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lizardkingeliot · 21 hours

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Fair warning this is going to be a mess and my brain is running on fumes so... bear with me lol.

I'm thinking about Louis not uttering Lestat's name for 23 years until he starts unloading on a stranger trying to convince himself Lestat was nothing to him. He wasn't in LOVE what are you TALKING about. He wasn't a great musician who wrote me love songs so infuriatingly perfect I swam the Mississippi to bite him like a cat and fuck him on the floor! Lestat wasn't that great at all I promise look at me, Daniel, do I look like the sort of guy who would lie about something like that!!!

I'm thinking about how what Louis was doing here wasn't actually that at all. Armand read him for filth because he's always known who the real love of Louis' life is, hasn't he? And Louis couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't find Lestat (which begs the question WHY they were separated after Paris if Louis knows he isn't dead at this point but I guess the show will tell us that in the upcoming episodes lol), and this was going to be his way out. Had he been searching for him in secret? Did Armand know? I'm thinking prooooobably not but I guess we'll have to see what happens in Paris and in the final three episodes to be sure why Louis was so INSISTENT he didn't want to see Lestat even while very obviously trying to do just that. I assume it has to do with the events surrounding The Trial???? A desperate attempt to protect Lestat (wherever he may be) from Armand? Who knows!

I'm thinking about Louis insisting all he did was talk trash about Lestat and Armand immediately answering... that's not exactly how you talked about him to me. Yet Armand says Lestat's name hasn't been uttered in 23 years. Which would have been around 1950 in the timeline. Right after Paris. So clearly we're meant to understand Louis confided something about the true nature of his relationship with Lestat to Armand. Yet Louis insisted right there in that coffin that Lestat was his maker and nothing more. Again, I guess we'll just have to wait for the end of the season to see how we're meant to piece that whole thing together lol.

I'm thinking about the way the show let us hear Lestat's voice as he spoke to Louis through Armand. They let US hear Lestat insisting Armand tell Louis "I love you". Yet that's not something Louis could possibly remember because he didn't hear it. Which seems confusing but it's actually confirming this theory I've had brewing in my head that the show intentionally shows us things Louis isn't actually saying in the interview. Like making out with Dreamstat in the park. If you rewatch 2x03 there's no way Louis actually told Daniel and Armand about that. Or in this case, it's the show showing us something Louis can't possibly know himself.

And I'm thinking... why? The only real reason to do that is to drive home that what we're watching is in fact the Louis and Lestat love story at its core. I mean... think about it. Every iteration we've seen of Lestat this season has been so ROMANTIC. They were so in LOVE. All the stuff Louis tried his best to omit in season one is leaking in around the cracks like sunlight through the slats of a window shade and it's only a matter of time before that shade is opened...

Also. One more thing. Not to dump allll of this in one post but....... we finally got confirmation in this episode that Armand IS messing with Louis' head and erasing things and overwriting memories and I am foaming at the mouth waiting to see what else is in there Louis doesn't know about...

#i told you all this was going to be an entire mess lmao #i'm mostly just thinking out loud here...#i probably have lots more to say but that will have to happen later it's so early and i'm so tired lmao #interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire spoilers #loustat #otp: all my love belongs to you #iwtvedit #iwtv meta #i guess lol

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damiansgoodgirll · 19 hours

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Can i request a Damian Priest x girlfriend reader where reader gets mad with Damian and the rest of judgement day for the way they treat R Truth. so she defends Truth much to Damian's dismay.

pls i love r-truth so much

damian priest x reader

not fair

“i’m just saying, the way you guys are treating him it’s not fair” you tried to excuse damian’s behaviour towards r-truth.

you’ve always liked him.

he was fun. a gentle soul to be around and he always treated you right. he had nothing against you even if you were damian’s girlfriend.

he wanted to be part of the judgment day too. you didn’t know why. why someone kind and honest like him wanted to be part of the most cheating faction.

yet, it would have been fun to see him with the group but the way they were treating him, especially your boyfriend was making you mad.

“we don’t need new members in the group…” he tried to explain himself.

“yet you let jd in” it’s not that you didn’t like jd, you just didn’t see the value of having him in the group when there were more talented wrestlers in the business.

“just because finn wanted him, he’s part of the team and he wanted jd in…no one in our team wants r-truth in tho…” damian said again.

“i want r-truth in! do you know how funny that would be?” you tried to explain again.

“but y/n, you’re not a part of the group…not anymore”

“so my opinion doesn’t matter?”

yes, due to an injury sustained while you were still one of the original members of the judgment day along side with damian, rhea and edge, you had to quit wrestling to give your body time to recover.

only fact it’s been years now and your body hasn’t recovered yet.

you didn’t leave the wwe. you were still ringside to every member’s match, helping them as you could. you were backstage interviewing other wrestlers when you could, so, a part of you was happy that you didn’t have to leave but you wished that your group would consider your opinion a little more.

“no love its not that…your opinion matters…”

you scoffed “to who? it doesn’t seem like that it matters to you damian…i’m just saying you should consider the idea of having someone like in the group…people love him, he’s fun and hilarious and he makes people laugh…”

“we are the judgment day y/n, we don’t need to make people laugh, i’m pretty sure that adding him in the group would only make us look ridiculous…” damian said.

“whats going on here? we’ve been hearing you talking all the way down to the corridor…is everything okay?” finn said entering the locker room along side with dom and rhea.

“y/n was just trying to convince us or just me, to have r-truth in the group” damian said making the other two guys laugh.

you didn’t think it was that funny. they just didn’t want to see your point of view.

“why would we have to y/n?” rhea said. she was your best friend but sometime she couldn’t understand why you would get such weird ideas.

“for the millionth time…he’s a likeable person, people love him, i like him too, he’s funny and kind and he would bring a different tone to the group…i just think that he would be perfect as a new member of the group…he’s different and he proved to you many times he wants to be a part of the group…so why not?”

“that’s absolute nonsense y/n” rhea said, finn and dom agreeing with her. damian too.

“okay fine, do what you want. i’m tired of talking with ghosts…” you said leaving the room.

you’ve been supporting their crazy and nonsense ideas since you’ve left the group. but having them laughing on you just because you had a good idea wasn’t fair.

that day you talked to r-truth, explaining him that you tried your best to have him in the group but that they wouldn’t listen as they thought that your opinion didn’t matter anymore.

you loved the group.

damian was your boyfriend. rhea was your best friend. but sometimes you couldn’t go along with their ideas and most of the times you ended up fighting over stupid things.

“why don’t you join me and the miz ringside?” r-truth proposed to you “you’re too funny for the judgment day anyway” he said making you laugh.

“that’s a complete different role from what i had in the judgment day…”

“i know. you had to help them win, cheating of course. you had to cover for their lies and mistakes and even if that’s what the group is about, even if you can’t wrestle anymore, i’m pretty sure that there’s still something more than you could do…i’m not saying you should officially leave the group, i’m just saying, come ringside in one of our matches and see what happens, maybe that would change your mind” he said smiling at you before leaving.

once you were back at the hotel, you thought about the proposal.

maybe you should have given a try.

“hey…i’ve been looking for you everywhere” damian said before sitting next to you on the bed.

“yeah…i talked with r-truth…”

“i imagined it…” he whispered.

“he said that maybe i should leave the judgement day and join him and the miz…”

“what did you say?” he asked you.

“ that I have to think about it…but damian please, think about that too. my opinions are no longer welcomed in the group and honestly i just feel like a burden and you’re my boyfriend and we keep constantly fighting over stupid things and…and if leaving the group means that you and i or rhea and i are not gonna fight anymore then i’m okay with that…” you explained.

damian was watching you. “i don’t like the idea of you leaving the group honestly…but i can tell you are no longer happy with us…so if that makes you happy then go for it”

“you guys make me so happy, but i don’t feel respected anymore…”

“we’ve been hard with you, i know that. honestly i’m not fond of jd too” he said making you laugh “and your ideas are always brilliant it’s just that maybe they aren’t brilliant for our group? you are my girlfriend and in these years i kinda got to know you…you’re always looking for new things, new adventures and that’s something i love about you…don’t let our ideas discourage you to do so mi amor” damian said, trying to justify his shitty behaviour of before.

“i just wished we could do those brilliant ideas together as a group but sometimes my idea aren’t meant for everyone and i get that…i just wished you guys had a better way to express that tho…” you said, still offended by how they treated you before.

“i know and i’m so sorry about that. our tones hadn’t been nice and i apologise for that mi amor, disculpame…” he apologised, softly taking your hands in his bigger ones and kissing them.

“you’re excused…” you smiled.

“think about his proposal and do what is best for you, at the end of the day it’s me you’re coming home too, and i couldn’t be happier” he said, making you genuinely smile.

damian supported you, no matter what and that was everything for you.

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makeyoumine69 · 3 days

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My Lovely Detective V

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Detective!OC

— CO-WRITER: @iron-flavored-lipgloss

— CONTAINS: Unprotected non-con anal & vaginal sex, rough body play, breeding kink, rimming, creampie, fingering, manhandling, swearing, abuse, degradation, dirty talk.

— WORDS: 3k

— A/N: Another chapter for our lovely readers!🙏💗

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3].

Reflections

Andrea balanced on the edge of reality and unconsciousness, but when she felt something poking at her tight ring of muscles, the woman began to scream and wriggle like a fish trying to escape. "N-no! Stop...stop!"

But instead of stopping, Bateman submerged the detective once more, forcing her to stop struggling as his thin finger teased the rim of her ass before the man mercilessly shoved it in while the woman continued to drown.

'I have to survive...I have to tell everyone about this psycho!'

Andrea tried to save whatever oxygen was left in her lungs, but thankfully Patrick pulled her out. With all this endless torture, the woman didn't even notice that Bateman had managed to stick himself and that his fully erected cock was shamelessly stroking her abused pussy, not to mention his index finger slipping in and out of her tight anal.

"Use...use a fucking condom, you scum!" the woman screamed, leaning over the edge of the tub. "I'd rather die than have a drop of your seed!"

"You didn't mind swallowing yesterday!" Patrick struggled to hold Andrea's arms together behind her back. The mixture of water and oil made everything slippery and even in her weakened state she didn't make it easy for him to keep control of the situation.

Andrea threw her legs around as much as the space in the tub allowed, causing water to spill over the edge and splash in his face. Patrick cursed, spat and in the end it was all useless. He forced her down, her breasts pressed uncomfortably against the cold tiles and her backside raised in the air, giving him a perfect view of between her legs.

"If you're afraid I'm gonna get you pregnant, I'll take your ass," Patrick sneered, as if he hadn't planned to do it anyway. "You can't tell me you're not into it when you have such a slutty tattoo right there as an invitation."

It drove Patrick wild to see Andrea's muscles contract so tightly when he was only using his fingers. He enjoyed the way she shivered every time he pressed his length against her cunt, rubbing it teasingly between her lips like a promise he wouldn't keep. The fact that he only had one free hand to use and his growing impatience made the prep work sloppy at best and Patrick knew there was no way it wouldn't hurt her.

For him, though, the feeling of finally penetrating her was an incomparable pleasure.

"Oh fuck," he couldn't help but moan out loud, his hips bucking as he felt her cling helplessly to him, and for a moment his mind was pleasantly cleared of any thoughts.

For a moment, the woman let him have his way, feeling that her power was reaching its limits, so maybe now was the time to let go and save some energy for later attempts to escape this cursed place.

"Mmmh," Andrea whimpered at the stinging sensation in her tight cunt, the way Bateman was ramming into her was borderline brutal, but she told herself she could take it, she could survive it. "It's...it's so f-fucking deep...a-ahhh," the detective went limp against the cold edge of the tub, her body no longer struggling. "Are you...really...gonna fill me up?"

Just the thought of getting pregnant made her feel nauseous and she had to fight back the urge to vomit right then and there. Either way, the situation she found herself in was discouraging and it seemed like a dead end, but her body was the worst traitor as she could feel her soft inner walls clinging to Bateman's cock like a vine, as if Andrea's life depended on it.

"A-ahh," she cried, grabbing his hips and pressing her face against the marble so abruptly that it split her lip. "My boyfriend...fucked so much better than you, not gonna lie."

Patrick knew that she had to be lying, or at least he told himself that, because there was no way anyone could be better than him, let alone her pathetic boyfriend.

And yet her words got to him.

Gritting his teeth in anger and humiliation, he pulled away from her, only to give Andrea a brutal smack on the ass that nearly knocked her over the edge.

"Your boyfriend isn't here," he hissed, pulling her cheeks apart to reveal the reddened marks of his abuse. "But I can assure you, no one has ever fucked you as hard as I will!"

In a twisted way, Andrea's audacity had done nothing to diminish his insatiable desire for her, but now more than ever he wanted to tear her apart with his cock.

And without warning, Patrick rammed it deep into her unprepared asshole. "There, how do you like that? Don't complain, at least you won't get pregnant."

Andrea almost choked on the air at such an intrusion, her eyes filled with tears. "O-hhhh-fuck...fuck..." she cursed in pain, with the perfect realization that her no longer innocent asshole was bleeding for how hard and wild Bateman was attacking it.

For a moment the woman thought it would be better for her to lose her consciousness here and now, but Patrick seemed to be aware of her intentions and yanked at her hair, making her scream.

"I h-hate you, you... fucking son of a bitch!" Andrea screamed, clawing at the marble surface of the tub. "You're going to rot in prison...for this!"

Uncontrollable rage coursed through her veins, mingled with devastating despair and disdain. How could such a good detective like her get into this situation in the first place? What would her boss—Detective Kimball—think of her after all the shit she had been through? In fact, Andrea doubted whether she would survive with Bateman tormenting her like this every day. God, was she really considering being locked in here for days on end? 'Pathetic!' She snapped at herself, biting her lip until it bled.

Patrick hated Andrea too—hated her for her lack of obedience and the way she insisted on taunting him to no end, but at the same time he couldn't deny how good she was. She milked his cock so much better than any of those paid whores, even though nothing about her was his type—or so he kept insisting in his mind.

The man couldn't remember the last time it had been this hard to delay his climax, despite the cheap tattoo just above her tailbone, right where he had to see it now every time he took Andrea in his favorite position. “Don't stop” , it said, mocking him silently, and Patrick was overwhelmed by the urge to cut it out of her skin for the way it made him feel. Bateman dug his thumbs painfully into the inked flesh, gripped her hips even tighter and lifted Andrea off his cock, a violent shudder running through his body.

There it was—the faint but unmistakable smell of iron coming through the lavender mist around them as a thin trail of blood ran from her abused hole and who knows what would have happened if the knife had been within Patrick's reach right now. Unexpectedly, he decided to thrust back into her pussy instead, a few hard thrusts just in time before his orgasm hit him with a ferocity that sucked the air out of his lungs as Patrick filled her with his seed for the first time.

"I'm gonna make you pregnant, I'm gonna make you mine in every possible way," he growled mindlessly, and even when everything turned into static noise in his ears, Patrick didn't allow himself to pull back. He kept fucking Andrea, even when it started to hurt, just to make sure that not a drop was wasted.

Finally, he collapsed against the cold bathtub panel, panting heavily as his mind began to wander. 'I'm not going to kill her yet ...', he thought, 'not even if Kimball comes knocking on my door tomorrow.' And in his hazy post-orgasmic state, Patrick was perfectly content with the idea of ruining himself just to keep this woman alive a little longer.

It's been a few weeks since Andrea was locked in Bateman's apartment and something has changed drastically, not only in Patrick's demeanor, but in the woman herself. Why hasn't she even tried to escape? Maybe because the man was blackmailing her by sending the porn tapes to her boyfriend? But the most interesting and shocking thing was the realization that no one seemed to be making the slightest effort to find her, as she didn't see any police officers paying a visit to Bateman's place. What about Mr Kimball? He was the only person who knew where and when the woman was going to meet Patrick, and it was so damn obvious that Patrick's apartment was the first place they should have checked after her disappearance, but as mentioned before—no one showed up.

Speaking of Bateman, his behavior became too erratic and chaotic, as if he was suffering from an internal conflict with himself every time he was with Andrea. How many times was she close to death, but he always spared her. What was that about? It was something unusual for psychopaths like him, but it was the only reason she was still alive.

One day, when the man allowed her to sleep in his bed instead of the cage, Andrea took the opportunity to sleep on something soft, as her back hurt from sleeping on the floor. She didn't even mind him touching her in her sleep, squeezing the soft mounds of her breasts, or slipping his morning wood between her legs to bring himself to orgasm and painting her white with his thick cum. All this was nothing compared to the emptiness within her, the feeling of being lost, all forgotten and broken.

That day the weather was terrible and Andrea spent most of the time in the bathroom because she hated thunderstorms, especially when she was alone. She didn't know where Bateman was, and at one point she even felt she missed him. Missed the man who had kidnapped her. Depressed and mentally exhausted, Andrea stumbled into the bedroom, hid under the covers and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she blacked out.

It was after midnight when Patrick stepped into the familiar darkness of his apartment, away from the glaring neon lights and bustling nightlife of New York. He felt delirious, the coke had not worn off, and his collar was stained with red splatters and a bit of smeared lipstick—a case for the cleaners.

Work had been terrible as usual and the whores at the club weren't what they used to be; if McDermott was okay with fucking his way through D-list celebrities, that was his business, but Patrick had better options.

Bateman couldn't help but feel his heart beat a little faster at the sight of Andrea's naked form draped across his bed, the white sheets disheveled to expose her bare ass to his brazen gaze. Her skin was cool to his touch and Patrick clicked his tongue in disapproval. "God Andrea, you're lying there like you're already dead. You're going to freeze."

The man squeezed her ass in a poor parody of sympathy, then shrugged off his clothes, taking his time to fold them neatly, even though he wasn't going to wear them tomorrow anyway. It had become something of a routine for Patrick to come home and shove himself inside her, or to rub himself against Andrea's ass, half asleep, half hard, completely oblivious to her own state.

But tonight her apathetic reaction actually bothered him.

'In that case I might as well just fuck a cold corpse'.

Patrick forced the realization that he had liked it better when she had tried to fight him, only to end up moaning and writhing under his weight and precise thrusts. "I want you to do something else for me. Not there, go lower," he instructed Andrea as she parted her lips, expecting him to make her suck his cock. "Be a good girl and lick my asshole."

This time, his request made her stop in shock for a moment before she could even react. "W-What? Are you kidding?" Andrea replied in a shaky voice, but when she saw his stern gaze and his jaw clenched in unveiled anger, she realized there was no way out. "Shit..."

How many times had he strangled her for disobeying him? How many times did he slap her face until blood ran from her nose and lips? The detective was not sure if she could survive such a beating, since her mental capacities were already on the verge of being shattered. So she decided to obey, but not without thinking about how wicked Bateman's kinks were. Did he really want her to eat his ass? That was something she never practiced with her boyfriend, and no one ever ate her ass, but eating a man's ass...

'Oh my fucking God!'

Blushing, Andrea cursed to herself and lowered herself to tease his swollen tip before making her way down, starting with a long lick along the entire length and ending at the base of his thick cock where his big balls were straining from such sensual touch. Inch by inch, she got closer to where he wanted her most and when the woman finally dared to swirl her tongue around his tight hole, a muffled moan echoed through the bedroom and this time it belonged to Bateman whose cheeks blushed traitorously as the woman peered up at him.

'Fuck, he's probably enjoying this so much. Maybe I can use that to my advantage?'

With that thought Andrea hugged his legs, spreading them wider to get better access to his ass so she could plunge her tongue inside, licking his tight walls from the inside, and the deeper she sank the louder the man's moans became. At one point she noticed that he had wrapped his trembling hand around his throbbing cock and without thinking Andrea began to massage his tight sac while fucking his asshole with her warm tongue. What the fuck was that?

The woman tried to ask herself if she was doing this just to survive, but when Andrea felt him tighten around her tongue, it stirred something inside her - the overwhelming sensation of the power she was wielding over him at that moment - his soft groans and the way his beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, all this had a strange effect on her. Probably she had already lost her mind because she couldn't get enough of it - his taste, his strong muscles flexing under her grip. Did it really feel that good? As this thought flashed through her mind, she suddenly stopped all work, gasping for breath, on the verge of tears as she found herself thinking about how it felt to have someone worship your ass.

'Did I really turn into a psycho like him?'

Andrea asked herself and started to sob, not even noticing what Patrick was telling her—the white noise covered her ears from inside—she was falling apart here and now at the revelation that there was probably no Detective Moore anymore. Maybe that was why no one was looking for her, since the person she was no longer existed?

A choked moan escaped Patrick's lips, his thighs flexing beneath her fingers and he managed to control himself just enough not to crush her face beneath him.

He had expected Andrea to be much more shy, but now the woman plunged her tongue into him as far as it would go. Teasing his vulnerable spot so boldly, he felt his whole body tremble from the sharp pleasure that was building deep inside him, and Patrick rocked harder against her mouth, his hand tightening around his length.

"Oh God, Andrea..."

Patrick didn't even realize it was the first time he'd moaned her name and now he couldn't stop himself from calling it out, his voice rough and needy, betraying the cold facade he usually took care to maintain. Andrea was like an unknown fever taking hold of his system and the idea of self-control was slipping further and further away from Patrick's hazy mind. All this—it was even better than he had remembered from the one hooker who had introduced him to the pleasure. 'Which was saying a lot, because this service saved her life,' Patrick remembered, feeling his guts tighten in anticipation as Andrea's tongue continued to probe his tight asshole. Maybe it said too much about him and his fixation on the woman beneath him, but there was no time to think about it.

His movements became more and more erratic as her soft touch did the rest for him, and Patrick could no longer hold back his impending orgasm. "Oh fuck... Andrea... I'm going to -"

Waves of pleasure came crashing down on him, leaving Patrick trembling, his hips bucking against his own hand one last time as he stained her hair, his fingers, the sheets, with thick ropes of cum. For a small moment he wondered if he was experiencing some strange form of awakening.

Her need was almost ultra-violent, breaking her willpower with an ease she had never expected. Wildly, almost greedily, she licked every drop of his warm cum, but it was still not enough. Andrea was hungry, tired and doomed to be trapped here for what seemed like an eternity. But her primal instincts kicked out all her discomfort and spurred her on to get what her body craved - his hot flesh inside her and her juicy pussy filled with his seed.

Rolling onto her stomach, she spread her legs and whimpered. "Fill...fill me," Andrea closed her eyes for a second from the phantom pain that coursed through her body from the emptiness. "I need you, please… it h-hurts."

Jesus Christ. Was she really begging for his cock? How had she come to that?

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its-all-stardust · 13 hours

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Hey, so first of all, I love your work, it's absoluteley amazing!!!

I saw that your requests are open, so I thought that I would ask for a Matt Murdock x reader oneshot? You know, just something cute and fluffy?

Maybe I'm gonna sound a bit stereotypical but how about a reader that owns a bakery and wants to try out a new recipe. Matt tries to sneak a taste from time to time while "helping out" (honestly, he's just teasing and making reader's job probably harder [affectionaly]). Just domestic fluff? Maybe please?

You don't have to if you don't want to, but I thought I'd give it a try :)

Thank you!! I'm glad you like my writing!! 🫂

I'm worried with this one that I tweaked things just enough that it's not exactly what you wanted anon, but I did my best and wrote what inspiration gave me!! I'll be honest, it could be fluffier, but I'm also not offended by my own writing so that's something lol I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️

Check out this post for request guidelines

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Matt Murock/GN!Reader

Word Count: 964

Was turning your residential apartment into a glorified bakery after you moved in with your boyfriend legal? According to Matt, a very good lawyer, it wasn’t technically illegal, so you did it anyway and prayed your landlord never found out.

It wasn’t really a bakery, not in the traditional sense. You didn’t try making it into a storefront, nor did you want it to be one. You did, however, take specialty orders through your website. You mainly baked for small events or private parties. You weren’t touching a wedding with a ten-foot pole unless you made the cake or just one of the cookies for the snack table.

It wasn’t enough to pay the bills on its own—you still had a full-time job—but you enjoyed it, and the small amount of extra income it generated was nice.

Matt enjoyed it, too. So much so that you often joked he had ulterior motives for dating you.

But even though baking was a passion, it still came with challenges.

You let out a frustrated sigh and leaned against your elbows, bent over the counter, and buried your face in your hands.

This is the worst part about baking, you thought.

“Do you need help?” Matt asked, hand suddenly on your shoulder. You jumped, letting out a small gasp. “Sorry. I tried calling a couple of times.”

“It’s fine,” you sighed, turning to wrap your arms around his middle, leaning into him, and pressing your face against his neck. “I just hate this.”

Matt huffed a laugh. “It can’t be so bad. You say that about every new thing you try.”

“But I really mean it this time!” you whined, though you actually didn’t.

You strived for perfection, but new recipes were always daunting. Either the first few batches didn’t meet your standards, or the very first one did, but the subsequent batches often failed. You thought once or twice about not adding anything new to your menu, but you needed to keep a refreshed list, or else you risked losing repeat customers—the ones who made this business possible for you in the first place.

“We can do it together,” Matt offered, lips brushing against the top of your head. “Will that make it better?”

You considered it for a moment. Matt’s taste was impeccable. You often used him—and Foggy and Karen—as guinea pigs, and he was always able to offer you the best advice. In another life, he would have been a fantastic chef. You’ve never baked anything with him before, only handed him the finished product.

If he helped you now, as you were putting everything together, it could make the whole try, try again process you had going significantly shorter, if not bypassed completely.

“Yes, actually. I think it will,” you answered, lifting your head up.

The only problem: Matt was a complete and utter nuisance.

He wouldn’t do what you told him, at times completely forgoing your instructions—the one you found in an old cookbook that wasn’t like anything you found online—and adding either the incorrect amount of something or adding something that wasn’t even on the list of ingredients.

No matter how many times you told him baking was an exact science and the time for experimentation was after you followed the recipe to a T and tasted the finished product, he refused to listen. You thought he did, at first, but then you caught him tossing in almond extract behind your back, and things only went downhill from there.

“Would you please stop sticking your fingers in the bowl?” you practically begged after you caught him helping himself to the cookie batter for the fourth time.

“How else am I supposed to taste it?” he asked with a playful smirk. He seemed to enjoy the fact he was making you want to pull your hair out.

“With the spoon I specifically set out for that purpose!” You picked it up and thrust it at him. He ignored it and stuck his finger in his mouth.

“But I’m blind. How am I supposed to know where it is?”

You raised an eyebrow, not fooled. “The same way you find the bowl even after I move it.”

Matt shrugged. “Fair point. But if I used the spoon, I couldn’t do this.” He stuck his finger in the bowl again.

“Matthew, I swear to—”

He stuck his finger in your mouth, not far but enough for the batter to touch your tongue, before he pulled away.

“—God,” you couldn’t help but finish as the first notes of the batter processed. Brow furrowed, you focused on the taste, brushing your tongue against the roof of your mouth, trying to make it last while you sorted out the different flavors. It was…

“That’s amazing,” you said, stunned. “What did you put in there?” You pulled the bowl toward you, forgetting the spoon in your hand as you dipped in a finger from the other. It wasn’t what you were trying to make at all, and you needed another sample.

“I tried telling you it just needed a few extra ingredients.” Before you could stick your finger in your mouth, Matt took your hand, wrapping his lips around your batter-covered finger. His tongue lapped gently against the pad, almost teasing. “Now it’s perfect,” he said when he pulled away.

“I think I need you in the kitchen more often,” you said, wheels already turning in your mind.

Matt beamed at you and tried leaning in for a kiss. You, however, didn’t notice and stepped away to find your phone, leaving him confused.

You opened your notes app and said, “Quick, tell me what you did before you forget.”

Matt could only shake his head in amusement before he dutifully listed everything he had snuck into the batter.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #x reader #fic request #selene's requests

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You know what? That's fair. You never ssid you condemned individual Brotherhood members, I'm sorry I assumed that.

Addressing them as an institution, however...

I think they might still be a morr admirable group than you give them credit for. Yes, they have rather brutal hazing rituals for aspirants. At best, this ensures the unqualified won't go into danger, at worst, it's abuse. Bullying is absolutely wrong, I won't defend that.

However, on the charge of bigotry, I don't think it's entirely fair. Based on comments by Knight Rhys and others, I don't think tgey hate nonhumans simply for being nonhumans, rather they see it as a quasi-religious duty to remove the consequences of technological abuse. Ghouls, Synths, Super-Mutants... they didn't arise naturally. They are permanent (un-ageing) reminders of "technology that's gone too far". Think on Arthur Maxon's words in "Blind Betrayal". Danse's existence is intolerable to him because it is symbolic of a perversion of technology. Whether it's radiation, FEV, or whatever else, the Brotherhood is committed to opposing technological abuse.

In that context, their hoarding of technology is understandable. In 2077, mankind demonstrated that it wasn't capable of using technology in a responsible manner. Heck, given what Ulysses tried to do at the Divide, and what Hank did at Shady Sands, mankind arguably STILL isn't capable.

So what alternative is there but to keep that technology safe, away from the reckless hands that would abuse it, until humanity develops the maturity and restraint to show technology its peoper reverence?

The Brotherhood is also not without its reformers. This is explicitly why Maximus chooses to return to them! He speaks with Cleric Quintus about improving the Brotherhood, making it match the idealised image he once held. He no longer holds illusions about what the Brotherhood is, but he still believes in its mission, in what it could become.

Even when they have disagreed with one another, the Brotherhood has always shared a common (noble) goal. Christine Royce and Father Elijah didn't see eye to eye on how the technologies of Big MT and the Sierra Madre should be used, but they both shared the same ultimate vision; Rodger Maxon's vision, a vision of a world where mankind worshipped technology rather than misusing it. A better world.

Hi Anonymous person.

I mean, look. I'm not the Thought Police. You're free to like any Fallout faction you like, and I'm not going to hunt you down and bother you about it. But ... I mean, you've asked, and I'm really confused about what you're saying here.

I ... don't understand why you're putting this forward as a defence? This is kind of my whole point. If some individuals in the Brotherhood were bigoted, that might reasonably make them terrible – or at least misguided – people, but it might not say anything about the institution itself.

But the genocidal impulses are built into Brotherhood doctrine. Wanting to murder groups of people because they don't fit into your vision (religious or otherwise) of a perfect world is ... bad. I mean it's very bad. It's one of the worst things you can want to do. It's very much a despairing "war never changes" thing.

I know what Arthur Maxson says. I'm not disputing that the Brotherhood really, truly believes that mass murder is a good thing. It's just that my response to that is "Go fuck yourself, Arthur."

I genuinely do not understand why you're calling my assertion of bigotry unfair. I noted that I do not like the Brotherhood because they are genocidal toward mutants and Synths, and you have agreed that they very much are, and not only that but that this is a core part of their belief system. So ... that's that.

Huh? No he doesn't. Maximus very definitely does not do that.

For much of the show, Maximus lies to other people about his name and status in order to protect himself. He also lies to himself, somewhat, about what he wants out of life.

The fact that Maximus shows little investment in the Brotherhood's ideals is one of the things that keeps him sympathetic, even when he's stomping around in power armour (he calls the Brotherhood's mission "weird" when Lucy points out the inherent contradictions).

His time in Vault 4, combined with his exposure to Lucy, allows him the space to grow as a person, and to start telling the truth. Truth works with her in a way that it did not with Thaddeus, who was never going to side with Maximus against Brotherhood guns. What Maximus really wants is Shady Sands back: specifically a world where Shady Sands was never destroyed, and he could have eaten well and gone to school and lived a completely different life. Failing that, what he wants is peace. This is what he says "explicitly": that he wants to live in peace and not go to war.

Maximus returns to the Brotherhood with a decoy head to allow Lucy to complete her mission. He does this because one of the things he has to admit to himself is that the deal he made with her was bullshit. He simply doesn't have the clout to force the issue, and the Brotherhood isn't going to help out a vault dweller having a rough week for moral reasons.

Lucy is confused by this sudden change of plans: she only knows Maximus, so she thinks the Brotherhood must be "the good guys". Both Maximus and Thaddeus know better: they've lived through Brotherhood brutality.

One key problem that both Lucy and Maximus have is that they've never really delved into what the head is for, so whether it's safe or good to deliver it anywhere in particular doesn't factor into their plans. It's just a MacGuffin to them: Lucy needs it to rescue her dad; Maximus needs it so the Brotherhood doesn't murder him.

Consequently, Maximus is at least initially fine with using his knowledge of the head's location to save his own arse – moreover, leading the Brotherhood to the head will also take him back to Lucy. He confides to his friend Dane that he intends to flee with Lucy at the first opportunity; Dane laments that they don't believe there is a way to escape. I don't know where this "Maximus enthusiastically reforms the Brotherhood" idea is coming from. In his head, Maximus is already deep underground, wearing Vault 33's fluffiest dressing gown, and never hearing about any of this crap ever again.

However, The Beginning is largely about disillusionment. For Norm and Cooper, this means engaging in some espionage to uncover Vault-Tec's evil plans – and their loved ones' complicity in those plans. For Lucy and Maximus, it means recontextualising the childhood memories that shaped them.

As Lucy listens to Moldaver's story, she reflects on her childhood memory of standing in a cornfield with her mother. She realises that she really did stand beneath the sun in a rebuilt civilisation, and that her father's insistence that she was in the vault the whole time is a lie intended to conceal his own crimes.

As Maximus listens to Quintus's horrifying little speech about conquering the wasteland, he reflects on his childhood image of the Brotherhood as heroes and saviours. In the present, the Brotherhood has just forcibly occupied the town of Filly (this is bad!), has come very close to summarily executing him (also not what you'd call good!) and is about to force him to go to war against a group of people who have not at any point in the series threatened them, purely because they have some tech the Brotherhood wants (really fucking awful, if you think about it!).

If Maximus has any mission at this point beyond getting the hell out of there and finding Lucy – it is wresting control of the cold fusion technology from the Brotherhood's hands. Because Moldaver bequeaths her cause to him with her dying breath.

What do you suppose your Brotherhood would do with infinite power? Maybe you can stop them. Maybe you can't. Maybe all you can do is try. – Lee Moldaver, Fallout: The Beginning

Maximus is a child of Shady Sands. He's a citizen of the NCR. The expression on his face when the Brotherhood vertibirds open fire on the people fleeing across the compound is understandably appalled. He attacks Hank when he learns what he did to his home. Moldaver knows none of this. She just knows the expression on Maximus's face when the lights go on across the city – and she reaches out to him because that's enough to hope.

So ... no? Really no. Maximus does not explicitly return to the Brotherhood to embrace Quintus's bullshit.

I mean ... Dead Money is not a story about rational people making good choices. I don't think the "unhealthy obsession DLC" is a great example of anything but what not to do. Christine is a tragic figure. Her absolute best ending leaves her as something that is almost literally the ghost of an old-world film star, forever haunting the Sierra Madre. She's also clearly paralleling the fate of her lost love, Veronica: Veronica is keenly aware that the Brotherhood's ideology leads to an ugly dead end, but she can neither change them nor escape them and becomes a kind of ghost herself.

These are not pro-Brotherhood stories.

But I mean ... I'm not trying to somehow dispute that many Brotherhood members believe to some extent in Brotherhood ideals. I know how indoctrination works.

You're assuming the "noble" part. What I am saying is that I don't believe the Brotherhood's goals are noble, good, or helpful. I think they should stop doing what they're doing. I think the hoarding and the dogmatism and the genocide are ... well, wrong. I don't think Roger Maxson has a "better world". I think he and his men couldn't handle the guilt of being involved in unethical experiments themselves, and the Brotherhood has just been reacting badly to their collective trauma across generations.

It's not that I think the Brotherhood of Steel is absolutely incapable of change: in theory they could stop hoarding and murdering and generally being arseholes. But then they would not really be the Brotherhood of Steel anymore. And I think it is unlikely that that will happen, because the kinds of problems they cause are useful for the sorts of stories the Fallout series wants to tell.

So I'm probably stuck with them for the foreseeable future. And I still have no time for any of them.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout tv series #fallout tv spoilers #fallout new vegas

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KIND OF CLICHE W/ MIYA ATSUMU

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

genre: best friends to lovers : fluff

“alright! I’ll see ya guys tomorrow.” atsumu called out, closing his dorm’s door behind him with a decisive click.

throwing his head against the door, atsumu sighed breathlessly. his gaze wandered to the clock on the wall, its hands pointing to [22:10]. surprise flickered in his eyes as he realized he had been practicing at the gym for nearly six hours. he didn’t mean to overwork himself today but he needed to ensure his skills were perfection. he was resolute in his determination to secure sponsorships and, eventually, a full draft if he wanted to make it as a professional athlete. if his ambition demanded he push his body to its limits, he welcomed the challenge without hesitation.

with a weary huff, atsumu pushed himself away from the door and began his trudge towards his room. utterly exhausted, the mere thought of his bed waiting just ahead filled him with a profound sense of relief. as he finally approached, he flung the door open with vigor and carelessly threw his gym bag across the room, indifferent to where it landed. collapsing onto his bed, a sigh of bliss escaped his lips. this was all he desired after such an arduous day of practice—a fleeting moment of peace and rest.

he closed his eyes, breaths growing shallow as he sank deeper into relaxation. at this rate, he would inevitably succumb to sleep—not that he would mind. a moment of sleep would do wonders for his exhausted body. with no morning classes tomorrow, the idea of sleeping in was irresistibly tempting to his fatigued mind. just as he began to drift to sleep, a resounding knock on his door jolted him back to wakefulness.

he groaned as he sat up, his gaze settling on the figure standing at his door. his eyes narrowed into a piercing glare, and with a gesture of utter annoyance, he flipped them off before sinking back onto his bed.

“go away, suna” atsumu grumbled grumpily. “i’m trying to rest here.”

“first of all, that was rude, asshole.” suna retorted bitterly, though a hint of playfulness still colored his tone. “secondly, not my problem you decided to stay at the gym later than usual.”

atsumu groaned even louder at the reminder of his six-hour practice session and turned on his side to fix a tired gaze on suna, who stood casually in the doorway.

“whatever dude.” atsumu muttered. “what do ya want?”

“i just came to tell you to check your phone.” suna replied. “kita’s talking about something in the volleyball group chat and is kind of bothered that you’re not responding.”

atsumu sighed and patted his pockets, searching for his phone, but found nothing. alarmed, he sat up and checked his pockets again more frantically. he rummaged through his bed sheets but still came up empty handed. he tried to think where he could have left it and finally relaxed when he remembered packing it in his gym bag. he was too tired to remember doing that before.

he begrudgingly rose from his bed, slowly making his way towards the bag he had carelessly flung across the room earlier. as he picked it up and unzipped it, he cautiously felt around for his phone, sighing in relief as his fingers closed around the familiar rectangular object. just as he was about to retrieve it, he froze. his fingers had brushed against something mysterious—something that felt like…paper?

puzzled, he furrowed his brows. he didn’t recall packing anything with paper in his gym bag; all his books and homework were in his regular school bag. intrigued, he reached for the flimsy object and slowly drew it out. his eyes fell on the paper in his hands, and he began to scan its contents. with each line he read, his eyes widened, and a swell of joy and excitement surged within him.

“no way…” he murmured, struggling to suppress a smile.

kind of cliche

⤷ part 2 : that was rude

synopsis • too scared to actually admit your feelings for Miya Atsumu - your best friend- face to face, your friends encourage you to leave him anonymous letters expressing just how much you like him — which, to you, seems kind of cliche.

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milkbreadtoast · 2 years

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OH BTW for ppl who like milkyam (if ur there)... i translated my fav milkyam fancomic...just sharing bc I want u guys to read it too 🥺🥹 its my fav i could write an essay abt what i love abt it KFJDJFVF...

#milkyam #i rly like how they wrote milk esp kdjfdk i like how they characterize him...#i rly like this comic akdjskfs it lives rent free in my head #i actually spent hrs trying to tl this skfjsj and its actually my 2nd time attemptinf #but since the first time ive been studying kr a lot so i was able to understand it a lot better so i wanted to try again!!#and its not perfect but i tried my best...#note: jaguma = shortening of jasaek goguma (ig it's like saying yam)#(-ssi = polite suffix -nim = honorific/respectful suffix; -nim is more formal)#(also milk speaks in formal/polite speech and yam speaks casually.. like thats their speech styles in canon)#anyway pls read this comic its so cute.. its so cute but i also rly like the characterization 🥹#the way they wrote milk is like so close to my hc i lvoe it sjhfjd #i also like that they make milk slightly taller LMFAO thank u...#ppl who make milk taller than yam/dark choco r rare and braver than the marines and i owe u my life #translation

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canon-gabriel-quotes · 5 months

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Gabriel trying to entertain an iPad baby as his confidence rapidly declines - A Compilation

Not going to transcribe these as its just songs being "sung" if you can call it that.

Anyway.

Chug Jug With You Audio Source

Happy Birthday Audio Source

Under the Sea Audio Source

Chug Jug (again) Audio Source

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #*he pronounces the name wrong cause it was directed @ someone in chat named gabriel #alternative title was 'karaoke with gabriel' but i think its really funny that its just like. kids songs?? these are all months apart too??#i left the laugh in just cause the timing of chat redeeming 'oh brother this guy stinks' was perfect #uh the weird bg sounds during the birthday part. it was a vineboom..... i tried my best to get rid of it lol #aka the 'when tf am i ever going to have need for these clips. whatever ill just upload em all at once' compilation #that is like. half of the clips i have. im like. when do i even post this. what do i call this #if i had the time to make dumb pics like i did that one time it'd be a lot easier to just force context onto the clips lol

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troubledbee · 3 months

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I can sense a mattress being sold. Soon... Soon I will get to cleanse a house from all its impurities, with the blessing of the sacred flames...

Inspiration

#bunny #bad photoshop #arsonist bunny #quickly (and poorly) photoshopping animals on ky phone in silly ways in my new hobby #this is door to door mattress salesman jeffs husband #(door to door mattress salesman Jeff previously posted)#this is chia the arsonist #jeff sells people mattresses #chia goes and burns down their house #jeff sells them more mattresses #the perfect couple. the perfect crime.#thats why jeff is the best preforming salesman at the door to door keurig salesman company #despite never once selling a keurig #also (tried) adding alt text so i hope its decent #im horrible at describing what things are or look like

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lovesickeros · 7 months

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obligatory childe post ft 4.2 archon quest spoilers and also my incomprehensible ramblings (read at your own discretion)

fontaine left me with a Lot of thoughts about childe even if his screen time was kinda pitiful

it's been opening up a lot of implications for childe's potentional importance to the greater, overall plot of the story though and its driving me up a WALL but more importantly it's made me pick apart his character

which brings me to Fontaine actually being PERFECT for him to have featured in, actually. because the whole damn nation is a theater, a stage for its archon. Hydro has never fit him better because the parallels of focalors/furina to ajax/tartaglia aren't exact but it's pretty damn close. a separation of the "other" (divine in case of focalors, whatever is wrong w childe in his case) and human.

I just think a lot about how Tartaglia is only ever Ajax with family. you really don't see his old name anywhere, he's pretty openly adopted Tartaglia (kinda childe too) as his name literally in every other circumstance. which you can chalk up to just like. well, he's usually on fatui business, of course he'd use his fatui name, but. even with traveler, it's childe.

so. you know. makes me wonder if as far as he's concerned, Ajax is dead. "Ajax" died when he fell down that crack in the ground and something else crawled back out.

which makes me wonder how he'd feel about the Creator calling him Ajax.

conflicted, probably. because you know him well enough to know his old name..but he's not Ajax anymore, is he? he's not the child with a sword in hand trying to play adventurer, he's a Harbinger. he's Childe, he's Tartaglia.

conflicted because he has doubts, even if he'd never voice them, that maybe you like "Ajax" more then Childe.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #my thoughts on childe are jumbled but I think he is similar to furina/focalors in that he has many faces #he is ajax with his family– the confident sweet older brother who gets them nice gifts and doesnt visit often #but when he does he tries his best to be the older brother they need. ajax is dead and buried in the abyss and he crawled back out #but he tries.#he is also childe. tartaglia. a weapon finely honed by the Tsaritsa that goes where she leads him.#he is a murderer. plain and simple. he is no saint but a sinner just like the rest of the harbingers.#because that is simply who he has become. “Ajax” entered the abyss and Tartaglia came back out. even if it wasnt his name yet #squeezing him i wanna know what Happened Down There #they describe him as hesitant and frightened in one of his stories yet he returns and suddenly hes completely different #3 months in the abyss will do that i suppose #but im just obsessed w his themes of lsot identity (even if its just in my head) and a man being turned into a weapob #WEAPOn #also perfect opportunity for angst and conflict!!#being torn between his loyalty to the Tsaritsa vs reader would be soooo chef's kiss #honestly i think sagau/cult au with characters who arent 100% on board w the creator r so good i eat that shit up #esp if creator is tied to celestia....like ough the angst potential w so many characters like NEUVI UGH #this is getting off track but conflict also w the ajax vs childe situation..#i dont havr the words to sufficiently describe it but ough.............#just thinking abt childe being called ajax by the creator..a name hes mostly abandoned......#like if we go w my crackhead idea of him considering “ajax” dead i know he'd be so distraught but just bottle that shit up and smile #because if you wsnt ajax then he can be ajax!!!!! (please dont leave him hes senstive and has abandonment issues and separation anxiety)#desperate little puppy man (he is covered in blood and viscera bc he just killed a man and brought him to you expecting praise)#like a cat bringing you dead birds and mice.

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gethprime · 24 days

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【 For one who fights with monsters should look to it that they themselves become a monster. 】

#bg3 #bg3edit #gamingedit #vgedit #*nervgifs #oc: durge!eve #game: bg3 #ITS FUCKING DONE!!!! lord i fucking hate doing multi layered gifs....#it's not perfect or exactly how i pictured it in my head but it's about as close as i can get it. :)#tried my best to get the background to blend with the first gif.

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jattendschaton · 2 years

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From the literary masterpiece “be your july” by our Ladrien lord and savior, Reiaji

I wanted to have it done by July 14th and then when that didn’t work, at least by the end of July (how could a piece inspired by “be your july” not be posted in July?) but! here we are instead

#miraculous ladybug #ladrien #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #ml fanart #lovesquare #my art #drawn for an absolutely incredible friend who deserves the world #i hope i have done ladrien justice #there's more that I wanted to do with this #but i think this is for the best #also i know they look like babies they are not actually babies in the fic i am just cursed by baby drawing #also yes they are supposed to be surrounded by buildings with chimneys on three sides #'smokestacks like toadstools' i swear i tried but i just could not draw them in a way that looked good #the imagery is just so beautiful and perfect and i am but a wee little artist #read it for yourself (again even if you already have) to appreciate its beauty!!#tiny quiches should probably be out #and the candles he brought were not real fire candles but i just thought it looked like this #please roast me in the comments #did not have a good day and i feel like the only thing keeping me even close to sane #was adding finishing touches to this piece #so when you look at this know you are looking at a piece of my soul #you are seeing love and also sadness #calm and anxiety #isnt that kind of the crazy part about artwork? how it's not just snapshot of a Particular Thing #but also whatever the artist was thinking and feeling as they created it?#how you cant separate just what they wanted you to see from the pieces of themselves that are tied to every pixel?#idk man maybe i just need a hug and a cup of tea

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pirates-are-secret-agents · 1 year

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some time ago i made this little drawing of baby... she deserves the recognition!!

#art #spn #supernatural #baby #spn baby #fanart #spn fanart #spn fanworks #i tried my best #i know its not perfect #but its it pen #so its too late now #xD

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suffarustuffaru · 8 months

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ok but im getting emo over heinkel again so im gonna talk about him again because yeah hes yet another sad character in a sea of sad characters and i love rezero for that but like he is a character consistently characterized by one loss after the other. it's a rollercoaster and its going straight fucking down and he is so miserable and absolutely alone and its both his fault and not his fault at all. but the way it starts is - its all out of his control. the more you think about the trajectory of his life the sadder it gets.

imagine you are heinkel and your parents are the sword saint and the sword demon and you come from a long line of knights and sword saints so thats almost definitely where youre headed, right? thats whats expected of you. you are nineteen years old and youre a knight in the royal guard, which was expected of you, and you have a wife and a beautiful baby boy, which was also expected of you, but at least you have so much joy and love for the latter while the former is just another chain on the astrea family line of people who are stuck to knighthood whether they like it or not. but your family is also just another chain because youre nineteen and your mother is still the sword saint and youre playing with fate here because either youre going to be the sword saint or your son will be.

your wife, the only equal you have, falls asleep one day and never wakes up. you are twenty-one years old and a single parent and then you are twenty-three years old and your son's fate is so much bigger than youll ever be. having the worlds love means that your love pales in comparison, doesnt it? everyone knows about your comatose wife because you keep searching so much for a cure that its just another thing to gossip about. every year that passes by she just continues to look the same as she did when she was awake and alive and loved you. (you dont know it yet but your son is going to reach the same age as her, because you dont find a cure for another sixteen years and you know that she wont love you anymore because who does? theres no one left because your son doesnt count.)

and everyone knows about you because of your family. because yeah, youre a good swordsman, but youre not liked by anyone in the knights. youre not a friend and youre certainly not a sword saint or sword demon. your son mind controls someone because he loves you so much that he would do anything for you and looks up to you like youre some hero, but youre just a wreck whos scrambling to keep what little you have. youre twenty-four and you lose your mom because you were too scared to go on the mission you were assigned on, because youre a coward and youre in over your head and you know, because everyone knows, that you dont measure up. you could never be prepared for this. in a long line of people who have to carry the weight of the world, you crumble easily. your mom goes on that mission and dies and your son becomes the sword saint like this was always going to happen. this is what being loved by the world means. you just killed your mom because you just couldnt suck it up and die on that mission instead. on top of that, your dad says that your five-year-old god of a son killed your mom. its just you and your son and the two of you both killed your mom but youre the worlds biggest laughing stock and your son is the up and coming hero and monster. but you still love your son. you really do.

right?

#rezero #heinkel astrea #i have. many feelings on him always. no i do not condone his abuse and i never will. but he is such a fascinating character #and this is not even getting into like. post-reinhard being five years old. cries. there is so much happening my god. the tragedy of it all #i swear theresia and wilhelm act like they dont even like heinkel fr sometimes too i swear aldfjldfjl theres just implications behind that #relationship too. and implications to heinkel and reinhards Everything with what little we've seen of them. like little kid reinhard truste #his dad SO MUCH heinkel was very loving in the beginning. it hurts how badly it turns out later alsdlfj bc you just Know that reinhard is #internalizing this like. my dad used to love me and now he doesnt anymore and its all my fault.#BUT HE STILL DOES LOVE REINHARD DEEP DOWN BC WHY ELSE WOULD HE HAVE SCHULT AS A REPLACEMENT. GOD. GOD.#arc 5 spoilers #i always like. theorize that heinkel used to be someone who tried to follow the rules to the T. try his best. try to be a good perfect #knight. a bit of a people pleaser. WHICH IS LIKE REINHARD RIGHT and it explains why heinkel is so bitter and jaded and angry now. god. i #hate it here. the astreas make me sooo crazy #like heinkel really does seem like a guy whos just trying to be a goody two shoes in like the once upon a time from lugunica ss but he fail #miserably bc hes too Emotional and also going through a lot of stress aljsdlfj

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