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Rook Book to Remember Me By

Part 2 of Rook Book

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!Metro!reader

Summary: Tim's delay in transferring to Metro may have cost him everything, and as he and Lucy search Los Angeles for a killer, he only has his memories and a fake rook book to remember you by.

Warnings: ANGST, death, fluff

Word Count: 3.6k+ words

A/N: I know this is a Chenford gif but it fits. :)

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“What is that?” Lucy asks as she waits beside Tim’s desk. “A bomb?”

“Lower your voice, boot,” Tim snaps. “We don’t need a stampede.”

“Yes, sir. So, what is it?”

“What does it look like? It’s a book.”

“No, it’s a rook book with a bow on it. And I bet I know who it’s from.”

“50 pushups.”

“But-“

“You want double?”

Lucy frowns as she silences, and she watches Tim lift the book. He opens the front cover and shakes his head before dropping it into one of his drawers. Lucy doesn’t move toward the door, and Tim sighs as he leans against his desk.

“What?” he asks.

“Is that just a book? Or a none-rook-book-rook-book? Like the one somebody’s pretty TO used to carry?”

“Pretty TO?” you ask from behind Lucy.

Tim had been too distracted by the book and Lucy’s prying questions to notice you walk in. Dressed in your Metro uniform, you slide your hands into your pockets and smile.

“I’ll assume you’re talking about Tim,” you add.

“Yeah, right,” Lucy snorts.

“100 pushups it is,” Tim announces.

“Tim,” you chide softly. “You can’t blame her for being excited to see this side of you. It took me your entire probationary period to learn you could smile.”

“Chen, give us a minute,” Tim says.

“Do I have to?” she asks quietly.

“Yes,” you and Tim say together. The difference is that you add, “Please.”

You watch Lucy move toward the equipment room before turning to Tim. He furrows his brows and unconsciously blocks the drawer with your gift in it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call last night,” you begin. “Metro raided a speakeasy, and it went a little haywire.” “Are you okay?” Tim interrupts. “That’s what I was going to ask you. I know you tolerate me, maybe even like me a little, but you don’t call unless you need something.”

“I, uh, just wanted to hear your voice. But I’m fine, I promise.”

You nod and run your tongue over your bottom lip as you think. “Still have nightmares?”

“I’m fine.”

“Look, Lucy is ready to pass that test, but in the end moving to Metro is a big decision. One you can do; I don’t doubt that. Just… don’t stick around because you think you have some debt to pay or something. Your boot is important, but your career is too.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Your Metro Commander yells your name, and you lay a hand on Tim’s shoulder before whispering a farewell. He watches you go and decides that when he calls you tonight, he’ll ask why you chose the book you did. Hopefully, he thinks, it will allow him to admit some things. He needs more than your voice to calm him in the middle of the night these days.

“Can I just say one thing?” Lucy asks from the passenger seat of the shop.

“Will me saying no stop you?” Tim replies.

“I think you’re really cute together. She’s been waiting for you, and I don’t think you should make her wait just because you’re scared.”

“What makes you think I’m scared? You mean well, Chen, but this is none of your concern.”

“Maybe not. But it’s yours, and you know I’m right.”

Tim wants to keep arguing, maybe threaten Lucy with more pushups to make her leave it alone, but the radio cuts him off.

“Attention all units. Officer down at Wilshire Federal Building. Metro requesting backup. Will advise.”

Tim’s world slows as he pulls the shop to a curb. He and Lucy are too far away to provide backup fast enough, but he can’t move until he knows that you’re okay. Lucy watches him as he stares at the radio, but with each second of silence, she gets more concerned for him.

“She’s going to be okay,” Lucy whispers.

Tim shakes his head. He doesn’t want to think about the alternative but believing that you’re okay without knowing is more dangerous than being wrong and hearing another officer’s name over the radio.

“Bradford, Chen, Harper, Nolan,” Wade radios. “Get back to the station and prepare to assist Metro.”

“Uh, you- you drive, Lucy,” Tim says as he unclips his seatbelt.

“Attention all units,” the dispatch officer begins.

She identifies the downed officer, and when your name is said, Tim’s world stops. He waited too long, and now he can never tell you how he feels. He had a crush on you, he wants to say, but it turned into so much more.

“Tim,” Lucy calls as she opens the driver-side door. “C’mon.”

Tim doesn’t feel any shame as he leans on Lucy. She ushers him into the passenger seat before she drives to the station with lights and sirens on. Tim’s silence is terrifying, and although Lucy is also feeling grief and is heartbroken to hear you’re gone, her concern for Tim outweighs her own emotions.

As Tim exits the shop, his devastation suddenly makes room for anger. He doesn’t blame any of your fellow officers, but if he had moved to Metro sooner, he would have been there with you, and maybe he could have changed the outcome. He slams the door and ignores Lucy as he storms into the bullpen.

Lucy and Tim slow as they see several Metro teams gathered together, but it’s obvious that something is wrong, something is missing. There’s a gap where you should be, and even the elite tactical officers seem lost without you.

“What happened?” Tim asks.

“Officer Bradford, we can’t release any information yet,” Wade answers. “Metro’s going to fill you in on what you need to know. They need as many of us as they can get.”

Tim clenches his jaw to stop the remark that he wants to make. The Metro teams are talking quietly, and he gestures for Lucy to step to his other side as he moves closer.

“You saw the shot?” one of them asks.

“Yeah,” someone answers.

“Then where’d they take her?”

At the realization that you’re not only gone, but they don’t even know where your body is, Tim begins looking around. He sees his Sergeant, Captain, and the Metro commanders huddled in a corner and walks directly to them.

“I want a position in the task force. You need more people, and I’m one of the few patrol officers who knows how to complete a manhunt like this,” he demands.

“I understand where you’re coming from Bradford, but you’re too invested in this to go out alone,” Wade replies.

“Then let me go with him,” Lucy interjects. “Tim knows what he’s doing, and we can patrol and engage in the manhunt at the same time, right?”

Wade looks to the Metro sergeant to his left, who shrugs noncommittedly. He sighs before nodding and tells Tim to get back out on the street and wait for the information about the gunman.

“Wait,” Tim tells Lucy as he stops beside his desk.

He pulls the book from the bottom drawer and tucks it under his arm before continuing to the shop. If this is his last drive where you’re involved, he wants you there. Or as close as he can get.

“Dispatch released a picture,” Lucy says before turning the dash computer toward Tim.

He looks at the picture until the light turns green, and then he begins a grid search surrounding the Wilshire Federal Building. If that man is still nearby, and Tim finds him first, prison will be the least of his worries.

“What’s the book?” Lucy inquires.

“It’s her favorite,” Tim answers.

“You know what her favorite book is. That’s really sweet, Tim.”

“She’s been telling me for years to read it and I keep making excuses not to.”

“And now?”

Tim nods, and Lucy knows that he is going to not only read the book but devour it and everything related to it to feel close to you again.

“7-Adam-19, assault in progress inside Shell gas station at the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and Greenfield Avenue. 9-1-1 caller requested your presence on scene.”

Tim hits the steering wheel before telling Lucy to accept the call. He doesn’t have time to break up a fight in a gas station, not when your killer is on the loose. The gas station is less than five minutes away, but Tim gets grumpier with every minute. As he and Lucy enter the gas station, he’s prepared to jump in the fight just to finish it faster.

“You called the police, what’s the problem?” Tim asks the cashier.

The young girl looks scared; her face is pale, and her hands shake above the cash register.

“This doesn’t look like an assault in progress,” Tim adds with his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Lucy steps forward to speak to the girl while Tim looks around. The gas station is empty, but Tim doesn’t make it far before he sees a blood trail on the floor. It rounds the end of the cashier’s counter and disappears under a door. Tim pulls his gun and whispers for Lucy to stay ready as he steps toward the door.

“In there?” Lucy asks.

The woman behind the counter nods, and Lucy gestures for Tim to go ahead. Tim pushes the door open and raises his gun to clear the room while Lucy stays on the other side of the opening. He looks down to follow the blood but freezes when someone speaks.

“Officer Bradford, California Penal Code 217.1 is punishable by what?”

“Chen!” Tim yells as he holsters his gun.

Lucy hits the light switch for the storage closet, and Tim kneels to lift a bloody gun from the floor.

“They said you died,” Tim says as he moves closer to you.

You hear Tim begin asking questions when he enters the gas station and hope that the cashier that you scared by walking in covered in your blood can point him to your hiding spot in the storage closet. Your gun is on the floor beside your feet and your long-sleeve Metro t-shirt is balled against the gunshot wound in your shoulder.

When Tim opens the door, you ask him about a penal code before your head tips forward. Staying conscious while losing blood isn’t as easy as some may think, and you want to make a joke, but Tim jumps to action before you can.

“They said you died,” Tim says quietly.

He lays a hand over your cheek as his other hand applies more pressure to the fabric on your shoulder.

“I think that was the goal,” you mumble.

“Chen, radio for-“

“No!” you interrupt. Your voice raises at the idea of Chen communicating this news over the radio. “The men who we went in there to arrest have radios. They knew we were coming, but if they think I’m dead we can use that.”

“You need help,” Tim argues.

He reaches for his phone, and you lay a bloody hand on his forearm to stop him. You wait for him to look at your face to smile.

“We find another way to get help. But as far as anyone with a police radio knows, I’m still dead.”

“How am I supposed to get you treatment for a GSW without raising any red flags? Any ER nurse will call the police.”

“What about Grace?” Lucy suggests. “Nolan’s friend? If we could talk to her before we take you in, she may be able to keep it quiet.”

“If you think it will work, let’s do it,” you agree.

“No,” Tim interrupts. “We’re not putting your life in the hands of a rookie.”

“Tim, she’s right. This is a good plan and one we need if we want these guys off the street. Please, just trust me and Lucy for a few minutes. You can yell at us and brainstorm new Tim Tests later.”

“Call Grace,” Tim says as he moves his arms around you. “If this starts going wrong, or something happens to you, I will use my radio.”

“Understood.”

You keep your uninjured arm across your chest as Tim lifts you into his arms. Lucy leads the way out and opens the backdoor of the shop before apologizing to the gas station clerk. She leaves her card and scribbles the number of someone who can clean the bloody scene but reminds the girl not to call the police or tell anyone you were here. As Tim drives through traffic and Lucy talks to Grace, you notice a book in the floorboard and chuckle.

“What?” Tim asks quickly.

“You have my rook book.”

“Guess I don’t have to read it now that you’re not dead.”

“If I didn’t know better I would think you’re mad at me, Bradford.” “You know exactly what I’m thinking.”

“Don’t risk your job for revenge, Tim. I know you care about me, and I care about you, too, but this isn’t worth it. We work the case like any other.”

“Easy for you to say,” Tim snaps. “You didn’t think the woman you love was murdered twenty minutes ago.”

Lucy ends the call and looks through the cage at you. It’s not how Tim planned to tell you, but he feels lighter with the admission.

“I’m sorry, Tim,” you whisper.

“Tell me after.”

“I’m not waiting until the end of Lucy’s probation period.”

“Please don’t,” she agrees. “I can only take so much more pining from this one.”

“I don’t pine,” Tim grumbles.

“Yes, you do,” you and Lucy argue together.

“Bradford, status report?” Wade radios.

Tim looks at Lucy, who apologizes quickly for not communicating a code 4.

“Code 4, Grey,” Tim replies. “But don’t ask any questions right now.”

“Okay. As long as you didn’t break any laws, this conversation never happened.”

Tim glances over his shoulder at you, and you state, “I haven’t broken any laws. Have you?”

“Not yet.”

“If there’s blood on this book later, that’s your fault.”

Tim sighs, and it sounds almost like a laugh. You don’t have time to tease him before he pulls into the emergency room drop-off area of Shaw Memorial Hospital. Grace and several nurses run out and wheel you in quickly, promising to help you without asking any questions or reporting anything to the police.

“What now?” Lucy asks as the doors close behind you.

“Now, we find the people who are getting 15 to life for trying to kill an officer for completing her duties,” Tim answers.

“Tim,” Lucy calls.

He stops, and she points to the blood staining his skin. Tim opens the trunk of the shop and retrieves a pack of wipes from one of the war bags. Lucy watches as he harshly scrubs your blood from his skin and gets angrier with every wipe he tosses aside.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” she asks.

“Lucy,” he begins as he slams the trunk closed. “I’m pissed off and I have a feeling in my chest that I’m not used to. But how I feel doesn’t matter. We’re going to get every single one of the people involved in this, and make sure they end up in a hole.”

“By ‘a hole,’ you mean prison, right?” Tim walks around the shop rather than answering, and Lucy rushes to repeat, “You mean prison, right?”

“7-Adam-19, report to Sepulveda and Ohio Avenue.”

“What now?” Tim yells.

He steers the shop into an illegal U-turn and speeds down Sepulveda Boulevard. Lucy gasps as they near the intersection.

“Turn left onto Ohio,” she says.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“Second left onto Camden,” she adds after he turns.

Tim slams on the brakes when he sees someone sitting on the curb at the end of Camden Avenue. Lucy exits the shop as soon as it stops and rushes to hug you as you stand.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the hospital?” Tim demands as he joins you.

“Uh, no?” you guess.

“It’s not your fight anymore. You’re dead, remember?”

“Tim-“

“No, you’re going home. You just got out of the hospital.”

“It was just a flesh wound. Lots of blood, a couple of stitches, but no long-term damage. Besides, when’s the last time you got to watch a ghost slap the cuffs on her killer?”

“Look around Tim,” Lucy encourages.

He already know where he is: the sight of his first arrest with you as his TO, it’s a day he’ll never forget. Tim groans before he waves his hand toward the shop. Lucy cheers and offers you her seat. It’s strange being in the passenger seat with Tim again; last time you were here, he was in long sleeves and fresh out of the Army. He was a great rookie, and he’s a great TO, but you want him to be more.

“Tim!” you alert just as Tim slows to a stop.

“I see him,” he agrees.

“Was that too easy?” Lucy asks.

“Well, it’s not over yet,” Tim responds.

“We can do it,” you tell Tim. “You go left, I go right, Lucy splits the middle.”

“This is the coolest thing I’ve ever done,” Lucy whispers from the backseat.

“Alright,” Tim agrees. “Lucy, you do whatever you have to do to get the one in the middle down, okay?”

“3… 2… 1…” you and Tim count down together.

You exit the shop silently and leave the doors open. As Tim goes wide to take down the suspect on the left, you move toward the man who shot you. You, Lucy, and Tim strike at the same time and push the suspects down onto the sidewalk. The man beneath you attempts to elbow you in the face, but you shove his head down against the concrete and warn him against moving.

When you cuff him and pull him up to his knees, the man gets a good luck at your face. His expression changes and he leans away like you’re truly a ghost. He tries to move back, but only tips and rolls into the street.

“Leave him,” Tim says as he reaches for his radio. “Grey, this is Bradford, Chen, and our missing Metro officer. We’ve got good news and three suspects in custody. Send backup to my location.”

“No R/A?” you ask. “Because you seemed really eager to send me back to the hospital earlier.”

“You seem fine,” Tim explains with a shrug.

“Tim,” you call as you exit Wade’s office.

He’s changed into his civvies and is preparing to leave for the night. You can’t let him, though, because there is no more time.

“Can you- do you wanna come over for a bit?” you ask.

The left side of Tim’s lips move up as he nods, and you accept his hand as he leads you to his truck. Tim drives to your home in relative silence, and you use the time to find the right words to say. Once you’re inside, you sit on the couch beside Tim and decide to tell him everything. You’ve let him into your life and your house, now you just have to let him in on how you feel.

“You said you loved me in the shop today,” you say. “But I have been falling for you since the moment you walked into roll call your first day. You’ve always been more than my rookie and I can’t live another day without you in my life, Tim. I want you. Nightmares, embarrassing memories between us, fake rook books, all of it. I need you, Tim.”

Tim leans closer with his arm stretched on the back of the couch behind your shoulders. “This is better than 1001.66,” he murmurs.

“Did you just compare my confession of being in love with you to a penal code about bad checks? Because that is-“

Your words end in a hum as Tim curls his arm around your shoulders and kisses you. He tugs you closer, and you hold his face between your hands as you show him that your words are more than that. Tim has had a crush on you since he started patrolling with you, but now he knows that he loves you and needs you beside him. You push him, and he pushes you, but you do it because you know what you’re capable of.

Tim’s phone rings, but he ignores it as he pulls you closer, so your legs are bracketing his. He leans up to continue kissing you as his phone begins ringing again. You press your hands against his chest and break away to retrieve his phone. He follows your movement and peppers kisses along your jaw, completely uninterested in answering his phone.

You see the name on the caller ID and answer, “Hi, Lucy.”

“Hey!” she replies. “I wanted to ask how you’re doing. And if Tim’s alright after everything that happened.”

“We’re both fine,” you promise breathlessly.

“Wait-“

You assume that Lucy realizes that you answered Tim’s phone, which means you’re still together. She squeals into the phone, and you pull it away from your ear and smile.

“Oh, I have to tell Angela!” she yells.

Tim rolls his eyes and keeps one hand around your waist as he pulls his phone away from you. “Bye,” he says quickly before ending the call.

“Hanging up on your rookie isn’t nice,” you say.

“Like you wouldn’t have hung up on me.”

“You were scared to call because you had a crush on me.”

“Still do.”

“What? Tim-“

Tim cuts you off with another kiss; it’s his answer and a reminder of how he feels. You remember the rook book that was in his truck, but now that you’re a permanent fixture in Tim’s life, you can make sure he reads it.

#tim bradford x reader #hanna writes✯#tim bradford fic #tim bradford imagine #tim bradford #tim bradford the rookie #tim bradford x y/n #tim bradford x you #the rookie abc #fem!reader

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tavyliasin · 5 months

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Villain-Fucker Angst Hours

Good timezone, darlings~ Are you ready to get all up in your feelings? No? Me neither, loves, but here we are regardless so the words are going to flow as they usually do... This is focused on Raphael from Baldur's Gate 3 and his fandom, but the latter section can easily apply to any villain fandom.

Self-Analysis of Devil-Fuckery, Or Why Do I Adore Raphael When He Is Very Obviously Evil: A Short Essay by TavyliaSin (Who Still Cannot Name Anything With Less Than A Full Paragraph) ((NSFW)) (((Game Spoilers)))

The following may discuss heavier topics, but without specifics, so whilst it should be safe for most to read without triggering any difficult memories please be aware of Raphael's entire vibes, the content and context of his story, and I'd also like to mention that this isn't a "woe be us for we are terrible people" piece, it's actually more about:

"There is an inherent kindness and warmth to much of the Raphael fandom, and I think there could be some common threads behind that, pulling us all in closer in a comforting blanket that we wrap around each other to keep out the cold of the world."

So, what in the nine hells am I on about? Well. Raphael-fandom is a wild and wonderful place to be. The rest is in sections, so feel free to skip through to what you feel is relevant to your interests. I am so prone to waffle I should open a restaurant~

Who Are Fans Of Raphael? What Do They Want?

We are feral, unhinged, all sheets to the wind "I want that devil man, carnally, and there is no force in all the planes that could stop me". There's the vanilla to the extreme and every level in between, tops, bottoms, versatiles, Doms, subs, and switches - there are a whole lot of people who would love to get their hands on either (or both) of Raphael's forms, for a simple smooch or something far more spicy~ [edited in] To add on to this, not all of us even desire him in a sexual way, for many it is romantic, soft, or even just the rather pleasant thought of spending an evening with drinks by the hellfire because he would be fascinating company. Aces, Aros, and AroAces may all find themselves well within the devilish corners of fandom too~ which is a whole other essay~ [end edit] So, I see you. I'm one of you. Extremely loud and utterly hingeless in my fan appreciation for Raphael. He's one of my favourites to write about, I seek art of him, and the same goes for his mirrored other half, Haarlep, who I arguably love more despite there being far less content of them in the game.

And the Fandom? The Vibe?

From my experience in the Raphael Fandom areas, we have a very deep and abiding understanding of consent, respect, and treating each other with an absolute and uncompromising kindness. We've had talks about keeping each other safe in fandom, exchanged details of people we have encountered who need to be avoided, even shared details between moderators of different fandom servers to pre-ban people proven to be creeps and/or art thieves. We've also discussed consent, including the issues with it in the game, and how areas of the story can only really be considered dubious at best and could easily be triggering for people. And these discussions have been open, honest, fair, and with the acknowledgement that most of us love these scenes anyway. So there's a sense of care that runs through everything, behind the horny-posting and fan content, behind the endless thirsting after our favourite fictional characters. We have a depth of kindness that warms my sinners soul every time I see it.

What Does This Have To Do With Self-Reflection, Raphael, or Villainy In General?

Well let's look at Raphael. He's a villain, obviously. He's manipulative, devious, and inherently evil by his very nature. He keeps Hope chained in his basement, constantly subjected to endless torture. There's also mention of how Gortash was sold into his service at a young age, clearly not an enjoyable experience given the other details and how things turn out (particularly as Raphael would need Gortash's own plans to fail entirely in order for him to succeed in his own and get that crown). And as fans, we accept that. We don't sit making excuses, or trying to say "well actually Gortash is a little shit and Hope probably deserve it", and we don't shy away from or conveniently ignore those darker sides of him with malicious intent to enable more evil to flourish. What I noticed, when I allowed the thoughts to continue, is that there is a theme here.

If Evil Can Be Loved Then So Can I

That's the core. Of course, darlings, I am not claiming to be a heinous monster. I certainly do not have a laundry list of crimes that would make the devil himself say "Uh, that's a bit much." But I sure as fuck treat myself like I do sometimes. You see, I think a lot of us have that tendency, to judge ourselves far more harshly than anyone else. Our patience, understanding, and forgiveness for others runs deeper than the Mariana Trench, but when it comes to our own flaws? One minor mistake and we think ourselves to be the worst beings ever to disgrace the earth. Thus, the villainy we see reflects how we are treating ourselves. So by loving and accepting all of those things that should be terrible, hated, we are actually learning that no matter how poorly we think of ourselves that we can be worthy of that same love and acceptance. We are extending the affection we are unable to show ourselves to someone we see the worst parts of ourselves amplified within. And that's why villains attract the people with the most kindness. The most forgiveness. Because it takes someone with a truly huge amount of empathy to find love for the embodiment of evil.

Or, IDK, maybe villains are just hot and we're too far down to care.

But wait, before you go!

THERE'S SOMETHING WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT.

All of this is about FICTION. We should never be accepting of the kinds of evil we see in the game irl. We do not owe anyone kindness if they do not show it to us.

What is hot in fiction is not always OK IRL.

Look after yourselves out there, remember that consent is key in all things, and please do try to learn to love yourselves, darlings, you are worthy of it and you should judge yourself by the same standard you judge others. If you are in doubt, if you are worried, if you feel afraid - reach out, talk to someone. There are many who will listen.

Treat yourself as you would treat a friend. You deserve that much.

Oh, and all Raphael fans who understand kindness are welcome around me, any hour of the day, I adore our little fandom circles and would gladly collect all of us together. I'm following a lot of you as soon as I find you, like hunting shiny pokemon~

See you in Avernus, my darling Little Mice, may we all find joy in the Cambion's Embrace~

#baldurs gate 3 #raphael #bg3 raphael #villain fucker #personal reflection #analysis of the inner mind by a complete amateur #listen the thoughts get loud then I write them down darlings it happens all the time #love yourself please #you are worth more than you give yourself credit for #and keep loving those villains! it's good for you!#be kind to yourself #and be kind in the community #did this even make sense? well it's there now so tough #DMS are open for fellow fans with excellent taste~

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nicoline1998enilocin · 4 months

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A bun in the oven | Part 1

PAIRING | Baker!Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Employee!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.8K

SUMMARY | The relationship between you and Tony has been going steady for a while, and Tony is ready to take the next step in your relationship as he asks you to move in with him and his cat, Oliver. When you find out you're pregnant not long after the move, your relationship takes an unexpected turn, but you and Tony are set on giving your little baby the best life you possibly can.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, unspecified age gap, use of nickname (Peach, Detka, Bambi, Baby Girl, Cupcake), parts of Reader's body are described (thighs, stretchmarks, belly), unplanned pregnancy, references to morning sickness.

SMUT | Daddy kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, dirty talk, teasing, begging, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation.

A/N | All I have to say is... wow. I didn't plan for this fic to become this long, but I'm very happy with how it turned out! I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for all the help during this fic, from helping me when I was stuck during the writing to supporting me through it all; it all means more than you'll ever know. Thank you so much for proofreading this; your reactions made my experience unforgettable! Eu te amo 💜

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Part 2

Today is a long and busy day in the bakery for you, especially since Tony isn't there to run things like he usually does. Every Wednesday is his one day off; this time, it is an absolute rush of people the entire day. Your colleague, Alex, had to be called in as well, and you're delighted when the door finally closes; the bakery case is pretty much empty aside from a few cookies and a few stray pieces of pie.

''Why don't you go home? I'm sure the boss will be happy to see you,'' your colleague and good friend, Wanda, tells you with a wink. Since you and Tony started seeing each other, you have been practically inseparable, and you can't wait to see him and little Oliver again.

''Are you sure you don't need my help-'' you try, but she cuts you off.

''Go home, Detka. You've been here since 6 AM; you deserve to let yourself be taken care of at home,'' she says with a knowing look, and with a sigh, you nod, taking off your apron to go home. The drive is surprisingly fast, and before you know it, you're ringing the bell at Tony's house as he asked you to come over tonight.

The door swings open, and Tony greets you in a casual yet sexy outfit, lightly messed-up curls, and Oliver in his arms. A broad smile adorns his face as he takes in your outfit, which is comfortable yet perfect for the chilly weather outside. Tony is the first to lean in for a kiss, and as soon as your lips meet his, every last thought in your head seems to disappear, and all you can think about is that you're home again with your two favorite boys.

''How's my girl doing today?'' Tony asks as you step in, giving Oliver some scratches as well.

''I'm tired. We had a long and busy day, but I'm happy to be home again with my two favorite guys,'' you say before giving a peck on his lips, needing to stand on your toes to reach him since he's quite a bit taller than you are. After a few last scratches behind Oliver's ears, you venture into Tony's house and see how you need a bath to relax your aching muscles on your way to the bathroom.

''I'm going to take a bath, is that okay? My legs are sore beyond belief, and I could use some relaxation,'' you ask Tony, who confirms you can.

''I'll run it for you, Peach. You can just get undressed, and I'll do the rest,'' he tells you before heading to the bathroom. You trail behind him with your Kindle, but he walks faster than you. When you reach the bathroom, the bath is already half full, and there are many bubbles in your favorite scent, Peach.

You quickly undress yourself as you're facing away from the bathroom, failing to notice Tony walking your way as you're going to unhook your bra.

''Please, let me do it, Peach. I missed you so much today,'' he whispers against your ear, and you can feel your nipples pebble at his words combined with the cool temperature in the bedroom. His fingers unhook the lacy garment without a single problem, letting it fall to the floor and exposing your now hard nipples.

His long fingers get a gentle hold of both of them, stimulating them lightly but enough to have you clenching around nothing and moaning his name softly. Your hips involuntarily buck against his crotch, and you can feel him getting harder in his pants, too, knowing he enjoys this just as much as you - if not more.

''D-Daddy,'' you say in a breathy moan, his hands now cupping your entire breasts, massaging them softly, your hands holding onto his arms as he does so. Not long after, he lets them go to hook his fingers behind the hem of your panties, tugging them down in a smooth motion as he crouches behind you, allowing you to step out of them.

''Turn around for me, Peach,'' he asks in a low voice, and you do without hesitation. His lips place soft kisses on your thighs, whispering sweet words to you, his hands gliding from your calves up to your thighs and butt, where they rest for a moment to massage it as well.

''You're perfect in my eyes, Peach, all these curves adorning your body have me falling in love with you every single day,'' he says as his kisses trail up, placing one on your mound, too, right above your pussy. A wave of arousal flows through you as his lips make contact with your sensitive flesh, leaving you to clench around nothing and wish he was eating you out like a starved man.

''Those heavenly, thick thighs I want to be buried between every day, these beautiful stretch marks adorning your legs and belly, your amazing hips that I can never give enough love, and this perfect, soft, poochy belly that makes you softer than the softest teddy bear,'' he says, placing kisses everywhere before finally getting up, his hands staying on your waist.

''I'm so lucky to call you my girl, Peach, and because of that, I want to discuss something with you over dinner,'' he says before capturing your lips again, your fingers digging into his biceps as he takes your breath away. As he pulls away, a small smile dances on your lips, your eyes closed just a few seconds longer to keep the moment's magic alive.

''I love you, Tony, and I want to thank you for everything,'' you say with a shy smile, met with a broad one adorning his face.

''Oh, my beautiful, delicious Peach, you deserve nothing but the best, and I promise to give you nothing short of that every day. I love you so much, and I should thank you for everything you do for me. You truly make every day brighter with your existence, and I can't wait to spend every day together with you,'' he says, stealing one last, deep kiss before guiding you to the bath.

With one playful smack on your butt, he helps you into the bath, and you let the warm water engulf you as Tony crouches next to the tub so he's at eye level with you.

''You can take as long as you need, alright? I'll get started on dinner for us, and Oliver and I will be waiting for you when you're done,'' he tells you, stroking a piece of your hair behind your ear as he looks at you with nothing but love and adoration. With one last kiss on your forehead, he gets up, lighting a candle on his way out before letting you relax in the hot water, and you open your Kindle, ready to finally finish the book you've been reading.

As you let your muscles relax, you subconsciously let one of your hands rest on your belly. Over the last few months, you and Tony have been talking a little more about the possibility of having children, and even though neither of you is actively trying, you wouldn't say no to getting pregnant sooner than later. Little did you know that Tony couldn't stop thinking about you getting pregnant.

As he's preparing dinner for the two of you tonight, his mind constantly wanders about what it would be like to have a little one. Everything seems to pass the revue from how he would care for you when you're pregnant to how you two would raise them. As he thinks about potential baby names, he suddenly hears your footsteps on the hardwood floor as you walk into the kitchen.

''How was-'' is all he can say before he turns around, his jaw practically on the floor at the sight before him. You're dressed in one of his dress shirts, which is about three sizes too big for you, and from what he can tell, you're wearing little underneath. He can't ignore the way he can feel himself stir in his jeans as he looks you up and down, smirking back at him with an innocent look on your face.

''What's wrong, Daddy? Is there something on my face?'' you ask with a mischievous, semi-innocent tone in your voice that has Tony going crazy for you already. It doesn't take long for him to have you onto the counter, two of his fingers working you through your orgasm, leaving bruises on your neck from the small love bites.

''This was your goal, wasn't it? Driving Daddy so crazy he just had to give you what you so badly wanted?'' he asks you, but you're too far gone even to register what he's asking you. All you know is how the pleasure is taking over your entire brain, and white edges appear in your field of vision as the pleasure is becoming too much, and you squeeze his biceps hard as you cum, your arousal squirting all over your boyfriend's arm and the kitchen floor.

With a satisfied smile, he works you carefully through the rest of your orgasm, giving gentle kisses along the column of your throat, his free hand rubbing your thigh soothingly. A slight whine escapes your lips as he pulls out his strong, thick fingers before holding them out for you, allowing you to lick them clean for him. With a content smile, you lick them clean, listening to Tony whispering sweet words to you.

''I can't wait to start our family, Peach; I bet you'll look even more beautiful when your belly gets nice and round. Our baby will be growing to be a healthy and strong person. God, I hope they'll look just like you, Peach,'' Tony tells you, sealing his words with a gentle kiss on your cheek before he helps you back on the ground, your legs still unsteady under your body.

''Careful there, Bambi! How about this: you go and sit on the couch with our little devil, and I finish dinner while you watch some TV,'' he offers, and you nod in response, finally trusting your legs not to give out from under you.

''I love you, Tony; I'm the luckiest woman on earth,'' your hands grab his cheeks before you pull him down, kissing his lips softly before turning around and settling on the couch. Oliver finds his spot on your lap soon after, but this time, he is adamant about lying his head on your belly as if trying to protect it. You don't think anything of it right now; instead, you give him the scratches he desires while watching TV, just like Tony said.

Thirty minutes later, your dinner is ready, and Tony has set the dining room table already. A few candles light the room in a dim, romantic light, your favorite music plays in the background, and the food looks as delicious as ever. How you got so lucky to have a man who is both a master at baking and cooking is beyond you, but you're not one to complain about it for even a second.

As soon as you're seated and ready to eat, Tony cuts right to the point, impatience taking over as he tries not to wobble his leg up and down the entire time. There's a bit of a lump in his throat as he thinks about how to approach this topic, but eventually, he decides to rip off the bandaid and ask you straight up what he thinks.

''Peach, do you remember when I said I wanted to discuss something over dinner with you?'' he starts, and you nod as you grab some salad.

''I want to discuss you moving in with me - with us. That way, you're closer to the bakery; you and I can spend even more time together that way. And I'm sure Oliver wouldn't object to you moving in, either,'' he says softly as his deep, dark brown eyes look into yours in anticipation of your answer.

''I-I'd love to, but the lease of my apartment isn't up yet for another seven months,'' you tell him, brows knitted as you think about the considerable fine you'll have to pay to end the contract earlier.

''You don't have to worry about that, Peach. I-'' he starts as he thinks about how to bring up his next point. ''- I already paid the fine to get out of your contract, so all you have to do is get your stuff before the end of the month, and you're all set to go.''

Your eyes widen at his confession, and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild at his confession. A broad smile works its way onto your lips, and you quickly get up before straddling Tony's lap as you pepper his face with a bunch of kisses.

''Thank you *kiss* thank you *kiss* thank you!'' you told him, and from that moment on, you were slowly either moving stuff into Tony's house or selling stuff that you didn't need anymore. Before the end of the month, you're officially moved into Tony's house, living with the man you love more than anything in the world.

It's been nearly three months since you officially moved in with Tony, and this morning, you got a chance to sleep in as you're having a day off. You're wrapped in Tony's arms as you're lying on top of him, exchanging slow kisses with a hint of tongue here and there, teasing one another a bit. These mornings are an absolute godsend for you both; you always like to make the most of them.

Tony's hands are roaming over your body, slowly gliding over your waist and hips until they find their place on your butt, squeezing suddenly to get a little yelp out of you, making him chuckle.

''What's going on, Peach?'' he says with a mischievous look, and you can't help but giggle at the sight. His usually dark brown eyes have darkened, and there's a hint of lust in them before he leans forward, catching your lips in a slightly possessive kiss, making your head spin from the intensity of it.

"Tony, please!'' you say against his lips, and before you know it, you're lying on your back, and he's lining his cock up with your entrance, ready to push in until he's buried completely. He stills as he looks up, his tip brushing over your entrance as he moves, making you squirm a little at the feeling.

''That's not what I want you to call me, Peach; I believe you know better than that,'' Tony says with a raised eyebrow, and you look up at him with a bashful look, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at what he's asking of you exactly.

"I'm sorry, Daddy,'' you tell him almost in a whisper, but it's good enough as he leans in to capture your lips with his, teasing you at the same time as he strokes his length, letting the head push against your entrance, but it's not enough to slide in, driving you crazy. All you want is to feel him inside you, every ridge, vein, and throb inside your pussy as he makes love to you, makes you fall apart on his cock.

''Please, Daddy, don't tease me,'' you whine softly, the teasing almost being too much as your hand slips down, but he lets go of himself to pin your hand above your head, making your breath hitch at the quick assertion of dominance, your arousal only making you wetter for him.

''But you're so beautiful when you beg for me, Peach. I can listen to it all day,'' he whispers into your ear before softly nipping your earlobe with his teeth, his hips thrusting forward as his cock glides through your folds, making you moan as it rubs over your sensitive clit.

''That's it, Baby Girl, want you to fucking moan and beg for Daddy,'' he says in a growl, the hand that was holding your wrist going back to his length, lining it up once again.

''Daddy, please fuck-'' is all you can say before he slides into the hilt, a long, broken moan tumbling from your lips. He lets you adjust to him before setting a slow, leisurely pace, wanting to take his time to have you fall apart for him. He revels in every moan and whimper falling from your lips, his eyes trained on yours to make sure there isn't any discomfort on your part.

''So big, Daddy, 's so big inside me,'' you breathe out as he pulls out before sliding it back in at an almost teasing pace, stretching out your pussy with every inch that he slides back into the warmth of you. He groans lightly when you wrap your legs around his waist, sucking him deeper into you.

''God, I love being inside you, Peach; I want to fuck you bare every single day until you're pregnant with my babies. Seeing those delicious boobs growing as they're filling with your milk, drinking from them until they're better, and your amazing belly growing round with our baby,'' he grunts against your neck between kisses and nips, which he soothes with his tongue.

''Will fuck you every single day until my cum drips out of this tight pussy, stuffed so fucking full with it that it drips out of you, and I'll stuff every last bit of it back until you're round for me, Peach, is that what you want? Do you want to carry Daddy's babies? Being a beautiful, pregnant wife for Daddy?'' he says as he picks up the pace, and your fingernails are making red lines on his back from the pleasure as you're trying to ground yourself.

''Fuck, yes, Daddy! Want all your babies!'' you exclaim as his cock hits your sweet spot just right, having you dangerously close to the edge without actually tipping you over. You can feel the pleasure building, but you also know you need just one more thing, and you're not afraid of begging for it, knowing how much he likes it.

''D-Daddy, fingers please,'' you croak out; the pleasure of his thrusts has you nearly unable to speak a coherent sentence, but the look of delight on your face tells him you're very much enjoying yourself.

''Where do you want them, Peach? Do you want Daddy to play with your perfect, sensitive, perky nipples?'' he asks as he pulls on one of them playfully, a loud whine escaping your lips at the feeling.

''M-my clit, Daddy, need them on my clit,'' you say with half-lidded eyes. A broad smile is dancing on Tony's lips as he picks up the pace as his thumb presses onto your clit, making the orgasm wash over you with a force you've rarely felt before, squirting all over Tony and the bed with a loud moan, your back arching into him as he praises you endlessly.

''Fuck! Doing so good for me, Peach, cum for Daddy!'' he says, and not long after, he cums too, his seed squirting onto your walls, the warmth filling you up as your hands scratch his back, a deep growl escaping his chest as you're both panting, riding out your orgasms. Tony carefully pulls out before crawling down your body, scooping up the cum that's dripping out and stuffing it back into your sensitive pussy, whines escaping your lips from the oversensitivity.

''Daddy, 's too much!'' you say as you try to close your thighs, but his broad shoulders prevent that from happening as he shushes you. Tears are flowing down your cheeks as the overstimulation gets too much, and you jerk your body away from him, and that's when he stops.

''You're okay, Peach, I'm here,'' he whispers against your scalp as he places himself next to you, and you crawl into his hold, softly sniffling as you let the emotions run their course. Tony's whispering sweet words to you as you come down from it, letting his warmth envelop you entirely under the comforter until it's time to get up and shower.

''Do you want to go and take a shower with me, Peach?'' he asks, and you nod. He steps out of bed and guides you carefully to the shower, where you let the hot water run over your body as Tony gives you endless kisses while washing every inch of your body.

''So perfect for me, Peach, 'm the luckiest man on earth to have such a beautiful wife,'' he says, and you turn around with wide eyes, a knowing look on your face. Your heart skips a beat at the word, but at the same time, the butterflies in your stomach go wild, too, and now it's all you can think about—becoming the future Mrs. Tony Stark.

''You like the sound of that? My wife?'' he asks with a broad smile, and you nod before standing on your toes, placing a soft peck on his lips.

''I do,'' you say with a wink, and then you finish the rest of your shower before heading out, ready to make breakfast for you and Tony and feed little Oliver. With a towel wrapped around your hair and body, you walk out of the shower, only to find Oliver, who has made his way into the bedroom and is now biting something previously in Tony's bedside drawer.

''What are you-'' you say as you walk over to Oliver, whose head snaps to you, his big eyes showing his guilt as he knows he got caught. When you see what he was trying to use as a chew toy, you can't help but let a deep laugh escape before grabbing it and heading to Tony.

''You'll never guess what Oliver did when I walked in,'' you tell Tony, who looks at you with one eye closed as he just got shampoo in it.

''I believe he wants a little brother or sister because I caught him trying to destroy the condoms in your bedside drawer!'' you tell Tony, who can't help but shake his head with a chuckle. Little did either of you know that Oliver's wish had already come true, though you don't know it yet.

You've been sick the past week, and Tony has taken excellent care of you. From showering you when you were too weak to stand on your feet and clean yourself to giving you food and fluids, he has done everything in his power to make you feel better, but in all honesty, it has only gotten worse.

During the entire week, Oliver has never left your side, permanently curled up by your side, on your legs, or with his head protectively on your belly. Right now, you're lying on the bed, a few pillows under your head, Oliver on your lap with his paw on your stomach to protect you, and a thought wiggles into your head.

A while ago, you read something about cats that can sense when a woman is pregnant, and ever since you remembered that moment, you couldn't shake the idea. Oliver is lying with his head on your belly right now, and you're scratching him behind his ears when you decide to call Wanda, as she's supposed to come over with some groceries later that can't wait until Tony's home late tonight.

''Hi, Detka. Is everything okay?'' Wanda says as she picks up the phone after the second ring. Worry is laced in her voice, though you're quick to reassure her.

''Everything's okay apart from me being sick, of course,'' you say with a sigh as you're trying to prevent another wave of nausea, which works this time. Oliver switches positions and is cuddling even closer now, which makes you melt at the sight, and that's when you remember you're still on the phone.

''I- uhm… I have a favor to ask?'' you say in a high-pitched voice.

''Could you- uhm- Will you maybe get me a pregnancy test?'' you mumble, and you're not sure if she heard you, but she did.

''Really? I mean, of course, anything you need, but do you think your being sick might be morning sickness?'' she asks, and you hum in response, your hand lying on your belly as you think of the possibility of a tiny human growing inside you. The baby who will be the perfect combination of you and Tony. It's something you've dreamt about for a while, and now your biggest dream - becoming a mom - might come true.

''I'm about 50% sure. Oliver has been more clingy lately, and I read online that they can sense pregnancies, so I think it might be worth doing a test,'' you tell her honestly, and she agrees to buy a test for you so that you can ease your mind.

''You're the best, Wanda,'' you say before hanging up, and when you do, another wave of nausea hits, and you grab the trashcan just in time. Your morning sickness is the worst when you wake up, but it tends to linger throughout the afternoon, too, which isn't exactly fun either.

Not long after, Wanda has the groceries you requested and a pregnancy test. Oliver is happy to see her, and after a few scratches behind his ears, both of them are settled on your bed, where you can find the most comfortable position right now.

''Thank you for getting the test; I wasn't sure how else I would get one since I can't leave the house in this state,'' you sigh as you play with the box in your hands. Nerves are starting to take over now that you're getting ready to take it, and even though you're 99% sure what the outcome will be, it's still scary.

''It's okay, that's what friends are for! How late are you, if I may ask?'' she asks you, and you look at her with a nervous look on your face. The reality is settling in about how long ago it may have been, and you realize the signs have been quite noticeable. From the morning sickness to the increasing bra size and the fact that you're eating more, it all points towards pregnancy.

''If I had to make a guess, I'd say I'm about 6 or 7 weeks pregnant,'' you tell her, a small smile darting on your lips as you think about the little human inside you. You look at the box before getting ready to take it.

''Will you stay with me? When I take the test?'' you ask her.

''Like you even need to ask! Now take the test; I'm curious if I will be an auntie in 7 months!'' Wanda says excitedly, and you can't help but laugh as her enthusiasm works its way into your mood as well. A few minutes later, the test is taken, and you're waiting for the result.

''Are you hoping for a positive?'' Wanda asks as she holds your hand, and you squeeze it as you think about the answer. Of course, you're hoping for it, but deep down inside, you can also feel a little guilt, as this would mean you would have to give up a part of your dream to work in a bakery, which is your passion.

''I feel like 95% of me is hoping for a positive test, seeing how I've always wanted to be a Mom, and I know Tony wants to become a Dad as well. But there is also this five percent of me hoping for a negative, knowing that if it isn't, I will have to give up my dream of becoming a baker. I know it's not true, but deep down, it's a thought I can't seem to shake,'' you tell her, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

''I feel so… selfish to admit it out loud,'' you say as you wipe the tears with the back of your hand, and Wanda pulls you into a side hug, her arm wrapping around your shoulders as you lay your head on her shoulder, letting her comfort you right now.

''It's not selfish to think that way, Detka; getting a child will change your life no matter what, but I think you and Tony will get through this without a single problem,'' she tells you reassuringly, and just when you're about to answer her, your alarm goes off. You pick up the test, and an excited squeal leaves your mouth, seeing it's positive. You're pregnant with the baby of the love of your life, and your dream is coming true.

''Oh my god, I'm so happy for you, Detka! I'm so happy you're going to be a Mom!'' she says as she pulls you into a hug, and now you can let happy tears flow over your cheeks, clamping the test tightly to your chest as you let the emotions run their course. From that moment on, your hands are constantly on your belly, and all you can think about is how Tony's going to react.

Not too long ago, you ordered a cute bandana for Oliver to wear when this day arrives, and you're glad you had the foresight to order it already. Now, you're settled on the couch, and Oliver is wearing the dark blue piece of fabric, happily purring in your lap as you watch some tv to distract yourself from the fact that Tony can come home at any moment now.

''Peach, I'm home!'' Tony says as he walks through the door, and you get up to greet him, carrying Oliver as well. You're excited to see him, but you're also nervous to tell him what's going on.

''How're you feeling, Baby Girl?'' he asks, feeling your forehead for a potential fever. His hand rests on your cheek, rubbing your cheek lovingly with his thumb.

''Good, how was your day?'' you say, and before he can answer, he suddenly notices the bandana Oliver's wearing, and his eyes grow wide as the words sink in.

''Is this- Are you- Is is true? Are you pregnant?'' Tony asks, and you nod as you take the test out of the pocket of the hoodie you're wearing, showing him that you're most definitely pregnant with his baby.

''Oh my god, I'm going to be a Dad! I can't believe it, there's a little baby growing in this belly of yours,'' he says before capturing your lips with his, and not long after the kiss turns salty as Tony's tears escape, so you pull back from it, wiping them away with the back of your hand.

''I'm going to be a Daddy,'' he whispers to your belly as he crouches down, lifting your hoodie to place a few soft kisses on it, whispering sweet things to the little embryo. His emotions are overwhelming as the tears keep flowing, yet he's very happy at the same time. The day he's dreamt of for almost 2 decades is here, and he's happy to share it with you.

A week later, you have your first ultrasound planned, and you're just stepping out of the shower with Tony. This morning is rough, and you even contemplate rescheduling the appointment.

''Are you sure we have to go today? I want to lay in bed,'' you try to convince Tony with a slight pout, which he swiftly kisses away.

''I'm sure we have to go, Peach. I know you want to stay in bed, but we'll see our little Cupcake for the first time today! If you want to stay home, we, of course, can, but I think it's important we go if you're feeling good enough, my juicy Peach,'' he tells you, and with a soft groan, you let your head fall against his chest. Tony and his reasonable thinking have you feeling some way, though you know he's right.

''Alright, but only if I can go in a comfy outfit; I don't feel like wearing jeans or a bra today,'' you tell him. A smirk appears as he leans in to whisper the following words in your ear.

''You will never hear me complain about you not wearing a bra or panties, Peach. You know that's how I want you always to walk around.'' Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, and you turn your head to capture his lips with yours, giving him a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless.

''God, I love you so much,'' you tell Tony before turning around and putting on a comfortable outfit, ready to go to your appointment. Armed with your water bottle and some medicine against the worst of the morning sickness, you go to the car, and 20 minutes later, you're at the hospital, ready for your appointment.

During your time in the waiting room, you get increasingly nervous, and Tony can tell by the way you're fiddling with your hands that something's going on. He grabs one of them and squeezes reassuringly before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

You're called in a few minutes later, and it's finally time to see your baby for the first time. The nurse explains everything, and before you know it, you can not only see your baby for the very first time, but you can also hear a rapid heartbeat that has both you and Tony tearing up. Your baby is healthy and growing at a rapid rate.

''Congratulations, you two, your baby is happy and healthy there! You're about eight weeks along now, meaning your due date will be around February 14th,'' she tells you, and you look at Tony with pure adoration in your eyes. You'll possibly have your love child on the day of love, making it perfect.

''Thank you so much,'' you tell the nurse, and when you're finally home, you're cuddled up on your bed, just like you wanted before you left the house. You're sitting on Tony's lap with your back against his chest, your legs stretched out over his, and Oliver is lying on your lap, his head cuddled up against your belly.

''What do you think about becoming a big brother, Oliver? Are you as excited as your Daddy and me?'' you ask him, and Tony places his head on your shoulder to see his little boy's response. Oliver bumps his head carefully against your belly, and you can feel yourself melting into Tony's hold, his hands splayed out on your stomach.

''Meow!'' Oliver responds. You have never felt so loved as you do now. Your boyfriend is by your side, your cat is on your lap, and a baby is in your belly. The rest of your life is officially about to start, and you can't wait.

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jessybarnes · 10 months

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Take Away My Heartache

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Rating: 18+ Only!

Tags: SEASON 15 EPISODE 3 SPOILERS, Destiel, Arguments, Angst, Language, Drinking, M/M sex, Anal Fingering, Prostate stimulation, Anal Sex, Begging, Finger sucking, Unprotected sex, Implied self-blame, Dean is slightly OOC in this, and I think that's it.

Word Count: Over 3k

Beta: T. Thompson

A/N: This is a repost from my old Tumblr account. I hope you all enjoy it. :)

Reblogging Divider Created By: @cafekitsune

Supernatural Divider Created By: @firefly-graphics

Yeah, why does that something always seem to be you?

The sting of Dean’s words cut through Castiel’s heart like a knife as the sound of the Bunker door shutting behind him echoed in the distance. Truth be told, he’d give anything to run right back into his hunter’s arms and forget the argument ever happened.

His hunter.

Those two little words used to bring him nothing but joy, something an Angel of the Lord rarely felt. Now…Now, it only brought tears to his eyes because clearly, Dean wasn’t his. Not anymore.

The dry leaves crunched beneath Cas’ shoes as he walked. The cool autumn air nipping at the skin exposed at his neck made him shiver. Not only were he and Dean over, but he’d lost Jack too. Never in his entire existence had he felt so alone.

Jack, his son, for all intents and purposes, was dead. Even though there wasn’t anything he could have done to stop it at the time, he still blamed himself. He’d made a promise to Kelly. He swore to her he’d keep her son safe and he couldn’t even do that.

Hell, maybe Dean was right. Maybe he should have just stuck to the plan. They would have found a way to stop Belphegor. They’d saved the world before. This wasn’t their first go-around. Instead, he let his emotions get the better of him and killed the lying sack of shit while he had the chance. He’d figured Dean would have been proud of him, cheer at his braveness. Not once did he think Dean would dismiss him like their ten-year-long relationship meant nothing.

Cas found himself in an all too familiar place. The barn where it all began. The very place he first stood face to face with Dean. It still looked the same. The various black warding sigils and chipped white paint were still there and immediately brought back every memory he shared with the elder Winchester. Finally, he let himself feel the emotions he’d been holding back. A choked sob left his lips as he sank down onto the cold, hard ground.

The sound of glass shattering made Sam’s ears perk up. He hurried into the Library armed and ready only to find Dean hunched over the table. His hands splayed out on the dark wooden surface, the remnants of broken glass joined his beer in a wet puddle on the floor. Slowly, he lowered his gun and walked cautiously toward him.

“Dean? Hey, what’s going on? Where’s Cas?”

Dean didn’t look at him, his breathing heavy as his shoulders started to shake. Now, this was a sight. Sam couldn’t remember the last time he saw his brother cry this hard.

“Hey, whoa… Dean? C’mon man, talk to me.”

Dean shook his head, his tears falling against the table’s veneer. “He’s gone, Sammy…”

Sam didn’t miss how broken his brother sounded. He wasn’t naive to the fact that Cas was intimate with Dean. You’d have to be blind not to know how they felt for one another. Sighing, he set his gun on the table and moved so he could see his brother’s face.

“Dean, you have to calm down. I’m sure he’s coming ba-”

The sound of the chair being kicked over made Sam jump, his brother’s tear-filled eyes boring into his own.

“WHAT DON’T YOU GET, SAM?! CAS. IS. GONE. NEVER COMING BACK! END OF STORY!”

Dean’s chest heaved as he fished the keys to the Impala out of his pocket. It wasn’t until his footfalls echoed down the hallway that Sam reacted. His long legs walked quickly after him.

“Dean! Wait, Dean, you can’t just leave while you’re upset like this!”

Dean didn’t react to his little brother’s plea, but that didn’t stop Sam from trying. He was hot on his heels as they crossed the threshold of the Bunker’s garage. The familiar creak of the Impala’s door broke the silence between them as Sam waited for a response. Dean fired up the engine and gripped the steering wheel, the tips of his knuckles turning white as he let out a long shaky sigh.

“Don’t you get it, Sammy? I break everything I touch. I’m poison. Happiness wasn’t meant for me. This life ... there’s no chance at love when you’re a part of it. I push everyone away and I’ll be damned if I do something to ruin the last relationship I have. Let me go, Sammy … before I force you to leave me too.”

Reluctantly Sam stepped back and watched Dean drive away. His brother’s words tore at his heartstrings as the sleek black car disappeared out of sight. Part of what Dean said was true in a sense. Rarely did someone with their job description find happiness. He’d tried … time and time again he had tried.

First with Jessica, the love of his life from his Stanford days. Then there was Amelia, the sweet veterinarian with a heart of gold. Eileen was another one that ultimately ended in tragedy.

Of course, there were others that Sam had been romantically involved with, but more often than not his love interests shared something in common with one another. They weren’t hunters. They didn’t spend every day knowing what went bump in the night or lurked just beyond the shadows. That’s one thing that was different between him and Dean. Before they’d met Cas, his brother didn’t care much about settling down. One-night stands were his specialty, something that Sam often envied.

The moment Castiel made himself known to them, Dean’s whole demeanor changed. It was subtle at first. He started cutting back on the number of women he’d spend the night with. Then came the not-so-discreet glances. Cas was oblivious to them of course, but Sam wasn’t. He’d known his brother all his life so he was quite familiar with that look. Dean was attracted to the Angel. Once his stubborn brother got enough alcohol in his system he finally made his move. The rest was history.

The silence in the garage became almost deafening as Sam’s thoughts continued to race through his head. They’d lost so much recently. Their Dad, their Mom, Jack, and Rowena. So many people they loved were gone. He’d be damned if Dean lost Cas too.

He half jogged back into the library and picked up the broken pieces of his brother’s beer bottle. After cleaning up the wetness with a towel from the kitchen, he headed back to his room to get his phone. Hopefully, Cas still had the one they’d given him. He held his breath as the shrill ringing filled his ears.

“C’mon … C’mon”

His persistent voice was the only sound in the room other than his boots pacing the floor.

After the third ring, he finally heard the gruff sound of Cas’ voice.

“H-Hello?”

A wave of relief washed over Sam.

“Cas? Hey, don’t hang up okay? Just… hear me out…”

He waited, listening for any sort of acknowledgment from the Angel. When he didn’t get any, he took the opportunity and kept going.

“First things first, where are you? Are you safe?”

A cough and a low groan made his chest heavy with worry.

“Cas?”

“Sam, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m an Angel. I can take care of myself.”

Sam frowned and stopped pacing, his hand finding purchase on his hip. “That’s not what I …” He sighed, not wanting to be the second person that argued with him today. “Look, Cas, I realize it’s not my place, but I know what you have with Dean is worth fighting for. I’ve never seen him as happy as he is with you. He’s just… he’s a little lost right now. In no way am I defending his actions because I don’t know what was said, but I will stand here and say that my brother loves you. He’s madly in love with you, Cas…”

A shaky breath on the other end of the phone told Sam that he was still there.

"I...I love him too, Sam. Like I've never loved anyone or anything before."

Another ragged cough told Sam that Cas wasn’t being forthcoming with how bad his health really was and it worried him. Hell, shouldering pain and wounds was one of their specialties after all.

“Cas, listen to me, okay? Everything that’s happened recently has taken its toll on all of us. I can’t speak for you or Dean, but having to … to” A shaky sigh left his lips as tears threatened to slip down his cheeks. Eventually, a few betrayed him and his vision became blurry as he forced the words out. “... kill Rowena wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.”

He cleared the lump in his throat and swallowed thickly.

“What I’m trying to say is we can get through this. We’ve saved the world so many times, and I’ll be damned if we let God’s little temper tantrum do us in.”

Cas wasn’t saying anything, but his occasional exhale told Sam he was still there.

“Please, Cas. Just tell me where you are so I can come and get you.”

Neither of them said anything for what felt like an eternity. Finally, relief washed over Sam when he heard the Angel respond.

“The barn … I’m at the barn where it all began.”

“I’ll be there as fast as I can, Cas! Just … stay there.” Sam hung up and began packing his duffel bag.

Dean welcomed the smooth burn of the whiskey in his glass as he knocked it back. Maybe if he drank enough he’d be able to forget those sad blue eyes and how he was the cause of said emotion. The bartender eyed him curiously but filled his glass again nevertheless.

“Relationship problems?”

Dean downed the golden brown liquid in two gulps before sliding the cup back.

“With all due respect, it’s really none of your business. Now, if you’d be so kind, I’d like to drink until I’m numb. In fact, just go ahead and leave the bottle.”

After tossing a few twenties and sporting a stern look, the man seemed to get the message. Even if Dean didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts, it was better than sharing them with some stranger just to be judged. He took another sip and groaned happily. Yep, being alone was much better.

The vibration of his phone startled him out of his thoughts once again.

“Now, what?” He grumbled.

Seeing his brother’s name lit up on the screen made him roll his eyes, but he swiped to answer anyway.

“Dammit, Sammy. I’ve been gone for a few hours what could you possibly…” He was cut off by the frantic edge in Sam’s voice.

“Dean! It’s… It’s Cas… he… he told me he was at the barn where you met. I went to get him a-and now he… he won’t wake up.”

Dean felt his blood run cold.

He pushed the stool away from the counter and all but ran back to the Impala.

“What do you mean he won’t wake up?!”

Baby’s tires spun as Dean pulled back onto the main road toward the Bunker.

“I-I-I don’t know, Dean… He’s breathing, but he seems to be in some sort of celestial coma? When I talked to him on the phone, he kept coughing and wheezing. I don’t know what to do. Normally, I’d call Rowena, but… she’s…”

Dean cut his brother off before he could finish, his knuckles white on the steering wheel for the second time that day.

“Sammy, listen to me. Just get back to the Bunker as fast as you can. I’ll meet you there, and we will figure this out … the Winchester way.”

He ended the call and tossed his phone on the seat next to him, his boot pushing the gas pedal all the way to the floor.

The moment Sam arrived with Cas, Dean was there to help. They carried him to the hospital wing in the Bunker and carefully laid him on the cot. Dean couldn’t help but notice how sickly his angel looked. He’d lost weight, his skin was pale and hot to the touch, and his lips were chapped more than they normally were.

Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he looked at his brother in defeat. “Sammy… I.. I can’t lose him. I was so stupid… so fucking stupid…” His shoulders shook violently the moment he let his emotions take over.

Sam was determined to make things better again. Not just for his brother, but for the sole fact that he refused to let anyone else they cared for die.

“Keep an eye on him, Dean. I’ll hit the books and make some phone calls. You should stay here just in case he wakes up.”

All Dean could do was nod and watch as Sam walked away. He turned his gaze back to Cas, his fingertips reaching up to gently caress his cheek. He was afraid to do much else.

Eventually, Dean’s eyes grew heavy as the adrenaline wore off from earlier. Leaving Cas was out of the question, so he did the only thing he could think of and gently curled up on the mattress beside him. He slung his arm protectively over the angel’s torso and carefully laid his head against his chest.

He couldn’t help the memories of their first night together flooding his mind. How they listened to music in Baby and drove out in the country to look at the stars. A tear slid down his cheek as he began to softly sing their song, the one that Cas insisted they listen to on repeat the whole trip home.

I can hear her heartbeat for a thousand miles And the heaven's open every time she smiles And when I come to her that's where I belong Yet I'm running to her like a river's song She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down Yeah when I come to her when the sun goes down Take away my trouble, take away my grief Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love Yes I need her in the daytime Yes I need her in the night Yes I want to throw my arms around her Kiss and hug her, kiss and hug her tight Yeah when I'm returning from so far away She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me whole Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

The last thing Castiel remembered was seeing Sam’s concerned face. Then there was only darkness. He wasn’t dead, no, this was something different. A coma maybe? He couldn’t open his eyes or move, but he was able to hear everything going on around him.

Angels normally don’t go through things like this, but if their bodies get too worn down then they go into somewhat of a protective mode. He figured this is what happened to him when he used the last of his strength to teleport himself to the barn. His celestial powers needed to replenish.

He hated hearing how worried Sam and Dean were. He especially hated how much Dean blamed himself. He’d spent so much time showing his boyfriend how much good he brought to the world, and now he felt like Dean was closing himself off again.

He’d only wanted to take some of the stress from Dean. That’s why he chose to kill Belphegor instead of letting him do more damage. Cas knew Dean didn’t mean to hurt him and he longed to tell him how sorry he was.

It became a waiting game, letting his vessel reenergize itself. There was no telling how long it would take, but Castiel took comfort in knowing that the man he loved was snuggled into his side. If only he could have comforted Dean and wiped his tears.

The sound of the elder Winchester’s voice filled the small room, and it was then that he realized Dean was singing to him. Cas’ heart both soared and broke at the same time by the emotion in his voice as the lyrics flowed freely from memory. The last thing he heard before Dean fell asleep was him saying how sorry he was and how much he loved him.

Dean groaned and tightened his grip around Castiel. What time was it? Had Sam found anything? Several questions ran through his mind as he prepared to open his eyes. Before he could, he felt a hand smooth down his back. His heart skipped a beat as he sat up.

Beautiful blue eyes gazed into his own, and Dean looked at him like it was the first time he saw him all over again.

“Cas?! Cas! Oh, I’m so happy you’re okay. I’m sorry for the things I said to you before. I was so stupid and I know you were just trying t-”

His rambling was cut off as Cas smashed his lips against his. Their tongues danced together and when Cas finally pulled away he was panting as hard as Dean was.

“Dean, you have nothing to be sorry for. I forgave you the moment it happened, and there’s nothing you could do to make me love you any less. You will always be perfect in my eyes. Forever the Righteous Man I saved and rebuilt all those years ago. I love you.”

Dean placed another emotional kiss on Cas’ lips, pouring all his love and need into it. Never in his life did he think he’d be able to settle down with anyone. Being a hunter of the supernatural meant a short life span more often than not. He was conditioned to not get too attached to anyone, but with Cas, he couldn’t help himself. This was different. Cas was different, and without the Angel, in his life, he’d be incomplete.

The need to feel Castiel’s touch nearly took his breath away. No words were spoken as they rid each other of their clothes. Cas flipped them over so he was hovering above Dean, his blue eyes glowing with power. Dean felt his cock swell in anticipation, his breathing becoming more ragged by the second.

“Cas, please…”

Castiel began to trail kisses along his jaw, nipping at the skin now and again. The moment he began sucking at Dean’s pulse point he could feel just how much he needed him. His cock was pinned between Cas’, the tip weeping beads of precum.

“I love seeing you like this, Dean. I love when you let go for me and let yourself be vulnerable."

Dean whined shamelessly at his words, his hand reaching between their bodies to slowly stroke Cas’ cock.

“Mmmm, Dean… Gonna make you feel so good.” Cas brought two of his fingers up to Dean’s lips, pushing them into his mouth. “Suck.”

Dean obliged, swirling his tongue skillfully around his digits. Cas nearly came undone at the sight below him. The way the elder Winchester fluttered his eyes shut the moment his perfect lips closed around them, his soft moans as his slick tongue flicked over his fingertips and the constellation of freckles littered over his skin. Reluctantly, Cas pulled them free and pressed one against Dean’s entrance.

“Relax for me.”

It wasn’t a command, but Dean knew it would do him well to obey. The first few moments were always painful, but the pleasure Cas promised was better than anything he’d ever felt.

“C-Cas… I… I need you. Please… don’t make me wait… F-Fuck!”

Cas knew he’d found Dean’s prostate just from the sound of Dean’s plea. His fingers grazed the bundle of nerves making the man beneath him shiver.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you into this mattress, Dean, I very much like hearing you beg.”

Dean whimpered as Cas continued to slowly fuck him open with his fingers, his hands fisting the thin sheet under him.

“Unngh! P-Please fuck me… need you inside me so bad.”

Cas smirked and peppered kisses along Dean’s chest. “I know you can do better than that, Dean. I’ve seen you do it.”

Dean arched his back and cried out, his mouth opening in a perfect “o” shape.

“I need it! Oh, fuck I n-need it, Cas! Need you to fuck me until I can’t think anymore… Please…. Oh, fuck! Please. Please. Please…”

Finally, Cas gave in. His cock replaces his fingers as he slowly thrust inside Dean to the hilt. Both cried out in unison, their bodies thrumming with arousal.

Cas leaned down to kiss Dean softly before starting a steady pace. It was a wonder the poorly built cot didn’t break beneath them. Dean’s cries filled the small room as Cas fucked into him relentlessly.

“Oh, fu-... C-Cas! Oh, Cas! R-Right there!”

They’d done this enough that Cas knew Dean was close. The way his body shook, how desperate he sounded when he moaned, and how he clenched around him. He’d normally draw this out, and take his time with his hunter, but this was something they both needed.

Cas began to stroke Dean’s thick cock in time with his thrusts, his angelic grace causing the lightbulbs above them to burst with all the energy in the room. Both of them fell over the edge together, Dean’s cries swallowed by Cas’ kiss. Once they came down from their high, Cas carefully pulled out of Dean and pulled him close.

“Dean, you complete me. From the moment my father told me to rescue you from Hell, I knew my life would change forever.”

Dean kissed Cas sweetly and nuzzled into his neck. “I love you, Cas. M’heart s’yours.”

Sometime later, Sam came home from the library and noticed how quiet the Bunker was. He made his way to the hospital room and snorted to himself at the broken glass on the floor. Glancing at the cot, he smiled widely at the sight of his brother and Cas asleep in each other’s arms.

“Thank God.” He breathed.

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jazeswhbhaven · 3 months

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Just Another Day in Hades...(Requiem of the Survivors Event React I)

Hey hey everyone, we've got a fresh new event featuring our Hades bois!! We get a healthy dose of each noble, and seeing how they interact is quite amusing, just like how it was watching how our Avisos bois interact. It seems to me for their dynamic, our bois tolerate each other more than enjoy each other's company as they're too focused on living their lives for Leviathan (except for Glas who is literally trying to overthrow him but waiting for the right moment) But let's dive in because there's much to discuss regarding Levithan's lore and our eerily adorable Orias. (seriously he's like a doll, which they do describe him like that in the event story)

You know the drill lovelies, grab a snick snack, get comfortable, let's read my bullshit rambles while summarizing this thing. ( ˘▽˘)っ♨

First I wanna touch on how Glas and Foras are on patrol, (Hades looks so pretty btw) and he's just like hahahhaaha angels asses getting poke Foras how about that?

Foras goes to point out like matter of factly that whatever he's talking about isn't supposed to be used that way and Glas is like things are fully meant to be used for other purposes that's how you know it's good (basically how I took it) and Foras is 100% done with him lol So far their dynamic is "this is my annoying coworker that I must tolerate all the love of my boss"

Like foreal. Foras is a fan boy of Levi, just like Amon is a fanboy of Beel. OH and since it's a rainy day in Hades, Barbatos is hiding away in his coffin because he prefers sunny days (my sunshine, he's so particular, i'd cuddle with him in his coffin) And since it's about to rain again fucking Glas starts fucking around with Foras again

No, he wasn't wanting to hang out with him or being nice, he was calling Foras "small" compared to his more spacious coffin. He was really egging him on to get mad and start a fight, but Foras chills out and this bothers Glas. Lol And then there's a slurping noise, and Foras immediately is like "Glas wtf stop it." and Glas foreal wasn't doing anything this time, but-

This little dude shows up, our blood thirsty Orias.

So it's revealed here that Orias is taking apart an angel so he can eat the soul, which is a glowing orb of light. This glowing orb is edible...

Edible you say....

ANYWAYS different fandom cameo (inner joke for those who know)

And thus why I brought up Geto in the first place my lovelies. Exactly why. (if you don't get it, Geto is from JJK and swallows cursed souls and they're this huge ass orb he just eats who no gag reflex)

But a little before this, Foras and Glas are not happy to see Orias. At all. Turns out these two hate him, because he keeps trying to come after Leviathan's soul. Orias had originally been teasing with Foras saying that he probably hoped he wasn't gonna come back at all after being gone for so long (huh wonder if he's been out killing angels)

So every time he eats an angel orb, he gets even younger. So what I can already tell is that he's obsessed with being younger, so while he looks like a child, he's really thousands of years old (guesstimating because devils and angels have been around a long ass time in this universe)

Pit stop on Orias for a moment, but the more they describe him in the story, the more I'm convinced that while his design is cute, love his jewelry, he does appear very childlike. And we run into the entire Stolas thing again, however, Orias looks much younger than Stolas (to me anyway and his body is boyish too, this is explained in the story that he's smaller in stature as well) While I understand this is more of appearance, some of his mannerisms are even childish, the tantrums, the pouting, the whining (which come with age regression so I do think they hit that point pretty well)

SO after all that with Foras and Glas meeting Orias, they go to warn Levi about it, who's really blah blah blah whatever because he doesn't care about it too much. The other subjects though are rattled to hell,

And here he is, Orias making his grand entrance just bolding stating and asking for Levi's soul.

And Levi being the way he is lol

Just, no hanging, no punishment for Orias. Just a simple No.

I'm not gonna lie this was a surprise for me on Leviathan's attitude and character. Normally he's so abrasive and here he's being...hm? Soft...kinda like Solomon had a point in Chapter 5.

See? Orias has a noose and Levi doesn't even bother to use it. He's strangling a random subject that demanded Orias be punished (he was stupid to even speak he knows how Levi is lol)

So they explain how every devil wears a noose because it's a symbol of everyone's loyalty to Leviathan and that their lives belong to him in so other words. Live for Levi. Die by Levi. (why does this sound like a cult /hj)

Orias is an exception to this rule though. Leviathan is even having a small chat with Orias as if he never said what he said and he warns him about eating too many souls but Orias being himself, he can't get enough.

Also revealed that Orias is possibly older than Levi. They never really confirm his age btw but there's more lore about their history and dynamic here in a bit.

And it's brought up once more that Levi is lenient on Orias even after he's been so blunt and rude basically.

So some lore here! (so this is much faster to screenshot this instead of each indiv. screenshot lmao idky i didn't do this before)

in short Orias is a special cookie and has like VIP access to Levi's more chilled behavior. At first I didn't really understand that until I kept on with the story. But Levi is sending Orias off on a errand and he promises he can eat as many souls if he does it, but Orias only wants one thing...and well Levi just lies to him about promising a chance

And with that, Orias is off to do his errand but I honestly don't think he trusts that Levi says what he says. That and it's a known thing that some devils are capable of lying and that's because these two hold a special loophole.

but we'll get to that later.

MY SUNSHINE MY LIGHT MY BOUNCY BOO. give me that full body sprite dammit *foams at the mouth*

Barbatos enters the chat! Our lovely sun devil is out in the semi-nude today because there's more sun. He literally stayed in his coffin all day because it was raining. I find that he and I are polar opposites on that front because I hate sunny days (where I live it's humid, not dry so the heat during the spring and summer is unbearable) I don't even like rainy days here unless it's like in the 60s and raining because at least it's not that damp, hot rain. ANYWAYS Foras btw was asking Barb who he was talking to and Barb is like THE SUN DUH <3 he speaks to her with his body and I think that's the cutest thing.

Ooop. Glas is a hater I see. It makes me wonder if he just doesn't like seeing Barb naked because he's too positive and bright about it. Barb even annoys Glas more by saying he loves being naked and Glas having these reactions to him doing so makes him laugh and more happy that he's being honest about his feelings. Oh Barb, i love u.

But yeah after he's basically telling the two emo bois in front of him what's up, Foras lets him know Orias is back and well...

Glas tells him (again) to put him clothes on and his freaking vines turn into clothing. That's dope.

Barb saying fuck unprompted on main?

s a y it s l o w e r

(not me flirting with him during a srs moment, help)

Glas makes an observation that Orias may be that great of a devil if Barb doesn't even like him.

A lover huh? After you're done with loving the sun Barb, save your love for me I am hopeless, I need you to make me a bed of rose petals in your coffin and I'll sit in them (if I can fight through my issue with touching plants T_T)

Foras calls him out on that statement and I love his energy. Foras is that devil. That guy. He literally does not give a single fuck about it. (Unless it's MC he cares about what they think and Levi) Barb respects Orias in his own way. Meaning he don't respect him at all lmao be fr right now. But n o rlly he does explain why he has his own view. Orias is a good ally, and that if Levi sees him so highly then he must be alright in some way. Foras agrees that Levi doesn't make mistakes so that must be true.

But Glas comes in with the reality check. He doesn't trust him. He says everyone is pretty much blinded by Orias's appearance as being innocent.

He brings up the fact that he's literally trying to kill Levi, and he's older than him, might even be older than Luci. (interesting...) And the three of them just start arguing about who's right, and if Orias is really that bad or if Glas is just being weird again and gloomy and trying to start shit but it is mostly Glas starting shit so-

And low and behold all of them get strung up because Levi's ears were burning (not literally he just knew they were talking shit about someone else when he's not there to hear about it) see I told you all he'd just come by and be like "i heard you were talking shit...not in my palace you won't"

lol

Because Levi was jealous about them talking about Orias, all three of them get blasted with his energy and now they're jealous thinking why the fuck is Orias always spared but we can't catch a break. Levi finds this amusing so he stops punishing them. And Glas is quite perturbed because Levi goes right over to him and tells him he was doing too much. Glas challenges Levi on that and wants to know why it's them that gets punished when they've served Levi for years. Orias shows up and he acts the way he does and suddenly he's the majesty's bestie now or whatever.

As we see here, Levi is just really amused by all of this he doesn't even care of what Glas even said. It's pretty much him being like "oh look at the giant devil whining about not being my favorite. cute"

Levi asks Glas before we get here "who's the only other that can doubt and lie like I can?" No one can answer that but Levi explains that it's Orias and why. He was raised at the same 'farm' as him in heaven. BIG LORE STUFF. So it's confirmed that Orias and Levi know each other on another level. Our Hades bois are excited to hear more about their majesty's past because it was rare for any of the nobles to really know stuff like that, especially in levi's case. AND this is a great stopping point for part 1!!! See you all in part 2 ^^

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb spoilers #whb leviathan #whb event #whb orias #whb hades bois 💜#this event was also lore heavy goodness

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snaililita · 9 months

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I adore Len and Rin! I have been trying my hand in x readers lately by making a load of Lyney x Reader so why not make some nostalgic (for me at least) Len x Reader🤔? As cringe as it may sound I've been reading all the fics left over by the fandom of old since I was 10 I'm so obsessed with Len>< So I pretty much have a headcanon for everything under the sun about him! So this mini thing will be a breeze:>

Len is a very cautious lover.

Used to all the memes and hate he used to regularly get back when the Vocaloid fandom was rampant; he is very hesitant with just about everything he does lest it become yet another meme and another reason to make fun of him.

As you can guess this leads to major anxiety and constantly feeling like he has done something wrong.

Please don't let him feel this way.

This being said, he is great at recognizing panic/anxiety attacks long before they happen.

He has a tendency to memorize what triggers them and avoids those places/topics entirely.

It's almost like he was built to be some form of anxiety relief android. Maybe he has some beta coding for future therapy androids?

Either way despite his physical age and mindset his is incredibly observant and can read a person pretty well.

He has a tendency to make assumptions though.

Brush his hair and don't tell him he needs to whack his ponytail off.

He'll love you.

Maybe he will let you braid it if you ask nicely.

He owns a saluki named Happy. No questions asked.

No he does not co-own her with Rin. Happy is *his* dog and neither him or the dog will accept otherwise.

If his dog approves of you 9 times outta 10 he will too.

He also likes cats, he and Rin are just allergic.

If you're someone like me and covered in cat hair 24/7, he will sneeze around you all the time.

It's cute though.

Len sneezes are adorable.

He is bad at english/kanji class please help him.

That being said he is a math wizard.

If you're like me and suck at math he can help you don't need to worry.

He would probably just do your homework for you if you ask.

Which is why you shouldn't.

Len has a problem with doing things for others so he'll do just about anything (within reason) for you if he loves you enough.

We already know he would die for his sister if I had to guess he would die for you too if you won him over.

He will take his hoodie off for you and let you wear it. He never takes his hoodies off.

Please please protect him.

Him is verr ee wholesome.

Len has some serious self doubt issues (as I mentioned earlier) so remind him that he *is* talented and that his sister isn't any better than he is.

I mentioned earlier he is good at recognising the signs of a panic attack and I think he is just as prepared to handle them as he is good at sensing them.

If you need words of comfort he can provide you with those but if you just want him to hold you while you cry he can do that too.

He actually prefers the latter because he is afraid he may say something wrong.

He has attachment issues and separation anxiety.

To certain extent he has separation anxiety with his sister and dog but it's not as bad as it is with you.

He gets so nervous and scared. He doesn't like being without you.

He is also super attached to you because you aren't mean to him.

That's probably one of the big reasons he loves you so much; you treat him like a person.

Len gets angry when people say he is a little gay twink.

He likes girls too!

He thinks no matter what's in your pants if your beautiful and kind you are beautiful and kind>:[

Please play minecraft and animal crossing with him♡♡♡

He is often littered with band-aids for no reason. He thinks they look cool lol.

Big cuddler!

Winter and autumn are his favourite seasons because he can cuddle with you in bed and wear layers:)

He has *so* many blankets and he shares all of them with you!

Doesn't mind if you fart in the bed. Doesn't run away squealing in disgust like his sister. Literally could not care less it's no different from a sneeze to him. True manliness right there.

Apple cider is his favourite!

He loves the smell so much his room has diffusers everywhere in it and they all have the scent:)

He also has his windows open a lot of the time!

So it smells like that windy-open-window-bedroom *and* apple cider!

If you open his door without expecting it, it's like being hit in the face with essence of bard. (If you get it you get it.)

Hates anything to do with zombies. They trigger panic attacks in him because he knows he would survive because he is an android but he wouldn't know how to keep you and your loved ones safe.

Not knowing what to do in certain situations enduces anixety and panic attacks in him whether it be an on the spot question from a teacher or just thinking about a situation like such his room.

He cries a lot.

I mean he is adorable and it's impossible to not find him cute when he does cry but he has one of those crying faces that makes you just feel so much guilt and a need to protect him.

Smooch his cheeks when he cries, if you do it enough he cries a little less.

Don't make him bottle up his emotions though, but also help him to stop crying because it's not very good for his eye cameras.

His eyes can glow in the dark by the way.

Every android's can.

But his are so pretty! When they glow they are a bright, electric blue that fades into a slightly deeper shade and they are *so*, SO sparkly!!

Make sure to tell him his sparkle eyes are beautiful✨✨

He has a lot of plushies.

He likes Journey to the West and is a Sun Wukong enthusiast!

He really likes Dragon Ball so he wanted to know about the design origins of Goku and you get the picture.

He doesn't quite understand all the symbolism in JTTW but he still enjoys it regardless because MONKEY KING SMASH!!!

Has a lanyard that he really likes and doesn't take off often.

He has a Vocaloid tomogatchi and the little character in it is the same Rin he has had since he first got it back when they were released.

He can't let his sister die on him!

His sister has one with him in it that she takes just as good care of♡

They may argue all the time but they really do love eachother!

Len and Rin are you best friends and Len is the best, most accommodating boyfriend you could ever ask for so please treasure him and his sister you lucky you!

Handle with care U^U

#adelita writes #vocaloid #len x reader #len kagamine #kagamine len #vocaloid x reader

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zeemczed · 1 year

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On Pesterquest, The Aftermath of The Homestuck Epilogues, and Why Homestuck Appeals To Us Still.

It's 1 AM, I'm exhausted and can't sleep, and I'm gonna bullshit a little. Ramble incoming, please read past the break if you still care about Homestuck, ignore if you don't, yadda yadda yadda.

Homestuck started out intriguing, it got better, it got wilder, and then it just kinda... broke under its own weight. And that was deliberate. Hussie delighted in this. The entire theme of the work in the end was breaking. Breaking the 4th wall. Breaking the premises. Breaking character arcs. Showing how stories break characters just by containing said characters.

Then came the Epilogues, and the Huss tried to break us. The fandom itself.

And... by all accounts... shit didn't work. We saw his clumsy attempt at satirizing the very nature of the fandom that we'd created (we, not he, as fandom is always the work of the fans, not the original creator of the work) and kind of collectively flipped him off.

Because we're Homestucks. We're already self-effacing to a ridiculous degree, but we know what works underneath us, we know what works underneath the plot, we know why we're here, and it's not for Hussie's masturbatory themes.

It was the worldbuilding and the characters.

That was it. The plot became negligible, because the creator didn't treat the plot with respect. We were just there for the character development, and when that went south (particularly in the Epilogues), we collectively said screw that, we're doing it our way. We wrote our own stories, our own epilogues, our own fanventures and AUs and fucking everything else imaginable.

We said, collectively, FUCK THAT, WE'RE PROTECTING WHAT WE LOVE IN THIS WORK BY TAKING IT FROM YOU.

Now, what does that sound like?

The ending of Pesterquest.

We're locking away OUR collective versions of the main cast, so they can be happy, or whole, or at least logically consistent, or at least not running in the opposite direction of the character development that everything SCREAMS they should have (looking at you, Jane).

So.

With that in mind, in 2023, what is Homestuck now?

What do we treat it as?

Commedia dell'arte.

It's a group of strong characters that can be put into almost any story. A nigh-universal cast, diverse and interesting, with built-in relationships and chemistry that can be savored or jettisoned as the plot requires.

But that's the kicker.

We have plots we care about.

And thus, we have transcended the original work. And with it we have helped the characters ascend. We have protected and guarded them, and they will not be remembered as characters from a webcomic that "used to be good".

Keep writing, Homestucks. Keep drawing. Keep spitting out incorrect quotes (which might as well be fucking correct at this point), scribbly comics, podfics, and fanventures that eclipse the original in all but word count.

Because, by all accounts, we're winning.

(Disclaimer: Yes, this includes the crew that are working on Hiveswap; it's pretty obvious they still Care About This Shit, and it doesn't share Huss' incredibly nihilistic late-game BS. I am including every HS creator EXCEPT The Waste of Space in here.)

That is all.

#Homestuck #Homestuck^2 #Homestuck Epilogues #Pesterquest #Andrew Hussie #Writing #Zee thinks #Hamsteak #Fuck it we ball #But as a writing philosophy #commedia dell'arte

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morganalatina21 · 1 year

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Seven

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

Warnings: tiny bit angsty because since when we're a happy fandom?, but relax, there's happiness too, don't worry

a/n: Also I have a masterlist to this series now :)) (I made the art myself 🤧❤️)

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Y/n saw herself in a situation she certainly didn't enjoy. After being confrontated about her feelings by her godfather and her own mind, going back to just being with Regulus in the house was a bad idea.

However, it seemed like an even worse idea to be with him and Sirius.

Because now she couldn't be alone with her feelings.

The entire morning she spent talking with the man about her parents, Sirius telling how such trait of her personality reminded him of such parent on such date.

When Regulus came down from his bedroom to cook luch, the oldest was in utter shock.

"You make my little brother cook?! You really must be a saint. Back in the house, mother would never let him touch anything. Didn't even knew how to operate a damn strainer." He laughed.

"Like you're any better." Regulus answered from the kitchen. "He once asked me how to peel a mango!"

And after lunch, Sirius was upstairs looking for something on his coat when Regulus was about to leave the place.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"To... my room?"

"Can you be with Sirius til dinner? I'm training the new possessor and he's really bad at understanding words." She asked, putting the dished in the sink.

"Why does anyone need to be with him?" He asked, looking bored. "He's a grown man, not a baby."

Y/n tilted her head to the side, lifting her eyebrows and staring at him.

"He just resurrected, he isn't stable. And I know for you time didn't passed but he spent years without his brother. You've been through exactly what he's feeling right now, can't you stop acting like brothers and act like friends?"

Regulus sighed, he was used to being alone and having time for himself.

Of course some company was good, but he liked to choose when to have them.

"If he comes down and asks to spend time with you, say yes." She suggested, turning around to organize the plates in the cupboards.

So, when the Black came, showing her the locker his uncle gave him, Regulus waited to see what would happen.

"Oh, Regulus, what are you going to do?"

"What I was doing before all this happened." He shortly answered.

"And that would be..."

"Study potions."

"Boooring!" Sirius whined.

Y/n frowned confused, Regulus never studied that late, he said it was tiring and he wouldn't force himself to understand things.

Also whenever he studied, he'd dip into the books and with such high focus you'd only see him hours after; so he never studied when she was out of the house, just in case something happened.

It was a blatant lie and she knew it.

"Can I come with you to the possessor stuff?"

"Oh, sorry Sirius, they could still smell death in you, it's a bad idea." She saw, looking above his shoulder, how Regulus rolled his eyes at that.

"No they can't, I showered." He assured, causing her to laugh.

After some begging from Sirius and long stares from Y/n, the younger Black accepted to leave his "studies" aside and do something with his brother.

Their initial plan was to organize Sirius' temporary room. However it didn't exactly went like that.

The entire afternoon they chatted about their lives. Made fun of their parents and the Malfoys, specially both together.

They talked shit about fellow wizards at Hogwarts, and found out they hated the exact same people was like finding gold.

Soon they ran out of subjects and gossip, so for quite some time they just stared at nothing in particular.

Neither wanted to talk about the obvious things: the time after Regulus took the dark mark to one year later when he confesses to his brother he wanted to run away, and Sirius years in Azkaban.

It was too painful, too much trauma.

And that moment was beyond perfect for both of them, so they just pretended like they never grew apart.

It ended up being one of the greatest times in their lives, and Regulus had to thank Y/n for it.

And speaking about her...

"What do you and the redhead have?" Sirius asked when they were down in the kitchen, preparing dinner. "Don't look at me like that, you know what I'm taking about."

"You two live together, you anticipate her every move, she calls you nicknames, she saved your life..." He wandered off, Regulus standing in place. "I wouldn't blame you, but I would suggest you wait just some months when she turns sixteen, y'know, age of consent and-"

"Sirius, we're not together." The man interrupted, shaking his head. "I owe her a lot by everything she's done for me, but we don't have that kind of closeness."

"Okay, I was just asking."

With that questioning in the back of his head, he shouted her name a little later so she'd come up for dinner.

And with his answer, that they weren't so close, he stared as she continued to act weird.

When she didn't looked him in the eyes, and he thought about questioning her about it, there was his own answer: "We're not together."

When she was looking directly at Sirius when he spoke but didn't do the same to him. We're not together.

When he handed her the salt and they touched lightly and it seemed like she rushed to move away. We're not together.

When she immediately went upstairs instead of spending some time with them in the kitchen like she always did. We're not together.

"Fuck, Merlin!" She cursed, coming out of the bathroom and meeting him standing close to the door, almost bumping into his body. "What's wrong, Reggie?"

"I suppose I should be the one asking that." He said, staring at her and for a moment she felt inferior.

He had this power, making someone think they're worse than him just by standing certain way, but is been months since he made her feel that.

"Are you avoiding me?"

She held her breath, suddenly missing Sirius loud personality, wanting him to stomp over to the room and save her from answering that.

But he was already asleep, going to bed straight after dinner by her own orders.

"Why would you think that?"

"Why wouldn't I think that." He grumbled. "Did something happened at the Ministry? Or here? You're acting weirder than ever and I have absolutely no idea why."

"Reggie..."

"You know what's interesting?"

"Regulus, I'm-"

"Is that you're not acting like that to my brother." He interrupted her, blood running fast in his ears. "So if just like others I'm your sec-"

She slapped a hand over his mouth, shutting him.

He was too stunned to even move away, feeling her arm shake.

Now that everything was quiet and he could feel more things than just pent up anger, Regulus realized something was wrong.

The thumps downstairs made his blood freeze on his veins and he could sense the heartbeats on her wrist speed up.

Someone else was in the house.

They both could feel the magic in said person invading the house and Y/n suffered the change in the possessors behavior.

The Potter's stomach could throw all her meals at any given chance, and Regulus knuckles became white with pressure.

"Go to Sirius' room and make him take you to the Order's house." She whispered, not moving her hand away. "I don't care about Dumbledore, just go!"

"I'm not leaving you behind." He guaranteed, uncovering his mouth and speaking as low as possible. "They're probably Death Eaters."

"Exactly, they don't know who I am. Do you know how bad things will be for us if they found out you're alive?"

"We knew this could happen, we have a getaway plan, let's stick to it." He insisted, standing closer to her.

With her connection to the possessors, she made one of them open the cage, causing a noise and attracting whoever was down there.

"Your brother is here, we can't do that plan." She reasoned, getting closer to the door. "Go to the Order's house and don't get out, I'll take the possessors and find you later."

"How are you even gonna know where is it?" He asked, feeling his hands itch and neck burn with desesperation. "It has a Fidelius Charm, just come with us we'll-"

"Regulus." She started, hearing the door to the basement open. Cupping his face to calm him down, she stared at him. "I can handle them, you two being here will only make things worse."

Having a feeling he'd say something once again, she kissed him.

All breath suddenly left his body for the entire four seconds their lips were together and he felt his knees tremble.

"I found you once, and I'll find you again. Now go!"

She stepped out, bare feet moving silently downstairs, not looking back.

This couldn't be the end, not after all that, not when they were all so close to being happy. God, please, no.

The last thing Regulus heard when him and Sirius were disappearing, was three man voices shouting the Death Curse.

Taglist: @intoanothermind @moonysupremacy01 @maraudersarelifee @elleraelockwood @darkenwolfie @hopesf @lukewearingbeanies @azuredgalaxies @klazina-couch-potato @goldensunshineshit @kaverichauhan @venomsvl @mrs-billyrussooo @mikadorbs @iavenderh6ze @wizardsgrace @reblog-princess @dittos-blog-dylanobrien @roroswitherose @s-we-e-t-t-ea

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#manipulating death series #harry potter #regulus black #remus lupin #sirius black #albus dumbledore #black brothers #dumbledore #harry potter fanfiction #order of the phoenix #regulus black x reader #marauders

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 7 months

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What if Rosalie asked to adopt Bella's baby in exchange of protection during pregnancy?

Rosalie: "You want to not be forced into an abortion, fine! I want full rights on that baby after you give birth! "

Would Bella agree to this? What would Edward and Jacob do if they hear Rosalie asking Bella this? What happens after the baby is born and Jacob imprints? Does Bella ask to have her baby back?

...

Caveat

She didn't do this. Also, why would she do this? Look, I know corners of this fandom love to hate on Rosalie and her baby fever, but it was clear Bella wanted the baby and was... not thinking about the very likely possibility of her death.

Is Rosalie really going to bring up, out loud, "So, when you kick the bucket I get your baby, right?"

That's not even getting to what you're asking, which is to start out using the fact that Edward will cut her open as leverage to get Bella's baby. Not mentioning, of course, that Edward's abortion attempt would likely go very sideways with Bella very dead.

"Bella gives me the baby or it gets the hose again" - Rosalie Hale.

Come on, guys.

If this is what you want, write the fic. I guarantee you'll be much happier than on my blog.

(gif credit @franzias-cave)

Alright, Rosalie Has a Stroke and Enters a Fanfic

Rosalie is a fanfiction villainess now, I guess. Bella would not agree, the entire point is to have the baby and if she dies having it for Edward to have it. Bella would have to come up with some other plan to stop Edward from forcibly aborting the baby and her options are... limited.

Can't go to Jacob, he'll definitely side with Edward. She might try for the Denali except I don't think she got their number at the wedding. Honestly, her only choice as weird as it is is the Volturi. She knows they wanted her in the guard and to make her a vampire. She knows they have beef with the Cullens and will probably welcome discord in them caused by Bella running away. She also knows Aro is curious about everything and might just take this chance.

She narks to Aro and hopes that he agrees this is interesting enough that she should give birth to this thing.

Bella's then very distraught over this as she feels abandoned by the Cullens, even though she had to leave them, and all her attempts to explain this don't sound good over the phone.

Edward, of course, blames Rosalie (which in this case she's not entirely undeserving of blame here).

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #rosalie hale #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #bella swan #meta #headcanon #opinion

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Glasgow Wonka Thoughts

I'll admit that I have been having moments of dismay as I look at fan art of the characters from the Glasgow Willy Wonka Experience thing. Cause a part of me keeps looking at it and going 'We're making fan art of characters made by AI... It's fucking over...'

But then I kinda thought about it for a while. And I saw people's takes. And I saw interviews with the actors playing the lady Oompa Loompa and The Unkown.

Like, we all saw this picture.

We all saw the jokes in the realm of 'drug addict Oompa Loompa' stuff. And it sucks, cause the actress didn't think this would lead to this hell. She was just doing a job.

But then other pictures of her started being posted.

And people started realizing: "Wait... She's TRYING to make this work. She's trying to do her job, and she's trying to make these people happy despite how awful everything is."

And there was a turn around on her. Suddenly, she's the saving grace of the entire thing. Suddenly, she's more of a poor woman who is trying her best to do her job so she can be paid by a bunch of weasels who thought they were making something amazing with just the bare minimum.

Meanwhile, the AI script used to make these characters creates the 'nonsense' character of 'The Unknown'.

Like, I'm well aware that Willy Wonka's story, in every version, is weird as hell. But why in god's name would the factory have a shadowy mask figure living in the walls. Why would Wonka be like, "Yeah, that's fine. They don't have to pay rent."

...But then you watch her performance as the Unknown, which she claims she built herself because the 'AI Script' barely gave her anything to work with.

Look at her.

She's giving Babadook.

She's giving Brahms from The Boy.

She's giving one of those N64 Zelda NPCs that would get on a list of 'nightmare fuel from when we were kids' lists.

No wonder the kids are crying during that clip. She's delivering 'a being known as The Unknown that has been living in the walls'. And it's pageantry!

And I can't help but smile, cause all this does is affirm a human truth:

AI Cannot Replace or Replicate True Human Creativity

It only can through the means of the capitalistic eye that sees art as profit and nothing more.

So yeah: Everyone is going to run in to make the same cheap jokes they can make, but then you also see great art being made in celebration of the effort these two put in. Especially in fandoms, right now.

And yeah, maybe these girls might milkshake duck themselves (the actor playing Wonka already did; he is apparently a groomer; yikes). But their performances already hit people.

Someone is already going to want to make a creature like The Unknown. Maybe they're a horror monster. Maybe they're sympathetic. That'll be different from person to person.

Somebody probably wants to already make a character like the Oompa Loompa: miserable and wants to go home, yet still trying so hard when the moments where she cares strikes. I can see so many comedies and slices of life from that.

And making good art out of inspiration is the best thing to take out of dumb things like this.

To be clear: The higher ups who used AI to make this dumpster fire won't learn a goddamn thing from this. Cause what's new with them.

But we got to get art from people who were trying to be creative and trying to be kind, and it's led to people making more art out of it. And we get to celebrate that new art. Which is the best damn thing!

...I'll get to making my art official soon, I swear...

#Willy Wonka Experience #I dunno: I've been thinking about this all week

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stillsaltyaboutmcr · 1 year

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The Crash: Bradley Bradshaw Part 3

Part one

part two

Part 3!!!! This is where things kinda kick off- hope y’all like it!

Warnings: cursing, mild violence, some innuendos and angsty Rooster with his Dad

Taglist: @fandom-life-12

“What the fuck?” Bradley looked so pissed despite having his dad back. Goose had sat everyone down in the living room. The barbeque had finished and everyone went home. Sat in the room was Goose, Maverick, Penny, Hangman, Rooster and myself. I let Goose do most of the talking, afraid I’d let out insults and just fuel the fire already burning. Rage was consuming me seeing everyone just fine without me, but Goose on the other hand was calm and collected. He was much older than me, and had a lot more history with the two men I felt a hatred for, but yet he didn’t seem to feel any sort of anger.

“I know this is hard to take in, but I’m real, so is she. We’ve went through a lot to find you guys and I for one am very ready to try to rekindle what we all had. I know you probably feel abandoned Brad, but I found my way back to you and I want to be your father again.” Bradley scoffed at his father’s words, looking disgusted that he’d even say that.

“Bradley, don’t.” Maverick spoke up. “You have no idea what happened that day. It was a freak accident. If Goose had the chance to come back that day, he would’ve. Don’t act like he left you.”

Bradley seemed to soften his expression at those words and that just absolutely enraged me. “I’m sorry.” Everyone turned to me. “Last time I checked you’re supposed to be MY dad, not his. His is sitting right here.”

“Honey, you know that I see Bradley like a son. I have since he was born.”

“Don’t ‘honey’ me. Goose has been more of a father to me in the year I’ve spent with him than you have my entire life. You left me for dead! You didn’t even bother to check if I was alive! You only cared if Bradley was and then you both left! What kind of father does that??Goose found me, took me in when he was barely taking care of himself and took me across the globe to find you. That’s what a father does, so don’t ‘honey’ me and lecture me about your view of Bradley.” I was seething at this point. Jake ended up taking me out of the room to let Goose handle it without any further disruptions from me.

“Y/N, I know this is a lot, and I bet this is incredibly hard for you right now, but yelling at everyone isn’t going to get us anywhere right now. Why don’t we go sit upstairs and let you relax huh? I’m sure you’ve had so much stress this past year, why don’t you go lay down?” Jake was soft and tender with me, and usually I’d melt right into him, let myself relax in his arms.

“You don’t know Jake. No one ever thought to check if I made it out alive. No one thought to send rescue out for me when they returned without me.” I had tears running down my face now, I was at a breaking point. “I just wanna know how everyone can be so okay with letting me die?” My voice had softened as the question left my mouth and Jake immediately engulfed me into a hug as I sobbed onto his cotton t-shirt. “Why did they leave me? Why didn’t anyone come to find me?”

“I don’t know baby, I don’t know.” He was rubbing my back and holding me, letting me get it all out.

After awhile Goose came into the kitchen where we were. “Hey kid, you okay?”

“Not really, no. I just wanna go home.”

Goose sighed and looked down. “About that.”

“What about it?” My eyes widened, almost begging him not to say what I think he’s about to say.

“Bradley is coming to live with me, so it’ll be the three of us. Your dad asked for you to move here but I told him you’d need more time, I hope that’s okay.” While I appreciated him standing up for me and letting me stay with him, living with Bradley was not my ideal situation.

“Goose, no. I’m not living with Bradley I’m sorry.”

“Kid, I get it. If I have a say in it, my goal is to keep you both apart as much as possible, maybe try to fix whatever misconception there may be.” I shook my head but knew deep down it’d be better than living with my dad.

“You can always come live with me babe. We’ve been together for awhile now.” Jake spoke up. My head snapped in his direction. Did he really think I’d just fall back into his arms after this? Yes, I may have just cried into his shoulder but that does not mean we’re still together after everything.

“Jake-and I mean this respectfully- how could you think we’re still together after everything that happened? You thought I was dead and now that I’m not, you think we’re just gonna be a couple again? I’m sorry but we’re starting from the bottom here. Everyone here is except for Goose.” Jake’s expression fell.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“We broke up when you all buried an empty casket.” I walked out, bumping into Goose and headed straight for the car. I wanted to go home, even if that meant I had to deal with Bradley.

Soon after Bradley and Goose were exiting the house with a bag in Bradley’s hand. I sighed as they approached the car. “Get out of my seat.” Bradley opened the car door and motioned for me to move but I stayed put. “Are you deaf? I said move.”

“Hey, Brad. Just sit in the back for now, okay kid?” Bradley rolled his eyes and scoffed, climbing into the backseat. “Thank you. Let’s go home kids.”

Goose drove us back to the place the VA gave him to stay until he found a more permanent solution. “Bradley, let me show you to your room, Y/N, go relax for a bit, I’ll come get you when dinners ready okay?” Goose shot me a small smile and I returned it and headed to my room. I knew they both had a lot to talk about and catch up on, even if Bradley didn’t reciprocate the efforts Goose was making.

I could tell he wanted to reconcile with his son, having been gone for decades from his life. Goose wanted nothing more than to find Carol, have a good relationship with his son and pick up where he could, make things semi- how they were. He asked a lot of questions about Bradley during our travels, and he learned about how Bradley and I interacted in our day to day lives. To say Goose was disappointed was an understatement, he even told me once after a late night conversation about it: “Mav and I always joked that you two would end up married in the future. How we were both terribly wrong.”

That statement has stuck with me since. Bradley and I married? I could never see it. I couldn’t see myself getting married to anyone for that matter.

Just as I was about to jump in the shower, my phone went off. “Oh fuck.” I answered begrudgingly, knowing the terror that was about to strike me.

“Y/N? Please tell me this isn’t some sick joke.” Her voice was quiet, broken, tear-ridden. It was Natasha, one of my best friends. I had fully expected her to scream at me and call me a bitch for not calling her sooner, but this was almost worse.

“Hey Nat, it’s really me.” I heard her sobs through the phone as my heart broke. I had forgotten that this affected more people than just my dad and Bradley.

“Oh my God. When Hangman called me, I thought he was playing with me. Oh, Y/N…” Hangman called her, of course he did. Who else did he call?

“Nat, hey it’s okay. I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, I just. I needed to hear your voice, confirm it was true.” Before I could get another word out, she spoke again. “I’ve, I’ve-uh. I’ve spoken to Bob. He won’t answer my calls. I think he’s in shock that you’re alive. He took it really hard when you didn’t come back, we all did. I would love to see you, we all would. I know you have a lot going on, I’m sure of it, but- um- I really need to see your face.” I sighed, tears falling from my own eyes at the mention of Bob’s name. Sweet, sweet Bob. His voice still rings through my ears, yelling at Rooster not to take me down with him.

“For sure Nat, we’ll get together, I have a lot to catch you up on.” A knock appeared at my door. “I have to go though, dinner calls.” I hear her laugh a little and my heart swells.

“Enough said, go eat. I’m sure you’re in need of a good meal.” With that, the call ended and I answered my door to see Bradley.

“What do you want?”

“Goose- er, Dad says that dinners ready, if you want to come down.” I could see it on his face, he was struggling just as much as I was.

“Uh- yeah. I’ll be down in a second.” He nodded and disappeared down the stairs. I couldn’t be feeling sorry for him, could I? After what he did?

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Dinner went well, until Goose told us we were in charge of dishes. We both sighed, but agreed. “Good. You two need to learn to get along because I will not have this constant battle going on in my house.” There’s that dad voice I’ve been waiting to hear.

“Yes sir.” We both spoke before we caught what we said.

“Now get at it. Dishes won’t clean themselves.”

Bradley and I mostly washed and dried in silence, not daring to speak knowing it would only cause trouble. It was going smoothly and we were almost done until he nearly dropped a plate into the rinse side of the sink. “God Bradley! Watch what you’re doing! You incompetent prick.” I caught it and quickly dried it off, placing it with the other in the cabinet above my head. When I came down to my flat feet, an arm wrapped around my waist and spun me around, pinning me to the counter.

“Don’t speak to me like that.” Bradley was inches away from my face. “Shut your mouth.” His practically hissed when he spoke, venom dripping from his mouth.

“Make me.” I straightened up, bringing our bodies flush against each other. “What’re you gonna do? Huh?”

His hand wrapped around my throat and he brought his mouth up to my ear and whispered in a low, hushed tone. “You don’t wanna know what I would do to you.” He released me and moved away before washing the last two dishes and walking out of the kitchen, leaving me speechless. What just happened?

What was I feeling just now? Why did he react that way? Grab me that way? Did I cross a line? Or did he just tell me what the problem has really been all these years?

#jake seresin #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #top gun rooster #top gun au #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman seresin x reader #hangman seresin smut #bob floyd x reader

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"Disengage the fandom and curate your interaction!" - It's not that simple.

One thing I've told about my woes about fandom is "disengage from the fandom" and not to "hyperbolize" or not "open floodgates", and be "rational" and just accept not being "serious storytelling" or else it comes of as "fragility" or I guess would be "breaking from fragility"and being "defensive" and "not touching grass"

And I know this comes from a good place and I know these people mean well...

The problem is that advice doesn't work when it comes to certain fandoms who use these labels and also hyperbolize and "floodgate", the escalation of interaction, and the "consequences" of that. At least in my past experience

The problem is when you try to "disengage with the fandom" requires you to drop social media entirely. And when it comes to pop culture and creativity and start with projects, most of that stuff now requires social media and the internet.

If you "disengage" your often just left with people you know at work who might have no idea what you're talking about and can't help you in any way.

Michael of RetroBlasting of YouTube his Unplugged Video about " 'Ignoring it' and doing nothing"

It isn't the analogue world anymore, you don't just leave a comic book shop full of jackasses and go to another one and continue your business. And toxic fandoms know this too.

In fact this video explains this kind of stuff best

And what toxic fandoms do, is they set you up into a conundrum.

In the game of The Toxic Fandom, if whatever your doing that takes elements of what you liked of safe franchise, especially out of disagreement and disappointment gets big enough, they invade your space and harass you and often resort to their own brand hyperbolizing and "floodgating" first and assume the worst reasons of what makes you happy and what you want.

If you stay composed and rational and use milder words like "disheartened" and "bummed out", accept your ideas being labeled as "not seriously storytelling", and "disengage" from where if your you put stuff out and find another platform.

They see you as a wimp and keep pushing you back because "oh he's just disheartened guys, he'll get over it, so we can keep pushing him around. What's he gonna do? Be Mildly annoyed? LOL!"

and use the fact stayed "this label" instead of changing to "that label" to screw you over because "we need to make room for real storytelling, thats the consequences sorry!" for whatever reason

And if you do anything aggressive or assertive back;

which might involve hyperbolizing and flooding gates, or at the very least get more aggressive with your tone

If you defend yourself from labels and explain why you wanted what you wanted and why it makes you happy, which is not necessarily being 'defensive'

If you do anything that isn't passive...

You "Broke" from "fragility" your being "defensive", your "not being the bigger person" and "not accepting reality"

and you need to "touch grass"

So the fandoms won't let you win

So in this context, you keep being passive and keep on "disengaging" and keep accepting these labels, the fandom will become more bold and invasive and even actively sabotage you by slandering you such as LilithFairen, KnightOfBalance, or Canonseeker does with AUs and ReWrites of RWBY and they might even falsely report too.

So instead of things getting hypothetically better in the long run, the damage gets exponentially worse

Now of course the argument can be made "well there's always gonna be haters no matter what." Of course there will be, so you might as well fight back to stop the unnecessary bleeding.

Now of course there's cases where it is the case where the person is overreacting and need to step back, but the problem is in my experience there's outsiders who don't bother to take the time time and figure out what's going on before making their judgement call because they think they can just assess the situation by just looking at it and make an assumption because they know so much.

Because the think they’re doing this

when in reality their doing this is getting in the way

Another example I can think off is the success of Kamen America which is an active disagreement with what was done with the idea of Captain Marvel, combined with other elements of course so its not a blatant rip off.

Once it got big enough, Captain Marvel fanatics began shrieking its nothing but a "Porn Captain Marvel Rip-Off" and try to reputation assassinate it, which ComicsGate tried to jump in because the "leader" has a personal beef with the creators

And these are the same people who cheer on evil superman clones like Omni-Man and Homelander or cheer on "His Dark Materials Trilogy" which was made by an author who had a big beef with The Chronicles of Narnia and CS Lewis

Because supervision/inversion is awesome when it subverts/inverts things they don't like I guess

So once again, the fans like myself had to step in and say something and fight back so those out of the loop knew what was actually going on.

Once Fandoms become invasive and are policing social media and creativity to a certain magnitude and try to throw what makes us happy to the dogs when the opportunity hits, being passive and rational might not be an option.

Sometimes it is. But sometimes it's not.

#toxic fandom #toxic fanbase #toxic fndm #rwde #insert fandom here #social media #social networks #kamen america #chronicles of narnia

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I don’t understand why some Jikookers are worried that new army will never know about Jikook older moments and go ahead to ship TK because of everything happening now! Why does that matter? The amount of shippers or believers is not what makes them real! It is unfortunate that we live in a world where everyone wants to see to believe! It’s messed up but true! Jikook is the ONLY ship in BTS that ever had the chance of being real yet a majority of the fandom for reasons best known to them, choose to downplay or ignore everything they have shared with us these years! Everyone is ready to hate on them, or make up false narratives or twist their words and actions to suit their stupid narratives! This is not new at all so why should it matter is many pple ship them or not? If Jk and Jimin love each other and want to be together, they will whether the entire fandom supports them or not! The entire fandom loving and supporting or shipping Taekook doesn’t make TK real! TK being the biggest ship in kpop doesn’t make it real especially when you take the time to look at the reasons why they are shipped by so many pple! Have you ever asked yourself why Jikook is the only ship in BTS that gets hated on? Any other ship with Jimin gets love and support! Look at Yoonmin! But everyone goes feral when Jikook is brought up! There is no smoke without fire, and the biggest reason why many pple in this fandom do not like Jikook is because, it is the only ship that actually has potential of being real and more than half of the fandom like Taekook so the hate is inevitable! They see Jimin as a threat to their ship and that is why they hate it when they see Jk and Jimin together! Why do you think they started the narrative that Jikook is all Fanservice? They did it because they also see what we see but they cannot bring themselves to admit it so they find a way to explain it other than what it really is! When Jikook were Jikooking all over the place, but we still saw Jk and Tae getting all mushy did any Jikooker ever call Taekook fanservice? Simple answer NO and do you know why? Because we never saw ANYTHING beyond friendship with those two! Many Jkkrs didn’t feel the need to hate on Tae when he put his arms around Jk or touched him! We didn’t call him a whore or homewrecker because we understood that they were JUST FRIENDS! We were secure in our belief in Jikook so we didn’t have the time to go hating on anyone or trying to prove shit to anyone because we were not insecure! I do agree that there are some toxic Jkkrs but let’s be honest, the only reason why Tae started getting some hate from some Jkkrs was just because some Jkkrs were mad abt the hate JM kept getting from Tkkrs so they started hating Tae as retaliation! Jkkrs never ever had a problem with Tae or saw him as a threat to Jikook! And Tkkrs never had any valid reasons to hate on JM! They only hate him alot, till this day because he is their biggest threat and because they see what we see! It’s funny because even now that we rarely see Jikook together and all we get every 3-5 business days is Taekook, they still go feral when they see a 2 sec Jikook interaction! WHAT ARE Y’ALL SO AFRAID OF?

Listen, the truth is, Jikook might never have as many shippers as Taekook. They might always be hated on as a pair, their interactions will always be downplayed or ignore, their words will always be twisted! There is not much we can do about that but what matters is how they feel about each other! What matters is if THEY want to be with each other, what matters is what THEY mean to each other! Our opinions don’t matter to them! Ofcourse they would love to get alot of love and support but not getting it wouldn’t change how they feel for each other and Taekook being the most famous ship wouldn’t change the fact that they only see each other as friends and nothing more! People have been going crazy these days, running left and right trying go prove Jikook are not real, or they broke up or they are not close anymore! For all we know, those two are breaking each other’s backs now! I don’t know about y’all but as long as both Jk and Jimin look happy, i’m good! I’m not killing myself trying to put one and two together to figure out what is going on with them! What they have shown us so far has told me what i needed to know! They decided to tell us or show us what ever we know about them today, it was THEIR choice! Some other things we saw by chance or because we were nosy lol! If they have decided to be quiet now, that would’nt erase everything else they already said! When Jimin kept running after Jk years ago confessing his love, he didn’t do it because he had all the support or shippers. He did it because he wanted to and that is how he felt! When Jk decided to do a GCF for Jimin, he didn’t do it because jikook had alot of shippers (at that time nobody really shipped Jikook) he did it because he wanted to and that was how he felt! Taekook was already a huge ship at the time and they knew it but that didn’t influence Jk’s decision! He still chose JIMIN! Even after all the hate they kept getting because of the GCF, he still chose to suck Jimin’s ears infront of thousands of pple! He still choose to tell Jimin he loves him! Even after all the death threats Jm received, he didn’t stop loving and talking about Jk! Infact he did it so much that at some point I actually wished he would stop! So what does this tell you? Your opinion of them as a duo really doesn’t matter to them! Tae knew Taekook was the biggest ship yet he asked Tkkrs to get out of their imaginations! So why do you think the number of shippers they have influences the way the see each other? It doesn’t at all! The heart wants what it want! Jk’s heart wants JM and vice versa and nothing can change that! The day they stop loving and wanting wach other, they would move on but don’t even for one second think that your opinion as a shipper has anything to do with it!!

I don’t understand why Jikookers are worried that new Armys will never know about Jikook older moments.

I'm pretty sure none of us care. Yeah. We hate that the Tkk ship is the one YT recommends first which is why these pests keep multiplying. But other than that we could give 2 shits about new Armys who ship tkk. If you don't care to watch original content. If you don't care to find out if what people are telling you is the truth then you don't deserve to support Jikook anyway.

The only reason why Tae started getting some hate from Jkkrs was just because they were mad about the hate JM kept getting from Tkkrs so they started hating Tae as retaliation

Also not true. Anyone doing this was never ot7 to begin with. Jkkrs who get mad at V and the Jkkrs who are now ot6 did not do it out of retaliation. They did it because V's behaviour keeps garnering more and more hate for Jimin every single day. And he doesn't seem like he's in a hurry to stop. So some Jkkrs have began to feel some type of way about it. It has nothing to do with revenge. Its has more to do with Jkkrs not believing that V doesn't know that his actions have consequences.

Jikook might never have as many shippers as Taekook

Idk anon. Jikook was once one of the most underrated ships. In fact in the beginning no one wanted Jikook to be a pair because they hated how JK treated Jimin. Joining the fandom now, you have 10 years worth or content. Forget that. Joining the fandom in 2015 onwards you came at a time when JK had already cleaned up his act and started treating Jimin like he deserved to be treated. But I dare u to watch their early Bangtan bombs or early edits. Look at comments from 8 years ago. Its people in comment section begging for Jimin to stop doing too much. To leave JK alone because he clearly doesn't feel the same way. People crying everytime JK put Jimin last in looks. We who came later have the benefit of hindsight. Armys from 2013/14 only saw things in real time and they didn't like what they saw. So the Jikook ship was among the least popular.

What I'm I saying? I'm saying as we speak, Jikook is the second biggest BTS ship rn. Yoonmin and Namjin used to be way up there but Jikook are gaining fans every single day. So I won't be shocked if we surpass the cult one day. Honestly. Our videos be getting just as many views as theirs these days. Jikook reactors getting the same if not more views than Tkk reactors. It is, what it is.

Apart from that anon I love everything else you had to say; don't even for a second think that your opinion as a shipper has anything to do with it!

They like to boast that Tkk is the biggest ship and I'm like

Because Tkk may be the biggest ship overall but Jikook is the biggest ship in South Korea. Like, that to me is more important considering that's where BTS comes from and they have the knowledge of cultural difference. Then we have the fact that most gay Army ship Jikook. I mean, that right there also tells u all u need to know. (Unless you're youtuber Dave who is only doing it for money) Tkkrs are either underage girls or middle aged married women who are hella neglected by their husbands so they have no clue what romance looks like, or really older women who never had the pleasure of enjoying sexual tension. We all know the older generation were not about certain things. Of course not all are like this. But to support Tkk you have to be lacking in alot of aspects of your life. That is all.

Anyway, anon. Yes to everything else you said. This was a great read. I appreciate you 😘😘😘

#ask shaz #bts ask #the vermin #jikook #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook

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sins-and-wins-with-vix · 1 year

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Everything Right/Wrong with “Rebooted” E1: The Surge

Sooo it’s been awhile but we’re back! Disclaimers: Show owned by LEGO. This is not a professional review/critique - it’s mainly intended for comedy!

Make sure to reblog, comment, and like! And tell me your thoughts!

- This season is titled “Rebooted,” get it? Cuz the show got rebooted for this season after it was supposed to end? And also the season itself deals with technology? And also if you’re anything like me this season makes you wanna reboot yourself so you can forget chunks of it ever happeneD- ❌

- Not my favorite intro or remix, but I still gotta admit it’s pretty cool, even if I do miss the family photo-like style of the OG ✅

- In the original intro it was just Cole, but now it seems that everyone except for Lloyd has lost their smiling privileges ❌ (the pic below shows everyone with their masks up but it’s taken from a later ep)

- The longer you look at this image, the more awkward the poses get… Seriously, look at all of them for a good while and try to explain what they’re doing ❌

- I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… this show knows music! 2 seconds into the actual episode and this score is already giving me goosebumps ✅

- ^ There’s a lot to say about this photo so I’m just gonna break it down here:

- Jay rocking the pose ✅

- Zane tried ✅

- Kai leaning on Jay… and maybe struggling to balance while doing so? ✅

- Cole is giving Dareth a piggy-back ride and I think we all wish we were Dareth right now ✅

- And Lloyd is very confused as to where the camera is apparently ✅

- “Ninjago City soon became… New Ninjago City.” Creative. ❌

- Also it’s never actually referred to as “New Ninjago City” much after this season, or even in it tbh ❌

- “And it became the center for great technological advancements.” Most of which will exit and re-enter the plot at any given time that’s most convenient for the writers because who needs continuity? ❌

- At first I was gonna ask who tf sings in the shower like this (Kai was just making random, loud noises - no actual words, and it didn’t seem like humming) but while typing I realized that this actually seems more akin to vocal stimming so… neurodivergent Kai canon? ✅

- “Brad got an ultra remote from New Ninjago City and it’s controlling Mr. Zane!” HOW? ❌

- “Mr. Cole is the worst!” Child echoes most of the fandom this early in the show’s run ❌

- Kai’s pudding cup was sitting in his bag with no lid or covering whatsoever ❌

- Wait, the ninja don’t have powers anymore because they don’t have the blades, so how did Zane freeze Jay’s pudding cup? I get that he’s a nindroid, but he doesn’t use ice powers for anything else until later this season when they officially get their powers back ❌

- “Why is it that whenever I teach, I get the feeling that none of the boys are listening?” Oh, I know the answer to this one!⬇️

- “I saved you some pudding.” “What did we talk about?” “Oh, right, boundaries.” You probably have some questions right now, like, “did Jay and Nya break up?” And “Why did they break up?” And most importantly, “are we ever gonna get answers to these questions?” And the answer to that is: No. live and die in wonder ❌

- They get clearance for a field trip that they have to take the day of? You could argue that Borg was in a rush to get the techno blades to the ninja and wanted to take this opportunity while he still could, and Wu really wanted to do this field trip so Nya jumped at it as well, and to that I say… that’s actually a pretty good argument. Well done.

- “If you ask me, people should concern themselves with the lessons of the past - not waste their time on disposable fads of tomorrow…” Of all characters, why would Kai have this sentiment? Especially since they already established Cole as the “lame” one. I guess I wouldn’t say it’s entirely ooc, but it still makes it abundantly clear that they had no idea what they wanted to do with Kai this season ❌

- Wu instructs Nya to “get a move on,” which she does, and immediately drives down a steep mountain, while Wu stands, unsupported, in the front of the bus ❌

- But ya know what? Nya saw her chance to attempt murder and went with it, and I can respect that ✅

- “Wow… you leave town a short while and-“ everything becomes tinted in blue?

- This bit where everything tech-related doesn’t wanna work for Kai is even funnier when you consider that it’s technically all sentient and controlled by the Overlord ✅

- “Your hardware is outdated and your processor is slow and incompatible with ours.” Line is not followed by air horns ❌

- “Even now, he is working on a digiverse…” foreshadowing ✅

- “They have a perfect match console!” Why do I feel a part of my soul dying?

- “What’s perfect match?” Seriously, why do I have this gut feeling that something very very bad is about to happen… like I’m about to witness a moment that will forever go down as this show’s worst writing decision ever?

- “It finds your perfect partner with flawless results!” Wait…

- “Hello, Nya…” No…

- “You are an independent, self-confident young woman who refuses to be in a boy’s club…” please… please don’t do this

- ^ OH GOD F*CKING D*MMIT ❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌

- “I would’ve guessed ninja to sneak in the window… not take the elevator.” Apparently, Borg wanted the ninja to rob him ❌

- There’s no way Jay was this big a fan of Borg but didn’t know he had prosthetic legs ❌

- Most people have heard by now that the inclusion of Borg being disabled wasn’t really done for the sake of representing disabled people so much as it was for the convenience of the situation, but you’d think at least one of the writers would’ve said, “hey, maybe this statue we’re making of a character who can’t use their legs SHOULDN’T be STANDING normally on those two legs?” Could it really have been that hard to work the wheelchair into that statue design? Really? ❌

- “First you call us pedestrians and now we’re assailants?!” Jay finds these both equally insulting, which is not only hilarious, but also in-character since Crystalized showed us the only thing that offends the ninja more than being considered evil is being considered average ✅

- “Let the elevator have the techno-blades Kai! I think its made its point!” Jay has the backbone of a noodle, which we knew but still

- “Looks like we just quit our day jobs!” Don’t think I didn’t just see Cole’s mouth move with Kai’s voice ❌

- “Why don’t boys ever listen to me???” D*mmit, Nya do I need to bring the misogyny gif back out?

- “It’s not sharp. Why even call it a blade!?” Good question ❌

- Also, did you really need to test it out to see it wasn’t sharp? Couldn’t you have just, ya know, looked? ❌

- *glass cracks* “Oh snap.” ✅

- Why would breaking the window cause them all to immediately fly out of it? Before someone who actually understands physics comes into my comment section and explains how this works, I’m gonna cut you off and say I refuse to believe there’s an explanation that wouldn’t violate at least one health and safety protocol. OSHA: my scapegoat so I don’t have to learn how science works! ❌

- “You tried to give them the only thing that could defeat me and thought I wouldn’t notice?!” You DIDN’T notice - not until the ninja broke the statue - and tbh, you really should’ve. I get Overlord had to be cautious so as not to reveal himself too early on, but he literally watched Borg invite the ninja to his office, tell them it’s better if Lloyd wasn’t there, then send them off with a massive statue as a parting gift. Hell, Overlord has constant eyes on Borg, right? Did he not see him making new suits and shoving them, along with the blades, into the statue? ❌

- “A PROMISE ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH!” Admittedly, I have problems with Overlord this season, but I will NEVER insult his voice acting ✅

- I really can’t tell if Borg is screaming or laughing in this scene, which is probably the only reason it made it past the censors ❌

- “Cole, throw me!” “Excuse me?!?” “Throw me!” ✅

- I know it’s just the first episode, but I’m curious as to what they’re gonna do for new toys sets this wave- “The techno blade must’ve hacked the hover-copter’s system! Zane controls it!” Oh, there they are

- “*lying* I always said Mr. Cole was my favorite!” Accurate representation of middle schoolers… I’m counting that as a sin ❌

- “Anyone else feeling all tingly inside?” No!… maybe… ✅

- “I have given you new outfits to help block the facial recognition software.” They never actually do this. ❌

- “Robots vs. ninja? Dare I ask?” Someone mentioned awhile ago that Lloyd enters like a guest star on a sitcom and honestly they’re right ✅

- Also family hug! ✅

- “With a 4.2% chance of success, I’d say hope is slim.” “That’s why it’s called hope, Zane!” I actually have a lot to say about Zane’s arc this season, but for now I’m just gonna win this as foreshadowing and move on ✅

- “We will, but only when you’re safe!” “He wants these weapons, and for some reason, he also wants you. Remember, this was sensei’s plan. They can’t break him!” “Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has yet to come. We need to worry about today!” “You said it, Zane!” “We will come back to New Ninjago City, and when we do, we’ll be ready!” I get Jay isn’t really depicted as the wise one, but was it really fair of the writers to take four inspirational, end-of-episode lines and only split them among 3 of 4 characters? Come on, give him a little credit! ❌

- ^ No. assembly line system. Could ever. F*cking. Function like this. ❌

Sentence: Ninjago Reboot….. (1/4)

#ninjago sins/wins #lloyd garmadon #ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago pixal

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