#I had a breakdown just thinking about how harmful this shit show is

[shadow-turtle-234]

Still am upset at the Loki series. And to all the people who still romanticized the abuse, incest and transphobia present in the series - nice to know you all are bullies.

To the people who are/were behind the series -from writing, directing, producing- same for you. You all are a group of bullies, queerphobes and terfs who should never be allowed to touch a queer character like Loki ever again.

Loki, I am so sorry you were hurt beyond all recognition, to someone we don't even recognize anymore. That you were betrayed by the one person who had genuine care and love for you (Tom; not Mobius, not Sylvie) for money and abuse.

#I had a breakdown just thinking about how harmful this shit show is #Fuck Kate Herron #Fuck Michael Waldron #Fuck Sophia Di Martino #Fuck Eric Martin #Fuck Tom Hiddleston #Anti loki #Anti Loki Series #Loki series negativity #Pro series stans are bullies queerphobes bigots and abusers #Loki honestly deserves better than this

[cherryrainn]

hello! i've noticed you've started writing for slashers now. can i pleaaaaseee get a chucky (show) x depressed/suicidal reader? like they come back from school and have a little breakdown and chucky does something about it cuz he has a soft spot for them?

STRIVE .

; pairing ; chucky x reader (platonic)

; note ; i love this little guy so much thank you for your ask aaa

; warnings ; implied/mentions of self-harm, self harm scars, depression, suicidal thoughts

the door slammed shut as you stumbled into your room, backpack dropping to the floor. the weight of the day pressed down on your shoulders, and the room felt like a suffocating mess. you kicked off your shoes, barely registering the mess around you.

little did you remember the small doll on your shelf, his tiny eyes watching your every move. he had an unusual soft spot for you.

your hands shook as you tried to pull yourself together, but the room seemed to spin with chaos. clothes were scattered, and the once-organized desk was now a disaster zone. your vision blurred with unshed tears, and in a moment of desperation, you swiped everything off the desk.

thunk.

a small sound caught your attention, and you looked down to see chucky lying on the floor, separated from his usual perch. his eyes seemed to convey a mix of concern and annoyance.

"aw, come on, kid. watch where you're throwin' stuff," he grumbled, picking himself up from the floor.

you blinked, recognizing the doll but not fully comprehending the situation. "chucky? what are you doing here?"

he rolled his eyes, a hint of impatience in his tiny features. "been keepin' an eye on you, remember? you look like you're having a.. rough day."

you sighed, running a hand through your disheveled hair. "it's more than a rough day. everything just feels... bad."

as you spoke, chucky's sharp eyes took in the state of your room, the disarray reflecting the chaos within you. when you absentmindedly reached for something, a small glint of metal catching the light, he noticed the blade in your hand.

"whoa, whoa, whoa! what do you think you're doing?" chucky's tone shifted from annoyance to genuine concern.

your gaze dropped to the blade, and a shaky breath escaped your lips. "i don't know. everything just hurts."

he huffed, shaking his tiny head. "you gotta cut that shit out." he realizes what he says and shakes his head "there's better ways to deal with this stuff. trust me."

without waiting for your response, chucky jumped onto the bed, grabbing a tissue box from the nightstand. he began tidying up the room, muttering to himself about how a clean space might help clear your head.

you watched in a mix of confusion and gratitude as chucky worked, helping you without a hint of his usual murderous intent. the doll's actions spoke louder than his words ever could, and slowly, the weight on your chest began to ease.

when the room was somewhat orderly, chucky hopped back onto the bed, giving you a small nod. "alright. let's see the damage you did to yourself," he said, his tone stern.

you hesitated, feeling a strange mix of shame and vulnerability. slowly, you revealed the self-inflicted wounds on your arms. the harsh reality of your actions was laid bare for chucky to see.

chucky's features turned grim as you revealed the scars and wounds that marred your skin.

"damn it. look at what you're doin' to yourself," chucky growled, a flicker of anger in his tiny eyes. "you think this is gonna solve anything?"

his words stung, but there was an odd sincerity in the way he spoke. you could tell he wasn't one for empty platitudes or gentle reassurances; he dealt in harsh realities.

"hurtin' yourself ain't gonna fix a damn thing. you're just addin' more pain."

you bit your lip, fighting back tears as the weight of chucky's honesty settled in the room.

"i know it's messed up, chucky," you admitted, your voice a whisper. "but what else am i supposed to do? talking to people doesn't help. it never does."

chucky sighed, his tiny features scowling. "yeah, talkin' ain't usually the answer. but this?" he gestured to your scars. "this sure as shit ain't either."

the small doll hopped off the bed, pacing the room as he continued, "you gotta find somethin' else, somethin' that makes you feel alive, even if it's just for a damn minute. for me, it's killin' people. it's what makes me feel alive, it's not about fixin' everything; it's about findin' somethin' worth hangin' on for."

"i get that,," you mumbled, wiping away a stray tear. "but it's hard."

he shot you a stern look, his tiny hands planted firmly on his hips. "life's a damn tough ride, kid. but you're tougher."

you stayed silent, looking down.

"come on," chucky said, suddenly shifting gears. "let's get you something to distract that fucked-up brain of yours. ever tried playing video games?"

you blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt change in tone. "video games? really, chucky?"

he nodded, a sly grin crossing his plastic face. "trust me, it beats the hell out of scarin' yourself."

#CHUCKY #charles lee ray #chucky series #childs play #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #fluff #platonic #slasher #slasher x reader #chucky x reader #charles lee ray x reader

[lazyneonrabbitt]

The one where feelings are shared.

I really hope I did this one justice!!

Gallzatto boys fluff! Reader is mostly only mentioned in this one as it focuses on the boys!

You had left the boys alone for the first time only two weeks into Lip's stay at Carmy's place. They kind of just hung out as roommates, talking a bit about all kinds of shit.

All of their conversations were about things they had in common, like their smoking habits.

But also you. It was the only thing they had that kept them talking. Their love for you. Lip’s adoration that had never left even after these years, and Carmy’s romantic feelings towards you.

When you came home you found them both smoking out the kitchen window together, laughing about something. They were bonding and you were happy.

Lip had brought home some weed he’d gotten from a guy at his job, thinking maybe Carmy wanted to join him and relax. They sat on the fire escape, the kitchen window behind them pulled ajar. Where a light conversation started, a heavier one was held at the end of their shared smoking session. Carmen had opened up about some of his insecurities when it came to the more intimate parts of his relationship with you, and with Lip’s sharing of old memories of your college get togethers those insecurities got a lot worse. Although he didn’t blame Lip for it, a little part of him still felt threatened. Like he'd never meet up to certain expectations you might have. Luckily Lip understood that he meant no harm, and eventually dared to suggest to show him, as a friend, how to please his girlfriend.

This conversation was the one that led to you three sharing Carmy's bed for a night filled with lessons.

Lip and Carmy were your boyfriends. Not each others' and that's how you lived for a while. Untill that night they both fucked you at the same time.

"Ugh, that fucking asshole." Lip muttered pocketing his phone. Carmen gave him a look, seeing the blush creep onto his face.

"Owed my brother some money. He claimed I'd had to be at least somewhat gay to move in a couple. Like the guy too, you know?" He was beet red by now. Carmen kept quiet and listened to him ramble on, not making much sense and not getting to the point until he ran out of words.

They stood across from each other, so in the moment they didn't even bother so sit down and talk. Perfect for Carmy to put his hands on Lip's shoulders and pull him into a hug. Not a simple friend hug, but one filled with warmth and acceptance. Lip mumbled something against his shoulder, too quiet to make out the words.

"What was that?" Pulling away slightly to look each other in the eyes it was clear there were many words still to be said.

"We both love you. And I'd love for us to give being boyfriends a try." He pulled Lip back in for another hug and kissed his head. "Baby steps, yeah?"

It wasn't long after that when they learned they were gonna be fathers, and in true dad-to-be fashion they wouldn't let you do anything. They cleared out the old spare bedroom that Lip stopped using a while ago and was now more of a dump. They sorted oit every single item and re-painted the walls, built the cribs, new cabinets and changing stations. It was a little paradise when they were finished. The way they worked together so seamlessly made your heart flutter. They really were becoming family now and their behavior towards each other showed it.

"You ready for all of this? Being a dad?" Lip had been outwardly more excited than Carmy, and now in a moment of rest Lip felt like he had to ask. He was willing to take up more of the house tasks if it was getting too much for Carmy. He wasn't only there to support you in this, but also him.

"Am I looking that tired?" A soft laugh leaves his lips as he leans down on the newly assembled cabinet. Lip gave him a once-over and tried to find a kind way to tell him he looked one shitty customer away from a complete breakdown. "If Richie called you a ..what's that thing again? A jagoff? He'd be dead meat."

Carmy full on laughed at the way he delivered his opinion and dropped his head against Lip's with a sigh. "But we did great here. And that's all that matters right now."

Lip put his arm around Carmy's shoulders and squeezed his arm. "We did amazing, the nursery is perfect. But you're pushing yourself with the restaurant and immediately throwing yourself onto whatever we still have to do here without a single break."

Carmy just listened and took everything in. Lip was right, he really needed to take a break. "Let me take care of you both for a bit, yeah? We just found out we're having twins and we're all on edge."

Carmy didn't say anything in response, he just moved over to pull Lip into a hug, rest his forehead against his shoulder and breathe for a moment. He sunk against him and Lip just held him there for as long as he needed.

Lip mumbled a soft "I love you." Into Carmy's hair, quiet enough for only him to hear.

Carmy lifted his head so he could speak moe freely. "Love you too, and thanks."

"Hey dad." "Hey other dad."

Their morning routine was something set in stone these days. Wake up early to share their morning cigarette and get enough coffee into their system to start the day properly.

They spent the first half of their cigarette praising each other for how well they were handling the newborns and everything that came with them.

"You're moody. What's wrong?" There was no hiding anything between them, they both saw straight through each other.

"Ian texted me, asking how the girls are." He paused a moment to down his coffee. The early morning street noises filling the silence in the kitchen window opening. "He joked about us too. Asking if I was all the way gay yet."

Carmen raised a brow at that. "What? Like, if we had sex yet?" He shakes his head at the assumption. "There's more, isn't there?"

Lip opens the conversation on his phone and hands the device over for Carmy to read. "The thing is.. All that stuff he talks about, I want that. I mean we have it in some way, like we take care of the girls together, but I wanna wanna hold hands, cuddle and dance in the livingroom. All that shit we'd do with her I wanna do with you too and it felt weird thinking about it."

Carmy's heart melted at the confession, not even knowing how to properly respond except inching closer and pull Lip in for a kiss, not even caring about the smoke still burning in his lungs. He coughed as they pulled apart, laughing at his impatience and Lip laughed with him.

Their laughter was cut short by Lip leaning in again and happily kissing his boyfriend again. The cigarette butt long burned out and tossed aside as Carmy grabbed Lip by the shirt and pulled his properly agsinst his as he leant back against the windowsill. "Who's business is it anyways that we're not entirely straight. We have a happy, healthy relationship. We love each orher and that's all that matters."

Bonus:

They were so lost in each other they didn't notice you walk into the kitchen and only pulled apart at the sound of your phone's camera shutter going off and your soft sniffles from across the room "I'm really glad you two finally talked."

#sometimes i write #carmen berzatto #lip gallagher #carmy berzatto #gallzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #lip gallagher x reader #the bear #shameless

[blackenedfeathersfallingdown]

sunnflower content + rant 🌻

first of all, ao3 !! i really just wanted some good, nontoxic sunflower fanfiction because both sunny & basil deserve to be happy after the shit they've gone through! also, i wanted to feel better because BASIL IS CLEARLY HEAD OVER HEELS FOR SUNNY AND HE DOESNT KNOW IT (video by nerdy arty) hdjvhdjvhdn he JUST LIKE ME FR!!

ive categorized them by AU / canoncompliant with additional tags! completed fics are marked with 🌻, long fics (5k+ words) are marked with 💡

canon compliant:

Culinary Conversations by ShardOfHope💡

A Mug of Sundrops in a Wave of Sadness by karma_kalanchoe💡

The First Day of the Rest of Your Life by smiles2m

Suddenly, Sunny by diagnosed_shitposter

Bloom Later by witheredahlia💡

Catch a Glimmer of Your Star by UdonPuddle 🌻💡

au / mari lives:

Secondhand Sequitir by Soppypup💡🌻

He's Impossible by HowardR💡

to bask in your warmth by im_clo💡🌻

Flower Language by mirror_to_the_past💡

hmestwbf by ME (yes yours truly)

next up is yt animatics because uhhh idk i really like watching homo idiots!! i have 🕹️ that indicates the video depicts some omori plot involving spoilers for the game (the accident, angst, etc) or covers the entire game happening.

OMORI MV - Eine Kleine by Bear🕹️

Try Again by eggsoupery🕹️

OMORI MV - Love Me by white_tulips_

Nonsense Speaker by Nerdy Arty🕹️

in defense of sunflower: (major omori spoilers here cw!!)

why are people antagonizing them this badly? seriously i don't get it. they were children when the accident happened and gameplay shows that both of them got shittons of trauma

"what the hell were you guys thinking when you decided to ship two mentally unstable teenagers that participated in the same manslaughter??"

it was an accident. looking at the incident, i firmly believe it was very seriously fucked up, and they weren't in the right state of mind when it happened. consider the situation, the person you love most in the world is gone forever. in this situation, sunny completely closes in on himself and creates headspace. basil on the other hand sees sunny (his childhood best friend and the one he describes as 'perfect' and puts on a pedestal) completely having a mental breakdown. basil panics, not knowing what to do, because both of the people he idolize is gone - mari is dead, a part of sunny died with her. obviously he has a mental breakdown figuring out what to do, too?

obviously we should also consider basil's mental state at this point - pure speculation here, but basil, due to his feminine gender expression, would have been a victim of bullying, and the gang would have been his first friends. and basil photographs things he cherishes. that would mean he sees himself losing his friends when mari dies because sunny is most likely gonna be legally convicted of manslaughter right? in his disoriented, panicked mind, he wanted to protect sunny, the friend he most likely did have feelings for but was unable to admit them due to already being bullied, (that's just my hc dw) and did something that is super fucked up — he did more harm than good, but i believe he was just trying to fix everything back the way it was. we're absolutely going to talk about why Basil knows how to tie a noose, which adds to my point — basil might already have been mentally unwell (no doubt taking more shit from life than one is supposed to) BEFORE he met his friends, and he was desperately trying to salvage what little happiness he had left.

i cannot deny that sunnflower has full potential of being a very unhealthy and toxic relationship, but i might add that the true + secret ending has both Somethings disappear, implying that both of them are capable of healing. thats why i ship them manyyearsafter-canon or AU, bc therapy can fix shit ive seen it myself

ill end this little rant by a comment from j0kerclash on reddit:

Pairing them together is the implication that they are able to completely heal from their trauma, the actual dynamics of their relationship isn't toxic, it was the circumstances of their interactions combined with the context of the event itself. Sunny and Basil aren't permanently fucked up, I'd say it's quite harmful to imply that people are forever broken and can never truly recover. Considering the choices in the game are about confronting, accepting, and moving on from guilt and trauma, the best scenario for both Sunny and Basil, is if they were truly able to let go and not become triggers for each other, which is illustrated by them being unaffected by the potential toxicity of their past.

sorry for the rant! here are some links also defending the ship

if you enjoyed, i also have another sunflower headcannon post

from diagnosed_shitposter

idfk how to link the original text im sorry

this

#omori sunflower #omori sunnflower #sunny x basil #basil x sunny #i love these idiots #let them be gay #omori #omori basil #omori sunny #omori sunny x basil #sunnflower #theyre so silly #they are in love #omori fluff #fanfiction #god i am gay

[mihrsuri]

Some More Fictional Universe Discord Content

@nocompromise-noregrets

Ellie - just a warning that you will probably want to strangle Armada (i had to take five minutes to scream) but she gets smacked down and also I CANNOT EVEN.

Armada: no really WHAT IS THE KARLIENE REYNOLDS SONG??

i had a name before him/i took it back/but his brand upon me/will never wash away/in the light of the sun and stars/i thought i might be holy moonlight/instead of tainted ground/an eagle collar about my neck.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: I DON’T KNOW BUT I HATE IT [one fear dot gif] because Thomas has been associated with the moon so much (Henry’s poetry, Anne’s - the motifs in their possessions) and Norwich’s personal coat of arms is an eagle owl.

TransCrozier: SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK. FUCK. I am going to go and lay in the DIRT. AND EAT IT. Waiting is unbearable.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: Okay the watch party is over in #show-watch - it will contain spoilers, live reactions and memes. And PANICK.

PoppyMcGee: THE OPENING. THE OPENING. SHIT FUCK FUCK. Let me break this down.

the entire scene with john and thomas is horrific just horrific. the threat the menace that bruise he left.

and then thomas ripping off all the sheets and covers on his bed and that part with trying to scrub his skin i just…god that’s awful. James Frain you owe me for emotional damages.

how he knew to cover up the self harm scars and the bruises like WHAT DOES THIS MEAN (we know about his father but the scars are…that’s something else).

Armada: it must have been a really bad breakup like that is some bad blood (sorry for the taylor swift) between them to send thomas into that spiral.

TransCrozier: respectfully this is not ‘a bad breakup’ reaction and that is not someone reacting to a bad breakup related guilt. that is an abuser. Norwich is an abuser/was abusive. The way he so clearly used ‘you ruined any trace of me Antonius - when did you gain the notion that you could so ruin that which I own’ that is not romantic.

Armada: Like, I love you Rhi but no - it’s maybe not the healthiest but they were both younger then - Thomas was still early twenties and you don’t make the best decisions then and he’d come off an abusive childhood in the 16th century, I think what we are seeing is a breakdown about how he regrets how it ended/how he ended it specifically (also side note James is so pretty when he cries!)

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock:……OH SHIT ANNE. ANNE. ANNE.

PoppyMcGee: look i am not an Annewell shipper but the way she absolutely takes care of him - gives him the choice every step of the way! Tells him what she’s doing!

TransCrozier: I am a Triad OTPer as we all know (I just find Cromwich interesting as a multishipper) by now etc and just, THE LOVE. THE LOVE. THE WAY ANNE made sure to ask Thomas what coverings he didn’t want. Also I am soft for bathing scenes.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: AGREED RHI. AGREED SO HARD.

Armada: UGH ANNE DO WE HAVE TO SEE HER SO MUCH [Edit: I’m sorry I know the server doesn’t allow character hate but i just don’t like her or Cromannery. Or it’s not that i don’t like her but i don’t like her with Thomas].

Poppy McGee:….yeah i agree with you Essie - I want Anne to be the cool lesbian of my heart that she should be but i do love her taking care of thomas.

Armada: that bit was sweet but yeah, what poppy said. She doesn’t need men and she’s much worse for them! But what’s going on now.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock:

“I was ten years old, my mother not long dead and my father was in need of funds and drink. Lord Norwich, as he was then offered him silver under a disguise so my father would not extort more funds out of him. I came into his household and thought myself landed somewhere better. He branded and bedded me for the first time that same day - I cut it out of me the day I took my chance and fled - five years almost to the day after.”

……I am going to be sick. I am going to be sick.

TransCrozier:

“I am but a tainted thing - he has been on and in every part of me - I could not speak of the shame, though I should have done - I should have never let you, let either of you think I was worthy of you, Your Majesty. I am so sorry.”

THOMAS BLAMES HIMSELF. HE STILL BLAMES HIMSELF I AM GOING TO RESURRECT NORWICH AND KILL HIM AGAIN MYSELF AND THEN REPEAT IT AGAIN.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: ANNE YOUR RESPONSE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. NATALIE DORMER YOU GORGEOUS GORGEOUS HUMAN BEING.

TransCrozier: AMINA YOU ARE SO CORRECT. Queen Anne you perfect glorious woman I am once again AT YOUR FEET.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: hi @everyone i checked the history from several reputable sources (see here, here and here) and this is real. the show did not make it up - it’s just a recent discovery. Which i did not know about :(.

TransCrozier: neither did I i went in because RUPERT and then kind of fell into adoration - like obviously we all know triad is endgame because duh, history but i knew nothing else.

PoppyMcGee: I didn’t want to believe it :(. But I checked and it’s true :(. It’s fucking true. Norwich did that and he has no remorse.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: also fyi to several people who I’ve had to talk to about this - no ten was very much considered a child in the 16th century. Even fifteen was not ‘fully adult’ as such. This is rape and child sexual abuse and if you spout any more denial about that I will ban you.

TransCrozier: AMINA I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH. Also the fact that Anne volunteers to tell Henry, reassures Thomas that he won’t be angry just destroyed me all over again. CANNOT WAIT FOR THE POST SHOW CONTENT TO DESTROY ME AGAIN. ALSO HENRY’S REACTION.

Armada: …okay whatever. Sorry for having opinions i guess. can i even just say that even if it is abusive the triad is equally abusive.

#lil and her ridiculous aus #ot3: political power trio #fic #tudors ot3 verse reference #i have been attempting to not spoil what i’m going to write content wise so we don’t get henry’s reaction #(i think the episode ends with anne going to tell him but i don’t know exactly how that goes)

[slocumjoe]

I always thought it was weird that Hancock's drug addiction (or at least dependency) was never addressed.

And honestly I just look to fanon to finish Danse's character arc and I forget that isnt canon

Although why do you say that Cait's backstory was fetishized? And why was Nick Valentine's quest messed up?

YOU FOOL, YOU'VE OPENED A DOOR YOU CANNOT CLOSE

I GUESS IT'S TIME FOR...

THE CAIT BREAKDOWN

(TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR S/A, ADDICTION, AND ABUSE)

Firstly, some ground rules. This is directed at a Certain Kind of Contrarian, the kind of person who thinks characters are free-thinking entities with free will, who seemingly thinks they pop up fully formed out of the ground with no liberties taken by a writer. I need to preface this because these people always show up when discussing these kinds of characters.

We need to look at Cait in a Doyist lens. She is not a real person. Everything she does and went through was decided by her creators. It is a waste of time to justify something by saying well, this happens in real life, people go through this, people do this, because those actions and people are real. Cait is based in reality, but she herself is a puppet being pulled around with other puppets.

It can be viable to consider Cait in a Watsonian lens, but ultimately, we won't get anywhere picking her apart like that. Doing so would be taking her at face value, when Cait has a lot more going on behind the curtains. The Person and the Character Cait is, they're very different. One is a Person, the other is what decides that Person's personality, history, everything. Character comes first. You cannot defend Character by pointing at Person and saying that the Person exists in a world where anything is possible. Character comes first. Yes, Person exists, but Character defines it, and with Cait, we are discussing her Character.

We need to talk about the decisions made about Cait's Character, 'cause oh boy, ol' Beth really made some, didn't they?

FUCK UP 1: BETHESDA DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE ADDICTION

Cait's Psycho use starts after killing her parents, and at some point, she becomes addicted. Later, as it starts negatively affecting her, even causing her cough up blood, she no longer views it as worth the high. Why did Cait start using, though?

Well, look at everything she had gone through. We'll get to how poorly her backstory itself is handled, and how lackadaisically Bethesda throws various traumas at her with all the grace and care of a small child throwing rocks at cars on the highway, but for now, we're focusing on the Psycho use.

Cait uses to cope with her trauma, that much is obvious. That's usually why characters and IRL people turn to substances. The issue here is how Bethesda treats both the use, and the...fuck, is it fair to call that fucking chair recovery?

The chair. That Fucking Chair.

I wanted an option to say nope, we're not doing this to you, we're leaving. But...no. The actual solution to Cait's 20+ years of trauma was to lock her in an interrogation chair and have her tortured for a few minutes.

Okay. Let's discuss this.

Cait used Psycho seemingly as a way to both punish herself and never think about the shit she went through. Psycho makes the user aggressive, so it stands to reason, also cruel and capable of using that aggression. Perhaps Psycho influenced her feelings at any moment, allowing her to not care about killing her parents, or about her slavery. Either way, Cait is already being hurt, and it very much is self-harm.

So, the solution, the thing to help Cait, get her on the first step to recovery from both her trauma and her addiction, is to hurt her. Punish her. It very much reads like punishment, you are locked into a chair. She sits there whimpering in pain. Now, this makes sense for Vault Tec and their experiment with this vault.

But...as the end of Cait's arc?

We're getting into some potentially controversial territory, but...it's proven, time and time again, that compassion and sufficient resources are the best, and pretty much the only, way for an addict to recover. It isn't enough to just stop using, get off it. You have to address the circumstances that lead to the addiction. Yes, some people will choose not to stop using, they'll choose to remain addicted and never attempt to get help for their issues. But that doesn't mean the ones who want to shouldn't get the opportunity. And those opportunities need to be compassionate.

A TORTURE CHAIR IS NOT COMPASSIONATE.

It reads as a scare tactic. Don't do drugs, kiddies, or else you'll get so bad, you'll have to be locked into a chair and get tubes and needles attached to you, and be tortured for a few minutes. Jesus H Christ.

You know what makes this even worse? The blatant condemnation and mockery of actual recovery. The AA meeting in the overseer's room, in that vault? Bethesda makes a joke of it! Cait calls it bullshit! Motherfucker, AA meetings are one of, if not the, most effective ways to keep someone off a substance! It gives people a community, an echo chamber reminding them how bad their circumstances were and how much better they are without their substance. AA meetings are crucial for addicts, and Bethesda mocks it, criticizes it as stupid, and then portrays torture as the solution. They do this with their addicted character. You are supposed hear Cait call it stupid, ineffective, a waste of time. That is so fucking irresponsible.

Here's the obvious answer as to how Cait's addiction should have been handled; Cait herself either mentions wanting to come off it, or the Sole Survivor intervenes and suggests she stop using. From there, the Sole Survivor acts as a sponsor, or just a friend keeping an eye on her. Y'know, how substance recovery actually works?

Yes, it's not that easy IRL, and it doesn't have to be in game, she can relapse, even. But whatever happens, you cannot address a trauma-based drug addiction with more trauma being the cure. Holy shit, dude.

FUCK UP 2: BETHESDA STUCK EVERY TRAUMA TAIL ON THIS DONKEY

Cait's backstory is bloated with every kind of trauma, and it reads as very...last minute?

Actually look at it. She was grotesquely abused for 18 years, sold into slavery for a few more years, killed her parents, got a drug addiction, and then basically enslaved in a fighting pit for a few more years as a means of a suicide attempt, and then she gets traumatized when she gets clean because, again, that chair literally tortures her.

Starting at the beginning...why did her parents wait until she was 18 to sell her? Would the slavers not take kids? Did her parents not want her being raped underage, for some reason? Why 18, specifically?

Because Bethesda are cowards, and I mean that. They wanted all the abuse and trauma for Cait they could get, but...child rape? That was a little far for them.

Rule 1 of writing dark shit: If you, at any point, feel like you've gone too far, back the fuck up. Don't start walking left instead of forward. Bethesda wanted her nightmare upbringing, but child rape bothered them. So, they just had her sold at 18, but that's incredibly contrived. Hey, Beth? If it bothered you, you shouldn't have gone near it. Skirting the topic is a cowardly writer's way out. Shit or get off the pot.

Now, you can write a character with this much trauma. You just have to actually handle it.

Cait should be way more unhinged. You should be able to look at her, speak to her once, and figure out oh, this woman has been through hell. Instead, Cait is surprisingly well-adjusted. She's a little rude and doesn't care much for good-guy morality.

Here's where those Contrarians come in, saying "People don't have to act like their trauma!" They don't. But those are real people. Cait was made, and she was made with a normal personality and a horrifically detailed nightmare origin story. It isn't that Cait just powered through and got out okay despite all odds, it's that Bethesda didn't fully think about how her trauma would actually affect her.

If anyone played Silent Hill 2, remember Angela Orosco? She was also incredibly abused and mistreated all her life, and actually, her story is remarkably similar to Cait's in every way. And Angela, she acts like a person who's been traumatized at every single turn. Watching Angela is heartbreaking even if you don't know what she's gone through, because you can tell there was something.

Cait's backstory could be significantly pared down. Again, the dialogue and 4 affinities talk system butcher the character arc, but Cait suffered the most, I think. She tells you about all of her trauma at once, in her second affinity. Second. Other characters talk about their most intense/emotional shit at the final talk, but because Cait's third talk needs to start Benign Intervention, and her final talk needs to be about being clean now, they have to rush through her trauma at the second one.

For Cait, I think it'd be better to pare down the trauma, but it could work to just...move her opening up about it to the final talk. That makes the most sense, her explaining how she got that way.

Also, why was it Cait that got all of this?

No, really, why was Cait selected to be the trauma donkey de jour?

She's one of 3 female companions. Piper and Curie's trauma is both their dads died. Cait's trauma is endless rape, beating, drug addictions, slavery, and fights to the death. She sticks out. It's like the other girls got nothing so Cait got everything.

Cait is compared to Cassidy from New Vegas, but...why? Cassidy got off nice and easy compared to Cait. Everyone gets off easy compared to Cait. It's like she's the heaviest thing in the room, the odd one out because she's gone through significantly more and worse than anyone else. Can you seriously compare Cait to anyone in Fallout 4? MacCready lost his wife, Cait was raped for years on end. Hancock feels guilty for not doing more in his younger years to help people, Cait was constantly beaten and tortured by her parents for her entire life. Nick has some identity issues and body dysmorphia, Cait killed her parents and now is always attempting suicide via bare-knuckle combat for the same people who raped her.

It's like she was meant for a different game. I could easily see her in say, Wasteland 3, or the other Fallouts, which had much darker tones. Everyone else in 4 is lighter to slightly darker shades of grey, and then Cait is pitch black.

I especially find this suspicious, given that Cait is the addict character. No, it's not Hancock, because Hancock's addiction isn't addressed, it's just...seasoning, some texture thrown on top. His addiction doesn't matter, by the game's standards, you're not supposed to care about it. Cait, you are. She's the addict character.

It's like...weirdly implied that it's only incredibly fucked up stuff that makes you an addict. Like, there's a certain bar of trauma you have to have before you start using. First of all, incorrect, grossly so. Secondly, patronizing as shit. Thirdly, if you think like this, you shouldn't be allowed to write anything. Ever. Or vote, for that matter.

FUCK UP 3: THE IRISH SHIT

I will not bring up the accent, beyond that it, specifically, is pretty obnoxious. Katy Townsend, her voice actor, is Scottish, but...the accent is bad enough, I was sure she was American. Listening to this video, you can hear her natural speaking voice, and it's nowhere near Cait's thick, caricature Tough Irish Gal voice.

I have previously described Cait as a 'too many cooks in the kitchen' scenario. On one hand, she's a Trauma Donkey, as described in the last section. On another, she's a haha funny Irish lady love booze and fighting, ain't nothing better than getting pissed and picking a fight, am i right!

I have a theory that Cait was two separate characters that was merged into one. Fallout 4 tries to represent/dickride Massachusetts culture and history, and Massachusetts has double the national Irish population. New York and New Hampshire are more Irish, but Massachusetts is still very Irish. So, Beth made an Irish character, but then, like, Frank down the hall wanted his sadgirl babe, and they got stuck together.

There is no bigger clash than a historical cruel/tragic cartoon caricature and the darkest, most horrific character in a story, and it's the same person in Fallout 4. Again, Cait can be Irish. She cannot be a Tough Irish Gal, while being everything else that she is.

HOW IS THIS FETISHIZED?

I mean...look at it. I should preface that I've been writing for, like, three hours and am Quickly Losing Steam, so this conclusion is not likely to be great

I've also described Cait as getting sprayed down with a pain hose. Just drenched in every kind of suffering imaginable. It's not handled properly, it's not addressed properly, it's just kind of there for you to figure out on your own. Another thing I've called Cait is Whedonesque, for Joss Whedon loves makes strong female characters, making them tiny, not-like-other-girls waifs (Cait is very thin and skinny), and then putting them through trauma, making them cry. He's been accused of making strong women just to see them break.

I don't fully think that last part applies to Cait, but it gets close. Cait is one of three girls. She's the only masculine/androgynous, Piper and Curie are both rather feminine, even if in different flavors. Cait is all tomboy, and she's all trauma and addiction, and misery. She falls into the Whedon trope of "I can kick ass but I need someone to fix me". Cait is, very much, a fixer fantasy. She's broken and desperate and Sole is supposed to be the white knight on a shining horse to save her, fix her. That's why she makes a big deal about how they're the first person to ever be nice to her. It's a fantasy.

And finally, Cait has something in common with the two other ladies; Piper exists to serve a plucky, girl-next-door romance (she's the intended romance, even, the one you're expected to pick), and Curie is a french virgin maid fantasy. Y'know Lusty Argonian Maid? Literally Curie.

And that is at least half of why Cait's Character was made the way it was. It's to appeal to a fixer fantasy. Even if unintentional, that's what Cait's character adds up to. Compare to 500 Days of Summer, if the movie wasn't self-aware.

#was always very nervous talking about cait. #because criticizing addict and abused characters always brings out the hyenas #HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ADDICTS AND VICTIMS my point in this essay is that Bethesda disrespects addicts and victims #YOU CANT JUDGE HER im literally not I'm judging bethesda for not treating her with grace #I WENT THROUGH/KNOW PEOPLE WHO WENT THROUGH WHAT SHE DID you are real people cait is not. everything was decided for her #this is also why i dislike trauma donkey characters because at some point you cant critique the writing without bad faith counter arguement #that are always just. this is a sensitive topic so you're not allowed to say anything bad about it! #if it was too sensitive to me to critique they shouldn't have put it in the story #look at all this heavy subject matter but don't think or talk about it??? #fucking ace combination right there #ill write abt nicks quest later. now it is time for stardew valley

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Amani

the one where it’s friends to lovers 

(4.2k words)

 dom!harry, a bit of angst)

Amani took a deep breath and sighed. She was standing outside of Harry’s house, with her hand closed in a fist, ready to knock. She had been mentally preparing for this moment for months, but she knew her heart had been preparing for it for years. She had been in love with Harry for years, she feels like she’s been in love since they met. She’s never met anyone that made her feel the way Harry does. 

She’s tried plenty, dating so many people and never finding the one that she felt like spending forever with. All of her relationships never worked, they always worked out at first and then went to shit towards the end. It was always the same with every person. She found out what the problem was when she caught herself mapping out her entire future, and the only person she saw was Harry. 

When she realized that, she kicked out yet another one night stand, and had a breakdown right there at the door. She was sobbing uncontrollably at how utterly hopeless and miserable she was until Harry called her, heard the croak and roughness in her voice and came over to comfort her until she fell asleep. Whispering sweet and encouraging words into her ear softly, rubbing circles into random spots on her skin, stroking her hair or rubbing her back. Little did he know with the things that usually comforted her, he was doing more harm than good. With every touch, whisper, and soft caress he pushed her deeper in love and drove her further and further into insanity. 

The next morning, Harry woke up to small sniffles and he frowned in confusion. He knows he usually makes her feel better every time she’s sad or crying over a breakup. He feels a tinge of hurt in his chest over the fact that he’s losing his usual effect on her. 

Amani didn’t even realize he woke up yet and continued to cry. When Harry tried to reach over to put a hand on her shoulder in hopes to console her, she flinched away and mumbled about how he should just go. 

Harry knows that Amani isn’t fond of letting people see her cry, so he tried not to take it personal, but the tinge of hurt he felt before blossomed into a sharp pain in his chest when she flinched away from him and he just accepted his defeat and left. 

Amani and Harry recovered from that though, and went back to being the best of friends not even a day later when Harry showed up to her house with two boxes of Cheesecake doused in fluffy whipped cream. 

Harry doesn’t shy away from dates either, and he doesn’t like to hide them. Every time he brings someone around, he insists that they be introduced to Amani. Amani thinks he can’t possibly be that stupid but then she’s reminded of the fact that Harry probably has no fucking idea of her intense feelings. And she knows she can change that, but she never does. 

But she’s going to today.

Amani raps the special pattern her and Harry made up on the door and waits for any sign of life. It’s about a minute before the door opens and a disheveled Harry pops out of it. Amani frowns but quickly recovers, “hey...are you busy?” she cautiously asks even though she knows the answer. 

Harry looks behind him for a second and nods with a pained smile. “Yeah kinda. You alright? Is it an emergency?” 

Amani can feel her throat swell with the need to cry but she decides she can hold it off until she at least leaves his front porch. “No. I’m fine...I just wanted to see you.” she pauses and looks at the ground. “But now I feel like I probably should’ve called. M’sorry” she mumbles and Harry frowns. 

Harry reaches out to grab her arm and she flinches back slightly, knowing exactly what he was busy with and not knowing exactly where his hands have been. She thinks she’s very pathetic at the moment. 

It wounds Harry to see her flinch away from him because it makes him feel like she’s uncomfortable or unsafe around him but he doesn’t let it show on his face. He awkwardly brings his hand back down to his side and begins talking. “No. no, you’re fine. It’s fine.” He looks back over his shoulder and Amani sees a smile that gradually turns into a smirk grace his face for a split second before he turns back to her. 

Amani feels sick to her stomach and suddenly has an fervid urge to get the fuck out of there. “Yup, yeah. Ok bye.” she rushes out and then practically sprints off of his porch onto the driveway where she parked her car. The tears stream endlessly down her face and she pulls her jacket down and makes sweater paws so that she can wipe them efficiently. She’s beyond tired of this. Beyond tired of pining over Harry and having her heart broken almost every second they’re together, tired of reaching for every ounce of Harry’s attention and affection and letting it give her false hope every time, tired of seeing him with other people, she’s just so fucking tired. 

And that night she sleeps, she sleeps so long and heavy that she doesn’t even hear her phone ringing incessantly and the harsh pounding at her door hours later. 

She doesn’t feel like answering whoever it is, so she decides she’ll just lay in her bed until it stops. She even puts some airpods in to drown out the noise, but somehow, the unwavering pounding is louder than the music she’s ruining her eardrums with. 

She grumbles and manages to climb out of her bed. She pads out into the hallway and walks into the direction of the door. She’s about to look through the peephole when she hears a frantic voice, none other than Harry’s voice shout, “Mani, I know you’re in there, can you just please let me in? I’m fucking worried!”

She pulls her head back a bit, startled by the tone and volume of his voice. They saw each other yesterday, what is he so fucking worried about?

Amani unlocks the door and Harry jumps at the sound, she swings the door open and Harry lets out a gigantic relieved breath. He moves past the threshold of the door, letting himself in without any permission from Amani which she instantly feels upset at. 

He practically throws himself at her and pulls her into a hug, “fucking hell. I was so worried about you. Your phone fucking broken or something?” 

Amani rolls her eyes and pulls out of the hug as gently as she can. “Do I have to answer your every call?” she spits and immediately regrets it, but she’s too upset and tired to take it back. 

Harry looks at her funny for a second before he opens his mouth to speak, “no….but I do expect you to at least answer the last twenty.”

“I was asleep.” Amani says simply and Harry can’t stop the hurt emotions from flashing across his face. Harry knows from experience that Amani never sleeps later than nine in the morning, he started calling at ten. Is she lying to him?

Amani shakes her head at the expression on his face. “I slept in today, wasn’t feeling well.” she clarifies and Harry nods. 

“I could make you some soup? What’s wrong?” Harry reaches up to put his palm up to his forehead and she flinches back but tries to hide it. Harry can’t help but think she’s been doing that a lot lately and he’s getting increasingly more concerned about it. 

“N--I just kinda wanna be alone. Sorry.” Amani mumbles, looking anywhere other than Harry. 

“S’fine, you don’t have to apologize for that...I’ll call you, yeah? You’ll answer this time?” Harry asks softly and Amani nods slowly. 

Amani hates the feeling of watching Harry walk out of her apartment with a dejected look on his face, but she’s doing it for herself. She knows that he’ll be back to see if she’s ok later, probably blow up her phone the second she walks out of the door, but she’s still so tired. She just feels like sleeping. 

Harry walks out of her apartment and he can’t shake the feeling that something is seriously wrong. The Amani he knows would never turn down his mum’s famous soup, and she would never just send him away, regardless of how she was feeling.  

Harry doesn’t know what to do and he just wants to storm back in there and demand she tell him what’s going on. He’s being very fucking entitled, and he knows that. But that’s how it’s always been with Amani, they were entitled to each other. At least that’s how he felt. 

Amani spent the rest of the afternoon sleeping and crying, and then starting the cycle all over again. She would sleep, wake up and think about why she’s so tired in the first place, cry again, grow exhausted from how much she was crying, then the cycle would continue. 

She missed another twenty of Harry’s calls and as much as he values her privacy and the fact that she said she needed to be left alone he marched right up to her apartment grumbling a bunch of profanities. Amani opened the door on the first couple of knocks, about to yell at him to leave her the fuck alone before she felt a wave rush over her, an uneasy wave that she didn’t like at all. 

It’s that moment that Amani becomes painfully aware that she hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast the day before and that’s the only thought she has before everything goes black. 

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“Fuck.” Amani hears faintly as she comes back to consciousness. And the only word running through her thoughts is that same exact word. She’s never going to hear the end of this. 

Amani hasn’t opened her eyes yet but she doesn’t get a chance to before the bed she’s lying on dips down and a warm washcloth is placed on her head while a sturdy arm moves to pick up and gently cradle her neck. 

She moans softly and the sensation and almost feels like she’s in heaven. That is until she feels the grumbling and unpleasant bubbling in her stomach. She mentally scolds herself for caring more about stupid fucking  Harry than her own health and grumbles in annoyance.

Harry. 

While a sturdy arm moves to pick up and gently cradle her neck. 

Amani all but jumps out of his hold and Harry tries to steady her but fails miserably. Harry thinks he can’t comfort a person that doesn’t want to be comforted. Amani thinks that the person who stabbed you shouldn’t be the one to dress the wound.

Harry groans in apparent frustration. “You need to lay down, you fainted. Have you eaten anything?” 

Amani shakes her head no and decides to open her mouth to speak for the first time since she’s woken up. “Trust me, I’ve done enough of that already.” 

Harry frowns and his eyebrows furrow in question, “what are you talking about?” 

“Laying down.” she mumbles and shrugs his hands off of her and tries to get up. Harry all but rushes to her side and sits her back down on the bed. 

“Would you stop being so fucking stubborn? God. I’m gonna go make you some soup-” Amani tries to move again but Harry pushes her down “Sit. Don’t move.” 

Amani wishes he would just leave, but some masochistic part of her wants the cuddles, whispers, and innocent forehead and neck kisses she’ll surely get tonight. 

So she lets him feed his intense savior complex and just goes along with it. She tries to stop flinching away from him when he makes a move to touch her (and it works), and she forces herself to act as normal as possible, (and it works). So when the night came to an end and Amani ended up tangled in Harry’s arms with their legs slotted together, she knew they were back to “normal” 

“You’re gonna be better in the morning, kay? Mum’s soup always works wonders” Harry whispers, stroking Amani’s arms with his fingertips lightly and giving her a quick kiss on her hair. 

It takes everything in her not to tremble with the silent tears falling down her cheeks. She hates herself for crying so much over him when he clearly doesn’t give a shit. Not in the same way at least. 

Amani thinks Harry is asleep when she lets a quiet sob break past her lips and Harry tightens his hold on her waist and flips her on her back so he can see her face. 

His heart breaks when he sees her, her puffy eyes, her streaming tears, and her trembling lips. “Lovie....” he whispers and that causes another sob to pour from her lips “tell me what’s wrong, babe. Please tell me.” Harry says as he reaches his hand up to her face to wipe away the tears and then stroke her hair. 

“I can’t--just--fuck. Sorry.” is all she mumbles.

“Stop apologizing and tell me what’s going on with you.” he says more sternly than before and Amani instantly straightens up at the authority in his voice. 

Amani can only look intensely into his eyes and Harry’s expression falters slightly. He knows that look. He’s gotten that look from past partners, usually when they're about to tell them they.....Harry doesn’t think this could possibly be happening. There’s no fucking way. 

Amani sees the realization in Harry’s eyes and figures she doesn’t have to say anything else. “I’m sorry, H” she whispers. 

Harry stays silent for way too fucking long and that scares Amani, she feels bile raise up to her throat and another sob breaks out instead. Except she doesn’t stop, heart-wrenching sobs start to fall from her lips in a metaphorical waterfall and Harry moves his hand from her hair to cradle her neck in and pull her up so he can hold her. “Shh shh, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” 

Amani tries to calm down her cries and Harry pulls her face from her chest to hold it in his hands. “Tell me. What are you saying?” 

Harry needed to be sure she was feeling what he thought she was feeling before he made a right fool of himself. 

Amani shook her head as well as she could in his grasp, but he tightened his hold. “No. Tell me.” 

“I…” Harry nods his head to encourage her to keep going. “I love you. I’m in love with you. Have been for so fucking long.” she sighs between sharp breaths, a product of her crying. 

Harry takes a second to process those words coming from her mouth, his eyes pinch shut and he breathes out a breath of sweet, sweet relief. 

Harry’s felt the same way for years, he could never imagine the possibility that Amani could love him the way he loves her. So he just tried to fill the Amani shaped hole in his heart with meaningless hookups and failed relationships. He’s been waiting to hear those words come from her lips for what’s felt like forever and he’s feeling everything that he thought he would feel. 

He’s fucking elated. 

“Fuck. I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you. God.” He rushes out in happiness.

Amani is obviously taken back by what Harry has said but he chuckles lightly and squeezes her cheeks so he can get her eye contact again. “Gonna let me kiss you?” he mumbles with his gaze set on her lips. 

Amani nods but Harry shakes his head with a short tut. “Yes, yes you can kiss me.” she corrects and the corner of Harry’s lips tilt up in approval. 

Harry doesn’t waste any time connecting their lips, tilting Amani’s head up so he has some height on her in the process. “You are so fucking perfect, Mani.” 

Amani can feel her body starting to heat, and Harry’s praise with that deep dominating tone in his voice is not helping her situation at all. 

Harry moves his hands from her face to her waist and adjusts her body so she’s laying on her back and Amani’s stomach stirs when her brain insinuates that this could lead to sex.

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby.” Harry says with his voice practically dripping with want. “Want me to touch you? Kiss you?” He stops and pauses, looking Amani in the eyes. He briefly wonders if this next question would go too far, but he decides if it’s too far she’ll just tell him. “Fuck you?” 

Amani visibly shudders at Harry’s question and the fact that he has that effect on her with just a couple of words makes his cock stir in his pants. Amani knows that once they do this there’s literally no going back, but the intense lust she’s feeling is clouding all of his thoughts and all she really wants is him. 

“Harry…” she speaks softly and Harry hums “want you to fuck me.” 

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you, baby?” Harry muses and Amani nods like she’s almost in a trance. He’s barely touched her yet and she feels like she’s floating. 

“I’ll fuck you then.” And Harry moves his hand to her thighs to spread her legs open, takes off her pants, and moves down to his elbows between her legs. “But first I need to taste you. Bet you taste so fucking sweet…” 

Amani moans faintly when Harry presses a slow, drawn-out open mouthed kiss to her panty clad center. Harry reaches up just below her hip to pull her underwear, but thinks twice of it. Instead he takes the top of her panties between his teeth, and tugs the thin material until it rips. Amani gasps and tries to sit up to see what he’s done but he smooths his hand up her body and pushes her down. “I’ll buy you new ones.” he speaks roughly. 

Amani gasps again but this time not in shock. She gasps when Harry’s slick tongue makes contact with her already slick core. He doesn’t even give her time to catch her breath before he starts tracing fast skilled patterns with his tongue on her nerves. She’s whimpering and starting to sweat and every time she moans she earns an approving groan from Harry, who seems to have a thing for eye contact, because his eyes haven’t left her face. 

Amani can’t control her movements at this point, her hips are starting to shift and shoot up and Harry’s got a fucking death grip on them. Harry sits up and brings his hand up from her hip and presses three fingers to her clit and starts to rub quick, fervid circles. “Feeling you move your hips like that is making me wish I made you ride my face,” Amani moans loudly and Harry’s eyebrows raise slightly. “You want that? Wanna ride my face?” Amani gasps out a broken moan and nods yes. 

“Maybe I’ll let you.” is all he says before he brings his head back down to her core and takes two fingers from the three that were rubbing her and pushes them slowly into her entrance. He moans at how tight and wet she is and Amani moans with a high register at the intrusion. 

“Feel good, baby?” Harry asks smugly. 

“Yes, fuck!” Amani moans out when Harry masterfully locates the spongy textured spot inside of her. 

“How good?” he adds almost tauntingly. 

At the same time Amani’s about to answer, Harry wraps his lips around her clit and sucks, hard. Amani's response comes out choked and broken and Harry’s thinking about how his ego is impossibly inflated every time he hears a whimper or moan from her. He’s never had anyone react to his touch like this and he’s rubbing his cock into the mattress to try to relieve the pressure in his gut. 

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” Amani chokes out and Harry speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

“Gonna cum for me, lovie?” 

Amani nods frantically and shouts out a pleading “don’t stop”. He wouldn’t, not when she’s so close. They’d work up to that. 

It doesn’t much more flicks of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers before Amani’s moans raise in pitch and volume. Harry doesn’t stop, no, he works her through it until she’s trying to pull her hips away from him in a haste. 

Harry presses a quick quick to her clit that Amani hisses at before he raises up to give her a slow kiss. “You alright?” 

Amani nods. “Please fuck me, Harry.”

Harry doesn’t wait any time before he’s pulling down his pants and boxers, sighing at the lack of restriction on his cock. Amani can see the wheels turning in his head, “I’m on birth control.” she says loud enough for him to hear. “We don't need a condom unless you want one.” 

Harry shakes his head and then all of a sudden all the fast-paced and lust fueled movements stop. Amani looks up at him in confusion. Could he already be regretting this? 

Harry can tell what she’s thinking isn’t positive, so he leans down and gives her a quick kiss, “you are such an angel, baby” 

Harry takes a hold of his cock and places it at her sopping entrance, “such a fucking” he pushes into her and gasps at the feeling “angel”. 

He gives her a second to adjust to him because for christ sakes he is big, but as soon as she gives him the ok, he’s pushing deeper into her, thrusting and moaning at the feeling of her. 

“How are you so fucking tight? Fuck.” he moans and that only spurs Amani on. She’d be lying if she said she’s never thought about Harry fucking her until she sees stars, but she’d never imagine he’d be making feel as good as she is right now. 

Harry is pushing in and out her at a relentless pace, stimulating what feels like every nerve in her body and she can’t stop the choked and broken moans from ripping out of her. 

Harry moves his vision from where they’re connected to Amani’s face and moves his hand up to her hair. He gets a good grip on it, twists it, then gives it a good harsh tug. “Tell me how it feels. S’good? Hmm?” 

Amani tries to nod as an answer because the way he’s pounding into her and hitting her g-spot every time is well and truly taking away her ability to verbally communicate. Harry tuts and tugs her hair harder, “Fucking tell me, Mani.” 

“You’re so big, fuck you’re so good.” Amani chokes out as best as she can. She thinks she probably doesn’t even sound coherent, but Harry can hear her so fucking clearly and it’s making his gut stir with the need to come. 

Praise might be one of Harry’s biggest kinks, aside from choking of course. 

Harry takes his other hand from her hip and slides it up her body to her throat. He squeezes lightly on the sides of it and tilts his head at Amani as if to ask permission. “Yes, fuck. Choke me.” 

Harry’s grip on her throat tightens at the same time his thrusts get faster and her moans get louder. 

Harry’s pace falters slightly at the feeling of Amani tightening around him and he chokes out a strangled moan at it. He tugs her hair and squeezes her throat. “Shit. I can feel you fucking squeezing me. Cum for me.” Amani nods deliriously and Harry smirks at how fucked he has her. “I wanna hear my name when you do. Don’t fucking hold back, understand me?” 

“Oh god, yes! Please…” Amani’s voice starts in a scream and ends in a fucked out mumble. 

Amani doesn’t even see it coming when the release hits her. She practically screams out Harry’s name and trembles under him while he just fucks her through it. 

Harry buries his face into her neck and she can feel every sharp breath and the vibration of every moan against her skin. 

She can tell that Harry’s close when his thrusts start to get sloppy and less controlled, she decides to be a little bold and whisper “come inside me” into his ear. That’s all it takes before Harry grunts a loud “fucking shit” as he reaches his high. His loud moans turn to broken whimpers with each rope of cum he shoots in her. 

Before long his moaned whimpers turn into pants and both him and Amani are just sitting there out of breath and energy.

“Jesus fucking christ.” Harry’s the first to speak and Amani laughs, quickly learning that her voice is a little hoarse from all the screaming she just did. 

She thinks her neighbors probably hate her right about now. 

“You’re perfect. I love you.” Harry mumbles and Amani groans in exhaustion. 

“You’re perfect, baby.” Amani says and reaches up to play with the cross necklace he has on. 

“Go use the bathroom then come cuddle please.” Harry mumbles like he’s on the verge of sleep and Amani smiles at the fact that he’s concerned about her health even when he’s as exhausted as he is. 

Amani finishes her business and then crawls back into bed with Harry. He pulls her in and kisses her on the neck slowly. The rest of the night is filled with cuddles, whispers, and not so innocent kisses, but Amani’s at peace knowing that they mean more than she thought.

#harry smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst #old

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More on Sigma since yall ate up the last post tysm guys (*´꒳`*)

Anyways as I was saying Sigma has done some shit that proves he’s not a UwU baby and here I’ll explain to you more. 

Sigma, unlike the rest of the DOA doesn’t want to just jump to violence, that’s not his thing since he knows his ability really isn’t meant for combat. Though he will still do it as seen multiple times. It also never once says he regret hurting/killing multiple innocent civilians. “Oh but Dazai said he didn’t see Sigma as a terrorist at all 🥺🥺 therefore-“ nope. Shut up 😍. Compared to Gogol and Fyodor, Sigma is not a terrorist. He hasn’t done nearly as much as they have, but he still is. Now I’d like to bring attention to the fact that the casino is actually Sigma’s REWARD for the use of his skill. Therefore, due to his part being over in the plan as Dazai said, he had no reason to fight on the frontlines. Yet he still did it to protect the casino, which was being used for terrorism and stuff. Hmmmm…. If he was an UwU innocent baby why would he do this? It’s because he’s not please shut up I’m actually losing in from people acting like that. Just note this past section is only from the first few pages of the 18th novel. We’re no where near close to being done!! Remember when The hunting dogs asked him to shut down that casino? Here is his reaction to that:

I personally don’t think this is how any UwU baby would act… idk just my thoughts. He literally yelled at them, didn’t even try to politely explain why he wouldn’t do that he just told them to fuck off. Now we have Tachihara and Teruko walking along just doing their job (stop hating Teruko for doing her job it makes me so mad) and just getting stabbed by a random civilian. Here we see Sigma, literally making stuff up as he’s using people as literal weapons whilst knowing damn well you’re not supposed to do that. He literally uses the fact that as police Teruko and Tachihara can’t hurt them as a way of ENCOURAGING people to harm literal government figures. He had no hesitation to do that to people, unlike when he hesitated to use the plane on the casino, showing that at this point he is valuing a CASINO over HUMAN LIVES (B-but the casino is his home 🥺, ok and? Would you manipulate innocent people into literal weapons to protect your house? I don’t think so) It’s important to note that this is the only thing Sigma really owns, so he is defending it in a state of panic. It still gives him no right to do such things though. No I’m not trying to make Sigma sound like a bad person he’s my favorite bad character and it physically hurts to see all the mischaracterization I cry myself to sleep bc ppl r like this. As Fyodor said: “You won’t find a scarier thing in the world than a common man who is desperate” and we know that bc sigma said “If it’s for the casino I’ll do anything” here’s a little reminder:

Now yeah he was having a little breakdown about it, like who wouldn’t. Can someone not show emotion without being called UwU soft? Seriously? If you were in that situation I bet you’d want to spring outta that room crying too. And yet here we are, he’s still using on and you know how? He’s shooting at Teruko with big ass guns. I don’t think owning those is legal in the slightest. 

(Pardon the fact its in Russian I got this off of Pinterest) 

This is not legal. Firing these is not legal. And here is the most important part. The sonic gun and this is gonna be in bold bc it’s one of my leading points He showed no hesitation to kill Teruko in one of the most painful ways for a hunting dog to be killed. He forced her to puncture her eardrums as a last result of survival, as he says “This is all apart of the plan” showing that he planed ahead of time to try and kill a hunting dog. This is not something someone who is innocent would do in the slightest. He is well prepared to kill someone without regret. He decided to save a casino instead of his self, and attempted to take Teruko down with him. 

And then we get to the part when he gets saved by Atsushi. He says he didn’t mean to stab the chief. Ok fine he didn’t mean to do that, but he still did it even if he regretted it. Can people not show regret for their actions? Goddamn ok. Also the way he spoke to Gogol- that’s not innocent at all he was downright hating on him. “I hate dealing with this decay member the most” bro even was like: Why didn’t you die man. In no way in his speech does he act soft at all I can’t see how you people got that. Maybe it was from his confused reaction? Or something. And just know this it only the 18th novel I’ve covered so far. I’ll do more in a later part :3 but anyways thanks for reading this I hope both sides of ur pillow are cold and I hope this helped you understand sigma better!! 

#bsd #bsd sigma #sigma bungou stray dogs #stop mischaracterizing him

[princess-of-the-corner]

I wanna start by saying I'm not trying to start a fight, but you saying that Chloe had some kind of mental break or dissociative episode in Queen Wasp as a way to excuse the train incident has always felt like a bit of a reach

Idk if you've ever had a dissociative episode or mental breakdown or anything like that, and I'm not demanding you share if you have, but I have, and the way we see Chloe act in Queen Wasp is not how someone who is dissociating would act in my experience

She's too cognizant

After snapping, transforming, and running, Chloe has the presence of mind to stop on the closest vantage point she could find, look around for an idea of how to prove herself, focus on the subway, come up with the idea to stage a crash, dial Nadja Chamak's number to tell her about the train so there are cameras present, and stop and paralyze the driver before trying to stop the train

There was a time when I was dissociating after a massive fight with my parents and walking through my neighborhood, and I came to a cross light.

I remember seeing that I couldn't go straight across bc of the red light, and seeing that a car was coming down the street, but I kept walking straight.

The car was too far away to be dangerous to me, but they did slam their brakes and honk.

I didn't register any of that, I just kept walking. I didn't even realize what had happened until hours after I had gotten back home and calmed down.

That's not what happened to Chloé in Queen Wasp. She wasn't thinking clearly bc she was rightfully upset and hurt and acting impulsively, but it wasn't a mental break

BUDDY

Okay okay okay we're just gonna.

Firstly: Different experiences and different words for different things!

Yes, some people's breakdowns are the type of disassociation where they're not aware they're just in full zombie mode.

Other people's breakdowns are organized and focused and seemingly aware! They're still not quite in the right state of mind! But they do things that are a little off and they wouldn't usually because they think it'll make them feel better!

This isn't a disassociation state, this is more like a manic episode. Like, I'm not saying that this is genuinely a manic episode for Chloé because I am not an expert and I don't know if she hits more checks for that sort of disorder and it's a very short episode as far as we can tell while a proper episode would be a longer period of time. It's just the best word I can find to describe this type of breakdown But I have 100% seen and experienced both the 'zombie mode' and the 'oh let's do something about this!!' breakdown.

And yes, in the real world, an episode like this wouldn't result directly to 'fake a train accident', it does result in extremely poor decisionmaking as they ride it out. Things like impulsively chopping off hair, spending money they can't afford to, taking risks in sexual situations, etc. But in a kids show with superheroes, that is 100% on the table.

Again: I am not an expert, but Chloé was going through some hell and I've seen people snap in that sort of way where, were they a cartoon character, could end up in that situation.

Secondly:

You make it sound like I'm just excusing it like 'haha whatever it's chill'. Which, to be fair, Canon did that! The train thing is just never brought up again and she never faces any consequences for it so Canon thinks it's fine!

But even if she is in the most manic or dissassociative or whatever state? She is still responsible for what happens when she comes down from it. And yeah in a fictional world like this you can handwave that action when everyone ends up fine instead of having her go to jail or some shit.

Thirdly:

We aren't talking about how this incident should be ignored. We're talking about how this is considered the worst thing that Chloé has done, and proof that she's 'evil', but it was something done while not only not in the right state of mind, but something that never intended to harm anyone, didn't end up harming anyone, and also did in fact get brushed off by the rest of the cast.

[kamiversee]

i woke up with puffy eyes and a headache. what the fuck kami

i’m really picky when it comes to angst. in scenes like this, a lot of writers tend to have the leading character completely crumble so that the love interest—who is often the one that was initially hurt by the situation—has to be the one to swallow their pride and comfort the lead which would eventually lead to forgiveness. it’s a good trope when done right, but even then i feel like it’s a very tired trope.

you didn’t do that. you were able to portray mutual vulnerability while maintaining the headstrong and caring personality of the reader. we’re able to see again how the reader is self-sacrificial before all else, and it shows growth that can justify a possible redemption. the reader is a victim throughout this entire plotline, but we continuously to see that despite how aspects of her soured she still has the capability to be sweet and compassionate. so well done.

oh my god dude the way Choso has completely broken down made me lose it. the poor boy is so overwhelmed. i seriously appreciated the slight shift in narration style to Choso’s POV of the entire event. throughout the entire fic, the narrator would often speak in ways that gave more perspective to the reader’s mind. the switch to give more of Choso’s perspective while connecting the dots to the reader’s thoughts and experiences was so, so necessary. i can’t immediately recall if we had big shifts of narration like this earlier on (at least for a large passage), but it really stood out in this chapter so we could sympathize with Choso further. if there are still people saying that Choso’s a bigger red flag character for the reader because of his possessiveness after this then i seriously don’t know what it will take. my poor boy, he’s so confused and hurt. it’s too much to explain at the moment and he wishes he could just lay it out in a way that more accurately recalls his experiences rather than the way he was barely able to shout out bits and pieces of all the info in the café, but doing so just hurts too much and he could barely speak to the reader with the way things went. UGH.

the crying scene in the rain where Choso clung to the reader made me think back to Gojo’s breakdown in chapter 30. the reader is the only thing that’s able to anchor them to reality at their worst moments, despite these major breakdowns happening because of her. the circumstances are different, but the devestation is almost the same. they’re both so scared at the fact that there are circumstances that could mean completely losing the reader and it’s mostly out of their control. how could they not break down after that?

regarding the narration in the Choso POV passage, the part when you say, “He couldn’t believe you. Especially after you wouldn’t even tell him about the clear list of other guys you’ve been with? That’s all precisely why he says he felt as though he should know who else you’d been with.” KAMI. ARE YOU SUGGESTING WHAT I THINK YOU’RE SUGGESTING??? the narration giving more light to Choso’s POV but adding some of the reader’s thoughts into it was so genius because when i read this, i was like “holy shit, he knows. he just doesn’t know who’s on the list.” THAT BROKE ME ON A DIFFERENT LEVEL. KAMI, YOU DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT, RIGHT???? KAMI????? 😭😭😭😭 especially at the end when you mentioned that the “details” of the list are going to be revealed, and not just the list in general has me overthinking. holy fuck.

i love that despite everything that happened, Choso still loves the reader enough to try to shield her from the rain so she doesn’t get sick. MY FUCKING HEART HURTS. the way he needs to get full reassurance that the worst man he knows didn’t harm one of the most precious people he has in his life just makes me ache. i was tearing up during the whole chapter, but that completely wrecked me. the consistent theme of him hating liars which was first introduced to us in chapter 12 is finally about to bite the reader in the ass if she doesn’t take this opportunity to tell him. GIRL IF YOU DON’T TELL HIM???? I’M SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY.

oh my god kami. i’m still broken from this. these were just my immediate thoughts after my read last night 😭i’ll probably find more to ask about during my reread, sorry in advance. but until then i’m mourning the person i was before this chapter. kami wtf.

-☃️

Yappy sessionnn!!

1. Ahh tysmm, I’m happy I was able to make Choso & the reader’s interaction stand out in comparison to other’s who write that troupe.

Going off that, I want to also point out how I say Gojo —> the reader —> Choso. Given that, I want some of y’all to rlly consider what that means seeing as Gojo claims him and the reader are the same so, what does that mean for Choso and the reader?

2. & yeah, I’ve narrated like this before just not in this fic i think? I have another change of pov coming in one of the next few chapters so yeah I’m glad you enjoyed that ^.^

Also, because Choso isn’t the best with voicing emotions, that’s the reasoning behind why a change of narration was needed. With Gojo’s breakdown, he vocalized most of what he was feeling while still leaving the reader confused. Choso is more of the type to need the story to shift to what he was going through

Again, I just changed the narroration so that Choso could be more understood especially for the gojo girlies😒

3. And yes, for deferent reasons ofc, the reader is the only thing that keeps both men grounded at the end of the day. As of rn, only Choso’s reasoning for this is clarified whereas Gojo’s reason is unknown outside of the fact that he loves her & is obsessed with her.

4. Am I suggesting what you think I’m suggesting?😹 Who knows?😹😹

5. Yup, no matter what, we notice that Choso still puts the reader above himself in a way. Given his backstory and how he did the same for his younger brothers, this is something that’s simply apart of his character and actually makes him similar to Gojo in a way

A while back, I think, Gojo told the reader that if she was ever upset, he’d want her to beat up on him instead of blame herself because it’s not her fault.

Choso offers that same punching bag for her but in a different font, Choso so clearly still cares about her despite all he’s learned and as stated, nothing’ll change that :)

6. WILL SHE TELL HIM? WILL SHE NOT?😹😹😹😹😹😹😹 WHO KNOWSSS

Guys why do I feel like im lowk becoming gege with this stupid cat laughing emoji…………..

😹

ITS SO SILLY I CANT EVEN

Anywho, happy to have given u trauma, you’re welcome😉

#kamiversee!answers #k!ans: ☃️

[hikennosabo]

trimax volume 7 random thoughts

okay, after writing separate posts about tesla and knives, i think i can FINALLY put my more general thoughts about volume 7 in order. so much happens that i had to reread it several times. and even having moved my tesla and knives thoughts to separate posts, this got LONG. this volume is so dense, holy fuck.

chapter 1:

"happy days"... yeah everyone's made the joke by now but jesus christ. also i love the volume cover and the inner illustration with vash and ww... might redraw that actually.

people have addressed this already, but is rem really alone in there? who allowed this? is this the situation on the ship? only six people on the crew with one person awake at a time, but during emergencies they all get woken up?

...actually, is rem alone by her own choice? i don't know if she'd have the authority to make that kind of decision, but also i don't think she'd want to be around these people any more than she'd have to. ehhh. but if that's the case then conrad might've still been awake, so maybe not.

also thinking about the differences between trimax and tristamp... it's an interesting difference that here, tesla('s ghost(?)) leads the twins to where she is, but in stamp they find her because they're just being nosy LOL. not sure what to make of the lack of tesla('s ghost(??)) in stamp...

i just wanted to point out that while knives goes straight for the computer, vash is the one observing and noticing the little details in the room. also it gives me an excuse to post tiny hackerman knives for a third time

was the plant tesla was born from the same plant that birthed vash and knives? it was, right? it must have been, right? i'm... operating under this assumption, but i'm not actually sure...

HOW DO PLANTS WORK ACTUALLY. I'M DYING TO HAVE THIS EXPLAINED. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN. humans made plants, right? HOW? how did they make something like this?? and with all the angelic imagery wrt plants, it's giving... i don't know. "humans making god in their own image" or something like that. REALLY hoping we get deep into the plant lore in future volumes.

i said most of what i wanted to say about tesla in my other post, but i still must ask... why did it take them one hundred days to question the ethics of what was going on. like... did rem and conrad wait that long to bring up concerns, or is that just when the other crew members actually started listening to them? (i'm inclined to think the latter...)

the fact that they're on the medical abuse part of the report but still caught up in the shock that an independent plant was born before them. this is so much to take in for them (and us)...

haha damn they weren't kidding, those happy days can end!!

chapter 2:

haha wow they sure didn't show this in stampede

but also oh so this is where tristamp vash starving himself as self-harm came from. okay. haha. i'm fine. it's fine i'm fine

^ this panel is SO good. biblically accurate vibes, but instead of the biblically accurate plant imagery we've gotten from the manga so far, it's about the humans this time. it's SO effective in showing vash's breakdown and his fear. he saw the depths of human cruelty, and now EVERY human is a potential threat, even the ones sleeping peacefully in their chambers.

holy shit, he looks so much like (future) knives here and he's also talking like him. hold on let me pull up that one panel

THIS. IT'S THE SAME KIND OF LEAP IN LOGIC.

i'm sorry i just can't get over this. like, normally, even when they're drawn to emphasize how similar they look, i don't really like... think much of it? even when other people in book club have pointed out in previous chapters "vash looks like knives here"/"knives looks like vash here" it's not something i often notice myself, but here it's different. it's to the point where the first time i read through the chapter, even though it SAYS that knives passed out, i wasn't sure if this was actually vash or knives. it REALLY emphasizes how they were almost like each other. in the last chapter we learned that knives almost became like vash. in this chapter we learn that vash almost became like knives.

"there's nothing but humans here." he's talking like knives!!! (although there IS something in vash's fear making him want to die himself vs knives's fear making him want to kill everybody else...)

vash tries to stab himself and rem's instinct is to grab the blade. not vash's hands, wrists, or arms, the BLADE.

it doesn't really show clearly that he stabbed her in the stomach but she has bandages there later so i guess he did. and that snaps him out of it. vash unintentionally hurting the people he loves... yeah, that's a thing that's gonna keep happening.

and then we get the blank ticket story! i made it my blog title on a whim and i finally know the full context... i don't even know what to say about it except that it's a really nice story. genuinely.

there's so much catharsis in... well, there was catharsis in stabbing rem, in a manner of speaking, and also in their conversation afterwards. and that healed vash's heart a little. but knives slept through it all... :(

thinking about baby vash gaining his will to live back because of his conversation with rem but in the present day he has NO SELF PRESERVATION LIKE AT ALL. adult vash regards rem's words with such value but it's like he's forgotten something along the way.

chapter 3:

i've said everything i want to about chapter 3 in my knives post.

actually no just kidding there is something else i want to say.

picking this panel of his breakdown specifically because of how young he looks. he's just a kid. he was just a kid. HE WAS JUST A KID!!! A LITTLE KID!!! GOD my heart hurts.

chapter 4:

HOW IS THIS ONLY CHAPTER 4.

anyway thank GOD we get some much-needed comic relief from wolfwood. shooting a rubber band at vash and trying to tease him to help him feel better... they're so cute your honor

i can't help but remember that time when wolfwood pointed a gun at him for real... anyway

this whole setup once again feels like the early chapters - the rescue, the silly one-off characters, the camaraderie, the drinking... but, same as in 'colorless expression', things are different now. it's a relatively lighter chapter, which is nice, but there's an air of unease hanging over the whole thing. vash's smiles are so fake.

"time's yer savior," huh? ...put a pin in this.

there are probably about a million posts already about wolfwood being a grim reaper, but this exchange specifically is giving MAJOR psychopomp vibes and i'm kind of obsessed with it.

just. the way that they're both speaking kind of slowly. the word "guide." ww being in shadow. and the confirmation of what they both knew but has gone unsaid up until now. it's all so *chef's kiss*

with knives powering up and starting to take drastic action, ww acting as a grim reaper, and vash being fully prepared to die... there's such a sense of finality here. it hurts to see vash accepting his death so fully, but you can't fool me, i know there are seven volumes left. seriously, why does it feel we're building up to the final battle? reading this in real time must have been fun...

chapter 5:

nightow really popped off in this volume, there are SO many good spreads, holy crap. also once again: PSYCHOPOMP VIBES. "this is the end of the line... have ya made yer preparations?"

and we go right from wolfwood as death to... wolfwood death, but they CAN'T FOOL ME with all these ww death fakeouts. still, seeing him get RIPPED IN HALF had me like, how is he going to come back from this one?! ...OH, it's a hallucination. oh okay.

this is unrelated to what's going on but i love when ww has fangs :) but also what IS going on, actually?

i love that elendira is there to greet them :) i just love when she does anything, actually.

VW ARE SO CUTE. GENUINELY. they really care about each other so much. just. the way they both don't want the other to worry. ww pretending everything is fine, vash pretending not to notice ww is pretending, then revealing he did at the last second. idk it's just. cute. and indicative of what their entire relationship is, pretty much. and ww's little :x expression is SO cute. they're so cute.

aha, so this is livio and. the other guy. who is this again. was he in stampede. it's the other guy talking, right? livio hasn't said anything--WAIT, is THIS GUY chapel? i somehow just got that. THAT'S why he's so pissed at wolfwood lmao. i'm assuming he's in a wheelchair because of ww also. lol. so he's the one responsible for showing ww that vision, but... how did he do that exactly?

also i like how elendira is trying to deescalate, lol. she did NOT sign up for this.

and finally a better look at livio's face!!! they bishiefied him SO much in stampede lmaoooo. skull mask aside, he's pretty handsome! i like the masculine face with the long hair. it's a Look

they've been teasing me with livio for two volumes now, i want to learn about his manga counterpart already!! he only has like, an episode and a half(?) in stampede, i wanna know how differently they adapted him beyond making him a twink lmao. i've gotten the impression he gets more screentime in the manga...

AND THEN THEY JUST LEAVE? WHY WERE THEY EVEN HERE? TO INTIMIDATE WW AND THEN LEAVE?

she's so real for this. he is cute!!!

is this a wolfwood transphobia moment because he misgenders her or an ally moment because he immediately corrects himself. (/j) i'm taking it as an ally moment. but i just wanted to take a second to appreciate elendira's little expressions, they're soooo funny and cute. it took a second read to notice the little sparkle next to her face in the third panel LOL

also, elendira calling ww "honey" is cute. yeah. he is a honey.

chapter 6:

I'M SORRY. I'M SORRYYYYYY FOR LAUGHING

SHIT IS SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW BUT WHY DOES THIS CHAPTER OPEN WITH LEGATO HANGING FROM THE CEILING. HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN HANGING THERE. i don't think he's supposed to be this unintentionally funny, but everything about legato just. tickles me. i'm so charmed by him. i love you my little bagworm.

OH, LEGATO CAN MOVE ON HIS OWN? with his little... contraption. so was he hanging from the ceiling by choice?? and i guess he doesn't have his assistant(?) anymore, since elendira nailed them through the head... we still don't know who they are or where they came from...

also, his expressions are so cute.

every elendira-legato interaction is sooooo fucking funny.

okay, enough about legato for a second, it's time to take that pin out!

there's the dialogue from stampede! the one-eyed man said "time's your savior," and that's pretty much what vash is hoping for. run away, wait it out, hope things get better. patience and caution.

of course knives doesn't take well to that, because he's angry and scared now, plants are suffering and being exploited now, both himself and vash are beginning to decay, there's no time to wait, he's going to act! ...that's his way of thinking, at least.

okay back to legato.

CLUNKING HIS WAY UP THE STAIRS...

he's so funny. and his desperate expression is weirdly cute. i love elendira and ww's exchange also, it feels like they've bonded a little lol. this is a very unlikely trio. i'm enjoying these brief scenes.

this man can fit SO much regret and self-loathing but also so much selflessness and love in him. i'm going to cry.

i love you legato! the star of this chapter!!

okay, what does "overpowered" mean here? is it like, if they merge, vash's will would overpower knives? like he would take over? is this like devilman-style demon fusion??

generally i haven't been making trigun-devilman comparisons, because aside from them both being bible fanfiction, they're not that similar... i don't really see any direct devilman influence in trigun. but this is giving me devilman vibes. if the will-overpowering thing is indeed the case.

i'm glad legato interrupted. even knives is like, damn maybe that wasn't the best idea, lol.

one last cute legato for the road. aww look at him, he's so happy knives breathed in his direction! idk he just activates my cuteness aggression for some reason.

aaaand that ends that volume. i DO wonder. knives merging with plants isn't what he was doing in stampede... are his actions in stampede gonna become relevant later or was that anime-original...

#trigunbookclub #trigun talk #june speaks #trying REALLY hard not to fall too far behind but there's so much y'all.

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

where have i been?

an update for those curious.

hey there my loves, long time no see.

i’m not sure how many of you will actually read this or care to see why i haven’t written in over a year now but typing this stuff out helps me process and get back into my groove.

well, today is january 16, 2024. the last thing i posted that was an actual one shot was posted on january 3, 2023. i haven’t written since. 2023 was my worst year yet and caused me to learn a lot about people and myself.

things were going alright in the beginning, i was in my second semester of college and my biggest problem was 2 of my 3 roommates (lived in a quad) hated each other so me and my bestie/3rd roommate had to play mediator and it was exhausting. i started liking a guy and got my hopes up. and i started to get more and more annoyed with school and my living situation every day. i was ecstatic to move out of that room despite hating my hometown. the day of move out, one of my roommates who i thought was someone very close to me blocked me and all of our friends on everything with no explanation but we knew she wasn’t coming back for 23-24.

i like where i grew up for a maximum of a week at a time, after that my depression just kicks my ass and im not having a great time. my plan for the summer was to work my ass off so much so that i wouldn’t have time to think of anything else. that backfired, because a few days after i came home one of my two jobs fell through unexpectedly and my other job was giving me less than half the hours they promised me. i was broke. everyone says it’s so easy to get a job these days because everyone is hiring but i applied to over ten places within a reasonable distance from me and didn’t get a single one. so i spent too much time with myself and that’s not normally a good thing.

to make matters even worse, in june my mom was sentenced to three years in prison for a crime she committed back in 2020. i don’t want to get into too many specifics, but my mom would never harm anyone she just has struggled with addiction. my mom was my constant emotional support, and knowing she was no longer going to be around ripped me to shreds. not even a month later after my mom was shipped off to prison, my dog died. and i know you might think “dogs die all the time it’s a pet.” but my dog was much more than that. she wasn’t even three years old and was a beautiful great pyrenees german shepard mix and she was the sweetest girl ever. i don’t care how ridiculous it sounds, because i know my soul and hers were meant to be together. i was even in the process of registering her as an emotional support animal so i could take her to college with me because she was finally old enough and for the most part out of the puppy phase. but one night out of nowhere she got really sick and within an hour of her showing signs something was wrong she died while i was holding her. not the greatest thing for a 19 year old who’s already struggling to experience. it took my over a month to stop seeing her like that every time i closed my eyes. call me dramatic, but that dog really was a child to me.

after that, i went to stay with my cousin for a few weeks and that was nice but i still knew i wasn’t feeling right. i moved back to school in august and had way too high of hopes that everything would fix itself. surprise, it didn’t. in fact, i just got worse. i reached lows i haven’t hit in over two years. i was having roommate problems, i was trying to do way too much at once, and i was neglecting my health. i had a breakdown.

the highlight of my semester was taking a week off to visit my best friend since age 2 for her birthday (she lives roughly a 2 hour plane ride away from me now) with our other two best friends. then i came back and immediately totaled my car. my car was a piece of shit yes, but it got me places. not having a car when you’re a person who drives around to destress is not fun. i was even worse mentally at this point and i was trying so so hard to get into my overbooked doctor to get my medications raised. the only constant i had were my three friends at school and my studies. so i threw myself into them. i was never alone and if i was i was nose deep in a text book. i was just avoiding the rest of my existence. i was able to get my meds upped and decided i was done wallowing. i started a diet that is actually manageable and enjoyable and discovered for the first time workouts that i actually liked doing. it was something small, but i knew i was turning myself around.

i went home for winter break knowing it was going to be tough. i also had to spend this time looking for a new car. it was an extremely stressful process to say the least. but i focused on myself, taking all the time for myself that i needed and processing everything that had made me get to such a bad place. i’ve always been very spiritual, so i dove more into that as well as trusting the universe.

i’ve decided that 2024 will be my best year yet. i got a new car, im getting a new job, im doing great in school, my mom is getting released from prison literally six hours after i post this, and im taking care of myself in more ways than one. while doing a lot of that reflecting, i remembered how much i used to love to write and how that passion just died after loving it since i was ten. i started small, doing short story exercises and getting into reading again. i finally, after an entire year, have my passion for writing back.

i can’t promise i’ll be consistent with uploads because i’ve decided that my goal for the year is to write a novel. so that project is going to be my main focus and it isn’t anything fanfic related, it’s actually a psychological thriller. more than likely i will be asking for opinions on here throughout the year as well.

with that said, my plans this year for this blog are to keep posting. eddie munson is mainly who i write for, but i want to expand my horizons. i want to challenge myself with genres and types of characters. i will greatly appreciate any requests you can give and i promise i will read through them. if i don’t post them right away, just know it may come out three months later. sometimes inspiration sparks at weird times.

if you’ve read this far, thank you. i hope this can inspire you to see that there’s light at the end of the tunnel but sometimes you’ve gotta dig the extra dirt to it yourself. beyond thankful to anyone who was here a year ago and has come back to read my new stuff- you made an aspiring writer really proud of herself.

much much love

-eddiemunsonswhxre 🤍

#eddiemunsonswhxre #i’m back #mental health is important

[ppnuggie]

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　　『　gender neutral human reader + g1 decepticons 』

　　— 003

　　-> injury warning ,, cuss warning ,,

　　—third chapter !! :D we get to meet some more characters other than hook ,, and scavenger ! small off and on with different pov ,, mainly usage of you and they for the reader !

　　— tag list :: empty …

　＜　one , two , four , five ＞

as of now, according to what 'megatron' — the one with a bucket for a head and a desperate need for anger management class — you were now the decepticons hostage. hostage for what, you had no clue. after all, you only know that some dickhead named buzzsaw had broke your ankle before dragging your phat ass to the base. honestly, this vacation was going worse than your daily dose of having to deal with fuckwits at work.

a sigh fell from your lips, rolling your eyes during hook's explanation of what would be happening from now on. you didnt really pay attention, not interested in hearing the stuff he had to say. "now i would leave you in my company, yet i am busy and not to mention the equipment i have can easily crush your squishy body," the medic said, holding his chin as he talked.

by now, you we're getting tired of hearing them call you squishy. like, how dare they assume?? you could be one of those reptilian people in disguise for all they know! you grumbled, eyes narrowing at the constructicon who was busy rambling to even notice your angry glare. either that or he didnt give a fuck.

"of course, breakdown would be a good choice but knowing of his paranoia he'd just ditch you on the side of the road, and megatron wouldnt like that." hook released a sigh of his own. he shook his helm before going to think. who would be responsible enough to look after you? he was busy with pairing bots, breakdown was a bit too wimpy to be left in charge of you, and he was sure motormaster would stomp on you the moment he decided he didnt like you. starscream and his trinemates were a no go, maybe thundercracker would be good, but hook sure as hell didnt trust skywarp or starscream with you.

after all, you were a human, extremely fragile and in this case, extremely important to megatron's plans. he could just drop you with scavenger, but he didnt feel like having to deal with his whines of being left in charge of a squishy being. for all he knows, he could lose you and freak out about it.

          as hook kept pondering to himself, another bot had came strolling in the medbay. a dark navy, almost prussian blue bot with a red visor had gave a small nod of acknowledgment towards you, before setting down an injured bot. this one was smaller than the others, almost like a baby in a way. he was dark grey, almost black with red tints. he also had a red visor, and a pout on his face with his arms crossed.

          hook watched as soundwave had entered the room, with frenzy in his arms. he started to prepare the things needed to heal the minicon, and also prepare himself for what he would hear frenzy say. after all, the minicon talked a lot of shit.

          as hook was busying himself with things, frenzy took the moment to scan the human in front of him. he'd heard of them from buzzsaw, that dickhead of a bird who couldve easily taken the spot of being the sin of pride. especially when he was successful in his missions, primus that bird didnt know when to be quiet. "yo, fleshy," he called out to you. eyes flickered over to the smaller bot, confusion flashing in them. "yeah?"

          "whats yer name?" he questioned, eyeing up their form. he'd seen people in magazines wear the things they had on. he also knew that many fleshies didnt show that much of their skin, as it was called. "why?" their head tilted to the side, a sign of even more confusion. frenzy grumbled, making a 'tch' before replying, "because i wanna know!"

          soundwave watched the two interact, ready to prevent frenzy from harming megatron's new hostage. after all, he knew of megatron's plan to use the fleshy, as they were connected with the government and could be used as a powerful ally.

"its (y/n)," you finally gave in, quirking their eyebrows. "yours? or are you too pussy to share?" you snickered. "what?!" frenzy growled, anger boiling inside him. "i aint no pussy, fleshy! i'm frenzy!" he sneered at the chuckling human. "oh?" they eyed him, before breaking into a smile. "nice to meet you, frenzy." they held their hand towards him. the minicon growled before swatting their hand away, "whatever," he mumbled.

          soundwave gave a small pat to frenzy's helm, calming the angry minicon before turning his gaze to (y/n). "designation : soundwave," he said, watching as they turned their own attention to him. "hello to you as well, soundwave." they replied.

          hook returned with the equipment he needed, asking frenzy a series of different questions before patching the minicon up. soundwave and hook started to talk to one another, frenzy shuffling over to the sitting human.

          "so, uh, fleshy," he looked down at them, crossing his arms. "how long ya gonna be here? at the base, yknow?" (y/n) sniggered to themself, "not a clue. why, gonna miss me if i leave?" they wiggled their eyebrows at him. frenzy snarled, “no way!” he was quick to deny them, before looking around. “but, i do get bored of being around the other minicons.” he shook his head.

“besides, ya look pretty bored and lonely, itd be a shame if all ya did nothing but sit there the whole time.” he started to think to himself, before snapping his fingers. “ey! what if ya came with me and soundwave!” he broke out into a grin, before it dropped into a pout. “of course, not because i like ya! only so ya don’t have to look pathetically bored there.” you shrugged your shoulders, feeding into the minicon’s wants. after all, he was quite right. sitting on the table was pretty boring, and hook wasnt as entertaining as frenzy.

“i’ll go ask soundwave, ya wait here.” he pointed his digit to the table, before running off to pester the other two bots in the room. you shook your head and chuckled to yourself, wondering what it would be like hanging out with frenzy. it couldnt be that bad, right?

after hearing frenzy ask if they could take the human, soundwave was quick to nod, as he was curious to know more about the human more than he already did from basic information. and to make sure they wouldnt plot anything against megatron, of course. thanking hook for his treatment, soundwave grabbed (y/n), being careful of their injury. he was gentle, holding them with care.

“operation : human adoption,” soundwave said, before leaving with both his minicon and his new human.

#transformers x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #🌄.g1 #g1 x reader #🏷.uh oh #transformers g1 #transformers generation one #constructicons #constructicons x reader #hook x reader #soundwave x reader #frenzy x reader #🌄.soundwave #🌄.hook #🌄.frenzy

[viro-lil-goat]

I already wrote this in reblogs but i want to saparate so here we go, shoutout to this post

AU Hyde friends with Emma Carew

In this au, or more like an addition i can add to one of my aus – in one of Hydes outings, while jumping on the roofs he noticed Emma crying on balcony to her room. Even though he would usually leave (and Jekyll dosent want to get in trouble hence Hyde is still a searched criminal) he decided to come closer, Emma noticed him and was confused on why tf theres a man on the roof above her balcony (i would shit my pants) But Hyde reassured her he isnt a threat, and was just coming by (on the roofs 🤨). And asked her whats wrong.

Surprisingly she wasnt afraid, she already had a breakdown so she couldn't really think straight.

She told him she is supposed to have an arranged marriage with Simon Stride, in her families will. But she doesn't love him nor she ever had romantic or sexual attraction to anyone ever (shes aroace but that term didnt exist back then ). Plus, hes a jerk towards her.

Hyde shows his opposition to it, he thinks all those traditions and aristocrat things are absolutely stupid (sorry for my lack of smart language 😂) . He tells her he knows one person who was also married against their will, and that ruined their relationship with their lover (as hyde says this jekylls jaw drops to the floor XD). So he understands how harmful it can be. He jokes to lift Emmas mood.

Emma already calmed down thanks him, and also tells abot how in general its annoying. Her fathers friends were making jokes about her marrying jekyll right after their dance. Her father dosent take her seriously as he thinks shes still kid (like in musical, same with her mothers death) and he dosent think that marriage is harmful as family of simon conviced him otherwise. She dosent blames him but still holds a grudge for not helping her but instead adding fuel to the fire.

Hyde dosent knows what to say so he suggests her to jump on roofs with him to unwind, jekyll as a shadow is completely apposed. She is unsure but decides to accept the offer. Jekyll tries his hardest but hyde has an idea to make it a little safer.

Since shes in a party dress she takes some time to change into more for jumping clothes. Hyde asks her to hold his hand so she dosent fall while jumping

Artistic interpritation bc im not good with words XD

(the end of second slide feels weird but i didnt know how elso to phrase it 🫡)

And here another time they meet ⬇️

Okay im almost done this took wayy too long

Hence things has worsen with her abusive fiancée, and marriage was soon to happen, she decided to run away and asked Hyde for help in that

Later on i imagine her cutting her hair as a sign of new life (so she'll have something like a pixie cut)

She would write her father a letter that she has left due to her own will

Andd Hyde helps her escape to become of Lucy girls ^^ they still meet even after that.

Thinking abt that, most likely in this scenario her father would still search for her. Just wondering if suspecting Hyde should be a part of it (maybe someone has seen them or something like that)

Okay phew finally first one done ☠️ thats exactly why i usually only keep it in my mind its so hard expressing what im thinking i had to fill the gaps as i wrote. Buttt i want to share (and not forget) so here

#the glass scientists #the glass scientists au #tgs au #tgs emma carew #long text #tgs hyde #tgs

[insomanic-fanfication]

🌹🍃Tim Drake SFW Alphabet🍃🌹

Small note: Tim's age, like everyone in god damn DC, is all over the place. So in mind he's 20-21, youngest maybe 19.

Cw: mention of Self harm.

The alphabet is under the cut.

Affection: (How affectionate are they, How do they show it?)

Tim no doubtable has a lotta baggage and the social skills of a damp couch. So, his way of showing affection would be through acts of service. He may sit a little too close to you if he feels bold. But, besides that, he'll probably make you your favorite drink when he goes to make himself another cup of coffee. Later in the relationship, though, he will be very affectionate.

Best friend: (What are they like has a best friend? How would you become friends?)

With how unhinged Tim is sometimes, it's only appropriate for you two to become friends that way. You were new to the team and ran into each other in the kitchen at a god-awful hour. Crackhead energy at the highest levels has you both trying not to laugh hysterically at something that wasn't funny, so you wouldn't wake up the others. Under his breath, Tim said, 'Road work a head..' You, not missing a beat, said, 'Uh yea, I sure hope it does.'

On the other hand, if you are a civi', you probably found him either hurt or tired where he'll be lying outside your window. 'Ya know, I think my couch would be more comfortable than that slab of concrete.', 'Oh, you think so?'. Then it just went from there.

Cuddles: (Do they like to cuddle? How would they?)

Tim was neglected by his parents all his childhood, and while working under Batman, Tim was the parent more than Batman. So Tim is very touch-starved, like most of the Robins.

Does that mean he will ask for cuddles? Fuck no, he's burning the candle at both ends; he doesn't have time to step back. But, most of the time, if you pull him into a hug or carry him away to cuddle, though. Depending on his mood, he'll melt into you, the exhaustion finally hitting him. If he's in a different perspective, he'll glare at you getting frustrated.

Domestic: (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking at cleaning?)

Yes and No, So Tim never wanted to be Robin permanently. He initially became Robin because he saw how Batman was spiraling without one. So he would love to, at least, get an apartment for you both to share. Spending those "married" moments with you, I don't see him as the type to want kids, though.

Cooking is very 50/50 with Tim; he can make easy foods, like steak and potatoes. It's just a matter of, 'Does he have the energy to??'. He would need you to body double with him so he doesn't feel overwhelmed.

Ending: (If they had to break up? How would they?)

Honestly, Tim would try to suppress everything and try to keep it together. Because, in his mind, if he can't control himself, he fears that everything around him will fall apart.

But, at some point, he will just have a full-on breakdown. Curled into a ball, shaking and crying, probably Self-harm, if not heavily overthinking and unhealthy self-criticism.

Fiance: (How do they feel about commitment? How long until they pop the question?)

Tim wouldn't be the type to even think about marriage until he is sure you both are in the long run. Even then, he would also be terrified one of you may die tomorrow.

He likes to plan things out; he'll probably have a sit-down conversation about his feelings. Then ask if you want to be married and have that extra reassurance that the other isn't leaving anytime soon.

Gentle: (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Tim would be distant for the 1st month or so. Not because you make him uncomfortable or anything. It's just that it will take him some time to get used to being vulnerable around you after that milestone and the shit ton of anxiety of possibly making a mistake. He is gentle but more an act of service type. Always ask if you would like a drink when he fills his mug with his next cup of coffee. Leaning on you for support.

I know that even if he has his own room in the base, he'll want to sleep in your bed with you, just cuddle and feel that closeness. Won't go easy on you during training, though.

Hugs: (Do they like hugs? How often do they hug? What are their hugs like?)

He wouldn't initiate too many of your hugs, but he will never complain if you hug him from behind while he does his work.

When he does initiate them, they are pretty timid or awkward. But, once he's comfortable, what they lack in strength, they make up for in time. He likes longer hugs.

I love you: (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Tim would chicken out a lot for the 1st; I love you. Overthinking of when's the correct time, how soon is too soon.

How it ended up happening wasn't planned. He returned from a mission with his team and was settling back into his routine at the base. While you two were cuddling and watching a movie, Tim noticed you were looking at him. Turning to face you with a questioning look, you leaned in, stopping where your noses brushed each other. Letting him choose to fill the empty space or back up. He hesitantly leaned in, your eyes fluttering closed as your lips connected. Tim touched the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You mirror the action but cupping his face. When you both slowly parted, resting your foreheads on each other. It took a bit for Tim to open his eyes again when he did. His eyes met yours, and he whispered the 3 words, 'I love you.' 'I love you too.'

Jealousy: (Do they get Jealous? What they do?)

Yes, he does get jealous. But I think he gets panicked away more, like if he notices you and Dick talking a little more than usual. He starts to overthink, that maybe he's not good enough for you. Though, he tends to keep his thoughts to himself. He definitely, would need a lot of reassurance early in the relationship. Especially when he was still struggling with feeling like a shitty partner for taking so long to fully open up to you.

Kissing: (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss? Where do they like to be kissed?)

While hyper-focused on a case or around his friends and family, he probably would only like small kisses or pecks on the cheek. Though, when you are alone, Tim enjoys longer kisses that leave you both panting much more.

Also, simultaneously finding out he likes when you take a more controlling approach with them. Besides the lips, he would like to kiss the back of your hands or knuckles. For him, his neck, it just makes him feel really close to you.

Little ones: (How are they around children?)

For the most part, he's okay with babysitting. However, he would get more frustrated the longer he watches one. He's used to managing Damian because Tim is one of the middle children of the bat family. He might get short-tempered quickly, though he may be fine babysitting Jon.

Contrary to popular belief, Tim would be much better with a baby than a young toddler. (9 months -5 yrs old). He canonically fought a 10-year-old that was talking shit.

Morning: ( How are Mornings spent with them?)

Unlike Dick, Tim is an Early bird and Night owl. Though he needs his morning caffeine, many people say he's only a coffee drinker, but I call it bullshit. This mother fucker has the same amount of stashed energy drinks all over Gotham that Bruce has weapons in the manor.

Tim is very quiet in the morning and could be more talkative. He'll likely be leaning into your side with your arm around his midsection, enjoying a morning cup of coffee. While Tim re-reads recent notes from last night to see if they make sense.

Nights: (How are Nights spent?)

In this case, Tim at night is very different from morning. He suffers from insomnia, which was much worse before you two started dating. Whether you are autistic too or only Tim, it doesn't matter. Tim will begin to mirror you to a point.

So he'll probably start going to bed when you do, which is if you also have insomnia?? That's gonna be fun for the others. Many nights will be when one of you can't sleep, so you both stay up talking while cuddling.

Open: (When would they start revealing things about themselves? All at once or over time)

Tim is like a stray cat when it comes to opening up to people; you can't force him to; you have to be patient and let him take his time. Because of this, you have to be ready to play that long game. Once he's opened up, you will have the sweetest partner ever. Though, that doesn't mean he'll always be fine and happy. Along with opening up, he'll start to tell you more about his mental health. His trauma, his suicidal thoughts. It's a double-edged sword; you must be ready for it.

Patience: (How easily angered are they?)

I don't see Tim losing his patience quickly unless you do something to intentionally grind his gears.

If he feels like you are pushing his buttons and boundaries too much.

Quizzes: (They remember everything or nothing?)

With how much Tim "Tsim," Drake hyperfocused on Batman and stalked him and Dick. Tim remembers everything about you instead of the reason being stalking. He's just highly anxious that he'll get something wrong. People pleaser... He wants to ensure he gets everything right; he also loves hearing you speak.

Remember: (What is their favorite memory in the relationship?)

Tim likes the little details, which is probably why he fell in love in the first place. You give him an ear while he tries to put some pieces together. You make/buy him lunch when he forgets to eat.

One of his favorites is your first date. Both of you were so nervous about it; it was at one of the malls in Gotham. By the end of the date, the nervousness was mainly gone. With both of you talking and laughing, but what he really loved about it. Was that you both could be in comfortable silence, without the need to fill it with useless noise.

Security: ( How protective are they? How would you protect each other?)

Tim is highly protective; when on missions together, he has to be able to at least see a spec of you. Especially after he thought Kon-el FUCKING DIED.

You watch each other's back on and off the field if he can't come on a mission with you. He will drag Kon's ass to make sure you don't die.

Try: ( How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

He would give you gifts but won't drown you with them. He'll note things you've needed or wanted, then give you them on the closest holiday.

Dates, for Tim, would be a night in which you both are watching a movie. Or if you're both on patrol, you'll have little picnic dates. Dick has found you both eating takeout on the rooftops many times.

Ugly: (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

Do you like having your clothes? Well, not anymore! Tim will wear your clothes when his clothes need to be cleaned, and he doesn't have time for laundry. It doesn't matter if you are 3x bigger than him, your clothes will be stolen. Will give most back, but he'll keep a couple to sleep in.

He's an insomniac and a power napper, will, and has fallen asleep in the most uncomfortable place. But, if a pin drops, he's up and alerted.

Vanity: (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Since Tim is seen around Bruce often and is in the public eye, he keeps up his appearance. But, like, not extra. He keeps his hair clean and maintained, showering at least twice a week or whenever his brain deems he needs a shower. Depending on if his mental health wins one way or another.

He only trims his hair when it gets in the way or makes him feel static. It can NOT touch his lower nape; he cannot focus on anything else until it's gone.

Whole: (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, when you're gone, he'll feel like there's an empty hole left behind. He would try to move on and probably spend months crying about your death. Like, I think he did with Conner's death. Grief and depression would hit him like a brick.

Xtra: (Random headcanon for them)

He has a secret mini fridge in the Wanye Manor for when Bruce decides to be an ass and cut his caffeine off.

The only person who knows where the fridge is is Alfred. Alfred and Tim have a truce. Batman and the others don't learn about the mini fridge; Tim doesn't tell the others where Alfred's liquor stash is.

Yuck: (What are somethings they don't like, in general or in a partner?)

Tim can't stand people that use him for bragging rights; he likes to feel he is an equal. Not a trophy you put on a shelf and forgot about.

Zzz: (What is a sleeping habit of theirs?)

When Tim falls asleep, he's a very light sleeper. Tim's eyes are opened to see what's going on if you sit up. He likes to sleep up angst you or hold your hand. Knowing you're still there with him is just a comfort thing.

At most, he'll sleep for 5 hours. Solid sleep? Doesn't exist for him; he'll go back somewhat into consciousness every now and then.

#tim drake #robin dc #tim drake headcanon #sfw alphabet #Crow!Writes

[nerdby]

Just need to say this thing I've been keeping to myself: Judging people for the media they consume is the worst type of hypocritical pearlclutching that leftist extremists are guilty of.

ALL MEDIA IS PROBLEMATIC.

Unless someone is knowingly supporting whyte supremacists or pedophiles or something with the media they are consuming then shut the hell up. If people are on social media going off about how amazing cops are because of Law & Order or are actively fearmongering hateful bullshit cause they just watched Silence Of The Lambs for the first time or whatever then go ahead and say something.

But if someone is just saying shit like, "Oh, that was a great episode of CSI," or whatever then just shut the fuck up. People don't need to be fucking lectured and preached at twenty-four-fucking-seven. Especially cause most of the people watching shows like CSI are adults who are able to discern fact from fiction.

We know that 99.9% of cops are pure fucking evil.

We know that serial killers aren't good people.

We know that domestic violence isn't cute and romantic.

We know all of these things are true in real life, but luckily most media is FICTIONAL -- it's not fucking real. And yes while all media is political the media one consumes is not necessarily a reflection of their political leanings. Especially if the creator of the media in question is already DEAD!

Do you think everyone who owns a copy of Alice In Wonderland is a pedophile?

And if so, how can you NOT realize how batshit paranoid that is?!

People keeping going on and on about how there's no counterculture in the US, and I cannot believe I am saying this but it really is because people are too easily offended. Because once a piece of media gets labeled "problematic" anyone who enjoys said media is automatically pure fucking evil. Because pearlclutchers exist on BOTH sides of the political spectrum.

Like people hate Colleen Hoover because she writes toxic romance, but how many of them actually know Colleen Hoover? How many of the people criticizing her have ever even met or spoken with her? Cause writing toxic romance stories can be cathartic and therapeutic. It can help process trauma or let us confront our fears in a safe environment where we aren't in any danger.

By declaring things as inane as a romance novel problematic and therefore evil YOU are actively contributing to the erasure of counterculture in the US. Because counterculture is all about being an edgy McPunkRock emo edgelord -- that's sarcasm by the way. Because really counterculture is about enjoying the TABOO -- like banned books. Those are taboo and things like true crime, horror movies, toxic romance, and even things like the Civil Rights movement have also been historically considered taboo.

Because the taboo is anything that upsets the mainstream society -- anything that makes the suburban whyte Xstrians uncomfortable is taboo.

That is the entire point of the phrase ART DOES NOT EXIST TO COMFORT YOU. The phrase is directed at the whyte suburban Xstrians.

THATS WHY RIGHTWINGERS HATE THE ARTS FFS🤬

But we aren't allowed to enjoy the taboo anymore cause now everything is triggering or problematic. Everyone needs fucking spoilers for everything now whether we want them or not because everything is just SO shocking and SO traumatizing. For two fucking years, we had to listen to fangirls cry about Peter Parker getting turned to dust in Infinity War.

TWO FUCKING YEARS!!!!

If seeing a fictional character get harmed upsets you that fucking much then you should probably be in therapy, okay? Like if you're having an emotional breakdown from reading a Colleen fucking Hoover novel then you need therapy. Cause there is something else going on there. And that's not a bad thing.

Needing therapy is a neutral thing. Like obviously its something we'd all probably rather avoid, but realistically it's probably something we could ALL benefit from in the long term. Like everyone needs therapy. We're all fucked up, okay?

So just stop it.

Unless someone is using a movie or book or whatever as justification to be a racist, queerphobic eugenicist assholes just fucking stop it. Unless they are supporting LIVING people who are actively going out of their way to inflict harm on marginalized communities -- people like JK ROWLING -- then just shut up. Just let people fucking live and enjoy things.

Stop projecting your triggers and insecurities onto everyone else. Stop fucking shitting on people cause they like true crime or Law & Order or anime or whatever. Because you -- yes, even the noble leftists fighting for Civil Rights -- are really just acting like a pretentious, judgemental white fucking knight pearlclutcher and you're erasing counterculture.

And that is EXACTLY what the right wants.

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