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ickadori · 5 months

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[summary] kisaki meets someone a bit more organically than he had intended to.

[cws] fem reader -> reader is a mother (the son is named ‘ren’). mentions of an abusive relationship. abuse towards reader. mild violence. allusions to cannibalism. unedited.

[notes] this was in drafts since sept and i actually hate it now but i didn’t wanna delete bc he’s my first luv ^.^ ending is thrown together heh!

Kisaki believed in meeting people organically — he considered himself a bit of a romantic.

Dating apps weren’t an option for him (even if he wasn’t on every criminal watchlist available he still wouldn’t go that route - it screamed desperation, and he liked to be quiet with his) and he had turned down every offer of being ‘set-up’ on blind dates after he had given Hanma a reluctant ‘yes’ and ended up sat across from a coked up, wannabe model that dropped dead of an overdose before the appetizers even hit the table.

It was a bit hard to meet people naturally when you rarely interacted with the public, and when you did, it was because a few big name heads needed to roll. He couldn’t exactly go out to mingle just after taking a handsaw to a man’s neck—you had to be in the right headspace.

He had looked inward at first, scoured his payroll and checked out each and every name listed there. He would never get involved with anyone working directly under him (work and pleasure should never mix, after all) but extended family members were fair game, or so he had thought, before he had realized just how fucked up the people he had working underneath him was, along with their families. Prostitutes, convicts, plebes riddled in debt and holding cans on street corners to try and afford it, losers spending all their measly paychecks in pachinko parlors and whorehouses.

Kisaki had standards, and they didn’t come close to fitting them.

Back to the drawing board.

A white cloud of air leaves his mouth as he sighs, hands slipping into the pockets of his wool, trench coat as he steps out of the driver's seat of the car. He moves to head into the lobby of his office building, gaze quickly sliding over to the kid standing near the entrance before immediately disregarding him.

“Hello, Sir.” He’s greeted with a deep bow, and a dark brow quirks up as he turns his head to look at the boy. He stops, eyes taking in the way he shivers in the cold from his lack of coat, coupled with the ratty t-shirt, gym shorts and sandals.

“I don’t have any cash on me. I’ll send someone back down with some.” He goes to move around, only for the kid to shuffle in front of him and block his path. Kisaki has half a mind to plant his foot in his stomach, but bites down the urge and instead grips the kid’s shirt and wrangles him off to the side.

“Wait! I-I don’t need your money! I need your help!”

“Do you see a badge on me? Go to the police station.” He chuckles as he says it. He usually tells people not to go to the police station. “I can’t help you.”

“I can pay you.” The kid goes into his pockets and brandishes two fistfuls of coins, and Kisaki takes a good look around the dark, empty streets, trying to catch a glimpse of Hanma because this has to be one of his stupid ideas of a joke. “I need your help, Sir, please. My dad—”

“If a man can’t help himself he’s better off dead.”

“—keeps hurting my mom.”

The coins rattle due to the trembling of the kid’s hands. “What’s your name?”

“Ren.”

“How exactly do you think I could help you and your mother, Ren?”

“Kill him.” Ren looks him in the eyes as he says it, and Kisaki hums. Kids are stupidly brave, he thinks. No older than ten and he goes to elicit the help of a random man that he doesn’t even know—

“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes. I…” Ren looks around, unsure, before he’s squaring his shoulders and meeting his gaze again. “I’ve been stalking you! And I saw you kill people with that really tall man so I know that you do it!”

“You didn’t see me do anything like that so don’t ever say that again. Do you understand?” Kisaki should probably toss the kid over a bridge or something - kids had big mouths, and he didn’t need to be brought down by some hobo child who blabbed his mouth to the cops - but he had always had a soft spot for children.

“Yes, Sir.” Ren’s speech was starting to get hard to decipher, his trembling reaching an all time high as his lips turned blue, and Kisaki sighed as he slipped his arms out of his coat, leaving him in a white button down and suspenders.

“Put this on before you freeze.”

Ren pointedly looks down to the coins in his hands, and Kisaki juts his chin to the side, signaling for him to just toss it down onto the street.

“B-But I saved this for two months for you!”

“Just throw it.”

“But it’s money!”

It’s mostly yen coins mixed in with a few 10 yens, and Kisaki sets his mouth to tell him it’s nearly worthless, nothing worth holding onto, and that he could just barely afford a few lollipops, much less an assassination, but he just sighs out through his nose and lets the kid dump the coins into his hand. He pockets it, trying to remember the last time he’s had loose change in his possession, and hands off the coat to Ren who quickly puts it on. It drapes him like a blanket, the arms too long and the hem of the coat dragging along the ground, and Kisaki sighs again.

“Get in the car so we can get this over with.”

“This is your place?”

“It’s a shithole.”

“It is.” Kisaki agrees as he cuts the engine, eyes taking in the dilapidated apartment building. He’s seen many like it, but this one might just be the worst. A small section of the building looks to be burned, as if a fire started in a unit and took out a few apartments and no one ever bothered to repair it.

There’s loiterers lingering all around; teens looking to get into trouble, or maybe looking to stay out of whatever trouble is in their homes, junkies scratching at themselves as they pace back and forth, and hookers in dark corners with their johns.

“That’s what my mom calls it.” Ren continues. “She says we’re gonna move one day. She’s been working a lot to save up money.”

“Where does she work?”

“She won’t tell me.”

“Stalk her like you did me.”

“But that’s bad.”

“So you can do bad things to me and not her?”

“Well,” he shrugs. “You’re bad.”

“I guess I am.”

Kisaki opens the middle console and bypasses the gun stashed inside, inside pulling free the pair of brass knuckles and slipping them into his back pocket. “Does your father have a gun?”

“No, they’re illegal. The officer at my school says so.” Ren peers into the console and goes wide-eyed at the sight he sees.

“How big is he?”

“Really big—bigger than you.”

“Where does he work?”

“The… um, the lumber yard.”

The aluminum bat that he keeps under his seat is pulled free, and then he’s signaling for Ren to get out of the car as he steps out into the cold himself. They join at the front of the car, and like bees to honey, a few women who look as if they’re standing on their last leg make their way over to him, dollar signs reflecting in their irises as they take in the sports car he’s just gotten out of.

“Which apartment is yours?”

“It’s this way.” Ren sets off in the direction in which he pointed to, and Kisaki holds up a gloved hand to the women steadily approaching, stopping them in their tracks as they huff and send him scathing looks.

They’re heading in the direction of the apartments that had been burned down, and Kisaki considers offing the father and the mother and just dropping the boy off at one of the orphanages that actually give a shit about the kids in their care. Killing the dad would stop the mom from getting her head knocked left and right, but it wouldn’t fix their problems. Few people had what it took to pull themselves out of a hole like this one, and the woman was clearly lacking a few vital things up top to have ended up in this predicament in the first place.

“Goddamn fucking bitch. Where is it?!” The near snarl brings Kisaki out of his thoughts, and he reacts in time to snag ahold of Ren’s shoulder when he tried to dash for the apartment. A heavy smack sounds seconds later, followed by the sound of furniture and glass breaking, and another sigh, this one heavier, leaves him as he leans the bat against the wall and starts rolling up his sleeves.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” He mutters to himself, crisp sleeves rolling back to reveal toned, bronze arms. The muscles in them flex as lithe fingers wrap around the handle of the bat, and he rolls his shoulders once before taking a step back, raising his foot, and slamming it right below the lock.

It’s been a while since he’s done a house call, but he adjusts quickly. He rushes in —best to catch ‘em before the shock of the door bursting in wears off— and lays eyes on two people, a man and a woman. He aims low and hits a knee, and there’s a crunch that makes his eyebrow twitch and a scream that brings forth a wave of amusement.

The man stumbles, face screwed up in pain and spit and curses flying. He’s built like a brick house, and the physique reminds him of a certain taxing restaurant owner, so he swings the bat again, this time cracking a few ribs and sending the man sprawling down to the floor.

A floorboard creaks behind him, and reflexes kick in as he swings before he looks. A soft gasp and a shout of ‘Sir’ makes him stop just in time, and he turns to see he was about 3 centimeters away from caving the woman’s face—oh.

Even with the budding bruises, the haggard clothing, and the teary, snotty face, Kisaki has to blink twice and bite down on his tongue to make sure he hasn’t died and somehow snuck his way into Heaven—disgustingly cheesy, he’s aware, but he’s a romantic, you know, and the sight of you is enough to ignite something inside him that had been extinguished for quite some time.

He takes in a slow breath, and the tepid, stale air of this should-be-condemned apartment feels like a breath of fresh air, and he knows what this feeling is. He had felt it once, back when he was young and full of a puppy love for a woman that could just barely stand the sight of him.

He should leave, go back to his office and send a cleanup crew to get rid of all the loose ends. He had thought he wanted another woman to send him up in a tailspin, but there were too many variables, too many things that he couldn’t control, too many things that he couldn’t predict, and he was starting to run out of people to kamikaze box trucks for him when relationships went awry.

“Mom!” Ren runs to you, and you wrap him up in your arms, eyes warily watching Kisaki as you try and gauge his intentions.

“I-I don’t have what he owes you.” Ah.

“He doesn’t owe me a thing.” He forcefully drags his eyes away from you to instead look at the writhing man on the floor. Kisaki lifts his foot and settles it on his midsection, grinding the heel of his shoe against the protruding bones. “But I’m sure he owes someone, so I’ll settle the debt for them.” He looks back to you, and a clammy hand tightens around the handle of the bat. “Unless you have any objections...”

Your eyes flicker down to your child’s father, eyebrows scrunching together as you hold Ren tighter, and Kisaki pleads in his head for you to give him an answer that’ll snuff that flame you lit right out.

Ask me to spare him. Tell me how he’s not a bad man, even though he beats you black and blue and forces your son to seek the help of random men in the middle of the night. Cry that you love him. Make me hate you—

“Just... just don’t do it here, please. I don’t want him to see.”

“Of course.”

Ah, hell.

Kisaki guesses this is as organic as it’s going to get.

#kisaki x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader

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akutasoda · 8 months

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may i request some ranpo x fem! reader fluff, where reader is quite reserved and closed off at first until one day ranpo notices that she likes sweets and snacks too (particularly pocky bc i love them sm) and takes this chance to become closer to her , eventually become best friends and then lovers >< would be great if you could include some small interactions with the other ADA members :)

sugary sweethearts

synopsis - you and ranpo are quite alike in interests and as time goes you might be becoming something more

includes - ranpo ft. kenji, yosano, dazai, kunikida

warnings - fem!reader, fluff, slight mentions of insecurity, slight teasing, wc - 881

when you had originally received a opportunity to join the agency, you were very hesitant to join. you weren't really the best at making friends or talking with others at all. but with some pushing from friends/family telling you that it was a good opportunity and you would be great at it. you hesitantly agreed to join.

you had passed the entrance exam with mostly flying colours. it was your hesitancy and natural shy nature that had caused a few hiccups. the people you had met so far were nice enough but still you had to try and work yourself up to actually befriend some. however one of the first people to talk to you was the young blondete named kenji. he was a very nice person and had eased off some of your tension by helping you introduce yourself to others.

you also seemed to get along with the doctor, yosano. she noticed your shy natire and told you that any issues you could talk to her. 'girls protect other girls' she said.

but for the most part you were still quite reserved. not the most ideal quality for a detective, but you made up for it in other areas. and most days you just kept to yourself unless you had to interact with other members.

ranpo thought nothing of you originally. just another member he thought, a more closed off one but another co worker none the less. that was until he noticed yosano started speaking about you in higher regards. saying something along the lines of 'if you get closer to her you might be surprised'. but he didn't get how too. he was quite the eccentric one as some said do he had no idea how to talk to someone that was as reserved as you were.

that was until he spotted you coming back from a lunch break. as you sat down he saw you pull out a box of pocky and beginning snacking on them as you finished off your paperwork from before lunch. know he had an idea.

the next day at lunch he went up to your desk to talk to you. you looked confused that he had came up to you, you never really expected him to ever talk to apart from if you worked on a case with him. 'hey, i noticed you enjoyed these yesterday have a pack on me, if you share!' you were dumbfounded but remembered that yosano had told you to try and befriend more agency members as you were apart of the family now. so if you and ranpo had a common interest in snacks and sweets maybe you could do this?

so that was the first time you had lunch with ranpo, sure it was filled with snacks and not a proper lunch but you both enjoyed it. and it became a kind of small thing that you did with him quite regularly now.

and yosano started noticing, so after lunch one day she approached your desk with a smug smile. 'so how's it going lately' she inquired 'ah its going alright i think, i mean i think me and ranpo are close to being friends now' you glanced over to his desk and he offered you a smile and wave which you offered back. 'sure 'friends'' she said before walking off.

yosano wasn't the only one noticing the change in ranpo's behaviour towards you and noticing you become less reserved. and eventually dazai couldn't help but try and pry information out of you. and it did catch you quite of guard. 'sooo you managed to catch ranpo's eye' 'what do you mean?' you knew dazai was an interesting person to be nice but you had no clue what he was on about. 'you and ranpo i see what's happening, i think he's got quite the intrest with you' now you were just embarrassed 'what? no it's nothing like that, we're just friends' you wanted this conversation to end immediately as you face was starting to heat up. but here cane your saviour 'dazai! stop bothering her and get back to work!' you would have to thank kunikida later.

no matter how embarrassing that conversation was, it stayed in your head was dazai right? no you two were just friends. your surprised you managed to catch ranpo's interest in the first place, there's no way he was into someone as awkward as you. but little did you know ranpo was trying to figure out how to tell you something.

once ranpo had realised he did in fact have feelings for you, he didn't want to waste anytime to let someone else take you away. but he had no idea how to do that. so he was going to turn to yosano as he figured apart from him, you were closest to her. but he figured he was just going to be direct.

and he was direct. when you two were having your usual lunch time snacks. he asked you out. you were shocked to say the least but not in the bad way, you were just surprised that he would want to be with you. and of course you said yes. maybe taking this job was the best thing you could of ever done.

#x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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There is nothing j love more than Henderson!reader and Steve Harrington so if you’re looking for some prompts, look no further: Can you write a fluff Steve request where he unexpectedly comes over to the Henderson household after a dinner with his parents because while his parents talked all he thought about was how the Henderson!reader and Dustin are his family?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 3847

A/N: I set out for these prompts to be quick little drabbles but this one REALLY got away from me lmao. Also this one's more Steve-heavy than Henderson-heavy just bc I got real into the story behind his and reader's relationship, I hope y'all still like it though!

"Steven!" The second syllable grates his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

"What is it, Mom?" he shouts from the upper floor. It's useless, of course. She either can't or won't tell him. He runs halfway down the stairs, leaning across the railing. "Mother!"

"Oh please, don't be so immature," she rolls her eyes as she stands in the kitchen doorway. "And stop hanging like that, you're not a child anymore, for god's sake. Come down and set the table. And would it kill you to wear anything other than jeans? You know we've got company coming, and how important this is for your father."

With a heavy sigh, Steve makes his way to the dining room, and opens the closet to take out one of the "fancy" table coverings out. Ironic, he thinks. That would suggest they use the table for ordinary meals, too. Instead, it's plates of food left on the counter, not even called for, ready to take to whatever respective room they're each in; usually his mom eats while she watches her shows on the TV, his dad takes it straight back to the office, and Steve gets to eat in the comfort of his own bedroom.

Steve sets out the tablecloth, then the placemats, then all the correct forks, knives, spoons and glasses. He compares it to the photo his mother left in the closet for him, as a reminder because he kept "getting it wrong". Why have a fish fork AND a salad fork on the table if the entire meal doesn't have any of either?!

Once he's set everything up, he heads back up the stairs. A warning, "Steve..." from his mother causes him to shout back, "It's done, Ma! Take a look for yourself!"

"Oh, so you can do things when you're asked! Where's this energy when your father and I ask you to go get a real job, huh?" she asks.

Like a broken record. Steve gets changed into a dress shirt and slacks, stuffs his favourite crewneck and sweats into a backpack, styles his hair, throws some products from his bathroom into the bag too, sneaks into his parents' bathroom to spritz himself with one of his dad's colognes, and goes back downstairs to wait patiently like the good little family member he is. Having one of his dad's scents be at such close proximity is driving him crazy. Usually that smell precedes a monologue from his father that makes Steve hate himself, or a slap that stings for hours. He tries to get all the grossed-out facial expressions out now, before he becomes part of The Perfect Hosting Family.

His dad's guests arrive moments before his mother has to plate up. The couple that come in greet Steve briefly before he leads them to the dining room. His father offers to get wine from the cellar - he doesn't trust Steve after that one time when Steve was 15 and got drunk in there, supposedly ruining an important business proposal. It's up to Steve to make the small talk. "So, Mr Blake, how is your daughter these days?"

"Ah! Got into NYU! Naturally," he smirks proudly. "You, uh, you get anywhere with college?"

Steve shakes his head, recalling the fake reality for himself he'd been working on for this exact moment. "Not yet, my old man thinks I need real basic work experience, first. Can't get to the top without knowing the bottom inside out, right?"

"What a smart man!" Mr Blake laughs loudly, gesturing towards his father as he re-enters the room. "Punishing the boy with menial work before he reaps the benefits of a successful businessman."

"No such thing as a free handout, Jim," his father points to his guest. "Whatever it is that Steven makes of himself, it won't be through riding my coat-tails, that's for sure."

Steve wishes, just once, that his parents would have just enough pride to also protect their son's reputation. He sits the rest of the meal out in relative silence, perking up only when his mother would step on his foot and glare at him for not looking chipper enough. He takes every opportunity to clean up, washing dishes between courses and everything. The Blakes joke that his parents have trained him well. He just wants a few minutes where they can all just be out of sight, out of mind, for just a brief moment at a time.

As soon as the third course is all cleared up, Steve excuses himself from the table. "Are you sure, son?" Mr Blake asks, of course. It's not like anyone else at the table would call him that. "You could learn a lot about the trade by sitting in."

"Oh, thank you, but I've got quite a... Riveting biography upstairs that I'm itching to get back to," Steve plasters the fakest smile on his face before running upstairs. He throws his backpack out the window, jumps onto the roof below, climbs down and runs across the street to where his car is parked.

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"Mom! Could you get that? I'm on a roll here!" Dustin calls from the sitting room after the doorbell rings.

"Sweetie, I'm just getting these out of the oven, can't you pause?" she shouts back.

"You guys know I'm here too, right?" you joke as you loudly stomp down the stairs.

"Wish I could forget!" Dustin chimes over his shoulder.

"Oh my god, I'm devastated. How will I ever recover from such a scathing remark from - truly the greatest wordsmith of his generation?!" You sarcastically yell before opening the door to see your childhood best friend-turned-acquaintance who barely acknowledged you throughout school-turned-brother's best friend, somehow. "Oh, hi Steve. You look... Nice." Your nose scrunches at the scent that follows him, missing the way he looks at you in shock. "Smell like your dad, though."

"Y-Yeah, can I... Use you guys' shower? I can pay towards the water bill in return," Steve offers as he steps through the doorway and kicks his shoes off.

In comes your mother, bustling through to pull Steve into a close hug. "Now don't you be so silly, Steve, we don't charge family here!"

Steve holds your mom extra tightly at that. You don't see it from where you're standing, but his eyes fill with tears and glee. "You're the best, Mrs H."

"When are we going to be on first-name terms, Mr Harrington?" she teases, and even you laugh at that.

Steve kisses your mom on the cheek and breaks the hug to head towards the bathroom. He stops again at you to smile softly. "Good to see you again. You're like, never here."

You shrug, "Different circles, I guess. Go shower, you reek of Old Rich Man," you hold your nose and Steve salutes you before climbing the stairs.

"You good, sweetie?" your mom asks when he's out of earshot, rubbing your arm sympathetically.

"Yeah, sure," you shrug, "it's not like we're both in school anymore. I can still exist around him, we're all grown-ups here. I'm fine, I promise."

When Dustin finally dies in his game, you tell him you want a turn on the Atari next, and instead boot up Mario Bros. Your brother sulks at being demoted to player 2, but you simply shrug him off, "Should have beat me to it at being the oldest then, shouldn't you?"

"Oh my god, gross," he pulls a face.

"Yeah, not such a wise guy now, are you?! Now c'mon, you've got until your BFF is out of the shower to get us past level 5."

When you're both deep into level 5, you can just about hear Steve talking up your mom's cookies with her in the kitchen. "Save some for us, Harrington!" you shout, your eyes not leaving the screen.

"Come and get 'em then, Henderson!" he shouts back with his mouth full.

"I don't hear you telling him off for talking with food in his mouth, Mom!" Dustin shouts, and you both cheer as the "level clear" screen shows up. "Holy shit, we did it!" Dustin cackles to you, holding his hand up for a high-five. Sure, you're both sarcastic little shits, but there's the occasional moment where he's bearable.

You return it and start up level 6. Steve sits on the couch behind you both. "You guys beat it yet?"

"Yeah, the key to know when you've finished a game is when you're still playing it," Dustin retorts. "Obviously not yet."

"We finally made it to the level before the fina- Dustin, I need you down here!" you yell exasperatedly, but he's just as frustrated.

"Well, I need you up -"

You both chorus a, "Shit!" as the Game Over screen shows up.

Steve laughs, and Dustin scoffs, "What are you laughing at, Steve? Not like you could do any better."

"Oh, yeah? It's just pressing some buttons and knowing where to go, it's not hard." You look over at Steve, who's sitting leant back on the couch, legs stretched out and arms crossed. You notice he's now wearing a sweater and lounge pants. He still looks just as good in them as he did the other clothes. Fuck. The thoughts you were scared to have being around him. Still there.

You hold out your controller to him. "Only one way to find out, I guess."

Steve pulls an upside-down smile and slides off the couch to sit next to Dustin. He tries to wrestle the player 1 controller off Steve, but with no success. You excuse yourself to go and pick up a couple of your mom's cookies. You offer to help her clean up, but she ushers you back in to spend time with the boys.

You sit and watch the back of Steve's head as your head swims with thoughts. Why did he have to change his whole personality when you were in school? Especially when this is pretty much how you remember him when you were kids. What would have happened if he hadn't? Would he still be in your life? Would you have... Dated, even? It's never helped that he turned out to be super hot, apparently in any sort of clothing, so that's just great. But maybe it wouldn't have worked out, and maybe he wouldn't be here for Dustin, and Dustin needs him. So. It all works out for him, at least.

They barely make it through level 1 without biting each others' heads off. Level 3 is their ultimate demise. Dustin groans in anguish, "God, you are the worst to play with, why wouldn't you come and help me?!"

"Because I had my own guys to fight off! Why didn't you come to my aid?!" Steve asks, exasperated.

"Because you never said anything! You kept doing your own thing!"

"Because you were doing your thing!"

"Fellas, fellas," you interject, noticing Dustin's voice getting hoarser, "there's a very obvious tiebreaker here. Dustin?" You make eye contact with him and jerk your head aside, silently instructing him to sit on the couch. You then look to Steve and raise your eyebrows. Not even looking away from you, he drops the player 1 controller, shuffles over on his butt and picks up the one Dustin left. You scrunch your nose up as you nod, and retake your place on the floor.

"What are you even still doing here tonight, don't you actually have friends tonight? Why aren't you at your little witches' coven?" your brother asks.

"Nobody practices witchcraft in book club, stupid," you roll your eyes. "Vickie couldn't make it, and we're kinda 'all or nothing', so we're meeting next week instead. That's all," you falter, before clearing your throat and starting another game. You don't notice Steve's eyes narrowing.

The pair of you work really well together. Realising where Dustin went wrong, you actually verbally communicate with Steve as much as you can, knowing he doesn't know this game quite as well as you and your brother do. You start off with asking things of him, like "Hey, can you bop that guy there and I'll kick it off?" or "If I bop this one, can you come over and kick it?", but as the game progresses, you both communicate with simple, "Bop!"s and "Kick!"s. You're both starting to lean into the screen as you play through level 6, until you lose your balance and, not realising just how close Steve is, take him down with you. Dustin yells nonsensically as he watches both Mario and Luigi die at the same time, but you and Steve are too busy rolling around the floor, laughing at yourselves.

He's the first to pull himself back up, and he helps you up, too. His hand lingers a little longer once you're stood, just enough for him to stroke the back of your hand with it, and he looks at you softly. Adoringly? Longingly? He quickly lets go, though, and clears his throat. "Alright, Dustin, why don't we play something that won't make you lose your voice?"

You take him inviting Dustin to play, as a sign that you should retire and let them have the rest of the evening to themselves.

You're sitting on your bed, now several chapters into a new book, when a rapping at the door catches your attention. You shout, "Night, Mom!"

"Oh, it's, uh, it's me. Steve. Mind if I come in?"

You sit up, putting the book on your nightstand. "Sure!" He opens the door tentatively, and closes it behind him again, which you appreciate. If Dustin sees Steve in here, he might see it as an invitation for him to come in, and there's no way in hell you're okay with that. "What's up?" you ask.

"I dunno," he half-laughs, ruffling his own hair a little. "I just... Wanted to say hi, again. I guess?"

You smile at him as he sits at the foot of your bed, one leg folded beneath him. "Hi, again." His laugh has a little more heart in it, this time. "Were you... When you were all dressed up earlier, was that from your parents?" He nods sadly. "Are they still assholes?" He stays quiet. "Right. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want. Um," you look around the room, trying to think of something to talk about, but you're coming up blank. "So, what is it you do for wor-"

"What happened between us?" he asks over you, not making eye contact. You quieten down and he sighs. "Why... What was it?"

"Steve, I - you're clearly not in a good mood, I don't want to drag old shit up, we're adults now," you explain, but he looks at you directly.

"Please?"

"Seventh grade," you eventually groan in resignation. "Carol Perkins had just started dating that guy, Tommy Whatshisface, and you were all in the hallway before class. I came to find you to invite you to my birthday party. Carol told me that I must be dumber than a pet rock if I thought I had anything of worth to say to any of you three. A-and you laughed."

He rubs his eyes hard. "Shit. You know, I did try and find you at lunch that day. But I couldn't see you. And then you kept ignoring me."

"We'd had gym that day," you continue, "and Carol... Told me... You'd told her I was a desperate little nobody. And you wanted nothing to do with me. And you didn't know why I would think it was okay to invite you. And, I know it was probably stupid of me to believe Carol Perkins, but I was young and stupid and -"

"No, I get it," Steve cuts in, looking at you with sad eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't better at sticking up for you. But, I never, ever said those things about you. I've missed you."

You half-crawl on your knees across your bed to put your hands on Steve's shoulders, resting your head on the closest one. "Missed you, too. But, I'm glad you've been around for Dustin. He's needed someone like you. Especially since Dad..." you falter. Steve tilts his head to rest on yours, and holds one of your hands with his. "He needs a decent man around."

Another sad half-laugh. "Not many people would call me 'decent'."

"Well, I just did, so... Bite it or fight it," you repeat the phrase you always used to when you were kids. It meant "bite your lip and keep quiet, or fight it out physically between yourselves".

Steve chuckles, "We're a little old for that, right?"

You shrug, "Whatever gets you to stop talking shit about yourself."

"And what about you?" Steve asks. "My friend Robin said she couldn't hang out with Vickie tonight because Vickie said she had book club. So one of you is lying."

You sigh in defeat. "They're great. But everyone else is graduating this year. The ones that graduated with me, went to college. I couldn't put our family in more debt, not when it's just me, Mom and Dustin. But I didn't want to be a downer, or else nobody would want to hang out with me."

"I mean, you've not kicked me out yet, so I'm gonna mark that one down as "not true"," Steve notes, and you chuckle.

"Yeah, but that's different," you shake your head.

"Huh. So it's different when you're talking smack about yourself? Got it," Steve slaps his knees and stands up. You look at him with confusion as he turns on his heel. His whole demeanour changes. He's full of mischief. With a wicked grin, he says, "Nobody's allowed to say that to my friend!"

"Wait, no fair, you didn't say bite it or - Steve!" you laugh as he runs towards the bed, launches himself onto it and tackles you onto your back. He grabs your wrists, but you're able to push back until you're almost sitting upright. You manage to wrap your leg around him and, along with swinging your shoulder around with all your might, you're able to flip the two of you around so that he's on his back. The impact causes him to let go for a second, and you grab his wrists, pinning him beneath you.

You both take a pause to catch your breath, your chest heaving as you pant from the exhaustion of the struggle. His hair is fanned out all around his face in a perfect angelic halo. He's breathing heavily too, through parted lips. His lips... So perfectly plump and pink. His Adam's apple bobs with every breath. He's looking at your lips, too.

Before either of you know it, you're all over each other. Your hands move to slide in his hair, and his arms wrap around the small of your back. He pushes the kiss open to slip his tongue into your mouth with ease, a natural expert. It's electric, and you grip his hair near the roots. He moans into your mouth, his hands slipping down to squeeze your ass. You whine, breaking the kiss for just a second. You both look at each other with all the delight of two people whose problems do not matter in this moment, and dive right back into another open kiss.

Steve snakes his arms around you to roll the pair of you until he's once again on top of you. He strokes your hair out of your face, turns his hand around to drag the backs of his fingers down your cheek lightly while smiling at you with nothing but adoration. He looks as though he wants to say about twelve things at once, but instead he leans down and starts pressing soft, sweet kisses to your neck. You whimper, shakily whining out his name as you run your fingers back and forth through his hair.

He pulls up again to look at you, eyes heavy-lidded. "Baby, baby, baby," he mutters softly, "you're gonna make me take things way faster than I wanted if you keep that up."

"Hmm, what are - where are you staying for the night? Are you going back home?" you ask as you reach up to stroke his face.

"Not if I can help it, are you offering me something better?" he asks, nuzzling into your touch.

You half-shrug. "Big ol' bed here. Wouldn't want all that space going to waste, right?"

"Oh, we can't possibly be wasteful," Steve smirks before bending down to kiss you again. He holds your hip and pulls you into a half-roll so that you're both laying on your side, still kissing, remaining that way until you can't possibly fight off the tiredness any longer.

Steve pulls you close, so you're laying on his chest, and he strokes your hair and your arm in a gentle rhythm. Every now and then he kisses the top of your head, until you feel it get heavier with sleep. The last thing you hear that night is Steve purring, "Good night, beautiful."

You awaken on your mattress, facing the window. A pang of sadness hits your chest, until you roll over and see Steve still in your bed, just at an awkward angle. You lean over and see a Steve that he would never let anyone else see - hair sticking out at all angles, mouth hanging half-open, snoring lightly.

You start trying to stroke his hair back into shape for him and he snuffles, his eyes opening ever so slightly as he stirs. With a sleepy smile, he murmurs, "How's about paying a little less attention to my bed head and a little more time on my good morning kiss?"

You kiss him deeply, but fleetingly. "Lets get some breakfast, I'm gonna get rid of this morning breath, and then we can pick right back up, how's that sound?"

"Like the world's greatest plan," he beams back, leaning up to kiss you again.

Once you get downstairs, two items greet the pair of you: a tupperware container filled with cookies and with a note taped to it that reads, "a snack for the road, for my favorite future son-in-law"; and a note in your brother's handwriting that reads:

RULES FOR DATING:

no kissing/cuddling/gross shit in front of me

no ditching me to hang out with each other

no talking about the other one when we ARE hanging out alone

I am not above hurting either of you if you hurt the other one

Welcome to the family officially, Steve. Don't fuck it up.

"Oh my god, they're so embarrassing," you rub your face in half-tiredness and half-embarrassment.

Steve chuckles, "It's cute. And I think Mr and Mrs Steve Henderson sounds cuter."

"Shut up," you slap his shoulder playfully and he laughs harder, before pulling you close by the waist. "Although..." you muse, sliding your hands up his torso to rest on his shoulders, "these just being left here means neither of them are in the house..."

A glint appears in Steve's eye as an equally eager grin slowly spreads across his face. "Race you upstairs."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #*myfics

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ihavemanyhusbands · 7 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/ihavemanyhusbands/728940451842883584/omg-richie-w-a-latina-reader-please-esp-bc-we

Re: this post hehe

A request where Richie and reader are friends that are super flirty (a lil too flirty), but they’re close!! Like he’s met some of your fam, your mom calls him mijo, y’all always say hi w the usual cheek kiss (he justifies it to the guys that he does that w Tina too, just to hide the fact that he gets lil butterflies when you do it), you teach him and Eva Spanish here and there

At some point he has this “oh fuck she’s hot but oh fuck she makes me feel 🥺💕” moment after ages

AAAAAAAAAA¡¡¡!!!!¡¡¡¡!!!!¡¡¡!!!

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"Wait, is that...?" You gasped as you recognized the tall figure emerging from the car, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a case of Modelo on the other.

Immediately, you looked down at your fachas -- a pair of sweatpants and an old college hoodie, perfectly paired with some slippers. Your parents were hosting a carne asada, but your dad had assured you it would just be family around.

No one ever really dressed up for this kind of thing, but that was unless the guy you had an embarrassingly big crush on was in attendance.

You turned to glare at your dad, who was working the grill. "Apa! You invited Richie?"

"Yeah, of course! What, you didn't want him to come?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you two were friends... or something."

"We are friends! It's just..." you gestured at yourself exasperatedly. "You could've given me a warning!"

"Oh please, if he doesn't like you all fodonga, then that's his problem."

You rolled your eyes, having to plaster on your best smile as Richie came closer. He greeted your mom first, kissing her on the cheek before handing her the bouquet.

"Para ti, mamá. Just for you. Pretty, right?" He said with an utterly charming grin, accepting her excited embrace. "Thank you for inviting me. Let me just put these in the cooler."

As he approached you where you stood, coincidentally right next to the cooler, he nodded and waved at a few more of your family members. Everyone seemed excited to see him, and it was as if he had always been a part of things.

"Hey, Richie," you said with an awkward little wave, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Hey, pretty lady," he said, his handsome smile seemingly wider than before, bending down to kiss your cheek. "Todo bien?"

A pretty fierce tingle ran down your spine as you felt his stubble graze your skin, and you had to keep yourself from shuddering.

You nodded quickly. "Y-yep, all good."

He knelt to put the beer in the cooler and your dad called out behind you, "Ey, Richie! How are you, compadre?"

Richie went to greet him next, the two of them clapping each other's backs.

"Smells fucking amazing. You need help with anything?" Richie offered, his eyes momentarily flicking in your direction and meeting your gaze.

You looked away, smiling a little to yourself.

"Niña," your mom said teasingly, elbowing you a little on the side. "Is there something you wanna tell me? Are you two finally dating?"

"No! We're just friends," you said defensively. "I don't even know if he likes me like that."

"Ay, por favor. You two have more tension than my telenovelas. You can't keep your eyes off each other."

"Amá!" you hissed, bringing a finger to your lips. "Not so loud. He's right there."

She shrugged helplessly, which only made you sigh. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Come on, mija, take a shot of tequila for courage and tell him how you feel," she said. "You know what? I'm gonna play some Luis Miguel to set the mood. Wait here, I'll bring the bottle."

You shook your head, knowing that even if you were definitely not making any confessions, you would still need the tequila to get through the night.

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#richie jerimovich x latina!reader #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich fanfiction #the bear fanfiction #the bear x reader #spanish tag

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hotwheelschili · 5 months

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Sainz Sr has always rubbed me the wrong way, maybe not like Jos Verstappen levels of ick, but pretty up there… that mentality he taught Carlos from the young age that he has to toughen up if he wants to succeed, I can’t imagine saying to my kid that he can’t be himself and be successful at the same time. And sure, maybe this mentality is right for the sport, but it seems like it’s not right for Carlos as a person which in turn affects him as an athlete because he’s afraid to disappoint his father or embarrass their family name so he has to play up the ‘tough’ act. Idk. My perception is that he’s just different than his dad but he’s been molded into someone else his whole life so there’s a big conflict inside of him. His dad needs to step away from managing Carlos’ career me thinks, I feel like that would bring Carlos at least some peace

I wanna relate the ‘toughen up’ with the way he acts around people, he’s so constructed around patriarcal masculinity that being soft around people is weak and so he has to masc his affection by being rough (ie. his way of showing affection is physical touch but feminine! So I’ll hit and shove and throw you around bc I’m a man and I’m supposed to be rough)

It’s so obvious that senior is the most important member of the sainz family, he’s a renowned sportsman plus I’m guessing he’s the responsible one for the family’s wealth and political power so everyone looks up to him as the leader and so being named Carlos, after him is such a big honor and you’re the only boy! So you have to carry on the legacy of the successful sainz family, so you have to live up to be as great and efficient and be a leader, be a shark, a force to be reckoned with, that’s what you father tells you since you are 6, and all the family around you telling you “you got to be as great as your father”. In a family with such conservative and patriarcal values there’s no room to make a mistake or even be mid, it’s glory or failure, and they won’t hesitate throwing at his face everything they have given him and his only job being to be the person they boast around in gatherings and events.

But Carlos, he’s soft, he show he cares, he doesn’t like putting people down, he never boasts about winning bc he can see that the real fun part was the activity and not the result, ofc he likes winning, everyone does but like with lando, when asked who wins at golf and saying ‘oh in the end we didn’t keep score’ or with charles in the challenges, whenever charles gets too competitive he always offers to share the points instead or recognizing his efforts out loud.

I think he does feel immense pressure of living to his dads standards, show him he can be as good as his dad expects him to be, a carlos sainz as good as carlos sainz and the spanish media have a whole cultural background approach to carlos that he has to be perceived as a tough, emotionless guy, he always sounds snarky and very masculine coded when talking to dazn, very matter of fact. With his country also expecting him to succeed like the other spaniard in the grid with 2 wdc.

I agree with you, if his dad stopped managing him I think he would be able to relax and craft his approach to the sport that he loves in a more personal way and not with his dads expectations but also financial and political interests looming over him.

This was very rambly and messy and the anthropological pov discourse possessed me for a little bit there.

If you have any more thoughts I’ll be happy to read them.

#I have so many thoughts about this man I’m about to pull up references and bibliography #carlos sainz #his relation with masculinity and family and political world that engulfs him #when boy just wants to vroom vroom in fast cars #like the fact that he would be just fine if he never got into f1 but he was made to enjoy his fathers passion to the point of it being his #whole life #uf! don’t get me started #alex answers #f1 #formula 1 #Carlos sainz JR

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no one reads these anymore right? Maybe i should post on wordpress…

I won’t be with Maria outside Pittsburgh tonite.

You know when you want to be mad at yourself even though it doesn’t matter and it becomes some sort of theater?

This week in scattered thought and action… not complete: I flew to Columbus Ohio and in the cab from the airport I left my airpod holder/charger and the portable brick charger attached. i got a new airpod holder charger but not a brick bc i have a backup.

I was flying to minneapolis the next day and misplaced my wallet to the tune of six witnesses and 90 minutes of scramble and me remembering witnesses to bad behavior, while technically, could be turned into an audience of my tragic death scene… they didn’t buy a ticket. So i was pretty good (tho not perfect… i was a little teary eyed and so mad at myself)… i thought i was rewarded for my patience by finding my wallet.

I go to Minneapolis and get to the airport early. So early I use up the charge on my other brick charger so plug it in. I missed the flight to Pittsburgh bc I left the charger and WENT BACK FOR IT. It’s not a fellow Marine… it’s a $100 charger. But I asked the people to call the gate and ran for it but the door was closed. So I missed the flight. And i had a small temper tantrum and cried and - it wasn’t the worst - like it wouldn’t go viral. But it was embarrassing and there was no way to get there on time for the show. So the agent has to find a new opener for Maria. My luggage is going to Pittsburgh. And I’m flying back to LA.

I am now trying to parse why I still want to hate myself for forgetting so many things this week. I want to still be mad at myself and have people be mad. Maria gave me extra money. I think - I HOPE it was the bump from last night’s show and not just sick pay:) but I’m not good at not accepting money. So I’ve taken it. I know Maria gets it. She has missed and forgotten things. But I’m just so mad and scared it’s the end of my brain working. But it’s also - A. OVER… just keep swimming Dory. And B. So many moving parts and not sleeping a lot. So chill kashian.

And I’m still in a skyclub. I’ve told the story to too many Delta reps and can’t face telling it to every friend and family member. To each person asking “so you couldn’t get another flight and make the show.” “There wasn’t another early flight?” I probably would have taken it. “The plane was there but they wouldn’t let you on?” I probably would have gotten on it. “So your luggage is on the flight to Pittsburgh? You checked it at Minneapolis?” That’s how checked luggage works.

“You knew the flight was boarding and Minneapolis gates are really far, why didn’t you just abandon the charger? The charger costs $100 - you would have got to hang with your friend, watch her work on her set, work on your new jokes and make more than $100?” And then I want to get defensive and explain tired and I already lost one… And I KNOW the questions aren’t there to make me feel worse - just people thinking out loud to get the problem and either fix it or offer ideas of how not to do it in the future. Hell, that last has not even been said to me… that’s the Parole Board Committee meeting that’s being held in my head right now. And you’ve just read the minutes. Sigh.

No sympathy is required, just venting and others might need to hear my brain and know they aren’t alone.

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Hi there! I hope you're having a decent week! So, I have some questions idk if you'd thought of this topic before.

So, I've been rewatching The Flash s3 + s4 (even tho, I have mixed feelings [sorta negative] for those seasons), and it's very apparent. . . Wally's speed and Cisco's powers make Barry. . . obsolete, lol. And in the s4e2, they knocked Wally out during the meta confrontation. It seems clear it was like that bc having two speedsters awake would solve the sitch too easy, haha.

But yeah. . . what ways you'd make Barry still 'relevent' even tho, there are members in Team Flash with powers that outmatch his?

Sorry if this is a lot, I'm just curious. Especially since the show has nerfed Wally and Cisco's powers often as if to ensure Barry wouldn't be useless. 😂🤔

My week's been fairly good. Admittedly, my insomnia has come back, but... the wasp invasion my home has been suffering has shown signs that the wave of wasps coming down from the attic is coming to an end earlier than expected. So, comparatively, I'm doing pretty good this week. Thanks. ^_^

Oh, yeah, having two speedsters around was very much not well handled by the show runners. Especially having two speedsters + Vibe. Knocking Wally out in s04e02 was definitely a way avoid having to figure out what to do with that. And then Wally got sent over to the Legends in the ultimate avoidance move. Though I'm not clear on the sequence of events that lead to Keiynan deciding to leave the franchise, I know that the decisions made about Wally going into S4 played into that choice.

So S4 should have shown more of Wally as the lead speedster of the team. Either it should have taken longer to get Barry out of the speed force, spent longer on the idea that Barry was unwell and unable to be the Flash, or both. That first half of the season entirely should have been Wally as the Flash because S3 should have ended with Barry passing the torch, telling Wally 'you're the Flash now' before heading into the speed force prison. And Wally should have been struggling with his confidence, feeling like he's in Barry's shadow and worried he's letting everyone - especially Barry - down.

It would have been a great chance for Iris and Wally to really center and cement their sibling relationship. As well as having Wally officially graduate from Kid Flash the sidekick to Flash the hero. And I think it should have been Cisco more obviously as the team lead with Iris taking more time at the comms because Cisco has also started hero-ing more often, even though he too worries he's not a good fit.

When Barry does get back, there's no sudden snapping back and he's 100% okay again either. He's faster than Wally after marinating in the Speed Force, but he's mentally unwell and needs time to heal from that and regain his confidence in his ability to do his jobs - CSI and Flash - as he does. Honestly, the season's theme would have been about struggling to find one's place and sense of confidence amongst all these big upheavals. Which Ralph's arc would have fit into pretty well too, given that he struggles to find himself as a hero and become a better person than the detective he used to be when Barry and Joe knew him last.

I'd move the DeVoes to Keystone. So as the season progresses, Wally is spending more and more time there. Even transferring his college courses over there to give him an excuse to be at the campus where they work. The investigation into the Devoe family then becomes a shared venture between Iris and Wally, but also offers a look into the true scale of the accelerator's fallout from the start of S1 - Keystone's metas may have taken a bit longer to start showing powers, but there's a growing meta threat across the river from Central City that can be laid at Eobard's feet. And because of this there's a slowly growing problem of Team Flash being pulled in two directions - a threat showing up in Central at the same time there's a problem that needs the Flash in Keystone too. And that way Barry still gets to be the big damn hero when he's finally ready to assume the mantle of the Flash again, but it doesn't take away from Wally being able to stand on his own and continue to be the Flash in his own right too.

I'd say Barry's still never 100% recover from what happened to him, but with the show's track record with disability... having a disabled hero instead of yet another disabled villain would have gone a long way towards making up for that casual ableism that permeated the early seasons and never truly went away. So Barry has good days and bad days and part of his arc once he does retake his place as the Flash is learning how to recognize, and accept, his limits. When he needs someone else to take the lead and it's hard for him to do because accepting how disability has changed him is a process. Yes, he can still be the Flash, but no it isn't going to be the same as it used to be because he isn't the same.

The final result of this version of S4 would be that Wally becomes the Flash of Keystone. He likes it there and it's as the Flash of Keystone that he's truly come out of Barry's shadow as a speedster and hero. This would allow for an S5 that has both speedsters, sometimes working together and sometimes with one of them in the background doing their own thing while the main thrust of the episode focuses on the other. It'd allow for telling bigger stories too for the overarching plot - maybe having seeded the idea in S4 that there are suddenly more speedsters in the background thanks to the speed force storm at the end of S3, and that makes identifying and training the speedsters a focus in S5. S5 being another non-speedster villain season but seeding in the background that August Hart feels resentful of being a slower, less powerful speedster and his origins in becoming Godspeed in S6. It would have also been a great time to explore other speedster characters - like Meena Dhawan, without turning her into Eobard's love interest in the process - and show how much Barry really loves teaching his fellow speedsters, maybe even more than he likes being a hero himself.

Putting Barry in charge of teaching a new batch of speedsters in S5 also would have given Cisco a good chance to step up and shine as the lead hero more - bailing the baby speedsters out of trouble with Cicada and handling threats entirely on his own, no longer having the distraction of his off-world relationship with Cynthia that kept him out of the way sometimes in S4. It would have also given Barry a chance to really bond with Harry more, as Harry struggles to accept his new limitations from the loss of his genius and his worry over having a place on the team... things Barry understands well having gone through something pretty similar in S4. He got through in part because he had Harry's support and he wants to return that support in kind. If Harry will let him.

My fic Untethered is actually intended to be the start of a series exploring this sort of AU, actually - not this exact series of events because I also wanted Eddie alive in there - but a version of S4 where Barry comes back and isn't magically better. Where Wally has to continue being the Flash, even once Barry is well enough to start being the Flash again down the line.

#kitkatt0430 answers #kitkatt0430 rambles #the flash #the flash meta #fandom meta #fanfic ideas

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Azalin Reviews: Darklord Soth

Domain: Sithicus Domain Formation: 720 BC Power Level: 💀💀💀💀💀 Sources: 3e: Ravenloft, Secrets of the Dread Realms, Gazetteer IV; 2e: Domains of Dread, Domains and Denizens, When Black Roses Bloom, The Evil Eye, Tales of the Lance; 5e: VRGTR; Novels: Knight of the Black Rose, Spectre of the Black Rose, Tales of Ravenloft; CW: Spousal abuse Since the new Dragonlance book came out this week, I thought I’d do a throw back Wednesday (I’m a King, I do what I want) for Lord Loren Soth, everyone’s favorite overcooked BBQ Knight of the Rusty Bucket. Creator arguments aside, Soth’s history is a bit complicated and at times convoluted, so I will be sticking mostly to how he arrived in Ravenloft and the dust he collected while there.

Lord Soth is the embodiment of what a Knight should not be wrapped in a burnt tin can covering the remains of an overdone sausage. Once a member of the highly esteemed Order of the Rose of the Knights of Solamnia, Soth was known for his so-called good deeds throughout Krynn. Now, if such good deeds are done for one’s ego and not selflessness, what are they really?

No one can doubt Soth’s devotion to the Order of the Rose after he not so subtly designed his castle, Dargaard Keep, to resemble a rose. A lack of many tall towers and skulls in my opinion, but there is no accounting for taste.

Soth had an arranged marriage with lady Gladria of Kalaman. Their marriage was a loveless and barren one. A story a bit too familiar for my tastes, so we will move on. As unhappy at home mangers tend to do, Soth forced his 13 loyal Knights to roam the relatively peaceful country side with him to “do good” so he could spend more time working than being a family man. One day they saved a group of elf maidens from ogres and Soth fell in love with one of their number, Isolde.

Soth broke his Knightly vows through his infidelity with Isolde and instead of stepping down from the Order as his womanizing father before him did, he decided the best course of action was to have his Seneschal, Caradoc, murder Gladria so he would be free to marry Isolde. And with Gladria’s corpse still warm, he did just that.

Surprisingly, the Knights of Solamnia can count to 9 and upon seeing how very pregnant Isolde was after a month of marriage figured things out. Soth was stripped of his Knightly Orders and imprisoned for his crimes. He was shortly after rescued by his 13 loyal knights and, lacking any actual plan of escape, they returned to Dargaard Keep.

Shortly thereafter, the Knights laid siege on Dargaard, demanding justice against Soth’s crimes. Stirring behind the stone pedals of his keep, Soth became physically and, at times, mentally, abusive to his men and his wife.

In a rare moment of clarity, Soth realized what a rusty old piece of junk he was being and prayed to Paladine for redemption. Why do religious types go directly to their gods? Perhaps not beating your wife and facing punishment for murdering your other wife is the actual answer here? No? Too easy? Well, as gods tend to do, Paladine offered Soth a chance at redemption – stop the power-hungry Kingpriest of Istar from binding the gods to his whim or Paladine will send a giant meteor to destroy all of Istar. Paladine: God of Ultimatums.

A little background for those unfamiliar with Istar. Istar was a center of peace for a long time but slowly descended into corruption after declaring itself to be the center of “good” and “light” in the world. The Kingpriest’s orders became more and more corrupt, eventually declaring a mere “evil” thought as a crime. He planned on binding the gods to his will and this is what Paladine sent Soth to stop.

Soth, being the dried out husk of a Labrador retriever that he is, set forth to do just that. However, he came across some of Isolde’s companions while on the road and they convinced him Isolde was being unfaithful. Soth, having no confidence in his abilities to please a woman, believed their tale without question and ran back home to yell at his wife.

As he confronted his wife, who did everything to shield their son from him, Paladine’s Cataclysm struck, setting Dargaard Keep ablaze and knocking a rather conveniently placed chandelier on top of Isolde and their son. She held out their son to him, begging Soth to save him, but he ignored her. As they died, she cursed him to “live the life of all those he had doomed”.

The flames consumed Soth and he rose as a Death Knight and the only remaining etching on his once fine armor was a single, burnt rose earning him the moniker “The Knight of the Black Rose”. His loyal Knights turned into mindless skeletons, Isolde’s elven companions into banshees, and Caradoc into a ghost.

In Krynn Soth served the dragon deity Takhisis for many years and eventually became obsessed with the Dragon Highlord, Kitiara. Ignoring his duties once more, Soth planned on trapping Kitiara’s soul in a gemstone while Takhisis was throughly distracted fighting Raistlin. Not one to do his own work, Soth sent Caradoc to collect Kit’s soul and promised Caradoc his returned mortality if he did so. Caradoc might have been considered a “fop” by most, but he was smart enough to realize that Soth would not fulfill that bargain and hid Kitiara’s trapped soul to ensure his side of the deal.

Soth, who solves all things with violence, managed to snap the neck of the ghostly Caradoc instead of bowing before him to get the soul gem. At the same time, the two were enveloped by the Mists and transported to Barovia.

In Barovia, Caradoc was under von Zarovich’s so-called protection. Caradoc stayed at the Castle Ravenloft and informed Strahd about Soth’s character and Strahd used that information against the Death Knight.

Soth’s time in Barovia mainly amounted to him falling for von Zarovich’s obvious manipulations as he ran around with the werebadger Azrael and the Vistana Magda. This resulted in one dead red dragon and Gundar’s disturbing progeny before Soth realized Caradoc was with Strahd the entire time.

After swinging his sword at everything von Zarovich could throw at him, the Count gave in and handed over Caradoc to the Death Knight. Seems bad tactics to send an army of undead against a Death Knight without using any destructive spells in his arsenal…but Strahd was not the best of students.

His ghostly seneschal back by his side, Soth proceeded to go about killing him (again), but he was denied this as the Mists came for him, forming Sithicus as his Domain.

Sithicus is a land dominated by elves, songs of lament, and a rusty Death Knight gathering dust on his throne as he stares at the Memory Mirrors Tindalfalus fashioned for him. There he was gifted with Nedragaard Keep (literally means “not Dargaard”), which resembles his old home but its shifting nature irritates the orderly soldier. He has command over his 13 skeletal knights and 13 banshees continually inform him of how horrible he his. On the full moon he must sing of all the wrongs he’s done, which in Sithicus is about every 8 days.

While Soth was collecting dust, Azrael carved a position of rulership for himself. Azrael’s machinations lead him to conduct a ritual within the Black Chapel of the Veidrava Salt Mines in order to gain control of every shadow within Sithicus and thereby grant him the power to destroy Soth and claim the throne.

Azrael was thwarted by some do-goer. The interruption of his ritual resulted in a giant ball of negative energy smashing into Nedragaard Keep. Soth was unharmed and granted a chance to undo his past by reliving the moment where he refused to save his son. He refused once more, yet was removed from Ravenloft. Depending on which source you wish to believe, back in Krynn, he found redemption after refusing service to Takhisis, which caused the goddess to grant him mortality and a swift death. Alternatively, Sithicus is now part of Klorr in 5e where all the failed Domains delve. Lord Soth may be among them.

Before all that, Soth was quite active in his Domain – seeking a way back to Krynn, obsessing over Kitiara, annoying the elves he decided he hated, and creating the most horrifying type of vampire – vampire Kender. He’s a formidable opponent with only a few spells, but of the powerful/destructive type. He has control of vast undead armies and is unstoppable force that will beat down anything in his way until it crumbles.

When not doing his best statue impersonation, Soth is not one I would want to face without sufficient preparation. His power level is certainly a 5 out of 5. Personality on the other hand…I’m not sure he has one.

#soth #lord soth #dnd #ravenloft #tumblrloft #darklordreviews #dragonlance #azalin rex

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An Actress life - Chapter 1

A/N: please excuse this bc I wrote this story like two years ago, so it might be different to the works I write now lol sksksks maybe you still enjoy it.

PS: this was my first fan fiction ever!!!

Chapter one

word count: 1,252 words

It is the last day on set of the tv show you have played in for 7 years. You're a bit sad about that, that it has ended. But you're also happy, because the last 3 years weren't that easy. The crew sucked sometimes and the most members of the cast didn't understand any jokes, they were serious about everything all the time. You didn't enjoy going to work, you always thought being an actress would be rather cool, it is, but at this set you haven't felt like that. This tv show has showed you the negative aspects of being an actress. On the other hand you are thankful for this time, because of this show you met your best friend Gen.

You know her since the show has started that means for seven years and you are thankful that you are allowed to call her your best friend. She is so adorable and you love her. And because of you she is married to Jared Padalecki, why because of you? Because in 2009 you filmed 'Friday the 13th' with him, although you were in your show you managed doing both. So that you and Jared worked together, got along very well and hung around a lot, you introduced the two with each other. One day you took Gen to a bar, where Jared and other people from the crew and cast were. They also got along quickly and went on dates but maybe you weren't the single reason why they've married.

Gen got a small part in Supernatural where Jared has a main part as Sam Winchester. You remember like it was yesterday when they have called her, in this moment you were sitting in a tiny coffee shop, talking about everything and then she got this call. She screamed so loudly, everyone was looking at you like you two would be crazy. But yeah that's how they met first, because of you. When they married you were her maid of honour, you felt honoured, since you two didn't know each other rather long when she chose you. Their wedding was a dream, everything seemed perfect. She looked amazing, indescribable more than words can say.

Okay, enough story telling of your best friend's life. Your love life isn't that exciting right now you are single for two years, because your ex boyfriend has cheated on you when you were shooting for your tv show. That has happened 1 year after Gen and Jared's wedding. You two were 6 months in a relationship, so it was not that hard, like the relationship you had before. Enough of your past life. Right now you are in your hometown Austin to visit your parents, you haven't seen them for weeks even months. Your mum told you to visit her and your stepfather, because some of your family from Poland is there and you have missed them a lot.

You knock at the door and your mum opens it, full of happiness to see you, you breath out of relief, because you thought she would be really angry with you. You go through the door to say hello to the rest of your family. You all sit down to the table where the food is already waiting for all of you. Polish food. You love it. You eat one bite and you feel like you are in heaven, because it tastes so good. Then you suddenly get a call from your manager Edward Swensen. "Sorry guys excuse me for a minute."

Your mum looks annoyed at you, what you totally understand. You go to the kitchen and pick up. "Hey Y/N/N, sorry for interrupting your family time, but I have an amazing job offer for you." "What job, Ed?" "Eric Kripke called this morning, the producer of Supernatural." "Ed I know, who Eric Kripke is. Just keep going." "Okay, okay. They want you as a main part." Silence. You know, your ex-boyfriend Jensen has also a main part in this show.

"Wow. That's amazing, what kind of role?" "A love interest of Dean." You think Oh shit, how are you going to survive this? Just be professional. "When do I have to answer?" "Right now, Y/N/N." "Well, I'm not quite sure about that." "Y/N Y/L/N are you kidding? This is a big opportunity." "It's not that, I would take it if my ex-boyfriend wouldn't be Dean." "Oh shit, I totally forgot about that." "But I'm looking forward and I'll take it." "So sorry to tell you this, but the meeting will be tomorrow. In Vancouver." "Seriously?" "Yeah, I'm so sorry."

You are so annoyed, you just have arrived and tomorrow you gonna leave for, you don't know how long. "When will the flight be?" "10 am. I'll send you the ticket via email." "Thank you." "See you tomorrow then, Y/N." "Bye, Ed." You feel like you have to tell your bestie, so you call Gen but she doesn't pick up. You can understand, she is busy with Tom and her second pregnancy. You already have forgotten about Jensen that he plays Dean.

You have to leave in less than 16 hours. "Y/N/N what's going on?" Your cousin asks. "I have a new job, for which I have to leave at 8am because my flight will be at 10am tomorrow. " Your mum is looking angry at you. "I am happy for you but you have just arrived." Your sister says. "I know, I am so so-" Your mum interrupts you "Are you kidding me?" She asks angrily but then her anger turns to happiness. She comes to you and hugs you. "I am so proud of you, Y/N/N." She whispers into your ear.

Tears come to your eyes, because you are so thankful for your family, that they always support you. "Thank you guys, but I have to call Gen again. And if she doesn't pick up, I will visit her." "Sure, greet her from us." "Of course." You go to the living and try to call her again but she doesn't pick up again, so you decide to go to her house.

15 minutes later, you arrive at her house and ring the door bell. A few seconds later she opens the door in amazement. "Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you are with your family today." She hugs you and gestures you to come in. "I thought that too. I was calling you, but you didn't pick up. Then I decided to come over." "I don't even know where my phone is." She says laughing. "It's fine, I know you're busy. I have some amazing news." You say in excitement.

You sit down on their couch. "Start, I wanna know." "I'm gonna have a main part in Supernatural." "Wow. That's amazing, we have to tell Jared." "Jared." She yells. Jared comes to the living room, you two hug each other.

"Y/N/N, what are you doing here?" He asks with a smile. "Let me introduce you to your new colleague." Gen says proud and points at you.

"No way!" He says happily.

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4 and 10 for ambrose 15 for immren + a and g (about both of them) for yewwww

How easy is it to earn their trust?

not easy at all. he's extremely paranoid, but he's very easy to talk to and work with despite that. like he doesn't Seem that he's always on edge, but he is. even more so after he becomes prince, because he has a different mindset about the camarilla and anarchs compared to the primogen, who REALLY don't like him, but appointed him as prince since he's naive and easy to control. then they send him across the country once he starts rebelling and being difficult.

the only one person he genuinely trusts is iver. that's why he offered the mutual blood bond lol. and then they divorce every other week. sorry this is unrelated . there's lucien also but they grew apart once ambrose became "more important."

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

ambrose lies so much. even when he's telling the truth, he will usually keep the parts of it to himself if it means getting things to work in his favor. that sort of thing, if that makes sense ?

there are lies he's told that DO actually haunt him. idk if you remember, but that comic i drew of him and his brother, gabriel. like ambrose's sire wiped gabe's memory of him. ambrose meets him again years later and catches gabe's attention bc hes just Staring. so he has to act like he doesn't know him. that hurt him a lot. (brief ambrose lore, his parents died before he was turned, and gabe is his only remaining family member. who's basically dead to him now since andrew mindwiped him and forbids ambrose from speaking to him ever again.)

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

for immren's voice claim, i'm really drawn to jamie bower I think. [Im really sorry for the strangers thing clip, i don't see immren having a british accent 😭] but the way jamie speaks here is really really accurate to how i imagine immren's cadence though. also since his voice also isn't as deep as the voice i used in bg3 (i still love you Voice 3 ).

immren is soft spoken in a normal conversation, almost whispering half the time. every word he says, it's like he says it with purpose. he speaks so eloquently in a way that makes most people Want to listen to him. super easy for him to be manipulative. Looks at his in-game charisma stat.....

also he NEVER uses fillers during his sentences like "um" "uh" "er" etc etc, if that makes sense. though i guess that goes along with "every word he says is said with purpose." lol.. he rarely rehearses because he doesn't need to. he will stay silent if he absolutely needs to think over a response to something. (ex. Gortash asking him to come with him to steal the crown of karsus from mephistopheles, and immren just staring at him for a good twenty seconds before verbally replying.)

he does struggle to speak with emotion, and if he tries, it sounds forced and unnatural. the characters that get to know him on a more personal level can understand his genuine feelings since he's so Direct anyways.

SORRY . I REALLY RAMBLED i hope this makes sense

Why are you excited about this character?

ambrose has a lot of fun connections in his world i love thinking about and would like to eventually draw more interactions of! iver, lucien, his sire, the random human men he won't ghoul but plays with their lives anyways, his former coterie, his new coterie. he's also a fashion model so that gives me an excuse to dress him up like a barbie with fun clothes i find on pinterest. Also vtm in general makes me excited and happy, and not to be biased but i really like my dumbass ventrue lol

immren has a lot of interesting traits to him i like to talk about! not only does he experience the horrors of being a bhaalspawn, he also has that cosmic horror aspect about him too with his eldritch patron. im excited to draw more horror related things with him if im ever feeling brave enough, there are some painting ideas i do have in mind already. there are also things in bg3 i haven't really touched on yet with art so im excited to get around to those too with him

What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

ambrose is really difficult for me to characterize a lot of the time. he's a hypocrite. he's kind. he's twisted. he wants to protect humans yet plays with their lives like they're his toys. he's manipulative. he seeks out the best for his coterie members. im afraid he reads off as inconsistent but maybe that's his charm? 😭

immren is supposed to be a really evil and dark character but sometimes i feel like im woobifying on accident. . does this count . LMFAOO

#ask #oc: ambrose #oc: immren #THANKuu i wrote so many words oops #Guys if theres another spot i forgot to finish a sentence at . . well..

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Gingerbright's description says that she was baked "with leftover dough from making Gingerbrave" which kinda says that yeah, the two are related. I don't blame you if you didn't know about that as personally I didn't for a good while

they r not. let me explain.

Canonly they r NEVER stated to be family or see each other as such(arguments for found family aside) and in the valentines day event devs paired them??? in the picture i had in my og post it was clearly meant to be brave and bright but thats not the only reason i dont see them as family

their chart also doesnt say family, and while for some cookies it makes sense why in ovenbreak it would say that even when canon(Princess and Tigerlily separated at birth so not KNOWING they r related to eachother) Gingerbrave and Gingerbright have interacted w/ each other in MANY forms of cr media being the 2 main mascots even if bright is less so and they have never referred to each other as siblings(to my knowledge, if someone has proof of that ill change my mind). Hell they came out of the oven together and don't call each other siblings. Brave called Dozer his brother in Ovenbreak yet ha called Bright nothing but a trusted friend.

Actually, do you want to know what their charts do say? Bright's chart "My bravest friend! He's so brave!" FRIEND not brother. His? "Shes the brightest Cookie I know!" nothing saying thats his sister, if anything it is actually implying they r close friends again.

And while Brave has said to have a canon family member(Dozer) in the YEARS Bright has been around they never said she's his sister, being baked from the same dough i get why ppl would see them as related...but imo that doesnt make them related.

Littleray no other family member has been said to share dough??? for Alchemist and Vampire they r both grape based(grapes and wine), Almond and Walnut r both nuts, the Cherry Trio r all related to cherries, cherry blossoms, and candy cherries...none of whom r said to be baked form the same dough iirc??? its clearly ingredient based??? even mustard and wasabi r both condiments...and yet there r many cookies who share ingredients who r NOT related as well, like Latte, Affogato, and Espresso all being from the coffee tribe yet sharing no canon relationship or Bluelily and Lilybell who r from the same village sharing flowers as an ingredient yet being implied as a ship in canon...

Hey, did u know in the og korean txt of line(and possibly ovenbreak I havent checked) Devil uses Angel Cookie batter w/ added bat extract? while many hc the 2 r family its never canonly stated they r. Actually, in the comics, there were multiple Angel Cookies who all shared ingredients but didnt share relation.

Can i also use her whole description here? bc i think it says something u kinda didn't see...

"Maybe the Witch thought GingerBrave seemed lonely all by himself, cause she baked GingerBright with the leftover dough from making GingerBrave. Sweet and bubbly GingerBright is full of life. But this smart Cookie clearly knows that it would be a bad idea to offer her lollipop to GingerBrave."

...to me this doesnt imply the witch made him a sister, it implies the witch made him a trap. bc he was lonely she sent him a cookie similar to him to let his guard down but to me that seems to imply something like a friend sent(or lover...) but she resisted doing something which could have hurt him. Honestly i could just argue she only used the left over dough bc they were the first or last cookies if i wanted to bc the witch has been said to bake multiple cookies in batches together btw. Strawberry was baked in the same batch, for all we know she has some of the same dough as those 2 as well.

The fun thing about headcanons is we all have our own interpretations w/out telling others theirs was wrong. The sad thing about headcanons is ppl do not understand that. So, anon, I do not blame you if you didn't know about that as personally I didn't for a good while.

#gingerbright #gingerbrave #cookie run #is this discourse???#ask to tag #ig #rose rambles #all of this is /nm btw #I SOUND SO MAD IN THIS I THINK BUT IM NTO MAD AT U SPECIFCLY JSUT...CR FNADOM MAN...#THIS IS WHY I LEFT!!! PPL CANT RESPCT MY HCS BC THEY R UNPOPUALKR!!!

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Uma Headcanons

- My fabulous queen

- There will be no Uma slander here she is absolutely one of my favourite characters and she was just doing the best she could under the circumstances OK

- Like at least she was consistent with her goals, Mal I love you but you were one hot flighty mess goddamm

- You know what you get when you sign up with Uma. Stability

- Also China Anne McClain was perfect casting for this bc her voice is just chefs kiss

On The Isle

- I really don't think Mal's Shrimpy taunt got to Uma like she thought it did. Uma seems to be over that quite well in the second film (yknow for someone who hasn't read the books). I mean obviously there's some resentment but I think it's less over the taunt itself and more over the blow to her reputation if that makes sense

- That being said, Uma does not take ANYONE'S shit. That much is apparent

- Uma wouldn't rely on her parents name for power like Mal and others did too. Ursula is proven to not give a damn about what Uma does so while it definitely gives her some freedom to do nice things, I can also see it causing some major issues while Uma was still a child.

- Ursula's abuse would probably mostly be neglect. When she could be bothered to get physical with Uma there'd obviously be strangulation and crushing because tentacles but overall I feel like she gets away with a lot more

- I like the idea of the Lost Revenge, while clearly being their ship and where Uma, Harry, Gil and the crew live, being a sort of sanctuary for kids escaping certain death

- Like if you're certain you're going to die or get violated or beaten they'll let you aboard and give you protection and shelter for as long as you need. And I absolutely headcanon that the Core 4 have had to take them up on that offer of protection and shelter at least once apiece. And it kills them to admit it

- Uma's only request for the people she offers sanctuary to is that they help with ship maintenence and use their skills after they go home to offer assistance when needed

- It may not be evil, but she's gained crew members from their sanctuary program and now each of the Core 4 owes her a favour so she's not exactly going to stop

- Uma guarantees her crew a meal a day because a fed crew is a happy crew. She can't guarantee more than that, because Ursula won't let her give away a tonne of free food obviously, but she tries to make sure at least Gil and Harry manage to get two solid meals in a day to keep them strong (and well fed because hungry boys are distracted boys and also she's weak for them)

- MUM FRIEND MUM FRIEND MUM FRIEND

- She is always checking to see if her crew needs something, requires assistance, has seen anyone who could be a good fit for the crew, has blackmail material to assist the crew etc etc

- I also like to headcanon that Uma doesn't pretend to not care about her crew. She may not advertise the fact that she does, but she won't deny it.

- The issue is that, if you openly state that you care for someone on the Isle, it is viewed as a sign of weakness. Uma is a pirate captain, and sea witch. Uma is not weak.

- However, whenever someone new is brought into the crew, she takes them to her quarters. There, she explains that the crew is basically family. You may not like each other, you may fall out with each other, but at the end of the day you stick together. We fight together, we party together, we eat, sleep, breathe together. She explains that they must always portray a united front.

- She has a system where if she makes a decision in the heat of the moment, it is followed no questions asked because she has evaluated the situation and made the best call. However, for general decisions, it is 100% a democracy. The crew will vote. Uma will act accordingly.

- She will never admit it aloud, but she is very thankful that she managed to earn the respect and loyalty of her crew. Not many people on the Isle can say that their gang members are there by choice. Uma is one of them

- Speaking of her crew, I really like to imagine that very few of them are born to major villains

- Everyone would be fighting over them to get those names in a gang because their parents could offer some form of protection or at least a backup plan

- No, I like to believe that Uma took in anyone. Orphans, children of sidekicks, small waifs no one thought would ever be strong enough to hold their own. I like the idea that Uma saw that they had potential, and took them on. Offered her protection, offered a guaranteed meal a day, offered a safe place to sleep - and that the stability helped these underdogs to thrive and become highly sought after members but they stick with Uma because goddammit she showed them how to live when no one else would.

- In my head Uma is basically a humanitarian but she'd never admit it.

- Again the idea of Uma and Harry somehow becoming the default mum and dad figures for the Isle kids just makes me laugh because absolutely no one expects it like it just happens

- Will fight anyone at anytime. She has squared off against Gaston before. And won. She's mental and everyone knows it.

- Asks Harry to teach her sea shanties for one reason and one reason only

- And that reason is so that they can hoist up the gangplank and sing them at absurb hours in the morning to piss off Hook's crew

- Harriet's crew sometimes joins in

- She usually only does it after Harry receives a nasty beating because Uma is nothing if not petty

- "HEAVE UP HAUL AND HEAVE AWAY, WAY HAY ROLL AND GO, THE ANCHORS ON BOARD AND THE CABLES ARE STORED AND WE'RE ROLLICKING, RANDY DANDY-O"

- "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU RAT BASTARD SCUNNERS, WHEN I GET ON THERE I'LL HOOK YOU ALL"

- Slightly off topic but the shanties I imagine them singing are ones like these (all of these I heard from a group called The Longest Johns if you want to check them out): Randy Dandy-O, Santiana, The Drunken Sailor, Lowlands and Leave Her Johnny.

- I actually like to believe that her transformation magic isn't blocked by the barrier because its related to her physical form as opposed to directing it to do something. She just chose to be in human form more often because its more convenient.

Off The Isle

- Uma seems to adjust quite well at first, but don't let her fool you. She is just as confused as Harry and Gil, she's just better at hiding it.

- Luckily she and the others abide by the Pirate Code, so they don't really get in too much trouble. In fact, Uma is quite proud that her crew blends in quite easily from the getgo.

- However she did throw one massive pirate hissy-fit over was very upset with not being allowed to share a room with Harry and Gil because goddammit those are her boys

- It took 3 weeks of Uma, Harry and Gil sleeping in a tree outside before Fairy Godmother gave in and gave them a room to share altogether (with some spells to prevent sexual misconduct)

- After that Uma was fine. In fact, she quickly became a favourite VK for most people because she didn't really stick out all that much

- Also, like Harry, Uma tended to attract small children who wanted to talk and play with her and its really hard to be scared of someone when there's a gaggle of 7 year old following them around

- The first thing she learned to do in Auradon was to heal with water so that if anything happened she could reverse the damage

- The second thing she learned to do, believe it or not, was knit

- Yes it was because of Harry and Mrs Potts meetups

- Uma joined the knitting club that Mrs Potts and all the other old ladies had because goddammit it was kinda fun

- Mal tried to mock her for it and Uma stabbed her with her knitting needles with a sweet smile the entire time

- Mal was then presented with the most godawful purple and green sweater. She wears it every Christmas. Out of spite.

- Uma definitely has a talent for knitting and crocheting. And she definitely doesn't knit hats and gloves and other accessories for Auradon hospital to give to premature babies

- She also definitely doesn't knit anything to put in the Isle of the Lost donation boxes, if you saw her there you were tripping on acid bro

- Also this is very random but I really feel like Uma would have a slight obsession with cinnamon

- And for once its not because Harry seems to really struggle saying that word she genuinely loves the flavour

- Although hearing Harry say simanim everytime makes her straight up cackle

- Speaking of cackles good lord this girl does have one hell of a cackle

- Like if she's laughing softly or giggling it sounds very normal but if something hilarious happens the floodgates just open and good LORD

- Tis a proper cackle

- Also she adopts a cat and calls her Captain because I said so.

- Listen she found her outside the school wet and miserable and homeless OK what else was she supposed to do

- Also, Harry's dog Teddy loves Captain. Captain doesn't mind Teddy but sometimes paps him just because.

- She is always checking up on her crew members, just to make sure they're doing OK in Auradon because it is a difference from their previous life

- Is also basically a walking medication timer for Harry and is constantly leaving her classes to make sure the forgetful dumbass actually takes his medicine

- Teachers hate her because even though she's on top of everything if one of her crew bursts in saying they need her (from things as minor as one of the kids scraped their knee to things as important as Harry forgetting his medication and getting lost in his head) she's out of her seat and heading to help

- Uma has had to explain her actions to Fairy Godmother several times and will refuse to accept that other people can help her crew

- "I am their captain and they are my priority. They have always been my priority, and will always remain my priority. That's not going to change. And if you want that to change then you'll have to expel me."

General Headcanons

- I really feel like Uma would be a fiction lover. Like she loves the Percy Jackson books, and can sometimes be found with a bunch of kids just reading to them. Harry will often join in because he is an amazing storyteller and sometimes she tells him to because if her reputation is taking a blow so shall his

- I also feel like she and Harry end up babysitting together a lot. Like the little kids love them and they're both so good with children that eventually they just become a default. Uma doesn't really mind

- Uma is also definitely a teacher by nature. She can always be found with her crew, teaching Harry how to count, teaching Gil how to read... She picks things up so easily and it genuinely pleases her to see that she's helping the people she's claimed.

- Also Uma is incredibly territorial. Even in Auradon she has no trouble staking her claims on her people, ESPECIALLY her boys. Some of these princesses can get real handsy with a hot lad, and when Harry and Gil are uncomfortable, Uma will step in with a malicious grin that doesn't reach her eyes.

- Uma basically adopts people into her friend group. There is no point where you state 'we're friends now'. If you have no one - you don't. You're crew now. Join the table and make sure you get a balanced meal otherwise Uma is grabbing your food for you in the future. Also you're learning sea shanties whether you like it or not.

#descendants headcanons #uma daughter of ursula #uma descendants #Uma headcanons #harry hook descendants #harry hook #gil descendants #gil son of gaston #sea three #Sea Three descendants #Other descendants characters #tw abuse

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I wanted to organize my thoughts abt transgender, transracial, and the possibility of those identities being sincerely held, good faith beliefs. forgive me if these ideas don’t connect as well as they do in my head.

let’s imagine how you would behave if you had the sincere belief that you were a member of another culture. I’m a Greek-Canadian, but while visiting Berlin & Munich as a teenager I could easily see myself as a German. I felt very drawn to the people, the way of thinking, the language & the organization of the cities. I was fascinated w their history, the recovery from nazism & WWII, and their artistic traditions, so much so that I took it upon myself to learn some basic German. when I visited family in Greece I was horrified by their anti-German attitudes - they were living under EU austerity measures at the time, and “Fuck Merkel” was the new “Kilroy Was Here” in Athens. I felt defensive of Germany & its leader, embarrassed of my family & of being Greek. all this to say I was experiencing some German self-ID even as I had no German ancestry.

What if I had taken these feelings further and came to believe that I felt this affinity bc I was truly meant to be German? what would it mean to pursue this “trans-culturalism” in good faith, using the framework provided to me by gender self-ID & transition? well, firstly, I would have to leave my country, sacrificing all the immense privilege that comes w life in the nation of one’s birth/citizenship: fluency in the language of your gov’t, records that entitle you to citizens’ benefits & protections, & complete understanding of the culture. to be trans-German, I would have to give all this up - but if I truly believe i was born in the wrong country, then those Canadian features were never mine, and I want them gone.

once I get to Germany I’ll have to start righting the wrongs of my birth - cultural replacement therapy, if you will. I’ll start by getting my documents changed. I’m devastated to learn that there is a waiting period for full citizenship, and worse yet, they won’t allow me to change the place of birth on my birth certificate or passport. the gatekeeper tells me it’s standard procedure for immigrants, but I’m not just any immigrant - I’m trans-German. unlike these other ppl at the immigration office, I was already fully German when I boarded the plane in Canada. why should I have to wait in line just to have proof of my Germanness? they would never visit this humiliation on cis-Germans; I feel dysphoric & enraged that Hildegaard at the desk doesn’t immediately recognize me as one of her own, won’t treat me better than the lesser immigrants. I start to wonder if she’s even a true German.

so forget that; I don’t need the German gov’t to validate me, any more than I needed German blood - I know who I am. instead I get to finding work. this should be easier, as I have various job skills & a strong work ethic (one of the ways I realized I was German in the first place). back in my deadcountry I never had trouble finding jobs & being good at them; I start sending out applications & scheduling interviews. suddenly I’m faced w the next hydra of trans-German discrimination. I wrote on my resume that I was fluent in German. I was being truthful. I may have only learned the basics of “traditional” German, but there’s a lot more to language than words, structure, clear communication - the identity of the speaker can transcend all of that. my being German means that however I choose to express myself verbally, I’m speaking German.

my interviewers don’t get this. they’re stuck in the cis-normative idea that the words I’m using are English. they offer to give me the job but in the department that caters to international, English-speaking clientele. they don’t seem to understand or care how badly this would invalidate my linguistic identity; they just keep repeating that my German isn’t good enough to be understood by their cis-German clients. I leave the interview in disgust, shocked that in this day & age we’re still reducing ppl to their language. a true German would never.

to recover, I go to a bar & hit it off w a small group of ppl my age. they’re cis-Germans but definitely allies - they are language-queer & we easily communicate. we start chatting abt Germany, German culture, German experiences. I start complaining abt public transit, to enthusiastic agreement. one person tells me that their morning train arrived 3 minutes late, typical deutsche bahn, so I tell a story abt a brutal commute I once had - two trains rolled by out of service, and the third one stopped between stations for 20 minutes w no explanation, then my streetcar got diverted 5km west of my usual stop.

my new friends look at me in horror - they demand to know what station I was at when this happened, and when. I feel immediately unsafe; this happened back in my deadcountry, so I either have to lie or out myself. I trust the group so I admit that the incident happened in Canada, only to be slapped in the face with this comment:

“Oh, that explains it - no German would EVER put up with that kind of incompetency from transit. There’d be riots.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I’m German; due to circumstances outside my control, having to mask in Canuckmode to navigate a culture that was not mine, I couldn’t incite a riot at the transit commission. I feel betrayed by my new friends, who assured me that I pass. Im humiliated & angry to know that they just thought of me as a Canadian the whole time, but I take the high road and educate them on their prejudice. I patiently explain that yes, the cultural experience of severely fucked public transit has not been a part of the traditional German understanding, but that our job is to crush these norms. I was German when I had this experience; therefore, it was a German experience, & cis-Germans who care abt trans-German lives need to unlearn their hang-ups abt what constitutes “German culture.”

the group’s response is unimaginably selfish. they absolutely refuse to consider shitty public transit culturally German, & have a violently bigoted reaction to the idea of unplanned subway outages. I remind them that this attitude invalidates every person on that train who might be a closeted trans-German - they don’t even seem to care. all they want to focus on is the inconvenience, the risk of job loss, the confusion. as if I haven’t been dealing with exactly that since I transitioned! I can’t believe such ppl count as German.

it’s become clear to me that the majority of cis-Germans are super misguided & close-minded abt Germanhood. as a proud member of the same culture I deeply care abt this issue, as I know expanding the definition of German will benefit us all. I think it’s time cis-Germans pass the reins to us - after all, our German identification isn’t bolstered by arbitrary things like being born here. we had to struggle for this. we know what it’s really all about. I’m not just any German who took their nationality for granted their whole life; I’ve done it consciously by following my innate sense of Germanhood, the most pure definition there could be. I’m running for office as soon as I can - this isn’t the Germany I know.

#radfems please touch #trans nonsense #transracial #radblr

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I’ve been thinking about your Theon-takes-Bran-and/or-Rickon to Alannys more than I probably should and I’m dangerously curious to know how you think his family members (particularly Alannys) would feel in such a situation. Of course, if you’re actually making this a fanfic, you don’t have to answer to this. If you want to daydream in public though…

ooooh glad to have inflicted Thoughts <3

I also am lol and I do not think I would ever be able to make it a fanfic so glad for the opportunity to daydream in public - I anyhow was going to make a post to address all you guys' reply lol. So lets make a little list of thoughts

A lot of my canon divergence fantasies for Theon are victory fantasies, as point-missing as that is, fantasies where he's succesful and loved lol. So the majority of the ironborn including Harlaws and Greyjoys are positively surprised and delighted with this incredibly wild success story. I feel like they would be, it is objectively politically expedient and militarly impressive. Particularly the Harlaws even would be glad as it puts them in a position to negotiate a land concession from the North rather than whatever Balon's plan was... but overall it's just A Win For Theon, politically. May or may not start to feel a little hollow when the morality of what he did catches up to him

Some drawbacks: he may be under lots of pressure to kill one of them given he has two, which he would definitely need to spin this giving-one-to-Alannys-as-spoils-of-war carefully to avoid. Can he? Canon Theon is not this master manipulator lol but they are his hostages. There may be more physical fighting in the battle planning room lol but he's keeping them. Another is that this really seals his claim I feel - it may not be enough for Balon to officially claim him as heir but he would imho win the kingsmoot and he would be at strong risk of being killed by Euron.

This means Asha is just... physically emitting steam all through this. Is she able to swallow her pride and offer him an alliance the way she does with Victarion? Good question. It's more humiliating and personal. He comes and he wins what she's been working on all these years and he dazzles mom when she's been the one bearing that grief and emotional difficulty all these years... this girl is SNAPPING. Interestingly, something Theon probably is not quite able to grasp is that the Harlaws are Asha's supporters and so in this universe he gave her an advantage through giving them a hostage. Could be a fun fic by people who can plot.

An interlude to say I genuinely didnt vote anything in that poll bc I genuinely have no preference/opinion. The nature of Bran's disability is such I don't know which of the two Theon would think is the strongest political threat to keep closer, and the nature of Pyke is that idk whether Theon would think Harlaw or Pyke is the safer place. I also can be convinced by both arguments on which is the most interesting - I liked alley and wexpyke's arguments for Rickon, that he's more mouldable (the idea of Alannys starting to call him Rodrik :///) and unlikely to reveal unpleasant truths (lmao alley I am not picturing Bran telling Alannys about Theon's warcrimes and banging Kyra in Ned's bed. Though probably the worst thing he could reveal in Theon's eyes is how genuinely he was friends with Robb). On the other hand I am sensitive to your argument of Bran being specifically Cat's favorite (and Cat is still alive and might well live, too) and I had considered already the fact he's almost 10 too. Plus cola-fiend gave me the image of him being cooped up in Rodrik's library potentially finding out about important prophecy stuff and ahhhh love it. Though I would also love for him to potentially interact with Euron. I also loved the idea of the hostage being Beth after the noose thing - maybe a version where instead of all this plot happening, he decides to go home when Asha tells him lol. But it's a darker different idea

Now, Alannys's Opinion. Eeeeh good question. It is something I struggle a bit to imagine. I mean how mentally present is she, how much she's able to find out about how Theon's hostage situation went before he leaves for some other war crimes... But overall I imagine for her too it grows hollow. For one thing she would start missing Theon and feeling bitter about this replacement and taking it out on the boy in question I think - it is unavoidable that he can only really stay with her a little while. I think she would be hungry for stories about Theon's years that she missed but get upset about them and not believe them often. I think with Rickon she may genuinely throw herself into raising him whenever she has the lucidity for it and liking how fierce he is and forget she's not actually her little pet project she can send to raid on the Stony Shore in 10 years. Overall the fact these kids are probably getting traded back soon-ish would be hard for her to deal both in term of attachment and of revenge. I think with Bran there's a degree to which she would enjoy to make him her little page boy and have him read to her and like hold her yarn or whatever it is she's able to do to spend her time but find she doesn't really feel satisfaction in it, Theon is weird and cagey about this feelings about having been subservient to the Starks so she doesn't really now how much of this is payback and Bran is sweet and mellow and serious and does not give satisfaction at all. I can see her too both having episodes of calling them Rodrik or Maron or mistaking them for her previous wards and (esp with Bran) or thinking she had a child post-rebellion and somehow forgot. Just very weird for everyone

#op

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