#and you could theoretically have both running around in the same way that all the artorias can be in the same building at the same time

[holdharmonysacred]

i have figured out how to visualize and comprehend the relationship between p and carlo in lies of p. the problem is to explain it to people, i would have to explain how Artoria Fatehell and her many alts work, and that might be a tough demographic crossover to wrangle!

#literally you know how our dear old friend saber has a bajillion alts #who all differ because they have their own little life quirks and gimmicks #like salter being what if saber but evil and the lancers being what if artoria but older and using a lance #and lily being what if artoria but babie and heroine x being wacky space cartoon artoria #and castoria having her own Everything #and they're all different artorias from their own little timelines and the like #but they're also all undeniably artoria to their very core #that's what i think p and carlo can boil down to (for a given definition of boiling down) #is they are artoria-style alts of each other via reincarnation/resurrection mechanics #they're both different boys with their own lives and quirks. but they're both undeniably the same boy at their core. #and you could theoretically have both running around in the same way that all the artorias can be in the same building at the same time #i type these tags as if this would make LITERALLY ANY SENSE to someone who isn't brain poisoned by fate as a series #anyway i propose we cook up a wacky space cartoon alt for p/carlo now because it would be very funny

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-seven of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

They walk to their first planned destination, Kon being unfairly adorable and also an asshole at the same time, because it’s Kon so of course he can multitask that kind of shit. Tim gets teased about his taste in kids’ toys and his date budget and his theoretical Smash skills, which he’s clearly going to need to educate the bastard on the hard way. Alternately, Tim also gets Hawaiian gummy candy shared with him, never mind that Kon apparently both really likes it and hasn’t had it in months. 

Tim continues to be in way too deep and finds it sweet of him, possibly because of the excited and pleased way Kon grins at him when he tells him likes the candy. 

Tim is definitely in way too deep. 

They get where they’re going, and Kon . . . pauses, and then tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at him. 

“Seriously?” he asks. 

“Trust me,” Tim says with admittedly unwarranted confidence as he squeezes his hand, then leads him into the modern art museum looming in front of them. Kon isn’t the type to really be that into museums, he knows, but they did “meet” in one and also this specific exhibit seemed, well . . . 

Promising, he guesses. 

“Sure, pretty boy,” Kon says with a laugh, squeezing his hand in return. Tim is idly mystified as to why Kon keeps calling him that, but in no way intends to dissuade him from it. If Kon wants to call him completely illogical things, that’s up to him.

He takes Kon to the ticket counter and buys them both a ticket. The clerk asks for their ID and Kon hesitates, because he’s obviously never had or needed an actual ID in his life, but Tim’s already pulling out the fake ones he made for “Alvin Draper” and “Connell Hill”. They won’t stand up to Bat-level scrutiny, obviously–he didn’t have the time or see the point in going that far–but they’ll get them into an adults-only museum night. He’ll do up something more reliable to buy the cul-de-sac with. He has a few identities that could buy property established, but Bruce knows all of those identities, so he’d rather avoid using any of them. Easier to just build a new cover ID from scratch than hide an active one setting up a new residence that isn’t an obvious safehouse, he figures. 

He pays the clerk, pockets his receipt, and they head down the hall together. The museum is one of the nicer ones in Gotham, and decorated a little bit more nicely than usual for the event, but not outright extravagantly. It’s due to be open a little later than usual too, though Tim doesn’t know how late Kon will want to stay. He can probably push back their dinner reservations if it comes to it, though he’s not expecting that to be necessary. 

“It’s an 18+ thing?” Kon asks as soon as they’re out of the clerk’s earshot, raising an eyebrow curiously. “The frick kind of museum is this?” 

“Not that kind,” Tim says, trying not to blush. “They just do adults-only events sometimes. It’s just so there won’t always be a bunch of bratty kids and annoying teenagers running around distracting the older museum-goers. And there's hors d'oeuvres and drinks.” 

“Babe, I don’t know about you, but you are aware I am technically both a bratty kid and an annoying teenager, right?” Kon asks him with a smirk. 

“That would be why I got you a fake ID too,” Tim says reasonably. 

“So we just snuck into a museum with fake IDs,” Kon says with a laugh. “I mean, I’ve done weirder, probably, but what the fuck, Tim? Where’d you even get that?” 

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Tim says only a little bit sheepishly, carefully avoiding the latter question. Also every other version of this kind of exhibit he found was way more kid-oriented and definitely not going to count as the kind of “nice” date to have convinced Kon to dress up for or actually look like Tim had put effort into any of the night. 

“What, did the goat idol end up here?” Kon asks in amusement. “We checking up on the little guy?” 

“No, he’s still living his best life in Metropolis under increased security, last I heard,” Tim says, though that’d be kind of funny, so depending on how long they’re seeing each other maybe he should keep that idea in mind. 

“You actually checked?” Kon asks with a laugh. 

. . . right, that’s not something a normal teenager would do, is it. Well–too late now, so Tim’s just gonna have to lean into it. 

“I was just wondering what they were going to do with it, after a whole gallery wall got blown in and everything,” he says. “Apparently the answer was ‘close for a weekend and then back to business’. Don’t ask me where they found contractors that fast.” 

“It’s Metropolis,” Kon says. “If you can’t find a contractor to fix superhero damage, you’re not trying.” 

“It wasn’t actually superhero damage,” Tim points out. “You didn’t break anything.” 

“A real fucking important vase, apparently,” Kon snorts, but he’s smiling a little as he shrugs. “Alright, fine, but ‘mediocre museum robber damage’ probably doesn’t sound as good on the insurance, now does it? And I look much prettier in the paper than a bunch of mug shots of idiots who didn’t even know how to work their cute lil’ magic goat buddy.” 

“Definitely, yeah,” Tim agrees wryly, steering him down a side hall towards the sounds of other people. Frankly he’s counting them lucky the goat didn’t try to start a magical apocalypse or something, given how their lives usually go. And also it was Metropolis, which sucks enough as it is. So like, of course the apocalypse would come from Metropolis, given the option and opportunity to. 

“I don't know much about art or whatever, you know,” Kon says a little bit awkwardly, peering down the hall towards the dimly-lit gallery ahead. “Like–that was not prioritized in the ‘how to be Superman’ educational package. Especially because it was written by committee by a bunch of people who I'm still pretty sure had never even met the guy. Like ever.” 

“You don't have to know anything about art to like it,” Tim says reasonably, resisting a vague urge to frown over the way Kon phrased that. Note to self, maybe. Just–for later, obviously. “But this isn't really that kind of exhibit.” 

“Isn't this an art museum?” Kon says with a puzzled frown. “What else is there?”

“It's a ‘multimedia experience primed to dazzle and delight all of the observer's senses’,” Tim recites wryly off the website copy he was reading earlier this week. “Also known as a sensory exhibit.” 

“A–what?” Kon wrinkles his nose in confusion.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

[balioc]

Holiday Engineering: Lamptide

OK, let's put my money where my mouth is.

Lamptide is the invented-from-scratch holiday that I actually celebrate. It has its roots in a roleplaying game that I ran some years ago with @cloakofshadow and @mirror-lock, but after the game finished, I decided that I wanted to import a modified version of the festival into real life.

And it's worked very well! Or so I posit. We've had well-attended Lamptide celebrations for a couple of years running, and not only do people show up and enjoy themselves, there's a distinctive holiday spirit. The weird rites and activities do in fact happen. Which is possibly just because my friends are good sports, but...I think we're reaching the point where some version of Lamptide might well take place without me pushing it along.

As a holiday-engineering project, it's a work-in-progress. I am still tinkering with the observances, and the pieces definitely aren't yet all in place. I don't personally have the expertise to create some of the holiday stuff I'd want to create. Moreover, the population that celebrates Lamptide is still very small, and in some ways homogeneous -- mostly childless urban professional-types -- so the holiday doesn't have the context that it would need to manifest in all the forms that I imagine for it.

But I'm proud of it. And, at the least, it provides an example of what it looks like for a holiday to be built from the ground up.

Vibe. This is where I started. (Both in the RPG and in real life, actually.) In the RPG, Lamptide is an intercalary day, and like many intercalary festivals it's a weird and occult time. In real life, of course, I do not control the calendar. But even so, Lamptide is meant to have that same feel, manifesting as a carnival of spooks and revelry. To some extent, it's meant to serve as a Halloween-like that works better for me than actual Halloween does.

And much like Halloween, in theory, its core rituals can be practiced in three different "modes" depending on context. For families with kids, it's a cutesy holiday of flamboyant fun. For older kids and adolescents, it's a holiday of mischief and boundary-pushing (in a way that is, I hope, less obnoxious than the adolescent version of Halloween). For independent adults, it can be contemplative and/or literary and/or Spicy and Sexy, to taste.

Theme. In a highflown theoretical sense: Lamptide is the festival of narrative conquering material reality, of ideas and illusions becoming more-real-than-real. It is the day when you leave the sunlit world behind and walk back into Plato's cave, because our art allows us to create such beautiful shadows on the walls.

(The "lamp" of Lamptide is, notionally, the lamp whose light reveals what-is-not.)

In a more-everyday sense: Lamptide is a festival of magic.

Timing. Lamptide is observed on the spring equinox. There are a few reasons for this, some of them rooted in stuff from the RPG, but the big one is that it's almost halfway around the calendar from Halloween. I really don't want to compete with Halloween, to the extent that I can avoid it; I would lose that competition very hard. And there are enough obvious points of similarity that it's a real danger.

Early spring is also a good time for holidays generally, in the contemporary US. There's relatively little going on then, and people feel kind of festive because the worst of winter is over.

Mythology. The personification of the holiday is Father Lantern, an ogre-like character who carries a lamp. In the (notional) tales, he shines his lamp on you, and in its light you see an otherworldly version of yourself -- a creature that you could be, if you left ordinary reality behind. More prosaically, if he shows up at your doorstep and you offer him candy, he will tell you stories (or gift you with media).

Father Lantern is mostly a funny and approachable figure. He is long-winded and pretentious, in love with the sound of his own voice. But there is meant to be an edge of menace to him; he is an ogre, which means that there's always the danger that he'll just eat you, especially if you're a child. (This is not a behavior-enforcement thing -- he's not Krampus, and Lamptide is not that kind of holiday. Father Lantern's whims are inscrutable.)

I haven't yet experimented with having someone play Father Lantern, in the way that people play Santa Claus, but it's an obvious possibility.

Decorations. You put lamps and lanterns everywhere. If you can keep your celebration space lit entirely by lantern-light, that is to be commended. Silhouettes and shadow-plays are very much in the holiday spirit.

Holiday attire. Masks -- masquerade-style masks, the kind that allow people to eat and talk comfortably -- are very strongly encouraged. (When I throw Lamptide parties, this is the only thing about which I actually nudge people.) In terms of creating distinctive atmosphere, this fires on all cylinders. A space full of masked people feels otherworldly and ritualized and, well, magic. And the symbolism is super on-the-nose.

Fancy and flamboyant clothes are also encouraged.

Ritual interactions. The Lamptide tradition is to greet people with curses and maledictions. This is done in the spirit of theater superstition; it is a topsy-turvy intercalary carnival, after all. "Die in a fire" is the standard form of cheery holiday well-wishing, although you're encouraged to be creative if you're so inclined.

(Does this mostly give little kids an excuse to be gleeful about saying stuff they'd normally never be allowed to say? Maybe.)

Activities. There are two big ones.

Divination. Lamptide is a time for fortune-telling. Tarot cards are my go-to, and offering Tarot readings at Lamptide parties has proven to be a big hit, but any form of divination at all -- ranging from Actual Fucking Haruspexy to "let's ask ChatGPT about our future husbands" -- is praiseworthy. When my son was less than a year old, I had him crawl around the floor and choose Symbolically Portentous Objects like he was the infant Dalai Lama or something, and it was great.

Bribery, especially candy bribery. One of the core dynamics of a Lamptide celebration is that you walk in carrying candy, or other things that you're happy to give away, and you offer your prizes to people in exchange for them doing stuff that you want them to do. For families with little kids, this is a chance for the parents to reward their children for showing off cool skills / desired behaviors in a concrete ritual framework, and for the children to get their parents to do silly stuff. For teens, it's a structure for something that's essentially Truth or Dare with more flexibility. The applications for Spicy Sexy grownup parties are left as an exercise for the reader.

(I have thoughts about expanding the candy bribery thing into a practice of Reverse Wassailing / Trick-or-Treating, essentially, where you walk around town offering strangers candy in exchange for singing with you or otherwise doing cute harmless stuff. I haven't yet worked out exactly the right feel, though. And, well, things being how they are, you need a pretty thick social skin to be willing to offer strangers candy without a widely-accepted social framework.)

Undeveloped aspects of the holiday, which I hope to flesh out in future years:

Traditional food. We don't really have anything other than candy, right now, and it's an obvious lacuna. Lamptide isn't really a sit-down-for-a-nice-dinner kind of holiday...although I guess it could be...but I suspect it would be useful to come up with some kind of Classic Lamptide Hors d'Ouevre or Classic Lamptide Crudité or something else appropriate for a party where people are milling around doing different things. (Not a dessert, I don't want to compete with the candy.) Sadly, I have no culinary genius, so I'm going to have to outsource for this one.

Music. @cloakofshadow has written some alternate lyrics for Christmas carols, but a thriving holiday should really have its own songs with their own distinctive melodies. Which means that I should probably find a competent composer to help me out.

Gifts. It would be very In-Theme for Lamptide to be the holiday when you give people the books / movies / video games / etc. that you want them to consume for your sake. I haven't yet done anything with that idea, but I am definitely considering it strongly.

#holiday analysis #lamptide

[emanation-aura]

Nahida currently has (one) secret agent. Wanderer, the unknown entity, who has the insanely cool ability of being able to fly and speed around, making him an intimidating aerial combatant. Apart from his combat capabilities, Wanderer is also a totally unknown entity thanks to his trauma-induced spree into erasing himself from the Irminsul and thus can go anywhere on the pretense of being someone else.

But. There are two types of secret missions Nahida wants done. One is the "please fight the Abyss Order and make their Heralds give up information" type of "die die DIE" mission. These are the type of missions Wanderer excels at.

The other is the "wine-dine-steal-something-of-mine" types. As the Wanderer, he should theoretically be excellent at this, but factoring in temperament, it is nearly impossible to make Wanderer play nice enough to seduce/socialise/steal anything.

So... who else could Nahida hire to cover the diplomatic infiltration missions? Someone who is not actively hostile to humanity (which is a very low bar, admittedly), who can travel freely in their spare time because they don't have anything better to do, who has high enough Clearance™️ to access all the diplomatic and social places Archons would want to know about...

The first answer is the Traveler. The second answer is Alhaitham.

"Ok, look, this is utter insanity," the Wanderer says, pointing at the (no longer?) Acting Grand Sage like he's an attraction at the zoo. "I'm supposed to be sharing a job with this guy?"

"This guy has a name," Lesser Lord Kusanali smiles benevolently. "It's Alhaitham, although call him by his preferred codename on missions."

"Vulture," Alhaitham drawls unenthusiastically. Lesser Lord Kusanali grins; he may sound unenthusiastic, but his Dendro Vision thrums in her presence and aligns with her aspects: knowledge, sagacity, puzzles, analysis, praxis. (Ok, maybe it also has to do with the pay rise she's giving him.) "Who is this...?"

"Just call me the Wanderer," the Wanderer says, the same time the Lesser Lord cheerfully chirps "Hat Guy."

"Wanderer is no good," Alhaitham points out quite reasonably, "it's a job, not a title. Same with Hat Guy. How am I supposed to tell you apart from everyone else who wears hats? Pick something else."

"Justify the existence of the Traveler," the Wanderer sneers.

Lesser Lord Kusanali silently points to a corner of the office with two chairs labelled "time-out corner". Both men fall silent.

"Both of you begin tomorrow," she speaks quickly, confident both can keep up. "I will keep a running list of things I need done, hm... here." She points at the holographic display on the wall, which currently lists "purchase the mythical 'Sea Ganoderma' from Inazuma" and "arrange meetings with other Archons to discuss jurisdictional issues". (Alhaitham thinks she is trying to sound too much like an administrative, executive leader— when she is a god, who has people to do this for her— ah, fuck, this person being him, of course.)

"Hat Guy, all combat missions are yours, and if we need to use... ahem, your special identity, then I will mark it down. Alhaitham, all diplomatic missions are yours, except when marked otherwise." Lesser Lord Kusanali puts her hands to her hips and smiles. "Any questions?"

"Hat Guy..." Alhaitham says, and oh shit, she is the Lord of Wisdom and can Hear His Brain Whirring, "the hat is distinguishable, at least. That's an Inazuma kasa hat worn by vagrants, and you have a strange accent. お前は本当に態度が悪いな, Ублюдок."*

She materialises a bar of soap in Wanderer's mouth before he can respond, but his rage is palpable, and it is clear he understood what Alhaitham said. Frankly, she is too interested to intervene, wanting to see what Alhaitham deduces about Wanderer's identity.

"Likely Inazuman by origin, given his hat and accent inflection, while also understanding Snezhnayan. Very rare combination, isn't it?" Alhaitham doesn't smile, exactly, at the squirming Wanderer, but he is gloating in his own way. "The Fatui Harbingers are missing an Inazuman for their roster, actually, and we know they like recruiting a couple from each region (under his breath, confirmed placements are Fair Lady to Mondstadt, Regrator to Liyue, Doctor to Sumeru, the Marionette to Fontaine, the Captain to Natlan, with the rest unknown or native to Snezhnaya). And it is said that they've been missing a Sixth for a couple centuries, have they not?"

"So, in conclusion, this... Hat Guy is the former Sixth Harbinger that either was fired, escaped, or rebelled. You've defected to the side of the Archons by joining Lesser Lord Kusanali."

It is indeed Haravatat that sniffs him out, Nahida thinks with amazement. She removes the bar of soap from Wanderer's mouth, which causes him to unleash a litany of curses in all four languages he knows (Common, Sumerian, Inazuman, Snezhnayan, with some Seirai Dialect thrown in for fun). Perhaps out of respect for her, though, he does not attempt to immediately throttle Alhaitham. Nahida takes it as a win.

"Well, this has been a productive first meeting for you two! I look forward to working with you guys in the future."

Lesser Lord Kusanali smiles benevolently. And the rest, while not history, will eventually sort itself out.

*Japanese: roughly "You have an attitude problem", and Russian: "you little bitch". I do not speak these languages, so native speakers feel free to interject.

[Fatui Harbinger nation-of-origin ideas are not to be taken as canon]

#genshin impact #nahida #lesser lord kusanali #wanderer #hat guy #shitpost #alhaitham #fic writing

[jvnluvr]

in the rain; scara ♡

school au, scara x f!reader

author’s note: the amount of time i take in between posts is horrifying, i deeply apologize. i’m here to make content based off my own soft thoughts, i hope you guys enjoy them. <3 as always, please enjoy this late night fluff.

- school; 7:45am -

“scara! wait up! for- for someone so short, you walk really fast.” you say, panting as you finally caught up to him at the end of the hallway. he turns around, looking at you with that very demeaning aura.

“and you’ve got a lot of nerve for saying that, when you’re shorter than me, love.” your eyes widen slightly as you look up at him, but the only thing visible on scare’s face is a wide smirk. clearly you are taken aback by his remark, so you quickly turn around and walk back to your locker down the hall- well, at least that’s what you try to do as he grabs your wrist to turn you back.

“what’s wrong? cat got your tongue? you just love to speak to me with such an attitude right? then how come you get so cut-.. flustered when i say something back? hm?” all you can feel is your ears turning red as he interrogates as you look down, only to realize that his hand is still on yours.

“huh.. his hand is so warm.. i kind of want to stay like this…” you think to yourself until you feel scara lifting your chin up with his finger.

“uh..! you can’t just call me those nicknames you know! i tease you like any normal person, but when you call me that it feels like my heart is gonna explode! it’s not the same!” your eyes widen again as he stares at you. coming to terms with what you said, you quickly tug your hand back and run. you keep thinking about what you said and your face feels hot. there’s no choice though, whether you like it or not, you still have to go through school.

on the other hand, scara is still stuck in the same spot you left him. “..hah, she’s so cute sometimes. what did she say? her heart will explode? hm.. if only she realized what she does to me everyday. oh well, it’s hopeless.” he sighs a bit and walks off to class too.

- lunch; 11:56am -

“i can’t believe i said that to him! what does he think of me now?” all of your friends chuckle as they hear you whining and complaining about your encounter with scara in the morning. your head is on the table, you fear that if you look up you’ll either be tomato red or scara will show up around you.

“i think you’re just overreacting [name], i mean, even if he theoretically found out you had feelings for him, i think he would say he likes you back.” one of your friends say, laughing as another one chimes in.

“yeah, [name]! i really don’t understand why you’re so worried. have you even seen the way he looks at you? you look up at the comment that your other friend just made. you saw everyone agreeing, while you sat there in confusion.

“what..? saw the way… he looked at me..?”

you and scara have known each other since school started. you both had a love hate relationship with each other. at least that was the best way to describe it. he would keep bullies away from you while also doing things that your bullies did. you always found him.. so confusing yet so fascinating. something about him grew on you. was it his eyes, his face, his hair, his hands, his warmth..? he treated you like you were special, like you were worth something. you just had to hide your feelings though, there’s no way scara would like someone like you.. he was.. you didn’t think he would like someone at all.

“oi. why are you staring into space? [name]?” you finally snap out of it when you see scara staring at you again. you quickly turn away in embarrassment.

“scara?! what are you doing here?” you yelp and you could have sworn you heard a soft chuckle from him.

“i’m taking you somewhere stupid. sure know your friends wouldn’t mind me stealing you for a little, ain’t it right?” all your friends giggle as they comply to sacra’s statement. you try and refuse but one of your friends is already pushing you into scara’s arms.

“we’ll see you afterschool, [name]! have funnn~” you can’t even form coherent words as scara grabs your wrist once again and dragging you out of the cafeteria.

-library- 12:07pm-

“why are we even-” the only time you’re able to form words is when scara has you pinned against a wall.

“you’re acting weird today.” he states. you look up at him and he has that same blank expression as he usually does. sometimes, you wish you could even try to comprehend his thoughts.

“i could literally say the same for you. why have you dragged me here, scara?” you gulp a little after saying that. your stomach is starting to fill with butterflies, you feel nervous. what if it’s bad news? what if he-

“can you relax, pretty? i’m not gonna hit you or anything.” your body tenses up again. why does he keep calling you these nicknames? it’s just making you more nervous. not to mention your bodies are barely centimetres apart.

“w-why do you keep doing that? can you just tell me what you want already?” it sounds a bit harsh coming from you, but you’re honestly dying to hear what he has to say.

“i like you, stupid. god. for someone so smart in school, you tend to utterly fail when it comes to human behaviour.” you can only giggle a little when he says that.

“i think this is the part where i say i’ve liked you for as long as i can remember.” he smiles softly after seeing your wide smile. scara loves seeing you happy, it’s so adorable.

“now i think this is the part where i kiss you.” he says leaning down. you wrap your arms around him as the distance closes between you two. the air is heavy but it just feels so right. like you have waited for this day. it was the one thing you were yearning for.

“you- hah- can no longer stay more than 5 centimetres away from me.” scara says while kissing your cheek.

“protective much? i much rather just be hugging you all day and everyday.” you retort and you can feel his smile against your shoulder.

“that would be been better.”

“shouldn’t we head to class now?”

“yeah, but meet me outside the side entrance right after class ends okay?” he says and you’re a bit confused by the specifics.

“alright then..? i’ll see you later.” you stand on your toes to give him another kiss. you hold hands until you depart to your separate classes, while your heart yearns to stay by his side.

-after school; 3:06pm-

you carry your bag as you open the door to the side entrance. you see scara sitting on the stair railway. then you notice that the sky is gloomy and the rain is pouring down. you wondered why he was sitting in the rain so normally.

“scara? why are you sitting in the rain?” his eyes immediately dart up as he sees you standing there, starting to take your umbrella out.

“leave the umbrella, come sit with me.” he says, grabbing your hand as he leads you to sit next to him.

“today has been.. amazing. i’m really glad things turned out the way they did. i know me acting like this isn’t normal, but get used to it. i cant wait to treat you the way you have been deserving of it, princess.” he says while turning to you.

you are more than glad that is raining right now, cause the tears falling down your face are easily concealed by the rain. not for scara though.

“why are you crying, love? was it something i said?-”

“i love you. i love you so much.”

“i love you more.”

some people feel the rain- others just feel wet.

but with you,

as long as rains, my love for you will only increase.

- in the rain.

#genshin impact scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin impact #drabble #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche genshin #genshin school au #scara x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche comfort #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #genshin fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin wanderer #genshin scaramouche #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x you #wanderer fluff #wanderer x reader #wanderer scaramouche #genshin impact imagines

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Ok this is a question for the pack!

How would the pack react to see y/n flirting with a girl like sitting on each others lap, ass slaps, cheek kisses, compliments, etc. And like imagine the girl dedicating “Boyfriend” by dove Cameron to y/n!

The boys:😨

Y/n:🤭

"I mean," You laugh, shrugging. "I'm a pretty loyal hoe, so this situation is purely theoretical now that we're all mated."

"But." Minho pushes with a slight smirk.

You roll your eyes. "But." You shoot him a glare and a stick of your tongue. "There were times before we all knew what we were that I dated around yeah."

"She's leaving out the part where most of her past partners were really fucking hot women." Jisung complains, looking absolutely betrayed at the thought.

You grin innocently. "What can I say? I have good taste."

"Case in point." Hyunjin gestures down the length of his body.

You give him a wink. "Yep."

"Hwa was particularly hard to win over." Chan adds with a slight grimace.

"We're not talking about Seonghwa 'Hwa' here either." Changbin points out.

"No." Hyunjin shakes his head with an air of terror. "Hwasa."

Jisung visibly shudders. "She's terrifying." He seems to reconsider with a squint of his eyes. "But like, in a fucking hot kind of way."

"God, she hated most of our guts for a good fucking while." Chan winces, glancing sidelong at you.

You laugh at their visible horror of one of your best friends. "Listen, after we dated for awhile and broke up amicable, she just always wanted the best for me. Especially after we just sort of morphed into lifelong soulmates. Bitch is my ride or die."

"She was definitely a bitch in the beginning." Changbin mutters beneath his breath sourly, making you laugh.

Hyunjin smirks. "He's bristling over here just talking about this."

"Am not!" Changbin protests, a little too loudly, over the obvious smell of smoke.

"Listen, did she handle things well when I first started dating all of you? No." You admit with an easy smile and a pointed look in Changbin's direction. "She doubted all your intentions. She was just looking out for me. But now, everyone gets along just fine. Plus, she has Yong-Sun, and she's more than happy and committed."

"I love Hwasa-noona." Jeongin announces. "She's pretty and she's funny."

Felix grins. "You would. You both run on the same mischievous wave length."

"For what you're asking though-" You muse, giving Jeongin a secret little grin. "-she did pull shit like that when I first introduced her to some of the boys. We have a naturally flirty friendship anyway, but she turned up the heat when she met them."

"We were introduced in a club." Minho arches a brow, staring at you, thoughts flickering across his face. "Hwasa promptly took one look at Chan and Changbin and pulled you in for a kiss. With tongue."

You laugh. "And you weren't even bothered."

Minho snorts. "I knew it was a play. I've done the exact same thing before."

Jisung narrows his eyes. "Why have I never heard about this?"

Minho shrugs casually, glancing back to you. "Plus it was hot."

"Chan choked on his drink." You giggle, and Chan rolls his eyes. "And Changbin was so worked up I swore he was going to kill her right then and there."

"She wasn't worried, clearly." Minho remarks with a knowing smirk. "Because she completely ignored them both and asked me if I wanted to join the two of you for a drink. I liked her from the moment I saw her."

"She was perfectly sweet when she met me." Felix remarks with a confused crease of his brow, glancing around at you all.

"That's because it's you." Hyunjin points out. "No one could ever be mean to you."

"Yeah, and Changbin-hyung can sorta be a bitch sometimes." Jisung shrugs off handedly.

Changbin promptly punches him in the shoulder hard enough to make him yelp.

"What the fuck, hyung?"

"She had a harder time with the alphas, Lixie." You ignore the fight on the other side of the couch and address the concerned omega. "Just because she's also one. It's nature."

"I had no idea Hwasa-noona was an alpha the first time you introduced us." Jeongin looks thoughtful.

"You were unpresented." Chan remarks soothingly. "It makes sense you didn't pick up on it till later."

"Gender doesn't matter to me, much like subgender." You shrug, smiling slightly at the youngest. "I don't really care, as long as I connect with a partner on a deeper, more intimate level."

"Which is why-" Jisung points out with a serious raise of his finger. "-she fell for Changbin-hyung even though he's kind of a bitch."

Changbin tackles Jisung to the floor.

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[amethystfairy1]

Hai I'm back, with questions! (and art on my page :P)

In my last ask (I think?) you said the collars will only trigger if the person understands what the command is. Would convincing someone that the command meant something different than they originally interpreted it as (especially through siren spells) change the collars response, or no? For example, in the very first fic with Grian, the guy said "quiet, you." If Grian originally interpreted that as "don't make any noise," but then after reconsidering, genuinely thought he the order actually meant "don't speak" as opposed to no noise at all, would the collar also reinterpret it? Sorry if that was wordy lol, I hope that makes sense. If so, with Scott's Siren spells he could potentially undo commands lol (with practice ofc)

in the same vein, would written commands affect the collar, or only verbal?

How do the collars work? Like, do the runes work through a form of magic enchantments? And could you theoretically cast a counter-enchantment to disable them?

What's the extent of nature elf healing powers? Do they require practice to refine?

Can Tango drink water, and if not does he have a substitute for it?

Hello hello! ✨

I LOVE THE ART! I absolutely ADORE your design of Ren you have no idea! He looks AMAZING! And witch Martyn is beautiful as always! Thank you so much for sharing as always, anytime you feel like drawing because of the AU I am incredibly thrilled!

Questions…🏃‍♀️

1. That’s a really good question! I think so, yeah, if upon deeper consideration they are convinced it meant something else, the collar would enforce something else. This is also the point where Pearl would find loopholes in orders by only addressing them in the literal sense. So yes! Scott’s siren spells could potentially manipulate a command, but I don’t think they’d be able to undo it. Again, Scott’s siren spells only really give his words a stronger influence, but if he tried to convince someone that an order of ‘do not speak’ actually meant ‘talk a lot’ that wouldn’t work, because obviously it’s untrue. It would have to be smaller than that.

2. Written commands wouldn’t work, only verbal! Also unfortunate running trend, most hybrids are functionally illiterate sooo…wouldn’t make a difference either way. 😭

3. The collars are enchanted through the runes, yes! Rune work and rune craft are specific branches of magic in this AU, and it’s used for everything from the collars to daily things such as working with redstone tech to run the wagons everyone is riding around in, making indoor plumbing possible, other odds and ends. Theoretically, yes! But those counter-enchantments are incredibly complicated and difficult, the runes for the collars are made with the intent that they should be super difficult to break.

4. Nature elves can heal anything so long as it isn’t instantly fatal, but it takes a toll on their magic reserves, the nature spirits that give them strength can get exhausted. These are the little fairy lights both Scar and Gem have used! We’re gonna get into the details of nature magic and the elves power sets pretty soon, it’s gonna be integral to the next arc of the story, so for right now just know that they are very powerful, but that power can’t be called up in large quantities without a cost.

5. Tango can drink water, yes! He just can’t let it touch his skin, so he’s either very very very careful or uses a straw if that’s presented as an option.

Hope these were helpful! Thanks again for your incredible art! 💖

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #traffic smp #worldbuilding #traveling thieves au #pearlescentmoon #grian #scott smajor #tangotek #goodtimeswithscar #geminitay

[rontra]

I have a question about CTDE zatanna's backstory. How do you interpret the medulla jewel? I mean both the impact it has on her story and powers. Also does the hidden city play a big role or not really?

zatanna nation alive and well in my inbox today... welcome... and you're activating my CTDE Ramble Mode 😭 here we go again (puts in a readmore) but thank you for asking!

god the fucking medulla jewel. i mean the thing is.

i MEAN. the THING is.

even DC didn't really seem to know how to interpret that thing. it's shown up like twice or whatever Back In The Day and it was all quite vague and then they stopped talking about it forever. so it never really crossed my mind as something i should factor in to be honest 😭 but now that it's been brought up i'm considering if it might be useful in some way...

well, CTDE Zee's power level has always been primarily a result of her immense experience (never ask a magician her age), which is plenty sufficient for my general purposes. her long training, lived experience, and intricate know-how are the main vehicle, wrapped around an engine of her raw magical power. taking the medulla jewel as a type of magical power source (as presented), it might serve as a means to support the immense pool of resources at her disposal...

primarily i would hate for it to be the Sole Culprit behind her strength since there are Other Reasons she's like this (lol) but i think it could definitely be a Factor (and help explain the truly Zany stunts Arc 3 demands of her, which are so immense they almost kill her lmao)

...i suppose there's a few ways to conceptualize it for my purposes without sundering the 'verse like for example

the jewel is an "innate source of magic" that actively supplies her with a constant flow of power

the jewel is a "battery" that passively stores excess power to be used whenever needed

the jewel is a "philosopher's stone" that transmutes base magic into effective spells directly, circumventing traditional casting methods/costs (essentially, casting for free)

the jewel is a "lens" that focuses magic and gives spells a buff to concentrated power, like a magnifying glass under the sun

something else or a combination

for my purposes and the role she plays in the AU, a combination of #2 and #3 feels more compelling to me than something like #1. Since the CTDE is running "magic always has a cost" rules, a big thing about zee's bad vibe is her non-committal relationship with actually paying—if the medulla jewel provides an innate "bank" of some magical resource, which she can choose to "trade" with the universe in order to immediately cast For Free, that suits her type just fine. her coin on a string for the vending machine of magic, if you will

but it should have a theoretical limit, so making it a "battery pool" that runs low Eventually and needs to recharge (by skimming magic off the world around her) is OK. how to manage her bank of resources—whether to do regular safe invocation or cosmic trickery or just cast from her cheater freebie pool—should be (at least in theory) a choice she makes when bending the universe around her

(her level is so immense that in like 99% of cases she could just freecast without thinking about it) (but the 1% of spells that she needs to Actually Think About is what we're concerned with preserving, so that's still okay)

if she has that funny thing built-in, she probably spent a lot of her training time refining and practicing how to use it and how magic interacts with it. which means she would probably have to Know About All Of That beforehand. which brings us back to the Hidden City Sindella Lore huh.

well when it comes to her parents and stuff, CTDE Zee does play the same general tune--so it's possible some variation of Sindella's Fun Battery Pack plot did happen. this part of the CTDE backstory i havent really delved into bc it hasn't been relevant/important to the main plot of the AU but honestly.... maybe it would be fun to tinker with those components and assemble something

if a variant version of that did happen and sindella was being used to power the hidden city's hidden city-ing, zee would know enough to refine her own Working Relationship with the Magic Brainstone. but also i did Simply Assume and mark sindella as "dead" in my chart earlier, so it probably didn't end much better for herBHJDJMKS

ahhh... we hardly knew ye...

if a version of that stuff happened its probably backstory/not SUPER foreground to her present-time CTDE storyline . since she has some other major shit going on nowadays . but it mightve still been a pretty important part of the backstory...hmm....

it might even prove useful for me down the road, in plotting some of the foggy areas, maybe? i could probably use a hidden city or two, they're convenient to have aroundHDHJBFD

(imagining fondly) the peak Evil Motherhood Theme moment of the CTDE will be when zee takes everyone back to the hidden city and is like Yeah so they sucked my mom DRY here and NOT in a good way. she Died! & theyre all like "ohhh. this is why youre like this"

haha no idk..hm... it's compelling. i'll have to think of a way to use it. if nothing else youve given me something to think about.... in my zee cave...

#CTDE #why is this post so long. for a ROCK? in her BRAIN??? im so sorry #(zatanna voice) of course it goes without saying that I am hopelessly dependent on the jewel

[bittersweetresilience]

i got another of those fic author self rec asks a month or two ago and i didn't know what to do with it at the time so now i'm using it as an excuse to share fic meta about soulmate au.

lose it in the morning

i love having a recurring item come up in the beginning and the end of a story with a different meaning or light. in orbital departure, it's the dress. in dead air, it's the books. in lose it in the morning, it's the shoes.

so we start with adrien tripping over his untied laces. he's a bit ditzy. he's the carefree older runaway from home type twin in the graham de vanily lineage. he has his shoes on because he wants to be active and moving and free but he isn't fully prepared for what that means. laces not done up.

but émilie wants to protect him and keep him in the bubble of her love. that's her whole thing. that's what most of the fic is about. so by the time she's worked her magic, we return to the shoes, set neatly by the bed. émilie took them off him because he's safe at home and she doesn't want him running around, and she was careful doing it, too. but she knows there will be a time when he puts the shoes on again because that's just the way he is. so she ties his laces for him. insulating him from the possibility of the fall. and speaking of...

dead air

what do you know, félix is reading a book in this one and its name is the fall. brief interlude where i talk about félix and camus. there's something that grips me so much with félix and absurdity and meaning in meaninglessness and antifascism, of course. l'étranger, la peste, le mythe de sisyphe... yes. all of this.

la chute specifically is a series of monologues by someone who calls himself a judge-penitent and spends his time talking to strangers about how his life went downhill. it's a confessional but also a reflection on society post wwii, in parallel with the fall from grace in the garden of eden, and it explores themes of justice, social class, existence, and suffering. circles of amsterdam and he's in the seediest ring. the main character contrasts his fascination for feeling above other people with his trifling present reality. félix moment.

back to dead air. the two main literary references are this book and metamorphosis, which moonie could write entire essays about, it's so on the nose. monstrousness and alienation and miscommunication and all that. but with the fall, what i meant to implicate was that by making the realization of monstrousness, adrien would be on the precipice of something life altering, as félix once was. so we start with the fall as the set up, and then clarify what the precipice is: metamorphosis. monsterhood.

by the end of the story, félix has recontextualized his relationship with adrien, and they're joking about adding adrien's antics to félix's essay on metamorphosis. but what we end the story on, what félix focuses on at the close, is the fall again... because even though adrien is adding to the depths of his struggle, which félix already finished last week, what félix is thinking about is what this means for adrien's precipice and his impending fall.

orbital departure

i've already rambled a bit about émilie as a manipulator in this post but i could go on about her as a foil to félix for days. as i told autumn, both she and félix want to protect adrien and go about it in misguided ways. for émilie, it's a ring. for félix, it's a secret.

their conversation in orbital departure is theoretically about félix's abuse, but really, it's all about adrien. and félix is fine with this, because he loves adrien, and émilie is thinking of adrien, and félix trusts his aunt. but right from the beginning he subconsciously wishes émilie would be thinking of and wanting to protect him too. and part of it is mixed up with how she and his mother have the same face. so that's what brings us to our central image, the dress.

émilie's dress is impressionistic and painting-like and light and free and happy. it's a visual representation of who and where she is in her life and his. it distinguishes her from amélie. noticing that is, in a way, comforting. moreso the more uncomfortable félix feels.

félix is touch starved, and émilie touches him the same way amélie cradles his face.

this is my favorite line from this fic and it gives me feelings i can't put into words. just kidding. i will. félix is a child who was forced to grow up too quickly, so what he means here is that he's a scientist because he's advanced enough in his education to be one. but to the reader, he just sounds like a kid with an idea of a dream job. he doesn't have any context for what émilie is trying to say. he hasn't yet been shaped into the person he is in the show, someone who claws for knowledge and power and control. he's at a disadvantage and doesn't even register this because he's a child who implicitly believes in émilie. a scientist is the best hypothesis he can come up with for what she means. and émilie agrees with him, but turns it around and describes him as the project instead of the person, as if that's what he said in the first place. a joke that only she's in on, that she's telling to herself.

i have thoughts about félix being called clever all his life. it's the gifted child complex. it's the manipulation. and émilie saying he's a gift. well. in more ways than one, he sure is.

when émilie takes félix's arm at the end of the fic, she is literally and metaphorically allowing him to share her burdens. but it's phrased as though she is letting him do it, rather than leading him to. throughout the fic, she fashions herself for the conclusions she wants to see.

makes you think about her silly, untimely dizzy spell.

follow up meta.

#miraculous ladybug #🌃 #sentitwin soulmate au #emilie agreste #adrien agreste #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #I WROTE SO MANY WORDS. AND FOR WHOM #the answer is for me and when watership down and swear to the earth that i will keep it are published there will be even more #ml fanfic #ml meta #ML FANFIC META

[ikissjesse]

could you do some aaron t/aaron z headcanons pls!

omg yes ofc !! ty for the request <333 since 3 ppl requested aaron² hc's (nothing specific) im gonna put all ur requests into this once post !!

tags: @i-need-a-slurpee @hrts4ariana ( note as of writing: this was a draft from 1719817282 years ago so if u forgot abt this n no longer wanted to be tagged im sorry🥲 )

as i mentioned in this post, they both adore musicals, especially hamilton

aaron² hc's !!

reblogs appreciated + reqs open <3

they like listening to the soundtracks together when they hangout

sometimes when there's a musical near where they are on tour they go together in their free time

u didn't hear it from me but they held hands during one of these musicals bc the room was dark n they thought noone would notice

as bros, ofc.. homies hold hands during musicals !!

they totally sing non-stop from hamilton together its cannon bc i say so

anyway enough abt hamilton for now

there was def mutual pining

they were both like "fuckidishcoaoxjaoa he just thinks of me as a friend"

"friend" NO HE WANTS U SO BAD -God probably idk

the way they attempted to "drop hints":

t tried to make z laugh a lot, even more than he usually did

pranks became less extreme than they normally were, he wanted to surprise him, not scare him to death like he used to

z would, although he denies this, try to do basketball tricks to impress t whenever he is at the basketball court w him

both of them went to jesse for advice, not knowing the other was doing the same

"hey jesse uhm- what should i do if, theoretically, ihavearlybigcrushonsomeonewhoiveknownforawhilebutithinktheyseemeasafriendandireallyreallyREALLYwannabemorebutidontwannaruinourfriendship????" -t

"...what?" -jesse

needless to say jesse was confused as hell

he sent him off w some advice after t slowed down enough for him to understand, then about 15 minutes later z came rambling about the same thing

"JESSE YOU'RE A HIT WITH THE LADIES, AND THE GAYS, AND..BASICALLY ANYONE. HOW DO I FLIRT WITH SOMEONE IVE KNOWN FOR AGES WHO IM PRETTY SURE SEES ME AS JUST A FRIEND?????" -z

thats what made it click for jesse, n he just laughed at the realization

giving him the same advice he gave t, he snickered at the idea of the aarons having a crush on eachother but being too stupid blind to see the feelings were mutual

"thanks jess!!" -z to jesse, running off

"yeah no problem man hehehshshehsh goodluck! HEHEHHEHE"

building up as much courage as he could, z eventually made the first move a few days later

he asked t if he'd like to join him for a musical that would take place at a nearby theater, n he gladly accepted

little did t know where this would lead <33 achoo anyways

as the lights dimmed during a 'romantic' scene, aaron z took t's hand in his own n (quietly) confessed his feelings towards his long-time bestfriend

saying t was happy would be an understatement

the energetic boy yanked him into a hug, leaving his stoic counterpart(ner) highly confused and extremely flustered

choking from t's tight embrace, his face became beet red

"Im, uhm- assuming you feel the same?"

well NO FUCKIN WAY SHERLOCK WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT -God again probably

"yeah dumbass, ofcourse i do!" t whisper-yelled, trying to keep his excitement down as they were still in a theater after all !!!

after that, z just smiled n wrapped his arms around t's waist, returning the hug

but wait !! theres more !!

what kind of ikissjesse ship post would this be without cute couple hc's ???

the quiet stoic boy x loud energetic boy dynamic UUGF MY HEART I THINK IM DYIBG from how much i love this duo😔😔

z buys t a baseball cap in EVERY city/country they go to. every fucking one

even if its not a band tour, if z is out somewhere n sees a cool cap he thinks t would like, yall better believe this boy would cut off an arm n sell a kidney just for t to get that hat

t has a whole side in his closet dedicated to these hats z buys him, he finds it absolutely adorable

z actually thinks he isnt good at gift giving, so he was afraid t wouldnt like it at first, but t's reaction is enough conformation that he adores it

now what kinda aaron² hamilton lover truther would i be if i didnt mention the musical again 💪💪

they have FREQUENT hamilton marathons together, sometimes the other members of 4*town will join in too !!

they still sortve act like they did before, like friends n what not

however theyre also 300% more flirty

by that i mean T is 300% more flirty

z might be a LITTLE bit but def not as much as my boy aaron t (the r in aaron stands for rizzler -aaron t)

z isn't a big fan of PDA himself, however when t does little displays of affection when theyre in public he loves it ( he doesn't say it out loud bc he's shy but he does smile at t or to himself, holding t's hand or draping an arm over his shoulders )

when theyre in private z will hug t from behind, hold his waist, kiss his forehead, etc .... yk... bro stuff......

t surprises him by going BOO!!! and jumping up to put his arms around his shoulders from behind, which at first scared z shitless n earned t a lecture about why he shouldn't scare him like that bc z WILL swing but z is okay with it now n actually smiles ALBEIT A VERY SMALL SMILE when he does it

dates include but r not limited to playing basketball late at night together, movies, watching musicals, roadtrips to literally anywhere long or short they just wanna be in eachothers presence OUGHG I LOVE THEM

i forgot to mention !!! t is definitely the one who asked to be boyfriends, but z accidentally said "I love you" first

t was doing something dumb again, and z shook his head as he laughed, accidentally mumbling the words "I love you" out loud

t stopped dead in his tracks n snapped his head in z's direction, n yall this boy was STRESSED he did NOT mean to let the world know this information

z covered his face with his hands n his face was PINK pink bro but t just laughed n walked over to him, cupping his face in his hands and staring at him with a very VERY smug but genuine n happy grin

z scoffed, but soon glanced back at the other boy and smiled shyly

theyre so cute im throwing up in class

there's more but i think this is long enough for now, sorry for the wait pls snack on this while u wait for the rest of my jesro + aaron² content i have planned WINK WINK

thank u for reading <3

#4town #turning red #4townie #4town aaron z #4town aaron t #aaron² #aaron t x aaron z #turning red headcanons #4town headcanons

[mdhwrites]

I can’t shake the dissatisfaction I feel about the way Luz’s experience in the boiling isles was handled. I know it’s mostly because it was shameless escapism and her running away from her life in the human realm, but like I found it hard to actually buy that she was completely miserable there.

Like I left the show feeling like she really didn’t have a terrible life and was just living in a fantasy. And that’s…not fun to me. Also, is it just me or does it feel like Camila got the short end of the stick? Either they left out some details about their relationship (which would shine light on Luz’s unhappiness) or she was a great mom and luz was ungrateful and wrong for lying.

Either way, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth about Luz as a main character, and I guess I just really really wanted more out of her character as a woc who’s also neurodivergent. :/ does this make any sense? Or is it just that she wasn’t the character for me?

So I could do multiple posts about this, ranging from how she represents nuerodivergents, her relationship with her mom, how she's represented as someone who doesn't fit in, etc. like that so please feel free to ask those things. However, for this I want to go in hard on the fact that I've been lukewarm to Luz in the past on her archtype as a main character but your last part makes me really want to talk about the role of a main character and how Luz... Fails. Entirely. Like I've said Luz is a fine protagonist but that's only on paper. In execution, for the narrative role of a protagonist... Well, a main character can be divided into having three main roles. Depending on the style of story, the type of protagonist they are, etc. like that there will be different levels of each of these three pillars. They are, in my eyes: Catalyst: How good is the character at making a story happen? A main character after all is going to be around for most of the story so they need to be capable of facilitating the amount of stories that happen with them. A shounen protagonist needs to be both strong enough to go on a grand adventure after all but not so strong as to not be able to have arcs and what not of him gaining new powers.

Guide: This is the main character's ability to show us the world and the stories within it. If the catalyst is the amount they could tell stories by themselves, this is how good they are at being a part of stories around them. This is actually why harem protagonists are such wet rags usually so they're willing to go to the beach, gym, graveyard, sci-fi workshop and class all in the same day so long as a girl is telling them to because they have so little character as to be able to do ANYTHING.

Core: How well do they represent and embody the themes of a piece? How much can people reflect off of them in order to show different facets of the main concept? This one is a lot trickier to pin down because what works for a specific theme is going to shift depending on a writer's goals but for some one you have how Light from Death Note has a god complex because that story theoretically deals with abuse of power and what one would do for it, what they would do once they had it and the lengths they would go to to keep it. Light being willing to go so far and be so entirely obsessed with power and what he sees as 'right' allows others to show their own ideologies of right and wrong use of power simply by challenging or supporting him.

And mind you that the quality of the writer does matter with these three pillars. A character can be incredibly strong in one of these by their concept but if the execution is flawed, how strong the base was doesn't matter. I bring this up because Luz... Is theoretically pretty good for these but in execution is awful in all three pillars.

The first one is the most tragic. She is a nuerodivergent, WoC who is even a part of the LGBTQIA+. Just by those three alone, she has a lot of stories that are only now starting to be told properly in media, such as Molly McGee tackling a basic woman's story of periods. There's a reason why a lot of people stand by Luz just for what she is.

Unfortunately, the writers did not. Frankly, swap her for a nerdy, white dude and I don't think much changes. Her heritage has nothing to do with the story, her being female only affects the representation in that it's two girls getting together in a romance that is frankly very normal for 'energetic boy and serious girl' and her nuerodivergence is officially non-canon now. It was only confirmed in interviews after all and Dana has said that anything outside of the show is just her own headcanons and are as valid as anyone else's. Even then, much of what makes her theoretically ADHD is also just pretty normal for main characters, let alone her archtype and never shows any of the non narratively useful elements of it.

This is all without getting into how her excitement for fantasy, magic and community should have made her both a great catalyst and guide. However, her journey with magic has no bearing on her, it's barely explored and... So is the Isles. Admittedly, the Isles has very little to show. It's a world where most of the stories are pretty rote and played out because it's just not a creative setting so even if Luz is eager, there's nothing to show.

Worse yet, the supporting cast of the show doesn't give her a lot to work with either. A lot of their stories are either abandoned or put on hold for so long that there's no longer interest in them. Worse yet, Luz has no interest in those stories, making it so that for a lot of characters, including Eda actually because the two spend a SHOCKINGLY low amount of time together, she just isn't around. She literally only ever seeks out Gus for a library card and NEVER seeks out Willow of her own volition. That's pretty shitty to put it mildly.

How about her being the core of the story? She's in plenty of it... But the show has little to no core. If it's fantasy versus reality, Luz is the one that pushes the hardest to play into tropes and to over exaggerate everything because she sees herself as the hero of the story and it isn't long until everyone just agrees with this fact. Worse yet, there's little exploration of it and the ending leans entirely on fantasy being the correct choice. Period.

If it's about finding a place and community where you belong, Luz doesn't show enough care about her community and EVERYTHING we're shown about her history doesn't make her appear like she didn't belong but that she was a genuine menace who honestly was pretty callous about other people. You have to be a special sort of messed up to get a classroom cleared by releasing spiders and then turn around and go "You know, I bet they'll love snakes." If Luz is not accepted, it is because Luz does not try and we have proof of that in the show because Vee exists and that's the whole point of Yesterday's Lie.

This all makes for a main character who on paper is great and who's only real flaw as a main character is that nerdy, teenage idiot has been done before but never as a bisexual, afro-latino girl. For a lot of people, that's not a problem but a feature because the archtype is so ubiquitous for a reason. Amphibia used it to GREAT effect and it is a solid base for a coming of age story.

In execution, the show is never willing to let Luz be... anything. She vaguely gestures at a lot of things but never commits enough to feel like any of them are her cores. She's too selfish and too self isolating to be a normal good girl. Her interests come up too sporadically and inform her actions, especially positively, too rarely for her being a nerd to feel like anything but fanservice. She's not allowed to make major mistakes, not in the writer's eyes as many of her mistakes and fuck ups are not supposed to be seen that way or excused *gestures at Reaching Out* so she can't be an idiot who needs to grow. And as I said before, her being an afro-latino, bisexual girl with ADHD never comes up beyond getting with a girl and they don't really do much with that because TOH isn't a romance story.

It makes Luz in general feel like a complete waste of a character which is fitting. She's the main character to a complete waste of a show that never managed to choose a firm identity for itself and so never gained one. And something lacking that much personality simply isn't going to be interesting.

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Whumptober Day 4: Dead on your feet

No. 4 DEAD ON YOUR FEET

Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

Warnings: stab/slash wound, knife, knives, blood, blood loss, makeshift bandages, self done first aid, medical inaccuracies

Word count: 1947

In your defence, you didn’t realise you had been stabbed until the paramedics were gone and you were processing the crime scene. And sure, you probably should have told someone and said ‘hey, you know, I think the unsub has slashed me a bit and by that I mean hey look here’s a massive slash wound from his knife’, but you didn’t. You simply had an internal panic before covering the problem with your FBI windbreaker - which were waterproof, so theoretically also blood proof? Your plan also wasn’t the best (wait until you get to the police station and patch yourself up, last the jet journey and drive yourself to the closest hospital when your shift ended) but it was the most coherent plan you’d be able to come up with.

“You alright, (Y/N)?” Morgan grinned, “You’re quieter than usual,”

“Just thinking about how hard it must be for you to be second best around me,” You teased trying your best not to show your panic to the rest of the team, Derek gave a laugh, clapping you on the back, missing your wince.

You rode with Hotch, Rossi, and JJ, hoping that Hotch’s driving would make you feel less like you were going to throw up than Morgan’s driving. That wasn’t the case (nothing against Hotch, it was simply the odds were not in his favour). It wasn’t long until you were at the police station and you all piled out of the car and into the station.

You didn’t get a chance to stop at the police station and properly try and patch yourself up, as it turns out. Spencer had decided to stay behind and pack up during the arrest and normally you would appreciate that but you could have throttled the younger agent tonight. You didn’t say anything though, just gave him a smile and a nod as you slowly started to pack your things. You knew Hotch and Rossi had noticed something was wrong, but they hadn’t confronted you about it, so you were taking it as a win. It wasn’t hurting as much, not yet anyway. But you knew it was going to soon. Part of you thought the anticipation of the pain might actually be the worse part. Although, you doubted that you’d think that once the pain started kicking in full. You felt it, sure, but it was more a light dull ache than anything else.

“The caffeine addiction kicking in there?” Derek joked, nodding at your shaking hands.

You forced a laugh and a nod, “Always,” There was a small pause, “No, all that adrenaline’s after effects, apparently it decided to hit me hard today,”

“Huh,” Derek said, both of you continuing to make sure your things were packed.

“The funny thing about adrenaline is that not only does it increase blood levels to the brain and muscles, but can also decrease blood flow to some organs too,” Spencer chimed.

You nodded, “I think I remember my psychology teacher telling me that once,”

Hotch straightened up, turning to the whole team, “Are we all ready to go?”

Everyone, but you nodded, “I need to pee,” You said, Hotch fought back a smile but nodded. It had become almost a ritual, you would go to the toilet before getting on the jet everytime without a doubt.

This time, however, it wasn’t so much needing to pee as it was ‘figure out a way to stop the hole - well, gaping wound - in my stomach from bleeding so damn much'. You walk at your usual pace, despite wanting to run and crawl at the same time.

You looked around the men's bathroom when you got there, checking for officers as well as supplies. There wasn't much to work with, in fact, there was no first aid kit, nothing. All you had to go on was toilet paper and disposable hand towels. You decide on the hand towels, grabbing a handful, placing against your wound (having lifted your shirt) You couldn’t see anything to hold it in place and you very much doubted wrapping toilet paper around your stomach would secure the make-shift gauze. With a sigh, you settled with your belt, quickly undoing the buckle, you placed it over the wound and ‘gauze’ with a hiss, you did the buckle back up before dropping your shirt to cover everything - thankful that your shirt was rather baggy today. You place your windbreaker back on. If anyone asks, you can say that you’re cold. You were starting to feel a bit on the colder side, actually.

This did not look good. You had a six hour flight. You should probably tell Hotch. The thought of that was immediately knocked out of your head when you imagined his disapproving glare. Nope. You did not need that on top of a stab-slash wound. With a sigh (and then a wince) you headed out of the bathroom.

“There he is!” Morgan teased.

“We thought you might have fallen down the toilet,” Emily laughed. You gave a laugh, doing your best to hide your pain.

“You okay? You’re looking a bit pale,” You give JJ a smile.

“Yeah, I think I’m just getting a migraine,” The lie slips off your tongue easily and you feel bad, until you see the worry leave her eyes.

“I’ve got pain killers?”

“That would be great, thank you,” You smiled, it was really starting to hurt now.

After you downed two painkillers and had a glass of water, you swung by the hotel to grab your go bags (already packed). You groaned, turning to Morgan, "Morgan, be a dear and grab my bag for me? Please?" Morgan looked at you, observing the way you covered your eyes with your hand, your pale complexion, and the way you were hunched in on yourself.

He nodded, "Yeah, of course," Must have been a bad migraine.

Hotch was always the last one to board the jet. Often, the rest of the team would get on whilst he was saying goodbye to the local police before he boarded - letting them know that they would help whenever and wherever they could with any upcoming cases. This didn’t change.

Hotch walked next to you as you all made your way to the jet, “Are you alright?” You nodded, giving him a strained smile. This was all a massive mistake, but you were too stubborn to say anything now. You made your grave.

“I’m fine,” The rest of the team were now boarded. You gave a quiet huff, shifting the strap of your go-bag before beginning your slow ascent up the stairs (not wanting to push your body). You nearly made it. You were so close to the top of the stairs when the dizziness hit. Hotch right behind you, he furrowed his eyebrows.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” You gave a sluggish nod. You were quite cold, now that you thought about it. The dizziness hadn’t let up and you felt incredibly nauseous. But still you said nothing, determined to push on. You went up two more steps before the world blurred into a variety of colours and Hotch was the only thing holding you up.

“I need some help here!” Hotch yelled, shifting his position to prevent you both from falling down the stairs. The team poked their heads out of the door, seeing you limp in Hotch’s arms caused them all to kick into action. “Morgan, help me get him on the jet, Emily call 911, Reid get the first aid kit, we need to figure out what’s wrong.” Everyone nodded and scrambled to follow Hotch’s orders. They placed you on the sofa, Reid kneeling beside you with the first aid kit next to him. He scanned your frame, deciphering where the injury could be when a flash of blood caught his eye. There was a long and thin hole in your shirt. He lifted your shirt up gently, eyes widening when they landed on the large laceration that ran across your side, from hip to ribs - as much tissue as possible held in place by a belt.

Reid heard Hotch sigh behind him and JJ and Emily gasp and turn away. Reid got to work, apparently the paramedics were going to be ten minutes so he needed to stem the bleeding as much as possible. He could try and stitch it up but that would increase the chance of infection - plus ten minutes wasn’t too bad. Reid nodded his thanks to Morgan when he handed him a wad of gauze to apply to the wound. Rummaging through the first aid kit, Spencer grabs the saline solution, pouring it onto the wound to keep it clean whilst they were waiting for the paramedics before Spencer placed the bandages on top and put pressure on the wound.

All eyes snapped to you when you gave a groan as Spencer put more pressure on the wound. “Spence?” You asked, voice thick with sleep. “What you doing? What happened?”

“You passed out from blood loss on the stairs,” Hotch said, “We’ll be talking about that when you’re feeling better. The paramedics should be here soon.”

“I passed out?” You asked, look made eye contact with Morgan - who in this situation managed a teasing smirk. “Oh god, I’m never going to live this down.”

“Mum and Dad are so going to ground you,” Morgan said, motioning to Rossi and then Hotch, who both rolled their eyes.

“In all seriousness,” Hotch said, cutting Derek off as he went to add another comment, “I will be grounding you."

You gave a chuckle, grimacing at the pain that flooded through your side. "Sorry," Hotch said, you shook your head.

"My fault," You admitted, Hotch rolled his eyes.

"Paramedics are three minutes out,"

"That's fine," You said, waving your hand dismissively.

"I'm not sure the blood flow is reducing," Spencer chimed, eyes flicking up to Hotch.

"You sure?" You asked, "Nah, it'll be alright. The writers can't kill off the best looking character. Derek would get too confident,"

Morgan gave a snort, rolling his eyes, "What are you on about?"

"I don't even know," You said with a wince.

Morgan turned to Reid, "Is delusional a symptom of blood loss?" Spencer gently shook his head.

Hotch gave Morgan a look and opened his mouth ready to lecture you both, when the paramedics jogged up the stairs to the jet.

You gave them a small wave, "Oh, hey," Morgan face palmed.

"Can we take a look?" The paramedic asked.

"At least take me to dinner first," You muttered, before giving them a nod. "Yeah, sure,"

"We're going to need to you take to hospital, we'll give you some painkillers to help with the pain, and you'll be taken to surgery,"

"How long is that gonna take?" If Hotch’s glare was anything to go by, that was not the right thing to say. "I mean, thank you."

JJ quickly told the paramedics you had taken some painkillers, they nodded, noting it down. Before they began their work. Soon enough you were in the back of an ambulance with Hotch, high on morphine.

"Morgan’s right," You said, turning to Hotch, patting his arm, "You really are the dad of the team."

"Rossi’s going to be so happy to find out that he's the mum of the team,"

"He does tend to mother hen," You acknowledged, Hotch huffed a laugh.

When the paramedics edged the gurney out of the ambulance, Rossi stood anxiously at the entrance. "Are you okay?" He turned to the paramedics, "Is he okay?"

You and Hotch glanced at each other, you giggling and Hotch trying his best to hold back a laugh.

#whumptober #no. 4 #hidden injury #waking up disoriented #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #david rossi #male reader #x male reader #criminal minds x reader #knife #knives #stab wound #slash wound #blood #blood loss #makeshift bandages #self done first aid #medical inaccuracies #i dont know how morphine works by the way #just roll with it #lol

[hbmmaster]

thoughts on consoles because to me who grew up as a non gamer it sounds like the most obvious scam ever

I grew up on (and still regularly play on) nintendo consoles where the main appeal is the exclusive software which usually there's no reason for it to not also be a PC game other than nintendo just happening to be both a software publisher and a hardware manufacturer, but nintendo consoles also tend to have exclusive features that other hardware straight up can't do, and games are made to take advantage of those things, though this applies much more to handheld consoles than home consoles, since most home console gimmicks could be implemented just as easily with just a special controller made for PC games, and all modern home consoles have controllers you can use with PC games.

the actual draw I think is supposed to just be the convenience of having a dedicated device that's built for playing games and nothing else. it's very much possible to get a PC setup that plays games at the same level of fidelity or higher as current-generation home consoles, but for a home console you just plug it into the tv and it plays games without needing to like install drivers or mess around with graphics settings, and any game it can play is (theoretically) specifically optimized to run on that specific device without additional setup.

but that said if you don't care that much about that (which I do not!) then really the only thing they have going for them again is the exclusive software, which really doesn't have any reason to be exclusive other than just. capitalism. it's kinda like a scam in the way that a streaming service pulling in subscribers with exclusive shows is kinda like a scam, and in both cases there are Certain Methods to get around those things anyway.

[jmrothwell]

We Run Together

(Part 2)

Sweat, salty and pungent, and so overwhelmingly present there would be nowhere to hide from it in the whole building. It’s part of why Willie typically avoided large enclosed crowds like this. Outside the wind could carry the scent away. Especially close to the beach where it’d be replaced with a different sort of salt. 

But as overwhelmingly bad as the sweat was, it was nothing compared to the pheromones. The overall excitement. The flashes of lust and arousal. 

Then to combine all of that with the plethora of smells permeating in every nook and cranny of the building, it was nearly dizzying. 

He didn’t know how the rest of the guy’s could stomach it. The strong eucalyptus oil Reggie had recommended he’d swipe under his nose had worn off and he hadn’t brought nearly enough peppermint candies. If it wasn’t for the fact the guy’s still had a couple more songs in their set Willie would have probably already left. 

Honestly, he still might with how the many smells were starting to make his head ache. He’s sure Alex would understand, Bobby and Reggie too. Luke would eventually get it. 

Yeah, he needed to go, he realized as the thrumming in his head began to go out of sync with the beat of the music. Slowly he moved through the crowds towards the exit, regretting his choice of route every step of the way. Theoretically a straight line was the shortest way. In practice throwing himself deeper into the swarm of writhing bodies and their prominent scents was not the smartest thing to have done. 

Then, somehow, a new scent drifted to him through the crowd, making him stop in his tracks.

No. Scent wasn’t quite right. 

But it wasn’t entirely wrong either. 

Whatever it was, it was faint. Far too faint amongst everything else. No where near strong enough to easily identify, let alone capture his attention like it had.  Not nearly enough to track or follow to its source from within this crowd. 

He should let it be. 

Yet, his feet stayed put as he kept glancing around him. Jostled on occasion by someone dancing or passing through. He should really move. But it was, to say the least, how vaguely familiar this scent was in spite of how faint it was. 

It wasn’t another wolf. Though he still felt like he should recognize it. The only other times any scents had made him feel like this were…

“Hey, you ok?” A hand gripped his shoulder and Alex’s face ducked down into view. 

Willie shook his head, blinking a few times for good measure. When did they finish their set? He couldn’t have been standing here that long?

When the club came back into focus  though, sure enough, the music had switched to a different band. Willie glanced around him ready to tell Alex he was fine or maybe the crowd had overwhelmed him more than he thought it would. But then his eyes caught on Bobby and Reggie. 

The two of them glanced around them like they were looking for something. Bobby’s brows were furrowed in frustration, while Reggie was just plain confused. 

“Wait, can you smell that too?” Willie asked, relieved he hadn’t been imagining things like he’d almost convinced himself. 

“‘M not sure.” Bobby muttered as Reggie wandered further into the crowd. Luke was about to do the same until Alex grabbed him by the back of his shirt. 

“No sense in us all getting lost and distracted.” Alex said even with his own head on a swivel, postured like he too was ready to sprint off as soon as he found what he was looking for. 

In the end none of them could identify or find the source of whatever it was they were smelling. They had to admit defeat after both the smell faded even further into obscurity, no doubt whoever it was having left, and the club closed, kicking them out.

Willie tried to convince himself it was a fluke. That the stress and fumes and atmosphere had gotten to him. The smell meant nothing.

#Just gonna go ahead and skip to after they've already met Willie #Debating if/when I write more if I'll post and link or reblog with this one #julie and the phantoms #werewolf AU #band = pack = QPR #really this part was written because I actually want to write and share a part from later on but wanted to provide some background/context #was this the writing I expected or planned to do today? #No but it is what it is

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - The Science Conference

The Tower - The Science Conference

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2535

Warnings:  smut (MMF bisexual threesome, triple penetration)

Synopsis:  Tony and Bruce attend a Science Conference to support Elise.  After her lecture they have their very own private conference.

Author’s Note: Requested by K-Destiiny on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

The Science Conference

This take place just after The Tower and before the Holiday Special.

Fear of public speaking has long been said to rate higher than any other fear.  Above spiders, incursions from outer space, even death.  As I stood at the podium in front of a crowd of mostly strangers staring up at me - I could see why.

It was stupid really.  With everything I’d been through in my life, you’d think standing up and giving a lecture on spontaneous mutation would have been a cakewalk.  I’d run away from home at seventeen and put myself through college.  I dated not one but two ex-Russian assassins.  I’d been kidnapped and held hostage - and on one occasion I’d infiltrated a HYDRA base and helped take it down.

Yet here I was, standing in front of a full room, just talking about something I had been studying for years, and my heart was hammering so hard that I think I might have been speaking a little too loud just so I could hear myself over it.

In the sea of faces in front of me, most of whom I didn’t know, there were two that I knew very well right at the front, beaming up at me like I was giving a lecture on how I’d personally hung the stars in the sky.

I’d been invited to talk at a Theoretical Evolutionary Genetics at Berkley.  Bruce was speaking soon, and Tony had tagged along out of interest's sake.  At least that’s what he’d said.  I felt like there was some pride in the fact that this was my first big conference lecture, and he wanted to be there for it.

I was glad they were there.  For starters, looking down and seeing them both beaming up at me, had a calming effect.  It wasn’t just that though.  I didn’t get to go out with them very often.  We didn’t date the way most people did and this was an actual trip together to San Francisco.  We were staying in a hotel and going out to dinner together.  We were even going to take a couple of days to do touristy things, despite Tony’s objections.  It was nice seeing them getting recognition for things outside of Avengers stuff too.  Tony did draw attention even here, but it was Bruce who was the star of the show.  Everyone wanted to talk to him, and I loved getting to see that.

Most of all, it felt so fucking good to have two people there to support me like this.  I’d never had that before, and now we were out as being in a relationship, I got to experience something so many people just took for granted.

I finished my lecture to a round of applause and after answering some questions, the room started to empty.  I collected my things and came down to where Tony and Bruce were waiting for me.  They each kissed me and Tony ran his hands down my arms. “That was so great.  I’m dating a genius here,” Tony said.

“Tony, you’ve already heard my lecture.  Every version of it.  Multiple times,” I said, as I took his hand.

“I know,” he said.  “But it’s like I learn something new every time.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Liar.”

“Alright, come on.  Let’s go back to the hotel and change and I’ll take you both out to celebrate a successful presentation,” Tony said.

“I hope you do the same for Bruce tomorrow.  He is the keynote speaker,” I said.

“Oh definitely,” he agreed.  “I have reservations for the best restaurant in the city.”

Bruce blushed softly and shook his head. “You say things like that and I don’t know if you’re joking or not.”

Tony clapped him on the shoulder and wrapped his arm around him. “I wouldn’t joke about that!  Atelier Crenn.  It has three Michelin Stars.  You have to book a year in advance.  Well - if you’re not me.”

“Tony,” Bruce said.  “We don’t have to do anything fancy.”

“I know that,” he said.  “But we’re going to.  You’re worth fawning over too, Brucie Bear.”

That just made Bruce blush more.

The three of us made our way back to the hotel and I started to strip off the grey pantsuit that I'd worn for the lecture.

“What was it you wanted to do while we were here?” Tony asked as he hung up his jacket.

“I wanted to go to Alcatraz.  I wanted to see the sea lions at pier 39 and ride on that big double-decker carousel.  I want to drive past the painted ladies.  Oh - I want to go to the Winchester Mansion,” I said, listing the main things on the list.  We didn’t have a lot of time, but it was better to say what I wanted and run out of time than to risk not even attempt to do them.

Tony groaned and rolled his eyes dramatically.  “Such a tourist…”

“Oh!” I said as I wriggled out of my pants.  “If we had time I’d like to drive down to Santa Cruz.  That’s where they filmed The Lost Boys.”

“We might need to pass on that one, Santa Cruz, Alcatraz, and the Winchester Mansion are full days and we only have a couple to spare,” Bruce said.  He was already down to his boxers and seemed to be deciding what to do next.  “Besides, I’ve seen The Lost Boys and you’ll be wanting to go to the amusement park, and no offense, but I don’t think Hulk will let me ride a rollercoaster.”

“I’ll ride the rollercoaster with Hulk then,” I said and tossed my bra aside.

He looked me up and down as he walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist.  “Hulk thinks he’d rather stay here with you like this.”

“Just the Hulk?” I asked. 

“No,” he said, as he leaned in toward me.  “Not just the Hulk.”

He brought his lips to mine and I wrapped my arms around her neck and ran my hands up into his curls.

“Maybe we can drive out past the painted ladies tonight and go see the sea lions.  I’m pretty sure we can find somewhere to eat there,” Tony said as Bruce and I kissed.

I broke the kiss and Bruce’s lips trailed down to my neck.  I tilted my head back and curled my fingers into his hair.  “We can go to the Hard Rock Cafe,” I joked.

“No we can’t,” Tony countered.  “but I'm sure there will be somewhere we can eat that isn't tacky.”

I started giggling and Bruce guided me back onto the bed.  He looked over at Tony as I crawled into the middle of the king-sized mattress.  “Are you just going to stand there making dinner plans or do you want to join us?”

Tony froze in place and stared at us for a moment.  “Oh yes.  Right.  Private Science Conference.”

He hop-stepped over to us as he shook off his pants and underwear in one go, and dove onto the mattress beside us.  “So what are we doing here?”

“Come on, Tony,” I teased.  “Do we need to have the birds and the bees talk again?”

He laughed and guided my chin back so that I was looking at him.  “Smart ass,” he teased and kissed me.  I kissed back slowly and deeply, and Bruce kissed down my neck to my breasts, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth.  I moaned into the kiss and tugged on Bruce’s hair.

When Bruce pulled back, Tony broke the kiss with me and leaned over to kiss Bruce.  For a moment I was just the filling in their sandwich.  I watched them as I began to stroke their already hardening cocks.  When they were hard in my hands, I wiggled down to the end of the bed and began to suck on both their cocks, moving from one to the other and back again.  They rutted their hips and moaned, and with each thrust, they got closer to each other.  I moved so they could press up against each other with their cocks touching, and I wrapped my hand around them both.

Both men broke the kiss and looked at me.  “Whatcha doing, honey?” Tony asked.

“Just - go back to kissing.  I like that,” I said.

“Me too,” Bruce agreed.

Tony started laughing and began kissing Bruce again.  He looked so cute kissing the other man while his eyes were closed but crinkled at the corners.  I watched them for a little as I pumped my fist up and down the length of their shafts.  When Tony lost himself fully to the moment, I dropped my head down, opened my mouth wide, and began to suck the heads of both their cocks.

I had done this before, with bigger men than Tony and Bruce, but it still wasn’t easy.  It put a strain on my jaw and was difficult to get the angle right.  I couldn’t take them far, only just a little further than just their heads, but they both reacted exactly how I wanted them to.  Each man moaned, and Tony’s hips jerked forward.  Bruce trembled and his hand went to my hair, his fingers flexing as his legs shook.  I bobbed my head up and down as best I could, moaning and drooling down their shafts.  Precome began to leak from the tips and mixed with my saliva so it fell from my lips.  I moaned around them and dug my fingers into their thighs.

“El… El, honey,” Bruce moaned, breaking the kiss with Tony.  “I can’t… please.”

I pulled back and crawled back up, so I was straddling his hips and looking down at him.  He was taking slow, uneven breaths, and his pupils were blown out, with a slightly wild panicked look.  I pushed my fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp.

“Is he right there?” I asked.

He nodded.  “Just - that was a lot.”

“I trust you both, B,” I said.  “I know he won’t take over because I know he loves me and doesn’t want to hurt me.  But what can I do for you?”

“I just want to …” he rolled his hips and his cock rubbed against my soaking cunt.  He moaned and bucked up under me.

I took hold of his shaft and raised myself up, hovering over it.  “This?” I asked

He pushed up, the head of his cock penetrating me and he grabbed my hips and pulled me down on it.  I gasped and squeezed around him.

Tony moved behind us.  “What if I fuck you, while Elly rides you?” Tony asked.

Bruce shook his head and groaned.  The sound came out in stereo, both him and Hulk at the same time. “That’s too much.  Still getting used to more than one of you at a time.”

“That's okay, Bear,” Tony said.  “What about we both fuck her at the same time. You'd love that, wouldn't you, Elly?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, sitting back against Tony and swirling my hips.  Tony ran his arms around my rib cage and cupped my breasts, and for a moment, Bruce didn't say anything.  He just lay there staring up at me through lust-blown eyes.  A ring of iridescent green had started to glow around the small line of brown visible in his irises.  Hulk was well and truly part of this too, and we needed to carefully balance things.  I trusted Hulk to not want to hurt me, but if Bruce got too excited, he could slip by accident.

Bruce squeezed his eyes closed and took three deep breaths.  When he opened them again he looked calmer.  He nodded. “Yeah.  Both of us.”

I rolled my hips on his lap, and took his hands, putting them on my breasts with Tony’s.  He gazed up at me as I moved in a slow figure of eight and Tony kissed my neck.  His chest was slowly rising and falling but he looked a lot calmer than he had a moment ago.

Tony pulled away and went to the side table and fished out the lube we’d hidden there.  When he returned, I pushed myself down flush with Bruce and nuzzled into his neck.  Bruce wrapped his arms around me and slowly smoothed his palms up and down my back.  Tony squeezed lube onto my ass and generously slicked his cock.  He pressed the head against my asshole and pushed in slowly.

I moaned and pressed my face into Bruce’s neck.  I breathed deep, willing myself to relax through the burn in my ass and the overly full feeling.  This wasn’t new to me, but it still took a moment to adjust.

I started to move between them, shifting up and down on their cocks.  They took the lead, each thrusting up into me.  As the burn and the pain of them both fucking me faded back and pleasure started to take over, I pushed myself up so that I could look down at Bruce.

“Feel good, B?” I breathed.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed.  “So good.  It always does, El.  God, I can feel Tony.”

Tony groaned behind me and braced a hand on my shoulder. “I love feeling you through her, Bear,” he groaned.  “Fuck… Love being inside you, El.”

I leaned back against Tony and tilted my head.  His hand went to my jaw and we kissed.

As we did, Bruce pushed himself up and began to suckle on my breasts.  Moving from one to the other and back again.  My nipples hardened and an ache spread through them, blending with the warm current that was flowing up from my core.  My moans easily drowned out the soft grunts and choked sounds Tony and Bruce were making.  I felt like an overwound spring, ready to snap.  I broke the kiss with Tony and began to kiss Bruce.  Tony’s hand moved into my hair, and he pulled on it.  The sharp tug on my scalp was enough to send me spiraling over.  I cried out and clenched up around them both, my whole body trembling with it.

Bruce groaned and arched his back.  He squeezed his eyes tight, and he shuddered under me.  When he opened his eyes again, they flashed green, and with a roar, he shoved up into me and came.

Tony kept thrusting.  I kept rocking my hips, squeezing around Bruce’s pulsing cock.  “Fuck, Tony, please,” I begged.  “I want to feel you.  I want your come inside me.  Please.”

Tony grunted and jerked forward as his orgasm hit and came inside me. “Fuck, El,” he moaned.  “Such a dirty mouth.”

“It’s not that dirty,” I argued. “I bet you’ve heard worse.”

He laughed as he pulled out of me.  “You’re probably right.”  He sat at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily as I lay down on Bruce.  Bruce hummed and trailed his fingers up and down my back as I slowly came down from my orgasm high.

After a little bit, Tony gave my ass a playful swat.  “Alright, come on, you two.  We need a shower after that.  We have places to be.”

I laughed and climbed off Bruce, and we followed Tony into the bathroom so we could wash up to go out.

~ END ~ 

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Notes- Dan Feng & Scientist (Prequel to Reason)

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Recovery date: April 22nd, 2024

Description: Hello I'm the one who requested the story where the reader is Dan Feng's child and I really liked it, I'm not exactly asking for a part two but rather a prequel exploring the relationship of Dan Feng and the reader's mother before the reader was born, of that's alright with you that is.

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I hope you don't mind this being in headcanon format, it was the easiest way for me to write this.

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Reader's mother was a scientist who was best friends with a Vidyadhara/human couple

She was friends with Yingxing who introduced her to Dan Feng

She brought it up completely off handedly while doing theoretical research on it and Dan Feng was like “let me know of I can help”

Seriously, Dan Feng was willing to bring Baiheng back to life, he would definitely help a researcher try and give biological children to Vidyadhara

To ensure the fewest repercussions from their work, the child is mostly human (using the scientists DNA) with select sections of Vidyadhara DNA (Dan Feng)

Essentially they made sure the child would have a mortal life span and wouldn't inherit any of Dan Feng's abilities, but that when applied to couples the child would be no different from a naturally conceived offspring

I think their relationship was very friendly, the scientist definitely became close with all of the High Cloud Quintet

Dan Feng could have just received regular updates, but he tried to be as involved as possible

He would visit the lab with lunch and have the scientist explain what was going on, he was super excited when the fetus started to develop from the initial cluster of cells

If you’ve ever see the episode from “Bones” where Brennan asks Booth to father a child for her, that’s basically these two but without the romantic feelings

I imagine the scientist at some point the scientist got married and Dan Feng would attend

When reader’s mother dies, Dan Feng organizes her funeral according to her wishes

The scientist dies kind of young in the same event that killed Baiheng, the war against Shuhu, so Dan Feng tried to both bring her back so she could finish her work and bring Baiheng back

I mentioned in the fic that the hybrids development is super slow, Dan Feng is the only reason the project wasn’t terminated after the scientists death

The scientist sets up automatons to run everything, in case of her untimely demise, and Dan Feng just has to keep an eye on everything because at this point it really is just a waiting game

Then he gets executed and Jing Yuan keeps the project going both because he believes in the idea, and to honor his two friends

The child finishes gestating, as indicated by predicted vital signs and brain activity, around the same time Dan Heng is born (aka Dan Feng is reincarnated)

Obviously this experiment doesn't produce a viable way for Vidayadhara's to have children, the gestation time for the child is too long, and maybe there's ways to make it viable but no one's allowed to look into it for the same reason searching for immortality is banned

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