad or frustrated? A woman whose light was so bright in your life that her absence surrounded you with a darkness you could never imagine pulling yourself through? ______________________________________________________________

"You're making your lip bleed, lovie. Here." He swipes a thumb softly over your bottom lip. He pulls a tube of lip balm out of his coat pocket and you gratefully take it and use it.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this, H." You look down at your hands, a few frayed tissues lay on your lap, messy and still wet with tears. Your gaze meets his, eyes pleading for some sort of escape.

His arm wraps behind your back and a hand rests on your side, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your temple, "Do you want to leave?" His voice is a low, comforting rumble in your ear.

You look around at the small funeral home chapel. Only two of the twelve long wooden pews were filled. Most of your aunt's family still lived in Virginia, where she was originally from, and none of them could be bothered to pay their respects here in small town, Georgia. You couldn't leave now.

He reads your face, a brief glance over your features, feels your body relax into his, "Just say the word if you change your mind, alright?"

You rest your head on Harry's shoulder for the remainder of the sermon. The preacher is nice enough, but the speech he prepared is all wrong. Your aunt would have appreciated this, but it just wasn't her. Wasn't an accurate representation of who she was and the impact she had on your universe.

The preacher finally wraps up with a prayer, asking all to stand and bow their heads. You've never known Harry to be a particularly religious sort, but he grabs your hand and squeezes as he bows his head. A quick and thoughtful reminder that he's still there. He's not leaving your side.

The small gathering of guests parades past the casket now, all expressing their final goodbyes as they pass. Harry stands back, quiet and respectful, letting your family through first before he rejoins you. His hand lands on the small of your back and wanders around to rest on your hip as you walk back into the lobby together.

You accept a few hugs and expressions of condolences from the few friends that came. Your hand stays loosely tied to Harry's the whole time, and he uses his free hand to greet everyone you introduce him to. Your family offers you a spot in the family car to the graveside, but you decline. Harry assures them he'll drive you to the cemetery safely.

The graveside service is thankfully quick. Another gathering of guests and more kind words from the preacher. A small prayer. Emotional exhaustion is settling into your body, and Harry easily supports your weight back to the car when the service is over.

"Your Nanna cornered me in lobby before we left the funeral home while you were talking to your cousin," he starts the car and fiddles with the controls, adjusting the heat, "she wants us to come to her house for a bit. Are you up for that?"

You nod your head yes, still not sure if your voice is strong enough to not break when you answer him. You know it will only be your family there. 8 people, including Harry. You could handle that.

"Should we grab a bite to eat before we go? You haven't eaten much today, honey."

You chuckle. The first genuine laugh in a week bubbling up through your chest. You stop when you notice Harry's adorably confused expression, his brow furrowing together with slight concern.

"Oh, no. You don't eat before you go to Nanna's house, trust me." ______________________________________________________________

Harry is a warm addition to the small house on the hill.

His eyes go wide when he sees the amount of food spread across your grandmother's small round kitchen table. His gaze follows everyone already seated around the table and then back to you. All you can manage is an "I told you so" shrug.

"Is all this just to impress me or..?" his voice is a whisper in your ear, but the kitchen is so small it echoes around to the whole table.

"No, babe. This is how it always is at Nanna's."

Your Nanna and Aunt Donna, who you're sure spent all day making everything, insist that it's not THAT much food, but you know you'll all be guilted into at least finishing a full plate AND taking leftovers home for later. You're thankful to see even your uncle has a plate in front of him, knowing his appetite hasn't been the same since he lost your aunt.

When dinner is finished, a pot of coffee is made and passed aroud to accompany dessert. The aroma fills the house, the strong scent a comforting reminder of your Aunt Linda. She always said she hated the taste, but loved the smell. You inhale, the essence surrounding you and bringing back warm and lovely memories. You catch Harry's eye, a small smile crossing your face.

He makes his way around the living room, refilling a few mugs along the way. The open entryway between the two rooms allows you to watch the path he takes. He stops where your momma sits in a green plaid armchair, her lips are moving but you can't make out what they're saying. They both look at you and he turns back to her, a charming smile lighting up his face.

By the time he makes it back to the kitchen, you've slipped into your Nanna's bedroom. You know it's normally rude to disappear, but this place is home. Had been your second home all your life and you knew no one would care that you were slipping your shoes off and crawling under the covers of the freshly made bed.

You hear a lull of voices outside the door, and you're thankful for the noise, for the small comfort of gentle chaos. If you listen closely, you could pinpoint individual noises throughout the house; your dad and Nanna talking politics, your momma and sister flipping through channels on the living room tv, your Aunt Donna and your uncle questioning Harry about his favorite British television shows. You hear water running and picture Harry, his tall frame towering over the tiny kitchen sink, helping with the dishes. You feel a slight bit of guilt for leaving him alone, but by the sound of his laughter, he's making himself right at home too.

You drift to sleep, and when you wake, Harry is next to you. His long fingers smoothing comfortingly up and down your arm, "You disappeared, love. Thought you might like some company. Hope you don't mind me joining you."

You shift your body closer to him, your head on his chest, his arm resting behind your head, "Is everyone still here?"

He brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face, tucks it neatly behind your ear, "Your uncle just left a minute ago, but everyone else is still around. Your brother called, said he was sorry he couldn't make it. I came to find you, make sure you were okay."

Your little brother was in his last semester of college. It was finals week and you know he would've been here if he could.

"I'm okay...I mean as okay as you can be after a day like today, you know?"

"Yeah, I know."

You slip off the bed and Harry follows you, hands on your waist to steady your balance while you slip your shoes back on. He helps you remake the bed, and the two of you make your way back towards the kitchen, now quiet that everyone moved to the living room.

"Harry?" You turn back at the last second before you leave the room. He's following so closely behind you you end up pressed against him.

"Hmm?" He catches you, pulling you even closer, the light from the kitchen shining on his face.

"I haven't had a moment to thank you today. For all of it..dropping everything and flying out here with me, spending the whole day with my family, driving me everywhere, just being here with me. You've kept me sane and I could never repay you for something like that."

"You don't have to thank me. I wouldn't have dreamed of being anywhere else than right here. You needed me and that was all that mattered, everything else can wait."

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“Ha! Look at baby peach! How old were you here?”

Your lap was covered in pictures, the few favorites you had brought with you from home. Harry was plopped next to you on the couch. The picture in question is a baby picture of you, chocolate icing all over your chubby cheeks.

“That’s my first birthday party.” You giggle at his smile, the way he can’t stop staring at the photo.

You shuffle through a few more, Harry being curious about each one and questioning you about every detail.

“Who’s this?” The picture he hands you takes your breath away for a second. You forgot it was mixed in and he instantly knows by the tears filling up your eyes.

“It’s your Aunt Linda, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I didn’t know..”

“No, it’s okay. This is a good picture of her. She had such an amazing smile.” He rests his head on your shoulder.

“She loved you so much, babe. She would be so proud of you.”

“Yeah, she would’ve thought you were pretty great too, H.”

#boyfriendathon #harry x reader #bf!harry #my writing

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queenofthefullmoon · 4 years

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An exhaustive list of Dark Souls 3 bosses I would or would not date

Iudex/Champion Gundyr

We’re starting off this list with a strong yes. Our boy Gundyr has had a hard, difficult life, and he deserves some good company. He’s tall, strong, and I trust him to protect us as we set a lovely camp site outside of the fire link shrine.

Vordt of the Boreal Valley

Vordt is big and he is feral which are truly the only two qualities I look for in a man. Together we’d be unstoppable. I mean, think about how easy it would be to go around with him: just climb on his back and let the rodeo begin, baby. This argument alone should be enough to convince you that Vordt is a suitable boyfriend, but here’s another one: if you get too hot in the summer, worry fucking not for your gigantic man can hold his equally gigantic hammer over you and cover you with snow like an italian man covering his pasta with parmesan.

Cursed Rotted Greatwood

Now while I’m certain it would be a perfect partner for some people, the Cursed Rotted Greatwood isn’t for me. For one, I am not fan of curses, or rot, or weird sticky balls, or strange orange acid, or pale white and slightly viscous hands bursting through a living tree. Secondly, I feel like the crowd of Hollows who group up around the tree would be a big impediment to our intimacy, and I’m not ready to be the mother of 20 Hollows.

Crystal Sage

No offense but you’d be an idiot for not wanting to date the Crystal Sage. All wrapped up in one package, you get a super competent sorcerer bf, who wears the coolest hat in the galaxy and an equally cool cape, and who overall looks like the upgraded version of a plague doctor. In addition to that he also has a pretty rapier so you can both engage in some sparring (which we all know is the most romantic couple activity).

Deacons of the Deep

Probably one of the worst options on the list, they’re all crusty, rotting men moaning around a biggass coffin. There are many technical questions. If I dated a deacon, would I have to date all of them? Can we go out on dates or are they obligated to stay next to the coffin at all times? Can I even date them at all?? Not that I would, because I have standards. The only pro to entering this relationship(s?) would be that I’d probably get one of their robes for free, but the cons are so numerous that I’d rather buy it myself.

Abyss Watchers

Let’s be real and honest even if it hurts. Would I date an Abyss Watcher? Yes. Maybe I’d even date two. However, would an Abyss Watcher date me? No, because they’re all in love with Artorias, and I can’t blame them for that.

Old Demon King

At first I considered dating the Old Demon King like a Russian Instagram model dates an old, rich American man: with a great deal of fake love but above all great patience in order to be the only person on the will. But then I thought about it more, and what does the Old Demon King have to offer, really? A big firework show that will leave him exhausted like the old creature he is, and maybe some pyromancies. Truly, it is not worth it, especially since I’d have to take residence where he lives, in a big old room filled with the corpses of his kin.

High Lord Wolnir

I’ve got nothing against Wolnir personally, but I have no interest in skeletons, nor in his army of skeleton children. As stated above I’m not ready to be a mother. I feel like if we got in an argument and he sighed, he would poison me with his awful breath and I would die a horrible death. Also, living on the brink of the Abyss doesn’t appeal to me that much. However I would like Wolnir to be a good friend I can talk jewelry with because let’s be honest, the man (skeleton?) is blinged the fuck out even in death and I respect that.

Yhorm the Giant

Yes, I would date Yhorm. He was nothing but a sweet, misunderstood giant who always tried to get people to trust him and he convinced me. I would put my life in his big hands. Think of the possibilities. Just like with Vordt he could carry you everywhere but in a less reckless way if you prefer proper manners. You’d never have to worry about not seeing anything at a concert. Also, may I add that waiting for you to show up while sitting on his biggass throne is an absolute power move? Yhorm is a Lord of Cinder, but above all, a Lord of this heart.

Pontiff Sulyvahn

Would I date him because of his appealing aesthetic? Yes. Would I date him for anything else? No. Sulyvahn is absolutely terrifying, completely unhinged in the most frightening way, which is that he doesn’t look bat shit crazy. I could be thinking that everything is going well in our relationship then suddenly he’d lock me in a dungeon then would feed me to his weird friend because I put a fork in the knife drawer. He could pretend to propose and give me a weird fucked up ring with his eye in it and the next thing I know I’d be running in a field on all fours. I don’t trust like that.

Aldritch, Devourer of Gods

I’m so sad about Aldritch because literally everything about him is completely unappealing, unacceptable, unnatural, unholy, abhorrent, but he has the delicate and beautiful face of Gwyndolin. While our lovely Gwyndolin looks gorgeous as ever it doesn’t make up for the fact that Aldritch devoured people and probably wouldn’t find love to be a good reason to not eat his partner. The only reason I can find to have a friendship (not even a romantic relationship) with him is if you really like experimenting with cooking and you really, really need someone to taste your inventions.

Dancer of the Boreal Valley

I feel attraction, which means that just like any other being who feels attraction, I would date the Dancer. She is beautiful, graceful, a bit feral, and would not hesitate to put a flaming knife to my throat, which is the description of my dream woman. Imagine walking the streets with her, trying to hold her hand while it dangles 3 feet above you and she insists on holding her sword, actually, so she might slay anyone who tries to approach you, which she communicates through icy breaths and murmurs. The date of a lifetime.

Oceiros, the Consumed King

Another awful choice on this list, Oceiros is RABID and also, as far as we know, still a married man. You really want to date a man that hasn’t even gone through his divorce but already looks like this? Me neither. I’m already not big on dragon fucking but the fact that he’s all viscous and has weird growths all over him is not helping. Also, he has children, and we know how I feel about that — although, given how he treats them, he probably won’t have kids very soon (too far?).

Ancient Wyvern

So I’ve stated that I’m not very big on dragon fucking. With that said, do I think the wyvern is sexy and beautiful? Absolutely so. You’re probably like « Blue you’re sending mixed signals, are you gonna date the lizard or not? » and to that I say, date? Perhaps not. I would however like to form a lifelong bond with this wonderful force of nature and fight by its side, live a long and fulfilling life travelling along with it, only to die at the same time atop the tallest mountain in the world, where our skeletons will be discovers hundreds of years in the future by brave explorers, who will confirm that the legendary songs that were written about us were in fact not just a myth.

Nameless King

You’ve just read what I said about the wyvern. I feel like the Nameless King really understands me and would respect me for that. We could bond over our love of dragons and other flying scaly beasts and perhaps share some chaste kisses while soaring the sky on our companions. It’s nice to date someone who loves pets as much as you. I feel like he would be a fun guy to hang around in general, maybe he’d let you braid his hair or try on his crown. He can arrange personalized fireworks shows for you with his lightning powers. I don’t think you’d ever be bored around him.

Dragonslayer Armor

Dating an empty suit of armor has never bothered me (see: ds2 Ruin Sentinels), however I have beef with the dragonslayer armor. Is it a beautiful armor? Perhaps a bit worn off, but the reply remains affirmative. However, it is controlled by Pilgrim Butterflies, which basically means I’m dating one to multiple of these things in the shape of an armor, and I’ve gotta confess that I’m not down for that.

Lorian Older Prince and Lothric Younger Prince

Here comes the delicate moment where we have to make a choice without offending anyone. I personally, speaking for myself, in my own opinion, would rather date Lorian. Reason: he is big, strong, and a bit rabid, which I’ve made very clear is my type. I don’t dislike Lothric, but I feel like we’d be better off as best friends who have a really snarky group chat where we shit talk the entire kingdom. That’s pretty good because if I even just slightly disliked Lothric I’m pretty sure Lorian would sense it and would not hesitate to murder me on sight.

Champion’s Gravetender and Champion Greatwolf

Well the full name is just a formality here, I’m not completely insane so I don’t want to date this rabid wolf. I feel like the Champion’s Gravetender is just a normal dude who’s a bit in over his head and it’s not his fault but he just seems a bit boring compared to all my other options. Instead of a date I think he’d be more of an awkward flirt I had when I was bored and then I came to my senses but didn’t know how to disengage, but in the end it worked out because he was more interested in his work anyway.

Sister Friede and Father Ariandel

Again a choice has to be made and I will have to be predictable and say I’d date Elfriede. Just like Dancer she’s what the woman of my dreams is made of. She’s graceful and could easily take my life and I think it’s awfully sexy of her to be like that. I think I’d be accepted into the family pretty easily, which is important since Father Ariandel cares about Friede so much. I’d go visit him sometimes, play chess with him, bring him his flail, normal interactions with your girlfriend’s dad.

Soul of Cinder

I’m gonna be a tiny bit freaky here and say I’d date the Soul of Cinder. Dating it is just like opening a Kinder Surprise egg, you never know what you’re gonna get (sorry Americans for excluding you here). That makes life exciting and doesn’t let routine stall your relationship. Every day you can wake up with the question « What weapon will my darling walk around with today? The flaming sword, or the sorcery staff? » and be surprised by the answer. Truly ideal, but I understand it’s not for the faint of heart.

Demon Prince

I’m gonna go with a maaaaaaybeeeee? leaning towards no. I mean yes, the Demon Prince is a weird fleshy flaming demon, and that may be a bit gross, but I’ve gotta admit I admire his style, the drama of it all. The care he puts into his entrance, the attitude in his moves. If we don’t date I’d at least want to be friends so he can teach me his ways.

Darkeater Midir

I have very intense and contradictory feelings towards Midir. In one hand, holy shit, absolutely epic dragon, the spirit of companionship is growing in me. On the other hand, this beast is RABID and pretending I could tame him is foolish, and pretentious. I guess in the end the answer remains that I don’t date dragons, I just want to adopt them as my extremely exotic pets.

Halflight, Spear of the Church

Yeah I’d date Halflight, I know it’s the easy answer but look at him. I mean shit he’s walking around like a little thotty with his shirt open and you mean to tell me I’m not supposed to wanna date him because he looks pretty much like a regular dude? My boy Halflight WANTS me to date him or else he would not show up with his tiddies out to a sword fight, which as an activity already has enough erotic implications on its own.

Slave Knight Gael

I’m gonna say it unashamedly and I’ll say it again: I would date Gael. He’s been nothing but helpful and when he tries to attack you it’s to help his little lady that he’s adopted as his niece. We love a chaotic parental figure. Maybe he’s a tad bit old and dirty but there’s nothing a good bath can’t fix and I’m sure he’d appreciate having someone taking care of him for once. Again, he’s got that slightly unhinged quality to him that makes him delightful. When I walk around with my partner I want us to instill both fear and fascination in people which we would be able to accomplish perfectly well.

Dark Souls 1: Remastered date list // Dark Souls 2: Scholar of the First Sin date list

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floxalopex · 3 years

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I'm so sorry. No, I didn't even have my morning espresso yet. But I'm already stimming.

Soooo, it's actually a post about color palettes in Spop. Or at least, it was supposed to be that.

There's a post in the Entrapdak tag about how Hordak is likely demi. I've already expressed my unconditional love for this headcanon, being demi myself, and I added there that I even like the headcanon for bi-aromatic bisexual-demisexual biromantic Hordak. I talked briefily about Entrapta's sexuality (she is either bi, pan, or maybe omni). I also stated that I don't like the fact that they made Entrapta almost cheat on her bf just for the sake of implying that she is not straight. Before everyone freaks out, let's get into my point.

First of all.

Like I said, it's very canon that in Spop you can find certain color palettes for characters which can be similar to LGBT+ flags and so that we are given hints about their sexuality and gender identity.

Some of these are more subtext than others. I for example, being obssessed with genderfluid man-demiboy headcanon for Hordak, like to think this: the genderfluid flag is made out of basically Hordak's colors minus pink-purple. After Entrapta makes him the new armor the flag is complete, the crystal is there. Hordak is a lot trans coded and I (as a lot of trans pages) like to think that Entrapta is the methaphor of a support system who makes him realize who he really is, not wearing a heavy painfull armor that makes him look more masculine, but something softer and lighter that is truly fitting for him. Something more feminine and that makes him feel strong for the first time in his own skin.

Anyways, we have similar things for Bow (I recall a flower crown made by Perfuma with bi pastel colors). Glimmer is basically a walking bi pastel flag. These two showed some interest for same sex characters, especially Bow. For the same reasons Sea Hawk (who canonically had a bf) and Mermista are most likely bi too.

My sweet angel Entrapta too, like I said suspicious choice of colors for her tiny cupcakes and her family portrait. She is clearly there too.

One thing that as a demi monogamus mess I still don't like about Spop is the fact that they prirotized a lot showing the character's sexuality over their feelings. I mean, that's the aim of the show, portray LGBT+ community members. Which is amazing, but still maybe they could have handled It...mmm...better?

Crew-Ra: "look, Arrow boy showed interest for Perfuma and Sea Hawk, clearly bi!"

Me: "yh but by doing so he is breaking Glimmer's heart..."

Crew-Ra: "what? Nah, they get togheter in the end, everything is fine"

This applies sadly, to Entrapta even more. Like I said in the post I would have liked if they gave us more clear hints about her sexuality...but before meeting Hordak.

I still have not truly understood how she sees robots, if more as pets ("bad robot!"), friends, or sex toys.

She has a sister-owner-mother-friend relationship with Emily. Yet when Scorpia talked about her feelings for Catra in season 1 Entrapta said something about how she felt the same with Emily (demi spectrum for her too or just bad writing and the intention to depict her as creepy somehow?).

The point is the Crew-Ra said Entrapta has the ability to humanize even something people may find inhuman. That's why Entrapdak exists according to them. I like get their point, still it's makes me (and apparentely not only me) so sad to see her "flirt" with the Horde Robot and have "sex" with Darla.

Yes, I used those verbs with intention. Entrapta names Darla, to give a name to someone means marking they as an individual. We see totally a bi flag behind Entrapta during the Darla-scene. I want to believe she didn't see Darla as a person there, but that's ...not the case I guess. Sadly.

I don't like this. I'm not biphobic my bi friends, I'm demi, I know what if feels like when even your own community makes you feel "fake" and "not real". I would have actually loved more bi scenes for Entrapta, but not like this. Not after Hordak.

One can justify this saying she was just horny because she was exited to rescue bat bf, or maybe she "gave up" a bit on the idea of saving him and wanted to move on.

Honestely It hurts so bad, whatever your interpretation. I just like (or pretend) to think she wanted to masturbate on her own or something, which is healty even for married couples. Gosh, that's a lot of bad writing.

Lastly, why don't I like the headcanon of her being poly? Why don't I like this cheating stuff? I've already talked about it in the previous post (I'm okay with poly relationships in general), but let's just say that, whatever your interpretation for Hordak sexuality, he is very monogamus.

Plus, I know that "hips don't lie" (...when did I start sweating?) but still I think Hordak may have some hard time pleasing his princess.

It's not about the apperence (or lack) of sexual organs. I mean nothing can stop Entrapta. It's about stamina, it's about endurance. It's about coordination without the armor. Plus he still doesn't like his body. He is now surrounded by 10.000.000. healtier and younger versions of himself. Do you think he would be okay with Entrapta cheating on him? Even if she openly tells him? This gets worse if you headcanon him as demi. I truly don't understand why people cheat, really I lack a synapsis or something. I'm atheist, I know marriage is something made up by humans for humans, I know that mammals are hardly monogamus. Still, call me romantic, call me demi, call me loyal, call me a penguin, I am very monogamus.

And I bet bat boy is too.

The "good" knews, at least for me? I bet Entrapta is too, she knows how much a person can suffer for feeling "not enough". She loves him too much to do something like that to him by the way.

Dear Crew-ra, please: love, loyalty and respect are better than openly show a sexual attraction. Or at least you could have done both, write things differentely. But you didn't, deal with it, don't rush things at the finale, that only leads to bad results.

#entrapta #hordak #entrapdak #spop #spop discourse #darla #i hate season 5

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kyloswarstars · 4 years

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The Shelby Family Teleported Through Time • Part 1

„To the Invasion of the Roman Empire“

Peaky Blinders • Series AU • Shelby!Reader

It seemed like all of your siblings barely had any time left for the family. You wanted to fix it all up and get back to what the Shelby siblings once were. At the Lee’s campsite you are gifted an ‚enchanted amber‘, along with the promise that it would help you get closer to your siblings again. Never did you think it would teleport you into another time: being faced by more problems than before.

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A/N • I’m excited to share this with you! Lemme know what you think about it! 🌚 and thanks to my bf and beta @buried-in-books.

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Life was good. Most of the times at least.

Life was good, when you were allowed to move in with John and Esme in their house on the countryside. You were able to have fun times with the kids, or help out with chores, or watch them while Esme and John needed some time to themselves. They annoyed you with their screaming in the mornings, but at least they were a reliable alarm clock so you could do your favorite thing at John’s: go feed the chicken and collect the eggs.

Life was good, when Finn arrived there for the weekends and you could go on your little adventures into the woods. As kids, you went treasure hunting for everything the forest provided. Twigs you used as swords. Leaves you later pressed between book pages. But your favorite treasure? Stones. There had been times back in Small Heath, whenever you picked up a stone and put it in your pockets, other kids would make fun of it. Finn had always been there to pick up another stone and throw it at the bullies. You weren’t little kids anymore, so your strolls to the forest were accompanied by a bottle of whiskey, Isiah and a lot of foolish ideas.

Life was good, when you were not only with Finn but all of your siblings. And that was the problem. Lately, none of them had really the time to actually be with the family.

You sat on the steps of Zilpha’s caravan. Esme had brought you with her to the Lee’s campsite and was currently talking to her mother. Zilpha was supposed to tell Esme more about the baby growing in her belly. You looked at them, grinning at each other and then erupting into a loud chat again. It made you smile.

You liked it here like always, but you’d rather go and sit in the woods with Finn and get drunk right now. This morning, the idea of spending the day with the Lee’s seemed like the highlight of your week. Now, you couldn’t keep yourself from brooding over the situation with your siblings again, and it made you… sad. And it wasn’t even Friday, so Finn wouldn’t even come out of town. Great.

„Don’t you want to join us?“ Zilpha was walking up to you and stopped before she took the steps into her caravan.

You shook your head with a smile.

She didn’t hesitate and sat down next to you, her eyebrows pulled together. „What’s wrong, my child?“

„I…“ Life was not always good. Since living with John and his family it had gotten a lot easier for you, your temper being at a low level and your mood pretty static, though with some exceptions, but you knew how to handle them by now. You just couldn’t get your mind off of the fact that your siblings were drifting away from you and you didn’t know how to stop it. „Do you know when your family doesn’t feel like your family anymore?“

„Yes, my dear.“

„Everyone is heading into different directions, which isn’t automatically a bad thing, but sometimes I feel like they don’t care as much for our family anymore. It’s always been us six – and I want that sibling bond back we once shared.“

Zilpha looked like she was thinking intensely about possible solutions to your problem. „What about sitting down with them and talk about it?“

„They are Shelby’s,“ you started and, despite it actually being pretty sad, it somehow made you laugh. „If I were able to sit them down all at once, they wouldn’t listen. Not to me.“

Again, her face scrunched in until a faint smile came to her lips. „Wait a second.“ She got up and disappeared into her caravan. You heard some drawers being opened and closed again. Zilpha walked down the steps with her fist closed around something. When she sat down next to you again, she reached out for your hand and placed something in it. With her hand above it, preventing you from seeing it yet, her smile got even wider. „Maybe this will help you to bring your siblings closer together.“

She pushed your hand back to you and removed her hands. A big, odd-shaped amber was laying in the palm of your hand. It was set in a thick golden frame, attached to a necklace. You held it up between your fingers. The amber itself sparkled already but when the sunlight hit it, you noticed all the little gold particles enclosed.

„It’s an enchanted amber. When your thoughts, about the things you want to change, are strong enough, you’ll get a chance to change them.“

It wasn’t like you didn’t believe in cards or curses – but how could this little stone, combined with some wishful thinking, be able to fix your family issues?

With a thankful smile you handed it back to Esme’s mother. „I can’t take it.“ Besides the fact that you couldn’t believe a stone could solve a problem other than scaring away some bullies when it’s thrown at them, the stone seemed far too valuable.

„It’s a wandering stone, Y/N. It’s meant to help those who need it.“ She opened the necklace, put it around your neck and closed it there. „Trust me, it’s not meant to lay in one of my drawers forever.“

Her words felt warm. And they didn’t leave much room for protest. She wouldn’t take it back. After all those years and the many weekends spent with the Lee’s, Zilpha felt like an aunt just as much as Polly was. Both were very stubborn women.

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The amber didn’t leave your neck anymore. Not even when you went to bed. Zilpha’s words faded but the beauty of the stone stayed as the weeks went on. Stones.

Finn had noticed it. He thought you had a secret admirer and almost asked Isiah if it was him – which would’ve been bloody awkward. He didn’t, though. When you told him about how you got it, he pushed you to try it but you didn’t do it. It just seemed too far out of the possible area of supernatural things that could happen. Nothing could make the Shelby siblings get closer to each other again, other than themselves.

One day, though, you were back in Small Heath – John had asked if you wanted to come along when he sensed you were not doing too well. Your mood had dropped within the last days and this time you weren’t really able to handle it.

You had put the kettle on and waited for the water to boil. Finn was sitting with Ada at the kitchen table. She visited from London and you were happy John was able to convince you to come with him.

„Y/N!“ Ada was waving for your attention. You had stared at the cups in front of her and Finn on the table. Loosening your glance from it, you looked at your sister. „Do you wanna come down to London with me?“

Your first thought to her question was: Did Finn spill your private shite and now she asked out of pity?

„Um–“ The kettle started to whistle and allowed you to be able to escape the question. You brew the tea and sat down with the pot.

„So do you? I would love to have you. And Karl as well, I’m sure of that!“ She squeezed your hand over the table and you noticed Finn trying to not meet with your eyes. He did tell her. Nevertheless, Ada’s smile and her warm hand made the initial feeling of pity vanish.

Before you could answer, Arthur and John burst into the kitchen, followed by Tommy. John was, for whatever reason, carrying a rifle and Arthur tried to grab it from him. The boys were so loud, you couldn’t understand the words Ada was directing at you. She then shouted at them to be quiet.

„Don’t shut us up when we have to solve who’s gonna get that gun.“ Arthur seemed a little abrasive.

„It’s mine, Arthur.“ John’s grip around the riffle was tight.

Tommy tried to defuse the situation but it didn’t really work out. Instead, he let himself get dragged into the fight. Ada repeatedly shouted at them to behave and Finn was chewing on some biscuits while watching the fight unfold.

Their voices triggered your brain to be flooded with all the thoughts that had kept following you through the last couple of months. They would never just be okay with each other. Every time you were all together, a simple discussion would turn into a fight and leave everyone frustrated.

Your fingers played with the amber around your neck. It had become a habit. The surface of it was the perfect level of smoothness for your thoughts to run a little slower when you brushed over it.

As the loud voices kept bickering with each other, your hand closed into a fist around the amber. You wanted them to be decent for once. You wanted to have a good time with your siblings without it breaking into a scuffle. The fingers around the amber were slowly starting to hurt but you couldn’t loosen the grip. You wanted your siblings to become siblings again which cared about each other and stuck together when times were hard – not drifting apart and leave everyone to their own fate.

You wanted your family.

But what happened next was far from everything you ever wanted.

Your surroundings began to blur, your head became dizzy with the strongest headache you had ever felt. Your stomach twisted, as if you’d have to throw up any second. The moment you bent forward to vomit, you didn’t look down at the kitchen floor like it should’ve been – you looked down onto grass. And fell face forward down to it when the chair, you were sitting on, vanished into thin air.

You noticed several thuds around you. Pushing yourself from the grass, you sat up and saw your siblings doing the same.

Green was everywhere around you. It spread as far as you could see with your still-blurry eyes. Small hills were surrounding you with some lonely trees and a lot of tall bushes that were plastered in large groups like they were discussing something. You swore to yourself that a few seconds ago you had been sitting in the kitchen at Watery Lane. This is a dream, you tried to convince yourself.

The puzzled, deeply confused looks of your siblings, taking in the surroundings, made you question if you had gone insane. Were you actually in a ward and having a really lively episode of hallucinations?

„Shite what did just happen?“ John was getting up on his feet, the rifle tightly in his grip. He was frantically circling around himself.

Arthur pushed his hair back and stood next to him. „I swear to fucking hell if one of ya’ knocked us out and drove us to the countryside, thinking this would be a good prank, I’ll kill ya’!“ His eyes widened as he turned to John. „John Boy was that you? Because I wanted that rifle?“

„I swear I didn’t do shite,“ he defended himself instantly.

You slowly rose to your feet, the rest of your siblings doing the same. They seemed too realistic to be imagined. Right?

Tommy was silently observing the green around you. He didn’t respond when Arthur accused John on pulling a prank again and asked for Tom’s backup. For a second Tommy was looking at you. His glance stopped at the hand you had still wrapped around the amber.

The amber.

„Fuck.“ You gasped and shut your eyes. It’s an enchanted amber. When your thoughts, about the things you want to change, are strong enough, you’ll get a chance to change them. This was supposed to be the chance? Sitting in the kitchen and being ripped out of it the next second, landing on a hill? This little stone couldn’t possibly do stuff like this. Things like this shouldn’t work. But it did. Didn’t it?

„I think I’m responsible for us being here,“ you blurted out. Removing your eyes from the stone in your hand, you found your siblings turning towards you. Five death stares were burning holes into your body.

„What the heck did you do?“ John walked over and hovered in front of you. He probably didn’t mean it, but his furious question scared you a little.

„However you did it bring us back,“ Arthur insisted and perfectly adapted John’s face.

Ada and Finn didn’t say anything since you landed on this grassland. Just like Tom. They were just as confused as John and Arthur. Just like you.

„Guys.“ Finn dragged the word for at least three seconds. With a hand above his eyes he stared into the distance. He lifted his arm to point at what he had found on a remote hill. „What is this?“

Tommy was shoving himself to the front of the pile your siblings and you had built. His eyes weren’t the best anymore, you knew that, but his glasses couldn’t help him right now because they were only for reading. „John, give me the rifle.“

„It’s mine,“ he tried to keep it, only to flinch at Tommy’s sudden outburst.

„Give me the fucking gun!“ Grabbing it from John, he placed the gun against his shoulder to look through the scope. Like your other siblings, you tried to make out what those tiny dots were that were coming closer pretty fast. A bad feeling grew in your stomach.

„Hide in those bushes,“ Tommy nervously ordered while turning around and pointing to a gathering of bushes a few feet away. He wasn’t one to easily lose his composure. That was why right now, sensing the slight touch of horror radiating off of him, everyone obeyed.

When you turned, your siblings where almost all hidden in the bushes, only noticeable by loud bickering. You followed them in, Tommy after you. Whoever was coming, Tom thought it would be better if they didn’t see you. That thought was making you anxious. Only some thorns cutting your cheek, when you kneeled down next to Finn, abled you to pull out of the anxiety creeping up on you.

Ada fought with John because he sat on her feet, Arthur was acting like a wasp was circling him because the thorns were all over him. Tommy ssssshhhed everyone.

Through the leaves you saw the dots coming closer. And as they got closer, you realised they were people – not wild horses which you would’ve preferred. Red and silver were dominating their appearances. Feet stomped down on the ground simultaneously.

„This is–,“ Tommy started.

John interrupted: „THE FUCKING CAVALRY.“

„Why do they look straight out of a history book?“ Ada.

„Because they–“

This time Arthur cut Tom off. „Because they are stupid idiots with tin helmets doing God knows what. Did we miss a fucking second war?“

„No, they–“

Finn was ignoring Tommy as well. „I think they don’t look like idiots in particular.“

„Yeah because ya’ know best how idiots look like, eh?“ Arthur retaliated. Finn slapped his arm for it.

„Will you ever shut up?“ You had enough of them not paying attention to Tommy because this feeling in your stomach told you Tom knew who those people were.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on them when they reached your bushes and passed without noticing the Shelby family cowering in them. „This,“ Tommy started once more in the quietest of whispers you had ever heard from him, „is a fucking cohort belonging to the Roman Empire.“

The Roman Empire. This answer was even more unsettling than your wildest guesses would’ve been. The Roman Empire – wasn’t that a thing around the time they said Jesus Christ was born? Around the time…

You gasped for air again and turned to Tommy with the widest eyes you ever felt having.

He only stared back at you.

„Y/N, tell me what that thing around your neck is.“ As a Roman cohort was still passing these bushes, Tommy came a little closer. His voice didn’t seem reproachful. He just wanted to figure out what was going on.

As soon as you had entered the bushes, your hand had grabbed around the amber again. You removed your fingers from it and saw Tom reaching out for it, holding it up to see it properly. „Y/N?“

„I… I… it’s–“ You snapped it out of his grip and closed your fist around it again. Some tears were welling up as you let your head hang low. It was your fault. You didn’t believe the amber was actually enchanted and now your were hiding from a fucking Roman cohort. „Zilpha gave it to me. Said it’s… enchanted.“

„What does that mean?“ John’s voice whisper-called-out and was immediately ssssshhhed by Tommy. He sat next to you and you waited for a reaction to your words but he only nodded.

Everyone stayed quiet until the Roman soldiers disappeared in the far distance again. They left a tramped down path behind. When Tommy finally allowed to leave the bushes, everyone sighed due to the stiffness in the muscles.

You strolled over to the path the cohort had been marching on. There wasn’t really a sun in the sky you could watch set, but the clouds were slowly turning darker. For how long were you sitting between those thorns? Shaking arms and legs to get rid of the tiredness in it, you saw Tommy coming over to you from the corner of your eye.

„Come on, Y/N. John and Finn are searching for some wood so we can light a fire.“ If it wasn’t for this weird situation you would’ve appreciated a Shelby bonfire. „Come, eh? We have to talk about this all.“

You dreaded going over to them. You were responsible for this mess – whatever this was you had done. They would punish you, you could feel it, when all you wanted was to be closer with your siblings again.

To your surprise the first thing Finn did, when he threw some twigs and branches he had collected to ground, was give you a hug. He stayed at your side when the questions began. They were hailing down at you, demanding an explanation.

„Wait. So, ya’ saying this stone got us here? Didn’t do a prank?“ Arthur wanted to make sure he didn’t have to kill his youngest sister, you, for pulling some shenanigans on them.

„Of course I didn’t do a prank like this.“ It was hard being the center of attention in a Shelby altercation. You’d rather stay on the sidelines – attention had never been your thing. „Even though you all would’ve deserved one,“ you muttered under your breath and noticed Finn chuckling.

John was occupied with getting a fire started with his matches, but he still furiously shouted over the complete grassland. A little louder and the stupid Roman cohort would come back and throw some spears at you. Or drag your asses to Rome and throw you in the Colosseum. „Tell us again what happened.“

„She gave the amber to me,“ you repeated. „She said it has to wander and help those that need the chance for a change.“

„What change did you want a chance at?“ Ada asked. She wasn’t furious like Arthur or John, just still confused.

„Fix the broken relationships with my siblings.“ This time you didn’t shy away. You stared back at your siblings and saw their faces become softer, a little guilty maybe as well.

„An enchanted amber,“ Tommy repeated, laughing in realisation at the words.

„A cursed one you mean, Tom.“ John succeeded at making a fire and pushed himself off the ground. A little less fuming, he looked at you. „Why would you even accept a cursed stone from Esme’s damn mother?“

You shrugged.

„I think enough blaming is done, eh?“ Tommy was waving you over to sit down with him, gesturing the others to join the fire as well. As absurd as this situation was, you were extremely glad Tom wasn’t as mad as your two other eldest brothers. It would’ve been hell if he went shouting at you as well.

He was a problem solver, a person that knew what was going on before everyone else did, he was the head of this family.

„What exactly did you do in the kitchen before we landed here?“

„I wanted us to be what we once were.“

„When Zilpha said you have to think about what you want the most, maybe try and get into that feeling you had in the kitchen?“ Ada took the spot next to you and warmed her hands at the fire.

„Okay.“ You closed your eyes, the hand still clenched around the amber on your neck. The thing you wanted most right now was to go home. And for your siblings not to be mad at you anymore. Some dinner would be nice as well. You tried to focus on that overwhelming feeling of loneliness even though you had been with your siblings back in the kitchen.

Nothing changed when you opened your eyes again. That dizziness and the twist in your stomach was missing. You remained sitting on the grass with the night turning the sky dark.

„It’s not working.“

„Try harder,“ John demanded.

„I did!“

„No you didn’t.“

You got up to your feet and let go off the stone, throwing your hands in the air. „What the bloody hell do I know how this works.“ Your patience was wearing thin. There was a lot you could take before you flipped but you had a certain point, just like everyone else, when enough was enough.

They grew silent. Finn tried to ease the situation with the question as to where you even were.

„The fucking middle of nowhere,“ John cried out and let himself fall backwards to the grass.

Tom tugged at your sleeve and pulled you down again. He cleared his throat. „Actually, I think it’s the question of when are we.“

It took a good minute until everyone comprehended Tommy’s words. Everyone turned at him, including you.

When. Of course. But also: WHAT? The spinning wheel of thoughts about how this stone was able to do supernatural things was taking up speed in your head again. Voices erupted into a discussion. They demanded explanations and Tom was there to provide them. His brain was filled with a lot of stuff that came to your rescue, which you would've never needed if it wasn’t for the amber. The Roman Empire invaded Britain in the 1st century. Given the fact that the moment you sat in the kitchen was in the 1920s, you must’ve traveled almost two-thousand years back in time if you thought about it logically. Practically, you were fighting to get back a steady breathing rhythm because this… no.

You stared into the fire. „I teleported us through time.“

The raging voices died down.

Finn’s hand on your shoulder stroked you reassuringly. „You couldn’t know what would happen.“

John was the first one to join Finn’s statement. „Yeah, I’m sorry… for what I said. You just can’t trust Zilpha. It’s not your fault.“

„What are we going to do now?“ Ada, sitting between Finn and you, looked at Tommy.

„We’ll catch some sleep. Tomorrow we have to search for a village and adapt to… here.“ He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.

„The cigarettes!“ Arthur jumped up and fumbled through all of his pockets. „If we’re stuck here we have to make them last as long as possible.“ He infected John with the same concern about running out of cigarettes if you weren’t able to bring them back home soon. They spent a good while counting what they had left and rationed them.

You had to figure out a way to repeat what you had done in the kitchen and bring your asses home. If only for the fact that your brothers could smoke.

/////

Arthur and John competed for the loudest snore. Tommy was sitting patrol. Finn was curled up in a ball like always and Ada mumbled in her sleep next to you. You were watching the sun slowly rising from behind the horizon.

You hadn’t been able to sleep a single minute that night. For a while you had stared up at the sky. The stars had been way brighter than you ever saw them. Like a million tiny light bulbs and Finn was flicking the switch on and off for half of them, making them dance in your vision.

The amber was always in your hand, being played with and then held tight in your fist again. It was comforting to know it was in your hand when it had gained such a fundamental importance this night. If you dropped it, lost it, there would be no way you would ever return to your own time.

You wanted to go home. You wanted to know your siblings all safe and sound, in their beds and this all being nothing but a dream. You wanted to return this stone to Zilpha which would be the first stone ever you got rid of.

You wanted your siblings to be real siblings again.

Suddenly that twist in your stomach reappeared. That thudding headache almost made you throw up again.

A second later it was bright daylight and you found yourself laying on soil. In front of you were two groups of people running up to each other. They were yielding swords and shouted battlecry’s. What the fuck did you do now?

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Hello! Betty, I read your new fic and I love it and I was wondering if you have any advice when it comes to writing a character with PTSD?

well first i think it’s important to figure out whether your character has PTSD or C-PTSD which may seem similar but have some major symptomatic differences. with PTSD, a character’s trauma can be pinpointed to one (or several) major events. with C-PTSD, the trauma is/was longstanding.

for example (and this is a very reductive example for a very complicated thing), if you survive a shooting and have post-traumatic stress after that, you may become hypervigilant in public spaces, and avoid keeping your back to a room. you might be triggered by the sound of popping. you might avoid places with large crowds, or similar places to wherever the shooting occurred. you might develop trust issues. overall, an individual trespass occurred that reshaped your understanding of reality. that’s PTSD.

but let’s say you were in an abusive relationship for five years. every time you spoke up, you were screamed down. maybe you were hit. maybe you were gaslit. that situation is a long-term, ongoing trespass to your understanding of yourself and reality. it turns the ground beneath your feet into sand.

once, my emdr therapist asked me to focus on my “moment of trauma” as if there were only one and i would be able to recall it. and i had to explain to her that i couldn’t do that, it was just all bad. there was no one thing to point out. that’s what sucks about C-PTSD -- it’s not in the DSM yet (afaik) and the treatment for it is the same as PTSD even though it’s completely different. (the year of your story, btw, is really important, because PTSD was only put in the DSM in the 70s, and as i mentioned, C-PTSD still doesn’t technically exist from a diagnostic standpoint. so if your character seeks treatment, the year is important to consider).

emdr is a super effective therapeutic tool that helped me a lot, but it only helped with one single moment of my life, and didn’t touch on any of the rest. that’s another thing about trauma: it’s not relative. what gives me post-traumatic stress might not affect somebody else at all. it might just roll off them. conversely, what someone else might be hurt by may not bother me in the slightest. for example, my ex-bf pulled a knife on me once. other than thinking about that moment probably more than i should, it didn’t really alter my perception of myself or reality. he was an asshole, i knew he was an asshole, and he was acting in a way that was congruent with the person i knew him to be. moreover, by that point i had way unchecked C-PTSD so my perspective of Good and Bad was totally warped. to me, it made sense that he would hurt me. men hurting me was in line with my beliefs of reality. that’s a situation where earlier PTSD affects the perception of trespasses later on.

but my next boyfriend who never laid a hand on me eventually cheated on me, and that was like a kick in the teeth. it pushed me down and kept me down. i lost all of my confidence, i believed i wasn’t worthy of love, that i was disgusting and worthless. and i think it hurt so much because i had worked so hard to become who he wanted me to be and make him happy (we had a very unhealthy codependent relationship, and i thought it was my duty to conform to his needs in any way i could), and i saw our breakup as a personal failing. more importantly, i never thought he would do something like that. it was a total betrayal of everything i thought he was, and it made me hesitant to trust other people.

that was the memory i chose in one of my emdr sessions, and it helped a lot. it was a single moment i could lock down and attribute to many of my negative self-beliefs. and it was kind of amazing, that i walked into that office still, years later, painfully in love with this dude, and i walked out not caring about him at all.

in another emdr session, i focused on my dad dying. it didn’t help at all, because i certainly didn’t blame myself for his death. what i was struggling with was how much i loved him while feeling guilty for being relieved that he was finally gone. and in a more complicated way, i was also angry at him that he died before he could realize how horrible he treated my mom, sister, and i, and he never managed to apologize. emdr couldn’t begin to touch that knot of confusion. and so, to this day, i’m still trying to work it out.

anyway, back to writing.

the point i’m trying to get at is that to write a character with PTSD, you have to Know them. who they were before the trespass and how it shaped the person they became. if they were abused their entire lives, their development will be completely distorted. they may have trouble understanding right from wrong, especially in regards to themselves (which is why villain origin stories have a lot to do with a major trespass; it can alter your ability to morally reason). they may not know how to love without hurting themselves or someone else. they may believe that love looks like pain. they may have such insidious negative self-beliefs that compliments just slide right off of them. they are probably not self-pitying (although they could be). rather, their incorrect beliefs about the world are simply unshakeable. they might be afraid of everything, afraid of nothing, or afraid of weird things. they might be triggered by something clearly relating to their trauma, or triggered by something so strange and obscure and complicated it’s hard to see it as a trigger. they might fly off the handle when triggered, or they might dissociate for days on end, or both. they might be extremely performative and obsessed with how other people perceive them. they might be constantly attuned to their own body. they might see themselves from outside of themselves, through multiple lenses, in order to craft the image of themselves they want to be seen. they might do this as a safety measure, so as to be agreeable and pleasant and potentially stave off any harm that might come to them. they might be a people-pleaser. they may not have any access to their own emotions and have to find them through alternate means. they may be more prone to hurting themselves and other people, and not realize that doing so is wrong, because to them, pain might be a totally neutral thing. similarly, they may not be sad when people die, because they’ve always seen death as a peaceful escape. they might have drastic mood swings. they might not have moods at all. they might be impulsive and risk-taking. they might be prone to bouts of psychosis, depression, anxiety. they might have had hundreds of hours of therapy and still have not begun to chip through the surface of their trauma. they might not know their own trauma, or they might be acutely aware of it, and regardless, it will affect them the same. they might fixate on their trauma, or they might not be able to remember it. they may have a complicated relationship with memory. they may not have a strong grip on reality, or they may doubt their perception of it. they may easily fall into relationships with narcissists and sociopaths. they might constantly set other people’s needs over their own. conversely, they may be selfish and self-serving when it comes to very specific things. they may not be able to accept good love and affection, and they may sabotage their own health and happiness. they may not see this as a problem.

ultimately, to learn how to write a character with PTSD, you should be watching/reading everything whose characters you admire through the lens of trauma. ask yourself: how have the ways they’ve been hurt shape the person they’ve become? how is their worldview and self-perspective distorted by the negative events that define them? who would they be if those events had not occurred?

hope this helps. thanks for the great question!

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