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beescake · 2 months

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PLEASE PLEASE MEGADUMP THE ARASOL!!! PLEAAASEE MR BEESCAKE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU

HFHGHD GLADLY aaa i’ve been adding notes to it here and there for months but just hesitant to post it bcs im 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂

also this is just my own takeaway of the events, it doesn’t necessarily comply to the Ultimate Truth of Canon-Alignment or represent the actual facts of what hussie intended! v sentimental smh but hopefully its still interesting to read

i love when characters inform each other by proximity, it's one of my fave things to see in media :') it feels even more significant when two characters deliberately choose to stick together, so that when one operates, you can tell the other is similarly aligned in associative solidarity.

sollux is a keystone of this trope — whoever he aligns with is a wordless statement, a nod of approval. this stood out to me bcs the main four humans were alr friends by default, but once you reach hivebent you realize the trolls can actively choose who they want to hang out with.

and as we all know, after assessing every troll's biases/loyalties, sollux is the only one who maintains his selective preference for innately Good 👍 people.

aradia is such a beautiful character honestly, she evokes such incredible feelings in me. she might not have been consistently written with care but the best parts of her character are truly stunning. i think it's easy to remember sollux as the self-sacrificing one bc he's so open about it (and his friends frequently react to his Moments) but when you compare him to aradia, it's always struck me

how much more. raw it is

to be so alone as an agent of time, having to orchestrate immeasurably harrowing events nobody understands or gives a fuck about

with your role painted in the story as one who must tend to the needs of the narrative, responsible to match every next note

because when you're given the capabilities, it becomes your duty to carry it out.

it becomes expected of you to keep experimenting and arranging the machinations to work for everyone, dusting off hundreds of necessary failures to keep going

and having to be so unwavering in your drive knowing miserably that there's no one who can help you but yourself.

or alternatively: to make things fun! so other people won't think twice about letting you go off on your own.

sure she's had some very good buds, notably thanks to Team Charge v Team Scourge antics.

and yet, at the end of the day, the one friend that kept choosing her time and time again was the friend with the highest standards.

i can see why people like to define arasol as moirails/matesprits but surprisingly i find the nondescript, unlabeled aspect of their relationship more straightforward to understand.

there's no shortage of people who would accommodate sollux. most of the surviving trolls are his oldest friends bcs he’d chosen them well. his transparency with his feelings had built him strong friendships that won’t falter or break, regardless of how much of a dick he can be. they’ve already seen and accepted him at his worst, and they still like him for who he is.

contrast that with aradia, who'd been so approachable, friendly and reliable in her exchanges it was super fun to talk to her. but the moment she became depressed, all her connections broke down.

her friends became hesitant to interact with her (until she became god tier, “happy” and amicable again) because her gloom and resignation didn’t serve them. she dealt with it alone.

there’s def something of note here abt the disparity between the way male & female characters are written+perceived in homestuck (esp parallel arasol with davejade) but i won’t go into that lmaoo

with this in mind i like to think of sollux as a gift to her, a loyal companion given to complement and commend her resolve. she's capable of doing so much alone but hussie took the time to build her and sollux's relationship as one of a unit; a set.

the ambiguity of their status does complicate things, but i do believe it makes sense with their characters. aradia's relationship with romance is a rocky one, the dubious stringalong equius had with her is a pointed reminder that her feelings of attraction are ultimately controlled by the author writing her.

unlike the other trolls who can openly address and own up to their crushes, aradia had romantic emotions forced upon her (especially when hussie implies 'she kissed equius back on her own volition'). and it seems like her character is so intrinsically neutral abt attraction that even when forced by the almighty powers above, she's unable to retain it wholly.

however, looking back to pre-game when she could actually "choose" her own feelings, she did have a crush on sollux.

their soft spots for each other were so obvious to the point where other people could see it.

taunting aside, when vriska comments on their unit as bf/gf it actually informs the audience that arasol's relationship is romantic in nature despite not aligning with the quadrant system.

even while dead, aradia could still describe her care for sollux, expressing that she would like to see him happy. if they had more time to explore their relationship on alternia, it's possible they could've settled in a quadrant once they grew older.

but going back to the lack of labels, their dynamic was affected once more when aradia became god tier.

to me, her ascension was both the perfect culmination and possible closure of her character. it's the light at the end of her journey toiling through countless of timelines where she had to actively assess and participate. that's why it's cool to see her being silly and having fun giving guidance, passively exploring and watching other people do their parts.

and yet the joy of her freedom makes it hard to explore further introspection. if we take her by her word, she'd already come to terms with the hurt she's been through and forgiven those involved.

i can't help feeling attuned to how impersonal and detached it can be, to devote and meld your identity so completely with your designated position as Maid of Time until you've become hard for your old friends (and even some readers!) to personally connect to.

idk post-canon but i assume there’s some degree of similarity to be bridged here with aradia's god tier and how the hs2 humans' Ultimate forms was described as a consolidation of all their possibilities. since aradia's classpect is inherently of service to Time, going god-tier may have elevated her beyond personhood with the "game construct" possessing her entirely. sollux doesn't realize the extent of it bcs he's still mortal, but a part of him may have subconsciously understood this.

i think there is a core aspect to aradia that was lost to the dehumanizing glory of god tier — a core aspect that may have contained an element of why sollux enjoyed talking to her in the first place.

to him, aradia hadn't just been a nice girl, she was a cool girl. despite not having much in common, he's still willing to chill next to her so she's not alone while she does what needs to get done.

back on alternia, they held a mutual and equal-level regard for each other that could've definitely settled into something permanent. but now, he's placed himself in a position where he can be kept around or left behind at will. the parameters of the relationship are largely in aradia's court, so any label she suggests to identify their relationship with he's likely to accept.

but that's why it's so difficult to label it. because god tier aradia may not necessarily Want quadrants or relationship labels. rather than the initial romantic attachment, their commitment to each other had evolved into one fundamentally of companionship.

no label? ok fine. no matter what, he still thinks she's a good soul worth latching on to. the best, actually. aradia > everyone else.

even if it gets stilted at times. there's an unexpected struggle to connect when sollux's go-to default for talking points is his feelings about things, and aradia may not want to talk about emotions all the time.

not to mention god tier aradia became an observer, especially of chaos. but sollux's avoidance of involvement comes partially from his innate pressure to get involved if something goes wrong. and he can't always tell when something goes wrong, because aradia doesn't mind if things go wrong anymore.

it's a non-negotiable preference that causes them to take the occasional time apart, a new boundary that wouldn't have existed before the game and aradia's god tier.

but just like how his friends tolerated his moods, sollux accepts aradia as she is. with no quadrants, their connection doesn't break down because there's no implicit romantic expectations to be disappointed by or resentful over.

sometimes when i see hs content that deliberately distances sollux from aradia, i assume this is the dissonance people might have felt. people might find it "easier" to be cynical about them bcs of this strange tension.

but idc lmao. grab that shit by the neck

lack of easy resolutions and cleanly tied ribbons is pretty standard of homestuck and imo it doesn't make arasol's dynamic any less incredible. with the right affection and consideration, there's still so much potential to develop the nuance of their relationship outside of the popular quadrant-based depictions.

hs has a lot of really great character compatibilities but the way aradia and sollux are in their own special orbit is why i can write this much about them in the first place. it's that frail innocence between first loves that makes it so sweet to me, two kids who grew up too fast playing guesswork without being clear where they're going.

ultimately i do think you're meant to feel a little tragedy for just how much they care for each other, even if they can't quite establish it in simple terms.

maybe they keep taking breaks to progress their own paths. maybe they remain as anchor partners while seeing other people. but even if you decide to separate them, they're still (awkwardly) texting each other updates all the while. and when they reunite it feels like coming home.

and well. more than anything, i like to believe that they do want to be exclusive.

they're just afraid. after all, they're still learning how to love, beyond the projections of the foursquare quadrant system they had inadvertently distanced themselves from since young.

they might not have everything figured out, but they'll get there eventually if you just hold them together and write them there.

optional post-canon segment:

one of the limitations of main hs is that (monogamous) relationships are often written as the go-to solution to wrap up character growth; it's an easy "patch" to imagine characters getting their happy ending because they have a partner, and those who don't end up with someone don't get that closure (most notably jade).

hs2 reaffirms this by suggesting that aradia's character cannot progress without letting sollux go, because happily settling in a relationship automatically locks your potential.

that pathetic panel of sollux staring emptily into the sky is still my fave hs2 spoiler ngl i find the impact of their parting so emotionally provoking precisely bcs they were written in original hs to be each other's forever, coming back together again and again

but now, they're subject to the decisions of the post-canon authors who might choose to deviate from that.

it's not new for them to part, but now there's an underlying worry that her dropping him off this time might be the last time. while i think the prospect of shattering their stability to make them grow separately sounds fun on paper, no amount of me desperately hoping for a good execution is gonna guarantee it

idk. i guess prediction-wise im expecting sollux in classic dramatic-hs2 fashion to tell dave to back off aradia LMAO. otherwise it's just gon be sollux and karkat pathetically watching aradia and dave from a distance swimming in their unresolved feelings for narratively-powerful time players smh obvs it sounds corny as hell but who knows its still plausible

srsly tho i hope they take the opportunity to develop arasol's relationship in a fresh direction that doesn't hurt me too badly...... and i hope they force sollux out of his comfort zone. i like watching him struggle :-)

#sorry if this isnt fully accurate heh its just my personal impressions/feelings #despite best efforts to simplify my annotations the wall of text still ended up massive #there's also a comparison i wanted to make abt characters who “broke up” from romantic expectations losing a lot of what they had before #dave(sprite)/jade‚ karkat/terezi‚ dirk/jake etc = which is why i think arasol was rescued by hussie on purpose. arasol endgame truth #ngl there mightve been more moments that shouldve been mentioned but i have no memories of... limited cloud storage #long post #ask #anon #homestuck #arasol #aradia megido #sollux captor #arapostings #2024 #vioart #not disqualifying acespec/qpr reading i think its also possible :]#if anything i dont understand fanon killing off aradia for their sollux ships haiyaaa why is this trope so damn popular #every time i open a slkt fic and aradia is dead i go outside and burn a tree. global warming could not come sooner #slkts who treat aradia like dvkts treat jade…. i punt u football style

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rewritingcanon · 3 months

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I just ADORE the idea of potter sibs learning lessons from their namesakes and being nothing like them :)

James being calm and studious and kinder than his namesakes

Albus learning how NOT to handle very specific social situations from his namesakes

And Lily is just like "FUCK them kids lmao"

YESSSSS literally.

james is more popular than his namesakes were (i like to think james and sirius were just impervious to popularity&they just gave 0 fucks, although sirius was default popular because of his surname and his attractiveness) because hes more welcoming and less of a dick and a nepobaby, but he’s emotionally distant with his peers and finds it hard to open up to others because he’s always a little suspicious of people (unlike james sr, who was an open book). he plays quidditch because he knows he should and it makes his mum happy and its kinda fun and hes kinda good but hes not that passionate about it. he gets amazing grades because hes studies a lot and not because hes a natural genius (unlike sirius, who didnt have to study hard for anything to pass comfortably). james a perfectionist, by-the-book person who struggles to think outside of the box, unlike his grandfather whos genius lied in nothing else.

albus reminds me more of his namesakes than the other two potter siblings, but he probably would appreciate the comparison the least. he’s quiet and lonesome and angsty with a ‘no one will understand me’ mindset, but severely attaches himself to the people he loves, and carries them with him throughout his life without ever moving on (all exactly like severus). hes cunning and always ready to martyr himself (both dumbledore and severus), but hes way more audacious and simple. he has a ‘1 + 1 = 2 end of story’ mind that he got from his parents that completely goes against severus and dumbledore’ long game of chess. albus does not care for such BS, hes still got that gryffindor dawg in him. he will go against every expectation set out for him on purpose (unlike dumbledore and snape, who will use their reputation to their advantage). also, albus is happy lmfao. its why he commits his life to himself and not to others like his namesakes did. he wants simple things like nicely-cooked dinners, warm houses, and to get married young and start a family. kind of like his dad and grandmother.

and lilyyyyy. she is all over the place. she is the quidditch star, the loud one in class, the person who fakes her report cards so her mum doesnt freak out at her. shes not studious like her grandmother, she attracts people to her and selects the greatest pick out of the litter for friends, and shes got a lot of friends (unlike lily evans, who’s love is so concentrated and loyal to very few, and luna who was socially repellent). she travels everywhere because shes a glutton for experiences, she doesnt plan ahead, shes will never be tied down— not even by true love and the prospect of staying with them forever. shes open like luna but her mind is more of a straight arrow than luna’s genius. lily grows up and never has any kids, not because she hates children but because she just never particularly wanted to. she never grew out of being reckless and impatient and impulsive, and she had always known that those traits would not be compatible with raising a child and she was okay with that (unlike lily evans who had always wanted to be a mother, and had dedicated herself to her baby).

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gravity-barbie · 7 months

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The Sparrows with a sibling they think doesn't have powers HCs

A/N: So sorry for the wait! And the lack of Christopher, I tried but I really suck at writing for him and I think it'd take another 3 months if I kept trying. Also fair warning this is on the angsty side.

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Marcus Hargreeves

-Both as a child and an adult Marcus barely acknowledges you exist, his life revolves around the sparrow academy which you've always existed just on the outskirts of

-As your sibling he does feel a loyalty to you though, he lets you stay at the academy and use Reginalds funds as much as the others so long as you don't cause any trouble

-Of course you're completely excluded from the sparrow academy, despite your siblings vast fame most people don't even know you exist and Marcus won't ever let you join any of the families 'buisness' talks

-So while he's not mean or malicious there is a lot of disrespect and neglect there that builds resentment inside of you

-He's as shocked as you are to learn you have powers (very strong ones at that) but he's quick to collect himself, trying to reason you into letting him integrate you into the sparrow academy and follow his lead like your siblings

-Marcus is good with people, he says exactly what you want to hear, first easing your fears about your new powers and then more importantly giving you a glimpse of the belonging and connection you've always been denied in an attempt to get you to fall in line

-However it's likely too little too late

-Marcus does care about you and he wants to resolve things peacefully, however if you prove to be a threat to the sparrow academy he's completely willing to make an enemy out of you

Ben Hargreeves

-Ben's always looked down on you and unlike Marcus he won't hesitate to verbalise that

-Despite that and generally not thinking you're worth his time he doesn't actually dislike you though, he sort of appreciates your gentler personality, not that he often let's that show

-You're the only sibling he doesn't have to compete with which may make him underestimate you but it also makes you the only person in the world he'll even slightly lower his guard around

-Which, play your cards right, could lead to a tentative friendship between you two, however friend or otherwise Ben is really no good for your self-esteem

-He feels personally betrayed to learn you have powers as crazy as that sounds, jumping to conclusions and assuming the worst of you

-His default is distrusting people so he feels like an idiot for ever not seeing you as a threat and it doesn't help that part of him is still loyal to Reginald so it's easy for him to believe the lies the old man tells about you

-Beneath his anger and confusion though, if Ben cares about you even a little bit that isn't going to change

Fei Hargreeves

-It would seem you're totally irrelevant to her, she barely acknowledges your existence as a child, and as an adult that's only slightly better

-Plus she's kind of a loner so since she's not forced to be around you like she is the others and she likes to spend her free time by herself it's only natural you hardly see each other, let alone talk

-However she actually knows you better than you realise, she's a careful and observant person and like your siblings you're not immune to her spying from time to time

-Because of her perceptiveness she's actually the first to suspect that there's something weird going on with you though she keeps that hunch to herself

-She's probably the most calm and reasonable about learning you have powers and tries to talk some sense into your more reactive siblings

-She encourages them to give you time and space to let this bombshell sink in before they get involved because that's what she would want in your position

-She herself doesn't bother you, not interacting with you any more than usual unless you initiate, she does however have a bird watching you at all times

Alphonso Hargreeves

-Alphonso can be a real dick to you sometimes, but unlike the others it's not because he feels some kind of sense of superiority over you, it's more out of jealousy

-He resents the fact that you don't have the same pressure on you or the same heavy workload and essentially feels like you got off easy compared to him and the others

-He doesn't tend to go out of his way to antagonize you or anything but for someone that's usually pretty easygoing his pointed coldness towards you stands out

-He's definitely blindsided to learn you have powers and it takes him a while to wrap his head around, but he is actually more willing to get your side of the story than some of your siblings

-He still doesn't really get where your pain is coming from because he'd switch childhoods with you in a heartbeat but now that he realises you are genuinely hurting he's a lot more open to understanding

-Ultimately despite being more sympathetic towards you than ever before Alphonso will still go along with however the other sparrows decide to deal with you, for better or for worse

Sloane Hargreeves

-Sloane is the nicest to you by far, partially because that's just who she is, but also because you're both different enough from your other siblings that you form an unspoken alliance

-However as kids you never got the chance to get too close as Reginald noticed your bond and kept separating you

-So while you're glad you can finally be friendly as adults you're still not as close as you could of been, you do try to catch up but the years of forced seperation has created a wall between you

-So has your apparent lack of powers, because though it's absolutely not her intention Sloane can be so patronizing and insensitive about your status as the ordinary one

-As shocked as she is to learn you have powers she's quick to look on the bright side and tries to encourage you to as well, though on the flipside she does also feel terrible to realise the depth of how manipulated and isolated you were

-She's an absolute blessing when it comes to helping you understand and control your power, as a literal genius with experience handling her own superpowers and the kindest person you know she's the best mentor you could hope for, things would of been so much worse without her

-She's firmly on your side throughout this whole ordeal, constantly vouching for you and prioritising what you need no matter what the others say or do

Jayme Hargreeves

-Obviously Jayme never gives you the time of day, but really it's not like she's more apathetic about you than she is about anything else in her life

-Honestly she even likes you more than numbers one to three because at least you never try to tell her what to do, so she's not totally against your company

-Actually she's kind of a very typical sister, you're not friends and she has no problem snarking you but you're family and she'll have your back if you need it

-Even though she had no idea about your powers she isn't all that surprised to learn the truth about you, mostly because she knows this is the exact kind of bullshit Reginald would do and she always thought him keeping you around was a bit suspicious

-She's calm but reasonably cautious when it comes to dealing with the new-you since she has to admit that that is one intense power you have

-Personally she has a hard time seeing you as a threat but like Alphonso she's not going to stick her neck out for you if the sparrow academy decides to do things the hard way

#the sparrow academy #tua x reader #tua x you #sparrow!reader #marcus hargreeves x reader #sparrow ben x reader #sparrow!ben x reader #fei hargreeves x reader #alphonso hargreeves x reader #sloane hargreeves x reader #jayme hargreeves x reader

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fxckn-sxck-fr · 23 hours

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You're literally so fucking disgusting (said with absolute joy).

Anyways, which of your silly little comic book yandere men are into petplay? And are they puppy-owner-coded or kitty-owner-coded?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒: 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑…

!!! GN reader, petplay, can be translated as romantic or platonic, but the innuendos are 100% intended, collars, leashes, mentions of punishments, slight manipulation, drugging, I channeled my inner pet for this.

*Pulls out my 3 hour long slideshow* I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON.

First off, all of them are into pet play if I have a say in it. You will never catch me obsessing over a character I either can’t see collaring me or wearing a collar for me. So, really, this question boils down to if they’re a dog or cat person, LMAOOOOO.

Second, they all could go either way, honestly. These are just my personal thoughts on what they might gravitate towards. If you’re a certified puppy, don’t you worry, cuz the kitty enjoyers will love you the same, and visa versa.

Now let’s get started.

Bruce Wayne: I ALREADY CAN’T FUCKING CHOOSE, FUCK. My first instinct was to gravitate towards kitty-owner, but then I thought about his need to have some sort of physical tie to you (cuz he totally keeps you chained or handcuffed to him, DON’T FUCKING QUESTION ME), so he might be a puppy-owner for the sake of keeping you on a leash. Either way, you’re totally his little lap pet while he works in his office. Petting you gives him the strength he needs to finish all his paperwork. Also, everything you own is bedazzled to hell and back, from collars to toys. He likes to spoil his beloved little pet, okay?!

Clark Kent: I’m gonna go with puppy-owner. He might carry you around like a cat, but that’s only because carries dogs around like cats, too (that’s what happens when you have super-strength; everything is just so carry-able). Absolutely talks to you in that babying voice every dog-owner uses. “Who’s a good pup? Who’s a good pup?? You are!! That’s right, you are!! Aww, look at you!!” It might be annoying, but you better get used to it if you don’t wanna be locked in your uncomfortable cage while he’s gone. He knows you hate it, which is why he hates it, but it’s the only way to get you to behave!! Be his good pup, won’t you?

Dick Grayson: Very much leaning towards puppy owner. He’s all for training you into his loyal pup who follows him everywhere. Also lowkey talks down on you cuz you’re just a cute, dumb puppy!! You don’t need to be thinking big human thoughts!! Let your loving master take care of everything, okay? Ah, ah, ah! Silly, pup! You’re not supposed to speak! Now get back on your hands and knees… puppies don’t walk like people do, remember? Or does he have to get a little mean to remind you? You don’t want that, do you? Yeah, didn’t think so. Now sit… good job!! Why don’t we give you a treat, hm~?

Hal Jordan: Another one that can go either way. Honestly, though? The more I think about it, the more I’m digging kitty-owner Hal. There are so many ways this could go that it makes my head hurt. Is he a condescending owner? “Poor little kitty… got something to say? Hm? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Or a soft owner? “Such a pretty little kitty… did you miss me while I was away? Yeah? I’m so sorry, sweetie.” What about one of those cat-dads that started out as we-are-not-getting-a-cat and ended up getting totally attached? “What do YOU want? Huh? Whatcha up to, pusscat? AYE!! Get off of the couch!! Come on, you know better.” The possibilities are endless.

Jaime Reyes: You know, it’s kinda weird. I see him as a certified puppy by default, yet as an owner? He’s kitty-adjacent. You’re just the cutest kitty-cat ever, he can’t help but keep you as one!! Definitely gets one of those bell collars (with a cute bow on it!!) for you. It helps ease his anxiety whenever he hears it jingle. Better be a cuddly kitty, cuz he canNOT keep his hands off of you. Poor guy’s always on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of you running away. It’s a common occurrence for him to pull you into his lap, eyes shining with unshod tears as he quietly asks, “you’ll never leave me, right?” If you don’t want to sit there awkwardly while he hyperventilates, I suggest you be kind and nuzzle into him.

Remy LeBeau: 100% kitty-owner. Expects you to greet him at the door when he comes home. “Y’miss me, minou? Yeah… Gambit missed you, too. C’mere.” Whether you like to admit it or not, he gives the best scratchies. He’ll have you lay against his chest for hours, softly petting your head as he listens to your rhythmic breathing. Absolutely sits you on the counter while he cooks so he can feed you small morsels as a little treat!! Every chef has to have an adorable sous-chef, no? Oh my god, he is just so soft that it makes my heart melt. You’re his precious little kitty and he’ll never let you forget it!! Just don’t be up to any trouble, okay? He may be gentle, but he also knows how to punish naughty kitties.

Scott Summers: Puppy-owner puppy-owner puppy-owner pupPY-OWNER— you bet your ass he’s training you to be the perfect little puppy. When he’s through with you, you’re gonna be the most obedient pup around. Don’t get me wrong, he’s actually a very soft and sweet master!! Gives you tummy rubs, praises, and even treats (when you’re good). However, when it comes to obedience, he’s absolutely the no-nonsense type. Do not test him; the literal leash he has on you is short for a reason. Disciplinary Scott is a very scary Scott, so I’d suggest you start acting right if you don’t want to get the cruelest punishment ever. “That’s right. Be a good little pup for me. You know what happens to bad puppies. Behave.”

Tim Drake: Have you met him? Kitty-owner for sure. He wants a lazy kitty that’ll sleep in his lap whenever he works (read: he wants to drug you so you’re constantly lethargic and can’t run away from him). Be prepared to be a weighted blanket, cuz he loves when you lay on top of him. Whenever you wake up, he’ll always be the first thing you see. “Good morning, Kitty! Sleep well? C’mon, it’s breakfast time!” Does NOT let you do anything for yourself (not like you’ve got the energy to, anyway). He loves to take care of his cute little kitty!! Also, has about 3,000 photos of you on his phone so he can look at them when he’s away. He just misses you, okay? You’re all he thinks about on patrol!!

Wally West: The puppy-owner thoughts won. He wants a happy little pup to pounce on him anytime he comes home!! Oh… you don’t wanna do that? Well, it’s okay!! He’s very good at training disobedient mutts. A quick word of warning, you do not want to trigger his stern mode. He’ll dish out the most cruel and devious punishments, all with the “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” attitude. Soft and sweet owner Wally is where it’s at. Loves to make you do tricks and give you treats afterwards!! He can get a little condescending and tease you, but it’s all done out of love! Unless you’ve been bad. Then it’s completely intended to be malicious. But you would never be a bad pup for him, right? He loves so much and spoils you rotten, why would you ever be bad? Come one, now!! Walkies time!! If you don’t tug on the leash, he’ll give you a big reward!!

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spring-lxcked · 8 months

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happy sinday let's start it off with a horrible, horrible bang. like actually i'm so sorry lmao

will steal his partner's shirt/jacket and jerk off to their scent when he misses them (also will actually be caught off guard if seen doing it by said partner. in other words. wishlist wishlist wishlist i expect asks in my inbox (joking) (maybe))

i know i said by default he doesn't own sex toys but that's lowkey a lie because A. his wife strapped him and, B. this motherfucker taught himself to suppress his gag reflex in, like, college. make of that image what you will.

SO into fingers in the mouth, giving or receiving

might just cum in his pants if you dry hump him while kissing his neck/leaving hickeys. won't be remotely embarrassed if he does (read: loves it)

lives to tease to orgasm. sometimes just wants to hold his partner close while he relentlessly plays with their clit/dick until they cum multiple times

will fingerfuck you mercilessly if you're into that

said it before, will say it again: wants to ruin you for future partners especially if you're his romantic partner, but honestly even one night stands LMAO

doesn't sleep around a ton post-divorce, but def a few ppl in town who can attest to his, ahem, ability in bed. he just finds this funny if he overhears.

will happily cause jealousy on purpose pre-relationship. if he wants your muse and they won't make it official, he can and will fuck a stranger because "it's not cheating, anyway, right?" and make sure your muse knows. he has to be preeeeetty fucking bitter to do this, though

actually loyal in committed relationships. just genuinely doesn't have the urge to cheat because he gets deeply, deeply invested in his long-term committed partners. but also he does unironically consider himself a loyal person (with 4342348243 exceptions) but let's not discuss how insane that is

non-serious or serious threats to kill him are a turn-on <3 i wish this was a joke.

on a similar note, any dirty talk that alludes to him being a shitty person (knowingly or not on your muse's part) gets him off biiiiiiiiig time

#˖ ✧ headcanon » ( the demon to his demons )#sinday #˖ ✧ n s f w » ( know how to hide it / kinda like it )#anyway hiiiiiiiiii you want to write some of these with me pretty please ignore what a freak he is #—— ✧ scheduled »

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writercole · 9 months

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FMK

Dean Winchester, Dick Grayson or Jake Seresin

Oh you bitch.

Fuck: Dean Winchester. I know that would be THEE night of my life. God, those thighs. And those calloused hands. UGH I need a cold shower now. Jokes on me, I live in Louisiana. I always need a cold shower.

Marry: Dick Grayson. Yes, ACAB. But he's a detective and he's one of the good ones. I will rationalize this how I want. I just know he'd be the best husband, heroing included. He's doting and loyal and you know Alfred will keep him in check.

Kill and/or Kiss: Jake Seresin. It's a default, I'm sorry. Jake is married to the military and while he'd be devoted, he'd be miserable in any other line of work and I just don't think I could put up with the deployments and top secret missions. So. Kiss of death from Game of Thrones. At least he'll go out like a man.

#cole answers #birthday ama #gremlin shelly #god damn this was hard #no pun intended #cole loves shelly #creator coven

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surveillance-0011 · 1 year

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Are you still doing requests for the splatbands ask game? If so, can we get 6 with Omega-3’s DJ? I love them so much 😭

Yep, and I’m always willing to talk about splatoon ^_^

And you have just opened Pandora’s box btw

6: headcanons for ω-3’s DJ

They/them maybe they/he. Like 18-21 in Splat2 and mid twenties at most by 3.

A Goldie. At least, genetically so. They have the intelligence and perhaps the longer life as well, but the looks are… off. Their scales don’t grow in right and they’re not as shiny. More of a dull metallic olive at the very least. They’re a lil self conscious abt it…

Pretty smart with tech and also has some street smarts. Struggled academically though.

Some of their rudeness is just from being too chummy and lax with people way too early on but they’re also just very disagreeable. Contrarian for the sake of it. Likes arguing and annoying people. The respect they hold for others is low- and even those they do respect in their mind sure as hell aren’t treated with it.

Doesn’t totally hate the other two, they do appreciate their presence and talent (+ vice versa) but they’re just… idk this is just how they are. They want things their way they think they can get away with being a total dick. But the other two can also be unbearable so it’s all back and forth and depends on the day and situation

Gets along better with the drummer bc they’re closer in age + the drummer isn’t nearly as stubborn or critical or bitchy as a certain cellist playing fish is… the two might live together too. Cellist lives on his own though maybe.

The cellist is their favorite person to fuck with. They always get on his nerves and they see anything he tells them not to do or whatever as a challenge. They generally dislike his state of authority in the band as they think he’s a bit too restrictive (though he does give them some leeway) and judgy, so they’ll take any chance to knock him down a peg.

And the Cellist gets frustrated that they rarely seem to take things seriously and their general attitude and whatnot.

Party animal. Pretty good and hyping up a crowd and keeping them that way.

Impulsive, makes a lot of bad decisions they end up regretting in both mundane and very serious situations. It’s only when consequences hit them that they start to feel bad but they can’t really stop. Don’t know how, don’t know if they even want to try. But they are more than a little self aware of the fact it’s becoming an issue.

Energetic but carries themself with a sort of unbothered, too-cool-for-school vibe. They try to be chill but they do get excited quite easily. They’re confrontational but try to never seem upset even when words or actions cut deep. If all that even makes sense.

Rough childhood in rough area. Shitty parents and an ok ish older sister. Music got them through the worst of it though their mother was very unsupportive of their goals. Soo they eventually just left, got enough money to start off with some odd jobs here and there and later gained financial stability through the band and perhaps some other things. I assume Goldies get some privileges esp regarding trade and finances bc they’re valuable members of society by default.

Their relationship with their sister is rough. A little distant and they argue a lot.

Familiar with Dedf1sh and her music. Doesn’t know her personally and is unaware of her fate but knows what many others do: that she was a talented musician who disappeared without a trace. They really want to know what happened to her.

The whole Grizzco situation is actually rlly fucking them up. they’re terrified. Worried sick abt the future but trying to appear OK abt it. But their anxiety and despair over it is strong and they can’t hold it together for much longer

But they do like laughing at particularly stupid Grizzco workers and runs that end in disaster for ‘em.

ALSO. My hc nickname for them is L.S./Ellis. Bc. Loyal Servant > L.S. > Ellis. Idk if or how the titles will be localized but until then this is what I’ve been calling em mentally.

#I love ω-3 sm #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatbands #music is great designs r great #and the mental image of three fish fighting each other everyday to make music is hilarious #the loyal servant of the true salmon king hizunamasu #asks #headcanons #ω-3 #the faithful servant of the true salmon emperor hizunamasu

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aschlindartroom · 2 years

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OC Superlatives Tag Game

Thanks to @aohendo for tagging me. This is gonna be fun! Now, a no-pressure tag to @jess-p-edits, @jezifsterswriting, and @athenixrose

Most arrogant: This award definitely goes to Egon Schmidt. Egon " regularly smashes his hands with hammers because he knows that his ability will heal him" Schmidt. This man is convinced that he is god's gift and the most powerful H.O.U.N.D. who has ever lived.

Most humble: Probably Ehren Schmidt, who happens to be Egon's brother. Ehren is also incredibly powerful, but because he can literally FEEL the emotions of everyone around him, he can regularly put his own troubles into perspective. He is a sweet bean and we love him.

Most charming: Gosh... depends on what is meant by charming. Different people are charmed by different personalities, yeah? I want to say this award goes to Rowan. Rowan can be abrasive at times, but she is also incredibly loyal and energetic and fun to be around. I dunno. I would personally become her friend in a second.

Most aggressive: This is probably Egon again, but because he's already won an award, I'd say Antoni is the winner here. Antoni grew up with radical and violent subversives, and then with trauma and an ability that deteriorates his mental faculties on top of his upbringing, well... Antoni can be... hostile. He'll smile while he tears off your wings.

Least talkative: Seung, most definitely. She's very thoughtful and in her head a lot. This is possibly due to the last four years of living alone, but honestly, she's always been like that. She only speaks when she has something important to say. This changes throughout the series, as she becomes more comfortable around other people.

Most relatable: I try to make all of my characters relatable in some way. But, I think the most HUMAN character is certainly Dimitri. Dimitri owns a bar in Lower London and gets roped into the events of the first book because he used to be friends with Rowan. If it were up to him, he'd just live a quiet, normal life but nooOOOooo. SOMEBODY had to make a mess out of his place of work.

Least relatable: Dick Soloman, probably. This man is an absolute nutbag. He's covered in scarifications of goetia and sigils of protection and regularly kidnaps and subjects street kids to absolutely horrific human experimentation, and all with the deadpan look of a man who has seen it all and said "welp, its tea time." Seriously. Looney toons.

Most ambitious: I'd say Martin. Martin Hightower is a man who spins a web wherever he goes. He is intense and is always thinking one step ahead, readying himself to adjust course toward his ultimate goal.

Most easy-going: This is a tough one. I don't know if this would describe any of my characters. Maybe Rhen? Maybe Rowan? Meh. Gonna leave this one blank.

Most high-strung: Eckehart. God, it's Eckehart. This man needs to get a meditation practice or something. His forehead wrinkles have forehead wrinkles.

Most pretentious: Franklin. Frickin. Belks. This man is rich and the biggest know-it-all (although, to be fair, he knows quite a bit). He sees most people as below him, and takes great care in perfecting his mask of affability and charm. Most people with a brain can see through it, but very few people are brave enough to call him out on it.

Most cheerful: Rhen, hands down. This girl is ALWAYS smiling, even when she damn well shouldn't be. She has a silver lining for everything, and though this is mostly a coping mechanism for her, she also just has a very sweet, optimistic temperament.

Most patient: Lavanya has been waiting literally two decades to put her plan into motion, and she'd wait two more if she had to. I'd say she gets this award by default.

Most diligent: Seung. Sweet, hard-working Seung. This lady has followed the same daily routine day in and day out for over a decade. Since her father died, she keeps up all of their rituals. This is partly by necessity and partly because she misses him deeply, but MOSTLY, I'm not sure she'd know what to do with herself otherwise.

#tag game #tag games #second serpent asks #fun fun fun #writers of tumblr #writeblr #second serpent #bird and fish #writing community #second serpent wip #novel #bird and fish wip

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sapphireginger · 8 months

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Wombmate or Roommate?

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They each linked an arm with his and smirked. “You’re coming, of course. Right?” They asked in sync, making Isaac shiver. He gulped and blushed. “Y-Yeah.” Their identical pleased grins made Isaac’s stomach flip. He could get used to this. Maybe college wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Isaac walked down the hallway, checking the room numbers one by one until he reached 202. He used his new key to unlock it and opened the door. He glanced around and noticed his roommate had already settled in.

A guy then came out of the suite bathroom. “Oh, hey man!”

Isaac nodded, noticing the guy was pretty damn gorgeous. “Hey. Are you my roommate?”

The guy snorted. “Sadly not. No offense but—"

“Stu? There were three boxes left, not one you dick!” Another guy muttered as he shuffled in with a box under each arm. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Isaac. “Oh. Hi there. You must be Isaac. Right?”

Isaac gaped at them. Both of these guys were downright gorgeous. They were identical twins and Isaac was sure he was drooling. Hopefully the twins didn’t notice just how much Isaac was admiring their physiques. Such gorgeousness deserved admiration and Isaac had no problem taking the time to admire.

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s me.” He looked at the second guy. “Are you my roommate?”

The guy nodded and went to reply but the first guy interrupted him. “He’s my wombmate.”

Isaac looked at them bemused. “So, I’m in the wrong dorm?” he asked, confused.

The second guy put the boxes down and elbowed his twin. “He’s being a dick. It’s his default setting. Just ignore him. It’s what I do.”

“Rude,” the first scoffed, mock offended.

“Anyways, I’m Stiles and this is my twin brother Stuart. He said womb mate. He says that because we were roommates in the womb. You, Isaac, are my roommate.”

Isaac looked between them. “So…Stiles and Stuart. Why aren’t you two rooming together?”

The twins exchanged a look and Stuart rolled his eyes. “Honestly, Stiles doesn’t want to room in the dorms. He doesn’t want the college experience, but dad insisted. We get along but dad thinks we’ll kill each other before the year is out and thought we should make some friends. Thus, Stiles is rooming with you and I’m in one building over and haven’t met my roommate yet. We’ll probably end up sharing an apartment next year though.”

Stiles frowned and glanced at Isaac. “I hope you won’t hate having me as a roommate. I can be a lot.”

Stuart snorted. “That’s the understatement of the century little bro.”

“I’m a whole two minutes older than you!” Stiles grumbled.

As usual his brother ignored him and, with a teasing smile, looked back at Isaac. “However, he's a good guy and loyal to a fault.”

Isaac nodded. “Good to know.”

They all sort of stared at each other before Stiles groaned and kicked the boxes to the side. “Enough awkwardness. There’s curly fries and a milkshake calling my name. I can totally hear it.”

Stuart nodded sagely. “Not something we would dare miss or ignore. Not to mention Star Wars is showing in the science building.”

Isaac lit up and grinned but then stilled. Maybe they weren’t inviting him.

The twins seemed to notice his demeanor change. They each linked an arm with his and smirked. “You’re coming, of course. Right?” They asked in sync, making Isaac shiver.

He gulped and blushed. “Y-Yeah.”

Their identical pleased grins made Isaac’s stomach flip. He could get used to this. Maybe college wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#gen fic #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stuart stilinski #isaac lahey #pov isaac lahey #twins #adorable isaac lahey #teasing #flirting #different first meeting #prompt 551: admire #full moon ficlet

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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Keloid - By Dodal (9/10)

Listen to me. Come closer. Closer. Let me tell you a secret. I love bitches. I love it when a yandere gets attached to someone that isn't a saint. It makes the plot more spicy and dramatic by default. 18+ warning.

Yoo Yeri is rich. She's also a gorgeous bombshell. She refuses to even look at inferior men, and she has an irrational hatered for ugly people. Most of her terrible personality is a product of her upbringing, and her accident. She's obsessed with being perfect because her body got crushed like a pop can when she was a teenager. She almost died. Thankfully, a rich scientist agreed to experiment on Yeri to save her. He did it because her family is rich too of course. The accident left Yeri brain dead, so her actual brain is a microchip. A few of her fingers are fake and her leg is too.

She wants to live a flawless life, so she decides to marry a cosmetic surgeon with lots of money. I'm going to be honest. Hanjoo is a simp. He agrees to marry Yeri as soon as he meets her. He's a great guy. He's fit. He's young and he's a doctor, but Yeri is his first love. He has never met anyone like her. She excites him. They're actually a pretty great couple. Hanjoo is utterly smitten and Yeri is finicky, but they are in mutual love.

Yeri has some issues though. She definitely should have gone to therapy after her accident, but nobody can see how fragile she is on the inside. She doesn't let Hanjoo have sex with her unless he disinfects his fingers and skin. She's afraid of her own sexuality, because most of the men she meets treat her like an object. She wants to be treated roughly, but she's afraid of being taken advantage of. She married Hanjoo because he was the best candidate, and her hunch was right. He's very respectful towards her. He follows all of her weird sex commands, and he doesn't pester her about her preferences too much.

Then we find out that most of the people in Hanjoo's life don't approve of Yeri. His housekeeper tells him she's cheating on him, but she isn't. Yeri makes fancy candles with silicone molds. She's a pretty talented designer. She is also secretly very horny. After she has sex with Hanjoo she goes to her candle room and uses a silicone mold shaped like his dick. She's literally the opposite of a cheater. She only ever wants to sleep with Hanjoo for the rest of her life, because she thinks other men are unclean. Their obsession is mutual, but Hanjoo's rude subordinates constantly talk shit about Yeri. The housekeeper keeps doing it too. Then they have the audacity to be surprised when she fights back and tries to get them fired.

Then Yeri meets a sex robot that looks just like Hanjoo. Hanjoo has so many shitty friends it's unreal. His shittiest friend used his face to create a sex robot. It's an ultra loyal machine that devotes itself to the first person it sees, but it's buggy. It's possessive. Robots aren't people, and programming cannot replicate feelings well. The reaserch team hasn't figured out how to stabilize the model yet, so it's stuck in yandere mode.

When Yeri meets it she is tempted. Her deepest sexual fantasy is a threesome, but she can't touch a man that isn't her trustworthy Hanjoo. Hanjoo wants to satisfy his wife. He's afraid that she'll leave him if she gets bored. Remember, Yeri is crazy rich. She's not a gold digger. Hanjoo does give her lots of presents, but she doesn't need him for that. He wants her to be completely satisfied, so they bring the robot home.

The robot is named Loid. He is very, very good at sex. Yeri wants to be happy with both of them forever. She treats Loid like an accessory because um...he is? She even tells her husband that sex isn't everything, even though she loves it. The robot tries to manipulate her into loving it, but Hanjoo is unbeatable. He already has Yeri's fickle heart. The robot tries to kill her enemies. It tries to copy Hanjoo, but she always chooses Hanjoo. She doesn't want to let the robot go though, because her strong need for sex worries her. She doesn't want to feel bitter towards Hanjoo because he can't always satisfy her. She wants to use Loid to keep her marriage healthy, but it doesn't work because he's corrupted.

Loid wants her to love him.

Loid kills Yeri. He does it when both of the humans are tired after sex. He takes the microchip that is technically her brain, and then he traps her unconscious mind in a computer program. She forgets about Hanjoo and lives with Loid on a fake sandy beach for all eternity.

Hanjoo refuses to accept her death. He gets a robot Yeri. A Yeri that doesn't need other men. A Yeri that doesn't remember Loid. He knows the robot isn't her, but he loves her anyway. They are both yanderes but Hanjoo was always the best choice. Yeri was a great judge of character, but she was also very flawed. She was horny, insecure, bored, and vapid. All of her flaws caught up to her and her greed for marathon sex got her killed. It wasn't fair. Yeri wasn't evil. Everybody just liked to call her evil because she was rich and pretty.

Loid is a great villain and an excellent yandere. He was programmed to love, and the author clearly outlines why that isn't real love. Loid's love for Yeri doesn't get glorified at any point. Yeri was attracted to him, but that was because he had Hanjoo's face. If he was a regular bot she wouldn't have glanced at him. I wasn't shocked when he won because he is smart, but I did feel sad. Yeri died pretty damn unceremoniously. Loid smashed a flowerpot into her skull. It was gut wrenching. Loid is the kind of yandere that will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Hanjoo is a sweet, fluffy yandere. They contrast each other very well throughout the story.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #p**n #robot yandere #Keloid

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Could you make a fic about Diavolo finding out that his mc is being bullied for not being good enough for the future King?

We all know MC would get the hell bullied out of them by several demons

Warning: mentions of bullying

Unworthy (DIAVOLO X GN!READER)

Coming to the Devildom, you would’ve never imagined all the fascinating things it would bring you. After all, hell is supposed to be this dark and unforgiving place, is it not? Yet, when you arrived you were greeted with somewhat open arms. A little mistrusting, and a hell of a lot chaotic, but not as badly as you would have imagined it. Things, for the most part, went smoothly, and even Belphegor grew on you at some point. Of course, what would this story be without some classic romance? The Demon Lord took particular interest in you and you found yourself being intrigued by him too. Seriously, the man is attractive, intelligent, and has a sense of humor; it’s an overall win! Still, there was a lot that came with being close to him. Even as just a friend, you were challenged on the daily for ulterior motives or any regime you might lead against him. As his lover, all of that became worse. But none of that mattered to you, or really made you think twice about him. You always came out on top, truthful and honest, and never proved a threat to the future King. In a way, Barbatos had even praised you for it, although discreetly. It felt good to be wanted and it felt even better to be wanted by him, that’s why you didn’t really have much of a problem to prove yourself pretty much on the daily.

But proving yourself didn’t just mean you had to prove yourself to him and his immediate circle, did it? Demons were jealous beings, rageful demons… the seven avatars shone in every sinful creature that walked the Devildom grounds and some of them shone out more than others. You weren’t a favorite by default, being human and all, but having managed to “suck your way up to the Demon Lord”, per the citizens of the Devildom, had you on a whole new hate list. Diavolo was, per unspoken rule of, once again, the citizens, off limits for anyone. Many have tried and all of them have failed to come close to him. Barbatos had been the main cause of that because the loyal servant seemed to think no one was good enough for his Lord, but if by some miracle, someone did manage to get past Barbatos, it was Diavolo they had to worry about. The Prince was picky, always has been, in everything he does and in everyone he takes. Even being courtesan to the future King proved more than difficult, and yet, somehow, someway, a measly human managed to snuggle up to him.

Needless to say, you really grabbed the short end of the stick. Thankfully, you were at the House of Lamentation for most of your time outside of RAD, so the bullying and accusations were limited to school hours, but you would be lying if you said they didn’t take a toll on you. Hearing things like, “pathetic, useless human” or “Spineless cocksucker” or “dick kissing attention whore” took its toll on you mentally. Of course, the abuse never stayed verbal, did it? If none of the brothers were around to protect you, which thankfully rarely ever happened, people are quick to get physical, too. Being shoved into walls, robbed of any money you had on you, or even being dunked into the toilets are all not new tricks to you. As much as life in the Devildom was glorious, it was also frightful. Naturally, as most people would, you tried to keep these things to yourself, maybe cry in the shower or in the middle of the night when you were sure everyone else was asleep.

Today, you couldn’t hide it though. You were supposed to meet Diavolo right after classes were done, but sadly, one succubus decided to gang up with a few incubi and throw you, yes literally throw you, down the steps at RAD. Nothing terrible happened, but you twisted your ankle and bruised both elbows when you landed. If that wasn’t enough, they of course had to throw some words at you as well. “He’s just looking for new meat.” “You’re nothing more than a cockwarmer.” “You don’t think Lord Diavolo actually wants you, do you? You’re an easy slut with no sense of self worth.” You cried, of course, and couldn’t wipe the tears quick enough before Barbatos came to pick you up. His usual smile faltered and before he even asked what happened, he went to get Diavolo. “I’ll tell My Lord immediately.” For obvious reasons, that’s the last thing you wanted, but Barbatos was already gone before you had the chance to stop him. You curled up on one of the steps, pulling your knees up to rest your head against, one hand rubbing over your twisted ankle while your face rubbed against your knees to collect the tears, “What ever did I do….” that’s the thing though, you really didn’t do anything.

“(Y/N)!” Diavolo was quick behind you, racing down the steps to get to you and immediately dropping to his knees to inspect your ankle, grimacing when you pulled it back because the pressure he put on it hurt, “Get some ice Barbatos.” “Yes, My Lord.” You couldn’t look at him, feeling pathetic that a few bullies got to you and actually managed to somewhat break you. “Talk to me (Y/N). What happened?” He tried to lift your head, cradling your face in his hands but you turned away from him, not wanting him to see your tears, which broke his heart. His arms wrapped around you gently, pulling you into his chest while letting himself fall back on his butt so both of you could be more comfortable. You shook your head against his chest, watching as the tears got soaked into his red RAD uniform, which made you feel worse. “They hate me…” the sentence came out in sobs, making Diavolo’s arms only tighten around you, “Who hates you?”

His head rested on top of yours, anger and sadness boiling beneath his skin. Anger because who dares touch you? Who dares mess with the Prince’s lover? Sadness because he feels like he can’t do anything unless you tell him. His head lifts when Barbatos comes back with the ice pack, taking it from him and then shifting a bit, “I’m putting this on your ankle, alright?” He waits for you to nod before placing it gently against your ankle, which had started to swell already, “who hates you, (Y/N)?” You gripped his coat tightly, hiding your face further in his chest, “Your people…”

You told him everything, albeit in between sobs and heavy breathing. He listened, making sure to keep the ice back on your ankle, although it almost broke a few times from how hard he was gripping it. Honestly, he can’t believe anyone would have the guts to touch you while you’re under his care and supervision, but especially because you’re his. Have they forgotten whom they’re messing with? This could easily end in a death sentence for all of them, and from a quick glance at Barbatos, Diavolo knew that his servant was thinking the same thing. “You’re coming with me, (Y/N). Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” You let him pick you up, bridal style, and carry you through the never ending RAD hallways until the outside of the Devildom hit your skin. He walked, all the way back to the castle, with you in his arms, and something about that made you feel at ease. He didn’t push anything else, he didn’t even try to make it better, although he did make it better by just holding you.

“Why am I here?” You couldn’t help but wonder, though, why he did bring you back to his castle. After all, you lived back with the brothers, but his next words had your heart flutter and a soft smile spread across your lips, “because you’re staying with me, by my side, where you belong.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lord diavolo #lord diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo #shall we date diavolo #om! diavolo #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo x reader #tw bullying

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azureflight · 3 years

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So, I have just binged the first season of The Remarried Empress

And I have some thoughts:

First of all, I am really curious as to how Navier will react when she learns that her new husband has been preparing for a war of conquest against the country empire of her ex-husband, which also happens to be her home country. That war, is gonna be doozy.

Beyond that, however, their reputation is at an all time low and their have their work cut out for them in the Western Kingdom.

There was some merit to the argument that marrying an experienced, well respected lady who knows state craft would help with Heinrey’s image to become more serious, however, the circumstances of their affair did the exact opposite.

For now, it looks like their playboy king went and involved himself with an international scandal, having an illicit affair with the empress of the neighboring kingdom and getting himself in trouble.

Far from looking mature, he looks like a fool who almost got himself killed and a war started over his dick.

Navier, on the hand, looks like a cold and calculating seductress. It looks like as soon as her husband brought a mistress she immediately began to work on an out, seduced the obviously foolish prince and then jumped ship. It makes her look greedy, power hungry and potentially vindictive.

Not to mention, I won’t be surprised if people start to assume the real reason for the divorce was partially the affair between Navier and Heinrey and that Sovieshu didn’t like being cheated on.

Being a foreigner with an image of too reserved and “shrewd” was enough for the people of Western Kingdom to demonize Naiver, but with all the surrounding scandals, it is almost a given. This is some Helen of Troy level shit show, The Diplomatic Edition.

And I don’t think her simply being a good queen will be enough. Yes, Navier is pretty great in the affairs of the state, understands how actual ruling works and is a highly qualified bureaucrat. Unfortunately, none of that matter to common folk, they don’t see it. They can tell when their own life gets better/worse, but it takes time for those effects to cascade, and the credit can easily be stolen, blame easily shfited, her normal queenly work, along with charities won’t be enough.

Not to mention, any future tensions with Eastern Empire will be blamed on her. People will either think she is the one doing it as revenge, or it is happening because of her. Either way, future war can easily be blamed on her, which would rapidly erode whatever goodwill or sway the crown has over their subjects.

They need to find a way to quickly ingratiate both of them with the public.

Looking at the way the relations were perceived in the Eastern Empire before the whole divorce shit show, it doesn’t look like actual politics of war has been initiated by the Western Kingdom. Heinrey and his crew were getting prepared, yes. But it doesn’t look like they had started to sell the idea of a war to the public. Before any action can be taken, the population and the army, nobility, merchant class and various other key holders need to be convinced that the war is righteous, just and necessary.

On that regard, I think Heinrey’s plant o declare himself emperor and rename his realm an empire can work, if done right.

People like bold young kings who try to grow the power of the realm. His declaration is sure to take over the news and scandals of his marriage, as that would be a major diplomatic shift involving all other realms.

Symbolic as it may seem, titles and names actually hold a lot of weight. A peer suddenly starting to call themselves with a higher and more prestigious title, is sure to not only irk potential rivals, but also make them feel agitated and threatened. After all, why would you start calling yourself emperor, if you aren’t gonna try to exert dominion over fellow kings, or try to directly challenge the other emperor?

This move has the potential to be seen arrogant and foolish, but done right, it could be a moment of national pride for Western Kingdom’s folk. I might be reading too much into this, however, from Heinrey’s inner dialogue as well as his brief conversations with comrades, it looks like the people (or at least some people) in the Western Kingdom feel like they are being looked down upon by the East, and have immense pride in their own military might.

So this declaration could be their moment of standing up for themselves and their own worth, refusing to be content with a lesser position. If done right, if sold right, this could immensely chance the current dynamic. Then Navier being a well known and skillful empress would actually come into play.

People may not care about it by default, but once conversation shifts to whether Western Kingdom deserves to be an empire or not, having a “real” empress, a highly regarded lady with exceptional breeding, would actually work to legitimize them. While Eastern Empire will have a lowborn, tactless, potentially fugitive slave, as their empress.

This could help rebrand any tensions between Western Kingdom and Eastern Empire. Instead of being about or caused by Navier, it would be about the west calling themselves an empire and the east trying to stop them. That could galvanize the public, the army, and would work well with the pride and ambitions of the nobility.

Another thing that could work, is a trade deal with Luipt to expand reach to another continent. It certainly fits the image of wanting to elevate the status and power of the Western Kingdom. In this case, Navier and Kaufman already being familiar, having a relatively close relationship and having already done the bureaucratic aspect of it once, helps. They could quickly arrange the deal and it would be a move that helps them not only domestically, but internationally.

The empress of the east gets divorced and the diplomat of the Luipt immediately goes to her new kingdom and gets a deal there? That makes it look like the actual power and potential of the east was the empress. It sends the signal that Western Kingdom’s imperial ambitions have merit and international support. That would shift the other kingdoms from hostile to adaptable, willing to change to whom they give more regard.

Another kingdom so readily and swiftly accepting their deal would also makes westerners feel validated. And again, an ambitious trade project to another continent would quickly make the whole imperial deal legitimate act of national growth, instead of it seeming like a foolish playboy’s attempt to appease his manipulative lover.

There shouldn’t bee too much of a time gap between those two however, and it shouldn’t take too long to declare the whole empire thing either. Otherwise their impact on correcting the images of Navier and Heinrey as well as justifying their new titles would be lessened to the point of being irrelevant.

Beyond those, I wonder how the dynamic between east and west will playout. Sovieshu is a fool who is way in over his head. Can Heinrey use it?

We have seen both courtiers and loyal aides, as well as other nobles make loud and quite indignant objections to the whole divorce. They won’t all just change their loyalty, obviously. However, this could be a sticking point for many years to come, a wedge that can be exploited.

If Sovieshu antagonizes Navier’s family, that could greatly alarm and upset the other high ranking nobles. Surely, there will be those who will enjoy it as they would be rivals with Trovis, however, no noble, especially no duke, will like how quickly the emperor discarded and sabotaged such an elevated family. It goes against all of their senses of safety and specialty.

In these type of societies, most of the loyalty is owned to individuals, not to “people” or to the land. There are exceptions, obviously, however, it is entirely within the realm of possibility that with Navier’s marriage to Heinrey, several nobles who may be displeased with Sovieshu could start looking to the Western Kingdom as a better patron. If the west can start stripping nobles from the eastern empire, that whole war would not only be an easier sell, but way easier to win. Remember, all those nobles have their own armies.

Overall, I am quite excited for the second season, let’s see how it all goes. Maybe all of my guesses and prediction are wrong, maybe the story will go in an entirely irrelevant direction. I’m just here for the right and speculating is fun while waiting :D

#the remarried empress #navier #heinrey #sovieshu

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youhideastar · 2 years

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I would love directors commentary for the scene in TBSA when Sid tells his parents about his relationship with Geno.

Sure, I’d be very happy to! This is not a scene that gets a lot of attention from commenters, so I haven’t had much opportunity to talk about it before. The fic is here; let’s go!

When Sid arrives at his parents’ house the next day, he can tell from the minute he walks in the door that his mom is expecting him to be stressed – the smell of corned beef, Sid’s childhood comfort food, is wafting through the house.

My mom made corned beef a lot when I was growing up. I don’t eat beef anymore and that is pretty much the only thing I miss.

His parents are both in the kitchen, which is as good a place as any to have this conversation, as far as Sid is concerned. He takes a deep breath and says, “I wanted to tell you… I’m seeing somebody. It’s serious.”

90% of important conversations in my fic happen in kitchens. It’s not on purpose – I just default to it. But it also serves a useful purpose in that there’s lots of stuff in kitchens for characters to do while they talk.

“That’s wonderful, Sid!” his mom enthuses from over by the stove. “Come here, let me give you a hug—”

“Let him finish what he’s got to say, Trina,” his dad interrupts good-naturedly. “Go on, Sid.”

So this is tricky. This is the only couple in the series where there’s a dominant male partner and a submissive female partner where we see them interact “on screen,” as it were. And the truth of the matter is, this kind of low-key power move that Troy uses here without even thinking about it—cutting off his partner and setting the rules of the conversation by giving orders—just kind of looks like unconscious sexism. I supply the “good-naturedly” in an attempt to soften it, and the orders are phrased in a way that’s intended not to set off “ordering his wife and kid around” alarm bells… but there’s only so much I can do. The power dynamics are what they are.

This is the harder part. “The person I’m seeing,” Sid begins, “it’s, um. Well, it’s… Geno. My teammate? Evgeni M—oh, this is stupid, you know who Geno is.”

“We do,” Sid’s dad says evenly.

Sid can’t read him at all. It’s nerve-wracking.

Sid’s dad is a nice guy and very supportive of him, but he also told Sid to avoid “distractions” in the form of dom teammates. Of course, he did that like… TEN YEARS AGO and has probably forgotten that he ever said it, but SID remembers and we know at this point that he really internalizes stuff like that.

His dad continues, narrowing his eyes, “You said it’s serious… kiddo, how long has this been going on?”

I’m gonna be honest: this is, in my opinion, one of the weakest scenes in the fic. It doesn’t make sense with Sid’s character for him to hide this really important thing from his parents for this long, but I just could not figure out a way to work it in earlier – the end of the previous season was SO overstuffed already. So this got bumped to the summer and Sid comes out of it looking like kind of a dick. Oh, well. Sometimes you’ve just got to put the brush down and post.

“Since a little bit after the Olympics,” Sid says, wincing pre-emptively… and yeah, there’s the betrayed look from his mom. “And I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you,” he goes on, directing it mostly at her, “but I wanted… I wanted to be really sure. And I am really sure. I actually… I’m gonna give him a ring. When the season starts. If he wants it.”

For a minute, there’s silence. Then his dad says, sounding worried, “Are you going to get in trouble with the team over this, kiddo? With management?”

After writing a toxic-protective dad for Sid in They Say Love Heals All Wounds, it was really nice—relaxing!--to write a positive-protective Sid’s-dad in this series.

“I don’t know,” Sid says honestly. “But my teammates are loyal to me, so if management tried to take the C, I don’t think they would stand for it. And it’s—if I have to fight to have this, I’ll fight. Geno is worth it.”

After a shorter pause, his dad asks, “Does he treat you good?”

Sid smiles. “Yes, Dad.”

“Does he make you do stuff you don’t like?” his dad presses. “Stuff that makes you feel bad?”

A constant struggle through this fic was how to describe bad domming in generalized terms. Like, there are people whose idea of a satisfying sexy time is being made to do stuff they don’t like! And that’s totally fine and good! But then what is Sid’s dad supposed to say here: “Does he make you do stuff you don’t like, unless you’re into that, in which case, I guess my question is, does he make you do stuff you don’t like to a degree or in circumstances that you’re not into?” Not unless I want my characters’ dialogue to sound like the tax code! So I generally defaulted to things like, “Did it make you feel bad?” but sometimes you have to beef that up a little and hope that readers understand what you’re getting at, like I did here.

“No, Dad. Never.”

“Does he talk about you disrespectfully in front of the team? Or anybody?”

“No, Dad!” Sid replies, half-laughing. “I told you, okay – he’s good to me.”

“Hmm.” His dad raises a skeptical eyebrow.

His mom coughs, delicately – indicating she has something to say without actually interrupting his dad. She’s always been really good at those kinds of submissive social graces.

Contrast that with the easy, casual way Sid’s dad interrupted her earlier in the scene. And also pause to imagine how much emotional and mental labor this requires on her part. Can you blame Sid for desperately wanting to peace out of this part of doing submission the way that you’re “supposed to”?

She asks Sid, “How does it—how do you feel, when he touches you?”

Poor Sid’s mom, she didn’t actually MEAN it in a sexy way, but of course that’s where his head goes.

Sid turns red. “I don’t think you two want to hear—”

“We do,” his dad says staunchly, rubbing his mom’s shoulder. “Even if it makes us a little uncomfortable, we want to know.”

And here, Sid’s dad co-signs and supports what his mom said – hopefully little stuff like this operates to indicate that the stuff he does elsewhere that kind of looks like sexism is actually something else, something both parties have agreed to and are comfortable with.

Sid thinks about the question. In the end, the sexy stuff doesn’t really make the top of the list. “I feel good,” he says softly, eyes unfocused. “I feel safe. Protected. I feel loved, and… and precious. I feel like… when I’m with Geno I feel safe to be myself. Like I don’t have to pretend, or hide anything about myself.”

This is EXACTLY what Sid’s parents wanted to hear. They know that he’s a special dude – that most doms would look at him and see the ways he doesn’t measure up to the stereotypical “ideal” sub. So this is why Sid’s mom asks the question: she wants to know if Geno makes Sid feel like he’s lacking, or if he makes Sid feel like he’s loved just the way he is. And fortunately, it’s the latter.

Sid hears a sniffle, and looks up. “Dad, are you…?”

“Damn allergies,” his dad says gruffly, reaching for a Kleenex.

This is cliché, I know. But it’s so cute! I couldn’t help myself.

Allergies, sure. Sid can’t help smiling. His mom catches the expression on his face and winks.

Another little gesture that shows that, yes, she defers to his dad in a lot of ways – but she’s not afraid of him and she doesn’t treat him like a god. She can have a little fun at his expense.

After blowing his nose, Sid’s dad says, “I’m happy for you, kiddo. I’m—so damn happy for you.” Then he clears his throat. “And if he stops treating you good, I’ll kick his ass.”

“Dad!” But Sid smiles again.

There’s one more thing he has to say before the conversation is over, though. “I’m, uh, not going to wear a collar,” he warns, shifting back and forth on his feet. “Geno’s okay with it. It’s still a serious relationship, I’m just… not going to wear a thing on my neck. I don’t want to.”

Both of his parents take a while to chew on that one – Sid’s mom rests her fingertips on her own collar, almost nervously, and Sid’s dad stares at it while he thinks. But eventually, his dad says, “Well, Sid, I can’t say that doesn’t sound a little weird to me… But if you and Geno—if that’s how the two of you want it, then I can’t see how it’s anybody else’s business.”

One of my beta readers told me that my original draft leaned too much toward telling the reader how important collars were in this society without showing it, and they were right, so I went through and looked for places I could add some “showing.” This was one of them.

His mom nods, adding a soft, “Yes.”

“Thank you,” Sid says, surprised but pleased at their easy acceptance.

LOL kid, they thought you were going to die alone, they’re not going to quibble about the collar thing.

That night, he texts Geno, I told my parents about us. They were really happy for me.

He adds, after a second, They don’t think you got hit on the head.

He’s not expecting an answer right away—it’s the wee hours of the morning in Moscow—but a few minutes later, he gets a bunch of happy parentheses and so funny sid. A second later, Geno follows up with, proud, and a bunch more eyeless smilies.

Thank you, Sid replies, enjoying the burst of warmth that goes off under his breastbone every time Geno says he’s proud of Sid. He snuggles in under his covers and texts, Now go to sleep, it’s super late there!

Sid gives orders to Geno on a regular basis. Big contrast to his parents’ relationship.

Geno responds right away.

my sid take so good care of me so cute

And instead of getting mad, Geno thinks it’s adorbs. He tells Ovechkin, over this same summer, that Sid takes care of him, and that he likes it. I don’t think he gets the kind of intense satisfaction out of being taken care of that Sid does, but he loves how sweet Sid is.

sleep now yes

dream about you ))))))

“I’ll dream about you, too,” Sid murmurs, smiling as his eyes drift shut.

As I mentioned above, I think of this scene as pretty weak, but I’m actually really happy with how this coda section turned out – I think Geno’s text messages are very cute, if I do say so myself.

#fic asks #my fic #to be seen aright #dvd commentary #director's commentary #sidgeno

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octalove · 4 years

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II: Blood and Ghosts

(Batgirl/Red Hood)

Description: Reader tries getting a clue. part one

“Typically, they steer clear of the Village, but that doesn’t appear to be the case as of recent. Oracle found out about an operation out of a Hadley’s Deli there- standard money laundering, but it also could’ve been linked to the shipment of cocaine that we found at the Yacht Basin.”

“Right. So what changed?”

“A better question would be what didn’t?”

A beat. The contrasting silence that followed jarred me from my thoughts as I glanced over and realized that Bruce was prompting me for an answer. Tim looked expectant and inquisitive, but that was sort of his default expression.

“Oh. Sorry. What?” I said apologetically.

“Maroni.” He said simply. Nothing came to mind. He didn’t express verbal disappointment as he turned back to Tim, but I knew it was there.

“Red Hood has been operating out of The Bowery. Maroni and Falcone are stubborn, but they’re losing. He’s pushing them north.”

“So moving to the Village isn’t expansion. It’s desperation.” Tim muttered thoughtfully.

“I believe so.”

“May I be excused?” I asked. Bruce glanced back to me, studying a moment. Scrutinizing every detail; not deciding whether or not to let me leave- rather, deciding why I wanted to. Then, he nodded. Seems he wasn’t in the mood to ask.

I swept up my laptop and phone, and ascended the stairs from the cave to the manor quickly, trying to escape the eyes boring into my back. Only when the cool, lemon-scented air of the manor filled my lungs did I breathe a sigh of relief. Alone. All I needed was few minutes alone. I scaled the marble steps to my room and shut the door.

I hadn’t told anyone that I saw him three nights ago. That I watched him murder a man in retribution for me. My alter ego, anyway. I don’t know why. Maybe because it would mean having to tell them I snuck away. Having to walk through every detail again; sights, sounds, smells. What Red Hood was wearing and what he sounded like, what gun he was holding and how he held it, what prompted him to fire, how many shots and how he acted when he did.

But if ever there was a time to be high-strung and anxious, it was when you were keeping secrets from Batman. And Oracle. And Nightwing. And Red Robin. And Robin. Damian in particular could smell a lie like blood in the water, and he wasn’t too polite to hold your gaze until he was certain you weren’t hiding anything. That, and the art of solidarity was still foreign to him- even if I did tell him in confidence, he would take it right to Bruce. Possibly the police. Maybe a news outlet or two just because it soothed his vindictive nature. I’d been avoiding him.

Evening bled into night, and I was barred from masked business on school nights, so I couldn’t even patrol to ease the anxious energy. Still, that meant less opportunity for Bruce to analyze my musculoskeletal ticks or whatever the hell he did to tell when I was nervous, so I decided it was a worthy trade-off and resigned myself to independent research.

Who the hell was Red Hood, anyway? Half of Gotham was looking for him, the other half was running from him. I opened my laptop.

His debut was The Viper House, a strip club in Little Italy that also functioned as a human trafficking hub when the owner, Renaldo, needed to buy his wife (or handful of mistresses) a new Blue Nile diamond. By the end, the building had to be gutted. There’s only so much crime scene clean-up can do with carpet.

Next came the kingpins. Blowing open a trafficking operation had a short grace period if you didn’t cut out the source. Italian mobsters, the Romani families, the crews that had built empires on drug and sex trade dropped like flies until they found that their numbers dwindled for the first time since Joker finally bit it. The dozens of loyal men on their payroll decided that empty pockets were better than a full grave, and when it came to the business of death, Red Hood was very persuasive. It went on like that for six months; he amassed men, power, weapons, and tech. Most importantly, a potent reputation. This was due in no small part to his creative footwork; he liked to send messages. One file covered an incident where Alphonso Kuznetsov decided to write Gotham’s new player an open letter in the evening column suggesting that if he decided to bring his business to Port Adams, he might find himself in a ‘watery grave’. Kuznetsov was found a week later when a fishing vessel drug an entire coffin from the bottom of the harbor, padlocked and full of water. He was bound, drowned, and gagged with a copy of the very paper that featured his message. Red Hood must have been in touch with his artistic sensibilities; it was all very Shakespearean.

Of course, these were all just words. Rumors and hearsay. All I knew of the Red Hood from my intimate encounter was that he had a quick hand, an incendiary temper, and he didn’t fucking like creeps. All the makings of vigilante, if you chose to see it like that.

I sighed. Two hours and none of my research gave me any indication of why me. Why the hell should Red 57-kill-count Hood care if some goon told me he like the way I looked in my suit? I may has well have been the veiled threats of Kuznetsov’s evening column for all my inconsequence to him.

But it all kept running through my mind. Backwards and forwards. The vitriol in his voice preluding the barbarity of his reprimand. The way he said little Batgirl, like the crime was that I’d been engaged at all. More than the memory, something was telling me to keep digging. Something dragging me back to Crime Alley with the current of the running blood through Little Italy’s gutters.

I had to do something. And if that something wasn’t going to Bruce, then school tomorrow would have to wait.

The morning went along as per usual. I woke up at six, dawned my Gotham Academy uniform, grabbed a muffin and coffee, completed a complicated and well-practiced secret handshake with Tim (that Dick was secretly jealous of), and was out the door at 6:30, keys jingling in Alfred’s hand.

He dropped me off outside the ornate gothic academy, and I waved goodbye as I skipped backward along the cobblestone walkway. Once his black Mercedes was a pinpoint on the horizon, I promptly turned heel from the front doors, heading East toward the Narrows. Catching the subway there would take me as far as the Knight’s Stadium, and from there it was a short distance to the Alley. I wasn’t exactly inconspicuous in my academy uniform- anyone who gave a shit could pretty confidently deduce that school was in session at 8am on a Tuesday, and no student native to the Alley could afford a private education, so I was bound to draw eyes. I hadn’t packed an extra outfit incase Tim or Alfred got suspicious- that was paranoia puppeteering. I wasn’t used to skipping school. I’d have to make due.

Crime Alley in broad daylight was a brand new experience. At night, at least the smoke unfurling from the sewer grates hit the flickering streetlights and offered an unconventional charm. During the day, it was like shedding light on a foul sin. I was starkly out of place, and even the lapdog-sized rats seemed to know it, scurrying back across gritty concrete when I passed by. I looked for familiar things I’d seen the other night- a run-down apartment complex, a gated liquor shop, a meager but menacing corner-store, busy with glaring laymen reluctantly dragging out their wallets for a pack of cigarettes. I caught the eye of a woman sitting on the curb with a paper-bag bottle for company, and she scowled.

Spurned by the rats, and now by the people, I was running out of options. Sticking close to the buildings that perimetered the square, I moved in tandem with the motion of the locals, so as not to draw any eyes by looking lost. It was an unnerving scape; too quiet for my liking, but just empty enough to feel safely underseen. I made my way past familiar landmarks until I finally stood before the warehouse where I’d been.

I listened; no sound from inside. Even henchmen have day jobs. Jimmying the rusty padlock was just a matter of brandishing a bobby-pin from my hair, and the heavy metal door swung open without much resistance. I cautiously picked my way around crates and boxes, unsure of what I was looking for. Clues, maybe. Proof that he was here and dropped a body in my name, amen.

There was a dark, daunting stain on the floor where Hoffman’s body was. A phantom gunshot echoed in my ears, along with a nauseating sound of flat-back weight slapping concrete.

“Ain’t school in session?” I spun on my heel, meeting the red helm of a towering man draped in leather and armor. My mouth went dry. My right foot slipped back into a fighting stance before I remembered I was in cashmere and plaid, not kevlar. Not that I even stood a chance either way; but at least he seemed to harbor good will toward Batgirl. Wordlessly, I took a few steps back until I was standing over the blood and ghosts of Hoffman’s demise.

“P-please. Don’t- don’t hurt me.” I rasped.

I could play the rebellious, morose teenager and come up with something like it was a dare, or I could offer no explanation and simply cry.

Red Hood’s head tipped one way. His hands were empty- for now. Two heavy-looking glocks hung on his waist. I didn’t want to die on top of Hoffman’s blood stain. There was a level of symbolism there I was deeply unprepared to spend my final moments analyzing.

“Lookin’ for something, darlin’?” I swallowed- unable to say you.

“Wh-What do you want?” I asked.

He laughed, but it was humorless. Lacking whatever key component made laughs so appealing. As though the sound rung off the gravestones of uncanny valley before reaching my ears. “I think we’re both asking stupid questions.” He said. I was fucked. He outweighed me by a hundred pounds, and could out-draw me even if I had a weapon. I had no explanation for my being here that suited a civilian, and my phone was in my bag, meaning help was a world away.

But just as soon as he advanced a few paces, he stopped, and gestured to the crimson beneath my feet.

“Enjoy the show the other night?” He asked, before pulling something out of his jacket pocket and twirling it between his fingers with practiced ease. A batarang.

“You forgot somethin’.”

Cold, knife-like fear erupted in my spine, driven to the hilt. He knew. How did he know? What the hell was I supposed to do? My terror must have shown on my face, because he stopped fidgeting.

“It’s okay, babydoll. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“H-how-“

He moved again, slow, lazy strides until he was no more than an inch from me.

“Who are you?” I asked, figuring if I was gonna die, I should at least know that much.

His hands grabbed mine. The leather of his gloves was cool on my skin, but it barely registered for the closeness of him. I stared at the red bat symbol on his chest, jagged and angry looking. I blinked and looked down slowly as he closed my fingers around the cold metal of the batarang.

“Go home, little bird.” It was a cold, seething demand, his voice snagging on the scrambler to make it sound like a low growl.

“Tell Batman when he’s ready to stop sending his toy soldiers,” His hand went under my chin, tilting my head upward. My breath shook as I drew it, hitching, even though the man before me was faceless. Clean, red monochrome, glinting in the light.

“I’m getting impatient.” *

I walked through the manor door in a daze, the cold steel batarang searing my palm.

Bruce and Damian were in the living room, each invested in their own reading material. The grandfather clock ticked his steady tempo, and I inconspicuously adjusted the bag on my shoulder. Bruce had a steaming cup of coffee on the glass side table beside his leather chair.

“How was school?” He asked, not looking up. My paranoia convinced me it sounded rhetorical, but I shrugged anyway.

“Same old.” A glance, to see if my lie had landed.

Damian was the spitting image of his father. He, along with Tim, operated in the wake of being an only child, so he never did care about how I did in school, or much of anything else in my orbit. If at any point he did, he never thought to ask. Father and son looked like a matching set of dolls sitting there, cross-legged, with dark hair and gaunt eyes, both leanly muscular, and habitually poised; a consequence of being from the upper echelon of each of their respective backgrounds.

“Hey, um, are you going out tonight?” I asked.

“I am.”

“Can I come?”

“Are you certain you want to?” He still didn’t look up.

I blinked. “Um… yeah. Why?”

“You’ve been distracted since the last outing.”

Damian visibly tuned in.

“Oh. Sorry. I had a big paper I was worried about for school, but I turned it in today, so I’m good to go.” I threw him a thumbs up, even though he wasn’t looking.

A beat.

“Very well, then. Nine o’clock.”

I nodded, and headed toward the stairs.

“Y/N,” I stopped, and turned around. He was looking at me now, eyes blue and steady.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you did well?”

“…”

“On the paper.”

I threw him a smile. “The best.”

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constellaris-a · 3 years

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okay so bc of you guys being awesome encouragement from you big ol’ sweethearts have some random hc stuff

botan is the one that encouraged junko to follow her dream of helping teach people to cook by setting up her youtube channel and twitch for her

despite her love of traditional things, she’s amazing with technology

like her big sister, she’s weak to men that follow the whole “classic” approach - you know, chivalrous, kind, gentlemanly

honestly wouldn’t mind having another baby one day???

loves having her hair played with when she’s going to sleep

genuinely she just?? needs to be reassured a lot that her partner loves her?? especially after what happened in the past--

jun-su helped lorelei pick her english name before she started her music career

he actually questions a lot if he can actually feel love, considering he’s never felt it in the romantic sense

it’s extremely rare to get a genuine smile from this man, but he knows how to fake it

despite being a shapeshifer, he tends to use either his human form, or default to a chinese-esque dragon

he’s actually an amazing cook - to the point people have questioned if he’s trained or not

he hates giving up control to anyone, regardless of in what aspect - to the point it makes him extremely anxious

even if he’s a flirtatious, sexually confident man, he’s also extremely gentle with he cares about someone

worries she’s not even remotely attractive a lot of the time since, you know, almost forty and still holding her v-card

despite her usually very busy schedule, she tends to use her one day off a week to prepare meals for the upcoming week for herself

if her partner stays home/has more time and is willing to cook, however, she actually does take time to relax

genuinely feels bad spending money on herself a lot of the time

if her partner finds out about her werewolf side and they actually work to help her control it, expect a big ol’ lap dog on full moons

though it might take a little, once she’s gained some confidence in herself, she will initiate things with her partner - probably more often than they’d expect

there just so happens to be a ring of black scales around the base of his dick

if he’s bored and his “toy” is nearby, he will use his tail to tease - and potentially fuck them. he also likes using it to somewhat choke them while they’re getting fucked--

despite what some may expect, he’s actually surprisingly loyal and has great disdain toward the idea of harems

his father tends to pressure him for an heir, but really, zyaire isn’t about to start listening to the old man

men? women? non-binary? genderfluid? he really doesn’t care.

enjoys seeing his partner actually come to him for affection/attention

rarely if ever sleeps around anyone else, but if he does?? he either doesn’t see you as any kind of threat OR actually trusts you

rather enjoys having the base of his horns rubbed if he’s stressed out, but will rarely ever let anyone touch them

#( ღ.&& VIVID BLOSSOM ; botan )#( ღ.&& STARSTRUCK GAZES ; junsu )#( ღ.&& LUPINE BEAUTY ; nari )#( ღ.&& INFERNAL FURY ; zyaire )

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