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Just watched the newest descendants ("Descendants Wicked Wonderland") and thought I could share a few opinions about characters and their wardrobe.
- First of all: why aren't the twins actually twins??? It bothers me so much 😭 especially because they never call them by their names, only "twins", thus constantly reminding the viewers that they are twins despite them not being twins (+ their wardrobe ofc)
- Hazel's hook.... Why couldn't they give her a proper prosthetic hook like Harry and James had? Instead she just has a piece of metal she holds in her hand...
- Robbie Hood and Felix Facilier... Totally useless almost the whole time (same with the twins), but I did laugh pretty hard at the teacup scene 😅 took me off guard ngl
- LUIS' VEST, as someone who was VERY into Encanto once it came out, I'm mad they made Luis' vest yellow completely ignoring the Madrigal family color coding 🫠 when I first saw him in the promotional material, I didn't catch who's son of the Madrigal's he was and I though he was Camilo's 😭 (they look very alike) but then I started watching the movie and they said his Luisa's... Why not give him a dark purple/navy vest then??? Yellows and oranges are the color of the other side of the family hello?? 😭😭😭 and his pants... Just a black piece of fabric... Yeah sure why not... How about some flower embroidery that'd match his vest???
- also- what bothered me in D4 and now in D5 is Chloe's, Red's and Pink's colour scheme, it's so... bright... It just doesn't feel right, I think they could break Red's outfits with a little more black and darker red shades, make Chloe and Pink a little more pastel maybe? like Audrey's and her grandma's colours are very tame and pastel, matching the rest of the cast, I think adding another colour to Chloe's design could make it better too, though her colours in D5 are a little better (one day I'll sit down to it and redesign their outfits cause their saturation pisses me off so bad 🤞 and that comes from a person who loves saturation amp up to max) + I hated the very saturated blue and yellow scheme of the school in the og movies
- and last but not least, I really liked Chloe's evil look and Red's finale look, they were really nice :)) WHAT I DID NOT LIKE WAS LUIS' FINALE LOOK, WHY 😭 why just a different jacket???😭😭😭
If you mean their different heights and the fact that they're played by different actors, it can occur with idential twins to start looking more different as they grow due to their life choices and environment. I guess one Smee just eats more than the other or sleeps more than the other to grow taller.
Harry doesn't have prosthetic either, he's hook is fake. And do you expect the entire family to be mutiliated, even though James himself is only missing a hand because of a crocodile?
Maddox, Chloe, and the twins take all the cool colors. Also flowers on pants is not a good idea. Also Luis literally adapts blue to his final design and you still complain? You can't be pleased /hj
• I know Harry doesn't have a full prosthetic, what I meant was that both James and Harry have that round silver part on the bottom of the hook, where Hazel doesn't and it just looks weird to me ://
• why flowers on pants aren't a good idea? 🤔
I see no contraindications 🤷♀️ also I'm not saying they have to be all dappled in flowers, something subtle like this ↓ would've been cool too!
At the end of the day those are just my personal opinions and thoughts and it's okay if you don't agree with them ;))
I enjoyed the movie anyway and that's what matters to me most!!
Just watched the newest descendants ("Descendants Wicked Wonderland") and thought I could share a few opinions about characters and their wardrobe.
- First of all: why aren't the twins actually twins??? It bothers me so much 😭 especially because they never call them by their names, only "twins", thus constantly reminding the viewers that they are twins despite them not being twins (+ their wardrobe ofc)
- Hazel's hook.... Why couldn't they give her a proper prosthetic hook like Harry and James had? Instead she just has a piece of metal she holds in her hand...
- Robbie Hood and Felix Facilier... Totally useless almost the whole time (same with the twins), but I did laugh pretty hard at the teacup scene 😅 took me off guard ngl
- LUIS' VEST, as someone who was VERY into Encanto once it came out, I'm mad they made Luis' vest yellow completely ignoring the Madrigal family color coding 🫠 when I first saw him in the promotional material, I didn't catch who's son of the Madrigal's he was and I though he was Camilo's 😭 (they look very alike) but then I started watching the movie and they said his Luisa's... Why not give him a dark purple/navy vest then??? Yellows and oranges are the color of the other side of the family hello?? 😭😭😭 and his pants... Just a black piece of fabric... Yeah sure why not... How about some flower embroidery that'd match his vest???
- also- what bothered me in D4 and now in D5 is Chloe's, Red's and Pink's colour scheme, it's so... bright... It just doesn't feel right, I think they could break Red's outfits with a little more black and darker red shades, make Chloe and Pink a little more pastel maybe? like Audrey's and her grandma's colours are very tame and pastel, matching the rest of the cast, I think adding another colour to Chloe's design could make it better too, though her colours in D5 are a little better (one day I'll sit down to it and redesign their outfits cause their saturation pisses me off so bad 🤞 and that comes from a person who loves saturation amp up to max) + I hated the very saturated blue and yellow scheme of the school in the og movies
- and last but not least, I really liked Chloe's evil look and Red's finale look, they were really nice :)) WHAT I DID NOT LIKE WAS LUIS' FINALE LOOK, WHY 😭 why just a different jacket???😭😭😭
Billy Butcher x female reader / father!Homelander x daughter!reader (platonic) | 18+
Summary: Russia was a disaster, and so was Herogasm, and hunt for Mindstorm. But with Payback gone you could finally focus on a certain blond bastard... Just for your plans to explode as always.
Warnings/Tags: 18+, violence, graphic violence, fighting, guns, kissing, reader, female reader, use of Y/N, time skips
A/N: Finally gathered myself to finish this because @dusk1028 indirectly told me to 🙂↕️ Enjoy! 💞
Wordcount: 8 941
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After the unsuccessful trip to Russia, you came back home and transported Kimiko straight to the hospital. If not MM patching her up back abroad, she’d surely be gone. The next few days you spent on patrolling the city after work, jumping from roof to roof - on really no one’s request, just for your own peace - when you noticed an explosion. You quickly flew down a flight of stairs and run to the crime scene then whipped out your phone and dialled Butcher’s number.
“Found our lost treasure”
Saying to the speaker you looked around the place. A blown-up building stood in front of you, debris and dust still flying in the air.
“Good girl~”
The man spoke after you informed him of your location and hung up. You didn’t have to wait long as soon him and Hughie showed up, letting you walk up closer to the building.
“Yup, that’s your glazed donut’s doing”
Butcher confirmed your worries, scanning the place with Geiger counter. While the boys talked with freshly arrived Marvin, you walked away from them trying to figure out where Soldier Boy could’ve gone, trying to sense the same feeling as when you first discovered him, but to no avail. You didn’t have to think much though, when you felt a strong hand gripping your shoulder and pulling you out of thoughts.
“Come on, we gotta pay someone a visit”
Marvin smiled gently, wrapping his arm around your frame and pulling you close to himself as he led you to his car. All the worries that clouded your mind disappearing with his touch.
“Marvin!”
An older man called happily, opening the door to his apartment and pulling your friend into a hug.
“I see you still got this piece of dog shit stuck to your foot...”
He grumbled bitterly seeing Butcher stand beside him, then looked at you and Hughie, completely ignoring Butcher’s bite back.
“New recruits?”
He asked, taking a drag of his cigar, brow raised in curiosity.
“This is Hughie and Y/N. You guys know who this is?”
MM introduced you politely, then asked with a witty smirk. You just shook your head while Hughie opened his mouth trying to say something, but nothing came out.
“This, kiddos, is The Legend”
“Guess he ain’t The Legend if we don’t know him”
You shrugged, crossing your arms and eliciting a low chuckle from both the smoking man and Butcher.
“I like her already! Come in sweetheart, what ya need?”
The Legend grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of your palm, gently tugging you inside after himself, much to William’s discontent.
“You guys want anything to drink?”
Asking he let go of your hand and walked up to the bar standing in the middle of the living room, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. A choir of ‘no thanks’ filled the room as the group made themselves comfortable on his couches.
“Alright... Guess it’s serious”
Legend made a surprised face then came from around the bar and sat down with you.
“He was here, wasn’t he?”
MM finally questioned, watching the man take a drag of coke. He sniffed the substance in then turned to look at you.
“Y’know, I think I know you from somewhere”
He pointed his cigar at you ignoring Marvin, narrowing his eyes and trying to remember where he’d seen you before. You chuckled nervously, looking at him with confusion. He couldn’t know, could he? The man was silent for a short while until something clicked in his brain.
“Right! How could I forget! You’re little Helios!”
Your jaw dropped at the nickname.
“I- uh... N-no, I-...”
You stuttered looking between Legend and your friends as he patted your shoulder with a bright smile.
“Yeah, I remember ya. You were what? 13 when they brought you in to the tower?”
“15...”
“Yeah, yeah whatever. Ooh, they had big plans for you sweetheart...”
The man trailed off, remembering the old times.
“How does he...?”
You questioned, frowning at MM for answers.
“The Legend was the Vice President of Hero Management at Vought before Stillwell”
That explained why he recognised you...
“Yup, and even after she took over, I still had a say in some of their projects. Hence why I have this”
The Legend stood up, unhurriedly walking up to a drawer resting near the bar and taking out a file. He came back and plopped down closer to you, the file had been opened revealing concept art of your future failed superhero suits. One of them was very similar to Starlight’s leotard suit but with a long, gold cape. The other art showed your body fully covered in a white suit with golden details, white cape reaching the floor and hair slicked back, like your fathers just longer. The last one had you in a dark blue, sleeveless bodysuit, with bell bottoms, sweetheart neckline and a gold eagle on your chest along with other gold details, as well as a gold cape – duuuh.
“I guess the capes were father’s idea, weren’t they?”
You asked The Legend, looking at the designs. You weren’t a fan of them, they focused too much on accentuating your body, but at least they weren’t planning on making you a female Homelander...
“ ‘f course they were. He insisted, wouldn’t shut up about them”
“Typical John...”
You cracked a smile then closed the file and looked at the man.
“But we didn’t come here to reminiscent of what could’ve been – and fortunately didn’t happen. We know Soldier Boy was here. What did he say?”
You pressed, squeezing his hand that held the art.
“You guys crazy? He’s a fucking doornail!”
The man lied without skipping a beat, but Marvin knew him too well to fall for that.
“Don’t worry, Soldier Boy’s not gonna trace this back to you. Trust me”
He tried encouraging him gently.
“Oh yeah... Trust you... Like I trusted him? You forgot what happened last time I helped?!”
Legend hissed, taking out his prosthetic leg and pointing at Butcher angrily. Of course, Billy had to do something to him, of course... You sighed shaking your head, already knowing where this was going.
“You can’t trust a man like that! Everything and everyone he touches turns to shit!”
He accused, and unfortunately you had to agree with him. Butcher raised off his seat, clenching his jaw and shooting the older man a murderous look. You followed his movement, getting up, stretching your hand over the elder in case Billy tried attacking him. You scolded him with your sight only, making him back off and walk away.
“Oh come on! Really?”
When Legend let out a disgusted sound, you turned around to face him.
“You’re fucking him? Can’t believe America’s Sweetheart is fucking a literal terrorist!”
Looking at Marvin you raised your brow in confusion.
“He knows shit like that. It’s like his 6th sense”
Rolling your eyes with an annoyed huff you threatened Legend that if he ever called you “America’s Sweetheart” again you’d get rid of his other leg, and perhaps even the 3rd one, before storming off. You gripped the file he gave you and took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly you opened it again, looking at the designs now more carefully.
“You’d look so sexy in that leotard~”
You felt Butcher’s stinky breath on the back of your neck, his warm hands wrapped around your lower body.
“No thanks. I like my butt cheeks safely tucked in pants”
Responding you took two steps forward in hopes of getting rid of his touch, but he followed you like a string.
“And I like them hanging loose~”
“Nobody asked you~”
You snapped the file close and turned around to face him, flicking his forehead with enough force that made him stumble back and let go of your waist.
“Nobody asked ya if ya wanted to be a superhero, yet they still made those designs”
He bit back, tilting his head with that witty smirk of his painted across his face. You flexed your jaw in annoyance.
“Is the V also poisoning your brain or what? You've gotten more insufferable after you started taking it”
You hissed, shoving him further away. The man laughed, raising his hands up in defeat.
“Can’t blame it on the V, didn’t take it in a while”
“Oh my god, 3 days, such a looong time...”
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest.
“For a druggie... It's quite long “
You opened your mouth, ready to defend him before himself, just to realize he was right. At that point he was becoming a druggie, injecting himself with a deadly substance just to amp up his performance.
“Alright, let's go. We've got everything”
Marvin announced suddenly, coming around the corner with Hughie. You followed them to the door, taking the art with yourself, Butcher walking behind you like an obedient puppy.
“Knew you could draw, didn’t know that good”
Rough hands appeared on each side of your arms, resting on the old wooden surface of an office desk. After you left Legend’s place, the boys dragged you to their office, where they tried to pinpoint Crimson Countess’ location. You jumped up, startled by Billy's voice.
“Don’t scare me like that... “
You quickly flipped the piece of paper you were drawing on in hopes of the man not noticing your art.
“You have super hearing, yet you didn’t hear me? “
He asked with a chuckle, leaning down over your shoulder, smirking in amusement.
“I've learnt how to quiet it down back when I was a kid. Didn’t realize I was a supe then... Thought anyone could do that, so I never questioned... “
You explained with a heavy sigh, slumping your shoulders and resting your tired head against the palm of your hand.
“Can I? “
He asked gently, touching the piece of paper, slowly flipping the corner in anticipation. You didn’t answer, instead hesitantly retracting your hand that held the paper down, giving the man permission to see. You shut your eyes closed, fully convinced he'd laugh, but he didn’t. His eyes scanned the drawing carefully, rugged finger tracing some of the lines in amazement.
“You've got talent “
He murmured, almost into your ear.
“I like this way better than the ones Legend designed”
Butcher admitted, admiring the suit you designed for yourself. It was simple, clean. A black bodysuit with a cropped hoodie warming your chest, a white belt beneath it, same colour over the knee boots on the very bottom of the silhouette, and some white stripes around the wrists so the design wouldn’t be too simple.
“Thanks... I guess... “
“Legend woke up something within ya or what? “
“I just... I just wanted to see what I could've looked like if I stayed... If I'd joined the Seven... If I had any say in what I'd wear... “
You explained sheepishly, slumping more into the chair in embarrassment.
“I see... You would've rocked that”
“You think so?... “
“I know so”
Butcher's smile softened and he left your side, sitting down by the other side of the desk, right in front of you, hands still holding the piece of paper, eyes focused on the figure before him.
“Do you regret it?... “
He asked after a while of silence, calm, careful, putting the drawing down.
“Regret what? “
“Leaving the Tower”
You let out a laugh, a genuine one, one Butcher hasn’t heard in a while.
“No, not at all, never. If I had stayed... I would still be the good Christian girl, daddy’s daughter... Brainwashed and quieted. I would've never met you, the boys, Annie and Kimiko... You would probably try to kidnap me, torture me, threaten Homelander. His life, for my life, just to kill us both in the end... You want to do that anyway “
You straightened yourself on the chair, not looking at the man even for a second as you spoke.
“I don’t.”
“I know you do”
“I want to kill your father, but not you”
Butcher defended, sounding weirdly genuine, but you didn’t fall for it, not right away.
“Don't lie... You want to get rid of all three of us”
“No, just Homelander. That's the priority, then... Then finding a cure for you and Ryan”
You listened carefully to every word he said, still not entirely believing, but it did feel heartwarming he wanted to save you and your brother, even if he might have been lying.
“We already found a cure... Well... Technically. Still need to track him down but I believe what Legend said, if I was him, I would’ve first paid my lover a visit too”
“No. Not him. We don’t even know if his trick will work on you or your father, you're stronger than Kimiko. And even if it did, it might kill ya, can’t let that happen “
Billy shook his head in protest. He had it all planned out already. Partner up with Soldier Boy, kill Homelander, find a cure, then once he was sure both you and Ryan were safe and sound, disappear for good. You’d be better off without him, no matter what you’ve told yourself. At least that’s what he believed. He couldn’t reveal the whole plan though, you would’ve protested and he couldn’t have that.
“We’ll find something else...”
You didn’t respond, looking at him with a sad expression, indicating you had given up a long time ago. The man didn’t press, figuring you didn’t want to talk about it, instead grabbed your free hand that rested on the desk and gave it a firm squeeze of reassurance.
“Billy?...”
“Yes?”
“Why do you actually do that?... Why do you act like there’s nothing here?... Even The Legend noticed... Everyone does... But you seem to ignore it?... You say you just use me, that I let you, but then you say you want to find a cure for me. I don’t understand...”
Butcher almost immediately let go of your hand, looking away and brushing his stubble.
“Because there isn’t...”
He rasped out quietly. You could feel the anger start bubbling inside him at your question but didn’t manage to say anything as he got up and headed to the door.
“You should go...”
Letting out a heavy sigh you packed your things in a hurry and left the office in disappointment. Although you haven’t noticed, you left your sketchbook behind, the one you’d been scrambling in the whole afternoon instead of listening to your colleagues and help them with your mission. Butcher gathered his things too and was about to leave when he saw the little black book rest on the desk you had been sitting by. He reached for it hesitantly, slowly opening it and flipping through the pages. It felt wrong – as it should, it was your personal possession and he shouldn’t be even peaking in, but curiosity took a hold of him. The first few pages were filled with some doodles – some humans, animals, buildings, etc., nothing specific – the newer ones contained portraits of Hughie, MM, himself... A lot of portraits of himself. So that’s what you were doing while they were working... He snapped the sketchbook close before his brain could board the overthinking train and put it back down where he found it, then left the office. He had enough thinking for the day.
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Thanks to The Legend you were able to pinpoint Crimson Countess' whereabouts, Butcher had other plans for you though. He knew you - just as MM - wouldn’t condone to his ruthless plan, hanging on like grim death to the last bits of your morality. So instead of going with the boys, you were tasked with finding the other members of Payback. With Gunpowder gone and Black Noir sitting safely in Vought tower, only three remained. The TNT Twins were fairly easy to find, they weren’t trying to hide at all, why would they, right? They were about to throw a party in the upcoming weekend, much to your advantage. Mindstorm on the other hand... That guy holed up a little too good. Even Vought had no records of his stay.
Arriving at the temporary hideout you were pleasantly surprised by the sight of Soldier Boy, you weren’t a 100% convinced he would jump on your plan, but here he was, in all his glory.
“You got it? “
Butcher asked immediately after you walked in, preventing you from fully processing the situation.
“Uh... Y-yeah, here. I only got the twins though”
You explained, handing him a file while unable to peel your eyes off Soldier Boy.
“Like what you see? “
Taking a drag of coke he asked with a smirk, standing up and taking a few steps towards you. Gently capturing your hand, he placed a wet kiss on the back of your palm, making you flush.
“M-maybe... “
You choked out flustered. Of course, Billy had to intervene, placing a hand on Soldier Boy's chest and pushing him away.
“Oi, back off”
He hissed with a frown, making the other man chuckle.
“Didn’t think Beauty and the Beast was a real-life story”
You let out a giggle at Ben's comment, but Butcher wasn’t amused at all. He took a step back, going back to his previous activity, stealing glances of you from time to time.
“U-um... A-anyway... How did it go? “
You asked, redirecting your whole attention to the jealous man.
“Great. We got him, and he agreed to give us a helpin hand”
Butcher grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as if he wanted to further show your guest you weren’t on the market. Which was a lie, because you were, but with Billy around it didn’t matter, cause he would always disprove it within seconds.
“Is she...?”
“She’s a gonner”
“That’s... What I though... God... He wants to get rid of the whole Payback... “
You sighed heavily, slumping your shoulders, now understanding why Billy asked you to gather information about their whereabouts.
“Yeah no shit”
“I assume that’s why you didn’t take me for the mission? What about MM? I’m sure he was against it too. Where is he now anyway?”
“Nothing a little dose of Rohypnol won’t solve. He’s safe and sound back home”
“You’re unbelievable...”
Pinching the bridge of your nose you closed your eyes exasperated.
“Oi! Don’t be such a saint out a sudden!”
The man smiled wickedly, revealing his yellowish teeth. His hand slid down your body, resting on your hip, giving it a little squeeze and pulling you closer to himself.
“Jesus... Get a room!”
Soldier Boy shouted behind your back at Butcher’s display of affection. With that, you pushed him away, standing at a close distance and circling back to the topic of TNT Twins.
“Um... So, the twins are throwing a party tomorrow. Y’know... If we go then a lot of people might get hurt... I know you want to get it over with as fast as possible so we can finally get to Homelander but... Maybe we should wait it out? Go talk with them in two, three days?...”
You whispered, looking up at the man worriedly, you really didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. He snorted loudly, nose scrunching funnily.
“Nahhh”
“What do you mean ‘nahhh’? There’s going to be lots of people there! And-”
You paused, lowering your voice to a whisper hoping Soldier Boy didn’t have super hearing.
“You saw what he did with that tenement house... We can’t have a do over... Please...”
“...Where’d you lose your halo?”
“Billy! I’m serious!”
You hit his chest as he laughed. That man was going to be the end of you...
“Hughie!”
You turned to the younger man, an expression full of hope he would take your side painted on your face. He just put his hands up with a shrug, not letting out a word, knowing well if he did take your side the two bigger men would eat him alive.
“Fine!”
Huffing angrily, you snatched the file away from Butcher and was about to leave when Soldier Boy grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back and taking the papers away.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He hissed possessively, frowning down at you, grip tightening with every second.
“She can go. The papers stay with us”
Butcher took the file back, opening it and scanning its contents.
“I don’t think so. You're staying with us sweetheart, might come in handy”
The soldier let go of your shoulder, your hand shooting straight to the muscle to massage out the pain he caused.
“Aight, guess we going to Vermont! “
Butcher smiled triumphantly.
The Herogasm was a total failure. Sure, the twins were gone, but so were other party goers, human and supe.
“I knew this was gonna end like that! “
You shouted after taking Butcher out onto the patio of Legend's forest mansion. After leaving the ruins of TNT Twins' home, Soldier Boy thought it would be a great idea to hole up at Legend’s again. Although the older man wasn’t as happy with the idea as its author, he let you stay there anyway, in fear of getting a one-way ticket to hell just as the twins. Butcher ignored you, taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up, putting it between his bloodied lips and taking a drag. He exhaled slowly, letting the smoke blend with fresh air.
“What happened to you?... “
You asked genuinely, tone now softer.
“When we started doing this shit you weren’t like that... You cared about other people, about their lives... You would never stage a shit like that... And now?... It's like you're a whole other man... “
“I told ya not to worry bout me... “
He grumbled, taking the cigarette out and looking down at the wooden floor.
“And I told you it's impossible... Besides- it's not only about you anymore! It's also about Hughie who you're poisoning. Half alive and powerless Kimiko in the hospital. Pissed off MM who only wants to avenge his dead father... And many other innocent souls that got and will get hurt because of you! How can you be so heartless?... “
“Guess... “
The man took another long drag of the stimulant, tapping the ash off afterwards.
“I know after so many years you're tired, but even after losing the person you fought for you're not giving up. You can keep up the fight, why not keep up the morality then?... “
“You keep talkin bout the morality as if we're not murderers from the beginning... “
He was right, but at least in the beginning you were careful with whom you were killing, getting rid of only the ones that really deserved it.
“Because we're not”
“Then what are we, huh? “
“We're... Vigilantes... “
“True heroes”
He snorted loudly, scarring away birds that sat on nearby trees. His smile faded away pretty quickly though, another cigarette drag was taken.
“Sometimes I forget how naive you are... “
“Sometimes I forget how big of a dick you are”
You hissed, taking a step forward and looking up at him. At this point you should’ve given up, fuck everything and kill your father yourself – at least try, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t just leave the boys behind for their own demise, you would’ve never forgiven yourself. So you were stuck with Billy and his antics.
“I can remind you how big it is any second~ “
Billy smirked flirtatious, slowly walking up closer to you and capturing your waist in his grip. Saying he missed the feeling of your naked body pressed against himself was definitely an understatement. He craved it, but he wasn’t going to get it any time soon, not with everything going around, not with everything he’d done and said.
“Jesus Billy! People died because of us and all you can think about is sex?!”
“Ya're hot when you’re angry~”
“You always say that. Like a fucking broken record. Find something else if you want me so bad!”
Huffing, you felt a flush spread across your face as Butcher’s lips grazed the soft skin right under your ear. His palms travelled down to your bum, hooking them under the jean clothed flesh and gently lifting you up while he gave you a hickey. Hiding the cigarette in his mouth, probably burning the inside of his cheek, the man connected his lips with your body, pushing the stimulant out with his tongue shortly after and blowing the smoke out. His work of art disappeared withing seconds thanks to your superhuman healing factor, much to Billy's discontent.
“Billy please...”
“Please what?~”
“Please... Let me go...”
You sighed tiredly, clawing at the fabric on his chest and pushing him away once his plump lips left your skin. The man let you go, retracting his hands and taking a step back. Your feet hit the panelling with a faint thud, the material slightly creaked under your weight as you left the patio.
“Why didn’t you tell me we're leaving already? “
The next day, early in the morning, you asked as you noticed the three men get ready for mission Mindstorm.
“You're not going”
Billy responded, checking his gun and its magazine then throwing it into his sports bag.
“What? Why not? “
He exhaled heavily, turning to face you while his hand reached for another weapon to check.
“It’s too dangerous “
“Like all the jobs we do, what's the difference with this one? “
Asking, you raised your brow and rested your palms on your hips in anticipation. Billy let out another sigh, putting the gun he was holding aside and giving you his full attention.
“One look, one touch of your hand and ya're gone. Can't risk it”
“But you can risk Hughie? “
The man flexed his jaw, rubbing his beard, annoyance slowly boiling within him.
“He's a total pussy. Needs to finally grow some balls. The kid's halfway there”
“And I don’t have to grow some balls?”
“No, ya already have them”
The corner of his lips twitched a little, forming something of a smile.
“Thanks, but- Ugh! Why do you always have to do that?! Try to change the topic whenever I don’t agree with you!? “
Butcher chuckled, shaking his head.
“And why can't ya ever listen to me?... I know I've made some shitty decisions but... We need ya for Homelander... I need ya...”
He whispered the last sentence before continuing in his normal tone, foolishly hoping you didn’t hear it. But you did, and it struck your heart just a little bit, enough to make you comply.
“Can’t loose ya to fucking Mindstorm... Just listen to me this one time... Please... “
You fell silent for a second, staring into his greenish eyes.
“Fine... I'll stay...”
“Thank you”
Billy whispered, pulling you into his embrace and placing a gentle kiss on top of your head as you gripped his shoulders.
“We're gonna be back late. Don't ya dare wait for us”
“You know that's impossible “
You helped the man check the rest of his weapons once he let you go. Soldier Boy and Hughie already left for the car, Butcher was about to depart too when you stopped him, hooking your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
“Be careful... “
He didn’t respond, connecting your lips once again into a quick peck and leaving.
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The drive back to Legend’s was quiet, nobody said a word. For change, it was Hughie who drove the old Chevrolet Caprice as Butcher seemed too lost in his head. When the men came back, he didn’t even bother to see you, show you that he's alive. Instead, it was Hughie who explained you everything that happened. You pondered what Billy saw, what Mindstorm showed him. Becca? Or perhaps his father?... The second one nurtured you a lot. He never told you about his family - aside Becca of course - but from his conversation with Grace back at her hideout, you figured he had a bumpy childhood he most definitely didn’t want to talk about...
You took a boiling hot shower once your conversation came to an end, finally able to relax knowing everybody was alive, well... Not everybody exactly. One supe didn’t have too much luck. Wrapping your hair into a towel, you left the bathroom and headed to the living room, where Soldier Boy sat on the couch, smoking a cigar and watching the TV. You sat down on an armchair on his right and pulled your legs up onto the pillow. Before you could let loose though, you first had to fill his request.
“Sugah, would you be so nice and bring your gramps a cold beer?... Gosh that sounds awful! Let’s just stay with ‘old man’, eh?”
“What?...”
You asked confused, turning your head in Soldier Boy’s direction.
“Bring me a beer. You deaf or what?”
He shrugged and kept on switching the channels in search of something watchable, preferably some old Hollywood movies or a Vought production with himself.
“No, no, I mean- why are you calling yourself ‘gramps’ and ‘old man’?... ”
It took you a second to understand, without Ben’s answer. He looked back at you as realization hit. That made sense... A lot of sense.
“Oh no... No, no, no! And I called you a glazed donut! Oh my god!”
You hid your face in your palms and melted into the armchair out of embarrassment. How could you call your own grandfather that?! You didn’t know it back then, but still, what a fuck-up!
“If I were you, I would most probably say the same”
He smirked, redirecting his attention back to the TV as you whined.
“You’re not helping!!”
“And you’re not bringing me my beer!”
Sighing, you slipped off the leather covered cushions and padded to the kitchen to bring him, and yourself, that God damn beer.
“Did... Did Mindstorm tell you that?...”
“Better, he showed me”
Soldier Boy took a swing of his beverage then turned the TV off and set the remote aside. He was quiet for a second, gathering his words, then asked.
“Why the hell do you want to kill your own father? He’s your father! Back in my days we had respect for our parents no matter what! You kids these days are like snowflakes...”
“He’s a murderer. He murdered hundreds of innocent people. And I want to put a stop to that and to his reign”
“Fighting fire with fire, eh?”
The man raised his eyebrow with a witty smirk. He was right, you weren’t better yourself, especially recently. You wanted to stop Homelander from hurting people, yet what you did with Butcher was no different. You helped him kill dozens of supes – innocent and evil, you killed by yourself too and will keep on doing it probably until you’re gone yourself. But there wasn’t really another way that would actually work, not one that you could think of.
“I’m becoming what I hate the most... I know... I just... I just want peace... No more innocent people or supes killed, no more supes thinking they’re better than humans, that they can do whatever they want. No more corporations shoving supes and V as the blueprint of ‘amazing and only right life’ down regular people’s throats. Gosh... I sound pathetic...”
“A little. But hey, everybody has some dreams a’ight? And I’m actually kind of amazed you’re ready to sacrifice your family member to reach yours”
He admitted, raising the bottle in cheers.
“He’s not my family... Not anymore”
“He’ll always be your family either you like it or not. You have the same blood. We have the same blood”
“But you’re not a fan of him either. I bet you’d disown him if you could”
Ben pursed his lips, looking away and shifting in his place.
“Yeah, I would. That guy’s a pussy and a poser... Still can’t believe he’s my son... “
“Can’t believe it either...”
Letting out a tired exhale you relaxed your muscles and melted into the cushions once again.
“Aren’t you disturbed by the whole situation?... Y’know... Your granddaughter asking you to kill your own son?”
“I’m a little... Taken aback. I certainly didn’t expect this to be my first mission after escaping. I don’t complain. From what I heard it seems like he deserves it. But... He's still my son...”
Soldier Boy admitted making you hum in acknowledgment. Your whole family was... Bizarre.
“Also- I have to ask... What the fuck do you see in that skuzz?!”
“You mean Butcher?”
The man nodded, chugging down his beer and ‘politely’ asking for another one.
“I already had this talk with dad... I don’t feel like repeating myself...”
You exhaled heavily, taking another bottle out of the fridge and looking for something interesting to snack on.
“I ain’t your father! And I wanna hear too! Does he have a big dick at least?!”
“No”
Pinching the bridge of your nose you responded, closing the fridge with a loud smack as your snack expedition came to a failure.
“Then what is it? He’s ugly as fuck, has a small dick... Are you that desperate? With my genes you could have anyone!”
“Sure... Okay, just- His dick is not small or big, it’s... Enough. He’s good in bed and he’s handsome... But he’s such a fucking moron and a motherfucker... Y’know what, never mind. I shouldn’t even explain myself to you”
“Handsome... Pfft! Handsome my ass...”
Giving Soldier Boy the second beer you joined him on the couch, your head slowly dropping down onto his shoulder. It felt weird, but he came to enjoy it as time passed. With time the alcohol, though faint, and the soft surface beneath you let you slip into dreamland. Once Ben finished his drink, he put the empty bottle aside and hooked one of his arms under your knees, while the other supported your back, and carried you to one of the bedrooms where he let you sleep comfortably. He stayed for a few more seconds, sitting at the edge of the bed and watching you breathe. He wondered how his life would’ve looked like if he was never captured by Russians... Would Homelander be alive then? Would you be alive? Or would he have a true family with Countess, or some other gorgeous lady? Shaking his head he raised off the sheets and left the room, sparing you one last glance as he closed the door.
“Hey... Why aren’t you asleep yet?...”
You asked with a yawn, rubbing one of your eyes and walking up to Butcher. You wore some old, oversized clothes The Legend lent you for your stay, almost drowning in the fabric, hair pinned up into a messy bun with some strands pointing out in every direction, tiredly looking up at the man. The moment he saw you, Lenny’s words filled his thoughts once again, as if Mindstorm forcing him to re-live his traumas wasn’t enough.
“Cause anyone who’s ever loved you, you end up getting them killed”
Butcher shook his head slightly, running a hand through his dark mane.
“Why aren’t ya asleep?”
He bounced back without an answer, as he often tended to.
“Had to take a piss... Got lost... This place is huge...”
You sighed, slumping your shoulders and closing your eyes for a brief second, before opening them and gazing at Butcher. Despite being only half awake, and the lighting in the room playing against you, you noticed the wet skin under his eyes, as if he was crying. The tired expression on his face also indicated he must have been standing there, lost in his thoughts, for a longer while.
“Is everything alright?...”
Asking quietly, you took a step forward, hesitantly reaching for his hand.
“ ‘s perfect”
“Billy...”
The man let out a tired, and somewhat pained exhale, retracting his palm away from yours and instead pulling you into a hug. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and closed his eyes shut, while you awkwardly reciprocated the gesture, surprised by the sudden display of affection. You didn’t say anything, both unsure of what to say and fearing you’d scare him off. Few minutes passed and he was still glued to your body, fearing that if he let go you’d disappear, just like Lenny...
It was weird, he never hugged you for that long, it was definite something was not alright, but you decided not to press as of right then.
“Let’s go to sleep...”
You proposed quietly after another few minutes, almost drifting away in his embrace due to his welcoming heat. He was like a walking heater.
“Don’t make me pick you up”
You warned, earning an amused chuckle, before feeling his frame finally leave your body.
“Thanks...”
He said quietly, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head and grabbing your hand.
“Let me show you back to your room”
“Are you sure you know the way?...”
“We’re about to find out”
Flashing you his croocked set of teeth he led you back to ‘your’ room, hooking by the kitchen to get you a glass of water. You managed to convince Billy to lay with you and rest. You didn’t have to beg much as one gentle pull of his arm was enough to tip him over and upon hitting the mattress he was practically gone.
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The next day you woke up quite late, the sun was already pretty high up and the mansion was weirdly quiet. You felt a little dizzy getting up from the bed but blamed it on low iron. You changed into clean clothes and headed to the kitchen where you made yourself a cup of hot coffee and some light breakfast.
“Oh, look who finally woke up! Good morning sweetheart”
You heard Legend say behind you, turning in his direction and shooting a question without saying ‘good morning’ back.
“Where is everybody?”
“They left a few hours ago”
He responded with a shrug, pocketing your coffee for himself with a faint ‘thanks’.
“What?... Did they say where they were going?”
The man shook his head no, he could not care less as long as they were gone. You could stay though, he had no problem with that, he liked you. You frowned as he left with your mug, realizing what happened. That motherfucker must have drugged you with the late-night cup of water, that’s why you felt dizzy earlier and woke up so late. Whipping out your phone from the back pocket of your jeans you dialled Butcher’s number, but he didn’t pick up, cancelling the call almost immediately. You tried a few more times while packing your stuff, just to be ignored over and over again. You even tried reaching Hughie, but to no avail. At least he didn’t cancel the calls, just never picked up. You bid goodbye to Legend then flew to MM’s. To your surprise, everyone was already there, even Maeve!
“See I’m not the only one he fucked over...”
You said, looking at Hughie holding a pack of frozen peas over his bruised-up cheek.
“Alright, we’ll go to the office to try and stop Butcher and Soldier Boy. Y/N you go to Vought Tower, evacuate the people, in case we won’t succeed”
MM instructed, throwing on his leather jacket and motioning everybody to move. You nodded and took off immediately, heading straight to Ashley’s office.
“She’s right”
The gathered heads shot up at the sound of your voice, after listening to Starlight’s warning about Soldier Boy.
“He’ll be here any moment. You can’t risk so many lives-”
“There will be no evacuation”
Your father cut in calmly, walking into the office right behind you, placing his hand on your shoulder.
“Dad-”
“A a a. Shhh...”
He shut you put, sitting down on the couch opposite Ashley, Deep and A-Train, placing Black Noir’s bloodied helmet on the coffee table in front.
“You know, when the company first rolled me out in front of the cameras, they told me... I was gonna get my very own team...”
He reminisced.
“I wanted so badly for that team to be a family... And then I got you”
He hissed, pointing at the trio facing him, then turning slightly to look at you.
“Then I got you... For a brief moment I felt happy... Truly happy... But you had to ruin everything and flee. Ungrateful bastard... “
“Well sorry you can't handle a thought of someone being stronger than you! “
You tried to defend, but he just smiled creepily.
“Y/N... Just... Just shut up for once, will ya?”
“No. I will not. Not when lives of thousands of people are at stake and we just sit here and chat! We need to evacuate the building now!”
“THERE WILL BE NO EVACUATION!”
Homelander shot up, grasping your neck and squeezing it in his gloved palm.
“You’re making... A big mistake...”
You’ve managed to choke out between breaths. A second passed and John loosened up his grip on your vertebrae upon hearing a distinctive voice a few floors above.
“They’re here. We need to get the people out, now!”
You shouted at the trio once he let go of you and followed Soldier Boy’s voice. They just looked at you as if they’d seen a ghost, having zero intentions to move from their places.
“Come on! What’s with you people!?”
“You heard him. No evacuation”
The Deep finally spoke up, eyes full of fear of his superior.
“Pussies...”
Was the last thing you said, leaving them alone in search of your father and grandfather. Frankly, it wasn’t too hard, you could smell Butcher's rotting blood and Soldier Boy's radioactive ass from miles.
Flying up the stairs you found them on the broadcast floor, already arguing in a small conference room.
“Don’t listen to him! He might be your blood and flesh, but he doesn't deserve your name...”
Slowly walking in, you placed your palms on Soldier Boy’s armoured shoulders, whispering last sentence to his ear.
“YOU DON’T EITHER!”
Homelander snapped, pointing an angry finger right at you, a vein on the side of his forehead pulsing in rage.
“At least I don’t beg for it! You call me pathetic but that’s actually what you are!”
“Kids, kids. No need to bridle... “
Ben shushed you both like two disobedient toddlers, shrugging your touch off his costume. Both of you took a step back, but Homelander instead of stopping, headed for the door on his left, leisurely opening it and revealing a small figure who stood there all this time.
“Ryan...”
Butcher let out in fear, his expression softening immediately.
“This is my son, Ryan. Your other grandchild... The only right grandchild”
The blonde introduced the little boy, who looked at his grandfather in mild fear.
“See? You have a family. You have him... You have me. Forget about that bitch and join us. We can rule together”
The corner of Soldier Boy’s mouth twitched, forming a faint smile. He grabbed your hand and tugged you towards the two, placing a firm hand on Homelander’s shoulder, then looking down at Ryan.
“Jesus Christ... We don’t have time for a family reunion...”
Maeve whispered to Butcher, who completely ignored her, too focused on analysing every move of the two men, to react in time and save Ryan if shit went south.
“I wish I could’ve raised you son... And spoil you two...”
The three of you smiled a little at the idea of a happy family you never really got and never will have.
“Maybe if I’d raised you... I could’ve made you better”
He continued, much to Homelander’s discontent, his smile disappearing as fast as it appeared.
“And not some weak, snivelling pussy, starved for attention. But there’s no fixing that now...”
“Weak?...”
John questioned as his bottom lip quivered. If you didn’t know him, you would think he'd burst out in tears. But that would only prove his old man’s point.
“I’m... You...”
“I know... You’re a fucking disappointment. Y’know what I like about Y/N?... She’s not trying so bad to be her predecessor, she’s better than her predecessor...”
Suddenly, Ben threw himself at his son, pushing you and Ryan away beforehand.
“Leave him alone!”
The boy cried as you carried him away from the men.
“Y/N GET HIM OUT!”
Butcher instructed as him and Meave run to help Soldier Boy, pinning Homelander down. Ryan wriggled in your grasp, trying to get away and help your father, but you were stronger, tightening your grip around his ribcage, almost hurting him in the process even though you didn’t mean to. The boy was persistent, and smart at that, so he stopped moving and gathered his strength to do something else. You didn’t manage to pull him out of the room when a red beam hit Soldier Boy’s, forcing him away from Homelander. You looked down at your brother who’s eyes light up the same colour as the force. The brief moment of your inattention let him bite your hand and get out of your grasp, running up to your father. Before he reached him though, he got hit by Soldier Boy’s shield, coming in contact with a drawer full of files and collapsing on the ground.
“Ben what the fuck?!”
You screamed, both you and Homelander kneeling down above the boy checking whether he was alive. In meanwhile, Soldier Boy accumulated his strength, chest glowing more with every second, ready to wipe out everyone gathered.
“Ben not now!”
You cried in hopes he’d listen to you.
“Grandpa please!”
Your last try had been ignored too, leaving you no choice. Somehow, Butcher and Homelander got the same idea and the three of you lasered the soldier out of the room. He flew straight through a glass wall, the material shattering to pieces, landing on the polished floor of Vought’s TV station. William was quick to follow him while you checked on your brother, Homelander and Meave starting their own fight in the background.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
Soldier Boy questioned angrily, scrambling off the ground and picking up his shield.
“Not the kid...”
Butcher warned with a frown, both fists clenched ready to throw a punch, not that it would make a difference considering Ben’s skin of steel.
“Y/N said herself blood didn’t matter”
“He’s my wife’s son... And I promised her something”
Soldier Boy blinked confused, regathering and processing all the information, his old brain wasn’t necessarily keeping up as others might have thought.
“Wait... Homelander fucked your wife, and you’re fucking his daughter? And you want to save the brat at that? The hells’ wrong with you!?”
“A little bit of everything”
Butcher cracked him a creepy smile before all hell broke loose.
“Hey it’s okay, everything’s going to be okay”
You assured Ryan as he reached for your face, weakly cupping your cheek in his palm and whispering your name. Picking him up you placed him back behind the doors he walked out of, ripping a stripe of fabric from the bottom of your shirt and pressing it to his bloodied forehead.
“You stay here, alright? I’ll be back soon”
Ryan took the fabric in his hand and held it in place, nodding tiredly. Leaving a quick kiss on top of his head, you left the room walking past John and Margaret as if nothing and joined the two brutes outside just in time to save Billy. Soldier Boy was about to cut his head off with his heavy shield when your lasers hit his side, the man stumbled backwards dropping the weapon. Annie and Marvin joined you shortly after, holding the soldier back long enough for you to help Butcher up.
“Took you long enough!”
You shouted exasperated at the two.
“We’d come sooner if your lover boy didn’t lock us up!”
Marvin screamed back, firing at your grandfather. You just gave Billy a disappointed look before you turned to Ben, who briefly took Starlight down, and released your lasers in unison. Two beams connected into a fleeting yet powerful harmony that even Soldier Boy’s super duper shield couldn’t resist. It cracked under the scorching pressure, letting Billy destroy it with one punch.
“Damn...”
You gasped in amazement at the presentation of strength, a gallant Butcher really did something to you... Even though it was an effect of pumping himself full of temp V which you’d complain about later. Right then you had other things to worry about.
“Yeah! Fuck your shield bitch!”
You could hear MM exclaim triumphantly afore getting hit by its remains and falling to the ground. Soldier Boy threw a punch straight to Butcher’s jaw shortly after. The skin connected with a loud thud leaving you with another thing to worry about in the future. His fist swung again, though this time Butcher managed to block it and throw one himself. Ben’s head swivelled to the side, letting the man pummel his torso with enough force to make him take a step back. Soldier Boy was quick to bounce back though, this time not leaving Butcher any time for defence. He knocked him out with few swift punches, most probably breaking his nose in effect, throwing him right at MM.
“Ben please... You don’t have to do this just because of a little conflict of interest... Let’s just... Take down Homelander and go back home like we established... You will still have a family. A strong grandson you can raise for an even stronger man... And me. You can’t do much with me but hey, at least we’ll be together... Come on... Isn’t that what you always wanted? A family?... A happy family? “
You tried to reason, taking cautious steps towards him, broken glass and debris crunching under your weight. You could see something twitch behind his orbs, a glimmer of hope bubbling within you at the thought of his compliance. But anger clouded his mind completely and nothing was reaching him anymore.
“Jesus Christ... You talk so much... “
The man scrunched his nose at your little speech, attacking you shortly after you finished. He charged at you full force, dismissing the fact you could just fly away from his sight of view. And that’s exactly what you did, ascending above him, striking his back with your vision. The man staggered forward, yet seemed unmoved, swiftly turning around and crushing you against the ground with a harsh pull on your ankle. Your head hit the tile with a loud bang, dizziness hazing your senses. Soldier Boy used the moment of vulnerability and crashed his heavy boot on your throat, slowly pushing harder.
“I was wrong... You’re just as weak as your father...”
He growled disappointed, looking down at you with rage. You’ve mustered up enough power to strike his face with lasers, blinding him for a short period of time. The move let you throw him back and lean up on your elbows, looking at his limp body.
“Annie! Hit it! “
You rasped out excitedly, your little standoff being only a distraction to buy Starlight some time. Hughie amped up the lights to max, letting Annie accumulate its power. Sparks of electricity dangerously shimmered around the room, lighting it up even more, burning your eyes. Finally, the woman released her power, knocking Soldier Boy back shortly after he managed to stand up, his hefty body hitting you full force. You couldn’t catch a break... It came in handy though, as you were able to lock his arms behind his back and spread his legs apart, allowing the rest to intoxicate him with the Novichok Frenchie cooked up. As his lungs filled with the knockout gas, his chest started to glow once again while his body fought to get out of your grasp.
“And they say I’m stubborn!”
You commented, struggling to hold the soldier down. His figure started to radioactively heat up, burning your skin to the point you involuntarily let go of him. He shoved everybody away and pushed off the ground, the power within his chest growing stormier with every second. Looking to your left you saw Homelander and Meave having their own brawl, completely ignoring the actual danger, while on your right freshly awoken Butcher locked his gorgeous peepers with yours, shielding Ryan from the explosion that was about to happen, as the boy didn’t not in fact listen to you and came out of his hideout to see the fight. The broken expression on William’s face pained your heart, thereby giving you courage to end this once and for all. Getting up from the floor with the last of your strength you took off in Soldier Boy’s direction before he could blow up, holding him close and jumping out the window. The man held tightly onto you, drilling his bloodied eyes through your brain. He wasn’t going to leave the world alone. You fought to peel his hot grip off yourself, inching closer and closer to the pavement and road beneath you, when you finally succeeded, throwing him down and watching him combust. The intensity of the explosion barely grazed you, but it was strong enough to send you flying. Hitting your back against the glass facade of Vought Tower, you dig your nails in the material, slowing down your fall and sliding down the walls. You were too tired to fly, so it was the only thing you had left. Your muscles gave up around the 25th floor and you finally let go...
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That ‘comment on your a03 work’ email hits like a line of cocaine every time. unmatched dopamine increase. shoutout to everyone who leaves a comment on fics. you deserve the world
I didn’t mean to offend you I just genuinely think you’d like what the ai did with the story, it’s really great and maybe even better than the first chapter! I also asked it to make fan art based on some of your shorter works and they’re gorgeous, some of the best art I’ve ever seen. Ai isn’t as bad as people think so if you ever realize that and change your mind I can still send it all to you!!! <3
i wasn’t going to respond to this bc of how much it fucking pissed me off but i feel like this needs to be said.
don’t ever come into a writers’ inbox and openly admit you used ai to, let’s face it, plagiarise their work. i don’t CARE if you want it to be on my blog, you still fed it into an ai bot for your own gain. it’s fucking ridiculous that you blatantly ignored the rules on my page that state NOT to do this to my work.
also saying it’s “better than the first chapter” sorry but fuck you?? first you steal my work and put it into ai and then basically say my works shit and ur ai slop is better???
i work full time, i dont tend to write all that often, hence why longer one-shots/fics are barely posted. sometimes all i can get out is a little drabble/blurb. and then sometimes i lose motivation for fics/series’ that i’ve previously posted about. this doesn’t give you an excuse to take my work and use ai to create your own. sometimes fics just don’t get finished and you have to fucking deal with it. if i ever find the motivation again, i might post about it again, but if i don’t, then don’t use ai on my work. and especially don’t use it to create fucking fanart on my other pieces.
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Is it weird that after spending 5 years in one "big" city and going to school there, I despise the idea of going back there for college for another 4 or more years so bad that I feel both physically and mentally sick and want to cry my eyes out??
It's not like something bad happened in that city it's just..... Boring. There's literally nothing to do despite it being a "big" city.
There are like 4 events going on in there across the whole year :// No fun stores, no cool places to hang out. Just shopping mall, zoo, park on a small island and repeat.
I so wanted to get into college in another big city, that's actually big, but my entry exam didn't go too good and I've made a mistake while recruiting because of stress that'll most probably get me discredited immediately (and I can't even change it cause the stupid recruitment site won't let me xjdjdjcjjdjd)
I don't know... I feel stupid for feeling like that ://
I guess I just want to try new things, instead of living the same routine for next 4 or more years
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