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isa-beenme · 9 months

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Heyy for the acotar bingo can you do second option??? Or maybe co workers but like modern! Au

I saw this and was like: what if I used BOTH??!!!!

I also noticed you didn't specified any character so WELCOME BACK RHYSAND HIGH LORD OF THE NIGHT COURT MUAHAHAHAHAHA

See? I did this without putting Feyre as a villain we can all do that

Also I made this angst I don't care I like pain

HEY, I kind of did a universe like CC so, faes and magic but elevators and cellphones? Is that right?

Warning: Almost happy ending more to the no than to the yes, no fluff, angst

Waiting On A Miracle

During the day in Velaris, it was not uncommon for you to find Rhysand, CEO of the renowned Nightstar Corporation, and your boss, pacing around his room in a nervous walk. He often found himself facing a problem that seemed almost insufferable. Despite his wealth, success, and influence, Rhysand's heart yearned for one thing that had eluded him for far too long – true love. He believed that having a powerful and talented woman by his side could raise his spirits and complete his life, filling the void he usually felt in his heart.

He carefully crafted the life he wanted to have, made plans for his future, and ignored the past. It wouldn't be different for the moment he would have to choose a wife. You knew that, always have. And yet, in the darkest moments of the night, you imagined yourself as his choice. You had the knowledge it would never be you. What could you even offer? Coming from a powerful family you were the only one without a drop of magic in your blood. You could winnow and that's all, it ended right there. Everything you lacked in magic you worked hard to compensate for in brains. You were at the top of your class, numerous prizes filled your house and you worked for the best. But in the end, you would never be enough for anyone but yourself.

Rhysand turned to you in one of his days of pacing around and thinking about his future. It was actually a routine to wait for him to finally sit down, you would offer any candy in your drawer and he would smile. Sometimes he would praise you and even send a kiss, memories of your bubbly past with him would fill your heart and both of you would go back to work. Now you worked closely with him in the upper echelons of Nightstar, but in the past, you had shared moments of intimacy, a colorful and passionate friendship during college and the years before his rise. This relationship, even if it had left an undeniable mark on both of you, had turned into a mere spark that often burned a little brighter with every interaction.

But now, Rhysand found himself feeling distracted and consumed by thoughts of his future marriage. It was difficult for him to concentrate on anything else, and he realized that he had to choose soon or else he would become a madman. Taking a deep breath, he picked up his phone and called you while you were in your office, requesting you to come to his room for an important discussion.

As you entered his office, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and hope. You and he had been through so much together, and lately, things seemed different between you. Maybe, just maybe, he was finally going to confess his true feelings for you. You were waiting for a miracle.

-What did you want to talk about, Rhysand? - You asked, trying to keep your emotions in check - Is it so important for you to make me get up and travel to the other side of the corridor? - Rhysand looked at her with a mix of hesitation and determination.

-I wanted to talk to you about something important. I've been doing a lot of thinking as you saw, and I've come to a decision.

-Yes, what is it? - Your heart skipped a beat, and you leaned in slightly, your hope rising. It was stupid but you still thought. Maybe…

-I've decided to try a relationship with someone - He said, choosing his words carefully.

-Oh, really? That's great news, maybe the cabinet will finally stop bothering you with that - You were trying to sound nonchalant while your heart raced with anticipation.

-Yes, her name is Feyre - Rhysand said, watching your reaction carefully.

Of course, his choice was none other than Feyre, a remarkable and gifted individual, possessing an extraordinary talent that set her apart from others. Being such a powerful female and still making time to search for what she truly loves was definitely a courageous thing to do. You couldn't deny the appeal. The hope in your heart dimmed instantly, replaced by a mixture of disappointment and sadness.

-Feyre? That's... that's wonderful - You said, trying to mask her feelings. Rhysand noticed the change in your demeanor, and a pang of guilt washed over him. He knew he was hurting you, and he wished he could find the right words to make things better.

-I thought you'd be happy for me - He said gently, trying to explain himself - I've been trying to get over this step of my life for a long time - You managed a weak smile, though your heart felt heavy.

-Of course, I am. Feyre is wonderful, and you deserve to be happy - Rhysand sighed, feeling the weight of his decision.

-The thing is, I don't really know her. We talked once at a party and it was quite good. But I don't know her - Your brows furrowed at his declaration - I know what you're thinking, but I'm sure I'll get to marry her in the end. It's not that hard to fall in love with me - He tried to joke, but you weren't in the mood for it, both his decision and the situation being too much for you. He sighed and dropped his posture on the chair - Look, I care about you, and I value our friendship and our work together. I hope you understand that this doesn't change anything between us.

-Of course, I understand. What we had during college was just… distraction. I'm glad you found someone that can fit in your necessities - But inside, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and sadness. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe, you were the one he had chosen. Maybe all those times he was thinking about you. Nothing less than a miracle could take you out of the place your lack of magic put you on.

As you left his office, Rhysand felt a mix of relief and regret. He had been honest with you, but he couldn't shake the guilt he felt for the pain he caused. He knew he had to give his relationship with Feyre a chance, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder what might have been with you.

In the days that followed, he tried to be there for you as a friend, hoping to mend any rift that had formed between your relationship. He wanted to preserve the connection you had, even if it couldn't be what none of you had hoped for. And as he embarked on his new pursuit with Feyre, Rhysand couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right choice. There was a part of him that still felt drawn to you, a lingering feeling that maybe, in another time and place, things could have been different.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the city skyline with hues of orange and pink as Rhysand sat in his office, deep in thought. He had been racking his brain all day, trying to plan the perfect first date for Feyre, something that would sweep her off her feet and show her how much he cared.

-Okay, so first, we'll start with a candlelit dinner at that small Italian restaurant in the venue next to my house - Rhysand mused aloud, his mind drifting to the cozy corner table he had shared with you hundreds of times when you both worked late night and he invited you to sleep at his house, laughing and sharing stories over plates of delicious pasta and wine - Then, we'll take a stroll through the park, hand in hand, talking and laughing - He tried to continue, the image of your smile and the warmth of your hand in his flashing before his eyes.

Rhysand sighed, realizing that everything he was planning for Feyre was merely a reflection of the moments he had lived with you. It struck him like a bolt of lightning – he knew you so well, knew what made you happy and what made your heart sing, but when it came to Feyre, he was completely lost. A mixture of guilt and confusion washed over him. He had been so focused on pursuing Feyre, believing she was the key to completing his life, that he hadn't even noticed his own heart steering him in another direction. The truth hit him like a tidal wave – he was in love with you.

Rhysand leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with the realization. How could he have missed it? He needed Feyre in his life because of his job and status, but it was you who had captured his heart in a way he had never thought possible. You had been there for him, understood him in ways no one else did, and your moments together were the most cherished memories he had.

He only had to choose. Feyre and his job. Or you and his heart.

It never took him long to decide. With the decision already made in his head he dialed your number in his phone and asked you to meet him at the rooftop garden – the very place where you had shared so many of your intimate conversations and moments. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you arrived, looking curious and slightly apprehensive.

-What's going on, Rhysand? - You asked, your gaze searching his face for answers.

-I was trying to plan a date for Feyre, but as I was describing it, I realized that everything I was saying… it's what we used to do, what we've done together - He paused after saying it, but you sensed it wasn't enough, his hesitation preparing you for the worst.

-What do you really want to talk about? - You asked, taking a seat across from him. Rhysand took a deep breath, his heart feeling heavy with the weight of what he was about to say.

-I need to talk to you about your position in the company - He began, trying to find the right words.

-What about it? Is there an issue? - You frowned, sensing the unease in his voice.

-I've decided to downgrade your position - Rhysand looked down for a moment before meeting your gaze again - You are going to work with Azriel now - The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you could barely believe what you were hearing.

-What? Why? Have I done something wrong? - Your heart starts to beat faster. Everything you ever worked for, the life you sacrificed yourself numerous times to have, everything was crumbling down right in front of you.

-It's not about that - Rhysand replied, trying to keep his emotions in check - I've realized that I'm getting too distracted by you, and I need to focus on my pursuit of Feyre. I can't afford any more complications - Your eyes welled up with tears, and your initial shock turned to anger quicker than you could process what he said.

-Are you serious right now? You're downgrading me because you don't know how to flirt properly with Feyre without thinking about me? I can't believe you, Rhysand! This is ridiculous! - You shout out, your anger rising with each passing second as your mind realized what he just said - Are you fucking out of your mind? You are the one having problems and I am the one who had to suffer and sacrifice a part of my life?

-I know it sounds harsh, and I'm sorry - Rhysand said, his voice softening - But I can't deny my feelings for you any longer. You've become a distraction, and I need to put some distance between us - You stood up abruptly, your emotions boiling over.

-You're unbelievable! First, you loved me and slept with me, and now you're acting like it meant nothing? I thought we were friends at least! - Rhysand looked pained, guilt etched across his features.

-It's not that it meant nothing. It meant everything, and that's why I need to do this. I can't bear the thought of losing you, but I can't continue like this either - Your anger turned into hurt, and tears streamed down your cheeks.

-So, I'm just some inconvenience standing in the way of what you want? I thought you cared about me!

-I do care about you - Rhysand said, his own voice catching with emotion - That's why I made sure to keep the same salary, the same schedule and readjusted you to one of my best men. You will be treated well and-

-It's about that, you idiot! Do you even know me? It's not about the job itself, it's the fact that you are downgrading me for a problem that's not even mine to solve! - Your eyes poured out tears like no tomorrow would come. You looked into the skies and asked yourself if it was actually real - You know me. You know my family, my history. You know the world we live in. I don't have magic, Rhysand. And without that I have nothing. You know the number of colleges that denied my application because of my lack of powers. The only thing I ever had was my brain and my position and now you are taking it from me too.

-But it's not about your powers-

-Shut up - You interrupted him again, feeling a new wave of emotion flooding you - We both know that it is. If I had any kind of power, you would've chosen me to be your wife. Wouldn't you? - His silence told everything you needed to know, when he dropped his eyes to the ground you knew it was over - I can't believe I fell for you. I thought you were different, but you're just like every other male who only cares about his own ambitions.

-No, it's not like that - Rhysand protested, reaching out to touch your arm. But you pulled away before he could get any closer, his heart shattered a bit more.

-Don't touch me. And don't come looking for me. I need some time to take all of my things from the office and change to Azriel's - You said with a sarcastic tone, still in disbelief at what happened to you.

As you walked out of the rooftop, Rhysand sank into one of the seats, his heart heavy with regret and guilt. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and the weight of his decision was crushing him. He had let his pursuit of power and his job blind him to what truly mattered – the connection he had and the love that had grown between the both of you. He let his mind decide what was best for him and now he lost everything that mattered.

He realized that he had been selfish, trying to keep you close as a confidant and friend while pursuing someone else. It wasn't fair to you, and it wasn't fair to him either. He had to confront his feelings and figure out what he truly wanted.

As the minutes turned into hours, Rhysand couldn't concentrate on anything else, especially when he looked outside the door and the lights in your office were turned off, emptiness filling the room. The only thing you left at your table was the gifts he gave to you during all those years working together.

The night kept tense as Rhysand now stood before Feyre, his mind blank as the thought of your tears kept rushing back and forth. He had finally worked up the encounter to talk with Feyre, hoping that she would see the potential in their union. But as he looked into her eyes, he felt nothing and knew that the outcome would not be what he so fiercely desired.

-You heard my proposal. We could make a formidable pair, and I believe we could accomplish great things together - But his voice was an empty whole, his expression a paint of his sorrow.

-Is that all this is about? Power and necessity? - Feyre raised an eyebrow, and he could tell she knew something was wrong.

-It's not just about that - But the phrase came out in a whisper of uncertainty, he sighed and put his head on his head, not even looking at the female in front of him anymore - Or at least I thought or hoped it wouldn't be - Feyre's gaze softened, and she smiled a bit. Always the sweet and comprehensive Feyre.

-Rhysand, I appreciate your honesty and your proposal, I am truly honored. But power and necessity are not enough for a marriage. We need more than that. We need love, trust, and a deep emotional connection - He said with a smile, holding his hand through the table and offering reassurance.

-I know - Rhysand said, his heart sinking - And I thought I could find that with you. In the future - Feyre shook her head gently, even laughing a little.

-Rhysand, I'm attracted to females. I've always been honest about my feelings and who I am. I can't give you the love you deserve, not in that way - His head went up and his eyes widened in surprise.

-I didn't know. I swear to you. I'm deeply sorry if I knew I would never propose such nonsense - He captured her hands in both of his and took it to his head, pleading forgiveness - I shouldn't have proposed this stupid thing to anyone, actually. I'm so sorry.

-It's okay. I never talked about it in public, you wouldn't know. I'm still getting comfortable with it - Her eyes sparkled with something he couldn't tell, but he knew she had forgiven him - You're an incredible man, Rhysand, and you deserve someone who can love you the way you need to be loved.We both deserve to find happiness in our own ways - He could only raise her hand to his lips and press a kiss in it. Thankful. He felt thankful - You're a good male, Rhysand. Don't ever doubt that. But you need to stop being so stubborn and let yourself live for your emotions, not just your company.

-I'll try - He nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and pain in his heart. As he walked away from Feyre that night, Rhysand felt a sense of both loss and relief.

As he found himself standing outside your door, he knew that the one who truly held his heart was waiting for him inside. It was time for him to stop denying his emotions in favor of his job and take a chance on love, on the person who had been there for him all along.

With a newfound determination, Rhysand knocked on the door, ready to embrace the future with open arms. Whatever the outcome, he knew that he couldn't keep hiding behind his company and ambitions, it was time for him to live for his emotions and the person who had captured his heart.

As the door opened, your eyes widened in surprise and confusion at the sight of Rhysand standing there, looking both heartbroken and determined. Before you could say anything, he began to speak, his voice wavering with emotion.

-I need to tell you the truth - Rhysand said, his voice barely above a whisper - I love you. I've loved you for so long, and I can't bear the thought of losing you. I've been such a fool, pursuing power and hiding behind my ambitions, when all this time, you were the one I wanted.

-You think a big declaration can make everything go back into place? - You cut him off before he could continue, your voice trembling with anger and sadness -Do you realize how much you hurt me? Did you even listen to what I said? How can I trust you, Rhysand?

-I know I hurt you, and I'm so sorry. I was blind to my own feelings, and I pushed you away when all I wanted was to be with you - Rhysand's shoulders slumped, and tears welled up in his eyes.

-You can't just say sorry and expect everything to be okay. You made your choice, Rhysand, and it wasn't me - The desperation in his eyes became evident as you moved to close the door. He ran and stopped you as fast as he could.

-I thought it was what I wanted, but I was wrong - Rhysand said, tears streaming down his cheeks - I can't lose you. I can't live without you.

-You can't just walk back into my life and expect everything to be fine. I don't know if I can trust you again - Your heart ached at the sight of his vulnerability, but you couldn't forget the pain he had caused. The things you lost because of him.

-I love you so much, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you - He declared, his voice raw with emotion - Please, give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me.

You felt torn apart, your heart wanting to believe him but also fearful of being hurt again. You took a step closer, bringing him inside your house before closing the door again. The same way Rhysand had made his decisions days before, you had made yours. In a moment of emotion, your lips met his in a kiss, a mixture of love, pain, and longing shared between you. It was a moment of desperation and yearning, the culmination of your intense feelings for each other. But as the kiss ended, you stepped back.

-I need time - You whispered, voice shaking with desperation - I need time to process everything, to figure out if we can ever find a way back to each other.

-I'll wait - He said, his voice filled with determination - However long it takes, I'll wait for you.

You nodded once before kissing him again, the movement memorized in your own being, the pattern very well known by both of you as you took off his coat and his shirt as you moved blindly towards your room. He knew where everything was, he knew every part of your body and every part of your heart. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough if he didn't know how to treat your heart. He knew you, you knew him, but neither of you knew how to deal with each other.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, the heaviness of the previous night's emotions lingered in the air. Rhysand found himself lost in your room. Your side of the bed was empty when he tried to find you. He lifted his head and started to walk around, searching for you all over your house, a place he knew like the back of his hand. He found you in the living room, hair still messy from the night before, lips still swollen and only a robe covering your body. He could get used to this vision.

-Good Morning. I thought that maybe we could - But you held up your hand, stopping him mid-sentence.

-I've had time to think, and I can't be in a relationship with you - You said, her voice resolute but tinged with sadness. Rhysand felt a mix of shock and disappointment wash over him, but he understood your decision. He cut you deeply, and he couldn't expect you to jump back into a relationship with him after everything that had happened.

-I... I understand - His voice barely above a whisper, looking at you with the hope that you would look back at him - I was a horrible person to you, and I'm sorry for everything I put you through.

-I appreciate your apology, Rhysand. But I need to move on from this and focus on my own happiness - Rhysand couldn't help but feel a sense of loss as he watched you stand firm in your decision. He had hoped for a different outcome, but he knew he had to respect your wishes after all.

-Well, at least go back to your position as my assistant - He suggested, trying to find some semblance of their previous relationship. But you only shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips.

-I'm sorry, Rhys, but I think I've found my place with Azriel. I'm very comfortable working with him, and I believe it's the right choice for me - Rhysand felt a pang of disappointment, realizing that he had truly lost you in every possible way. He had been blind to what he had in front of him, and now he was facing the consequences.

As he made his way to his car, the weight of his actions and the loss of your presence overwhelmed him. He felt defeated, lost, and uncertain of what the future held for him. But just as he was about to get into his car, he heard your voice calling out his name. He turned around to see you standing in front of the door, he looked at you hesitant but hopeful.

You took a deep breath, and for a moment, he saw a glimmer of hope in your eyes, as you considered what you were about to say.

-You can still send me messages, you know? Maybe there's still a chance for us, or maybe not. But if you ever want to talk, I'll be here. I'll think about answering them.

Rhysand felt a mixture of relief and uncertainty at your words. Maybe there was still a sliver of hope for you, a chance to rebuild what had been broken. But he also knew that he had a long way to go to earn your trust and love back. And maybe he would have a bit of competition with Azriel as your boss.

-Thank you - He said, his voice filled with gratitude - I'll take the chance.

And with that, you stood there for a moment, watching as he processed his emotions. Neither of you knew what the future held, but both of you were willing to find out. And with that, he left, giving you the space you needed. It's not a happy ending, but it was a step towards something real – a chance for both of you to confront your past, and your emotions, and to decide if love could endure the pain and uncertainty that lay ahead.

#spotify #acotar #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #rhys acotar #rhysand

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kankuroplease · 11 months

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What is Michi like as a parent?

Michi is very gentle natured, that wouldn’t change much as a parent

She would have baby in her room for convenience for feedings and she just wants him there. So no point in a nursery for the first year

Co-sleeps. She tries not to do it too often because it’s not the safest thing when he’s so little. But he does have a travel bassinet she can place him in on the bed

Does more baby wearing than putting him in a stroller. The only time he’s in a stroller is if she’s jogging

Calls Madara for advice if Mugen is being particularly fussy because he’s strangely knows a lot of baby things

She believes “it takes a village”, so she’d make sure everyone in their lives is familiar with Mugen and he respects them.

Sets up times to visit all four grandparents

Never expects him to be perfect but ask that he always tries his best

Doesn’t correct people when they think he’s a girl. She doesn’t care what others think, he looks cute

Does yoga with him

Cuddles and hugs him a lot

Tells him his beauty mark on his forehead is an angel kiss from grandfather Hizashi while the one on his mouth was to remind him to use his voice in life.

Let’s him run around barefoot and self dressed despite disapproval from some of the older Hyuga. “He’s a little kid. lighten up.”

Very enthusiastic about the horrid little kid drawings he makes for her

Brings Mugen to visit Neji, Hinata, and Hanabi

Also takes him to parks regularly for fresh air and wild life

Has some issues speaking up for herself, but tries hard to be heard for Mugen’s sake.

Definitely has a bag filled with everything from snacks to bandaids and more. She doesn’t want to be unprepared for things.

As he grows she’d mark his height on a doorframe sort of forced Tenten, Neji, and Lee (and the rest of Neji’s men) to get measured too so Mugen can see how tall everyone is and muses with him how tall he’ll be one day

She’s signing him up for jui-jitsu at an early age because learning martial arts gave her a lot more confidence and it’s a good form of self discipline/defense

Tells him to respect his elders but, they should be be respectful him too. It goes both ways

Encourages him to be nice to his classmates and friends

She’d teach him how to skateboard with Chiha and Tenten. This is their little secret because grandfather Hiashi might actually have a heart attack

Also let him work out with Lee and Neji

Plays restaurant with him and thinks it’s so cute how he tries so hard to be a waiter and gets huff if she or anyone else says something about their “order”

Once he starts at the academy, she’ll cry. HE’S JUST A BABY (he’s literally 4)

Also crying happily at all his accomplishments

Preteen - teen would be hard on her. Not because he’s a bad kid, he’d be a very respectable young man, he’s just really not a baby anymore and very independent. He also is a genius and would end up graduating early. Sending her young teen to college wasn’t on her bingo card 🥲

Still makes him his lunches and ruffles his hair.

Probably does that embarrassing face cleaning thing some moms do still

Definitely the “who’s your friend?” “You should ask them out!😃” mom if she sees he’s expressing interest in anyone.

#ask #tattoo shop au #oc: michi uchiha #my art #kpz tsau ℹ️

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stormblessed95 · 1 year

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If you don't want to answer because I attached the link please address it in a separate post, because i really can't believe he's dating a woman after doing all of that to Jimin.

This did not take long. Wow. I applaud you for being the first to allow me to mark off a Bingo card spot!

Doesn't it amaze anyone else how people are so incapable of thinking for themselves and have no problems with photos or people who they believe have invaded a members privacy??

Just so you know, for one, Jimin is fine. He doesn't need you white knighting to save him from anyone "doing all that" to him. He seems to enjoy it. If JK is dating a women, still no one needs your white knighting and Jimin still seems fine and is releasing a song with someone he loved and admired in the industry. Focus more on that than his relationships please. Your priorities are a bit screwy here.

Second, the links you sent me are from a Jimin akgae account who posts about wanting to kick out the other maknaes from the group all the time. They are attaching random women to Tae and JK constantly trying to stir up dating rumors. So either they are fucking a new girl/person every week, (which would be their prerogative and I hope it's good!) Or it's a bunch of baloney made up by a bitter and jealous person. Either way, it doesn't matter snd those people deserve zero amounts of anyone's attention.

Third, the photo that akgae account used came from a French Instagram celebrity gossip account. These things aren't hard to find if you actually apply yourself just a little anon. They look for clout wherever they can find it and have fixated on again, Tae and JK from BTS for their BTS gossip posts. Including posts about how they have confirmation taekook are dating. Posts about how JK is flirting hard and pursuing Lisa. Posts about how Tae and Jennie are a real couple, are still dating and how the narrative around the "leaked photos" wasn't true but the relationship is. Posts about JKs supposed non celeb girlfriend. All at the same time. So either taekook are the poly couple of the century (which if they are and JK is dating Jimin too, then clearly they are all fine with that and so your white knighting is still unnecessary, Tae also would probably want some of Jimins love too) or.... it's a bunch of clout chasing seeking engagement baloney. Use your brain. Please.

Fourth! There is zero indication that the person in the photo is even a) Jungkook, just because it sort of looks like him, doesn't necessarily mean it is, b) is him sitting down with that person because the angle is funny and the photo is blurry, he could just be walking past, c) that he is on a date with a woman because the other person's gender is unclear because all you see is a back and some black hair with undetermined length even too. And d) that if it is JK and he is sitting with someone, that the other people sitting there too aren't also with them and it was a group outing. Same thing for your other link too. From the same problematic account.

Lastly, you successfully marked off my "deals in rumors and speculation" box and I'm marking off the "they are all straight and will marry girls" box for you as well. Since I made that one with the notion of anons pulling up with them dating girls rumors and ideations. Keep your hero complex to yourself, Jimin (or any other members) are not in need of it. Whatever their relationships are to each other, I'm sure it's all consensual so you don't need to try and insert yourself. I know for a fact they didn't consent to YOU being involved in whatever they've got going on... sooo leave it alone?

I just posted my bingo card yesterday. I promise it wasn't an invitation to check things off! Really, the way I truly win is to not check it off! Lol and no, I will not be posting your links or photos because I don't deal in rumors and speculations. Thank you.

#jikook #kookmin #jikook antis #because i crush hopes and dreams over here

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sophie-hatter-jenkins · 30 days

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A collection of Hinny-centric drabbles, microfics and one-shots written for the Ginny Lovers Discord server 5-Year Ginnversary Bingo game.

Chapter 13 - Home

It was a bright warm day in May, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

Happy birthday to the legend that is deadwoodpecker!

Rating - Mature (because Ginny has a foul mouth when she's angry too)

Read on AO3 from the beginning or continue below the cut for the latest chapter (1562 words)

It was a bright warm day in May, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

“It’s because of all the dark magic used in the fighting,” explained Hermione, gazing into the far distance as the cacophony of chimes faded away. “It’s screwed up literally everything in the castle. Even the clocks are broken.”

There was a time when Harry might have teased her for explaining something that absolutely no one had asked her about, but now, he could tell from the absentminded tone that it was just a reflex. She wasn’t actually paying any more attention than he was, just talking to fill the silence, to drag herself away from the horrors that haunted them all.

They were sitting on the steps that led up towards the Great Hall. If you focused on the view across the Black Lake to the mountains beyond, you could be forgiven for imagining that nothing had changed, that everything was alright with the world. That, of course, meant ignoring the broken, blackened stonework littering the foreground, and the fact that the view was only actually visible in the first place because a massive hole had been smashed into the wall that ought to be in front of them.

Harry wasn’t sure how long they’d sat there when he heard a noise behind him - a shoe scuffing on the debris, a piece of rubble skittering away across the floor. Almost before he’d realised what he was doing, he was on his feet, wand out, whirling around to face whatever danger was creeping up on them.

“Hey! It’s only us, mate,” said Ron, hands up in front of him. “Put that thing down before you have someone’s eye out.”

“Sorry,” muttered Harry.

As he pocketed his wand, his eyes drifted right, away from Ron, to the smaller figure standing next to him. He hadn’t really had the chance to study Ginny since he’d first seen her in the middle of the fighting. Now, he allowed himself that small indulgence. She looked as exhausted as Harry felt, but no less beautiful for it. She was thinner than she’d been the previous summer - but then, weren’t they all? Her copper hair was scraped back into a ponytail, and her freckles seemed more prominent than ever against her pale skin. Her eyes were rimmed in red, with deep purple smudges beneath them, but Harry caught a glimpse of that familiar defiant blaze lurking there all the same. He realised he was staring and quickly looked away, wary of making her uncomfortable.

“Are we heading back to the Burrow?” asked Hermione.

Ron shook his head. “No, not yet. Bill’s been to check it out, apparently the place has been ransacked, and he’s worried the Death Eaters might have left us some nasty surprises to boot. He thinks it will take him and Fleur a few days to make sure it’s safe and get it habitable again.

“I guess that’s the benefit of having your own personal curse-breakers on hand,” commented Hermione. ‘Where will we go in the meantime? I don’t think anyone wants to stay here, do they?”

“Mum wants to go back to Muriel’s,” explained Ron. “She’s got the space, and it won’t be for long, just until Bill gives us the all clear. We’ll probably be leaving soon. We’re just waiting for… well, for Dad and Percy to get back from St Mungos.”

Harry took a deep breath and studied the scorch marks on the wall to his left, not trusting himself to look at any of the others. The last time he’d seen Mr Weasley and Percy, they had been preparing to transport Fred’s body to the morgue at St Mungos. His stomach churned and he could taste the sour tang of bile at the back of his throat. Fred Weasley was dead, and Remus, and Tonks, and he honestly didn’t know how many others, and ultimately, it was all because of him - all because he’d started a war, and then he’d chosen to come back here to finish it. How on earth could he possibly just turn up to Muriel’s house with the Weasleys, knowing that he was responsible for all of it?

Hermione squeezed Harry’s hand, forcing him to look at her. “You are coming with us, aren’t you, Harry?” she asked. Honestly, sometimes Harry thought that she could read his mind. When he just shrugged in response, her eyes narrowed. “Well where else would you go?”

He sighed. “I dunno. Grimmauld, maybe?”

“Harry, the last time we were there, I’d just managed to let Yaxley in,” Hermione reminded him. “We have no idea if it’s any safer than the Burrow right now.”

“No, I suppose. I’ll think of somewhere I guess.”

“Why wouldn’t you just come with us?” asked Ron.

“I just… think being around me might be too much of a reminder of… You know, Fred and… everything that’s happened and I just think maybe it would be better for everyone if I stayed somewhere...”

“Harry, can I talk to you?” said Ginny, sharply, interrupting him. It was the first time she had said anything at all to him since he’d seen her in the Room of Requirement in the middle of the battle. “Privately?”

“Uh. Sure,” he mumbled.

Ginny set off down the stairs in front of them, picking her way through the rubble. She set a brisk pace, and Harry had to scramble to keep up with her. She didn’t stop until she had reached the grassed area to the side of the quad, well away from Ron and Hermione, when she whirled around to face him, face flushed, fury burning in her eyes.

“What the hell is this?” she spat.

“What the hell is what?” he asked, fighting the urge to take a step back.

“This ‘woe is me, I might go to Grimmauld’ bullshit!”

Harry felt the first stirring of his own anger. “It’s not bullshit! This,” he said, waving his arms at the devastation surrounding him, “is all my fault! Fred is all my fault! And I can’t just sit there passing the marmalade at breakfast and pretend it isn’t!”

Whatever anger had been rising in Harry was nothing compared to the rage he’d managed to unleash in Ginny. “No, Harry!” she yelled. “Death Eaters killed Fred! Not you! And do you really think that we need you around to remind us all about that? Like we’d somehow forget if you weren’t there? Do you know how bloody insulting that is? My brother is dead, and that isn’t going to change whether you’re there to pass me the marmalade or not!”

Her words hit him like a bludger to the chest. Suddenly he could see his desire to run away and hide from it all exactly as it was - a self-indulgent luxury, one that none of the Weasleys could possibly get. “I didn’t… I mean, I just want…” he spluttered.

“What about me, Harry? What about what I want? I have been waiting for you to come back to me for nine fucking months, and let me tell you they have been the worst nine months of my entire life! And now you’re back and you’re telling me you’re about to bugger off somewhere else again?”

“You waited for me?” he asked, quietly. That seemed to take the wind right out of her.

“Well… yeah,” she told him. “So forgive me if I don’t want to let you out of my sight for a while.”

“I… uh, I wasn’t sure whether you’d still… you know, think about me like that.”

Ginny took a step towards him. “And how exactly did you think that I’d think about you?”

“I dunno. Just some bloke, I guess. I mean, I left you. I didn’t want to presume…” The day suddenly seemed a lot warmer, and Ginny somehow seemed even closer to him. Had he moved, or had she? He wasn’t sure.

“Harry,” she breathed. “You’ll never be just some bloke to me.”

And then she was right in front of him, so close that he could see the flecks of gold that warmed her chocolate brown eyes. Her chin was tilted up towards him, her face so open and so beautiful and so he did the only thing he couldn’t possibly think to do at that moment, and dipped his head to kiss her.

It was soft and tentative at first, as though each of them was worried that the other might shatter apart at the contact. Slowly though, her mouth opened to him and then it was as though kissing her was the only thing sustaining him, the only thing holding him upright when everything else around him had crumbled. It was a desperate, exquisite, life-affirming thing, and he couldn’t fathom how he had ever thought he could live without the feel of her lips against his.

“So - no Veela then?” she asked, when they finally broke apart.

He laughed softly. “No. No Veela.”

She looked up at him again. “Come home with us, Harry. Please. I need you.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “Okay.” Ginny smiled at him - that thousand watt smile that meant he could never deny her anything. She took his hand, and led him back up towards the castle. Perhaps, he thought with a smile of his own, there were just a few things that weren’t as broken as Hermione thought.

#harry potter #hinny #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #ginniversary bingo #hermione granger #ron weasley

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mollymauk-teafleak · 2 years

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Transmutation 101

This is the 100th fic I've written for Critical Role! And I decided to hit this milestone exactly how I started, with self indulgent widomauk! I hope you also enjoyed it, please reblog and leave a comment on Ao3 if you did!

Thank you so much for the excellent suggestions people gave me for this fic, I would absolutely love to use them in the future!

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The students at the Soltryce Academy would always cross their fingers for the name ‘Prof. C. Widogast’ on their new semester schedules. Seeing it would always bring groans of relief, cries of delight, bursts of amused laughter. And if any among them didn’t understand, if anyone fresh to Transmutation or new to the school blinked in confusion at why this particular professor was so special, the more seasoned students would be happy to explain.

The reasons were many. In a magical school full of teachers as strange and eccentric as their talents, Professor Widogast was the quiet, unassuming king of general oddness. The students actually could, and often did, play an adapted game of bingo with his idiosyncrasies. With the deepest respect and fondness, they would tick off squares for Professor bringing in his ancient looking travel mug with the cartoon kitty paw prints which he’d regularly spill, for him keeping his scarf on all through a lecture or for correctly guessing how many times he would say ‘ja’. There were bonus points available for being the first to spot a kitten poking its head out of one of his coat pockets.

Of course, the more important reasons were the ones not talked about as much, students being students. Professor Widogast was just a good teacher. Not just because he seemed to know his subject inside out and back to front, teaching all of the core Transmutation classes and several specialist classes for final year students, but because he seemed to genuinely love teaching.

Most of the other professors seemed to think of their students as a distraction from their own projects but Professor Widogast always turned up on time, bright eyed and eager, despite having more ongoing studies than any of them. He marked fairly, he spoke animatedly, he heartily rewarded any raised hands with candy from his pockets, regardless of whether the answer had been right or wrong. He loved a demonstration, wheeling bits of equipment into the lecture hall that probably weren’t meant to leave the labs, apparently perfectly willing to risk his eyebrows and fingertips as long as they’d have a big flash and bang to make a particularly tricky equation suddenly become exciting.

And more than that, Professor Widogast seemed to remember what it was like to be one of them. His office hours were merely a suggestion, all of his students knew implicitly that his door was always open, if they were struggling with a piece of homework or deadlines were smothering them or exams hadn’t gone the way they wanted. They all knew if they started choking up, something they thought they’d all outgrown, Professor Widogast would have a gentle smile, a box of slightly stale biscuits and a spectral cat to curl on their knee and purr loudly until everything seemed better. Whatever they needed to get them through rough patches, extra credit or one to one sessions or just a pat on the back and an assurance that things would be alright, he had it in those numerous, cavernous pockets.

To the older students, Professor Widogast was the promise that the Soltryce Academy was changing for the better. To the new students, he was their reassurance that they belonged in this world of magic. They all would have loved Professor Widogast for that if nothing else.

But there was still one other reason, the one that was most prized on the face of it all as far as students pretended to be concerned.

If you didn’t feel like doing any work that day, Professor Widogast of the long home made scarf and the scruffy ginger beard and the porcelain cat figurines on his desk was incredibly easy to distract, easy to divert towards an hour of anecdotes.

You just had to ask about his husband.

“And then you can see how the two runes combine…these shapes here, the triangle from this one and the circle from the other…into the one for the new spell,” Caleb looked up from the receipt he’d been scrawling on, “Does that make a little more sense?”

He smiled warmly at the flood of realisation on Kyor’s face. He loved seeing that expression, that mix of relief and delight and pride that would light up his student’s eyes when something finally clicked.

“Yes!” the young aasimar nodded eagerly, “I didn’t see how the different shapes came together until now.”

Caleb nodded, “That is the basis of most runic work but when they get more complex it can be hard to tease out…” he folded the receipt and handed it to his student, “Try the problem set and if you struggle, email me or drop in any time, okay?”

“I will, sir, thank you,” he took it and shouldered his backpack higher.

“You can just call me Caleb,” he chuckled, the idea of that always took a little longer to sink in with his newer classes but they’d get there, “See you on Wednesday.”

He waved Kyor off then paused, staying behind the desk and sifting papers aimlessly, but no more students came forward with questions they hadn’t wanted to ask in front of the others. They’d either rushed off to their next lecture or were milling around in groups amongst the rows of seats, comparing their schedules for the rest of the day or deciding where to go for lunch. It was a pretty big group, the numbers for his Transmutation 101 course were climbing by the semester, and there was a pleasant buzz of chatter in the hall, even half full.

Caleb wondered idly who’d won the bingo today.

He started shoving papers haphazardly into his satchel, telling himself he’d sort them properly later and knowing he was lying. There was a carpet of paper in the bottom of that bag at least two inches thick. As Caleb packed away, he tuned into some of the conversations around him.

“Are they an art student or something? If they are, they’re super lost…”

“Gods, imagine if some of the professors see that many piercings, they’d have a heart attack.”

“They’re probably handing out fliers to a weird performance art thing.”

“Or for a cult!”

“Why’d you sound so excited about that?”

“Their ink is insane, do you think it’s weird if I go ask where they had it done?”

“If you do, ask where they got their skirt too.”

Caleb glanced up, catching the eye of the students near him, the group who’d warmed to him the quickest, who always sat at the front and could always be counted on for a hand in the air.

“Who do you mean?” he asked with a wry smile.

The closest, a drow girl named Bianca, smiled back if a little coyly, “Oh, the tiefling outside the lecture hall, sir. None of us have ever seen them before, is all.”

“A little colourful for our end of the Academy, are they?” Caleb chuckled, swinging his satchel over his shoulder and juggling his mug and the equipment he’d borrowed from the lab to show the students that he needed to get back before Essek noticed.

“I guess so, sir,” Bianca smiled, “They just look a little too interesting for us.”

That made him laugh, moving to the door as he did so he could ensure their attention was still on him, “You don’t know how right you are. Have a good evening all, don’t work too hard, ja?”

That got him a ripple of good naturedly sarcastic laughter which choked off into stunned silence as Caleb caught the strange, oddly dressed tiefling’s running hug, spinning around with him before drawing back to kiss his cheek.

“Hello, liebling,” he beamed, “What brings you all the way over here?”

Molly gave him a lopsided grin and freed one arm to dig around in his pocket, eventually pulling out a slightly squashed plastic bag filled with even more squashed sandwiches. In his defence, they probably looked like that when Caleb made them this morning. And then, apparently, left them on the kitchen counter.

“These!”

Caleb grinned sheepishly, “Sorry…if it helps I wanted to talk to you anyway? About something specific, not just in the way I always want to talk to you…”

Molly tilted his head, tapping his cheek, “You’re adorable. Your office?”

Caleb nodded, sliding his arm around Molly’s shoulders, throwing a last wave over his shoulder to his students who all scrambled to pick their jaws up off the floor and duck their eyes. As soon as they were out of earshot, out of the lecture building across the sunny courtyard towards the office building, he gave his husband a teasing squeeze.

“You really need to stop doing that to my poor students.”

“I will when you learn!” Molly nudged him back with a hip, “All those stories you tell about me and you don’t even keep a picture in your office? Serves you right.”

“Fair enough…and it’s pretty funny…”

“And it’s pretty funny!” Molly winked, pulling him into the elevator as soon as they were in the cool of the faculty offices.

They never took the stairs for two reasons. One, that Caleb’s office was a tiny space crammed into the very top corner of the building. He’d been offered bigger spaces as he published more significant papers, joined more councils, got increasingly positive student reviews and became generally harder to ignore in his stubborn way. But he rather liked his little closet, it meant people were less likely to bother him and he’d filled it full of so much junk that a move would take nearly a year anyway.

The second reason for the elevator was they could give each other a proper hello behind closed doors. Caleb was looking more than a little rumpled by the time his office door closed behind them.

“So,” Molly hopped up onto his husband’s desk, folding his legs under him, tail disturbing papers as it thrashed and betrayed the excitement behind his casual words, “You said you wanted to talk to me anyway? Was forgetting your lunch a carefully calculated ploy?”

“Wish I could say yes but no, I was just sleepy this morning,” Caleb sat down in his chair, making sure to angle his weight in just the right way so he didn’t break the damn thing, it was on its last legs.

He shoved the sandwiches to one side, knowing they were going to quickly be forgotten. He shifted small paper mountains around, eventually finding the one notebook he was looking for, opening it to pages of scrawls, runes traced over and over again until they bled into the paper, lists of ingredients with some crossed out in red. That one little notebook, swollen with how many times it had been opened and folded and scribbled in, held a year's worth of work, snuck in around the edges of Caleb’s actual studies. It held more late nights that he could count, a good chunk of their savings, a few burns and scars on his hands from wrong turns or bad maths he hadn’t caught in time. And now it held an answer.

Caleb turned to his husband with a soft breath and a gentle smile, feeling the weight one person felt when a joined life was about to change but the other didn’t know it yet.

“I think I can make it work.”

Caleb slid the notebook over to him, open to a certain page. He knew the runes and formulae wouldn’t make any sense to Molly, it wouldn’t have to himself a couple of moments ago. It looked like a bizarre page from a biology textbook that someone had doodled on, a little transmutation, a little dumancy because there was a hell of a lot of luck involved with this. Though, Caleb supposed, that was true of people born with the right equipment too.

But he knew Molly would understand the words written at the bottom of the page, circled over and over and given more exclamation marks than was really appropriate for a scientific notebook. Chance of conception: 95%.

That was enough to soften Mollymauk’s expression into wonder and flood his eyes with hope.

“I’ve done some very basic test runs, not enough to fully manifest it yet, I didn’t want to risk using up too much of the materials. I know it will manifest, I know it will function, all the theory says it will. What happens after it’s worked, that’s…that’s a little hazier. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to take the risks, Mollymauk,” Caleb leaned in and laid his hand over Molly’s, searching for any doubt in his husband’s eyes.

But they were clear as day past the tears when Mollymauk looked up at him, like Caleb was the man who’d hung the moons.

“You did it,” the tiefling breathed, voice thick with tears, “You actually did it, you made it work!”

“In theory,” Caleb caught his Molly’s smile and his teary eyes.

“Well, in theory, you are the best husband anyone could want and I fucking love you so much,” Molly pounced on him.

Of course that was the end of his chair, sending them both spilling onto the floor. Neither of them could truly say they cared, far too busy laughing and crying and clinging to each other tightly. Molly’s tail lashed in wild excitement, kissing every inch of Caleb’s face he could reach, his smile the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Ninety five percent,” he panted, laughing as Molly’s hair tickled his cheeks, “We’ve had worse odds.”

“Oh, we’ve done way stupider shit with way less chance of success,” Molly grinned, apparently completely content to lie on Caleb’s office floor, cuddling in.

“True,” Caleb allowed, stroking Molly’s hair, staring up at the ceiling where he’d tacked up maps of the sky, graffitied with mapping and calculating.

Molly pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw, “Call me biased? But I think you’re the greatest wizard who ever lived.”

A brief smile flickered over Caleb’s face as his fingers traced Molly’s horns with a gentle thumb. The greatest wizard who’d ever lived. Just as he’d always wanted, though it had meant something very different back then.

“Today,” Caleb murmured, “I kind of feel like I am.”

Professor Widogast was on a bit of a roll.

He seemed to have forgotten about the spell on the board behind him, about the upcoming finals and the problem sheets he was supposed to collect today. Someone had asked a question and he’d followed it like a thread, unravelling the ideas they’d been discussing with abandon until he had the rapt attention of every mind in front of him. Until he was pacing along the front of the hall, arms waving and hands flapping in excitement and to illustrate his points, like the magic he spoke about was something that could be touched and felt.

“So when people say transmutation, you understand, it is the magic of change,” his eyes were bright, “And this can scare people and no wonder! You do not like something, you change it, ja? It invites chaos, it invites the whole universe bending to the will of one individual with a grudge or a scar and the right spellwork. It is not the dependability of abjuration or the simple trickery of illusion or the connection to fate you get with divination. Change is the unknown. Change is fear. Change can be weaponised.”

He paused, hand opening like he was letting something go, his eyes far away, “But it’s learning this that will make you a true wizard of transmutation. Change can be all of these things but it is just one face of it. Change can bring good. Change can bring growth. You cannot use transmutation to change what has happened, however much it hurt you and might still hurt you today. But you can use it to change what’s coming, to make it better. Not in a ‘waving your arms and making all the solutions to your problems out of rocks’ way. But in a slower, surer way. This is transmutation. Ja?”

Professor Widogast paused suddenly, hands stilling, looking as strange as birds pausing mid flight. The students blinked, glanced at each other, wondering if he’d asked a question they’d missed and was waiting for an answer.

But then they followed his gaze, to the back of the lecture hall. The tiefling from before- Professor Widogast’s husband- was standing there, having just crashed through the doors. He looked as though he’d sprinted there, shoulders heaving with heavy breaths, cheeks bright, tail lashing and wearing something that looked a hell of a lot like pyjamas. And his eyes were streaming with tears, his face cracked into the widest, brightest smile.

The students were more than a little confused but Professor Widogast certainly wasn’t. He had a look on his face like clouds had cleared.

“Class dismissed,” he croaked, eyes flooding, his own smile growing, “Sorry.”

No apology was needed, the class immediately scrambling out, grabbing their bags, not in case Professor Widogast changed his mind but because it was immediately obvious that this was a moment they deserved to share in private.

The Mollymauk they’d heard about in anecdotes and warm stories pelted down the stairs and into their professor’s arms. They stayed intwined, long after their audience was gone, a single still point in the middle of two lives changing. Because it had worked.

After that, if you wanted to send Professor Widogast off on a tangent, you could ask about his husband.

Or you could ask about his children.

#widomauk #critical role #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #professor caleb #fluff #please reblog and comment!

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valiisthea · 7 months

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{Here ya go, this one, too. As before, red are only half true:}

{• I mean. He's an angel, so... but also, he doesn't really present himself as being religious. He doesn't speak of gods or divinity or holy blessing. His devotion in personal beliefs lies in human nature and the growth of mankind. For how his own divine system works, that makes perfect sense religiously, but also... ┐(°ヮ°)┌ Ya know?

• The same as before, this depends on one's idea of what's actually honorable.

• Hanekoma loves to be pet and spoiled, but if coddling gets to the point of not letting him do anything or trying to take away his autonomy, that's when it becomes a problem.

• Again, this depends on one's definition of what's actually brave.

• 90% of the time Hanekoma does not present himself in a graceful or elegant manner. He slouches, he's rugged, and he maintains casual language over formality. However, whenever he's doing business as CAT's agent, or he has to attend an event, or any formal occasion comes up, he cleans up a lot. With stiff, expensive clothes, better posturing, and far more straightforward language... he's still not shaving but at least he makes it look good. Considering how little this actually happens, though, I chose not to count it.}

Are you Terence's type? || @strawberry-barista

Even with the red marks, there are certainly a lot of bingos to be found!

Terence coddling is more "let me take care of you sometimes" vs being overbearing. He, regrettably, doesn't get a lot of time to be intimate or sweet with his partner in his canon - so I play off of that yearning he has to get a little time to take care of someone. He would never want to take anyone's autonomy away!

The religious thing is very interesting. Terence and Dion are both very strong in their religious beliefs, but I cannot see them having an issue with their partner being less than religious. So long as Greagor isn't made fun of or shat on, they're used to the many different beliefs around the realm.

Terence is very prim and proper with his appearance, but most of it comes with his upbringing and his status as second in command of the Dragoons. There's a certain need for him to keep appearances.

All that said - I think they'd be very compatible. Many of the more important boxes have been checked!

#strawberrybarista #c; terence

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eyesanddragons · 2 years

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Whiteout for the opinion bingo ?

Oh Whiteout...A character I have...opinions about, that I will go into detail since man I have thoughts about how she's written

Whiteout is...weird, like narratively weird, Whiteout is a character who's maturity and agency is constantly being invalidated by others, Whiteout literally got mind controlled and had integral parts of her personhood deleted by her dad, her character SHOULD BE important in Arc 2's overall themes, those themes centering around control and the loss of it, Whiteout is a character marked by the lack of control, you know that scene where Whiteout goes, and I quote

"Oh, I thought the marbles represented chaos theory and I was just another unpredictable whim of the universe. I did not intend to disrupt your faith in controllable outcomes."

YEAH, THATS IMPORTANT! Because that's how Whiteout's life feels, an unpredictable whim of fate she cannot disrupt. EXCEPT WE DONT ACTUALLY HAVE THAT EXPLORED IN THE BOOKS.

Oh and also, yes I am aware of Whiteout's neurodivergent coding, I am neurodivergent, yes I am aware of the Troubling Implications of Whiteout's Lack Of Control, I don't think its inherently (I REPEAT THE INHRENTLY PART) a bad thing because under this lens, the lack of agency and the infantilization is (sort of in canon) treated as a bad thing, cause it is.

My issue with Whiteout is that the lack of control is ironically, not touched on by the narrative, we never get to see how Whiteout truly feels about the way fate drags her through life, in fact, Tui states in the Biohazardia interview that Whiteout "got to live happily ever after" which is strange to me, and look its not that I don't want Whiteout to get a good ending, its that Tui just, doesn't seem concerned about how Whiteout felt about her brother, or what her dad did to her, or her mom, or the constant bullying she received, we don't get an acknowledgement of it in the later parts of Arc 2, heck I cant remember a time Whiteout is mentioned even though the way Darkstalker treats her is really more indicative of how Darkstalker acts than how he acts with anyone else in the series, Darkstalker (at the end of his book) treats Whiteout as a child, he's superseding her own agency and wants because he thinks he knows what's best for her, when she doesn't want it, and look, morality about Arctic's death aside, the point is that Whiteout didn't want Arctic to die, is this used to further the really bad "Good Victim Bad Victims" narrative WoF has...yes, is this also a good example of how Darkstalker acts and the greater themes of the Arc? YES! Whiteout didn't want Darkstalker to kill her father, but Darkstalker did it anyway, because that was what was best for the both of them, at least that's what he thought.

But, Whiteout's life has been constantly marked by scenarios like those, situations where her own wants come secondary to everyone elses, where she gets played by fate.

And after that she doesn't even get asked about what to do with her brother, just told to leave.

Whiteout is a tragedy dammit and I am upset she isn't treated with the respect and narrative weight she deserves. Anyway, unrelated to the tragedy that is not having control over your life the line "Tangerine, Possibility, Spelunking." is often taken as a prophecy (And it's not like it cant be) but Thoughtful was like "YOU GOT IT!" so I googled tangerine symbolism and apparently they can symbolize new prospects and joy, thus the quote can roughly mean "The joy that comes from finding new dreams and the possibility of new knowledge" (since the piece is called "Cascade of Dreams" and there's a scroll in the waves) so I'm choosing the believe that Whiteout knew that and just assumed everyone knew and Thoughtful somehow also knew tangerine symbolism.

Im stopping here cause Im tired, Ive been writing this for 2 hours and rewrote it multiple times, Whiteout gives me thoughts

#wof #wings of fire #wof whiteout #wof darkstalker #wof meta #sorry for taking so long I rewrote this many times

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lunatriense · 2 years

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My boy, Adam Taurus - my lovely Vergil knock-off with the cool aesthetic, who the writers have ruined and proved unequivocally that they're racist shitbags that used their on skin color to prove they "cAn'T wRiTe RaCisM" (even through research and surveys are a thing), and would rather use the funding on themselves (i.e. traveling to Japan and openly brag about it to their overworked & underpaid staff), rather than hiring a writer to do it for them, for the Opinion Bingo.

So. Adam.

Everyone but me is wrong about them <3

Not everyone, but most of the fandom. Much like Cinder, OG Adam was awesome; fierce, fashionable, dangerous, and alluring. He was committed to his cause, and only went with Cinder's plan because the alternative was that his people would be wiped out for nothing.

Wow! They are a horrible person

Then RT turned him into an obsessed stalker ex who couldn't care less about faunus rights and was willing to sacrifice the entirety of the White Fang (which is apparently only like a dozen people after Beacon??) on a coup and a pointless attack on the only faunus-run hunter academy so that he could lure Blake back. Yyyyyeah, this isn't the same character.

Now that would be bad enough on its own, but it's even worse when you consider that Adam is the face of the White Fang for the audience, and the White Fang is apparently the only civil rights organisation in Remnant. So not only do you have them being demonised by doing the things Cinder forced them to in the early volumes without the audience knowing they were forced into it until late in v3, but then right after we do find that out, Adam gets completely warped into whatever this is — and the WF along with him, considering all of no one seemed to care that he assassinated Sienna so he could wage his personal crusade to hunt down Blake.

What. The actual. Fuck.

They got done DIRTY by fans

And then, to double down on their victim-blaming racist propaganda around the White Fang, when a small portion of the fans sympathised with Adam for having been a child slave who was branded over the eye by the SDC, RT couldn't have that. No, heaven forbid anyone have any sort of positive thoughts towards oppressed minorities refusing to accept the scraps they're given, or criticise mega-capitalist practises of heinous abuse of their workforce and outright slave labour.

So here comes Miles Luna with the flimsiest excuse ever that Adam wasn't intentionally branded, no! He just got into a fight with someone at a mine who grabbed a branding iron that was lying nearby and 'let him have it', because — and I quote — 'the SDC, you know, brands and labels a lot of their cargo and stuff'.

And the fans believed him.

Now, what do you think a branding iron might be used on? Metal shipping containers or vehicles? No, it won't work there. How about polymers, since Atlas is futuristic and might want to use lightweight things? Might leave a mark but it'd melt onto the iron, not something you want to do. How about wooden crates? Technically it might work, but it's much cheaper and faster to use other methods like paint.

No, there's only one thing a branding iron is used for, and that's marking flesh. Why oh why would the SDC need to mark flesh at a mine? Hmm. I wonder.

Nothing I like about them is technically canon

Pretty much because what I like about him is the stuff from before he was changed that was mostly implied rather than outright shown. Give me revolutionary Adam who is fighting the good fight for faunus rights and is willing to get his hands bloody, but isn't under Cinder's thumb. More of character short Adam, that's what I want, that's what I love to see.

Wasted potential

Not only would that have given much-needed depth and nuance to the White Fang, it would've made far better use of one of the primary nemeses for team RWBY. 'But Adam wasn't a team nemesis, he was only Blake's!', I hear you saying.

Yes. I know. And that was an enormous waste.

Think about it. Adam is Blake's ex-mentor (let's do the ex-lover bit since that was really only solidified later) and the leader of the White Fang's Vale branch. He's been personally and terribly wronged by Weiss' family company. He cut off Yang's arm. The only one he doesn't have a direct connection to is Ruby, and that could be changed easily enough.

#adam taurus #memes #answers #rwby #rwde

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codywanbingo · 2 years

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This is a delicate subject but let's talk about Bingo Disqualifications.

We're aware that we are not the only Codywan Bingo running and that the other Bingo(s) that were ran/currently running have different rule sets. However, we are a long-running event and to keep everything running smoothly we need everyone to follow the same set of rules and to acknowledge our rules. We're also aware that our FAQs are long and some things might get lost in the shuffle.

So let's lay out all the ways a prompt fill can be disqualified:

You cannot combine prompts without mod approval.

A prompt must be (at minimum) 500 words (for writers) and at least 5 minutes for podficcers. As the majority of our sign ups fall into these two categories, we're highlighting these two areas specifically. Please see the first FAQ for further breakdown.

Your prompt fill MUST address your prompt. A throw away line does not count. A mention does not count. If your prompt is "first date", your fill should revolve around a date of some sort, not mention it. Planning the date counts.

If you swap or substitute a prompt, you MUST mention what you swapped or substituted. If you post on Tumblr or AO3, it must be mentioned. If we cannot figure out what prompt you did and match it to your board during validation, your Bingo is disqualified.

(As an aside, PLEASE mark what prompt you are doing when you post to make validation easier. This won't disqualify you, this is just a request from your validation mods who spend time trying to figure out what prompt goes to what fill.)

Swapping/subbing out more than 2 prompts will disqualify you.

Your board theme counts. If your board theme is fluff and you write an angst fill, your fill is disqualified. Hurt/comfort is an acceptable fill.

Threesomes are an acceptable topic but the focus MUST be on Cody and Obi-Wan.

Not having a CodyWan fic on your CodyWan board (whether queerplatonic or in a romantic relationship).

Not having an actual Bingo (5 fics in a line in any direction for a 5x5 board, 4 in a row for a 4x4, etc).

Not properly filling out the Free Space. Free space is a prompt fill of your choosing, not a gimme.

Not rating your work or providing appropriate content warnings.

All right, that's a lot. We know it's a lot. Most of these are issues that have come up as we've tried to validate Bingos, or things we've already pointed out in the FAQs.

We don't want anyone to be disqualified. We strive to keep this event low-stress and fun and inclusive. However, this is still a writing challenge event in spirit and a Bingo at it's heart.

If there are any questions or concerns, please reach out to us. We're happy to work with anyone.

#codywan bingo #codywanbingo #admin #FAQs

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ninjago-bingo · 2 years

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Ninbingo 2022 Interest Check

Hey everyone and welcome back to ninbingo!!!! I’m super excited for this year and I hope you guys are too :D

Sign-ups will open the first of May, but first, let’s get an interest check and some housekeeping rules and updates out of the way!

If you want to skip this post and jump straight to the interest check, the form is here. Otherwise, continue on for more info.

What is Ninbingo?

Ninbingo is a found family event where creators of all types complete prompts on a bingo board to get bingos! The focus of your works must in some way or the other revolve around the ninja team as a family: other focal characters such as Morro, Pixal, Vania etc. are allowed, but ships and ocs should be kept to a minimum. Here’s an example of one of last year’s boards:

A couple more rules are outlined here, but honestly as long as you stick to found family theme you should be fine :D

How do I make a bingo?

On a normal 5x5 board (24 spaces and one free), you’re allowed to make a bingo in any of these ways, including all variants of the straight lines.

You’re allowed to use up to two prompts per work, but no more.

This round, ninbingo may also be offering 3x3 boards if enough people seem to be interested in them! Like with 5x5 boards, two prompts are allowed per work on the 3x3 board. The two key differences, besides size ofc, are:

their prompts will be randomly chosen from a pool of all the prompts, so your board will be unique to you!

you can get a bingo on a 3x3 board by having three in a row or any four.

These decisions are suggested in mind of those who might be discouraged from participating because of the daunting appearance of the 5x5, but if their inclusion makes the bingo over-complicated, they might be removed before the actual start on May 1.

Using prompts from last year as an example (and a mock board that looks like pizza):

Do I need to sign up to participate?

Nope! Anyone can participate in ninbingo, regardless of their sign-up status or not. The main benefits of signing up are making sure you are @ -ed for updates and events, and having a spot on the participants page with your works.

Lastly

Based on feedback from last year, there are a few things I want to address before I go. First, I’ll be operating this bingo on EST, but honestly if you submit something to the bingo on the last day, as long as it’s before midnight your time, I’ll roll with it! At the end of the day, this is a fun, community event, not a competition, and the more creations the better!

Secondly, I’m looking for feedback specifically from the artistic community in terms of activities, shares etc that’ll make you feel more included! As primarily a writer, it’s harder for me to know what works for artists when it comes to things like that, so any feedback would be definitely appreciated.

@redefine-your-identity @m-aster-of-spinjitzu @master-of-cosmos you guys expressed interest in participating again, so here’s your notification! You’ll only be @ -ed a second time after this if you fill out the form, so don’t fear mass unwanted pings lol:D

@ninjago-events guess you should mark us down as an annual event now!

#ninjago #ninbingo #ninbingo 22 #round 2 #reblogs encouraged to get the word out! :D #excited to see you all this round

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engie-ivy · 3 years

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Remus is the uptight, swotty Prefect who's always getting the popular and beloved troublemakers Black and Potter in detention. Remus doesn't care what people say of him, and he absolutely doesn't care about Black's blinding smile.

A Book By Its Cover

Remus pulls his jumper closer around himself against the draught in the large, empty halls. The corridor is dimly lit and he hears nothing but the sound of his own footsteps. Everything is quiet. Too quite.

A loud clang suddenly sounds from behind one of the tapestries. Remus almost smiles to himself. Bingo. In a swift motion, he pulls away the tapestry.

Startled, Black whirls around. He’s surrounded by what appear to be paint cans and rope. His shock only last a moment, though.

“Lupin!” He exclaims, a beaming smile appearing on his face. “What a pleasant surprise!”

Remus crosses his arms over his chest. He makes an effort to keep a firm expression on his face, to show he’s not affected by Black’s notorious, blinding smile, like everyone else is. “Only pleasant if you like detention. And as for a surprise, I am a Prefect. I am supposed to be here making my rounds. So what are you doing here?”

“Preparing a prank,” Black says simply.

Remus doesn’t know whether he should be insulted Black doesn’t seem to take his authority very seriously, or glad that he doesn’t insult his intelligence by coming up with an excuse.

“Right,” Remus says, before taking out his notebook and pen. “Out of bed after curfew and engaging in illegal activity,” he scribbles down. “And where’s Potter?”

“Aw, am I not enough for you, Lupin?” Black pouts.

“I figured you could use some company in detention,” Remus replies smoothly.

Black clicks his tongue. “So thoughtful.”

“If you’re here setting up some prank, then it’s a given Potter is setting up that prank somewhere else in the school as well. So, where is he?”

Black shakes his head. “For you’re own good, Lupin, you don’t wanna put James in detention right now. People won’t be too pleased with you if the school’s football star misses the upcoming match against Slytherin thanks to you.”

“So thoughtful,” Remus repeats Black’s words, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But please, don’t concern yourself over me. I’ve never cared what others think of me, and I don’t plan on starting now. And you basically just admitted Potter is currently doing something that would warrant me giving him detention, so you might as well tell me where he is.”

Black sighs. “This is why people call you uptight.”

Remus’ expression hardens. “If people care so much, they should be mad at Potter for risking the football match in the first place by playing some stupid prank.”

Black gasps dramatically and clutches his chest. “Stupid? Our pranks are not stupid! They’re works of art! Jumping out of a cake on miss McGonagall’s birthday? Hilarious! Making a zip line to go from one floor to the other? Brilliant! Filling the gym with stray cats, many of whom were eventually adopted? Genius! People love our pranks. They make people laugh and bring some excitement in their lives. Much needed excitement, because let’s face it, school is boring. Sitting there, listening to old people tell you things you already know.”

“For you maybe,” Remus mutters.

Black scoffs. “Don’t pretend you’re not one of the smartest people in our class, Lupin.”

Remus just glares harder at Black, to show that no, he doesn’t care that Sirius Black, whom people are always falling over themselves for to get even a bit of his attention, has apparently noticed Remus’ academic achievements. No, he doesn’t care at all.

“Even the teachers love our pranks,” Black continues. “They put some life into this place!”

“We’ll see what miss McGonagall has to say about it when I report you tomorrow,” Remus says calmly. “I’ll go finish my rounds, and when I get back, you better have cleaned up this mess.”

As he turns around to leave, Black suddenly grabs his wrist. “Join us!”

“Wha...” Remus turns back, and his traitorous stomach flutters at how close Black is suddenly standing.

“Join us for one prank,” Black says.

Remus blinks at him. “Why in earth would I do that?”

“Because it’s fun! And honestly, Lupin, to me you always look like you can use a bit of fun.”

That catches Remus off guard. It’s true. Between struggling to get top marks, doing everything he can for extra credit, making sure he has a spotless record, excelling at his Prefect duties, and worrying about his sick mother, lately he often feels like just throwing his hands in the air and say ‘screw it all!’, and just do something crazy, something dumb or irresponsible. But he definitely never wanted for Black to notice that.

“Come on, Lupin,” Black says, as Remus stays silent. “Be part of the fun for once, instead of putting a damper on it.”

“Your childish pranks aren’t my idea of fun,” Remus bites back, feeling himself getting defensive.

Black just grins. “You won’t know that unless you join us for just one prank!”

“Why would you even want me to join you?” Many people would be lining up to be a part of one of Black and Potter’s infamous pranks. It’s beyond Remus why Black would ask that one stuffy guy who puts them in detention almost every week.

“Because I like you,” Black shrugs. “I like how hard you work for everything and how you don’t care what anyone thinks of you. And I think you secretly have a talent for it,” he adds with a wink, that absolutely does not make Remus’ knees go weak. “I bet you have a wicked side to you underneath all that swotty stuff.”

“But I’m a Prefect!” Remus argues. “I’m supposed to discipline rule-breakers, not break them myself!”

Black rolls his eyes. “You shouldn’t take that job so serious.”

This rubs Remus the wrong way. “Not everyone can afford to treat everything in life as a joke,” he says coolly.

Black folds his arms over his chest and stares. “A fancy title and a badge and suddenly you’re better than us?”

“It’s nothing like that!”

Black huffs. “Then why is that bogus job so important to you?”

“Because some of us can’t afford to have even one note on their record if they ever want to get anywhere in life!” Remus snaps. “Because some of us need perfect scores and every bit of extra credit they can get if they want universities not to immediately bin their applications! Because some of us don’t have a last name they can flaunt, a daddy who can make a phone call, a mommy who can throw some money around, and suddenly you’re top of the list! Because some of us can’t just look at their rich parents and rely on them to always give them everything they want!”

The change in Black is instant. He takes a step back, and instead of his usual easy smile and bright eyes sparkling with mischief, his face becomes an ice-cold mask. “Fuck you, Lupin,” he hisses. “You don’t know a thing about me.”

He pushes past Remus as he storms off, leaving him behind feeling very confused. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Yes, the system is unfair and Black is privileged, but Remus supposes that isn’t really Black’s fault. He knows Black isn’t actually a bad person. His heart is in the right place, and he’s usually kind, only ever mean to people who, quite frankly, deserve it.

Remus just wishes Black would stop with those bloody pranks.

Remus just wishes Black would continue with those bloody pranks.

Or do anything really that makes him seem more like his old self. Remus never thought he’d miss that loud, barking laugh, that infuriating smirk, those lame puns so much.

Ever since everyone returned from Christmas break, Black has completely withdrawn. He hardly talks to anyone, he just sits silently, his eyes staring off in the distance and his expression blank. Potter is always by his side, softly talking to him or just throwing him worried glances.

Since then, it has been the talk of the school, and even in the papers and on the news: Sirius Black has been removed from his parents’ custody. It was a messy affair, the police has even been involved. Black’s father was arrested on grounds of child abuse. Apparently, Orion Black, the noble and well-respected patriarch of the prestigious Black family, has a habit of beating his son. It must’ve been going on for a while, but over the break it escalated. People just can’t get over how Sirius Black’s life wasn’t as perfect as it always seemed to be.

Remus feels bad for Black, and especially feels like an idiot, having said the things he said. He knows he owes Black an apology. It has been a couple of weeks since the break ended, and the apology is beginning to be long overdue. Though he also knows that Black has probably not been waiting for an apology from the uptight twat that always gets him detention.

Maybe it’s more to ease his own consciousness that he hesitantly approaches the table where Black is sitting. Potter glares at him the moment he sees him, and half gets out of his seat, probably to tell him to piss off, and rightfully so. However, after a quick glance at Black’s face, who’s looking up at Remus, he sits back down, as if he sees something on his friend’s face that makes him chance his mind.

“Bla- Sirius,” Remus says, realising a tad late that Sirius might nor want to be reminded of his family name right now. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out. “I said some shitty things to you, and I shouldn’t have. You were right, I didn’t know anything about you.”

“It’s okay,” Sirius says softly. “You had good reason to be angry, it’s a rather fucked up system. And you didn’t know. Didn’t know that I would’ve gladly given up all that privilege to just have parents who... who love me...”

Sirius’ voice falters and he trails off. Potter is staring at him wide-eyed, and also Remus is surprised. He knows Sirius hasn’t talked about it to anyone, and he feels almost guilty he’s saying it to him of all people. He’s also surprised at the overwhelming urge he has to pull Sirius into a hug, hold him and tell him they never deserved him anyway. He has to leave before he does anything stupid.

“I should go,” Remus says quickly. “If there’s ever anything I can do...”

As he turns around to leave, Black suddenly grabs his wrist. “Join us!”

Remus turns back to look at him.

“Join us for one prank.”

“Why would you want me to join you?” Remus asks, much like the first time.

“Because I like you,” Sirius replies, much like the first time, only where he had then sounded nonchalant and slightly amused, he now sounds pleading and vulnerable.

“Yeah,” Remus says hoarsely, because his Prefect duties suddenly don’t seem so important compared to helping Sirius come back to his old self. “Yeah, I’ll join you for one prank.”

And then the most amazing thing happens: for the first time in weeks, Sirius Black smiles. It’s only a small smile, but the room already seems a bit brighter. In a moment of vivid clarity, Remus knows that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to make that boy smile.

#my tumblr writing #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #james potter #boarding school au #prefect remus lupin

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Whenever I get invited to a "leftist" space I'm almost immediately kicked out for advocating violence against nazis. I've just become completely hopless as of late. I'm not sure anyone's gonna bother fighting back anymore and I have no idea what to do.

It looks like wherever you are, people are spelling “liberal” wrong, Anon. First, some memes to cheer you up:

Now, here are a couple of essays that underscore the huuuuge position of privilege it requires to be able to sip tea and politely debate the philosophical merits of stopping racists bent on genocide and murder: -”My ‘Nonviolent’ Stance Was Met With Heavily Armed Men” by Luke Rimmel -”Antifascist Practice and Impossible Non-Violence” by Natasha Lennard Not the essay-reading type? Dr. Cornell West on his experience of nearly being lynched in Charlottesville in 2017 summarizes it succinctly:

Don’t feel like reading @ all? Watch Philosophy Tube’s breakdown of “antifa + violence” (from the 20:47 mark of this video, but the entire video is faaaantastic!):

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Three final thoughts for you, Anon: -Maybe the problem is how you’re phrasing things. Antifa do not actually want violence and are not very keen to employ violence. But we do believe that antifa reserve the right to defend their communities from fascists and because fascists are violent by definition, this can mean sometimes having to physically defend their communities. “Community self-defense” = a far more accurate way to describe what antifascists do than “violence.” -If the liberals you’re running into know a better way of dealing with fascists, ask them what it is. WE’D LOVE TO KNOW!!! Is it “we should win debates with fascists so everyone can see how bankrupt their ideology is?” The historical record disproves this, as Holocaust survivor Frank Frison would tell you. To quote Frank, “If fascism could be defeated in debate, I assure you that it would never have happened, neither in Germany, nor in Italy, nor anywhere else. Those who recognised its threat at the time and tried to stop it were, I assume, also called “a mob”. Regrettably too many “fair-minded” people didn’t either try, or want to stop it, and, as I witnessed myself during the war, accommodated themselves when it took over … People who witnessed fascism at its height are dying out, but the ideology is still here, and its apologists are working hard at a comeback. Past experience should teach us that fascism must be stopped before it takes hold again of too many minds, and becomes useful once again to some powerful interests.” Maybe liberals think we should just ignore the fascists and they’ll go away if we don’t give them the attention they’re seeking? Again, the historical record shows that an unopposed/”ignored” fascist force quickly moving on to pogroms and mass murder. The only thing that works to stop fascism is stopping them by any means necessary. We don’t usually quote Adolf Hitler, but here’s what he said in 1933 about stopping the nazis: "Only one thing could have stopped our movement - if our adversaries had understood its principle and from the first day smashed with the utmost brutality the nucleus of our new movement." So really, if the liberals you’re running into don’t think it’s appropriate to physically defend their community from fascists, ask them what they think the correct approach is. Should we hug it out with them, maybe? Turn the other cheek and let them slaughter us? Their responses will at least be entertainingly naïve. Here’s a bingo card for you to use while you’re having those conversations:

-You should probably accept that some/most liberals are simply never going to accept that fascists can’t be debated away or ignored away or made your BFFs. Fuck ‘em, then! We know that fascists pose a very real threat to the lives of people they target for violence (a quick glance at our list of the 578 bigoted & fascist attacks on people so far this year - attacks which have killed 372 people and injured over 1100 others - attest to this fact) and must be stopped by any means necessary before they hurt people. Move on and find some people that have a more realistic understanding of the threat posed by fascists and what is required to stop them. -Finally: antifascism isn’t all about violence. In fact, it rarely is. 99% of anti-fascist activities don’t involve violence at all. Here’s our list of 30 antifa things you could probably do where you live that even liberals would approve of; here’s Pop Mob’s list of 40 street legal ways to fight fascists that again liberals are going to have a hard time arguing against. Pick some stuff you think you can pull off, maybe grab a couple of friends, and do the things! And let us know how it goes!

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sofreddie · 3 years

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Scent From Above 3

Summary: Quarantine strikes and the wait to see each other grows.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan!Reader

ABO BINGO: Heat/Rut Toys

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Quarantine AU ?, Heat, Smut (Mutual Masterbation, Use of sex toys), Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,242

A/N: So I was looking at the story and my @spnabobingo squares and 'Quarantine' - NOT a square - actually gave me a really good catalyst to tie different prompts together. So that's how that happened! This smut was a little different for me because I feel like it's kink-ier than anything I've written.

Part 2

It had been a long month of phone calls and video chat between Y/N and Jensen. They hadn't managed to coordinate seeing each other after their initial weekend. Now it seemed the wait to see one another would be even longer. The whole world was on global lockdown for quarantine.

"This sucks," she whined at her laptop, Jensen's face filling the screen for their latest video call, "I was really hoping you'd be able to help me through my heat again," she admitted, wincing at the cramps that had been growing in intensity since that morning, "I miss you."

"I miss you too, 'Mega," he whined in response, "Your shirt has lost its smell," he pouted, showing her the cloth dangling in his hand.

"Yours too," she admitted, looking at the said shirt that was draped over the pillow beside her in bed. She winced once more, a hiss slipping past her lips as she failed to hide the pain from her now very worried Alpha. It took her a while to catch up, but she finally caught on that he wasn't going anywhere and that he was serious about her, about them.

If she had let him claim her, they could be together right now.

"How bad is it, Baby?" his worry grew as he noticed the physical toll her heat was taking.

"It's not great," she admitted, "But it's not too bad. I have toys to help me."

There was a long silence between them before Jensen sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and released it with a pop.

"Toys, huh?"

The boyish and charming Jensen faded away as her Alpha came to the front. His eyes darkened and she could practically see the thoughts processing in his mind.

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, biting her lip and blushing hard.

"Show me."

His tone had her shivering and she nodded as she went to retrieve the small box from under her bed. She sat on the bed, the unopened box in front of her and looked to Jensen hesitantly.

"No, Omega," he shook his head, his Alpha tone coming forth to command her attention, "Show me."

She felt nervous yet empowered over the reaction he was having and she wasn't even touching him. She nodded once more, before removing all of her clothes and getting comfortable on the bed. She laid the toys out beside her within easy reach.

She positioned the laptop on the bed so they could see each other and leave her the use of her hands.

"So beautiful 'Mega," Jensen breathed out as his eyes looked over her body hungrily. He was disappointed to see all his love bites and marks had faded to nothing in their time apart. He forced back the choked whine in his throat and forced himself to focus on her.

"Alpha," she moaned, running her hands over her body teasingly. She had shown him her small collection of toys. She had a regular vibrating dildo, a special knotting dildo, and a vibrating wand. They had served her well in her past heats.

"Spread your pussy for me, Baby. Let me see how wet you are."

She reached down with one hand and spread her lower lips open, exposing herself completely to him.

"Use your other hand and rub your clit," he guided her, his eyes locked in fascination and need. She keened as she touched her clit, the nub swollen and aching. Jensen licked his lips, desperate for a taste.

Catching it, she decided to tease him, gathering a little slick on her finger before bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean. Jensen's eyes followed her every movement. He growled when she sucked her finger, hastily undoing his jeans to get at his rapidly swelling cock.

"Fuck, Jay," she whined hungrily as her eyes settled on his exposed cock. His hand wrapped around the thick shaft, sliding up and down. She rubbed her clit in time with his slow strokes, feeling the fire and desperation build within her.

"Use the wand," he huffed, watching as she turned it on and brought it to her folds. She gasped as the vibrations coursed through her. He continued guiding her until the wand was on its highest setting, driving her right up to the edge and over.

Jensen squeezed the base of his dick, not wanting to come yet. He wasn't done with her.

"Now the dildo," he groaned as she came down from her high, "The one with the k-knot," he stuttered, watching as she switched out the toys and spread her lips once more.

She was glistening with slick, a bit dripping out of her hole and down the crack of her ass. Jensen wanted so badly to lick up the path, gather the slick on his tongue.

"Feels so good, Alpha," she moaned, lost in the bliss and forgetting her bashfulness. She slid the toy inside herself to the base, Jensen letting a soft curse at seeing her stuffed and stretched around it.

"Yeah, that's right," Jensen began stroking his cock once more as she thrusted the toy in and out of herself, "Fuck yourself, Omega. Imagine its my dick in you," he huffed, stroking in time with her thrusts, speeding up at she did, and realizing she was skillfully guiding this whole endeavor.

"Gonna come, Alpha," she whined in desperation, "Come with me," she pleaded.

"Wanna fucking knot you," he growled through clenched teeth, feeling his knot starting to expand. Jensen quickly tore his belt from the loops and and bit down on it, his urge to claim overwhelming him once more.

It had never been a thing with anyone ever before.

He was pretty sure it'd always be there with her.

He clutched his knot with his other hand, watching as she hit the button to set off the inflatable knot on the toy. She wailed as her climax crashed into her. He called out her name as he came, his knot popping and quickly deflating with nothing to lock onto.

Once they calmed, and the urges subsided, they cleaned up. Y/N dressed in clean panties and a tank top, too warm from her heat to want much else.

"When this is all over," Jensen said, gesturing vaguely to the world around them, "I'm coming straight to you," he swore, "I want to claim you, Y/N. I want you with me. Especially now that everything seems like it's going crazy…"

"I know," she admitted, "I've been stuck at home alone. No people. I don't even own a pet," she huffed a laugh, "Though Fred and I are making fast friends," she added with a chuckle.

Jensen felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. Who the fuck was Fred?

"Who?" he managed to ask in a calm, yet clearly confused tone.

"Oh! My succulent," she smiled, showing him the potted plant, "Only other living thing around here besides me."

Jensen appeared to melt as he visibly relaxed and Y/N laughed harder. He shook his head and huffed a laugh.

"This sucks."

"It really does," she easily agreed.

"Soon," he promised, "Someway, somehow." She yawned and he chuckled. Her heat was hard on her and after that orgasm, he was pretty sure she was tired. He could use a little sleep too if he were being honest.

"Soon," she acknowledged, blowing him a kiss before ending the call and settling in for some much needed rest.

PART 4

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@deanjensenficsandart

@woodworthti666

@charred-angelwings

#spnabobingo #scent from above #part 3 #alpha!jensen x omega!reader #jensen x reader

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BnHA Chapter 292: You Say Jeans

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “well anyway here’s that Touya reveal I foreshadowed like a million years ago, viva la 2020.” Dabi was all “hello world, I’ve killed 30 people and today I’m going to explain to you all why” before he proceeded to explain ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but everyone was so distracted by his tale of child abuse and hero conspiracies that they didn’t much seem to notice. Can’t Ya See-Kun’s Shark Friend was all “IS THIS THE END OF HERO SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT”, and Horikoshi was all “STAY TUNED”, and then Dabi set himself on fire and leaped off of Machia’s back like the chaotic evil, I-just-bleached-all-my-brain-cells weird little fire man he is, ready to burn everyone to crispy bits before they could even react properly to his whole big revenge speech. Fortunately he did not succeed on account of THE RETURN OF THE JING, THE JOAT, BEST FUCKING JEANIST, back from the dead by popular demand in what critics are calling “the best fucking comeback since Jesus himself.”

Today on BnHA: Best Jeanist snatches up Machia and the rest of the League with his fiber steel cables before you can say “more like BEAST JEANIST amirite.” Dabi gets all worked up and lights Hadou on fire which is a real JERK MOVE, and is all “THIS RIGHT HERE IS ALSO ENDEAVOR’S FAULT”, which, NOT SUPER CONVINCED ON THAT, BUT OKAY. Anyway so then he burns up all the cables holding him which is crazeballs btw, and then he and Shouto start fighting, and so basically the whole thing is a literal hot mess and we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile Tomura wakes up and summons some Noumus, and poor Jeanist has to deal with those on top of the still-attempting-to-rampage Gigantomachia, and everyone else is all “we can’t help you on account of we’re all half dead”, and so it’s looking really bad. And then -- and I can’t stress enough how much I don’t even have the faintest idea how to segue into this next part -- the chapter ends with Mirio!?! just sort of POPPING UP OUT OF THE GROUND all, “SURPRISE, BITCH”, and it literally was so surprising that I am still just kind of speechless. WELL-PLAYED, I GUESS, lol wtf.

lol okay so the first page in the RHA scan is just the “three musketeers” movie promo image that we all already saw a few days ago. but it does confirm that (a) it is indeed a movie, and (b) that it’s set for a summer 2021 release! how exciting

okay so now back to our special Dabi edition of Making a Murderer

“ray of hope” oh hell yes. SAVE US MR. JEANIST

I guess he had a TV in his private hero jet or something?

gotta say, “dammit Dabi” does not even remotely sound like Authentic Best Jeanist Dialogue to me though. gonna need Caleb to see to this. well but what do you guys think? does Best Jeanist curse?? I personally feel like he’s one of those guys who NEVER EVER swears no matter what, except under the most hilariously trifling circumstances. like he’s eating an avocado one day and he accidentally stains the cuffs of his beloved jostume green and he’s all “FUCK”

btw how fucking rich is Best Jeanist though that he has his own fucking plane? the thought just suddenly occurred to me, you know? like even Endeavor, whose agency has its own on-site luxury apartment suites for all of his interns, still drives around in a dinky little car that Bakugou has declared to be too small. which, I guess we know why he felt that way now, seeing as the guy he previously interned with apparently gets around in Jeans Force One

anyway so back to the part where Jeanist shows up to save the day!! YEAH JEANIST WOOOOO

ILU JEANIST YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST!! HUGS AND KISSES!!!

lmao we just saw Gigantomachia take out like a hundred guys not ten chapters ago. and Best Jeanist shows up and takes him down in like two seconds. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES LEAGUE OF VILLAINS. BET YOU’RE WISHING YOU’D TAKEN HIS QUIRK NOW, AFO. GET FUCKED YOU OLD SPUD

KACCHAN IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM AWW

SIDE NOTE, IIDA, YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE WORDS LATER ABOUT YOU ACTUALLY AGREEING TO PUT HIM BACK DOWN. YOU DO UNDERSTAND THAT THIS CHILD IS STILL DRIPPING BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE FROM HIS MULTIPLE STAB WOUNDS, RIGHT? WAY TO ASSERT YOUR AUTHORITY THERE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE CLASS PRESIDENT NOT THE CLASS CLOWN, COME ON NOW

LMAO DABI IS FRANTICALLY TRYING TO DO THE PLOT MATH

SHOULDA CHECKED MORE CLOSELY MY GOOD MARK. LOOKS LIKE YOU MISSED THE “MADE IN CHINA” STICKER ON THE BOTTOM. YOU HAVE BEEN BAMBOOZLED. OR ACTUALLY, I GUESS THE MORE ACCURATE WORD HERE IS JAMBOOZLED, AHAHAHAHA. JEANS

HOLY SHIT DABI

I legit almost thought that was Tomura for a second. you two look so alike now with the white hair and the crazy eyes

meanwhile, Shouto is still crying and it’s a lot to take, you guys. lotta feels

ffff come on Jeanist you better do something awesome again here, the mood of the chapter is starting to slip now

YES, GOOD, THAT’LL WORK

WELL YOU TELL ME, SPINNER. I GUESS THAT MEANS BEST JEANIST IS OFFICIALLY THE STRONGEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES NOW. SORRY I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

ffff now Spinner is trying to wake Tomura back up. nah, how’s about we not do that

OH MY GOD HADOU YESSSS

MY GIRL OUT HERE WITH THE “NO THANK YOU” BOUT TO CURBSTOMP THE BIG BAD WITH HER QUIRK KSFHLKLK WHO HERE HAD “HADOU SAVES THE DAY” ON YOUR WAR ARC BINGO CARDS, YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!!

HEY!!!!

fucking son of a... fffkfkff... someone please reassure me that fire isn’t Hadou’s weakness. someone. anyone. also could someone please dial an ambulance and send them to Horikoshi’s house. but not just yet. first I’m gonna need you to wait about fifteen minutes or so while I take care of some things

well all right then, Dabi. so you wanna go on then and explain to us all how this, too, is somehow Endeavor’s fault?

oh I see, you’ve decided that since he’s responsible for “creating” you, everyone you hurt and kill is in truth really being hurt and killed by him! well now, that sure is convenient as fuck I guess

(ETA: that’s a nice effect with the panel sides getting all warped by Dabi’s quirk though, just noticed that.)

amazing how quickly you used up that sympathy card my guy. Shouto please kick his ass, I’m fucking done lol, you can all sort out the rest in therapy later

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DIAL BACK DEKU’S EMPATHY STATS JUST A LITTLE BIT, HOLY --

“TODOROKI-KUN IS HURT THE MOST”, HE SAYS, WITH HIS ARM BONES SHATTERED INTO LITTLE TOOTHPICK-SIZED PIECES. I MEAN, HE’S PROBABLY TALKING MORE ABOUT MENTAL ANGUISH GIVEN THE CONTEXT HERE, BUT STILL. THAT’S ENOUGH HEROICS FROM YOU ALREADY FOR ONE DAY

NOOO JEANIST

LOTS OF SMOKE IN THE AIR RIGHT ABOUT NOW AND MY BOY’S STILL DOWN A LUNG. GOD DAMMIT

“if the number one suffers a total loss here, this country will fall to pieces” well okay, real talk though, I think the “country falling to pieces” part is pretty much unavoidable at this juncture. you all are just gonna have to try your best to pick up those pieces after the fact and see what you can do with them. if I were you I’d be less worried about the number one’s reputation and more concerned with the half-dozen child soldier interns who are still on the field and very much at risk of being burned to death should you suffer that “total loss.” please try to keep it together here for them

OH FOR FUCK’S

I really thought RockLockRock was gonna come into play here. USE YOUR QUIRK TO LOCK THE ROPES IN PLACE YOU DIP!! if he seriously just sits there and does nothing when his quirk could be the deciding factor I am cancelling his useless ass cute kid or no cute kid shfkjdls

(ETA: is he even there?? did he and Manual just hightail it out of there?? “well good luck, children.”)

also, we’ll put this aside for now to perhaps speculate about later, but what’s with Tomura remembering his dad’s house yet again in that far right panel?? and being itchy again?? I still have yet to fully work out the psychological mechanisms at work as far as his itchiness goes, so I’ll admit this is intriguing to me. it seemed like it was connected to his decay quirk, but then why is it acting up again now. what is this lol

yuh oh

forgot about these guys. looks like these heroes aren’t having such a fun time

oh fucksticks

excuse me ma’am but I don’t like this. you do know that my kids are all there, right. all burnt and impaled and broken-boned and the like. well except for Iida. he’s fine still. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I FEEL LIKE WATCHING HIM GET TORN APART BY FOUR HIGH ENDS, WTF

HORIKOSHI YOU MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

god fucking... okay look. Horikoshi. you win, okay!? congratulations, you win, this is your show and we’re all just sitting here at your mercy. fine. go ahead and just kill off everyone ever, then!! what am I even gonna do about it. stop reading?? fuck

this whole thing really went from zero to fucked before I could even blink huh. I really thought this was gonna be a turning point chapter for the heroes. shows what I know I guess??

meanwhile this motherfucker is just SCREAMING

ngl, if I wasn’t currently terrified on account of things suddenly taking such a drastic turn for the worse, this would be the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Jeanist my man, I hype you up like it’s my job because you are the greatest fucking meme character in the history of time, but make no mistake, you are also highkey WORTH ALL THE HYPE AND THEN SOME

seriously, though. don’t fucking mind him you guys, he’s just standing here in the coolest pose of all time taking on Gigantomachia all alone with one fucking lung because the substance pumping through his veins is COLD-BLOODED LIQUID DENIM, and DENIM FEELS NO FEAR

Best Jeanist really needs to get his own theme song. -- oh my god I just finally thought of a title for this post. lmao and it’s the dumbest thing. omg

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKI BROS ARE OFF IN THEIR OWN DRAMATIC LITTLE FIRE WORLD

which one do you think is the Mario and which is the Luigi. well, but I mean, Dabi clearly thinks that he’s the Luigi though and that’s why he’s so mad. nobody wants to be Luigi. what a life

THAT’S IT, SHOUTO!! POINT OUT ALL OF HIS HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT, I WANT ANSWERS

JUST TO CLARIFY, IT’S THAT NATSU, NOT SOME OTHER NATSU!! SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!!

OH, WELL IN THAT CASE

BUT OF COURSE. THAT WOULD MAKE IT ALL WORTHWHILE, holy shit. okay I’m just gonna go ahead and say it, Dabi is a piece of work. I really thought this arc would make him more sympathetic at long last, but it seems like it’s doing just the opposite?? this is like an anti-redemption arc. I don’t relish the thought of venturing into the fandom tags once I finish reading this lol

(ETA: well folks, I’ve done it. and actually it was pretty interesting because there are apparently like ten different things that people are mad about, and so it’s like. each post is a new adventure lmao.)

so Shouto is all “BRUH HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT” and Dabi is all “YES”, basically? like, he says he’s completely lost his feeling for anything. omg. but you were so sweet. how does that even happen

“finally I can kill you” okay for real what the heck is your damage bro?? can we not. I like Shouto just the way he is, un-killed

oh shit and now the Noumus are here

cue Bakugou diving in to save his mentor, STAB WOUNDS BE DAMNED!! actually it would make more sense for it to be Iida, but if Kacchan is really fixin’ to go full Shounen Dumbass here then he might as well go all out, y’know

-- unless of course, Deku decides to activate another quirk??

“last I checked, the main character of this series was still me” OH? WELL I SUPPOSE THAT IS TRUE, SO PRAY TELL, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT LEFT UP YOUR SLEEVE YOU SUICIDAL BRUSSELS SPROUT

fucking love how he’s all “HAHAHA WITH MY NEW QUIRKS I CAN STILL DO STUPID SHIT EVEN WITH MY ARMS AND LEGS GROUND TO A FINE POWDER” btw. what can I say. Deku gonna Deku

FMMFHDKUHK W H A T

HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WHAT THE WHAT. QUE THE FUCK

(ETA: okay look, all the love in the world to the brave scanlators who take time out of their lives to translate the leaks every week just so we can read the chapter a couple of days early like the addicts we are. that said, translating Mirio’s signature “POWER!!” -- which was already written in English in the original scan -- to “POG-CHAMP” is just a whole new level of wtfuckery from them lmao. is the Lida person back at it again?? amazing.)

MIRIO!?!?! SHOWS UP TO SAVE THE DAY?!?! POGS HIMSELF UP OUT THE GROUND TO BEAT THE NOUMUS LIKE IT AIN’T NO THING. JUST LIKE WE ALL PREDICTED!? I’M SORRY, DID YOU NOT SEE THAT COMING?? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOUR DAILY HOROSCOPE FROM ASTROLOGY DOT COM DIDN’T HAVE THAT ONE IN THE CARDS?? WAS IT NOT OBVIOUS?? TODOROKIS PLUS BEST JEANIST EQUALS MIRIO??

hot damn. Tintin really saw the writing on the wall with the impending Dabi Discourse and was all “NOT SO FAST” lmao. “HERE’S A BRAND NEW THING FOR YOU ALL TO DISCOURSE ABOUT” MIRIO YOU WILD CHILD. YOU GLORIOUS THUG

MEANWHILE LET’S NOT FORGET WHAT MIRIO HAVING HIS POWERS BACK ACTUALLY IMPLIES. HOLY SHIT. SUDDENLY WE CUT BACK TO ALL MIGHT’S OFFICE, ALL THE WAY BACK AT UA. ERI BRANDISHES HER TOKOYAMI-GIFTED BUSTER SWORD, A DETERMINED GLEAM IN HER EYE. “I HEARD YOU WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC WITHOUT ME.” OH. MY. GOD

#bnha 292 #best jeanist #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #hadou nejire #toogata mirio #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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