#anyway if you're gonna try to argue with me then at least read the whole thing first

[youremyonlyhope]

In Defense of Tolya/Inej

(A long rambling essay exploring asexuality, "shipping wars," and the effect that constant cancellations has had on fandom. 4600 words. I'm not even sorry that it's long. There's a tldr at the end.)

Let's start this off by saying I am asexual. Or demisexual... greysexual... aceflux... the point is I am on the asexual spectrum. I don't know where precisely. I don't personally think it really matters for me to specifically define it. I am somewhere over there. I also consider myself to be somewhere on the aromantic spectrum (for that one I'm 90% sure I lean toward greyromantic).

All of this is to say: asexuality and aromanticism are both spectrums. They are umbrella terms. There are subgroups within them to help describe the range of the spectrum, but if people want to just use asexual or aromantic to describe themselves then they can. Where I fall is different from where someone else falls, and that's different from where another person falls, and that's probably different from the person reading this if you are ace and/or aro too. And it's different for Tolya. There isn't one aroace experience and there isn't one type of aroace representation.

A little more about me. I am also mixed race. More specifically Black and white like Jesper, but mixed people of all races know the shared experiences of feeling like we're between two worlds. It's not as obvious in the show (I can't remember if it's even mentioned but I can see that some fans don't seem to know), but in in the books Tamar and Tolya are half-Shu and half-Ravkan. Also, I am a twin. I am a girl with a boy twin. My twin brother is a foot taller than me. So, Tamar and Tolya's existence in the Grishaverse speak to MY SOUL. Tamar, Tolya, and Jesper make me feel like so many parts of myself are represented on these pages.

Moving on from my background. Just another reminder that ace is a spectrum. Aro is a spectrum. Life. Is. A. Spectrum.

Onto the actual topic: Tolya. In the books, Tolya doesn't have any love interests. He also notably says "I have my faith, my books. I've never wanted more," in Rule of Wolves. This leads many fans to headcanon him as ace, aro, or aroace. I headcanon him as aroace too. I loved that one almost throwaway line and it made me feel even more connected to Tolya. I recently reread the Shadow and Bone trilogy and it renewed my love for Tolya. The perfect casting of Lewis Tan also reignited my excitement for seeing this character that I adore appear onscreen.

It seems, from the scene of Tolya helping Inej onto the boat, that the show will explore the possibility of Tolya and Inej being together. THIS IS OK. This is ok specifically because THE STORY IS NOT OVER.

I find that when I am worried about something, going over worst case scenarios and best case scenarios can help me calm down. Let's list a few possibilities of where this will lead:

Tolya and Inej fall in love. Inej forgets Kaz exists. Tolya's possible aroace-ness is never acknowledged. They spend all their time kissing and having sex, never again hunting slavers or reciting poetry ever. If Inej and Kaz meet again, she'll break his heart because they'll never get together. Kaz dies alone. Tolya and Inej then have 20 kids.

Tolya develops (or has already developed) a crush on Inej. It's understandable, she helped save his life and they fought well together against Ohval. Tolya is a very outwardly affectionate person: he's open about his feelings (hence the constant poetry recitation), he loves to care for the people around him (sharing food with multiple characters, helping Jesper with Wylan), he values his blade (his hallucination nightmare is Tamar dying on his blade, he doesn't notice people ducking out of the way of his handle), and he is incredibly spiritual (praying in Shu-Han, but many more examples in the books, the show has barely touched the surface of his spirituality). He is nearly the polar opposite of Kaz, and Inej has said that Kaz cannot give her what she wants, so that probably draws Inej towards Tolya. They get closer after spending time at sea, and they start a relationship. They stay together through the end of the show. Kaz either stays alone or finds someone else. Tolya's aroace-ness is never acknowledged.

Everything from #2, except they don't stay together through the end of the show. Inej realizes that despite Tolya being able to give her what she thinks Kaz can't, she still wants Kaz. And Kaz, now having been away from Inej for a period of time and possibly working through some of his touch aversion and other anxieties, wants to try to meet Inej somewhere in the middle after knowing with it's like to almost lose her to someone else. She accepts Kaz, leaves Tolya, and Tolya is fine with it (because I can't imagine Tolya ever holding a grudge for that). Tolya's aroace-ness isn't never acknowledged, but is probably somewhat implied (something along the lines of telling Inej the "faith and books" line to reassure her).

Everything from #2, but this time Tolya is the one who realizes that this might not be what he wants. Maybe he realizes that he has romantic feelings for Inej but not sexual. Maybe he realizes that he has sexual feelings for Inej but not romantic. Maybe he realizes his feelings for Inej are purely platonic and the intensity comes from his gratitude for saving him. Or maybe the intensity comes from them connecting through their spirituality. This could either lead to Inej feeling sad and rejected and turning to Kaz for some comfort, OR she just agrees that the feelings aren't the same as what she had for Kaz. Kaz has now worked through some of his trauma. So they end the relationship, Toya is happy with his faith and books, and Inej reconnects with Kaz romantically.

The look that Tolya gave Inej wasn't from some sort of romantic interest, but instead intrigue at the chance of getting to know her better. They become best friends with their bond starting from their mutual love for blades and their spirituality. They become the blade fighting duo we never knew we needed. The show never mentions his sexuality, he just stays single.

Same as #5, but they also Tolya say the "faith and books" line and confirm he's aroace.

The show sees the negative response from some fans and does a complete 180, never addressing the possibility Tolya and Inej again. I do not want this to happen. Not because I like Tolnej, but because I hate that fan response and pandering has become a thing in the current age of social media and letting fans influence media. It completely ruined the Rise of Skywalker. I fully believe it's influenced RTD's Doctor Who (I can go more in depth on that another time). Looking at these examples, I would rather the Shadow and Bone writers continue with whatever storyline they already have planned rather than shift to appease some of the fans, even if that planned storyline isn't something I will like. People need to remember that the fans who care enough to speak on social media, both positively and negatively, only make up a small percentage compared to the entire viewership. So I definitely do not want them to take fan response into account when planning the show. Leigh is an executive producer, so I trust she wouldn't let them explore something with her characters and her world that she wouldn't mind seeing herself.

Kaz, in my headcanon, also falls somewhere on the asexual spectrum. Whether it's because of his touch aversion or if that's just a part of it, I do think he's somewhat asexual. While most of us are ace just because we're ace, there are some people who are ace due to past trauma and I've imagined Kaz falls in that category. To me, subtly in the books but definitely in the show, Inej desires a sexual relationship and she's well aware that Kaz doesn't want that. Her hallucination, which I see so many Kanej fans gif'ing and fangiring over, would never happen at this point in Kaz's life. Inej realizes it in the moment, and that's how she knows it isn't real. Tolya is literally using his Heartrender abilities to try to slow down the effects of the poison before succumbing to the horror of his hallucination, but it's Inej who snaps out of her hallucination first BECAUSE she knows what she's seeing is not possible. It's different from Jesper, who knows his hallucination isn't real since his mom is gone and yet still wants to stay in it, because Inej knows this could theoretically happen, but also knows that Kaz would never let it happen. She doesn't even let herself enjoy the hallucination the way Jesper did because it's something she doesn't think she can ever have with Kaz. There is a very real possibility that the show could ultimately decide (after some combination of the earlier scenarios in my list) that Tolnej doesn't work/doesn't happen AND then that Inej and Kaz will never have any sort of relationship either. They could all end up single or with other characters. Even at the end of Crooked Kingdom, the Kanej relationship is still somewhat ambiguous. They hold hands, she says she's not ready to give up on him, and he helped find her family, but they aren't explicitly in love. I wouldn't be surprised if the show goes the book route and leaves Kanej ambiguous yet hopeful at the end.

BONUS! Just because I think it'd be fun. Make Tolya canonically aromantic and just care deeply and platonically for Inej, but maybe he can still fulfill Inej's desire for a sexual relationship since he can be demi or greysexual or even asexual with a libido. Kaz may never fully stop being touch averse, which is perfectly fine, and he and Inej connect romantically with a fulfilling life of love. And then Kaz and Tolya get to bond deeply platonically over their mutual love for life's beauty (poetry and Inej). Make them some sort of triad that mixes and fulfills everyone's romantic, sexual, and platonic needs. It's a win-win-win for all three. It doesn't have to be a love triangle, Inej has two hands. Do I expect the show to go in this direction? No. Would I love to see it? Yes.

Obviously I'm exaggerating scenerio #1 on purpose. Because that exaggeration is what I imagine people to seem to think the show is leading to based on how intense their responses have been so far. I also tried to address some other things I've seen people freaking out about when making the scenarios, like how Kaz will react to Tolya or worrying if Tolya being aroace will ever be acknowledged in the show.

What do I think is most likely to happen? Honestly, scenario #3 or #4. Maybe #6. That's why I'm not freaking out. Yes I ship Kanej, yes I think Tolya is aroace, but I also like the idea of them exploring Tolnej and I think either #3 or #4 would be fun to see. While the show strays from the books in a lot of ways, I don't think they'll stray from the final relationships by the end of it.

At the end of Ruin and Rising, Mal and Alina get to leave, get married, and live an ordinary life full of ordinary things. I LOVE the ending (apparently that's another controversial opinion I have about the Grishaverse) but that didn't happen in the show. Yet. The show has separated Mal and Alina so that Mal can figure out who he is without his tracking and so they can find out if they love each other for each other, or if it was just destiny that pulls them together. This is not in the book at all. And yet I love it. It can lead to strengthening their relationship since I trust the show will still end eventually with them together, hopefully with their ordinary ending. I think the show is doing the same thing with Kanej. The "I'll have you without your armor or not at all" conversation actually came towards the end of the duology, but the show moved it much earlier. I like that they did because this gives them something to build up from. Another reason I like scenarios #3 and #4 is because they still give Kaz the opportunity take what Inej said to heart and try to live without his armor. At the end of Crooked Kingdom, he takes off his glove and holds Inej's hand, but he is not at that point in the show yet. He will be eventually. And knowing that Inej might move on with Tolya can give him more reason to work to get to that point. I don't think the show is telling us Kanej will never happen, I think the possibility of Tolnej is the same as them separating Malina. I believe they will all come back together.

And if any of my listed scenarios do happen: THAT DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN TOLYA'S SEXUALITY IS ERASED.

Sexuality in the Grishaverse is never defined. The fans can make inferences based on the relationships that Leigh gives her characters, but they don't define the characters' sexualities with labels in the books. This is because in the Grishaverse, labels as we know them don't seem to exist. You can kind of think of it in the way that we should treat LGBT+ people in history: we can give them labels of what we would consider them to be in our current era, but we'll never truly know what they would have labeled themselves because either they were closeted or there were just no labels for their sexualities at the time. And when they did have labels, they often called themselves things that many LGBT+ people would never use today. I look at the Grishaverse characters' sexualities in a similar way; they don't label themselves, and we can make assumptions based on the labels we would use, but they will never be explicitly canon unless Leigh puts it in the books.

For example, Hanne in Rule of Wolves (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THIS PARAGRAPH) Leigh uses "she/her" pronouns for them up until the last part of the book, and then Leigh is careful to NEVER use any pronouns for Hanne again. The fandom assumes Hanne identifies as a transman from that point on or maybe nonbinary, but we really don't know for sure yet because it happened so late in the book. The Grishaverse wiki uses "they/them" pronouns for Hanne precisely because we don't know what they prefer. All we know is that they always felt uncomfortable when they presented as a girl, and they enjoyed Tailoring themself to be more masculine. Maybe in future books we will get a definite answer as to whether they are a transman or nonbinary, but for now we technically don't know. But out of respect, the fandom has agreed to use they/them for Hanne. (RULE OF WOLVES SPOILERS ARE DONE)

So, if Tolya does have a relationship with Inej at some point in the show, whether or not it lasts, it doesn't erase the possibility of Tolya being on the asexual and/or aromantic spectrums. The show and books are never going to give him a definitive label. He could be demisexual/romantic and figure out after forming a bond with Inej that he has sexual or romantic feelings for her. Or he could be greysexual/romantic, which has a purposefully wide definition (rare specific circumstance that he desires having a relationship, weak attraction or difficulty telling it apart from platonic feelings, etc), and his experiences with Inej could fall into one of those categories. In these cases, we'd probably get a scene where he'd say something like "I've always thought I only needed my books and faith, but after getting to know you, Inej, I have never felt this way before and I don't think I'll ever feel this way again." This would still be representation for people who fall along the middle of the aroace spectrum, but not those at the furthest edge. If the relationship doesn't last and through it he realizes that he's sure that these are things he's not interested in, then that represents every aroace person who had to go through that before coming to terms with their sexuality. It's not erasure. Maybe it doesn't specifically represent YOU if you consider yourself aroace, but it definitely represents SOMEONE who does (I'd find it very relatable).

And all of this goes back to something I mentioned at the start: the show is not DONE. If it gets renewed, which it likely will, then there is more to see. To me, the people I see freaking out about the possibility of Tolnej, whether it's because they ship Kanej and don't want a triangle or because they don't want Tolya's sexuality to be "erased," are reacting the way you'd usually see people react if the show ended at this point. But it probably will not. And then when I see posts from the people who are thinking ahead, they seem to only be considering scenario #1 and not realizing there are a multitude of directions for the show to go in. It's not worth freaking out over. Plus, there's always the saying "don't like don't read," so if you find you really are disliking even the possibility that any scenario I listed could come true, you can just not watch the show and pretend it doesn't exist. The books are never changing. Even if the show changes everything, even if they have Alina end up with Jesper or Wylan end up with Nadia or Zoya marry a volcra or any other ridiculous outcome that utterly changes the show's canon, the book's canon will never change. You can always turn to the books if things don't ultimately turn out in a way you want them to.

Also, why am I seeing people complain that fans are writing fanfiction already about Tolnej? Why are you complaining about what other fans are doing that has zero affect on you? Fanfiction is not just for the canon ships. It's not even just for shipping in general, but it's definitely not reserved to the ships that are canon. You can write fanfiction for any ship you want to. Shipping wars have never truly made sense to me, but maybe that's because my first big online fandom was Glee and the ships were constantly changing and switching around so there was no point in putting too much effort into arguing because it may all change in the next episode anyway. Yes, we had lots of ship wars, but when people shipped the most random "crackships" possible then the appropriate response for most people was "wow, they really ship that, weird" and then to move on. Let people write fanfics. That's why AO3 exists. You can just write whatever you like. And yes of course a new crop of fans hate AO3, which is a whole other issue I cannot wrap my head around, but the point is to just let people write the fanfic they want to write and make the fanart they want to. Someone has already made a Tolnej fanvid on YouTube? Wow that's incredible since they did it so quickly! Malina on the moon AU? Cool throw in some sun and moon jokes! Do you think that Wylan and Hershaw would be best friends? Go for it, they'll probably blow everything up! The Darkling and Mal and Alina incest AU fic? Not my cup of tea but you do you and I just won't read it. People will write what they want to, and they aren't hurting anyone in the process, so if you don't want to see it then don't read it.

I see people complaining that shipping wars will begin to start after this fandom had been so peaceful for years. Honestly, the only reason there weren't shipping wars before this was because Six of Crows didn't have enough characters and possible ships to have a war over. Mixing with Shadow and Bone earlier in the timeline has opened up the possibilities. You know how to prevent shipping wars? Just don't fight with people who ship the things that you don't ship. Don't engage. If you see a Tolnej fanfiction, don't tell the author "Ew I hate Tolnej. You shouldn't have written this." just don't read it. Or if you do read it and still don't like it, then move on. If someone who ships Tolnej comes on a Kanej post and starts saying Tolnej is better, or vice versa, you can press the block button. Or you can just not respond to them. A shipping war doesn't start if you don't fight in it. There can just be people who ship Tolnej, people who ship Kanej, people who ship all 3 of them together, and everyone can just choose what they want to interact with and scroll past what they don't.

When it comes to Avatar: The Last Airbender, I am a gigantic Zutara shipper, and the Zutara vs Kataang ship war was infamously a bad one, but I just try not to engage in it. I know my ship isn't canon. Sure, I'll complain that it's not canon, maybe say "Oh in this scene they were so in love" and think about what could have been, but then I just go read Zutara fanfics. If you don't want to see shipping wars, don't participate. Ignore it. Move on.

But you know what? I think I know what the ultimate source of this is, or at least one of the sources. I've been seeing similar uproars in the Stranger Things and Umbrella Academy fandoms this year. Both are fandoms that also tend to skew younger than myself. I think fans, especially younger fans, are now reacting in these intense ways as a defense mechanism because so many shows get cancelled early. They're preparing in advance for this to be the last of whatever media they love, they're preparing for this to be canon forever, and they aren't happy.

Using Stranger Things as my example, I saw it happen when people were mad that Will didn't come out as gay at the end of Season 4 and that Mike didn't fall in love with him. I get that you guys ship them, and I love Will and want him to be happy, but just because it didn't happen in Season 4 doesn't mean it's not going to happen. First of all, Will is a 14 year old kid in the 1986 from a small town in Indiana that can barely handle Dungeons and Dragons and he's already been bullied at school for possibly being gay, coming out is not as easy as it is today. Reagan only just acknowledged AIDS one year earlier. Even Robyn hasn't come out to anyone but Steve. If they had thrown in Will coming out amongst the chaos of Elle fighting Vecna and trying to save Max, I know people would complain that it got shoehorned in as an afterthought. And because it didn't happen at all, people are complaining about that too. I know people will always complain about something, but I'm sure that fewer fans would complain if they didn't have the fear of cancellation instilled in them. Sure, Stranger Things would never get cancelled before finishing the planned story, but these fans are just used to feeling that the end of each season of every show could possibly be The End, and then complain about the loose ends accordingly.

That's what I think I'm seeing from the people who are upset about the possibility of Tolya and Inej being together. The show will probably be renewed, but it's not guaranteed. If it were to end right now, then yeah, fans who only watch the show would assume Inej and Kaz will never be together, that Tolya is interested Inej, and they'd have no idea that he's implied to be aroace in the books. But here's the thing: if you read the books, you know none of this is true. In the books, Tolya is aroace representation. In the books, Kaz and Inej are implied to have a romantic future. Why does it matter to you and your life if some people who watch the show don't know about the parts of the books that haven't happened yet? The fans who are mad about this change are all book fans because we're the ones who know it's a change. If we don't like the change, we can always choose to only acknowledge the books. The books can't be cancelled. The books are not going to change. Even if the show goes in directions you don't like, you can always take solace in the books.

Also, I see way too many people complaining about Tolya and Inej who have only read SoC/CK but not any of the books that Tolya actually appears in.

I'm nearly done. I wanted to address the aroace fans who are sad because they saw themselves in Tolya and now feel he doesn't represent them. I'm sorry that a character you connected to doesn't touch you the same way in the show as they did in the book. But you can't say Tolya isn't aroace representation in the show, at least not yet. At this point, he doesn't represent YOU and you definitely deserve representation, but he does represent SOMEONE. And hopefully he will continue to represent someone. So many aroace people had relationships with people they cared about and thought they felt romantic or sexual love for, before they eventually realized they were aroace. If this ends up as Tolya's story, then that rings true to SO MANY people. As I keep repeating, the show is not over, this could be leading to one of the scenarios where Tolya figures out that he is aroace through pursuing a relationship with Inej. He could already be demi or grey and it just hasn't come up in the show yet, but meeting Inej is one of the few times in his life that he does feel romantic and/or sexual attraction. Or, the look he gave her was just platonic and he's excited to have her aboard the Volkvolny.

We don't know for sure. It's better to just let the show's story unfold and remember that you will always have the books you love, rather than waste energy worrying about where the show is heading.

So yeah. I love Tolya. I love the idea of Tolnej. I love any plot point that can put more Tolya on my screen. I am greyromantic and demi/grey/flux/asexual/whatever and I personally like where they're taking his character and I want to see what it leads to. I hope it ultimately leads to him staying on the asexual and aromantic spectrums, but we don't know for sure right now. We just need to wait and see.

Also, don't tag any hate posts for the ship in the Tolya Yul-Bataar, Tolnej, Tolya x Inej, and Inej x Tolya tags. That's just fandom etiquette 101.

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tl;dr:

1) The show isn't done yet and we don't know where it's heading. 2) The show can be heading in a bunch of different directions, including keeping Tolya as aroace and having Kanej be canon. 3) Asexuality and aromanticism are spectrums and umbrella terms, so Tolya could be with Inej and still be considered aroace. 4) This isn't erasing aroace representation because there will still be aroace people who will feel represented by him. 5) The books are not going away so if worst comes to worst, he'll still always be aroace representation in the books.

#tolya yul bataar #grishaverse #shadow and bone #inej ghafa #sab spoilers #shadow and bone spoilers #anyway if you're gonna try to argue with me then at least read the whole thing first #i try to anticipate things people will ask about or argue against when i write stuff like this. so at least read it if you wanna argue. #since i likely tried to touch on whatever point you wanted to make. if not then cool. #if you don't wanna read the whole thing and if even the tldr is too long for you then just don't try to argue #also my anon is off. it hasn't been turned on in years. so. yay. #my replies are also off unless i follow you or you've followed me for a week. but not because of this post. #it's because i had a racist call me the N-word over House of the Dragon. so. i got bigger things to worry about. #oh especially listen to that last point and don't tag any hate. notice i didn't tag this as kanej. #this isn't even kanej hate. this isn't remotely kanej hate. you can see from my SoC duology review post #i ship kanej. i like kanej. but i still didn't tag it. this will show up in searches because i said kanej throughout. #but it's not going to show up in the kanej tag. because i just don't want to open that can of worms. #anyway i spent like... 7 total hours writing this over the course of this afternoon and evening #when i get in the zone i get in the zone

[vulture-writes-stuff]

Hello, Can I request Shane, Harvey and Elliott (separately) with a Cocky M! Reader who likes to tease them.

Shane Harvey and Elliott my beloveds!!! Good taste anon

I was literally just replying the game again recently and I married Elliott, he's so fkin sweet it kills me. Maybe I'm just a big sap tbh

Various X Cocky Male Reader Headcanons

Partner who likes to tease them

Shane

➵ He hates it. Okay, no he doesn't, but he does at first.

➵ Shane is the only person in Pelican town who doesn't care about the new farmer, and of course he's the only one the new farmer wants to talk to.

➵ "Workin' hard or hardly workin'?" You'd say without fail every time you were in the saloon together, before you bought him a drink.

➵ Shane tells you to stop, and eventually you do. And then he realizes that he didn't want you to stop, so he tries to figure out how to say that he didn't mind your teasing.

➵ You give him a basket of hot peppers as a gift. He drops one of them. You say "This is why we can't have nice things, Shane!" with that grin on your face. He can't help but grin back.

➵ Then he notices the bouquet stashed inside. Your teasing is even more endearing when you're in an actual relationship, even if it is still slightly annoying. It's one of your charms.

➵ You drink together one night, new years eve. It doesn't hurt to treat yourself every once in a while, though you've clearly never handled alcohol well. Shane has to carry you home, and the whole time you're babbling about where you two should go for your honeymoon.

➵ You're not even engaged, but he's too drunk to argue. Shane stays the night in your place, and your cat sleeps on top of him. He wakes up first with a throbbing headache, and decides that laying on the cold floor is better than on a bed or sofa.

➵ He's amazed that you get up to do farm work, and even stop to make him a coffee. You may be hungover as hell, but you're dedicated.

➵ "You look like hell," He quips, and you laugh. "Thanks, it's natural." Shane kind of regrets being so cold to you... At least you're patient, even if you are a bit of a bastard.

Elliott

➵ An artist with no muse is hardly an artist. That's what he thinks, anyways, as he goes over his writing notes a thousand times. He meets you on the bridge to the beach.

➵ He mispronounces his own name. He'd been reading a few seconds prior, so he repeats the last words on his mind, while trying to say his name. He calls himself Ellie. You laugh. "Nice to meet you, Ellie. That's my new permanent nickname for you."

➵ Elliott is only monetarily annoyed. Then he realizes he's completely enamored by your little mischievous smile, staring at where you were a few seconds ago even after you leave.

➵ "You're cute when you're focused." You say one day, when he'd invited you into his cabin to wait out the rain. "You crinkle your nose when you're thinking hard."

➵ He hadn't even realized. Wait, had you called him cute? He can hardly focus on his work now, damn you!

➵ He's in Pierre's shop buying a bouquet the same day you are, and you tease him for not making plans with you so you could've coordinated better. Your first date was properly coordinated.

➵ Elliott takes you out on his newly repaired boat, and drops one of the oars into the water by the dock. It's fairly easy to fish out, but of course he's never going to hear the end of it.

➵ "Butterfingers," You click your tongue in mock disapproval.

➵ He rolls his eyes back at you.

➵ Elliott has never been so inspired before - he finishes his book within the year, and of course one of the main characters has your cockiness. You're his new muse. A muse covered in dirt that brings him fresh pomegranates and the occasional feather.

Harvey

➵ You call him "Doc" even after he introduces himself to you. He doesn't really mind, a lot of people do. Being a farmer, you're one of his more frequent patients.

➵ "Give it to me straight, doc, am I gonna live?" You ask one time as he bandages your arm. You'd been attacked by one of your chickens. Harvey only snorts.

➵ Harvey is just happy to see you unhurt, not only because you stop by every so often to bring him a coffee. He likes coffee.

➵ "You're such a nerd," You tease at one point, but he's not bothered. Somehow, you've wormed your way into his heart with your... Natural charm.

➵ Harvey comes downstairs one evening to a bouquet of flowers on the front counter, along with a jar of pickled vegetables and a card. He knows who it's from, he knows your handwriting. He sends you a thank you letter, one that details all his feelings for you.

➵ You tell him the very next day it's currently pinned to your fridge. He's embarrassed. You can tell.

➵ Despite your habit of teasing him, you never pick on his failed pilot dreams. He appreciates it.

➵ You ask him to talk about things he likes. He rambles on for a very long time, and you're clearly happy to listen even if you don't understand. You call him an adorable dork with nothing but affection in your voice.

➵ Harvey briefly worries that he might faint.

➵ At least you're strong enough to catch him.

I always choose the orange cat in Stardew sorry dog lovers

Elliott calling me his wonderful man really transes my gender. Also Harvey telling me I look handsome

#fanfic #x reader #writers on tumblr #x male reader #stardew harvey #stardew shane #stardew elliott #stardew x reader #stardew x male reader #x m!reader #male reader #fluff #headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley #writing requests

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 3A Fluffy

Part 3B Smutty

Eddie couldn't believe his life right now. Steve. His Steve. Could he say his Steve? Part of him felt like he could. But mostly that he could not. Because he only got this far thanks to Kas.

"You're welcome."

"I didn't say thank you."

"You're welcome anyway. Thanks to me, we can call Steve ours."

Eddie covered his face in his hands. "No, no we can't."

Kas frowned but didn't argue. He already knew Eddie's mind. Knew why he was still hesitating. Even when they could still taste Steve on their lips. Speaking of...

"Hey, what's cookin' good lookin'."

"Uh, cereal and milk", Dustin replied from next to Steve. He even shook the box. "Plenty more if you're hungry."

"I can't believe he's really alive", El said, setting eyes on him for the first time ever. She had heard what happened, the whole story.

"You can feel it too, right?", Will asked.

Her eyes narrowed as she took Kas in. "I do. There's a connection."

"So could you break it?", Mike asked. "Because if he's like how Will was a few years ago, then Vecna can see everything."

"Which means the flayer can too", Dustin added.

"Have you contacted them at all?", Robin asked, her gaze suspicious.

"As per our agreement, I have not." Kas slid into the seat next to Steve at the table. "Wouldn't wanna spoil our deal."

"I don't know what breaking the connection would do", El finally spoke up again. "You said Henry brought you back. That he put you together."

Lucas immediately put it together. "If Vecna is the glue then when he's gone-"

"You won't be", Steve finished, eyes full of worry.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it darlin'." Kas curled some of Steve's hair around his finger.

"Don't tell me not to worry about something this serious. I just-we just got you back."

Robin cleared her throat and Steve remembered there were other people in the room.

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"Are we gonna talk about you and Kas?", Lucas asked.

"There's really not much to say", Steve replied.

"Except how he's being super nice to you. Nicer than Eddie ever was", Dustin pointed out.

The three of them were doing some much needed grocery shopping. Jonathan, Robin, and Argyle were keeping watch over Kas at the moment.

"He's...different, for sure." Steve pushed ahead with the cart, trying to keep the kids from seeing his face. He couldn't just say 'oh yeah, we have the hots for each other but are trying to keep it under wraps because we've already got other things to worry about'.

Dustin and Lucas shared a look. While Steve was gathering essentials, they made the excuse of going to get snacks to get away from him.

"I think we need to consider the possibility of Kas trying to trick Steve", Dustin said.

"I mean it only makes sense. He's basically flirting with him all the time. I bet he's trying to weaken us one by one. And he's starting with Steve cause he thinks he's an easy target."

"I mean he is. He knows Eddie the least. And let's be honest, not a lot goin' on up here", Dustin tapped his temple.

"But we're not gonna be fooled", Lucas said.

They returned to the house, two of them on a mission but already caught off guard when Kas jumped up at Steve, book in hand.

"You like this book!?"

"The Phantom Tollbooth? Yeah. I like the word play."

"Stevie you are a man after my unbeating heart."

"Never thought a vampire from the Upside Down would be into reading", Lucas said.

Steve made a face. "That was more Eddie than Kas."

"That was what?"

"How can you tell?", Robin asked.

Steve shrugged. "I mean they're both still the same person it's just.... it's hard to explain. But sometimes they switch."

"We're reading this tonight", Eddie said, holding the novel to his chest.

"And only reading", Robin warned him.

Eddie followed behind Steve to help put the groceries away. But it only took one pun about canned corn and Steve was being pressed against the fridge. Eddie had made the joke and had even pushed Steve toward the appliance but he could tell he was being kissed by Kas right now.

It wasn't hard to understand why. Doing something like this with people just on the other side of the wall was quite daring, even for Eddie. He could also tell because Kas bit him more. He nibbled at his lips and his neck and while he didn't complain about the restricted diet, Steve wondered if he seriously needed blood and guts to survive.

"Bite me", he whispered.

"What?", they heard Argyle's confused voice and quickly jumped away from each other.

Thinking quick, Steve rolled up his sleeves and presented his arm just in time for the rest of them to pile into the kitchen.

"I think he needs actual blood", Steve said.

He could tell he wasn't fooling Robin or Jon. Maybe not even Argyle. Not with how flushed he looked. But Dustin and Lucas seemed to fall for it. If only because the thought of the two of them making out was so far out of left field. Kas sniffed at Steve's wrist before grabbing it in both hands and bringing it to his lips.

"This still counts as watching what he eats", Steve reasoned as Kas bit in. "As long as he's not eating people, it should be okay." He thought he did a very good job not buckling under the unexpected pleasure of Kas sucking on his wrist.

"I kinda feel like we shouldn't be watchin' this, dude", Argyle commented.

Meanwhile, Lucas and Dustin took note of this moment. They were determined to catch Kas slipping and save Eddie.

But as days passed and they waited for proof, they came up with nothing. Even when they enlisted the help of Will and Mike.

"What the fuck is this?", Mike demanded to know when he barged into Steve's house.

Steve had been sitting on the couch, watching tv, totally normal. What wasn't normal was Kas sitting on the floor at his feet, getting his hair pet like a dog.

"Well we were watching The Twilight Zone", Kas said.

"I know knocking is out of your skill set, but could you at least not slam my door open", Steve said, his hand still stroking those long curls.

"I think you two owe us an explanation", Lucas said.

"Yeah, clearly something is going on here that you're not telling us", Dustin added.

El and Will were both silent while the others shot the two older boys accusatory looks.

"They're in love", El said in the silence.

"Don't joke about that", Mike said, which must've set something off in Will.

"Don't be an asshole. You guys are idiots if you haven't been seeing it."

"Steve and Eddie hate each other", Dustin gestured to them as if their position would prove so, like they were wrapped up in each other.

Kas grinned and pressed his chin into Steve's thigh. "You hear that? Apparently I can't stand your guts."

Steve rolled his eyes. "My guts, maybe. But you sure are able to stand my face alright."

"Your face, your hands, your legs", Kas started to gnaw at Steve through his jeans.

"Hey! Kids!", Steve warned with a gentle push as well as pulling his legs away.

"I think...I might be able to help", El said. "But it won't be easy. And I'll need your help, Steve."

"Me?" He probably had the least experience here when it came to El and her powers. "Why?"

She grinned at that. "Because you're his favorite."

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A bonus cuz i can't help myself

Steve never thought in a million years he'd be here. Not ever. Fresh out the shower, that was normal. Fresh out the shower with a hottie in his bed, that was also normal. Said hottie kissing up and down his arm, not to much.

Kas pressed his lips so softly it was like he was planning on making love to just his arm.

"I think you might be obsessed", Steve teased.

"I spent a good few minutes sucking off the other arm. Don't want this one to get jealous."

Steve turned pink. "Don't say 'sucking off', that's not what you did."

Kas hummed against his bicep. "I swallowed you down? I drank you up? Milked you to the last drop?"

Steve rolled his eyes but continued to smile. "Can I speak to Eddie now?"

"You know it's kinda unfair you get two boyfriends and I only have one", Eddie said, moving to rest his chin on Steve's shoulder.

"I think I'm more than enough for the both of you", Steve said, turning his head in to peck his lips.

Part 5 FINAL

A/N: the next part will most likely be the last part unless I come up with any other ideas for this. Tune in for the next one!

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[ewingstan]

What do I do with this.

I'm not gonna claim that the text is endorsing this or anything. It did construct a situation where leaving someone on an empty world was the best choice with Monokeros, and we can analyze what that writing choice means, but I don't see this conversation being something we're meant to nod our heads along to. I can't see someone writing "we're gonna disappear people on this list" and "its fine if you're especially violent vigilantes we'll put you in our especially-violent-vigilante support network" and not mean for it to be read as awful. Otherwise it would use words that sound less bad on the face of it. Maybe I'll hear that WB has spent the last few years arguing on reddit that this was actually totally moral and cool but with the text in front of me, with the language used, I cannot see a reading where any of this is meant to be seen as okay.

But more to the point I don't see how we got here? Worm did an amazing job of making every choice Taylor made believable and understandable in the context of what choices she's already made and how she's been changed by her experiences. I do not understand what has prompted Victoria to suggest this and every other member of breakthrough (and every major hero team) to go along with it. I can see why its accepted on a systemic level, its not too different from the birdcage and most of the villains sent there were given sham trials at most anyway. But literally no one on the team is pushing back on this. Two members of breakthrough were just in prison—three, if you count Damsel. Its not clear that she's even given up on the top-tier villain persona even if she's not making moves to pursue it, why is she going along with this. Several of them have done things that at least approach getting put on a list like that. You're living in a world where Riley and Valkyrie and Legend are load-bearing pillars that people rely on, and suddenly disappearing powerful capes that are currently a problem is the only option we can think of? Is the whole "the city is the place of renewed chances" thing really being abandoned so thoroughly?

Kenzie had just told Swansong how much it hurt for her to go to prison, how much it felt like breaking a promise to not leave her alone even though they kept in contact. They were just having a conversation about how much Chris meant to them, how much his deal is a result of horrific circumstances that its the group's original goal to try to work through constructively and come out a better person with. Chris would almost have to be on a list like this, right? Apparent shadow-leader of a cape dictatorship? Sveta would've been on a list like that as Garotte, if it wasn't apparent how much she hated what she was doing. Sveta had spent the last chapter yelling at Carol for her views on criminal rights. Why is there such a huge disconnect here that the text isn't seemingly doing anything with.

Its not even that I can't see a version of this beat working for the story. The track just hasn't been laid for it. The prison break story set up "hey there's a lot of really dangerous capes and knowing where they are can let people try to break them out" thing well, but that does not automatically translate to "everyone will be on board for Secret Prison Colonies" given all the strong character and thematic reasons for the opposite reaction. Why isn't this the result of a more gradual slide or a series of moral compromises? Why is this something that's being described in jump cuts?

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[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Found Family

W/ Stephen Strange

and America Chavez

eader: female | romantic (Stephen) | motherly (America)

type: headcanons w/ that found family stuff we love

notes: Don't read this if you haven't watched the New Doctor Strange Movie aka Dr.Strange: Multiverse of Madness, also this takes just after Stephen meets America and after the whole movie: i don't want to many spoilers

Warnings: Technically no spoilers, but Spoilers, just...just spoilers for safety

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You had been dating Stephen for a while, had been through quite a lot with him after all

You never had kids, never could, thanks Widow Program.

You were glad though; at least you had Stephen.

You guys went on a lot of library dates; to libraries across the world with the help of Stephen's sling ring.

But when America came along and needed help

You couldn't help but try and help her: maybe it was due to someone being so nice to you when they got you out of the widow program or maybe the want of children always lingering in the back of your head

It was quick she trusted you: apparently you were trustworthy in all the universes she's gone too

You made her a cup of hot coco, as she was pretty shaken up when she met you

"You're Ms.Y/n, right?" America questioned.

Y/n nodded, "Y/n is fine, here, it's warm,"

America nodded with a small smile, "Are you and Stephen married in this multiverse?"

"Married? Me and Stephen?" Y/n asked, "in another universe? How many? if you don't mind me asking."

She shrugged, "Out of all of 35? uh....12? I think. It's probably more."

12 times you've married your sweetheart: 12 beautiful days

Okay so you're a sucker for some cheesy romance sometimes oh well

You also made America a grilled cheese while you waited for Stephen

You eventually just take America in for good, even if Stephen gets jealous

America will come and wake you up when she's not able to sleep, so Stepehn wakes up to you gone and in America's room, you holding her close as the two of you sleep

You definitely take her into all the nooks and crannies of New York, hole in the wall places are your usual "mother-daughter" hang-out spots.

She's also kinda replaced Stephen in the training part as well

She may be training in the mystic arts, but you're helping her with basic combat as well.

So the only time he feels like he gets actual time with you is when America's using the restroom, that's how glued at the hip you two have become

He's lucky when he gets to grab you by the waist playfully as your cooking

"I'm gonna spill it, Stephen!" Y/n laughed, carefully letting go of the pot.

"Oh please," He laughed kissing her shoulder, she smiled as she looked back at him.

"What's got you so clingy?"

"I think I deserve to be clingy with how much time I've recently gotten with you."

Y/n chuckled, "Someone jealous?"

He scoffed playfully, the smile on Y/n's face never leaving, she leaned over kissing his lips softly. "You should be glad your so handsome."

Not America gagging when she walked in on you two kissing.

"Oh yeah?!" And now your chasing after her

Its a good little found family, you're happu you have both of them.

You make it a point for everyone to sit down at the table and eat dinner.

Weekly board game? Yes. Absolutely

They get playfully violent

"Im taking the car and the kids!" America spoke.

"what?! You can't do that!" Stephen argued.

Y/n watched the game a life board sprawled out infront of them, she was broke anyways.

Definitely tucking America into bed after game nights, but it soon turns into every night.

She sleeps good, may not dream, but sleeps good

You always sleep good after game nights too

Especially next to Stephen

Yes sleeping with Stephen is wonderful 10/10 great sleeper

But here some America unable to sleep and if your too tired or too beat up you'll turn on your side and offer her to join you

She'll sleep in your chest and Stephen will have his arm around you

So basically your on fire all night

Better damn be sure America will try and take care of you when sick, shes real worried about you when you are

When shes sick she kinda likes that you baby her

Her and Stephen have that in common: like being babied when sick

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[glystenangel]

Better in Love

Bodyguard!Toji x Brat&Afab!Reader (Historical AU)

Series Summary: you're the daughter of a feudal lord, and Toji becomes your bodyguard. then, you fall in love

Chapters: 5/5

Chapter Summary: you and toji find your way back home

Status: Completed

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, corniness, reassurance, cuddling 'n' kissin, mentions of previous sex

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Ch. 5 - Better

The next morning, you were sure Toji would have to continue his promise to carry you back home. Your entire pelvis felt sore, and your shoulders still carried pins and needles from the amount of orgasms that seized your muscles until late into the night. Toji seemed drunk on the way your body twisted around his cock and tongue, so he hadn’t been sympathetic to you after the first few rounds. The memories made you salivate. Even in this state, you would oblige his every whim and then some without hesitation. As cruel as he was, he made sure to keep your pleasure at the forefront of his mind and told you how good you were every chance he could. At one point, it was all he could say against your neck. Although you could hardly move, you were sure you would be worse off if you hadn’t caught him in time before he left.

At that thought, your eyes opened and you startled fully into the waking world. Panic rushed through you, but then you felt Toji’s chest against your own and the unmistakable feeling of his arm around your waist.

“‘S the matter?” He grumbled, and you instantly relaxed into his touch.

When you didn’t answer, he nudged his chin against the top of your head.

“Thought I was leaving again?”

You looked up and shyly nodded, and he sighed as he drew you up to meet his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”

“Why did you try to yesterday?” You meekly met his gaze, the worry settling into your stomach and showing in your eyes.

The dark haired man let out another sigh, studying your pouted lips and thoughtfully playing with the ends of your hair.

“I haven’t loved anyone else for a long time. I suspected you didn’t reciprocate my feelings as strongly…and then there was the whole arranged married thing. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna stick around just to watch you marry another man. I didn’t think I could measure up, still don’t. I got nothing to offer you.”

The explanation made you soften, “You’re more than enough! And truthfully, I don’t think I fully realized how I felt until we argued about the arranged marriage. I’m sorry, Toji.”

“As long as we’re together now, it doesn’t matter.” Toji shrugged, a smile adorning his handsome face.

You shook your head, “No, really. I want to apologize for not letting myself realize sooner. I regret not being able to love you and give you the love you deserve sooner. I want to be with you and make you as happy as you make me.”

“So sweet, you tryin’ to make me blush? Huh?” He teased, kissing at your cheeks.

Your heart swelled at the affection, and you intertwined your arms around his neck as he pressed his lips against yours.

When you finally broke apart, he caressed his hand up your back.

“Don’t worry too much. Everything happened as it should, and I want to keep you happy too.”

You hummed in agreement, giving him another peck on the lips before looking around the sun filled room.

“We should probably head back soon though. My father is more of a worrier than I am.”

“Head back? I know I was supposed to take you home, but at this point we’d be better off running away together. I don’t think your father would be too happy about us.”

You brightly laughed, “I think he’ll understand. I want to at least talk to him before we decide to become runaways. Plus, I know where he keeps his gold in case we need some of it. If it comes down to that anyway.”

“Good idea, I can fight off the guards while you go get it.”

“Let’s at least try to be positive.”

The dubiousness in Toji’s expression remained, but he gave you a subservient nod after stretching with a yawn, “Alright, doll. Let’s go after we bathe.”

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By the time Toji and you made it back to the estate, the servants greeted you both with news that your father had been pacing the grounds since you ran off and was anxiously waiting for your return. Twinges of guilt entered you, and you asked where they had seen him last. Once you figured out his location, you and Toji rushed to find him.

“Father?” You poked your head into his office, where he was rapidly pacing back and forth just as the servants had described.

“Oh, thank god!” He jumped at your appearance, coming to your side and holding your face in his hands.

At first he angrily bombarded you with questions, and then upon noticing Toji, his expression soured.

“Toji, if anything happened to her I swear-”

“No! He’s done nothing but take care of me! I love him! We love each other.” You turned to cover Toji from your father’s rage, and your father seemed to shake his head in disbelief.

“What?”

Toji carefully took over your protective stance, stepping forward and placing his hand over yours as you hugged his side with conviction.

“It’s true. I’m sorry for all the chaos this has caused. Please, don’t be upset with her. I take full responsibility for everything and if you can overlook all of this, I’d like to ask if I can court your daughter with the intention of marriage.”

A long, drawn out pause spread between you, and you nearly fainted when your father keeled over with loud laughter. Toji and you exchanged surprised glances, and you were afraid the stress had mentally incapacitated your father.

“Please, I know this was all her doing. Do as you wish.” He wiped at a stray tear, and you struggled to comprehend his statements.

“Wait, what?” Confusion was written all over your features, and your father gave you a light yet reprimanding slap on the cheek.

“You’re the troublemaker. I assume you dragged him in, so I’m not inclined to assign blame to him.” He sent Toji a sympathetic look.

Your jaw dropped, and Toji fought back a snicker as your father sighed.

“I’ll let the suitor know you’re…no longer interested. As long as you have someone to take care of you, I couldn’t be happier. That’s all I wanted before I passed on the estate to you, my dear. I promised your mother that I would ensure you and your sisters were looked after. Today, I can say I’ve fulfilled that wish.”

The heartfelt admission made your eyes water as you regarded your father, your chest warming with affection. You could plainly see the age etched into his features, bags edging his eyes and his skin worn with wrinkles. For the first time, you sadly realized he was no longer the invincible lord you viewed him as when you were a child.

You removed yourself from Toji and embraced your father, tears making your vision watery as you mumbled against his shoulder.

“Thank you, father.”

“Take good care of each other when I’m gone.” He whispered, and you nodded into his clothing, too emotional to reply.

When you broke apart, he clicked his tongue and ruffled your hair.

“Such a wild one. Toji, make sure this one doesn’t get herself into trouble anymore. Ever since the last attempt, we’ve found the source of the kidnappings and they should cease after some negotiations I made, but keep her out of trouble anyway.”

“Impossible, but I’ll try for your sake.” Toji smirked, his eyes shining with bemusement.

Another guffaw left your father, “He’s a good one. Honest men are hard to come by. Don’t take him for granted.”

You rolled your eyes, the sockets briefly darkening your sight, “I can’t believe this.”

Your father gave you another hug, and then he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m glad you’re safe and back home. I hope the both of you will join me for lunch now.”

“We will.” You promised, beaming at Toji.

“Wouldn’t wanna miss it. Thank you, sir.” Your former bodyguard echoed.

“Good, come along then.”

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After the meal, you had led your father back to his bedroom where he was able to assuredly rest from enduring the terrible distress you had brought him over the last few days.

Toji was patiently waiting in front of your own bedroom door when you returned, and instead of having him stand guard outside, you had invited him in to cuddle with you.

Now, you were tucked into his side, one leg swung across his body and his hand lovingly tracing down your figure as you stared into each other’s eyes with transparent endearment.

Feeling curious, the first question that came to mind escaped your lips.

“Are you happy?”

“‘Course I am.” He immediately responded, eyes moving across your face.

Toji’s familiar and comforting scent sank into your bones, and you held your breath as he rested the vivid green of his eyes on your inquisitive gaze. A faint exhale parted your lips, a flutter stirring your stomach as he drew his hand up from your waist to brush a thumb over your bottom lip. Encompassing his wrist in your hand, you kissed his thumb with such delicacy that he closed his eyes to relish the touch before opening them to look at you again.

His jet black lashes and hair framed his attributes exquisitely, and the corner of his jaw loosened before he swallowed a breath.

“You know, I never thought I would find love again. I was kinda right.”

Nestling deeper into your touch, he spoke in a soft murmur only meant for you to hear.

“Because I found something better…You.”

The End.

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End Notes:

tag list: @brumous11

:') it's the end! i really enjoyed writing this dynamic and i absolutely adore historical era fics so i may write some more in the future! hope yall enjoyed too<3

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[exoticalmonde]

Stultifaring The Navis (Formally)

I had at least 5 of the medals since the last time, which makes it all both easier and harder, because last episode in the ship of seaborn - I did not have Lappland. So you can guess I had no way to auto run anything in EX.

Anyways, I've armed myself up so well I only had to sit and laugh at this pathetic little creature

and whatever lies this is trying to insist on

Anyways, since I got lots of money from the purple tickets and the overall shop, I managed to get W's new skin and I am REELING at her quotes. I have grown to l-.... like... her. Kind of. In the way that Ines would like her I guess, and I like Ines in the ways that W would like her. It's tolerable. I don't WANT to hate them, I do not in fact hate them. I just don't know them well enough to care but I would absolutely give my husband a chance and bond with the women in his life because if he trusted their character and ended up picking me, then who am I to ever argue?

So I've been going wild with his

[Transcribed: Hoederer, what's wrong? Oh, the book you wanted me to check out? How should I know? What's that pile of ash in the fire? Hm... Oh! I "mistook" the book for tinder a little while ago. Eh, it's fine. We're cooking dinner with knowledge tonight. It's gonna taste fantastic, don'tcha think?]

I AM SO MAD ABOUT THE BOOK IF THERE IS ONE THING I AM A MATERIALIST FOR ITS BOOKS AND W IS *Shaking her* WOMAN

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[Transcribed: Check this potato, Ines got a head like so-Hmm... now that I think of it, you could probably squeeze a bomb into a potato. Maybe a good trick to play on some miserable dumbass. Hey, Hoederer, you want a potato?]

Dying.

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['Transcribed: Hey, Hoederer, I've been thinking. If the two of us went at that nasty Kal'tsit, how do you figure our chances taking her out? I mean, you guys are always planning for all contengencies, so we gotta have a plan for that one too, right? Hah, now that's a funny look on your face.]

I LOVE THAT HIS FACE IS SO EASY TO READ HE IS SO TRANSPARENT AROUND PEOPLE HE TRUSTS I AM GOING TO MELT I LOVE HOEDERER SO MUCH

[Transcribed: My name... My name... Hey hoederer, you're always reading books, so why don't you come up with a name for me? Theresa said I should come up with a new one... Wait a second, what's with all those books? Pick a name myself? Go to hell!]

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[Transcribed: Theresa called me over and told everyone what an amazing fighter I am, but she didn't look happy at all. How can I make her happy...? What if I invited her over and cooked her a nice dinner?]

She is so gay for Theresa... Good for her, good fo- *remembers Theresa is meant to be dead and now that she is not dead she is on the enemy's side and we are both devastated* Ah.

[Transcribed: How many pieces of candy am I worth now? I actually like that method of valuing people. You sure we shouldn't go with that?]

I will never give up on the idea that you just... cost candies. This really is such a Laterano situation instead of a Sarkaz one. And don't get me started on the whole 'they were once the same-' yeah, isn't that terrific?

Today is a special day where we do all the visiting

And the shopping

Picking up my fish husband from the training grounds so we could take him for a little nap since he's been there for a while.

Taking him for a little walk down memory lane.

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Previously: Me, while guiding Dr. Kryo: "Show me the little handies." Pinkie: "I hate that, because it... usually means a handjob." Me, insistently: "Give me visuals of your little handies, Kryo." Kryo: "Oh my." Lundi: "Just take my Lappland." Kryo: "Taking Lundi's Lapipi." Me: "I hate that. Terrible. Suddenly I understand how Pinkie felt."

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That being done, let's finish with what I actually came here for

YOU

It took me forever to get this level. I actually spent less time on the boss stage than trying to figure out how to use 3 roombas to clear the mess those seaborn create and---

The urchins. The squid urchins have always been the answer.

But that didn't stop Ebenhold to complain about all the times I failed.

Ebenholz: "We can hardly call this a win. Are you the one that got a headache and not me?" Me: Slams fists on table Ebenholz: Me: "Graf Urtica… don't challenge me. I can kill you on a whim." Ebenholz: …. Me: …. Ebenholz: ….. Me: "Oh. Yeah. Now I see my true self shining through huh?"

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"First time?"

"We've been here before."

"This Motherland aint big enough for both of us."

"It's three against one."

"Let me introduce you to my little friends."

*I actually let one slip, so we had to edit the team's skills a little bit*

HAHA! You cannot get through

'Brethren, the road is clear! I can see it now! There's land ahead, the taste of hope is upon my tendrils and I can feel that there's nothing to stop us anymore. No enemies in sight, all losses have been atoned for. I shall be the first to lead you to the motherland, I will take you with me and I will never forget the names of the fallen---'

*instantly frozen and evaporated*

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There was nothing funnier this night actually than all the quotable memes where both me and Dr. Lundi are laughing and screaming at the stupid fish in every phase it exists in.

Here is my contribution to the meme everybody's been talking about now that all of arknights have a Lappland, a Jay or *checks notes* Ho'olheyak or however you spell the name.

#arknights #friendship #doctor of ri shenanigans #friendship banter #arknights event #doctor arknights #Stultifera Navis #Arknights event #Arknights Ebenholz #Arknights 6 stars #Arknights AFK strats #memes #jokes #Youtube

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Through the Sleepless Night (Toad x Reader)

Toad has buried himself in his work and needs someone to make him take care of himself.

Good thing you’re free.

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It had been weeks now, weeks spent hidden away in his workshop, tinkering away for Magneto. Day and night, all hours, trying to get the damned thing to work. But everything Toad tried, every part he replaced, every bolt he tightened—nothing.

He’d made steady progress at first—fix the obvious, the cracked, the missing. Get things into place, put them back together. But the tasks left were smaller, and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out which one was making the whole thing fail. He’d gone over every inch of the damned thing, couldn’t tell you the last time he’d eaten, oiled every moving part, hadn’t slept in days, checked computer systems for bugs…

He wasn’t sure which was falling apart worse, the machine or himself. His muscles ached. His head swam whenever he stood, or sat, or looked at something for too long. He just needed to finish. If he could fix it, get it running again—

Just a little longer. It’s so close. I’ll be done soon…

He took a deep breath and picked up a wrench, praying he was right.

You pushed open the workshop door, the hinges groaning. The place was filthy—it usually was—and a cluttered mess—it usually wasn’t. Sure, everything was always covered in a layer of oil and grime, but Toad kept things organized, put away. Or at least he had before. Now tools were scattered over benches, tables, the ground. Screws, nuts, bolts, washers, wires, and a dozen other types of little metal things you couldn’t name littered the floor, sat in piles in the corners. Scrap metal and broken glass lay piled against the walls. Sure, there was a certain amount of chaos in any workshop, but this…

This had gotten out of hand.

Metal crashed on the other side of the chaos. Toad stood up, hand clutched to his head, eyes screwed shut. “Bloody… fuck!” Just what he needed, a damn concussion.

“Hey.”

His eyes shot open, struggling to focus. They tried to close again, heavy as cement, but he forced them open. He dropped his hand from his head, glancing at it to check for blood. None, thank god. “What’re you doing down here?”

You gave a curt laugh. “Good to see you too. Just checking on you. Making sure you hadn’t starved to death or something.”

“I’m fine.” He dropped a misshapen hunk of metal on a cart laden with them. “I just can’t figure out what the hell is wrong with this thing. I’ve replaced every damn part. Gonna turn into Theseus’ ship at this rate. I just don’t know—” He kicked the cart away, a few of the parts tumbling down and clattering against the floor. “I just don’t know.” He pulled the goggles from his eyes and rubbed at the red marks they left, smearing grease down his cheek.

“You need to take a break.”

You always spoke to him so softly, he thought. He could curl up in that voice and go to sleep instantly. Warm, sweet—

He shook his head, thoughts of comfort and sleep vanishing. “No, no. I need to finish this. It should’ve been done days ago. I can’t just—”

You reached out and took his fidgety hand. “Listen. It doesn’t need to get done right now.”

He shook his head. “It does. I need to—to…” He searched for the words, but his mind was blank. All he could feel was the ache in his back and your warm hand on his.

“You’re one person. And you’ve been working as hard as you can. Too hard, if you ask me.”

Toad opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off.

“If Magneto wants it done so damn bad, he can fix it himself.”

“Ha.” Toad’s eyes were unfocused, distant. He swayed slightly where he stood. “He might have an easier time of it than me.”

“Mm-hmm. You can’t figure out how to fix it because you're exhausted.”

He half-shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“You're not. When was the last time you ate?”

Toad thought, picking back through his memories for food. He couldn’t find a single bite, not for the last day or two anyway. “I don’t know.”

You nodded. “I had a feeling that might be the case. I ordered takeout. Want some?”

Yes. Yes, desperately. At the mention of food, his stomach reeled, sharp pains running through him, urging him on toward whatever you had for him. But another part of him dragged him back—the work, the machine, the endless problems. He waited, watching the two halves of his mind fight—eat or work, eat or work.

“Yes, please.” He glanced again at the mess of wires and metal behind him. He was sick of looking at it, hated every inch of it. “I’ll have some food.”

You grinned and grabbed his arm. “Thank god. I was bracing for having to carry you out of here kicking and screaming.”

He shook his head. “I can eat in here. Better if I do, you know? So I can get back to it when I'm done.”

You tugged his arm and he took a few stumbling steps with you toward the door. “Absolutely not. You are taking a break. Whether you like it or not.”

There was no fight left in him, outside of a few stray thoughts. Stay, work, this needs to—They didn’t have much sway, not compared to the combined forces of hunger, fatigue, and you. He put what little energy he had left into staying upright as you led him out of the workshop and through the base to your room.

The bag of takeout containers sat on a rickety little table, a mismatched folding chair on either side. As soon as the door opened, he could smell it. His stomach growled. This would be better than any five-star restaurant.

“Make yourself at home.” You smiled and let go of his arm.

He felt himself sway, stumbled the few steps to his chair and sank down. The grease on his clothes felt like it was burning. The dark smudges on his hands stood out, starker and starker the longer he looked at it. All the filth he was covered in—grease, sweat, general dirt—he shouldn’t be here, he should be in the workshop. He should get up and leave before—

You sat one of the boxes in front of him, and again, his stomach rolled.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” You smiled and sat down.

Fuck, was he hungry.

Toad tried to keep from seeming too desperate. He forced himself to open the box slowly, carefully, not like a rabid coyote that wanted to shove its face into whatever you had given it and scarf it all down in three bites maximum.

He grabbed his fork and shoved a bite into his mouth. Perfect. Divine. The best food he had ever eaten. He relaxed, shoulders going slack, sinking back into his chair as he lost himself in his meal.

You watched him, chewing your own food as you did. He was slumped over, staring down at nothing with unfocused, half-shut eyes. When he lifted the fork to his mouth, his hand shook, threatening to dump the bite back into the box. He was grimy, from his hair to his hands to his clothes, all streaked and smudged with black.

There was no way in hell you were letting him go back to that workshop tonight.

When you finished your food, you shut the box, stuffing it and your napkins into the bag. “Feel any better?”

He shoved the last bite into his mouth and nodded, glazed-over eyes lifting to meet yours.

“Good. I worry about you.” You took the empty box and stacked it with yours.

The corner of his mouth raised a tiny bit, an attempt at a smile. “I’m alright.”

You shook your head. “You're not.”

The first thing to go was always taking care of himself. No food, no water, no sleep. It vanished so quick, so easily.

“I know. ‘S just…” He sighed, weary. “This needs to get done. If I don’t, Magneto will…” He couldn’t stand to finish the thought. Magneto had already screamed, thrown things at him, threatened him with being replaced, cast aside, abandoned. He dropped his head.

You crouched in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “Listen. He can scream and shout all he wants. But you deserve a break. And if he has a problem with that, he’s gonna have to go through me. Got it?”

Toad swallowed the lump in his throat. “Got it.”

You squeezed his hand. “Good.” You stood, pulling his hands and gaze up with you. “I bet you’ll feel better after a shower.”

He frowned and slouched back down. “Yeah. S’pose.” He glared at the bathroom door from the corner of his eye.

“Would you like the idea any better if I joined you?”

He perked up, sitting a little straighter. “Might make it tolerable.”

“I thought it might.” You pulled him up from the chair and led him to the bathroom.

You flipped the lights on and shut the door, then turned to rest your hands on Toad’s shoulders, kneading your fingertips into his muscles. He sighed and slouched into the touch, eyes drifting shut. You smiled—it was so nice to see him like this, calm, at ease.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” you whispered, hands drifting down to his shirt’s zipper. You tugged it open, then ran your hands back up his chest, pushing the fabric aside.

“Mmm.” Toad reached out and rested his hands on your hips, tugging you in closer. His shirt fell to the floor. His eyes drifted shut as he leaned in, lips connecting with yours, soft and slow, melting into you with each movement.

You tangled your hand in his hair, the other staying put on his chest, tracing up and down, up and down.

Toad’s mind stilled; his body relaxed. You were so warm against him, warm and soft. He wanted to fall asleep then and there, tangled up in you, nothing to do, no deadlines, no problems, just warmth and comfort. No shouting. Nothing thrown at him. No threats.

Nothing but you.

You pulled back, and his shoulders sagged. “Sorry,” you whispered, giving him one last peck on the cheek. “But I promise there’s more where that came from after we get cleaned up.”

“Yeah, sure,” he grumbled, looking down to undo his belt.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” You smiled. “You know I didn’t want to stop, but one of us has to be the responsible one.”

“Responsible one, no fun one.” He made a face, then smiled. ““I think I was about to fall asleep standing up. Ugh.” He shook his head. “I'm just so damn tired.” He put his hands on the counter and hung his head.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed the back of his shoulder. “We’ll make this quick then, alright?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Alright.”

You let go of him and tugged your own top off, tossing it to the floor. His eyes followed you in the mirror, wandering over you as you undressed, over your neck, your chest, your legs.

You looked at him the same way, eyes tracing over every inch of him you got to see.

He left the rest of his clothes on the ground and followed you into the shower. You turned the water on, a brief burst of cold followed by soothing warmth.

He flinched back from the water, but you held out your hand and coaxed him over. “Come on. It’s warm. And the sooner we get cleaned up, the sooner you can go to sleep.”

He nodded and shuffled forward. “I know.” He sighed. “I just don’t like ‘em.”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand. “We’ll make it quick.”

You held his hands under the water, washed away the grime from each finger, each palm, your hands tracing over his.

I really am gonna fall asleep standing up… Toad scrunched his eyes shut, then forced them open again, forced them to focus on you, your hands, your face, anything. Just stay awake.

A mist of water splashed onto his face, and he grimaced, recoiled from it however warm and necessary it was. He just couldn’t stand showers. Maybe it was how cold the water always was back at the orphanage. Maybe it was how soap had always left his skin itchy, sore, and raw. Maybe it was how vulnerable they left him feeling, naked, alone, unable to see or hear who was sneaking up on him.

He’d rather be anywhere but here.  Even though the water was warm now, he’d found soap that didn’t burn, there were two locked doors between him and anyone who might attack—not to mention someone on his team to help him if they did—he just couldn’t enjoy it. Too much baggage.

But it was better now than it had been before, no question.

“Lean your head back.” You ran your fingers through his hair, the water washing over. Your fingers worked through his hair, suds carrying away the grease and oil, nails scratching at his scalp. He leaned into your hands, eyes closed.

You leaned his head back and rinsed the suds from his hair, then got a small pump of soap to wash his face, gentle hands running along his cheeks and jaw, erasing the smudges. His hand reached out to rest on your hip as you worked, and you couldn’t help but smile.

He let you scrub the grease from him, helped to wash away the streaks of oil and dirt from his arms, his legs, his back. You tried to be quick and thorough and gentle at once.

“All done,” you said once you were satisfied that all the grime was gone. The last of the suds fell to the tile below, and you turned the tap off. “Was it as awful as you expected?” You grinned, reaching out to grab a towel.

“Not as awful as they are when you're not in them, I’ll say that.” He reached around you and grabbed a towel for himself.

You wiped the water from your arms and legs, then wrapped the towel around you, tucking it into place.

You watched Toad for a moment. Slow, lethargic, he wiped his towel up and down over the same small patch of skin. His eyelids lowered, then fluttered open again, and he shook his head. You reached out and took the towel from him. “Here, let me.”

He didn’t respond, but his hands went slack and let you take the towel from him. You rubbed the towel on his hair, leaving it ruffled and wild. You ran it over his shoulders and chest and around his back, then wrapped it around his waist.

“Almost done.” You ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing it down.

He gave one small, curt nod.

You pulled back the curtain and stepped out into your room, looking through the drawers for your pajamas and his. You carried them back to the bathroom and sat the piles on the counter.

You finished drying off, and pulled your pajamas on.

Toad stood by the counter, towel draped around his hips, staring at the clothes you’d gotten him. Slowly, he turned his eyes to the discarded work clothes on the floor.

“I should really go—”

“No.”

He blinked. “What?”

“No. You shouldn’t. Unless the next words out of your mouth were going to be ‘to bed’, you are wrong.” You crossed your arms. “You said it yourself—you are falling asleep standing up.”

“But I'm so damn close.”

“To what? Dying of exhaustion?” You put your hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eye. “No. You need rest. You can barely stand, let alone weld or use power tools.” You sighed. “Look, normally I wouldn’t do this. But I am not going to let you leave this room. It’s not a suggestion. I’m not asking. You are going to sleep.”

The circles under his eyes seemed to darken.

You took his hand and squeezed it. “Morty, listen to me. You need this. You deserve this. Come to bed.”

He stood still a moment more, the wheels in his mind turning like the wheels on that machine refused to. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Yeah. Alright.”

You squeezed his hand. “Good boy.”

He pulled his clothes on and let you guide him to the bed. You laid down and watched him crawl in after, finding his usual spot nestled against you, head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist.

“Just for an hour or two,” he mumbled against you. “I really need to get this finished. I swear, I'm just being dramatic. I’m really not that ti—.” He cut himself off with a yawn.

“Mm-hmm.” You brushed the hair out of his eyes. “I set an alarm for the morning—don’t worry. But I expect you to be here when it goes off. Got it?”

He huffed, burying his face in your neck. “Got it.”

“Good.” You kissed him on the forehead and closed your eyes. “Good night.”

“Night, love.”

#through the sleepless night #my favorite frog #toad x reader #mortimer tonybee x reader

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BOAT PARTY: IT CAN BE GOOD? Part 1

So Season 3 boat party, the last thing we would see added onto the old all before the game changed apps and started the proper downfall of quality.

I've played through it once before with Aj as my partner, and got back with her in the end. And it felt so unsatisfactory. Were any of the issues resolved? No. Did we really talk about it? No. Did it feel really anticlimactic? Yes.

So I decided I wanted to play it again, after years of not touching it, to see if I could make it good. Which meant not only doing something a little different, but also changing my whole original idea when I remembered that the route I'm doing currently was possible.

So let's get into this! And for once, I'm not even bothering with a disclaimer. Oh and there's multiple parts since I'm probably gonna use more than ten pictures so lmao.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

We start off the boat party with the usual questions and all, like who was your partner, did you split the money, are you living together, and what's your job.

And then you do a bit of customisation and pick a name.

Love this bitch.

Then, we get into the scene. It's raining in London, with a bit of a thunderstorm, and we're doing Lottie's personality quiz or something. I actually never read what it is, but I know I got meek mermaid. Whatever that means.

Then Lily enters with dinner, and things are going as good as they can momentarily (Lily was chosen because she's my least favourite LI so I wouldn't really feel much later on). And then, Lily and Gabriella start arguing.

I usually try to avoid conflict, so I go for the last option, but it ends up turning into the first anyways. It doesn't really solve anything anyways, because then the argument gets worse, until Lily leaves and doesn't make a sound for weeks.

Note: if you wanna see someone try and justify the reasons between the LIs conflict and why it's bigger than we think, go to this post by u/melaniekingswife

Then we get Nicky and Elle's text saying how they've got a surprise vacation (not so much a surprise anymore) planned out for them.

Gabe (since I cba to type out Gabriella every time) takes that as an opportunity to enjoy a break from the possible misery she's in, and packs her things. You then choose what swimsuit and fancy/everyday outfit you want before going to the yacht.

Now this part is really vague and all since it's the exact same for everyone's playthroughs, so I'm only really going into it when we get to the main attraction.

Finally, we're greeted by your best friend of the four options (I chose Elle) and you briefly say how things aren't going swimmingly well, but you're interrupted by Nicky saying how we need to get on the boat. Then you'll have three groups of people you can go see, I have no idea how relevant any of them are, so I won't go into that.

Soon enough, Gabe is approached by Nicky and Elle (Nicky shortly leaves again though) and they talk about the issues between Gabe and Lily.

And then we go to the cabin and come face to face with Lily.

During this whole segment, I try and choose the options that agree with her (mostly) since we're on holiday and I don't really have the time for some petty little arguments again. Lily mentions how she's going to find another cabin to sleep in, I say that that's cool, and then we get changed for the health and safety talk.

After that, we talk to Elle about everything properly, before we finally have everything off our chest, and ask how she is instead

Specifically wanted to add this in case no-one realised who I was talking about, currently I cannot for the life of me remember how to spell her name, and neither does my keyboard.

But then Nicky explains how we're going paddle boarding over the intercom, and we quickly switch to that scene.

And the more interesting stuff. See, though this side romance character you choose is the same for everyone (as in it's coded in the same way probably, I actually don't remember) it always feels different when you're with someone you actually like. And that's how the boat party could possibly actually be good. If we don't go back to original LI, and go to this new LI instead.

See most of the arguments at the beginning are pretty silly to turn into something massive. I think it's said that only Tai and Rafi's make sense. And I think that if you're going to have an argument like that? Over dishes? Or not being listened to? Or working out too much? Yeah, no. Any mature person would sit there and talk it out, not argue.

Back to paddle boarding though.

Lily partners up with Iona, slapping Gabe's thought of possibly partnering up out the window, so instead we have to choose another islander. Bill, Tai, and Ciaran aren't an option because they all have a partner (Bill and Miki, and Tai and Ciaran) but I was going with Aj anyways.

I totally wanted to say how much I just wanted her to steal me away instead, BUT I decided that I wanted to be respectful for an episode or two before properly starting the romance.

After a bit of a paddle board tutorial, we then finally get on the actual board itself, have some moments with Aj

Like I said, wanted to keep things respectful for this episode so I chose all the options that were mostly friendly.

Then there's a little moment when Aj says that this is romantic, and that we'd probably rather be with Lily right now.

And I think the best option here is to say "I don't want to compare" because you really shouldn't. Sure, you can take things that you learn from your previous relationships, but you shouldn't be comparing person A with person B. They're someone new, so take it that way.

And I think what Gabe says is correct. We're with Aj right now, we're enjoying ourselves, nothing else should really matter in that moment in time.

Though it's nice how considerate she is.

Then we race Nicky and Elle. I just wanted to add the second screenshot because I find it funny how Gabe looks like she's just came up with a master plan, but it's the most simple thing ever.

Anyways, juicy stuff continues in part 2! Once that's added, I'll link it at the bottom, along with parts following that. This was basically just the base storyline with a little interesting stuff at the end for the people who have never played this.

#litg #litg double trouble #litg fanfic #litg ff #litg mc #litg s2 #litg s6 #litg s7 #fanfiction #fanfic #litg s4 #litg s3 #litg s1 #litg spoilers #litg season 6 #litg stick or twist #litg season 7 #litg season 3 #litg boat party #litg aj #fixing #underappreciated

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HI I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I ACTUALLY READ THESE CHAPTERS SEVERAL DAYS AGO BEFORE STITCH MADE MAJOR CHANGES TO THEM AND OH MY GOD SHE MADE THEM SO MUCH WORSE THE BOYS JHJKSJKFSJKKJ I AM RATTLING AT MY BARS-

ANYWAY. This was so much better than what I imagined but oh my god. The funny cute banter between Scar and Mumbo that is like barely inches from flirting. The teasing. The little jokes. Scar's fascination with "human stories." His excitement over the most mundane of memories, the minecart ride and the discoveries AND THEN WHAM, HURT!! ANGST!! NO COMFORT!! "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" AND THE RUNNING AND THE SHEER PANIC OF IT ALL OHHFDSHHAH-

Okay. Okay lemme back it up. Man the cute domesticness at the start, the little signs of Mumbo warming up to Grian (my dear readers that scene originally went very different and as good as the original was I am delighted by the change). I still can't get over the mental imagine of "Scar! :D And Grian :|" but he's warming up and he's becoming fond of the bird boy and aaaaaa I love them and they love each other <3 Helping Mumbo do something as boring and domestic as make item frames and just mmmm <3

"We have guns" YEAH WELL GUESS WHAT SCAR THAT'S NOT GONNA FUCKING HELP-

The minecart ride.... you should totally post the whole thing as an aside on tumblr or something, the long 700-ish word version was very fun :) But you summarized it very nicely here <3 I just love Scar tripping as he gets out and Mumbo ZOOMING over to help him, like honey I think you cut some of Grian's hair there LMAO

Just the whole arguing about the chorus fruit. "I'll go first, no I'LL go first you could get hurt, no ME-" Then Grian just fucking peaces out and immediately injures himself SORRY that SENT me I love them so much. I wonder how Mumbo and Scar react to that. "No I'll go first you're accidEEEGRIAN-"

Grian batting Mumbo away from the flame with his wings and Scar floating his staff away LMAO. Mumbo just Causing Problems On Purpose. Grian and Scar fighting to keep him Away From The Torch and him just being like having no self preservation cares BUT THEN TWO SECONDS LATER JUMPING AWAY WHEN THE TORCH GETS TOO CLOSE ON ACCIDENT LMAO. I'm sorry I love him so much, turns out a wet cat is still a cat indeed-

And Grian getting lost in his memories. Like he was in two places at once, in his head and physically (that is such a mood ngl, me every time I walk across my grandmother's farm jkgfdkj). The concern Mumbo and Scar have about him getting lost in thought and Scar's excitement over him getting a little flash of a mundane little memory aaaaa <3

THE ONES WHO CAME BEFORE I LOVE IT. I mean you know me you know I love a good ancestors and city ruins plot. AN ANCIENT MOB FARM KJFJKSJKFSJK at least they get the idea to dig around it. My god Mumbo's immediate "No you are not building a bridge here" and trying to be Intimidating™ and Firm™ and Scar just looking him dead in the eyes and lighting the torch to send him scuttling back like the wet cat he is under his vampirism HJKFSJLFKJSL I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH also the "I'm not as flammable as Scar says I am" WHY DO I GET THE FEELING YOU ARE LYING MR. JUMBO HUH?? HUH????

Anyway Grian just SEEING the purple light in the distance and knowing it's the Rift and immediately being mesmerized by it, drawn forward. God I want to see that scene from Scar and Mumbo's pov, Grian just running past them and flying and just jkfgkjdkj. AND THEN. THEN THE RIFT????? PUTS HIM IN A MEMORY???? I legit thought for a moment that Grian was remembering his home falling apart and then it just turned out to be an accident and then Mumbo and Scar's voices and words just melded with the memory?? dream?? and he had no idea what was really happening AND ALMOST WALKED STRAIGHT INTO THE RIFT I AM SOOO JKDSJKFJKS

AND SCAR SCREAMING. SCAR REALIZING WHAT'S HAPPENING AND SCREAMING AND GRABBING GRIAN IN POSSIBLY THE MOST PAINFUL WAY SO HE CAN DRAG HIM BACK WHILE THE RIFY TRIES TO EAT GRIAN?!?!?! THE RIFT REACHING OUT FOR THEM AND INJURING THEM??? OR ONE OF THEM IDK HOW MUCH I CAN SAY BC GRIAN IS DISASSOCIATING AND THE FEAR AS HE REALIZES WHAT'S HAPPENED AND THAT THE RIFT LURED HIM IN AND EVERYONE SCREAMING WONDERING WHAT'S HAPPENING AND SCAR YELLING AT MUMBO TO STAY AWAY FROM IT AS HE BODILY DRAGS GRIAN AWAY AND THEY RUN AND DON'T STOP AND THEY JUST RUN AND RUN BECAUSE THEY NEED TO GET AWAY (ARE THEY BEING CHASED TOO??? IF SO BY WHAT SCAR SCRAMBLED AWAY FROM THE HOLE AND MUMBO SEALED IT IMMEDIATELY JKSLK) AND OH MY GOD THEY HAVE CHOSEN THE WORST POSSIBLE OPLACE TO PUT A VAULT-

BUT. The first time, when Grian went through the first time it showed him grassy fields........ it didn't lure him in with a memory/dream IT TEMPTED HIM IN. BUT IT DIDN'T CONSUME HIM THEN. WHAT'S HAPPENING. But god imagine seeing grass and sunlight only to walk through INTO A FUCKING CAVERN. AND THE THOUGHT THAT HE WAS BEING CHASED I AM WONDERING NOW AND I AM. SO FEARFUL. STITCH. S T I T C H. WHAT IS HAPPENIIING EVERY TIME I THINK I KNOW YOU THROW A WRENCH IN IT HHJSDJHJKFSKJ

Anyway so obviously if you could not tell by my unhinged screaming this chapter was amazing and I am DYING holy shit. Thankyou for this it's wonderful <3

HI I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I HAVE BEEN THREATENED WITH THAT MIDNIGHT UPDATE FOR WEEKS AND IT WAS DESERVED. RATTLE YOUR BARS, YOU CANNOT STOP ME

I am clapping from my glass lil box of emotions though bc have the two of us in our dms last night while we freaked out about each other stories was the most fun I’ve had w writing in ages and genuinely so much joy in my heart. Could not have been a better night. AND YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES I ‘m glad the panic got across. I was typing, VERY fast.

That scene did originally go. Very different. Actually here hold on-

“Well. You don’t have to show us anything then. It’s our vault, and we know you used a chorus fruit to get in. So, we can just do that,” Mumbo said. His tone was a bit colder now and Grian swallowed.

😊 I much much much prefer ‘Grian [neutral]’ I think but man there is something about Mumbo slamming his metaphorical door shut in the original scene too. But also yes the domesticity of storage organization. They’re all so married already its sort of insane.

ITS FINE THEY WERE FINE EVERYTHING’S FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE

I should post the whole minecart scene actually. Not here, I’ll do it later. Shout at me if I don’t do it later klghsdhs But I really love it. I’m like a kid in a candy shop w the redstone mechanics and the minecarts in MC I just. Love. Them. So much. AND YES SCAR TRIPPING which was inspired by the fact that getting into and out of rollercoasters for myself is a fucking time and a half tbh. I love Mumbo using his Vampire powers for like, mundane everyday things like helping scar I am soFT ABOUT IT

Fun fact what you DIDN’T see was the original where Mumbo bit into it – the only reason I changed it is because it was weird having the non-POV character teleport away. The tension of the scene got muddled. Also peacing out w a chorus fruit in the middle of an argument about who should actually use the damn thing seemed like either a very Grian or Scar thing to do anyway sooooo. BUT YES HE JUST. IMMEDIATELY CAREENS ONTO HIS CHIN. Bless his hollow boned ass. They’re all such wet cats.

I picture mumbo as one of those tuxedo cats who just always looks like they are Up To Something. Slinking around. Making a lot of ruckus but then always sitting politely when you go to check on them. Batting at everything and anything. You get the drift. He is. SUCH a wet cat

[Grian would be an orange tabby and Scar would be a tortie, for the record. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.]

One of my favorite like. Bad??? Things?? [Well. Not necessarily always – disassociation and getting lost in your memories can be good for you in certain places for sure] the human brain does is go “Mmm hey there’s this Thing That Happened but instead of thinking about it directly we’re going to make you spiral around it like a bathtub draining and THEN let you remember what it was.” You know? Idk I think it’s a really interesting aspect to like, healing from trauma/how the brain deals with difficult memories. It helps, too, that there’s definitely Weird Magic Things at play too, which is a really interesting way to examine it. IDK one of my favorite aspects of fiction is how we can explode the human condition outwards to utterly ridiculous lengths in order to really peel back the layers of our own experiences and study them and learn from them/how to deal with them. And then the fact that not only is Scar Concerned and Excited but Grian has even attracted Mumbo’s Concern like. Mumbo Jumbo you are not living down the ‘Actually Cares About The Bird’ allegations.

FUN FACT ‘THE ONES WHO CAME BEFORE’ IS SOMETHING I STOLE FROM MY NOVEL- That’s what the people who live in the ‘modern day’ call Human Ancestors [Like, neandertals and homo erectus].  I DO know you love a good ancestor city ruins plot 👀👀👀. I do in fact know this about you. Eyes the recent midnight update. ALSO YEAH ANCIENT MOB FARM DLKGADFG They used to be so much easier to build I miss it. I should go back to alpha for funsies. Also I love mr Wet Cat Jumbo he’s so Scary tm and then he’s not at all in the slightest actually. It’s so funny. Scar has put up with him for so long. TBF He has put up with scar also for so long.

IN HIS DEFENSE, WHICH ONE OF THEM IS LYING TBH. THEY BOTH WOULD CATCH FIRE LIKE MATCHSTICKS LKADFG but also 😊

A little bit of excited to see it again a little bit of lured in. Excited /neg. I guess. Also I too want to see that scene from their POVs so. Uh. We probably will. Rift AU IS self-indulgent first and foremost after all 😊 AND Y E A H I wanted the Rift to get to play with Memories and Dreams in a really funky way for Reasons Revealed Later. I LOOOOOOVE How confusing it turned out to be honest. It is meant to be read as disorienting and not clear when is why is how. BUT THAT SCENE OF HIM ALMOST WALKING IN – I HAVE HAD THAT PLANNED BASICALLY SINCE I STARTED THIS AHHHH

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE PANIC Okay like I didn’t do a lot of description of the room the Rift is in because Grian has got Bigger Fish To Fry and taking time away to describe this MASSIVE PURPLE RIFT IN THE CAVE WALL felt out of place but. Imagine you are Scar. And the Avian you’ve grown fond of who occasionally does work for your lowkey criminal empire is walking towards it and not responding to you screaming his name and you have seconds to act and you GRAB HIM BY HIS WING which is a thing that’s already been shown to be a little bit sensitive [a lotta bit sensitive] and you feel the feathers pull out under your hand but you have to pull him away and as you do TENTACLES OF LIGHT BURST FORTH FROM THE RIFT, REACHING FOR HIM, SEARCHING FOR HIM [their POV is gonna be. Fuked.] AND ITS ALL YOU CAN DO TO GET AWAY BUT THE DAMN THING GRABS ONTO YOU AND YOU CAN FEEL THE SKIN OF YOUR ARM BRUISING AND TEARING AS YOU PULL YOURSELF AND GRIAN AWAY FROM IT I CANNOT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS SCENE, OKAY? OKAY. AND THEN YOUR BEST FRIEND ALMOST LOVER ISS WATCHING AND ABSOLUTELY TRYING TO GET CLOSER TO HELP BECAUSE, I MEAN, HELLO, AND YOU CANT LET HIM get any closer, you can’t let whatever the hell this is touch him, hurt him, so you start just screaming. And running. Aaaaaugh. AND THE TWO OF YOU ARE RUNNING AND you’ve GOT GRIAN IN YOUR ARMS AND GRIAN IS FUCKING GONE HE’S SOBBING INTO YOUR CHEST AND NECK AND SHOULDER AND YOUR LEGS ALREADY HURT BUT YOU CANT STOP RUNNING AND-- 😊I cannot be normal about this scene okay I CANNOT.

WHAT IS HAPPENING INDEED, MY DEAR BELOVED FRIEND ATHERIX, WHAT IS HAPPENING INDEED.

Thank you for screaming it was a DELIGHT I cannot wait to write the next chapter I am practically vibrating out of my skin about it.

#Asks #Mutuals #Atherix #Rift Asks #Rift AU #Hermitshipping #Mumscarian #<- Implied/Future so I figured I would tag it #G O D I WANNA WRITE CH 3 #BUT I NEED TO GET SOME WORK DONE ON MY EXCHANGE FIC TOO??? #REPLY TO ALL MY COMMENTS ON AO3??? #AH

[pitynostars]

i just have to say, your doctor who/chibnall era takes are so real lmao. just curious: what are your thoughts on rtd returning? oo and what would you say was the best era of dw?

thank you! i wish i felt differently but here we are 😔

"what are your thoughts on rtd returning?" honestly a mixed bag for me. on the one hand i get why they've done it for the 60th as you want that in known safe hands. same can be argued for s14 with the move to disney+. like him or not, think he's a good writer for dr who or not, RTD was POPULAR and I think if you're moving platforms and doing a big anniversary you want to play it safe to a degree.

however, i do think it also risks moving the show backwards. i read a review of PotD that other day that worded it like this: "And that last shot with its final surprise? Just one more example of the show heading full speed backward instead of forward. Doctor Who just doesn’t seem to have a present, let alone a future anymore" (from this article).

even with tennant/cribbins/tate coming back, i am really hoping this isn't the case and RTD will forge anew. either the 60th will be a massive fanwank like PotD before a clean slate for 15/Gatwa, OR I think the 60th might actually interrogate that whole IDEA of not having a future and being stuck in the past. He's made it quite LITERAL! Tennant is there but they also made a point to frame it as WRONG. the clothes change and they're the WRONG clothes. "i know these teeth... WhAT?!?" etc. it could be set up for the 60th to be about him desperately trying to STOP being Tennant because he knows that's going backwards and he's not the same person anymore and he needs to be moving FORWARD.

Like look its been 10 years. RTD's been through a lot in that time, in his writing and his personal life. His Who can't be the same as it was in 2005/2010 purely for that reason alone.

I know all this logically, but of course I'm still afraid it's just gonna feel like a regression anyway, especially as Ten is one of my least favourite Doctors.

"what would you say was the best era of dw?" capaldi's era has such a special place in my heart, but i've only watched 1 season of classic who so far, so that could change p easily!

#sorry this got long i had a lot of thoughts apparently XD #replies tag

[dustofthedailylife]

hiiii, congrats on 1k!! again

my name is holly, as you may or may not know, and i sure hope you already have somewhat of a sense for my personality because oh boy do i suck at describing myself, but i´ll try anyway <3

i´m rather introverted and very shy until you get to know me better, then you´ll see a whole other side of me

sassy and sarcastic are my native languages but most of the time i keep my quips to myself because again...shy (but i love making others laugh with them)

i´m a perfectionist to the point where i´ll get extremely upset/angry with myself when something doesn´t go as planned; it also causes me to procrastinate a lot (look, if i don´t start, it can´t not be perfect)

my friends called me a pessimist quite a lot but i´d argue i´m more of a realist; anyhow, i try to hide all of that under a more calm, good-natured exterior

as for my hobbies, i obviously like writing, reading and gaming but i also enjoy drawing (especially tattoo-style pieces), learning foreign languages and doing sports (mainly tennis and dancing)

i listen to music during basically everything i do (headphones are a must!!)

in a relationship, i´d look for someone honest who i can trust and who i feel comfortable enough with to not hide who i am (bonus points if he makes me laugh)

self-confidence? hardly know her

^the insecurities from that (i.e. difficulties trusting people and their intentions, constantly comparing myself to others, need for validation, etc) are what i consider my ugliest side; but now that i´ve realised where the root of the problem is, i´m working on improving myself

i cannot stand people who are blatantly ignorant/ choose to be a jerk (to put it nicely) and completely disregard others´ feelings and interests don´t get me started on racists, misogynists and all the other nasty bunch

also, please, common sense is supposed to be common; you have a brain most likely, use it!!

zodiac sign: cancer

mbti: infj

that should be enough, right? i´m looking forward to seeing who you think my ideal match is <3

Holly, my love! Thanks for participating! Well then, let me see what my scryglass says...

Your Perfect Match is...

Shikanoin Heizou

Now listen! I was originally gonna go with Childe but then I remembered you're already married sooo, it would've been too obvious.

Anyway! You met Heizou the first time when he was investigating a case and accidentally rang on your door instead of that of his suspect. Little did you know you'd become a target of his "investigation" nonetheless.

Not criminal of course, but he just couldn't get you out of his head so he looked for excuses to ring your doorbell again. Lucky for him you lived in an area where he often had to go to investigate.

Eventually he couldn't keep making up excuses for standing in front of your door anymore so he asked you if you had any interest to go out for a cup of coffee with him.

And hooo boy, if he thought he'd fallen hard for you already he would soon realize he was so wrong. The moment you started warming up to him and started showing your sarcastic and sassy side he was head over heels for you.

You could match his wit with ease and let me tell you he is swooning!

He is also someone who reassures you a lot and manages to make you see the good things in yourself and the things you do or help you find the things you can improve on (not yourself though, you're literal perfection in his eyes!). He is simply the perfect counterbalance to perfectionism!

Oh and you can bet he makes you laugh frequently. His quirky and sarcastic personality compliments yours perfectly. Sneaky teases or playful jabs here and there thrown at each other is your daily bread and butter.

Common sense? His trademark. Can't have your head screwed on backwards as a detective after all!

Bonus: Loves snaking his arm around you when you sleep. He definitely is the big spoon in the relationship.

"Hey, uhm... no, I'm not here for an investigation, this time at least. Uhm, actually I've wanted to ask if you would like to go out with me sometime?"

#🍁 Match Made in Heaven #🍁 1000 follower event #🍁 dust mail #🍁 mail from: the travelling witch

[unpopularly-opinionated]

I just want to cleanly describe to you that you consistently engage in behavior that shows you are more interested in having an unpopular opinion then attempting to mentally wrap yourself around a topic and understand it. After scrolling back for two weeks I've repeatedly seen you engaging in absorbing the narrative of others without bothering to check to see if they were right, claiming others are "making up people to be angry about" while they very clearly are showing you the person they are angry at and another half dozen signs that you are more interested in arguing then understanding.

You are very dispassionate towards any problems with your own stances and don't seem particularly intent on acknowledging or addressing them as much as trying to dress down the one you are speaking to, dismissing those problems as if they aren't fundamentally destructive to your supposed belief of being right. More aptly, you just want to be a contrarian.

As a short example, J.K Rowling clearly engaged in Holocaust denial and it's very strange you think "that's out of left field for her" considering she has been making friends with those types for years now. See:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ou_xvXJJk7k

Your response to her statement that trans people being targeted by Nazis is a "fever dream" is to try and argue semantics while she very clearly was just doing what she always does, constantly screeching about how trans people are babies and have never ever been harmed. It's her entire schtick, she deleted the tweet because it was going to get her in actual trouble because it was ACTUAL HOLOCAUST DENIAL.

In short, rethink most of your stances and recognize that you've created this stupid label for yourself that you need to be constantly engaging in unpopular opinions.

You don't need to reply to this because I'm not going to see it or care, but I highly doubt you'll resist the urge as you clearly are taking these unpopular opinions on for a reason, and I think that reason is as transparent as J.K Rowling's holocaust denial.

Man, if you're gonna chastise me for my crimes, at least make sure your example of me committing those crimes actually has me committing those crimes. This entire ask falls apart because the example you chose to hinge it on doesn't even exhibit the issues with me that you brought up.

It's very obvious from the get go that despite trying to make this sound like a generalization of my blog as a whole, it was actually entirely predicated on one single post of mine that ticked you off, clearly well enough that you weren't even capable of coming up with a good excuse as to why it ticked you off.

Like I'm not joking when I say that this reads like you wrote this as you read the thread and then you got to the end of it where your entire argument falls apart because I do the exact opposite of the things you claim I do, but you'd already written all of this out so you just decided to hit send anyways.

Next time, leave it in the drafts, buddy. But anyways, to break this down in earnest:

The reason my URL is what it is is for two reasons:

Back when I originally created this blog in, oh probably 2013-14 I'd say, I used to be way more into fandom spaces than I am now, and when I was coming up with what to call this blog, I recalled how I often tend to have the opposite, less popular opinion on things people enjoy. Not to be ironic, of course, these opinions are completely genuine. The description of my blog actually used to read something like: "The Star Wars Prequel Trilogy is better than the Original Trilogy" to give an example of the kind of unpopular opinions I tend to have.

The reason my URL has stayed as it is for so long now is because of people like you. I cannot express enough how funny it is to me when people dismiss whatever it is I have to say because of my URL. They usually try and attach some hurtful line like "maybe you wouldn't be so unpopular if you blah blah blah". It's endlessly humorous to me because it just goes to show that they don't have an actual leg to stand on in an argument.

As I said though, my opinions are my own first, and unpopular second. Meaning I'm not out here needlessly contradicting people for fun. I do find writing out needlessly long responses to people to be somewhat enjoyable, case in point, but I'd never stoop so low as to be a baseless contrarian.

You are very dispassionate towards any problems with your own stances and don't seem particularly intent on acknowledging or addressing them as much as trying to dress down the one you are speaking to, dismissing those problems as if they aren't fundamentally destructive to your supposed belief of being right. More aptly, you just want to be a contrarian.

I actually find this line curious because, if anything, I focus far far too often on the problems in my own stances. Most of the time when I'm staking my claim, it winds up full of numerous caveats where I acknowledge either the failings in my argument, or my own lack of knowledge on a subject. Sure, I don't do it on every single thing I post but I also have a life and don't wish to subject myself or others to me needlessly caveating every single time I make a point. No one sensible does that.

What's funny though is that in the exact post you referenced, I acknowledged and addressed the problem with my argument, that being that we were arguing two completely different points.

Now, of course, to the actual reason you sent me this:

As a short example, J.K Rowling clearly engaged in Holocaust denial and it's very strange you think "that's out of left field for her" considering she has been making friends with those types for years now. Your response to her statement that trans people being targeted by Nazis is a "fever dream" is to try and argue semantics while she very clearly was just doing what she always does, constantly screeching about how trans people are babies and have never ever been harmed. It's her entire schtick, she deleted the tweet because it was going to get her in actual trouble because it was ACTUAL HOLOCAUST DENIAL.

This is why I said it's funny that you chose this post out of everything to use as your example of me supposedly trying to be a needless contrarian, or always be right, while ignoring any problems with my own arguments when I quite literally did none of those things in this one post.

My interaction with that post quite literally ends with me pointing out the fact that I was arguing from a completely different perspective than the person I was arguing with was, and that it was "on me" for not realizing that sooner. When the post called JK Rowling a "Holocaust denier", I was purely arguing from a semantics perspective.

Semantically-speaking, she's not a Holocaust denier. Up until that post however, I wasn't aware there was a legal definition of what it means to be a Holocaust Denier, and that that was the perspective the other person was arguing from. Legally-speaking, I gather that she is in fact a Holocaust Denier, granted I'm not a huge fan of that label being applied since, again semantically-speaking, it doesn't fit. She's more of a Holocaust Revisionist, rather than an outright Denier, but legally-speaking these mean the same thing, so whatever.

In short, rethink most of your stances and recognize that you've created this stupid label for yourself that you need to be constantly engaging in unpopular opinions.

I rethink most of my stances every minute lol. I've stated on numerous occasions that my political opinions have a way of changing with the wind purely because I have a shite memory and quite often just forget what my stance the previous day was.

I also run into this issue of differentiating my pessimistic, optimistic, and realistic opinions from one another. I have completely different opinions based on whether we're talking about the way I want the world to work, the way it does work, or the way it probably will wind up working.

I also don't "engage in unpopular opinions", I engage in my opinions which might not always be the popular one. Very important distinction.

You don't need to reply to this because I'm not going to see it or care, but I highly doubt you'll resist the urge as you clearly are taking these unpopular opinions on for a reason, and I think that reason is as transparent as J.K Rowling's holocaust denial.

Contrary to your belief about me, I don't actually write this blog solely for yours or others benefit. I don't care if you see this response or not, though given that I know what you're like, I highly doubt you won't troll my blog for this response later.

I also don't care about your weird little goading tactic meant to make this a "win-win" for you, since apparently a win is what you're looking for here. Again, I don't write this blog for you or anyone else. I'm responding to you because I can, and because I want to, nothing else.

Anyways, hope I cleared things up for you, anon. Take care.

#random #anon #asks #anonymous #long post

[chihirolovebot]

(cw: mentions of c//vid 19 for anyone that needs it?..)

i’ve had covid for a couple days and I just feel awful ugh, i have a sore throat and no appetite and I’m always tired :( is it okay if you do byakuya and nagito (separate) x sick!reader, with those symptoms? it doesn’t have to be covid :3

featuring — byakuya togami, nagito komaeda.

content — sickness, fluff, food/eating mention.

notes — sorry you're ill :( i had covid a few weeks ago and it really sucked. prayers for a speedy recovery <3

— byakuya.

first of all i'm going to imagine this to be future foundation!byakuya because i see him as more mature and doting :)

hopes peak!byakuya would probably just send his butlers to tend to you lmao.

is he concerned? yes, very. will he show it? good luck.

first of all, you going into work is out of the question. he threatens to actually tie you down if you attempt it. tells you to stop being an idiot and that you're no help to anyone if you're ill.

ouch lmao

you know he's actually just worried for you tho <3

gets extra concerned if you don't have an appetite. he sends for your favourite foods but when he gets the call that you're not eating, he comes right back home.

tries to coax you into eating :(( mostly uses bargaining. like, "just ten spoonfuls and then you can stop." "you're not going back to sleep until you clear at least this bit here, understand?"

takes your temperature religiously, every hour on the hour to make sure you're not getting a fever.

keeps the bedside well-stocked with anything you could need. ice, water, antibiotics, painkillers, hot water bottles, a wet washcloth, your favourite books.

gets you expensive lozenges for your sore throat!! and a variety of soothing herbal teas that he makes you drink.

he's uncharacteristically soft when you get sick. it kind of jolts him back to the scary reality that you're all mortal, and it makes him unusually tender and touchy.

a hand on your head, patting your shoulder as you drink your tea, tilting your head up when he spoons you hot soup </3

one of the few times he lets you crawl all over him so make the most of it.

if you ever call attention to how doting he's being he'll get incredibly embarrassed.

"do it yourself, then."

"don't be bitter :)"

— nagito.

oh no.

first of all, he's convinced he is the reason you're sick.

even if he hasn't been sick, he'll just blame his luck. his first instinct is to get the hell out of dodge to avoid worsening your condition.

you're gonna have to tell him you want him there.

he's a little terrified.

"you... are you sure? you really want someone as useless as me taking care of you? shouldn't i get mikan instead?"

you tell him no, but he gets her anyway. she takes your temperature and tells him what you need and he feels slightly more prepared.

once he realises you really don't want him to leave, oh god he's utterly devoted to you.

at your side 24/7. refuses to leave even when you try and sleep your illness off. he's there, holding your hand at your bedside.

reads to you!! oh my god. he gets your favourite book and sits beside you on the bed, letting you droop all over him as he reads aloud. his voice is so soft and soothing it sends you dozing off immediately <3

i headcanon he can actually cook okay if his luck is on his side so he makes you soft, easy foods like soups and stews. gets incredibly worried if you don't want to eat and it'll be one of the few times he actually argues with you.

"please eat something... i can't just sit here whilst you... please? just a few spoonfuls, you can do that, right?"

goes to the pharmacy for way more medicine than you need - like, he comes back with boxes spilling out of his arms. very diligent with making you take tablets like antibiotics and throat soothers because he wants you better as soon as possible!

literally at your service the whole time. he takes time off school to stay with you, cooks for you, even cleans up your room if it starts getting messy.

thank him!! he'll be a mess :')))

"it - it's nothing! it's my honour, really, that you'd allow me to take care of you like this..."

#danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #nagito headcanons #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda headcanons #komaeda x reader #komaeda headcanons #byakuya x reader #byakuya togami #byakuya headcanons #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya togami headcanons #togami x reader #togami headcanons #togami #komaeda #thh x reader #sdr2 x reader #sdr2 headcanons #thh headcanons #danganronpa #nagito komaeda fluff #byakuya togami fluff #🗞; writing tag.

[thunderheadfred]

💥Bakugou HC's💥

Aged-up pro hero Katsuki for all of these. Some NSFW beneath the cut. Minors do not interact.

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General

He’s scary good at everything he tries. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing. It’s infuriating. Has zero patience when other people can’t immediately master a skill. Never let him teach you anything. Not that he’d offer, nerd.

He WILL offer, though. A lot. He can’t believe you still can’t Do That Thing. Tsh. Like THIS. You're gonna hurt yourself, Dummy.

But hold on. Of course you have unique skills of your own. You work hard to improve yourself. Trust me, he's the first person to notice. He doesn't praise anyone lightly, so when he raises his eyebrows and whispers he's impressed, your heart will go thermonuclear.

Perfect spelling and fully punctuated texts. Never uses abbreviations. Employs a grand total of four emojis, all of them angry faces. Constantly leaves you on read. He's busy, dammit.

Doesn’t smile or laugh in public (except sarcastically). His real smile is a crooked, fragile thing. Never make him feel self-conscious about it, or you might not see it again for weeks.

He does not talk about his private life to the press. Ever. Will K.O. rookie reporters who can't keep their big mouths shut.

HOweVER: he's intensely kind to his fans. There is a whole photographic sub-genre of little girls in cosplay hugging Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight like he's a Disney Princess.

Too smart for his own good. Emotionally hyper-vigilant. Overthinks every interaction to hell and back. Will act like he's not listening but actually hears every single word in a ten-block radius.

INSECURE AF. 110% convinced he will never be good enough. Terrified of his loved ones leaving him behind. Does he do anything to assuage his fears? Like... talk to anyone about it? Hell no. That would require admitting he has fears to begin with.

Seeing people upset makes him upset, especially if he doesn't know how to fix it.

The epitome of being mean because he cares. He genuinely does not seem to comprehend that monosyllabic grunts and lopsided shrugs are not actually that comforting.

Because he was such a brat growing up, he wants to make up for it now. Sort of. In his own way. Look, he's trying, okay?

He smells - so - good. Obscenely good. He doesn't wear cologne; are you joking? There's the burnt-sugar caramel candy smell of his quirk, for starters. And since he sweats deadly ammunition, he showers and wipes himself down almost constantly. He always smells clean. Like a fucking meadow.

Never got that growth spurt he was hoping for. He’s a short man - not even THAT short - but he has a Napoleon complex anyway. If you’re taller than him, the collars of your shirts will all be stretched out. He’s constantly dragging you down to his level. He will assert himself all the fucking time; the pissing contest is never-ending. Don’t wear tall shoes unless you want him to drag you around on a leash. If you’re shorter than him, that’s good. That’s very good. He likes that.

He’s an incredible cook, but everything he makes is a nuclear fire challenge. Adapt or starve.

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Dating

Makes artisanal, nutritionally flawless bento lunches for both of you. When people assume his S.O. makes them, he gets fucking pissed. Damn right your co-workers are jealous of my cooking.

Your pet name is Dummy. Don’t like it? Fine. You can be dumbass.

There will be zero PDA in this relationship. His hands are shoved so deep in his pockets you can’t even try.

Intensely private with the press. But with his friends, he will brag about you nonstop. Bakugou Katsuki has the most talented and attractive and intelligent S.O., and anyone who doesn't recognize that is blind. Were you assholes even listening?

A mutual buddy definitely recorded one of these drunken brag-rants and sent it to you for safekeeping. Do not let Katsuki find out about it, unless you enjoy having an ash pile for a phone.

Gets jealous about everything, at least at the start. He calms down eventually. Kinda. He stops saying shit to you about it, anyway, because he learns to trust you. But anyone who so much as looks at you in a too-friendly manner will get the death stare of a lifetime.

He’ll throw all kinds of temper tantrums and the two of you will argue about every tiny fucking thing. He’ll scream out car windows, he’ll ball up his shirt and gnash on it. But he will never raise his voice at you. He’d rather die than make you feel unsafe.

Honestly, the constant bickering is really just... uhh... passionate communication. Eventually you both hash out the important things. You'll learn how to step around his landmines and actually make your points, and he'll learn to open up. A little.

Once you meet his mom, Katsuki starts to make a lot more sense. His family just... emotes like that. Eventually, you and his dad form a spousal support group consisting of exactly two lifetime members. He teaches you the Bakugou family semaphore you need to survive a long-term relationship.

Katsuki can dish it out but absolutely cannot take it. The only person who can level with him about serious issues without explosive fallout is his dad. Or, on a lucky day, Kirishima.

If you give him a legitimate criticism (even gently!) he will take it about as gracefully as a knife to the gut, because it confirms everything he hates about himself.

To your never-ending shock, you’ve made him cry. Yes, CRY! You monster! More than once! His lip gets all *trembly* and his eyes get all *watery* and all you want to do is hug him, but. No. He’ll storm out and wander around for a few hours before coming back with the problem perfectly solved.

He always takes your advice to heart. No, he will NOT talk about it, stop asking.

Gets mad if you don’t snuggle him on the regular. Will drag you into his lap with a pissy little grunt. There might be two seats on this couch but you will not be needing both of them.

Takes pictures of you while you sleep.

Takes even more pictures of you when you're awake but think he's out of the room.

He looks at all these pictures when he's away on high-stakes jobs. He gets all bleary eyed and sleeps in a salty puddle without you. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW.

You don’t have to meet him at the door or anything, but when he says “I’m home,” you’d better answer fast. If he doesn’t know your precise location in 0.05 seconds, he will assume you’ve been kidnapped. He never checks the fridge for notes. Never assumes you've gone down to the konbini for a snack. No, it’s kidnapping every time.

A terrrrrrible bed partner. He goes to bed at senior citizen hours and will never fuck you after sundown. He snores SO loud. Runs hot and sweats through the sheets. Slaps and elbows you in his sleep and aggressively spoons you with his loud, sweaty body. You WILL want to suffocate him. Separate bedrooms aren’t such a horrible idea......

BUT HANG ON, because in the morning he transforms into an honest-to-god angel. He's half awake, his guard is non-existent. Morning Katsuki is a doting kissy-faced marshmallow man.

If you can wake up before the ass-crack of dawn, he will pamper the fuck out of you. You are royalty for one (1) hour only, and he is your bleary-eyed slave. You want a cuddlefuck? You got it. Hugs? Kisses? Take as many as you need. You want a perfect, fluffy, NON-SPICY omelette with a heart drawn in ketchup? Here it is, gorgeous.

Then he gets in the shower and the spell is broken.

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💥bang BANG💥

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: this here is an ASS. MAN. He'll spank you with his quirk; doesn’t matter if you’ve been good or bad. Wants to see you wince when you sit down later.

Likes pounding you face down with a vice grip on your waist.

Unfortunately, even with all that said... he doesn't exactly have the feral beast sex drive you were expecting. He’s married to his work and has the fuddy-duddy habits of a once and future valedictorian. Only fucks you when he has the time and energy to fully dedicate himself to it.

But ohhhh. Shit. When it's time? It's TIME. The man will rush for nothing. Stamina for days. Making you cum as many times as possible is a point of pride. Yeah, you passed out once.

You’re gonna need those days off when he’s done with you.

That dick THICC.

Sends unsolicited dick pics. Only after you’ve been dating a good long while - he doesn't show that shit to just anyone. But yeah, don’t check your phone at work. He won't cum without you; those pictures and videos are time bombs. You better get home. Now.

Physically dominant as FUCK, but won’t verbally degrade you unless you ask. Well, let’s be honest. Unless you beg.

Praise him and reap the rewards. A long hard ego stroking will get him off more than touching his cock ever will.

Will grab your hair and fuck your throat. Will also stop immediately if you need him to.

The two of you have safe words and gestures. Even for vanilla stuff. He’s paranoid about scaring or hurting you. He insisted you both sign a color-coded ‘love contract’ that he meticulously formatted in a word processor. When you gave him guff about it, his blush was the darkest crimson you’d ever seen.

Coin-flip: he will sometimes be unbelievably gentle in bed. Doting and affectionate, taking perfect care of you. Like, it’s baffling. There’s no warning, the switch just flips. When you want him to be extra-rough and mean, he’ll sweetly worship you instead. For hours.

Bonus: he likes being penetrated. But of course he’s got a complex about that too. Super intense power bottom. You will never fuck him hard enough. He’d like to see you try. Hit his prostate just right and he might literally explode.

You'll live happily ever after but he will say he loves you out loud exactly once. Maybe. If you're lucky. And you're both about to die.

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[juyeoniemyhoney]

make you feel my love

Losing means nothing to Ishikawa when he has you.

pairing: ishikawa yuki x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: i don’t think there’s any!

word count: 2074 words

A/N: i honestly dont know who wants to read this but im just gonna post it anyways HAHA so here all you ishikawa simps pls enjoy<3

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It all happens at once.

The noise— screams of all pitches and encouragements of all sorts, forming a raucous cacophony in the large gymnasium— halts almost immediately; like a vacuum has sucked it all up and the only thing that is left is an eerie stillness as everyone waits in antsy anticipation for the player to serve.

And then he is running up, throwing the ball great lengths into the air and jumping to meet it halfway, hitting the ball with such force and determination you can almost feel the impact yourself. The ball hurtles through the air and crosses the net with such speed you almost don't see it.

But the Japanese team does. Their libero, Yamamoto, crosses the court in a flash and bumps the ball up so high up it gives his teammates half a second to breathe before they are rushing to connect it, the setter, Sekita, tossing the ball higher in the air for Ishikawa to hit it.

The tall Brazilians loom over him like a curse, like bad karma, as determined as the Japanese are, but not nearly as desperate. Ishikawa does not mind them and he bravely hits the ball with as much strength as his worn out body allows him, sending every last bit of energy into this spike, hoping, praying, practically begging for it to work, for the ball to hit the other side of the court with such violence that the Brazilians would not be able to even react before it hits the floor.

The next thing you know, the ball hits the hands of the Brazilians and is spindling down towards the floor at breakneck speed. Yamamoto, Sekita and Ishikawa (when he lands), all throw themselves to the floor in a desperate bid to save it, to not let it touch the floor, to not let all their hard work be washed down into a drain. But to no avail.

The ball hits the floor with a resounding thud. The whistle blows and all at once, the Brazilian supporters leap from their seats and yell and scream and shout with unadulterated joy. Because they have won! They have won the game! And the Japanese have lost. The Japanese team and their supporters are quiet in the wake of their loss. You do not move, almost as if if you did, the bleachers would crack open, the earth beneath the gymnasium would cave in and you would be falling to the floor, through the soil and to the core of the earth.

The three men lift themselves up from the floor with the weight of defeat on their shoulders and their teammates pat their backs silently, looking solemn but trying to be as encouraging as possible. The team gathers at the end line of the court and another whistle blows, signalling both teams to bow. When Ishikawa's eyes hit the floor, so do the tears.

He cries in silent agony, somehow feeling like it is all his fault. He is the captain, he should have led them better than this. He is the ace, he should have been able to hit pass those blocks. He knew hitting hard was risky, he should have been more careful. He should have moved faster, reacted faster, gotten to the ball faster. He should have been sharper, more alert, better. He should have been better.

His teammates shed a few tears too, but not quite nearly as much as Ishikawa. It's unrelenting— his tears. It doesn't want to stop, even when Ishikawa roughly wipes at his eyes in frustration, desperately wanting the raw showing of emotion to stop. Everyone can see him cry in this moment and he hates it.

When Ishikawa and his team begin to move off the court, is when you break from your stunned daze. Quite frankly, you were shocked speechless. You knew Brazil was a tough opponent but your faith in your boys would always trump any form of doubt. You knew they could do it. You knew they would be able to do it. Until they didn't.

You do not see the tears from quite so far away, but when you do, you are ripping yourself from your seat with such great speed, the people around you jump in surprise. You do not care, you do not even really notice before you are sprinting down the stairs, leaping from each flight, ignoring the desperate calls of your best friend and the shocked expressions directed at you as you race to the exit of the court.

"Ishikawa Yuki!" you yell just in case you don't catch them in time. You know you could just call him or meet him at his house but you came as a surprise, and though you'd wish you could surprise him after his victory, you think that surprising him and being able to comfort him in his loss will mean just as much.

At the sound of your voice, his head whips around, eyes wide in shock as he desperately searches the people for your face, eyes glassy with unshed tears and vision slightly blurry. You jump off the rest of the stairs, running to him with flailing arms. And when Ishikawa sees you, you swear you see his lips pout, eyes glossing over as tears run down his face.

You grin and run to him and he drops everything, his water bottle, his towel, his jacket, everything, so that he can hold his arms open for you to run into and give him a big hug. And you do exactly that. You run straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his torso and shoving your face into his chest, not caring at all that he is drenched in sweat (and possibly tears), not caring at all that almost the whole gymnasium full of people can see the two of you have such an intimate moment, not caring at all because Ishikawa Yuki, the love of your life, is in tears and you have to do everything in your power to stop that.

Ishikawa's arms wrap around you too, holding you so tight and dear to him, you swear the both of you stop breathing. And with you in his arms, he finally crumbles to the floor, tears spilling from his eyes and sobs escaping his throat in ugly, high-pitched hiccups. But he doesn't care, you don't care, he's safe as long as you're here.

"When did you get here? I thought you were only going to touchdown tomorrow," he whispers in between sobs, his shaking, swollen hand coming up to your hair and entangling his fingers with the strands messily. You pull away slightly and pull Ishikawa down so that your chin rests on his shoulder and he can bury his face into your neck, your hand coming up to his sweaty hair to run your fingers through the corse, tangled strands as Ishikawa continues to cry in your arms. This position is so incredibly uncomfortable. After all, Ishikawa is insanely tall and the top of your head doesn't even really reach his neck, and you're sure Ishikawa's back is going to hurt a little later but he doesn't seem to mind at all at the position change, indulging in you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hot breaths that tickle your skin, coming out in pants as he struggles to control his sobs.

"I wanted to surprise you," you say with a fond smile, the hand that was idle on his back coming up to send a wave to his teammates when your eyes meet, even sending one to his coach, who just smiles bitterly at you. His teammates send you rueful smiles and thumbs-ups of approval before they make their way back to the locker rooms, leaving you and Ishikawa to continue embracing at the exit of the court.

Ishikawa lets out a tearful laugh, saying, "Well, I'm surprised alright. I was just thinking about you when you called my name. I almost thought I was seeing things.".

You laugh but do not reply, allowing a comfortable silence to take over as Ishikawa lets all his emotions out in the form of hot, regretful tears. Your hand continues to soothe him with pats and strokes to his back and your hand remains in his hair. Ishikawa's large hands fist your shirt at your waist as his tears and sweat seep into your shirt. You don't mind. Of course, if this were anyone else you would. But this is Ishikawa Yuki, and you love him more than anything else in this world.

"You played so well," you whisper after a while of silence. You can feel Ishikawa wanting to pull away from you but you do not allow him, knowing full well that he wants to pull away to argue with you, to debunk your words with his incessant humility, so you do not allow him. You do not allow him to deny himself the praise he very much deserves because he's worked hard for this, no matter the outcome, he and his teammates have worked his ass off for this, and the least you can do is praise him.

"Yuki, you played very well. Don't try and deny it," you say with a firm voice, hand on his head keeping his chin to your shoulder. At this, he finally laughs and you loosen your grip, allowing him to pull out of your embrace just enough for him to see your face.

His cheeks are tear-stained and his eyes are beginning to puff up with all his crying, red beginning to bloom at the corner of his eyes, slowly taking over the white. His smile is nothing short of breathtaking, swollen eyes and red lips curled up brilliantly, smile lines and the corners of his eyes creasing sweetly. You can't help but grin back when you see his smile, nose souring with endearment.

"You know me so well," he comments, fingers coming up to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jaw to your chin, tilting your face up just a little bit more. His fingers guide your head just slightly forward before he is meeting you halfway in a sweet kiss, grinning immediately after your lips meet his.

Ishikawa's eyes trace over your every feature, observing, remembering, ingraining; tracing over the curve of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the perk of your lips, the peak of your eyebrows, and the line of your jaw, fingers ghosting over each feature along with his eyes, all the while maintaining the smile on his lips.

Then, he is giving your forehead a sweet kiss before pulling out of your embrace fully, turning around to pick up the things he had dropped when you came running into his arms. He brushes off his jacket and drapes it across your shoulders, holding open the jacket for you to slip your arms into the sleeves, to which you do, before he is hooking the zip and zipping it all the way up to your chin.

In his mind, he laughs at the way you are dwarfed by his jacket. Your hands can barely be seen, only the tips of your fingers peeking out from the sleeves, and the jacket, where it usually ends at his hip, ends almost at your knees. Unconsciously, he smiles and has to physically restrain himself from pinching your cheeks.

After he zips up his jacket, he bends down to pick up his towel, draping it over his shoulder before he is bending down once again to pick up his water bottle, having set them down to help you put on his jacket. Then, without a word but with the largest, goofiest grin, he takes your hand in his and leads you out of the court and to the locker rooms in a comfortable silence, fingers intertwined with yours.

For a second there, he almost forgets that they lost the game and are not able to proceed to the quarter-finals. For a second there, he almost completely forgets about his regrets and anger and frustration. And it's all because of you. And of course, he is eternally grateful to you. After all, what on earth would he do without you? He would still be crying his ass off, that's what, though he would never admit it out loud. And it is because of this reason— though he would do it without a reason at all— that he kisses you a little longer, hugs you a little tighter, loves you a little more.

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