#A bleak outlook about himself

[drones-of-innocence]

"Pedro Pascal is making me want to write edgy Mario fic"

Now i am very, very curious of what you would write because you usually write such fluffy Mario fics 👀

Oh you mean from this? 🤭

I do love writing sweet fluffy stuff more than anything else, but I can't deny there has always been at least a little bit of an animal inside that wants to explore some darker concepts 😳

I actually have a couple of ideas that go in a darker direction, but none of them have been fully fleshed out exactly. Sometimes I'll get started writing on something only for my muse to abandon it in favor of something else. So I'll just write down as much of the idea as it comes to me in the hopes that my darting, buzzing fly of a brain will come back to it sometime. It's worked before with stories like with Love Story, What They Don't See (which I have more plans for 👀) or Fresh Air particularly. But what I have published is not even half of the ideas I want to write 😭 So sometime maybe I'll end up having the inspiration (and nerve) to fully commit to a darker storyline, maybe even one with a bad ending.

For the Pedro Pascal (😩💘) thing in particular, a post-apocalyptic Mushroom Kingdom setting would be so fun to explore. I automatically think of the Mushroomy Kingdom stage from Super Smash Bros Brawl where everything was bleak and uninhabitable. Assuming it's a sort of "bad ending" premise where Bowser successfully takes over the Mushroom Kingdom in a disastrous war and Princess Peach was forced into hiding, that kind of leads me to try to fill in the hole of who Mario is in this story and why he doesn't know of her already since he apparently has notoriety himself, albeit at a possibly more illicit angle. Maybe he's a stranger to the Mushroom Kingdom (whether he's from our Earth or not) and the MK was sort of a mysterious/mythical state to the rest of the world before it was taken over by Bowser. How he wound up there might have to do with being stuck or trapped or even an attempt at retiring from the life he had before. (smuggling? bounty hunting? etc)

Maybe Peach is trying to get to the legendary Rainbow Road because it would allow her to access her magic power that has been severed due to Bowser's destruction? So she needs a reliable transport there since she can't navigate the dangerous overworld on her own. If she were able to access her power again, she would easily be able to oust Bowser and return the Mushroom Kingdom to its former lush, peaceful state. And Mario, perhaps a hardened and initially cold person due to rough experiences/loss, is called upon to assist this vulnerable character (just like Mando or Joel 🥺)

I'm so weak for an initial "refusal of the call" trope where the calloused character ends up changing his mind *of his own accord* (even if he pretends its a nuisance) just by virtue of experiencing the warmth and life of the innocent character. It accesses something soft inside him that he maybe believed was dead, or that he was never allowed/able to have before in the first place. In this case, Mario would see Peach's gentle kindness toward her suffering citizens and even towards himself, and it would open up a new world of possibilities in his heart 🤧💖

Along the way, they get assistance from old friends with Toad and Yoshi, and maybe even a bittersweet reunion with Luigi who has holed himself up for survival in an abandoned mansion. And as they get closer and closer to being able to travel down Rainbow Road, it becomes clear that a grand battle with Bowser is inevitable 🔥 And Mario, with newly accessed warmth and love in his heart, doesn't hesitate to march into battle for a Princess who believes in him 🌟

#This was long whoops!! #Thank you for the ask!! 😍 #There is an edginess to Mario that I hint at already in my fics #A sense of shame and resignation #A bleak outlook about himself #And the world or human nature in general #But Peach is always the one to shift his perspective #Make him see the goodness in people and himself 🥺 #I already love Mando so much for his literal armored approach #That gets shed in small pieces over time with Grogu #I'd do something similar here I think #If I were skilled enough to pull it off rip #Mario being initially callous is something I really want to try my hand at writing #Idk if I'll get to this but it is on my mind #Also just know I was losing my mind when I saw it #Because I'm a Pedro simp and also I literally write Mario fic #I'm gonna start introducing myself that way tbh #ANYway thank you for paying close attention to my tags 😂 #I have a lot of thoughts and I don't like taking up a lot of space #So they're sort of “read if you want to” #Nice to know someone likes to follow my thoughts #🥺 #istadris #Ask #Diary of Drones #Mario #Princess Peach #Pedro Pascal 😍 #SNL #Mareach

[heartfullofleeches]

I would love butterfly boi hc <3

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Adonis - Yan Butterfly Hcs

Warnings: Cannibalism, Mentions of death, Stalking, Gross Behavior (namely sweat)

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Adonis is a male, conventionally attractive purple emperor butterfly. The attraction for many stops as his looks as getting to know him people tend to notice something.. strange about him. He seems friendly on the surface, but never expresses deeper interest in others beside his darling unless they've been injured or taking about their medical history in any form. Before meeting his lover Adonis has a very bleak, but cheerful outlook on life. It leans heavier on the brighter side once he realizes his feelings to the point he meets every day and event with a smile - even those where he's witness to or commits terrible crimes against humanity.

• Works for a crime clean up crew by day and most nights, and as a grave robber others. Most, if not all, of the jobs Adonis receives are phoned in by crooks/corrupt members of power as with his appetite it's killing two birds with one stone. They usually allow him to take whatever since he's already taking care of the body which results in nearly every house he cleans appearing as if no-one ever lived there.

His "souvenirs" are his prized possessions - till his darling comes around. Then he's willing to share. His first gift to them is an engagement ring he received as payment for his first job. It's a priceless heirloom, if the guy it belonged to have just sold it he'd still be around, but if that happened Adonis wouldn't have been able to give it to someone who deserves it more. The second gift is matching butterfly knives. Always on the hunt for more things to present to his darling during his cleanings. Anything brand new shows up on their doorstep or hooked up indoors if tthey haven't changed the locks again.

• Adonis' ideal darling is someone who's a little untidy. He enjoys his job and taking care of his lovebug, plus while cleaning up their home he can find more treasures to take with him. Half drunken bottles, sweaty clothes, straws they may have bitten. If they're the type to have adult toys he'll clean them by hand... likely with his tongue or after using them himself. It's important to keep things like that clean and sanitized.

Has a nasty habit of throwing out fragrant soaps and perfumes/colognes as they mask the natural scents he adores. Adonis is touchy and clingy during all seasons, but Summers are his most active as seeing his darling sweat cause him to lose all train of thought. Refuses to let his darling shower without bathing them with his tongue first when sweaty. If they aren't a fan of his tongue he'll wipe them down with some towels and huff the moist cloth instead.

Adonis' ideal first date is capturing someone from either his or his darling's past and burying them alive in a grave at his local cemetery while they have a picnic nearly in the butterfly garden. Adonis is stuck up in his head at times with fantasies of domestic bliss chopped up with slaughtering the neighborhood on the eve of a big anniversary. He makes killer banana bread.

What's his is his darling's, but the one thing he forbids is them going into his closet. Adonis has a hobby for polaroid photography and his closet is where he produces the film. He'd hate for his darling to recognize a face in his red folder drawer or find the drawer labeled with their name

#yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere x reader #yandere #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere hcs #Adonis my oc #yandere hybrid #yandere writing

[scarapanna]

To be honest, I ponder about Vanilla's prospects for redemption. Presently, the outlook appears bleak as Shadow Milk gradually recovers while mentally tormenting PV. It's a bit uncertain for me whether this coexistence can endure indefinitely. Now the situation to me looks like there is absolutely no hope that it will be possible to get rid of SM. Is Vanilla simply prolonging the inevitable or is there a glimmer of hope for eventual freedom?

Ooh I adore this question!!

In terms of redemption, Pure Vanilla has gotten the chance to try and get to know more about his counterpart, but he doubts it would be possible as Shadow Milk's too far gone in terms of corruption. And certainly is not letting go of his ideals.

The situation is pretty bad but hope is there, the deal has some perks outside of the loss of freedom, mostly revolving on Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla not being able to damage eachother.

The beast needed a disguise to keep up appearences, while the other wanted to have the possibility of going outside of the void he'd otherwise be confined to. Thus, Shadow Milk can't break or injure Pure Vanilla..at least not until his plan succeeds. This due to injuries reflecting on himself as well, and any unusual change in the ancient would signal that something is going on to anyone that knows him well.

What Vanilla had originally in mind was protecting others even if he was going to take a burden, so he's pretty much stalling while trying to contact the others without notice.

There is still hope, but finding a way to get Shadow Milk out that doesn't involve killing/sealing away the other too is going to be difficult.

#i'll just say bad endings are not my thing #all the hard work and pv's gamble will pay off in one way or another #askbox stuff #silly AU asks!! #intertwined opposites au #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #crk au #tecnically the two being bound by a deal is almost like having the virtue of knowledge whole again #but with instability #both were separated as individual beings and reuniting two things this vastly different from eachother has concequences #tldr: the pain caused by shifting leads is mostly caused by this #just felt like adding that extra ramble/silly #apologies for any incorrect grammar sbfjshfb #beetle's ramblings

[passionesolja]

Okay but like I completely get why mfs like Ascended!Astarion and I understand on an logical level why a mf would choose it (it’s beneficial to him to not have to deal with the vampire setbacks) BUT I think that there’s a real bleakness to it like if Astarion ascends, he never truly starts to deal with Cazador—never heals, or starts to come to terms with it. Yes, he kills him and takes his power, but by nothing about Astarion’s personhood or mental outlook improves. He is literally going to become the Cazador to an future Astarion. We can see that with how off the rails he goes, like he doesn’t let Tav break up with him. We know that Astarion has psychopathic tendencies but mf straight up becomes one. Mf he calls Tav his “pet”. This man doesn’t “love” Tav once he becomes ascended, Tav is a possession—just like what he was to Cazador.

I also think that the mfs who think that Ascended!Astarion would just make Tav into a vampire are kinda forgetting what Astarion said about vampires. You know when he was like “in theory, the vampire lets you drink they’re blood and you’re equal but vampires are power hungry so why would they create more competition for themselves”. This man won’t even let Tav break up with him once he’s vampire godking. shawty, do you what you want idgaf it’s a game but Ascended!Astarion is not going to turn Tav into an vampire, and he doesn’t have enough personal growth to become the exception to the rule.

Like I’m not telling anybody how to play the game, idc. But outside of the lust of the player, it’s really a sad and horrific ending for his character. oh wow he’s sexy and all but he’s also a hollow shell of who he was and he’s going to create 100s of more Astarions but this time they won’t be able to escape.

And we know that Astarion won’t want another version of himself because he’ll always know that if he did Cazador in, the same could happen to him.

By assisting Astarion in Ascending, you’re creating the new Cazador who will most certainly treat his vampirespawns cruelly and just as terribly as Cazador treated him. Like Cazador wasn’t treated good by his vampire master either, let’s not forget that. All I’m saying is that like outside of the player thinking Astarion is hot as the ascended vampire, there’s really nothing hot or sexy about it.

I ain’t moralizing or preaching idgaf what you do but it’s strange to see mfs hate Cazador and then assist Astarion in becoming Cazador 2 all because they think he’s sexy that way. Like damn shawty you think Cazador ain’t have have hoes who enabled him too?

#bg3 astarion #bg3 #astarion #cazador szarr #Baldur’s gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 meta

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Oneshot about Gojo with his s/o on their honeymoon night. (SFW & NSFW)

OH this is so cute and I need something sappy!

Now Presenting...

Starring Newly Wed!Satoru Gojo x Reader

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of Mrs.Gojo.” Satoru grinned. You laughed softly and grinned back. Both of you had been grinning all day.

Relief filled you as you stumbled into your hotel suite, laughing with your fiance- husband as the two of you crashed onto the bed. You were still filled with disbelief that came out in waves of excited giggles. After 2 years of engagement, the two of you had finally tied the knot. You giggled as Satoru kissed you, pulling you closer to him than you thought imaginable.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being called Mrs.Gojo” You hummed to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Well I hope not,” He said, “It's your name forever now, no takesies backsies.” He satiated, putting all the authority he had into it. He pulled you into yet another tender kiss, getting lost in the feeling of your plush lips against his. He tasted like wedding cake and champagne and you couldn’t get enough of it. He was everything saccharine in this world and you felt like you could have kissed him forever. 

When the two of you finally pulled away from the kiss, it was only so Satoru could rest his forehead against yours. It was like he still couldn’t believe that you were his forever, and that he could hold you like this whenever he wanted. Few things had changed from the time the two of you had started dating, including the way he held you; like you may disappear at any moment.

“Well,” He smiled, “here's to infinity.” 

“Be clearly aware of stars and infinity on high,” you said, the quote tumbling out of you, “Then life seems almost enchanted after all.” Satoru couldn’t hide the grin the Van Gogh quote brought to him. It was the same quote you told him when he first told you about infinity, one of his many cursed techniques. You weren’t dating at the time, but the casualness of the way you said it struck Satoru. As if his cursed technique could make life seem enchanting. Yea right. 

Still, when he found himself drowning in the burden of being the Satoru Gojo: Holder of the six eyes, he found himself thinking of that quote. He found himself thinking of you. It made the heaviness feel a little bit lighter, his outlook a little less bleak. Looking back, he was sure that quote was the seed of him falling in love with you. 

“I love you.” He purred, adoration pooling in his eyes, or maybe those were tears, who knows? You smiled and kissed his nose, hoping he felt even an ounce of the warmth and love you felt for him. 

“I love you too ‘Toru” You smiled. Gojo felt fluffy, full of excitement and mirth. He pulled you into yet another kiss, this time deeper, somehow more passionate. You thought that was impossible. You melted into him, tangling your fingers into his hair as you pulled him impossibly closer. You needed to feel close to him.

Satoru pulled back long enough to help you get out of your elaborate wedding dress, leaving you in your simple white underwear.you pushed his jacket off his shoulders and unzipped his slacks. If you ever doubted Satorus love for you, He always showed it here, in your quiet moments together. When he’s kissing you tenderly as he presses you into the bed, marking your body with his love has he kissed his way down your body. 

You felt the excitement spread in you as his marks blossomed. You started to squirm underneath him as he finally made his way to your hips and thighs. Satoru smiled at you one last time before placing a teasing kiss to your inner thigh. “Come on Gojo-” You wined, just for him to nip at you.

“ Hey!” You protested more out of surprise than anything.

“We’re both Gojo now,” he reminded you, “You can’t call me by your name.” He teased, making you roll your eyes but admittedly drawing a small chuckle from you as well. He was right, The two of you shared a lost name now. But, in your defense, old habits die hard.

“Don’t tease me, Satoru.” You whined softly. That seemed to appease him. He smiled as he slipped off your panties, running his tongue up your folds. You moaned softly, thankful to finally be getting the attention you craved. You tangled your fingers into his hair as you bucked into him. His lips found your clit, sending electric pleasure through your core. 

You moaned out his name as you got lost in him, bucking your hips to him as he slipped 2 fingers into your already dripping pussy. Satoru curled his fingers up to stroke your g-spot, determined to draw every noise he possibly could out of you and ignore his cock straining in his boxers. He wanted this to be about you. Then again, he always wanted it to be about you. It was his way of showing you his love. 

You could feel a tsunami building up inside of you, building itself up and already threatening to capsize you. Every stroke of his fingers was a stroke of lighting, movement of his tongue a wave of ecstasy. “Satoru, please…I need you.” You moaned out through labored breaths, “I want you.”

“You want me baby?” Satoru grinned, his chest filling with pride as he saw you nod aggressively. Who was he to deny his wife what she wanted? He pulled up and quickly slipped off his boxers, not wanting to keep you waiting. He caught your lips in a kiss again. He couldn't get enough of kissing you. He had the rest of your lives to kiss you as much as he wanted and yet he was still convinced it wouldn’t be enough time. 

You were lost in the kiss, so you were honestly taken a bit by surprise as you felt your husband begin to push in. A moan escaped your lips as you shuddered, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his shoulder. Satoru just smiled.

“You’re so good for me baby,” He purred, sucking yet another mark into your neck, “You’re so fucking good.” His words made sunshine spread in your chest, and the feeling of his cock kissing your g-spot made the storm inside of you swell. Satoru knew your body as well as his own at this point, meaning he knew better than anyone how to send you to cloud nine. And he was using all of the tricks he had in the book tonight.

“F-fuck, ‘Toru!” You moaned out his name, struggling to think of any other words. He filled all of your senses, turned your blood into fire and your brain into honey. The tsunami was hitting its peak, the string that had been steadily growing inside of you about to reach its breaking point. 

“I love it when you say my name,” Satoru praised, losing himself in his own pleasure, “It sounds so pretty coming from you. Say it again.”

“Satoru.” You obeyed through unsteady breaths as his cock massaged your g-spot, “I’m close. S-so close.” Music to your husband's ears. He grinned as his fingers found your clit, massaging expert circles into your clit. 

“Then cum for me.” He purred. A few more strokes of his masterful fingers and you were tumbling off a cliff. The string had snapped, you had capsized, waves of pleasure rolling over you again and again and leaving you useless to stop them. You screamed out his name, at least you thought you did. You weren’t positive. Your senses were full of cotton and Satoru, your nervous system was electrified, and your heart was racing. 

You cunt fluttered around Satoru, sending him over his own edge. He worked you through both of your highs, the pleasure of that act sending your body through aftershocks and leaving you shaking like a leaf in his arms. Satoru collapsed next to you, breathing hard as he pulled you into his chest. He smiled softly as he kissed the top of your head. “Not a bad way to kick off our marriage.” He thought to himself.

He looked at you, bathed in the moonlight from your hotel window and still basking in your afterglow and his heart swelled with love and affection. He couldn’t imagine how he had gotten so lucky as to marry you, but he was so thankful he was.

“I Love You Y/n.” He said, pulling you from your near sleep. You smiled sleepily at him.

“I Love You Too Satoru.” You promised.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jjk smut #satoru gojo #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader fluff #gojo fluff #gojo smut

[mattodore]

ocs aging is my favorite thing to read about, so i wanna ask you a question - how do you see matthias and theo (and their relationship) in their fourties?

and generally for how long you have their story planned? you think only about times when they young or you have “planned” their 50s, 60s etc

ly ly ly

Oh I really love where Theo and Matthias find themselves as they age into their forties.

For Theo, he’s fully out from under his parents’ thumb by the time he reaches forty and he’s also been clean for a good handful of years. The first twenty-something years of Theo’s life were… well, they were really hard on him. He thought of himself less as a person and more as an extension of his parents’ will. He did what they said when they said it no matter how little he wanted to, but once he let go of all that appeasement and supplication… he finally got to relax. Theo’s had pretty bad identity issues his whole life, but in his thirties and beyond it’s like he’s finally found himself again. He was lost before, you know? And in his forties he’s comfortable. I’m not saying he’s magically healed and well adjusted or anything, like he has C-PTSD and he still begs off therapy appointments and taking meds but… he knows who he is and he can see the world in the same colors he saw when he was five and still playing in the garden, unafraid of all the things a child shouldn’t know about.

For Matthias, he’s settled into his forties with grace. I think he’s more grounded after having Theo in his life for two decades. I think I’ve said this before, but he was numb to pretty much everything in his twenties and totally disillusioned and nihilistic. Let me be real… Matthias’s personality hardly changes as he ages, but I think his outlook on life is a little less bleak with Theo in it. Hm… I think in his late thirties he’s finally processed a lot of the trauma he experienced in his teen years, but… I don’t think his insomnia ever goes away. I do think he can sleep a little longer, but he still has auditory hallucinations for sure. Nevertheless, Matthias is fulfilled in his forties. He has his best friend and the love of his life… it’s all he needs. I think Matthias is really just someone who desperately wanted to be loved and he didn’t know what that hunger was for until he was so full of it it got stuck in his teeth.

As for their relationship when they’re older… they’d actually defined it, first off. I think they feel like they’re too old to be calling each other ‘boyfriend’ so instead Theo calls Matthias his partner and Matthias calls Theo his lover. They’re definitely living together but they’re still not married. I think Matthias might’ve proposed sometime in their early thirties but been rejected. Not that it was a serious proposal, mind you—like, the chance that he asked during sex is pretty high I won’t lie lmao—but I think he was probably just trying to get a feel for what Theo wants and that was a good enough answer for him. Day-to-day… hm… Theo’s a working man so he’s often late to meals and Matthias has to find him in his art studio to get him to eat something. Matthias is still a layabout but he does busy himself with writing—just journaling and letters and stories he reads for Theo. Matthias is also sponsoring a few organizations that’re trying to shut down the troubled teen industry. They visit Imani and her husband often and Matthias babysits when asked—Theo is very hands-off when Matthias is babysitting since he still has a pretty emotional response to seeing happy kids... ugh. The friends of Theo’s who stuck around from his party days will have lunch with him every few weeks, but they still don’t like or want to be around Matthias, which, like… fair. Theo doesn’t really hang out with anyone on a regular basis other than Matthias, if I’m honest. Theo just… isn’t actually a people person, it turns out. Theo also does a lot of volunteer work with animals since it’s another kind of therapy for him. They’re just happy, y'know?

As for the actual extent of the planning I’ve done with the characters... well, there’s no end to their lives in my head since I can just picture them at any age. I know Theo and Matthias very well… I don't even really need to think about it (which is also why I hardly ever write anything down… they’re just living in my head). That said, the actual story they come from (which doesn’t actually have a title—echthroi is just a temporary name) only lasts for about two—maybe three—years. It’s not fully plotted out because I would first need to actually make the Big Decisions I’ve been putting off with relation to the plot for foreverrr, but I know where it starts and where it ends. So they’re both forever in their 20s in that way, but to me they’re every age they’ll ever be.

#river dipping #asks #anonymous #oc extras #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #echthroi #…took me way longer than ten minutes #i kept doubling back and agonizing like uhhh does this sentence make sense? is this a good enough summation of what they’re like??? #😭😭😭 #i’m posting this so late now… 🚶🚶🚶 #well. anon i hope you see this 🧎 sorry it took me a bit #and thank you <33333!!!!!!! for asking abt them #i actually really love imagining them as they age together #their twenties are so tumultuous #and it’s nice to think abt them without going :(((( #🥺…….. #well. anyway it’s eleven 😭😭😭 i need to get to sleep here soon #i’m gonna reward myself for finishing this by looking at some nani tanvi content now 😋 #and then i’ll head to bed #in the morning i’ll post the before and after for this edit bc i think the difference is probably crazy #and then i’ll post all these reblogs i have drafted #MWAH!!! good night <333

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep1 Musings - Revenants Pt2

This is the 2nd half of my Revenants Musings. It's unrelated to Pt1, tbh, except that I'm still talking about revenants. But now I'm switching gears to talk about Louis' POV & attitude towards them.

In Europe, he & Claudia are looking for 2 things: ARTICULATE vampires who can explain more about vampires than Lestat; and LOVING vampires with whom they can create a new home.

Mindless Revenants, and Looking for "Good"/God

We get these huge themes in S2 AND S1, that at surface level seem to be making value/character judgements about American vs (Eastern) European vampires, and society at large.

However, it's long been established that the good/bad dichotomy is highly subjective in TVC, and doesn't really apply or work. Not only are we talking about serial killing vampires; but we're also talking about the world at large. AR's TVC has a VERY dark & bleak outlook on the world--no one particular country or culture or religion, but ALL of them. This is summed up by Akasha, desperately wanting to put an end to war & violence (in the most fatalistic way possible).

Lestat's Vampire Court holds that what makes eternal life worth enduring is aesthetics, beauty, art; specifically: Lestat's concept of The Savage Garden, in contrast with the self-loathing of Alessandra's Devil's Road (which they've given to Daciana on the show).

It's categorically white privileged post-Renaissance/Enlightenment colonialist imperialist artistic nonsense, but AR's vampires are bougie AF classist elitist aesthetes who used to be Old World dynasts and Merovingian queens and French marquises and Roman patricians and American slaveowners, and other exploitative aristocrats. So we're scraping the bottom of the barrel, really--none of these are ethically/morally "good" or "bad" peoples, vampires, or countries.

AMC!Louis has a VERY interesting scene when he & Claudia argue.

YES, actually. XD Projecting much! That's one of the FIRST things Louis can't wait to ask Armand in the book/movie!

Louis is Catholic. Like--HELLA Catholic. But Louis' such a coward that he'd rather deny the obvious: convince himself that God doesn't exist; there's wild baboons out there in effing EUROPE; he's an apex predator who only eats helpless baby foxes and guys he has to PAY to feed on; "love? what love?!;" Lestat WHOMST?; Claudia didn't think Paris sucked at all~!; I'm not super depressed & missing my husband, the blood is just "bad" here; I need to find "good" vamps just like me!

Louis does NOT think he OR vampires are good--AT ALL. Like Armand in TVA/Memnoch, Lou's looking for proof that God exists, and for confirmation that they really are damned; forsaken by God.

But Armand couldn't tell him anything, cuz the Children of Satan who taught him didn't have any answers, either. But TVL/QotD blows the lid wide open, when Lestat finally spills the beans & exposes ALL the truths Claudia & Lou had badgered him with over 100 years before.

NOLA had no answers. Eastern Europe had no answers. Paris had no answers. The only vamps who ever gave Louis concrete answers were Lestat in TVL, Maharet in QoTD, and Amel in the PL trilogy. And it's only in the PL trilogy that Louis finally gives up believing in the "Devil's Road," and starts accepting the Savage Garden instead, as Lestat's Blood Spouse at the end of the series LOUIS started.

Mindless Revenants, and The Coven of the Articulate

Although they're both looking for connection, community, companionship, Claudia's Louis' priorities are very different, cuz they've had VERY different experiences with vampirism. Claudia is looking for someone who'll love & respect HER as an adult, despite her being made as a child. Louis is looking for someone to BE in love with, cuz he was made out of love.

For Claudia, she and Daciana are rather similar, cuz they treat the revenant (a grown man) like a child--Claudia sees herself as someone who can be his mentor/mother, teaching him how to eat and hunt and talk; someone she can have KINSHIP with; "the same."

But for Lou, he wants sentient vampires, not mindless revenants.

Claudia read him for FILTH, cuz YES: Louis wanted to be hunted courted. He's a hopeless romantic who likes walks in the park & nights at the opera & bookish conversations by the hearth at home.

At the end of TVC, the most important members of the Vampire Court are the "Coven of the Articulate;" those who'd written the TVC books & shared their stories & explained their place in world history.

And Louis is their founding member, the godfather of their immortal book club, the bookworm who kickstarted TVC with Daniel in IWTV. Unlike a LOT of vampires, Lou never went to ground; he stays awake & keeps a whole archive/library. (He's SO similar with Maharet.) How much he's actually LEARNING? Who knows. But he ENDURES.

Mindless Revenants, and Looking for Love in all the Wrong Places

Lou's starving for (romantic) love. So ofc Louis rejects the revenant on sight. There's nothing romantic/charming about him. Louis feels ZERO kinship with it, despite it very clearly being in fact a vampire--"the same" as him.

YOU'RE dirty, Louis--you literally looked like a nasty AF zombie at the beginning of this episode, wtf? XD

Which makes Lou's whole reaction to DreamStat HILARIOUSLY sad.

Cuz at the end of the day it's not REALLY about what the revenant looks like--though yes, ofc it's hideous & sheltered pretty-boy Lou's SHOCKED that vampires can even look that bad. Cuz unfortunately, AMC never gave us our Swamp King! 😩

AMC is REALLY beating us over the head with just how down horrendous Loustat are for each other. DreamStat's got a whole effing bat clawing its way out of his gashed throat, but Lou's still standing there, tears in his eyes, apologizing, and letting this ghoulish creature neck on him in the middle of a frikkin battlefield reeking of corpses, like...sir. 😨 Jfc, BOTH of y'all're nasty freaks, huh?

Cuz what matters is that it's LESTAT and LOUIS. Covered in gore & filth & at their absolute WORST, these stupid mofos STILL love each other. LBH, if Swamp King revenant-looking DreamStat had popped up instead, Lou would've STILL dropped trou and started singing voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir~! 😍

Only difference is that there's no reason for AMC's version to look like that, since Les got off easy in Ep7. So instead we get the beauty filter, as Lestat gets less & less bloody/gory every time we see him, until he shows up at the Trial for realsies.

So when Claudia & Louis make these sweeping statements about "bad" vs "good," this MUST be treated with a grain of salt, considering the layers of context in AR's TVC universe & how vampires operate, and perceive the world. Louis' not REALLY looking for anything in Europe--he's just running far away from what (who) he wants most.

#louis de pointe du lac #loustat #smdh #iwtv tvc metas

[1mpulsee]

"Bartholomew Henry Allen the second. Superhero with increased speed, aka a Speedster metahuman, ability to time travel, and molecular acceleration. Hero Alias: Impulse. He is compulsive, possibly dangerous with his vast knowledge, while also displaying some lack of common interaction due to unstable emotions that are erratic as his movements...

Those are just some stats I wrote about him in a file when we first met. All facts, but an outsider's view of a first impression conducted to keep him in check as a new teammate with a cold outlook. How the years have changed it.

All those stats do not even hint at the depth inside this precious man. His optimism may be fueled by depression, but that is to make sure others don't feel the way he does inside. His energetic and sometimes wholesome personality challenged my outlook, often in situations where I would have allowed more instinct than compassion to rule without him. I always want to protect him despite his abilities overshadowing my own naturally and the man can heal from anything physical before I get a bandaid out. That doesn't stop me from caring or wanting to show it, even if it is unnecessary. I've lived briefly in a world without Bart; it was another shot to the heart that I'd grieve over and over if it became a loop.

The world needs him much as it needs us and we are so damn lucky he traveled back in time to the moment he did. Selfishly, I was glad he stayed, humbled to be his team leader despite the clashes, but I understand him now. He is lovely, internally fragile, while externally a bullet, and often times, needs reminding when that spastic mind turns against him. The man is silly in a sense that can not be explained and has brought so much laughter to the years that seemed bleak. The world is a heavy place, yet somehow, he fights against it repeatedly with the same energetic spirit. I hope one day he sees himself as I do.

Until then, I'll keep reminding him what a fantastic friend and amazing person he is. My teammate. My own personal speedster that no other speedster can compare to. My best friend.

My Bart. "

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE THINK ABOUT MINE ? — accepting !!

as eloquent as his BEST FRIEND’S words are, none come from Bart’s throat . how small anything he could come up with would be in comparison, how he could never express the gratitude and LOVE he had for the other . he only wished that Tim knew that Bart would tear through a billion universes for as long as it took to reach him — that NOTHING would keep them apart if he had any say . that not death nor existence trying to erase their connection could stop their bond .

maybe if he was more well-spoken, he’d say that in this moment . he’d TOLD his friend similar sentiments many times, but for now, all Bart can do is sniffle — his face had been streaked with happy tears for most of the speech — and step forward to embrace Tim tightly .

#⁽ ⠀ ⚡️ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ * ⠀ ic. #reddrakebird #// saved #// hi what if i was utterly destroyed in the best way possible #// I will never stop thinking about this /pos #// GODDDDDD #// I LOVE THEMMMMM #// also I did this ic hope u don’t mind

[villainousshakespeare]

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 24

Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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It had taken a satisfyingly short time to convince Thor and their mother that he was not going to be delayed in returning to Midgard. Friga had wanted to summon Eir and attempt to repair the sieve that they had made his memory. Thor had babbled some nonsense about danger if he set foot in the mortal's fortress. Loki had ignored them both with ease. The threat, made with just the right amount of intensity, that he would use his own weakened powers to access hidden paths to Earth were enough to have them both agreeing to bring him there themselves by a less strenuous route.

Loki didn't understand why they didn't just have the Gatekeeper open the Bifrost to the compound where this mortal woman was at present, but Thor was rather insistent that a stealthier course was called for. This was such an aberration from his brother's normal tendency to barrel in hammer first that both Loki and Frigga were quick to acquiesce, although their mother looked a little uneasy with the method it left to them.

"You do still have the Tesseract I assume, brother?" Thor had asked.

Another wave of sensation had rocked Loki, and he had to steady himself physically to avoid falling once again.

The Tesseract. Yes, the name filled him with something that was not quite comfort, but yet still offered a sense of relief. It was as if an escape card had been slipped into his pocket. It made sense; from what he knew of the Tesseract, container of the Space Stone, it could carry someone of sufficient mental strength to command it anywhere they wanted to go. One of the primal forces of creation, nothing he knew of would be able to stop it from taking him to Earth or anywhere else.

He had it?

Loki closed his eyes and mentally reached into his pocket dimension, paying much more attention than would usually be required in order to retrieve an item tucked away. He felt the auras of his usual items: knives, quills, paper, armor, anything he might need in his roamings, and dismissed them all. There were a few things he had not remembered adding, such as a rose-colored parka, some sort of projector, and a pair of sorcerous handcuffs. He would have to explore more later to see what else he had acquired in his missing days. There! in the midst of all the objects was a gently glowing blue cube that emitted a powerful aura.

Loki had pulled it out into the night air and held it aloft. How had he come to have one of the building blocks of the universe in his possession? It was yet another mystery to be solved. Right then however, he had been too concerned with the first problem. Who was this woman, this mortal of all things, who filled him with such a sense of need that he was willing to put his health at risk in order to find her and assure himself of her safety?

"Oh Loki, the Tesseract?" Frigga sighed in a voice he had been hearing his entire life.

"Apparently," he shrugged, tossing it up and catching it just for the effect. He couldn't have them realize how off his game he truly was after all.

"Give it to me, you are in no condition to use it."

"Mother -"

"Do not try to dissemble with me! You can barely stand on your own accord, how do propose to control an artifact of such power? More like than not you would end up on some random moon if you tried on your own. If you want to go, and must go now, then you will let me provide the guidance. End of discussion."

When it came right down to it, he had not been feeling at his best, and if there was any person he trusted to turn over such a weapon to it was his mother. Reluctantly he had handed the cube to Frigga and seen her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thor, you know where this place is where Loki's friend is being kept?" Frigga asked in a brisk tone.

"I believe so," Thor answered. "My guess is that friend Stark should have been able to keep her in his rooms, rather than seeing her put into the prison."

"His rooms?" Loki growled, not liking the sound of that one bit, even though he had no idea who the person they spoke of was.

"A very large suite, Brother," Thor hastened to assure him. "Several rooms. In any event, you need not fear. He is only a little fellow, and a mortal, though fierce in battle."

"I fear nothing," he had said automatically, still not liking the situation Thor presented.

"Alright," Frigga had cut through their discussion. "Each of you place a hand on my shoulder, like when you were children. Thor, I am going to enter your mind; visualize where this woman would be for me. As much detail as you can. Loki, no over-extending yourself, but gently reach for me. That's it. Now, brace yourselves my sons."

The teleportation had taken more out of him than Loki cared to admit. Frigga's firm arm locked with his had been all that kept him steady as the terrace around them disappeared and reconfigured itself into some sort of sitting room filled with human furniture in silvers and grey. He was grateful for her discrete support and shot her a quick look of thanks while Thor shook off the trip like a pet emerging from a lake.

Too late he had reached for the Tesseract, only to see Frigga turn her wrist and remove it to her own impenetrable storage with a smile that dared him to protest. Well, that too would be a battle for another time. He had to find this person. This doctor. His heart screamed that everything else was second no matter how much his intellect told him otherwise. It was extremely irritating.

"Where is she?" he had demanded of Thor, looking around and not seeing anyone.

"Calm down Brother," the note of ill-concealed amusement in Thor's voice rankled to no end and made him itch for his knives. "I told you the suite was large. She should be here somewhere, assuming Pierce didn't kill her."

And then a dagger had been in his hand, and a snarl escaped his lips. If anyone had laid so much as a hand on her, he would make them long for an easy death.

"Loki, control yourself," Frigga had snapped at him. "And Thor, show some respect for your brother's feelings. I am sure that this Doctor Thorpe is safe and near. Ah, I think I hear voices coming from that direction. Thor, perhaps you should lead, since you are friends with the Mortal who's home we have invaded."

Loki had showed his opinion of that plan by roughly pushing past his brother and wrenching open the door out of the room. He could hear the voices then, though not what they were saying. One was low and masculine, the other had a bell like quality that went right to his heart. It was her. He would bet what remained of his soul on it. He had to see her. Once he did, everything would be right again.

Charging down the corridor, he had come at last to another room with couches, chairs, and a low table, artwork decorating the walls. He hadn't seen any of it. There, seated on one of the couches, had been Her.

He had known the minute his eyes clapped upon her. A relatively small woman, she was dressed in a grey sweatshirt several sizes too big for her that was rumpled and unflattering. Her hair, a mess of snarled curls, was tied up on the top of her head somewhat crookedly, several large chunks falling down at random. Deep, dark smudges shadowed her eyes, speaking of sleepless nights and tearful days.

Loki had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life.

He had stood in the doorway, transfixed by the sight of her eyes. They were red and watery, but that could not disguise the sharp intelligence and, even more breathtaking, the kindness that shone forth from them. Those eyes, he had thought in a brilliantly clear moment, could take all the sorrows in all the world and make them bearable. Compassion, acceptance, and humor glinted in their bottomless depth. He wanted it, all of it, for himself.

Which made the fact that at that very moment they were shining on someone else, someone who was clasping her hand and smiling back at her, absolutely unacceptable.

An intense haze of red colored all before him. Loki did not know who she was, but he knew with a certainty beyond anything else that it was his eyes she should be staring into, his hand that belonged in hers. He would kill this worm of a Mortal for daring to touch the match to his soul. Menacingly, his grip on his knife tightened.

"If you want to keep that hand," he spoke quietly from the doorway, "I suggest you remove it from my Lady's. Now."

***

That voice, low and filled with menace, was the most wonderful sound she had ever heard.

Caroline's eyes flew from Matt's face over to the entrance. He was there. Standing in the doorway to the sitting room was the only man she would ever love. For the first time in over a week, Caroline's heart seemed to beat once more.

"Loki," she said, his name and nothing more, rising to her feet.

"In all my glory," he smiled, eyes moving over her.

Caroline felt a momentary pang of embarrassment for how she must look. Since the horrible incident she had taken the bare minimum of interest in her personal appearance, only doing enough so that her friends would stop hounding her about it. As her eyes took in Loki, however, she forgot her own state as his registered in her mind.

Loki had always been thin, although Caroline knew firsthand how much lovely muscle was hiding beneath his clothing. Now though, his cheeks were hollower and the soft green tunic he wore seemed to drape loosely on his frame. His beautiful pale skin contained even less color than before if that were possible, and his sharp eyes betrayed the slightest hint of exhaustion.

She had spent quite a bit of quality time with her alien prince; Caroline knew how carefully he guarded his appearance. If he was showing visible signs of fatigue, then he must have been in a bad way indeed. He was alive yes, but he had been hurt, grievously, and it was all her fault.

"Loki, I am so sorry," she stuttered, taking a step but not daring to approach closer. "I swear, I never meant to hurt you."

An odd look flickered across his face, and she realized that his eyes, which had become open and shining when he looked at her during their time together, were guarded once more. Of course. How could she expect anything else? She had shot him, almost killing him. Their relationship could not be the same.

"Doctor Caroline! You are here!" Thor bounded up to stand next to his brother. "You see Loki, I told you she would not be killed or incarcerated."

"I am relieved to see that you were right for once," Loki's eyes had still not left her face.

"Pierce tried, by Tony insisted on keeping me here," she said, wishing he would open his arms for her but not wanting to presume. "I guess for once the rich having undue influence worked in my favor."

"Ah, well I suppose I owe you thanks then," Loki's voice did not sound particularly friendly.

To her surprise, she found that his eyes turned away from her to gaze improbably to Matt with an open hostility.

"No, Brother, that is not friend Stark," Thor whispered loudly in Loki's ear. "I know it is difficult, as most Midgardian males look the same, particularly the smaller ones. I myself have made similar mistakes in the past."

"Matt Murdock, attorney," Matt said, extending his hand.

Thor shook Matt's hand with enthusiasm, but Loki only looked at it. Matt waited a moment, and then pulled it back with a shrug.

"I take it you are the Asgardians," he said.

"Oh, yes. Matt, this is Loki and Thor. Princes of Asgard," she didn't know what Loki's feelings were for his family at the moment, but he and Thor seemed to be forming a united front.

"Although they are not acting like it at the moment," a female voice dripping with disapproval added.

Caroline tore her eyes away from Loki with an effort to see a tall woman come up to stand beside him. To call her beautiful would be an understatement. Tall and regal with intricately styled red-gold hair, the woman personified grace. Caroline at once felt even more bedraggled in comparison.

"Forgive us, Mother," Thor lowered his head, but Loki kept his green eyes flickering between Caroline and Matt.

Mother. This was Frigga, Loki's mother and Goddess in her own right. Of all the times to be introduced to her, Caroline could not think of a worse one. Not only did she look like a street urchin, but she had committed an act of violence on the other woman's son.

"Your Majesty," she said, dipping her head since there was no way she was going to try a curtsey.

"Ah, so you are Doctor Thorpe," Frigga said, giving Caroline a quick once over that she was sure saw every inch of her.

"I am."

"My son has been anxious to see you. I am pleased to make the acquaintance of one so dear to him, although I could wish the circumstances were different."

"I'm honored."

"You are honored, she is pleased," Loki drawled, looking around the room. "Now that we are done with that, all of the rest of you to go away."

"Loki!" Frigga chastised.

"Very well," Loki said with a melodramatic sigh. "I would very much like for everyone to kindly leave Caroline and I alone. Now. Better?"

"Barely," his mother allowed. "Very well. We will wait in the next room."

Frigga turned and departed with an encouragingly smiling Thor. Matt began to follow, but stopped at the last minute, putting one hand on Caroline's shoulder and looking disconcertingly straight at her.

"You'll be okay?" he asked her.

"Far more than you will be if you keep insisting on touching what you shouldn't," Loki said dangerously.

"I'll be fine," she lied, thinking she was like to combust on the spot.

"I'll be right next door," Matt ignored him. "My hearing is excellent, so just yell if you need me. Loki, it's been educational."

With an ironic twist of his expressive lips, Murdock followed the Asgardian contingent out. Caroline noticed the way Loki's glare tracked him, and she felt a horrible surge of excitement. Surely if he was that unhappy with Matt's attention to her he couldn't have completely written her off.

The door shut, and they were alone. Caroline stared at Loki in exquisite torture as he remained silent. She had hoped and wished for nothing more than to see him again, alive and well. No matter what happened, she would be forever grateful that he had survived the blast she had shot him with. Still, it was hell to be so close to him and not touch him, not assure for herself that he was real and there and whole.

Finally, when she thought she might explode, Loki walked the few short steps and stood looming over her. One of his long, elegant fingers traced the side of her face, and Caroline let out a trembling sigh at the contact. His eyes, hooded and revealing nothing, captured hers and seemed to bore deep inside her soul, looking for something. She would have happily given him anything in that moment, if he had only named. it.

"My love," he said at last.

Just those two words, but Caroline let out a sob nonetheless, throwing herself into him and tightly wrapping her arms around him. Loki smiled, lifting her chin and claiming her mouth for a long, desperately needed kiss that nourished her more than any meal could ever do. He did not hurry, letting his hands explore her body as his tongue did the same to her mouth. It was searching, like his gave had been, giving her the chance to relearn how it felt to be in his embrace. When he finally pulled away, it was to sink down onto the sofa, bringing her down next to him. She felt at home and safe at last after the nightmare of the past days.

"So, you are Caroline," he mused, looking at her. "I am relieved to know what good taste I have."

As she stared at him in shock, Loki burst into manic laughter.

#Loki fic #fan fiction #Loki/ofc #romance #memory loss #post Avengers Assemble #Loki gets therapy #love #angst #smut in previous chapters #Thor #Frigga #Matt Murdock #snarky Loki #Loki has issues #Tesseract #reunion #the course of true love

[wincestbookclub]

There will not be a poll this week. For my birthday I’ve chosen one of my fave fics for us to read.

Rating: Explicit:

Words:14,189

Summary

So. Dean left with Cas over a week ago on some sort of recon mission, and yeah, Sam has been trying to bury himself in research, but he's just not coping all that well with the long-term separation. He wakes up early one morning, expecting the day to be like all the rest, except it's even worse than all the rest, because he's completely and totally alone on his (brother-less) thirty-fourth birthday. His bleak outlook quickly changes with an unexpected phone call, and he has to admit that maybe someone, somewhere answered his embarrassingly needy birthday wish, despite his lack of candles to blow out.

“Yeah,” Sam breathes, trying to convince himself he’s not dreaming. It’s just-- Dean is only sweet like this, open like this in Sam’s best dreams, so… how on earth could this be real? “I missed you,” Sam adds, breathing it shyly into the air between them, watching how the words affect his brother.

(Season 12/canon compliant, but I don't address anything specifically happening in the show. This is about what happens between what we see, you know?)

#wincest #wincest bookclub #wincest book club #sam/dean #samdean

[yumejo]

cw suicide ment, death ment

“I want to find my mother’s killer.” “Why? Revenge?” “Maybe it’s the mobster blood in me⋯ but truthfully, I just hope they’d kill me. So I can die in the same way as my mother and be with her. I'd never be alone again.”

Yuna is the daughter of one of the most prolific yakuza leaders.

After an active threat is placed on her head, her and Madara’s paths cross when he’s lowkey hired to act as her bodyguard.

Yuna’s mother was killed in front of her when she was super young (5-6), and her father is acutely overprotective of her as a result; thus raising her as a sheltered girl out of fear of losing her. But, due to his profession, he rarely spends time with her, and so, she was raised without the warmth and tenderness of parental figures.

Even her nannies were just after the paychecks and were often fired not long after starting because Yuna would tell her father that she didn’t like them. She never even got read a bedtime story before.

Her and Madara just click; for a moment, at first, he thought she was spoiled and selfish. A daddy’s girl, essentially—or so he thought. Upon getting to know her, Madara learns that she’s a refined, mild-mannered girl. She often conveys that she doesn’t really care if she dies, and often yearns for it. She’s said to him, “you would still get paid well even if I died, so I don’t mind if you run away when I’m in danger”.

But for him, it stopped being about the paychecks a long time ago⋯ for her, though, she says she’d rather die the same way her mother did; so she no longer has to be alone, she can be joined with her mother in the afterlife.

Everyone omits the details from her, refusing to divulge it—since she doesn’t remember it. Yuna only remembers that her mom didn’t respond, and that her socks were soaked in red. And Madara, even though he’s aware, lies to her and says he doesn’t—keeping that information away from her. (He’s discreetly trying to track down the person to kill them himself; after all, if the person is gone, Yuna’s wish will never be fulfilled and she’ll stay alive.)

After Madara completed his job of looking after her, she decides to try to open herself up to the world and subsequently becomes MaM’s ‘producer’. In reality, it’s just her running around ES and goofing off with Madara. She doesn’t do any REAL work, and Madara doesn’t want her to either, just wanting her to have fun because he believes that’s what she deserves.

He discreetly hopes that it’ll help her overcome her bleak outlook on life, forging friendships and bonds around her.

Madara doesn’t let her participate in any of Double Face’s activities. But she knows all about it anyway and hates how much he treats her like a child. She's the daughter of a mafia leader, she's not stupid or unaware of such illegal activities.

#wip #yume oc #yuna yahisa #i'm so embarrassed he's ruining me

[vertebrates-and-pieces]

Not sure if this is within the comfort zone or not. But how would Morgott respond to the notion of babies?

How would he react if his beloved brought up the idea that they would like to bear his children? How much coaxing would it take?

Alternatively, how would he respond if it was an abrupt pregnancy?

His beloved taking him somewhere quiet, and telling him that they are with his child. This having not been discussed prior to sex.

But they are happy...

Give us the juice!

Very sorry for the wait, had some nasty writer’s block last month, but slowly getting back in the groove and getting those writing juices flowing.

Okay so I was lowkey dreading getting an ask on this subject haha. It isn’t that it is really out of my comfort zone (Please don’t ask for pregnancy/breeding kink stuff on my NSFW blog though. That isn’t something I’m into, sorry.) but more of a topic I am heavily biased on. I personally find the idea of becoming pregnant or raising kids to be very unappealing and that is one of the few things I tend to project onto characters I like even when it is unrealistic to do so. 

It’s probably me subconsciously lashing out against the random people who go on about how great motherhood is and telling me “you’ll change your mind once you get married.” Like no. That sense of obligation is how you end up with so many parents that resent their kids, as well as me working on my personal feelings regarding the preservation of ways… Due to a long family tradition that goes back around 7-8 generations in which the firstborn daughter of each generation is to in turn name her firstborn daughter the same name. So I sort of grew up being told that I was going to have children, including at least one girl, and pass on the family name. And going through the realization that no. I do not want to do that was a big coming of age moment for me (Fortunately my family was pretty chill about it, so it isn’t exactly a traumatic conflict or anything)

But that’s neither here nor there.

Because honestly, I don’t think Morgott would be opposed to the idea of children, so I’m going to do my best to put my own projections aside and answer this in a more objective way.

…under the cut because I ended up going through several paragraphs of introduction before even getting to my thoughts on the matter oops

So I see Morgott as someone who would be relatively neutral on the subject of kids.

If things are in the state we see in canon, a broken world where he views himself as very much alone, I think he’d consider himself procreating as cruelty. A reviled omen bringing new, probably accursed, life into a world where nothing but hate and suffering awaits? No. That would be wholly unnecessary. Besides, the fewer distractions from his duties, the better.

However, after undergoing some character development, learning to accept both himself and others more, challenging the status quo, and in this case, falling in love, I doubt he’d see things the same way. Now that he has been set ablaze by a flame of his own: one of companionship, one of change and renewal, the world seems markedly brighter, and the outlook of a child born into it less bleak.

However, I don’t think it would be something he would consider right away. It is pretty clear that he’s gone his entire life thinking he would never have a family of any sort, so it probably wouldn’t be the first thing on his radar. I think he could be fine like that. I can see him being perfectly content as The Last of All Kings. Yet, now that he is loved, now that he understands that, now that he has brought into question tenets he once thought unbreakable, I’m sure his mind would wander.

If his love were to bring up a desire to bear his child(ren), I think he’d be a bit conflicted at first. He would need to take some time to work through some of his feelings on the matter. Would he make a good father, he’d wonder. Could he show a child the love they deserve after his lifetime of hate? I don’t think it would take too terribly much coaxing, but there would have to be a long discussion before he’d agree. One of the major points he’d bring up would be the possibility of the child being an omen. Not that he doubts his love would care for an omen child any less, but he cannot help but worry about the other concerns regarding the safety of both the child and the person giving birth to it. As we see with the Omen Bairns in game, Omens are born with their horns. More concerningly, the horns they are born with are no mere nubs or buds. They are jagged, pointy, and liable to do some serious damage. To give birth to an omen would be… traumatic. The thought that he could cause something to grow within his love that would hurt them so terrifies Morgott. What if they died? What if the child died? 

I do think after a good amount of discussion, and a healthy amount of reassurance that yes, this is really what they want, he would agree.

For he loves you so dearly, that if you consider this one of the greatest gifts he could bestow upon you, he will ensure it is so. And this great and profound love is something he looks forward to sharing with a child that you both created.

I think news of an unexpected pregnancy would result in similar initial terror. He would fall to his knees and hold them, worried that he may have just doomed them. They would ask him if he was okay and he would apologize. They’d hold him back, tell him that it will be alright, that they are honored, excited, to be with his child. And the genuine joy they show him. How they speak of looking forward to raising this child, to see Morgott as a father… He’s still shaking, but he is warm. He’s still crying, but his tears are not of grief.

#emmie answers #morgott x tarnished #morgott x reader #pregnancy #sorry I'm not very good at writing pregnancy stuff lol

[from-the-clouds]

I grew up with a very similar narcissistic abuse system leaving and distance are the things that help the most. Kendall is free.

The last argument he had with his siblings involved them trying to hold his guilt against him and telling him his kids aren't real. If that doesn't fuel him into trying to find his kids and apologize for everything.

I do see hope for him. I refuse to believe that there is no hope for him, there's hope for all of us. There has to be.

Kendall is a billionaire, the only one of his siblings that has successfully gone to therapy before. He has crunbled before and he has healed before, he can do it again.

I really have to belie that he can, so that I believe that I can. I don't think he can ever go back to his siblings tho and that's probably for the best.

i 100% agree.

i do hope ken goes an apologizes to his kids, or at least takes a greater interest in them now that he has more time on his hands. kendall is incredibly resilient and we've seen him pick himself out of terrible situations before.

i think there's a chance he could go back to his siblings, but i do think the dynamic would be different with logan gone and none of them in the company. it is necessary he spends some time apart from them maybe, so they can heal on their own. i think they should avoid working together in the future, though. maybe they can just be normal siblings who only interact during holidays.

but yeah, i do think ken is capable of change. but i don't think it was possible for him to change with logan around or if he is involved at waystar. i know it might feel horrible to him now, but i think that with time he will see the freedom that comes with not vying for that position/trying to impress his father anymore. i love jeremy strong but i do disagree that this is the end of ken's life. i think even jesse was more hopeful than that. i guess it's valid to have that bleak outlook, but as someone with a somewhat messed up childhood myself, i always am going to believe i am capable of changing and i have changed by going through therapy and learning about myself. i have a lot of friends who have done the same. its possible to change and break the cycle.

i think kendall, too, has a lot of capability to be a good person and a desire to do good, and now he has a chance to learn how to without feeling the judgement of his father or siblings.

also, for what it's worth, i believe you can, too :)

#asks #kendall roy #succession

[hp-poetry-fest]

April round-up

Unheeded (Three Sonnets) by NoFlyApterygidae || 343, G || Albus/Minerva

Dumbledore's spirit occasionally appears within Hogwarts, not a ghost but a sort of echo of devotion. Now, he considers an almost-romance with McGonagall that never was in the form of three Shakespearean sonnets.

Ouroboros in Tribute by @serenaew || 790, T, Podfic || Snape & Harry

Blood, I have learnt, is thicker than water. The life of a fallen Prince, as remembered by the father he had never known. Severitus(-ish).

Great Wine, Beautiful Sentences by @patriceavril || 4k, M || Wolfstar

The war outlook is bleak, but Sirius and Remus remind each other of all the joy left in the world.

it's complicated by @wavingfromtheside || 143, G || Greengrass family

A haiku and a free verse poem on mothers and daughters.

Engulf by @maesterchill || 216, T || Drarry

Gathering potions ingredients in the Forest, trainee Professor Draco Malfoy stumbles across the Resurrection stone. Whilst examining it, he unwittingly Summons the shade of his former lover. Engulfed by grief, he begs Harry for a way for them to be together again. It will take ancient elemental water magic to achieve that which he craves so desperately. But can Draco conquer his lifelong fear of the Black Lake and all that lies within her to do what needs to be done?

A bouquet of kisses by @patriceavril || 10k, T || Jily

There was a glint of indignation in her eyes, and a flush bloomed in her cheeks, contrasting with the smudge of earth. James had never wanted to kiss her so badly in his life – quite a feat, considering he had spent a good part of the last few years daydreaming about kissing her. Five times James wants to kiss Lily and one time he does.

Don't Go Into The Library by @acanadianmuggle || 600, G || Vikmione

Viktor Krum's Impression of the Hogwarts Library. Inspired by Alberto Rios' Poem "Don't Go Into The Library".

Vertices, Or Something by @floydig || 1k, NR || Drarry

Harry is a hitman who can’t die. Draco tried to kill himself last year. Harry returns from a mission, Draco wears bright pink boxer briefs, and Harry calls Death a cunt because he can. Or: we’re taking a deep dive into Harry’s head. Malfoy asks if I died this time. It’s a joke because I can’t die. Turns out when you cheat Death too many times, the cunt doesn’t want you back. What does that mean for me, that not even Death wants me anymore. Yeah I call Death a cunt. Malfoy wants Death and Death doesn’t want me and we’re in a fucking love triangle like in the movies.

Deathflight Blues by @autumnsup || Tom Riddle

When Tom Riddle dreams, he dreams in green.

Desiderium by @thehoneybeet || 6k, E || Drarry

Their club, their loo, their writing on the wall—it has to be enough. Until it isn’t.

Sunny skies look dreary when you’re far from me. by @mkaugust || 0.3k, NR || Wolfbucks

All my firsts are with you, Even still, even now With you hidden from my view.

#hp poetry fest 2023 #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfiction #poetry #inspired by poetry #drarry #wolfstar #jily #severitus #hp rare pairs #tom riddle #voldemort #wolfbucks #official april roundup #sorry about the mixup on Saturday! #here's the full list

[viscerax]

It's gonna take a lot to keep me away from you

The glistening Colorado summer sun brought a lot of unwanted heat to Vance's shitty Datsun 620. It was passed on from his dad, and barely functioned as a car. But fuck it, it got Vance around without him having to walk to and from school in the heat, and it made a good hangout spot when he needed to get away from home.

It also didn't help that the air conditioning wasn't in the best shape. By now, Vance had shed the jean vest he had on, which didn't exactly make much of a difference, leaving him in his wife beater and jeans.

Bruce sat in the passenger seat, his seat fully reclined and a shared joint pinched between his fingers. He was staring at the ceiling of the car, which had a hole in the fabric, probably from Vance's rampant road rage.

"This town is shit." Bruce mumbled as he passed the joint back to the blonde. Vance was almost surprised at the language, he rarely heard Bruce swear. In fact, he was surprised the first time when Bruce asked if he could smoke with Vance. He never took Bruce for a smoker in any sense. But Vance was happy to oblige, if it meant he got to spend more time with the pretty base ball player.

"Yeah... it is. But what can you do? Life's a bitch and then you die. Just how shit works out for us you know. We can't help the cards we were dealt." Vance shrugged, reclining his seat a bit as well so that he and Bruce were at the same level.

Bruce gasped. "No. Screw that! I'm getting out of here. I've got senior year and then I'm gone. I don't know where I'm going to go... I have a few colleges reaching out to me. I'll probably take up a scholarship, and just... get out of here." Bruce let out an exasperated sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as he relaxed his face. "Sorry to get all serious."

Vance didnt know Bruce hated it so much. He was fully convinced Bruce was comfortable with all the praise, all the ogling over him because he was just the perfect boy. Straight A's, athletic, friends, dozens of girls swooning for him. What more could Bruce possibly want?

Vance found himself staring at the boy adjacent to him, and thanked the heat for the natural redness it brought to his face, so that no one could tell the difference.

"What about you?" Bruce turned to Vance, and the blonde was brought out of his spaced out thoughts.

"What about me?" Vance reflected the question, quirking an eyebrow as Bruce nodded.

"Yeah. What are you gonna do when you graduate?"

Vance paused. In all honesty, he didn't know what he would do. "Well... I suppose I'll just keep working at the mechanic until I can raise enough to move out. Then maybe I'll go to community College, work some more, and die. Like everyone else in this sorry town. You have potential, Bruce. Don't let that go."

The bleak outlook surprised Bruce. Although, he wasn't sure what much else he had expected. So, he chuckled. He chuckled at the absurdity of it all, that they were just stuck here. That they were destined to fail. "You've been spending your whole life being told that you're going to fail that you really believe it. Vance, there's so much more out there. Maybe I'll take you with me to college. I can pack you up in my suitcase and you can live in my dorm. And then you can go to college." Bruce chuckled at the thought, reaching out a hand to brush Vance's hair out of his face.

Perhaps it was the heat, or the weed, but Bruce swore Vance's eyes flickered to Bruce's lips, just for a brief moment.

"That would be nice. Then you could sneak me out to all the parties, and I get all of the college experience except for all the boring shit like classes and stuff." Vance cracked a smile, and God Bruce loved his smile. Bruce loved everything about him.

"You're beautiful, Vance." Fuck. Bruce. He seriously just said that. He wanted to blame it on his cloudy brain, but he had never been more clear-headed in his life.

Vance stared at Bruce for a moment. "What?" Vance's tone came of brash at first, but his face gave him away. His eyes were wide and his entire face seemed to be flushed with heat. Bruce worried for a moment that he had fucked up and ruined it all. But he couldn't back down now. He's gone to far.

"Vance Hopper, you are the most beautiful thing in the world." The soft hum of the radio played in the background, a familiar song to Bruce, and it comforted him in a way. Despite his rapidly beating heart, he could clearly articulate his thoughts.

Vance simply stared, dumbfounded. He was... completely clueless if he was honest to Bruce's feelings. He knew he liked Bruce. He knew Bruce was beautiful and attractive and a sweet boy, everything Vance wasn't.

Bruce's hand rated against Vance's cheek. His hands were warm, mildly uncomfortable, but he didn't protest. He wanted Bruce to hold him. The two boys simply stared at eachother, Vance's mouth agape slightly.

"Just kiss me already, pretty boy." Vance murmured, and Bruce didn't need to be told twice.

Bruce propped himself up, pulling Vance closer to him, clashing their lips together. Kissing Vance was like nothing he had ever imagined. It was warm and comforting, but it was cool like a refreshing breeze on a hot day. Vance tasted of cigarettes and mint. Bruce didn't expect anything more. He pressed himself as close as possible to Vance, their noses bumping into each other.

Vance did the same, propping himself up. God, he couldn't count how long he had waited for this. He had wanted to kiss Bruce for so long, and he finally did. Vance's head clouded with bliss as hands found place on Bruce's waist.

Their kiss was interrupted as the sound of the trucks engine sputtering caused Vance to pull away.

"Shit!" He muttered, sitting up and turning the keys a few times. Bruce sat up a few seconds afterwards, brows furrowed.

Vance let out a frustrated sigh, trying his best to not start punching shit like he usually did when the car broke down. Bruce noticed the obvious distress Vance was in, and he placed a hand on Vance's forearm. Vance relaxed under the touch, letting out another sigh, his tense shoulders relaxing.

Bruce gave Vance a gentle smile, and Vance cracked a half-smile back. Gently, Bruce pulled Vance closer to him, holding his face im his hands again. "We can worry about the truck in a minute, it'll be fine." Bruce hummed, tucking some of Vance's hair behind his ear.

Vance nodded and leaned closer again, falling back into the rthym of their kiss. When the two finally pulled away, Vance was smiling. It was the first genuine smile he had in awhile. Bruce loved the look of it. He loved everything about Vance, but he had to say that his smile was at the top of his list.

"I really like you, Bruce." The confession fell from Vances mouth with a cautious undertone, as if they hadn't just kissed.

Bruce chuckled, his cheeks reddening even more if that were even possible. "I like you too, pretty boy."

#the black phone #vance hopper #brance #bruce x vance #bruce yamada #lightly influenced by my post about them listening to Africa during their first kiss #god the brainrot is consuming me

[davekat-sucks]

a friend showed me an animatic for homestuck that was called john's r where all the characters are hurt and it's about suicide. do you get this vibe too like the fandom and homestuck^2 is too eager to bask in misery and depression? it makes me feel bad reading hs^2 and i don't like that john isolated himself from everyone. i wanted homestuck to be a story were bad things happened to the kids in the past, but they are more than that old story and they can now forge their own path and not all of them needed to make it in the end.

From the start of Epilogues, Hussie and everyone involved really went deep into the nihilism. And some think it is good thing that these awful things are happening on and on despite all the shit these kids went through to reach their goal because it is just like real life. Is it so wrong to ask for them to be happy in a good and healthy way? Because if I want a piece of media to tell me again how shit the world is, I go fucking outside. Stuff like these webcomics, anime, games, etc are my escapism. Where I want to imagine not being in the same world and see these characters achieve something. Maybe in turn, it will help motivate me on my own to go out and make something of myself. If the bleak outlook is suppose to represent Hussie's state of mind and hatred towards the fans, then fine. But he could at least be honest that he fucking hates our asses for everything.

#homestuck #homestuck fandom #Andrew Hussie #Homestuck Epilogues #Homestuck 2 #HS2 #HS^2 #Homestuck2 #Homestuck^2 #Homestuck Beyond Canon #HSBC