#at this point it's gotta be deliberate i mean come the fuck ON

[robocracker]

casualty twitter account dropping a preview clip of ryan advising cam to try mirroring jodie to get close to her and ryan and cam are literally mirroring each other as he says this, i swear to god if this tedious excuse for a love triangle doesn't end with ryan and cam getting together i'm gonna start a riot

#bbc casualty #at this point it's gotta be deliberate i mean come the fuck ON #i know casualty played the baiting game with jez and max but they're not gonna get away with that anymore #and let's be real the cam/jodie/ryan love triangle is so fucking boring #it's like ethan/alicia/cal only WORSE #because jodie has zero romantic interest in EITHER OF THEM #at least ryan and cam have something interesting going on between them #and jodie's family story is far more interesting than any tepid romance they could possibly give her right now #still not convinced this isn't just gonna be bait again because man the max/jez bait burned me BAD #but i will try to be optimistic

[lornasaurusrex]

I miss you Lorna… this is such a mess

This is an old message and I had several other similar messages, but I miss you guys and hope you’re all doing well!! I’m sorry to see nothing has improved.

I saw I was kindly mentioned by @awesomefringey and some other commenters the other day, so just wanted to log in and say hello and log back out for a few more months. 💕

Sending so so much love to all of you. Take care of yourselves and each other, please.

The video is still on YT.

#Anywayyyyy #The fandom added a whole lot more C to my C-PTSD #So a nice random message every few months instead of a freshly posted death wish is LOVELY. #Don’t fret. On meds and therapied but fresh tf out of money from it so @ L and H… lornasaurusrexx at g*ail is the PayPal if ur bored 🙃 #I hate to be like this but protect your hearts. They’ll never be able to look out for you guys and they feed these trolls ammo for snacks #and it seems to have only gotten worse. Gotta keep them hets hetbaited for their money whilst actively encouraging them to bully yall? Why? #STILL!? At this point it feels like they’ve both chosen that path deliberately now and I find it quite gross. but I’m also very far removed #So don’t worry about my opinions. Keep trusting your own intuition!!! You all see it. I love you guys and your beautiful hearts and empathy #But I hope they can sleep at night knowing the absolute fucking genuine WRECKAGE they left across the Big Gay War generation/era of Larries #Don’t worry guys I’m just as dramatic as ever. None of this has anything to do with them coming out or anything. Just how we were treated. #But trust I fuckin mean that shit from the deepest darkest pit of my Demon Larrie™️ heart. They encouraged this. 🤷🏼‍♀️ #Anyone who cares about my actual life updates: I’m a school nurse now and will be working at a bougie summer camp over break #Had a surgery I needed. Got new tattoos and piercings. In a happy and healthy relationship with the best dude for almost a year now. #OH and I went to New Zealand last year with Prettytruthsandlies!!!! We made a pact back in our Big Gay War/college days to go. And we DID!! #I got overstimulated and overfed and puked in Hobbiton. 🤣 (It was the best time of my LIFE GENUINELY🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹) #Okay BYE LOVE YOU GUYS #There are better and more humane ways to maintain a closet ..like literally STFU entirely. Ignoring it and not exploiting a kid is FREE #🇵🇸

[boxingcleverrr]

Popular Hades & Persephone "retellings" are, rightly, getting dunked on all over the socials right now and, as a Pagan who has an altar to the Queen, I could not be happier. But also, I feel like a lot of people miss WHY they're bad - aside from just plain bad writing and lazy tropes. Which are, yeah, also REALLY bad.

Pretty much all retellings try to wave away, or excuse, or twist the whole kidnapping bit. And I actually do have sympathy and understanding for why, when speaking from a modern perspective.

But honestly...you gotta get over it. There are other stories to play fix-it with, not this one.

The Abduction is The Thing.

Were I a little more sober I could bring up chapter and verse of the Hymn to Demeter but frankly, if you know even the middle school mythology curriculum version of the story, you SHOULD know the themes. The story of Persephone was one mothers and daughters in the ancient world held dear, because it was a reality: you will, one day, be swept away from your home to go cleave to a man you most likely know nothing about. You will miss your mother, but chances are very good that he will be a good husband, once you get to know him, certainly better than Zeus or Ares, and he will make you a queen of his home.

Leaving home to marry was often scary, and violent (look up the history of the tradition of Bridesmaids, if you don't already know it - they were originally decoys on the marriage road). Centuries later we'd have tales like Beauty & The Beast serving the same function: comfort, hope, you are leaving your safe loving home to figure life out with a (often older, powerful) stranger. Your trauma over this sudden ending of your childhood made manifest in a Beast, or a God of The Underworld.

It's wonderful that we don't NEED stories like this anymore to comfort us (here, at least, in this culture). But if you try to force them into modern vernacular it just will not work, not really, because you're gutting out the whole point just to have a more tidy romantic male hero.

I have read MANY very good ...novelizations? fanfic(? however you would frame them, but they're certainly not "retellings"), etc. that simply take advantage of the blank spaces in the myth, and there are many!

It's not explicit that sexual assault happens - "The Rape of Persephone" as a title was coined in much earlier eras, when the word was just as often used to simply refer to abduction.

"She was starving!" the gods didn't need to eat. So it's easy to read her eating the Pom seeds as a deliberate choice on her part. Like, shit, people, scholars have written whole papers on the symbolism of this moment, between marriage rites and even yeah, Seph choosing both worlds with her husband's knowing consent.

And that, I think, is the real heart of the thing. People want an utterly mundane, spelled-out story here, as opposed to what it really is, has always been, just like any other myth or religious parable: IT'S A METAPHOOOOOOR.

They don't need to be destined, or meet at a goddamned BALL and then CONSPIRE to fake her kidnapping, or shit, I once saw one where Hades got MIND CONTROLLED by Zeus?! Jesus.

Persephone was yoinked into the Underworld against her will.

That's how it went.

I don't mean this in a "stay out of my belief system!" way, shit I'm a white American chick with delusions of witchery. I mean this in a "stop stressing yourself out trying to make things palatable" way:

This is a very real, very precious myth to many people, BECAUSE for at least that one event, Persephone had no autonomy, BECAUSE for thousands of years most women had no autonomy. Erasing that, sanitizing the fact that a girl is ripped out of the spring, from her mother's arms, is erasing the thing that gave comfort to women for centuries. And people can and should still find power and healing in it now!

Fill in the blanks the story leaves in whatever manner seems fit to you, there's plenty of room, but. Come the fuck on.

#blathering #truly had a ramble bubbling for weeks #just pagan things

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

MODERN!ANAKIN SKYWALKER who's got a bit of a situationship with you. It's not like him, he's very new to it all and its rules, which means some key details get lost in translation with him. For most, the "talking" stage consists of the ability to still see other people during, keeping your options open so to speak. For Anakin, he expects a sort of unspoken faithfulness he had no reason to define until now.

Now, as he stares at two words. "she's busy." A text he's been deliberating over for an inappropriate amount of time. What could possess another person to answer your texts for you? A glance to your contact name confirms it, just in case he was losing his mind. He kinda wishes he was. He taps your name, and calls you. Three rings. An answer on the other line, that is most certainly not you, invades his ears.

"Yo," the deep voice says and Anakin doesn't say a word as he hangs up. Without a second thought, he pulls up your Snap Map which you've stupidly left on. You do that a lot. Sometimes he checks on you only to see what you're up to. Some days he watches your little Bitmoji happy on it's map at that little cafe you like, and he calls you to see if you'll tell him the truth of where you are.

He gets in his car, and tracks you down.

His fingers drum against the steering wheel, just like his fist drums against the front door when he gets there. It shakes the whole fucking house. He takes a step back, resting his hands on his hips, and his tongue forms over his upper lip.

The door opens, and he comes face to face with the guy he presumes texted him, and answered the phone. This is his place. "Can I help you?" he questions with an attitude Anakin doesn't fucking care for at all.

"I don't wanna talk to you, I wanna talk to her." Blunt as ever, Anakin comes off as unstable to your companion, who obviously bucks up in your defense.

"The fuck? No. What do you think this is?" he responds, and the escalation of raising voices causes you to recognize who your friend is talking to. So you come downstairs, and see that familiar head of golden curly hair.

"Anakin?" you question in disbelief, slowing your descent down the stairs. At your arrival, Anakin's attention completely shifts onto you.

"Hey." He nods up. "We need to talk." His finger points to the space in front of him, as if calling you over like a dog. Oddly and subconsciously compelled, you make your way closer to him. Your friend's arm rests on the door frame, cutting in between you two. Apparently he didn’t want Anakin slipping inside. You only notice how much taller he is compared to your friend. If he wanted to, he’d put him on his ass with a well-placed one-handed push. You try not to think about that now as you approach, standing directly behind your friend’s elbow.

“What the hell are you doing here?” At the end of your sentence, Anakin’s massive hand snatches your upper arm, and your friend goes to separate the two of you with a commotion of “woah, woah!” You appease him, tell him it’s alright, that you’ve gotta take care of this, and allow yourself to be drawn away from the door step and closer to the street.

Once he has you where he wants you, he releases you, and you jostle from the loss of support. That hand wipes down his face, the most irritable you’ve ever seen him, and he gestures to you as he steps closer, “If you’re pulling this shit, let’s just call it.” he tells you, dismissing entirely the existence of the man who owns this house.

The crease in your brows deepen. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—“

“You do, and if I’m competing with other guys I don’t want any fucking part in it.” The towering figure before you stoops to get eye level with you, “Either get smart or fuck off, alright?” You hate to say that his low voice sends shivers down your spine.

His direct ultimatum makes you indignantly blink at him, taken aback at his sheer tenacity as you weigh out the options. He doesn’t give you enough time, scoffing at you, and turning his back on you. As if he could be so bold as to expect to be the only one you’re talking to, expect to treat you this way.

And yet, somehow, you end up back at his place. Impossibly fat cock driving into your insides as he picks you up by your hips into his thrusts. Knelt onto the bed, he rocks forward, while your cervix is getting bruised into submission. You squirm, arching your back off the bed with your pretty legs stuck straight into the air. “Who’s fucking pussy is this, huh? Who’s fucking pussy is this?” Skin smacks skin, harder than before. His tongue forms over his upper lip, brows pinched in focus as he fucks you like he means to beat you into the shape of his dick.

You don’t even hesitate. “Yours!” You whimper. “Yours, Ani, all yours.” You’re lifted almost entirely off the mattress, he straps his hands over your thighs to keep your ass pinned to his abs that sheen with sweat. Cunt stuffed to the brim as he relentlessly bullies it, creating an empty fucking vacuum that screams at you every time he pulls out. You really are fucking obsessed with this entitled behemoth of a man and what he can do to your body in a few strokes.

“That’s fucking right, baby, and don’t you forget it.”

#cw toxic relationship #indy: drabbles #ch: modern!anakin #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin drabble #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin x fem reader #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin fic #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin imagine #reader insert

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 40 part one

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  (whole thing on AO3)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Agree to Disagree

The juniors are arguing because Sizhui said that some demonic cultivators might have good intentions. According to Jin Ling that means that Sizhui is celebrating the murders of Jin Ling's parents, or something.

(Actor) Peixin Qi uses forehead-squinching as a primary acting tool, which would be perfectly fine if he wasn't playing a character with a red dot between his eyebrows.

He goes on to say that Wei Wuxian is the evillest of them all, way eviller than Xue Yang. Which in sheer numbers of victims, is probably a fair point. But Xue Yang was way more of a dick.

Ouyang Zichen is all of us when he asks Jin Ling to chill the fuck out.

Sizhui apologizes even though Jingyi is ready to throw down on his behalf. It's unclear if this helps, because Hanguang-Jun chooses this moment to arrive. He immediately defuses the situation with the power of stinkeye.

(more after the cut!)

More Than Meets the Eye

Many differences between CQL and the novel are adaptational choices - Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's deep, early friendship; the yin iron plot, Jiang Cheng being loveable, etc. Changes like that, I normally don't point out, because adaptations are AUs, in my view, and can be enjoyed separately from their sources.

Other changes are driven by censorship, however, and in those cases I think it's fair to look to the novel and its less-censored adaptations for a peek at what's happening off camera. Particularly when there are scenes and interactions in The Untamed where the show seems to be deliberately pointing to the novel to fill in the blanks.

This moment on the stairs is one such scene. In the show, Lan Wangji carries liquor upstairs to Wei Wuxian, and the juniors react with shock; Jingyi drops his chicken out of his mouth and Sizhui stuffs it back in there.

They are shocked because he bought liquor, and that's the extent of their reaction.

In the Donghua, Manhua, and Novel, Lan Wangji is dragging Wei Wuxian up those stairs, having drunkenly tied him up with his headband.

First he stops to show his prize to the juniors, who have basically the same reaction in every version of the story, including Jinygi dropping his chicken and Sizhui stuffing it back in his mouth. In the novel, however, Sizhui does that to stop Jingyi from saying anything to Lan Wangji & his captive.

The liquor, in all versions, is a clear sign of how much Lan Wangji has mellowed since his youth. In case we need another reminder, we learn here that he let Sizhui get a tattoo on his finger.

Every parent will tell you, you gotta pick your battles.

Returning to to the timeline in which no visible bondage is occurring, Wei Wuxian is sitting around in the room upstairs waiting for Lan Wangji. Wasn't he busy talking to Lan Xichen when Lan Wangji went into the inn to shut the kids up? How did he get upstairs before Lan Wangji? Never mind, never mind.

Wei Wuxian goes to look out the window and Wen Ning appears, hanging off the roof like a dork, or like someone who has seen that one Spider-Man movie and is hoping for some upside-down kissing.

Wen Ning asks if Jin Ling is the kid he halfway orphaned, and Wei Wuxian says yes.

Then he hears Lan Wangji coming, and Wen Ning falls to the ground for no reason.

Wei Wuxian urgently shoos Wen Ning away, trying to hide him from Lan Wangji.

Wen Ning acts way too clueless for someone who spends so much time third-wheeling.

There's no in-world reason for Wei Wuxian to hide Wen Ning; They fought side-by side in Yi City, and they were all together for A-Qing's burial. There's not a problem between him and Lan Wangji.

Once again, the novel provides the missing information. Wei Wuxian is hiding Wen Ning because Lan Wangji is hella jealous even when he's sober. Wen Ning fell to the ground because drunk Lan Wangji leapt through the window and kicked him.

In the novel, Wei Wuxian & Lan Wangji's evening ends with a game of tag that's loaded with sexual tension, followed by a kiss...followed by Lan Wangji literally knocking himself out to avoid taking advantage of Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji does everything in the most extreme way possible.

In the live action, the most sexually charged part of their interaction is this positively sinful hip thrust that Wei Wuxian gives when he turns around at the window.

If you've seen Xiao Zhan dancing, you know this is not an accident.

Unlike the novel's perpetually clueless protagonist, live-action Wei Wuxian clearly knows he's on a date right now.

...and he's enjoying every minute of it. He's delighted that Lan Wangji has provided *good* liquor, rather than the rotgut he's able to afford himself.

As he pours for Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji points out that both of their brothers know who WWX is at this point. Wei Wuxian isn't happy about it but he says they can't do anything. Which is...not correct.

He tries once again to get Lan Wangji to tell him how he recognized him, and Lan Wangji responds by asking him why his memory sucks so much.

Wei Wuxian says "you try dying by falling from a great height TWICE and see how your brain likes it." That's what he should have said, anyway.

This whole thing about his memory isn't actually important in the live action, even though it keeps being mentioned. He's forgotten the name of their song because he was delirious when he heard it; otherwise his memory seems perfectly fine.

I think this might be another instance of the live action giving a wink to novel readers in the audience, because in the novel Wei Wuxian forgot Lan Wangji's confession of love. Which, like WangXian, was presented in a cave while WWX was delirious; Lan Wangji is not great at choosing his moment.

Anyway, this may be why Lan Wangji seems to take Wei Wuxian's memory problems personally, despite having very little in-show reason to be upset.

Lan Wangji changes the subject by asking Wei Wuxian to go to Jinlintai with him, to search for Nie Mingjue's head. Sounds like a perfect romantic getaway for a boy and his favorite necromancer.

Just as Wei Wuxian starts to ask what Zewu-Jun will think, Zewu-Jun and his cheekbones come into the room.

He's taken time to think things over--a concept the rest of the cultivation world could stand to learn about, incidentally--and he agrees that they should investigate.

Note: the non-CQL illustrations come from the MDZS manhua, which is complete online (mangadex.org includes the uncensored extra bits), and is about halfway through being published in English by Seven Seas. It's delightful and I highly recommend it.

Bonus: Lan Wangji and Sizhui enjoying some tie-in cup noodles. (A few in-character ads are included in the Viki version of the show.)

#the untamed #wei wuxian cup noodles #the manhua fills in the blanks like a champ #jingyi's chicken #wei wuxian's tiny waist #wangxian date night #the untamed gifs #the untamed meta #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #ep40

[gallusrostromegalus]

If you are still taking questions, could I ask about Uryuu? Or Mizuiro, I have always loved him and wanted to see more of him.

The day after The Stabbing Incident in which Ichigo's Shinigami Powers were activated, Lunchtime:

--

"Rukia!" Ichigo called from the door. "We got a club meeting!"

"What? Oh, right!" She giggled, all bubbly persona, which immediately vanished in the hall "-You signed me up for a club? Ichigo, you know I don't have time for extracurriculars!"

"Calm down, this one doesn't assign homework. We just meet on the roof for lunch." He explained, marching resolutely against the stream of traffic in the hall.

"Oh? Up to something illicit are you?" Rukia teased, ducking behind him to avoid being swept away.

"Nah, we just meet on the roof so Kon can join us." Ichigo shrugged kicking open the door to the roof.

" 'SUP NERDS!" Ichigo bellowed affectionately at the gaggle of teenagers already assembled on the roof. "Okay Rukia, this is the "I Can See Ghosts And It fucking Sucks Club", guys, this is Rukia."

"Hi miss Rukia!" Waved a readheaded girt that puberty had hit like a truck.

"-Rukia is a shinigami like the freak that used to live in my dad's attic, and last night one of those bigass monster ghosts attacked my fuckin' house and Rukia kinda accidentally-on-purpose stabbed me and now I got fuckin' shinigami powers, which is mostly being able to ditch my body and summon a bigass sword to kill the monster ghosts with."

Those assembled stared at him in silence.

There was a rattle and Kon appeared at the top of the chain-link fence around the roof. "You know Ichigo, I think I know why your Literature class grades suck." the cat sighed. "Rukia got injured and used her magic sword to transfer her powers to Ichigo to fight off the hollow, and accidentally gave him too much and now she's stuck here until the Shinigami skills bleed back out of Ichigo."

"Ohhhhh..." the group nodded.

"-By stabbing me." Added Ichigo. "I feel like the stabbing part is being lowballed here."

"Welp. time to reset the counter." Sighed a lightly disheveled young man with brown hair, and the youthful looking lad with black hair beside him opened his laptop, typed for a few seconds and then turned the screen to show the group a digital counter that read

DAYS SINCE OUR LAST SUPERNATURAL NONSENSE AND/OR GRIEVOUS BODILY INJURY: 0

Previous streak: 17.324 Days.

"Thanks. Very helpful." Sighed Ichigo. "Tweedle Dee and tweedle Dumbass here are Mizurio and Keigo."

Ichigo pointed to the brunette. "Keigo here comes from a long-ass line of psychics and has been documenting every instance of supernatural activity in Karkura town going back to the middle ages since he was like. Ten? Don't let the fact that he's deliberately failing out of school fool you, he's probably the world's most brilliant moron."

"Iiiiiichigoooo, why you gotta make me sound like a loser in front of the actual-factual ghost girl?" Keigo whined.

"I'll stop making you sound like a loser when you stop being a loser." Ichigo huffed, and pointed to the black-haired youth beside him. "Babyface McGee here is Mizurio, he's our other technology geek, and he can cast Summon Gun."

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Rukia!" Mizurio said, extending his hand politely. "If you need some armament against the- what did you say they were called? Hollows? - I can provide you with something. First one's on the house, as my Uncle says."

"Oh!" Laughed Rukia. "By 'summon gun' you mean you have a way of purchasing weapons! I thought for a second you had the magical ability to spontaneously manifest guns or something ridiculous like that!"

The group collectively grimaced at her, except for the silent Giant, who was too busy snuggling Kon.

"Have you ever fired a weapon like a handgun Miss Rukia?" Mizurio asked holding his hand up beside his head, as though holding up an invisible object.

"Uh." Said Rukia, staring at his hand. ""...No."

"In that case I'm going to reccomend a Glock-17 lightweight pistol-" Mizurio nodded, and a small, bright blue light ignited in his palm, swirling and drawing Reishi into it, forming a physical object.

"-it's very reliable and easy to sight accurately, and doesn't have much of a kickback so I'm confident you'll only need a little practice to be able to handle it reliably!" He smiled cheerfully as the object finished manifesting in his hand, and he easily unloaded it with a practiced motion, set the saftey out of habit and offered it to Rukia to inspect.

"UH." Said Rukia, recoiling from the weapon with alarm.

"Oh don't worry!" Mizurio chirped. "Any gun that I make- And I make them, not summon them- has infinite ammo once the clip is loaded, and it's perfectly effective against hollows! You'll be perfectly fine using it!"

"I- You- I mean-" Rukia sputtered, staring wide-eyed at the gun. "-Did you. Learn? to do this?"

"Hm-..." Mizurio frowned at the gun. "Well, I've gotten better at it over time, but it's not like anyone taught me, if that's what you mean."

"Uh-huh." Rukia nodded, teeth bared in an attempt at a smile that completely failed. "You. Uh. You got any German ancestry?"

"Oh, I wouldn't know!" Mizurio laughed. "I don't actually know who my father is, and I strongly suspect he doesn't know his father either! Why?"

"...Mizurio, I think you're a Quincy."

---

Downstairs in the lunchtime meeting of the Karkura High School Crafts Club, Uryuu Ishida sneezed in the middle of a demonstration of different stitch types, and knocked over a large bottle of glitter, coating the entire room.

"...That's a bad omen if I ever saw one." Muttered one of the girls, sparkling.

---

"What's a Quincy?" Mizurio asked.

"It's a- Okay, before I start an explanation, is there anyone else here with weird supernatural powers?" Rukia asked.

There was a whirl of energy behind her and she turned to see the Silent Giant that had been cradling Kon had manifested a strange, sleek armor over his right arm. Kon was still cradled like a very spoiled infant in his left arm, purring.

"Hi. I'm Sado Yasutora, but I go by Chad." he spoke, voice barely above a mumble as he cautiously peeked up at Rukia through his bangs. "This is my punchin' arm."

"...Great." Whimpered Rukia.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #Bleach #bleach fanfic #ishida uryuu #ichigo kurosaki #Mizurio Kojima #Keigo Asano #chad yasutora #Making Mizurio the most found-in-a-taco-bell-dumpster Quincy ever is so fun

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Hello! I just saw your Matriarch post! Can you possibly do a prologue about her backstory and her going to the other dimension with a batfamily and batmom that are still alive and together? And possibly a part 1 where she just walks into the Batcave one night after she sends out an all-call to the bats and the league and once they all start questioning what is going on she comes out and tells them about her backstory and how she'll prevent her future from happening by offing the rogues one by one and saying something like "I'm the only one who could ever succeed in doing this. And do you know why... it's because I know exactly how each and every hero and villain alike think. I know every plan and protocol in place that both sides of the gallery (i.e. meaning the heroic side and villainous side) have in place, how to stop or outsmart them, and every single possible move any of you could make against me. If you think you can stop your wife, mother, friend, or whatever else I am to you, then by all means... I invite you all to play my game, if you can capture me AND discover my plan, then I'll stop for good and go back to my time. But should I be victorious, well, the world and all of you are MINE."

Sorry for it being so long! And for the long monologue!

[Damn, that is good!!]

[Matriarch Au]

Notes.

In this au (Y/N) pretends to be a hero for the public sake. A part-timer of the league in the future.

Bruce doesn't know (but has suspicion) she is killing or torturing almost half of his rouge gallery.

She's afraid that Bruce won't love her become of his no-killing code.

There's technically a "(Y/N)" in this timeline who meets Bruce and falls in love. But, The Matriarch technically killed her before she could meet Bruce.

But here's another question. How does this (Y/N) interact with the Batfamily?

Since (Y/N) knows of each horrible thing that has happened to her children and lover. Batmom is very protective then most other Batmoms.

She still wants to give her children freedom, but also knows that when she did... They were beaten or almost killed for the sake of protecting others.

Batmom decided to mess with this world's timeline so it would be better than her own. But still deliberately decided to let some things stay the same.

1st Example, Dick Grayson. Now depending if Batmom came around before Dicks parents demise is up to you. But in this instance where she did, Batmom would try to save his parents but it doesn't work out.

2nd would be Jason, this is where it gets kinda fucked up.

Batmom is a very caring individual but Matriarch isn't.

Batmom would do whatever she can to make sure Jason will never know of his mother being alive. Batmom will even go out of her way to guilt-trip Jason and emotionally manipulate him. To the point where he doesn't care if his real mother is alive or dead.

But, if Jason does end up curious and decides to find his mother. Aw hell he ain't gonna be free from Batmoms protection. Including Matriarch.

Batmom will get Bruce on her side to not let Jason out of the house or better yet city to look for his mother. It will take a lot of convincing and emotional manipulation part two. Anything regarding Jason's mother or possibly anyone close to bearing resemblance is wiped from the Bat-computer database.

If Jason managed to find a way to convince Batmom or escape Gotham. You are three steps ahead as Batmom or Matriarch.

The only way Jason could even wind up dead is if Batmom was a second too late.

From that point on if that happens, it'll be a much worse for the latter members and friends of the Batfam.

(Y/N) has and will install trackers on everything and anyone. Your always listening, always alert.

You'll put on the facade sure, but the truth of it all is that.. You're no longer just "scared". No you're terrified, to the point you have the smallest threat or villain is your biggest enemy.

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[I'll write more for Batmom/Yandere/Villain reader! I swear! If you guys want more let me know, I still gotta describe how Matriarch Au deals with villains.]

[Maybe even write a angst dead dove do not eat fic later hopefully. Thank you for reading!]

#batmom #batfam x reader #batfam x batmom #batmom x bruce wayne #batmom x batman #batmom x batfam #yandere bruce wayne #bruce wayne x y/n #yandere!reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman x batmom #batman x villian reader #dc x you #dc x y/n #dc x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere au #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #tim drake x reader #yandere tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #batfam jason todd #dick grayson x reader #batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam x y/n #batfam #yandere batman #batman x reader

[yanderetwdslayyyy]

YANDERE DARYL DIXON X MALE READER

I wrote this a while ago. Its probably shit lmao

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I can't let him find me

He's a tracker for fucks sake. He's the worst person I could've attracted.

"Yeh gotta be joking Y/N. Yeh can't run forever." He scouted with his Crossbow and stalked silently. "I know that for a fact yeh get exhausted after what, 5 minutes? Jus' come out and we can settle this with an agreement"

I just continue running. I know that if he captures me I'll have no chances ever. When he makes a mistake he never repeats it.

I see an abandoned warehouse up in the distance. I did the stupid this and head to the door. It's unlocked. I barge inside and it's filled to the brim with boxes. Nooks and crannies everywhere. I start running through the maze of them and pray silently that there isn't a walker around any of these turns.

Suddenly I hear the door to the warehouse slam open. His voice now echoing and ten times more terrifying.

"I know yer in 'ere darlin'" his footsteps were deliberately loud. This warehouse was fucking huge. Y/N went on their Tip-toes to see if they could peer over the boxes and see Daryl. little did they know there was a biter stalking up behind them.

Daryl stopped for a moment to listen, all of a sudden he heard Y/Ns oh so alluring scream. Daryl ran towards the sound, through the maze of boxes he saw in the path Y/N forced to the ground by a walker, it was inches away from their face. Y/N didn't see Daryl there so was frozen when the arrow when through its skull, the walker went limp onto Y/N.

"Are yeh bit." He said while searching for their skitterish eyes.

"No"

They locked eyes. he looked at Y/N with, not so much anger, but disappointment. he threw the walker off of them and he wasn't gentle, He just reached down and pulled Y/N up by his hair.

"Ar' yeh fuckin' done playing these games?" He yelled in his face.

"I hope yeh realise soon that you don't have time to be picky with who yer meant to be with.." Daryl threw Y/N into the wall and trapped the with his arms "I will do all that I can to make sure you realise that you can't escape your fuckin' fate. You're mine"

Daryl, after he said that felt an erection forming. He breaths out and leans into his boyfriend. Their groins rubbed together. Y/N had given up. Fighting was useless because falling down a Cliff with an arrow in his back didn't stop him. So how could meek little Y/N do anything? Running and hiding his trail was pointless as well because he was a tracker, a hunter- Fuck, Y/N was the only one who struggled to use a gun and the only male forced to stay behind and do "women work". Y/N just leant back against the wall and zoned off trying to force himself not to care anymore.

"C'mere..." Daryl put his hands on Y/N's cheeks, turning his head to tilt, he started dominating his mouth, his tongue not missing any part of his mouth. He palmed himself through his jeans and moaned into Y/N's mouth. He swapped from his groin to Y/Ns. Starting to get annoyed that he wasn't feeling mutual excitement so he stopped, he aint gonna force himself on him, that would scare him even more.

"I'm takin' yeh home"

"Home..." Daryl had one arm on Y/N's Waist and the other holding a pistol pointed at Y/N. But Y/N didn't care anymore.

"Get the fuck off of me Daryl" Y/N stops walking. Forcing Daryl to stumble forward slightly.

"What the fuck'sa matter now?" He grunts

" I hate you"

"Okay? hurry the hell up" Daryl tried to Brush him off.

"I hate you. I would fucking hand you over to the Walkers if I had a chance...

Daryl you are the worst thing that has happened to me. That's FUCKING Saying something"

"You don't mean that. I know you don't mean that. You would be dead without me-"

"compared to this, that would be great!"

"Okay. yer gonna regret saying that" Daryl continues dragging Y/N along the path. then he turns suddenly towards a Puddle with thick mud.

"Sid'down" Daryl grabs his crossbow and points it at Y/N. "I said sit the fuck down" Y/N sits in next to the puddle.

"Oh fuck off" Daryl kicks Y/N into the puddle, causing their entire bottom half to be wet and gross.

"what the hell..." Y/N goes to stand up in shock when a piercing pain travels through His entire left leg. he looks down and see's an arrow directly in his knee. they start breathing heavily while his entire leg is throbbing.

"oh fuck- oh fuck fuck ohhmmmmmm-" he squealed loudly.

"Oh shit. I thought'cha was a Walker. covered in all that shit and all." Daryl laughs. "At least, that's what everyone else is gun' think"

Daryl covered Y/N's mouth when he started sobbing.

"see darlin'? this is proof that you can't survive on your own, without me" Daryl crouches down to cover the top of Y/N with wet muddy water. scooping some of the blood from his leg to cover his body.

"Why?" Y/N chokes out. desperately holding back more sobs. Daryl pulls Y/N up and starts walking back to camp, helping them limp back.

"Why what? Why did I save yer life? Why do I go to extreme lengths to prove my luv for you? Why...huh"

"..."

"that leg must be fuckin' killin'. am I right?" he chuckles. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before pushing me away and running, huh?"

#yandere the walking dead #yandere daryl dixon #yandere twd #yandere #daryl dixon #yanderecharacters #daryl x y/n #daryl x you #daryl dixon x male reader #yandere x male reader #male reader

[meta-squash]

I really wish there had been one more episode between Adrift and Fragments in series 2.

I know Adrift isn't really a favorite episode but it leaves some huge unanswered question and does some really interesting character advancement for Gwen. But because Fragments comes next, nothing gets done with any of that.

One of the unanswered questions is: Do Owen and Tosh know about Flat Holm? I think it's easily plausible both ways.

If they know about it, they also are probably very aware of the limitations of such a facility and also the potential consequences (emotional and security-wise) of letting civilians or family members know about it. I wouldn't be surprised if they were told that Flat Holm was need-to-know. (I wouldn't put it past Jack to tell them separately, so they both think no one else knows.) In any case, if they know about Flat Holm, I think by this time in series 2 they would also be able to gauge what Gwen's reaction would be and how she would try and push the limits of this project, when it's already pretty much as good as it can get, considering the nature of, well, everything.

On the other hand, it makes sense that Ianto knows about Flat Holm if he's doing secretarial duties like expenses and supply runs and things like that, and that it was hidden from everyone else.

And then, if they didn't know about it before, were they told about Flat Holm after? Did Gwen tell them? Or Jack? Or Ianto? I imagine they would react in a more reasonable way than Gwen. Perhaps they'd offer some suggestions for changes but I don't think they'd push much.

The other question is, what's Ianto's motive? And what was Jack's response? We know Ianto pointed Gwen to Flat Holm and we know Jack figures it out, but we don't see them talk about it after. Did Ianto give her clues because he knew she wouldn't stop pushing? Did he give her clues because he thought her knowledge of the facility would be helpful? Was he trying to teach her the exact lesson that she learns in the end? How did Jack react when he got back? What was the conversation between them? It's the first time since Lisa that Ianto deliberately defied Jack and went behind his back about something. That's gotta be a pretty intense blow to their relationship and trust, at least in that it will bring up old wounds.

And the entire episode like I said is some interesting character advancement for Gwen. This is the first time her pushing truly and spectacularly blows up in her face in a way that cannot be fixed at all. For the most part every time she fucks up or goes to far either Jack/the team are able to save the day, or she fumbles it back. This time, the damage is done on a level that she can't undo, and she learns that sometimes you can't do more, that it's better not to know things, that sometimes her actions of "caring" do more harm than good, and learns that there's a lot more to Jack and Ianto and the whole business of running Torchwood than she thought.

I just wish there was one more "regular" episode in between Adrift and Fragments, where we get to see how those realizations might have altered how Gwen saw or functioned in the job, and how Jack and Ianto's relationship might have been affected, and stuff like that.

I mean, I know that's what fanfiction is for, of course, but I'd be so interested to know what the actual showrunners would have done with it. Mainly because the trajectory all the characters were going in in the latter half of series 2 was actually pretty interesting, and then it just screeches to a halt.

#squash rambles #torchwood meta #torchwood

[esthermitchell-author]

It Begins!

So, I'm in the final steps. Just reading through to make sure there aren't any obvious spelling, etc errors... but hopefully by the end of this week, I'll be starting the upload of the *Explicit* version of BORN OF STARLIGHT, as well as an updated version of the non-explicit version.

In the meantime, below the cut is one of the added scenes that will be available in both versions...

Aziraphale watched his husband prowl restlessly through the shop. Worry knotted in the Archangel's chest at the waves of anxiety coming off Crowley and the tension radiating around him like ozone just before a lightning strike. The atmosphere surrounding his husband had been like that ever since Crowley returned from wherever he'd gone -- Mayfair, if Aziraphale had to hazard a guess, given the electric hum of hellfire and Crowley's generally anxious and irritable demeanor since the demon's return. Not that he thought Crowley would ever let lightning loose in their home, but it was clear the demon was stressed.

Aziraphale frowned in concern. It was about time he did something about this, before all of Crowley's anxiety woke Jem again.

Rising to his feet, he waited patiently for Crowley to stalk through the sitting area again, and stepped quite deliberately into his husband's path. The demon pulled himself up short of running into the angel, his expression confused as he muttered, "Angel? Wot the–?"

"Shh," Aziraphale shushed him softly, laying his left hand gently over Crowley's racing heart and feeling the beats gradually slow beneath his touch. With his right hand, he reached up to glide his fingers around Crowley's neck and up through the shoulder-length strands the demon kept tied back from his face as he drew Crowley to him, until their foreheads rested against each other. He saw the flicker of relief in his demon's golden eyes before they fell shut, heard the quiet sigh Crowley didn't bother to mask, and felt tension draining from Crowley's body.

"Better?" The angel asked quietly, offering his husband a gentle smile and leaning up to brush a loving kiss over the demon's lips.

Crowley's eyes opened and he lifted one hand to press against the side of Aziraphale's neck. "Yeah. Thanks, angel."

"Always, my love. Want to talk about it?"

Crowley winced slightly, shaking his head as he straightened. "Nah. Not just yet."

Aziraphale released his hold, making sure his smile was in place as he nodded and stepped away. It wouldn't do to stress Crowley with his ridiculous feelings, just now. "Well, you know where to find me, when you're ready."

"Oi." The strong, slim fingers of Crowley's hand caught the Archangel's wrist as he turned away, halting his retreat. "It's not like that, angel. There's just something I gotta do, and I don't want you worrying."

Aziraphale chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're being silly, again. I'll always worry about you, Anthony. I always have."

"Angel..."

"I also trust you to be careful. The two aren't mutually exclusive." The Archangel glanced down at where Crowley had a light grip on his wrist, then up to his husband with one lifted eyebrow as he made his position very clear. "And neither of which means I won't personally turn Hell upside down to drag you back here -- should you get yourself caught -- so you can explain to our daughter how whatever you're up to is important enough to risk her happiness and safety."

Crowley stared at him for a long moment, then huffed a quiet laugh. "Fuck, angel. How do I manage to forget just how much of a bastard you can be if you put your mind to it?"

"No idea. In this case, I'm serious, Crowley." He waited until he was sure he had the demon's complete attention before quietly demanding, "Promise me you're not going to break her heart. Or mine."

He watched Crowley swallow, saw the fear and pain in his husband's eyes, and knew his point was made, even before the demon lifted his captive hand, kissed the wedding band there, and rasped, "I thought I already did."

Aziraphale sighed when he saw the demon glance at his watch. Pulling away, he shooed his husband toward the door. "Go, already. I know you have things to do, whatever they are."

Crowley looked deeply conflicted for a long moment, then nodded, his expression going harder than Aziraphale had seen it since 1862. Knowing what he now knew about that time, the Archangel suppressed the clutch of fear in his chest. He was right, then -- whatever Crowley intended to do was dangerous.

As if aware of Aziraphale's fear -- which his demon probably was, at that -- Crowley offered him the flicker of what he no doubt meant as a reassuring smile, and muttered, "I'll be back tomorrow night. Give Jemmy a hug and a kiss for me, and let her know I'm not gone long, yeah?"

"Of course." Aziraphale knew, with sinking certainty, this was how Crowley always felt whenever he had to go to Heaven for something. Only, Heaven wasn't dangerous. Not anymore. If Crowley ended up in Hell... The Archangel's breath caught on a quick burst of panic as his husband turned toward the back door of the shop. His hand instinctively lifted to stop Crowley from leaving, then fell back to his side, trembling, as he whispered, "I love you, Anothony J. Crowley. Remember that."

Crowley turned, covered the handful of steps between them, and crushed the angel's mouth beneath a desperate kiss that was all too short, before pulling away to mutter, "I love you, too, angel. I will be back, and I'll be careful. I promise."

Aziraphale nodded, clenching his trembling hands into fists at his side as he watched the love of his life disappear through the bookshop's back door, then heard the muted sound of the Bentley starting. If there was one certainty the Archangel held onto, it was that Crowley was his. If he had to drown Hell in Holy Water and destroy Satan Himself to get his husband back, there wasn't a question in Aziraphale's mind that's what he'd do.

"Don't make me have to rescue you," he whispered, certain Crowley could feel the words, even if the demon couldn't hear them.

#good omens #good omens fandom #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #azicrow #ineffable spouses #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #gomens fanfic #go fanfic #gomens

[qqueenofhades]

people online proudly declare themselves communists and wonder why that's not an effective political strategy and why the dems don't take what they're saying into consideration and it would be funny if it wasn't so disturbing. i don't know what this insistence on certain language comes from but i wish these people would take a step back and look at the bigger picture instead of doubling down.

You know, at some point you've just gotta conclude that they're really fucking stupid, and they like it and don't have any plans to change. You can explain it a thousand times, you can invoke the historical context, you can introduce them to (gasp) non-American perspectives on the world, you can cite hard data about how much of a turn-off this is for the Mushy Middle, you can explain the American political system, you can point out that engaging in a thoroughgoing critique of late-stage capitalism doesn't mean old-school twentieth-century communism is any better, you can make all the reasoned emotional, economic, historical, and political arguments you want.... but if it still does nothing, and they keep doing it, you gotta conclude that they are deliberately stupid and they see their beliefs as a totem to justify their inaction and keep infidels out (i.e. anyone who might challenge them or point out that they are, indeed, weapons-grade morons). So. Yeah.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts

[sawdust-emperor]

I just watched Talk To Me and HOLY SHIT ITS SO GOOOOOOD

A lot of critics say a particular movie is the best of the year or their favorite until the next above average one comes along. this one is one you can believe them out of the gate!!

(spoilers below cut)

The entire thing is great! The tension is sickening.

Firstly, this is not a drug metaphor - the hand IS a drug. It is a representation of a drug, not a metaphor for one. I think that honestly benefits this movie a lot. There are movies that try to hint at what they're representing with their monster, fuck it up real bad, and manage to encourage suicide or continued abuse in doing so. It's better in that case to stop playing coy and say outright what you mean. This movie does that brilliantly!

The representation of limbo is horrifying, a mix of people who are still kind of there and people who have lost all inhibition - reaching out to such a place gives everyone who takes the hand a wildly different experience every time they do. Sometimes the spirits just want to sing, sometimes they're violent, sometimes they're horny, sometimes they want to talk. Some just bark and snap. No matter what, they can't be punished for their actions by the people being possessed - so some of them get reeeeaaal gross for the 90 seconds they get to be flesh and blood again, but not all of them.

The scene after Mia talks the other people into letting Riley take the hand for a little bit (and she does talk them into it, as the people who had the hand point out later in the movie - Riley's shitbag friend wants to drink, but doesn't want to take the hand himself, Riley is trying to prove he's mature by taking the harder experience. The other adults in the room were ready to let Jade have the final say on whether he got to do it or not until Mia said it would be okay) is genuinely sickening. The impact! The secondhand guilt!! It's like that scene from Hereditary but COMPLETELY fresh and new, and he doesn't even die! You're left watching in horror as the spirits jerk him around, and in the back of your mind you may think 'you've gotta get the hand! Or the candle!! SOMETHING!' but all the people there act like real people do, and try to stop him from hurting himself first rather than shutting the door on the spirits. At the end, Jade and Mia LITERALLY have his blood on their hands. Jade shouldn't have taken him. She shouldn't have forgotten him for an hour, and given him leverage. Mia shouldn't have let him try.

And then Mia can't reach out to anyone else because she's still also fucked up from the hand thing - primary support, her immediate family? She won't go to her dad for support. Secondary, Jade and her family? Drove them away with the hand thing. Tertiary, her outer circle of friends? She isn't deliberately driving them away, but the side effects of the hand are making her even harder to be around than she was before, when she was only grieving one person.

And the ENDING - everyone leaving the hospital (one way or another) while she's there in limbo is brilliant, and I never saw anything about it online. I saw the car scene, but I never saw the ENDING ending. Her finally chasing after her dad after her dad has been desperately chasing her and trying to reconnect only to not catch up and lose him in the elevator is so well done. I don't know if she actually killed him or not - when we see Jade, Riley, and their mom leave the hospital, the lights go out. The lights don't go out for the old man, or for the three of them when they're still in the room. Did her dad survive? Is the elevator a metaphor, and he's leaving limbo (either by dying or recovering from the blood loss) or was he actually leaving the hospital after identifying Mia's body? The lights go out as she reaches the door. Did she leave, or him?

The final shot of her desperately seeking anyone who can see her, blindly chasing after back after back after back - even the kangaroo has turned its back to her - only to end up on the other side of the hand, taking a stranger's hand in the dark because that's the only way she can touch someone else now, incredible. The visual of her closest friend and her family chatting together, happy that Riley woke up, even though Mia is gone, is quietly agonizing. She kidnapped Riley and now their mourning for her is different because she got tangled in something she shouldn't have. A breath of relief mixed with the sadness. And then the very ending : the fact that the hand has already found it's way into another group, and we don't know how much time has passed. Chef's kiss. None of her friends ('friends') are ever going to see her again because they won't touch that thing after what it did to Riley. Brilliant. No other way to describe.

#talk to me movie #movie review

[itsclydebitches]

I'm about to sound so unsympathetic since the chick was basically physically and psychologically messed up but during the whole beat down tirade I was like 'you forgot her hypocrisy about secrets, would've been a nice layer on there too' because I just.... the show got to the point where I didn't care about Ruby anymore and even though I stopped watching the show a while ago I still keep up with your recaps and sometimes a clip or two. But while I'm sure that scene garnered a lot of sympathy for Ruby, it just gave me satisfaction of the fact that even though Neo didn't know the full deal, she knew ENOUGH to keep kicking Ruby down from her self righteous perch into the mud and I honestly gotta give it to Neo, she tore her apart in an unrelenting and unforgiving fashion. It was amazing and terrifying. But then the writers went and did that to Neo, like damn guys, she still needs to get back at Cinder.

I definitely felt for Ruby in that scene because it was A Lot. As you say, Neo did a great job of psychologically messing with her, on top of a massively unfair physical fight. As well done as moments of that was though... that's kind of my problem with it? The extreme nature of Ruby's torture ensures that she doesn't have to acknowledge the points Neo made. Because Neo is a super evil villain who is deliberately twisting these situations to make Ruby feel solely responsible, preying on someone who is already blaming themselves to the point of suicidal ideation. The outcome of this will never be, "We do need to rethink the choices we've made and acknowledge our responsibility in many of these tragedies," it'll be: "Don't worry, Ruby! Neo is a lying villain! You're a good person and you need to learn that these feelings of guilt are lies as well." Certainly the rest of Team RWBY aren't grappling with guilt at the outcome of everything that's gone down. They're being vaguely sad that they don't have a home to go back to and are otherwise flirting. It's Ruby who is 'inaccurately' blaming herself.

Which is precisely what I didn't want because it lets Ruby off the hook. I never wanted a villain to point out Ruby's mistakes because, as said, that gives the story an easy out - why would we listen to the bad guy? I wanted a scene like the first half of Ren's where the heroes realize that they've fucked up and work to better themselves, but obviously that was rejected. All the Ever After has given us are creeps/evil-doers who, as a result of their characterizations the group doesn't need to listen to. Because they're bad guys. Caterpillar shows them spooky smoke people who question their status as heroes? They're spooky smoke people! Why would we trust them?? Cat questions whether they're actually as nice and as fair as they claim? The Cat is revealed to be super duper evil! Magical figments of Ruby's dead allies point out that she's often made things worse and they've died as a result? It's all an exaggerated manipulation orchestrated by a villain to get Ruby to commit suicide. There shouldn't be an outcome where Ruby goes, "Neo was right about some of that" because the scene was just too horrific and overflowing with manipulation to allow such an acknowledgement without Ruby coming across as still suicidal/self-hating. As cathartic as it can be to see Ruby getting called out, I find it far more frustrating that the call outs are so extreme that it continually positions Ruby as just another victim. Volume 9 is working hard to make you feel any guilt for criticizing Ruby: How can you be mean to the suicidal girl ignored by her teammates and targeted by Neo?? Ruby went from an incredibly cocky powerhouse straight into a #SadGirl, completely bypassing the opportunity for someone to legitimately criticize her without that being framed as kicking a puppy for, supposedly, no reason.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas #suicide tw

[britcision]

Someone very special to me has not died for another whole entire year so to celebrate… well, I heard this song, and my heart went “DORIAN”

So

Enjoy?

@ekwolfwood 10/10 great job also do not die next year please

Brian Falduto fucking gets me I’d never have found this song again if not for the album name

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Hottest Guy Here

Varric and Dorian exchanged knowing looks. They’d been observing… well, some truly disastrous flirting between Lavellan and their own good commander from across the bar.

It had been great. Varric got them a couple bowls of peanuts, there was a free show, Cullen went at least six shades of red once he’d worked out that Lluciano was in fact flirting.

And then the commander had downed his drink, said something neither of them caught, and left.

Lluciano, poor guy, was still sat at the same table, sipping his own drink and occasionally glancing around.

Finally Dorian sighed.

“He still thinks Cullen is coming back, doesn’t he?” He asked rhetorically, already resigned to the answer.

Varric chuckled into his ale and downed it.

“Look at him. Is that a man who knows he’s been walked out on?” He shot back, then set his mug on the table and stood. “C’mon.”

Dorian hesitated a moment longer, looking from his drink to the still happily waiting elf. Lavellan was kicking his legs under the chair now, not a care in the world.

“Oh Maker I didn’t think you’d want to get involved,” he whined, quickly finishing his drink too. Varric gave him a slap on the shoulder that nearly made him drop it.

“Someone’s gotta, or the kid will wait at that table til the sun comes up and Cadash will have all our asses.”

That was inarguable, and Dorian may have still grumbled, but he didn’t delay further. Although apparently he didn’t quite stand fast enough for Varric.

“Besides, he’ll be sadder if no one tells him. D’you really want to leave him to work it out on his own?” The dwarf asked and Dorian heaved another sigh, shoving away from the table.

“Yes, yes, you’ve made your point. He’s far too pretty to be left moping.” And quite possibly would wait for Cullen well into the next day.

Eagle eyed as he was to identify plants in the wilds or spot an attack, Lluciano Lavellan was completely fucking oblivious to all else.

Especially the discomfort of a certain blond man in armour who couldn’t handle the addition of pretty young men to his preferences.

Frankly Dorian thought that the sooner he made up his mind the happier they’d all be, since Lluciano adored him. And didn’t seem to have noticed that the friendly flirting he’d apparently always engaged in had begun to mean something rather different to the commander.

Dorian blamed Cadash. Not because he thought the dwarf had anything to do with it, he just liked assigning them the fault for any inconvenience.

It wasn’t like they did anything but enthusiastically agree.

Lluciano greeted them warmly as they approached, just a hint of pink tinting his green veined cheeks. He still looked happy as could be, even if he did glance at the door Cullen had left through.

“Hello! Would you like to join us? Cullen should be back soon, we were just talking,” the elf said brightly, nodding to the other two chairs at the table.

Varric slipped deliberately into Cullen’s, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I don’t think the commander’s coming back, Petals,” he said softly, under the hubbub. Seemed to notice something on the ground, his brow furrowing.

Lluciano just looked adorably confused.

“What? No, we were having such a good time, he’ll…”

Dorian couldn’t bear it. He threw himself into the seat on the other side of Lavellan, tossing an arm around the skinny elf.

“I’m sorry my dear Inquisitor, but I’m afraid it’s true. Very rude of him not to say goodnight and all that, but the man has fled.” He tried to say it as nicely as possible, but the words left a bitter taste in his mouth.

A little too fresh off the talks with his father, perhaps. His patience for this brand of intolerance was at an all time low.

He regretted it as Lluciano’s face crumbled.

“Did I do something wrong?” The elf asked them both, looking from one to the other in desperate entreaty. It drew Varric’s attention back to him and the dwarf reached out to quickly pat his hand.

“Nothing at all, Petals. Not your fault,” he hurried to reassure their herald.

Dorian huffed, his own grip tightening almost defensively around the man, pulling him back against Dorian’s chest. Lluciano let out the most delightful little squeak.

“The good commander has likely only just heard the scandalous rumours about you and I and finally come to the conclusion that perhaps you are actually showing interest when you flirt with him. How it took this long is a miracle to me,” he added darkly.

Cheeks now very flushed, Lluciano did his best to turn and face Dorian without actually pulling away.

“Scandalous rumours? About us?” He asked, voice just a little higher than usual.

Dorian should have stopped. Drawn back, apologised, he was fully aware of it. But he’d downed more than half a pint of ale on top of the three he’d already had with Varric trying to forget his father existed.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on Lavellan’s shoulder.

“Oh, you know. I’m the devious Tevinter magister who wormed my way into the Inquisition by seducing the good, pure Herald of Andraste,” he purred, and there was no way he couldn’t have felt the shiver that ran through Lluciano.

Well shit. Maybe the elf had been flirting with Dorian with purpose too. Dorian had hoped, but Lluciano was just so eager to flirt with anyone and everyone.

Not that he was going to think any better of Cullen for possibly not having noticed the same.

Lluciano was speechless for a long moment, but it most certainly didn’t feel like a rejection. Varric disappeared briefly under the table and for a hazy moment Dorian very seriously considered setting the elf on top of it and showing the whole tavern what Cullen was missing.

Then Varric resurfaced, slapping something down onto the middle of the table and startling Lluciano into jumping right out of the mage’s arms.

“Well look what I found!”

Dorian very seriously considered sending some choice spells his way, but those considerations vanished immediately when he saw what Varric had found. A nasty smile tugged at his lips.

“Well, well. Is that the good commander’s coin purse?” He asked innocently.

Lluciano seemed surprised, like he’d forgotten Cullen had been there at all. Well, good for him.

“Oh no, did he leave it? Maybe he will come back after all…” it wasn’t quite the same hopeful tone as before either. Even better.

Varric shook his head expansively, scooping the purse back towards him.

“No, no, this is clearly an apology. He doesn’t want his issues to ruin your night, so he’s left it so he can buy you some more drinks,” he explained with complete certainty.

Lluciano still looked a little sceptical, but Dorian was definitely picking up what the dwarf was putting down. He nodded vehemently, turning and waving to the bar.

“Shots of your best whiskey for the table, on Commander Cullen. Actually, shots for the whole bar!” He decided, to a round of cheers.

Cabot looked a little sceptical, but Dorian caught his eye and gave him a significant look. After all, it wasn’t him who’d be tipping, it was Cullen.

Teach the man to run away from his problems. And besides, he was Skyhold’s military commander. The only reason he paid for anything in the fort was because he was too polite not to.

There was a run on the bar for the free shots, but Cabot made sure that they got theirs first. Cutting through the crowd and swatting hands, he delivered the three smaller glasses and a bottle.

“Gonna take a while to clear that lot. Seems like you gentlemen may need refills.” His usually gruff tones did absolutely nothing to show if he’d caught on, or what he thought of the ruse.

If it even counted as a ruse, since Cullen had left his coin purse himself. They had just found it, and like good friends they would return it to him.

A little lighter than they’d found it, perhaps, but that was the finder’s fee. And a little extra for trying to disappear without a word on a sweet man who hadn’t even done anything differently from their past dozen conversations.

Whatever reluctance Lluciano may have had on finding the purse disappeared in the face of the benefits and he took his shot eagerly with Dorian and Varric.

And since they had their own bottle, the next round didn’t even have to wait. Or the one after that.

The singing started in around the fifth round of shots, which Dorian once again decided to share with the rest of the bar. They did a rousing toast to commander Cullen as the bar once again disappeared behind bodies.

The bard hadn’t quite finished her little ditty to their good commander, but the Inquisition was fast developing its own drinking songs, and once they persuaded her to share what she had

(Cullen’s coin purse once again a factor, in the form of an extra strong bottle of Dalish wine)

They all took turns ad-libbing their own verses. Lluciano’s was rather sweet, for all that it ended in an ode to the good commander’s ass.

Dorian’s follow up was a little less touching, but it wasn’t like he’d had much time to get to know the commander. Other than that he was also an excellent cheat at board games.

Both got cheers though, as did every other attempt to sing the praises of their military leader. The tavern was about half full of soldiers and mercenaries, the usual mix, and common folk who’d either sought refuge or made a pilgrimage to Skyhold.

What lucky souls had made it by tonight would certainly have some tales to tell.

The commander’s generosity was only one aspect of the night, though it was a strong unifier.

The Iron Bull’s Chargers arrived en masse not long after the party really got going (which may well be the first time Dorian had seen proof that they existed outside of the bar), and they had some excellent songs of their own.

Dorian found himself rather taken with Bull’s second in command, a handsome fellow named Krem who dropped by to greet their Inquisitor as a personal friend. Lluciano made the introductions eagerly and suddenly Dorian was surrounded by all manner of sweaty mercenaries.

Entertaining people, though. Fond of sharing stories, extravagant drinking games, and encouraging entirely-too-drunk elves to dance on tables.

Dalish led Lluciano in something that looked like river dance, involving a lot of bouncing and kicking in place. Lluciano wasn’t exactly great at it, but given how drunk he was just not kicking all their drinks off the table was a feat.

Dorian firmly refused to join in, but that didn’t stop the Chargers from sweeping people far and wide into their raucous dancing. Varric joined in enthusiastically enough, although as far as Dorian could see he was doing a different dance entirely.

All in all, it was one of the most enjoyable nights Dorian had had in years. Lluciano was happy, his exuberance shining like a star in the festivities.

Not that Dorian would ever admit that something so small would make warmth glow in his chest, but. It did. And took some of the urgency from the part of his mind plotting dire revenge on Cullen.

Maybe just a stern talking to. A reminder that it was no one’s fault but his own if he got up his own arse. And a much lighter coin purse, which should do the trick.

And, well, now that he knew Lluciano was receptive to his own attentions? Dorian took a moment when most of the Chargers had passed out and the party was finally winding down.

Lluciano wobbled his way to the bar and Dorian followed, giving Cabot a broad wink behind the elf as he tried to order another round of ales.

“Actually, Luci, I was thinking it’s time to turn in for the night,” Dorian purred, leaning up against the bar beside the elf.

Who jumped like he hadn’t known Dorian was there, turned, and pouted with the widest puppy eyes Dorian had ever seen.

“Oh, d’you have t’ go?” Lluciano asked, words running together in a combination of drink and pleading.

Dorian would very much have liked to kiss him, the sweet little man, but he was a gentleman. He would ask first.

“Well, I was rather hoping you’d accompany me,” he offered with his most charming smile. Lluciano blushed cherry red again and clearly forgot every language he’d ever known, mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

Finally he gave up on speech and nodded, slipping his hand through Dorian’s offered arm and tucking himself in close.

Fantastic.

Dorian was quite sure he couldn’t perform at his best, he’d had plenty of drinks of his own, but dammit he had a sweet and willing partner, his father could go to hell, and it wasn’t like either of them would remember the night with all that much clarity.

Waking up in the same bed the next morning could hopefully lead to some fresh encounters all their own, which they’d both remember.

Hell, if Dorian did his best, maybe Lluciano would stop mooning after Cullen entirely, and they’d all be happier for it. Except Cullen, once he worked out what he’d missed.

There had been rumours that at least one of the Heralds had been cavorting on the war room table. Dorian could probably take Luci there loudly enough to make Cullen turn all sorts of interesting colours.

Tonight though, Dorian was going to do his level best to finish off an excellent night with at the very least bloody good sex, Lluciano following him eagerly across the courtyard and back into the main keep.

Stumbling a little, clutching each other for support, they made it up the stairs and into the opulent chambers Dorian had fashioned for himself.

Lluciano threw himself enthusiastically onto the sheets and Dorian didn’t bother hiding his laugh, swaying back without the anchor of the other man’s weight.

Paused when Lluciano didn’t move.

Was he alright? Had he somehow injured himself on a bed? The man was trouble prone enough, Dorian wouldn’t have been stunned.

He was even pretty sure he could identify a healing potion if needed.

Stumbling closer, he prodded with the exaggerated care of the very drunk at Lluciano’s shoulder.

The elf let out a loud snore.

Dorian stared down at him for a while, this information sinking slowly through a haze of drunkenness and half-anticipatory excitement.

Of course.

Of course that was how tonight ended.

Sighing to himself and then dissolving into helpless giggles, Dorian kicked off his boots and threw himself into the bed on the other side of Lluciano.

Who dipped and rolled towards him as the bed sank beneath his weight, but the mood was well and truly broken. Dorian let him tuck himself up close, and just about managed to drag one of the blankets over the both of them.

“‘Rian?” A sleepy mumble came from somewhere under the mess of red hair now pressed to his chest. Dorian pressed a chaste kiss to the top of his head.

“Go to sleep,” he told Lluciano, and absolutely did not feel a blossoming fondness in his heart when the elf immediately threw an arm around him, nuzzled closer, and started snoring again.

**

Dorian’s resulting hangover was light enough that he was almost feeling charitable as he approached their good commander’s office.

He certainly hadn’t been pacing himself, but that Skinner woman from the Chargers had told him to balance his wine with water and it seemed to have helped at least a little.

Poor Lluciano was still in Dorian’s bed, whining whenever the sun shone through the crack in the curtains. Later, Dorian would have to see what he remembered.

And maybe take the chance to actually follow through on what they’d missed the night before. Gods, they might even both remember it if they weren’t uproariously drunk before.

All in all, he was in a rather good mood as he sauntered up the stairs, across the battlements, and pushed Cullen’s door open.

Cullen looked up from his paperwork just in time for his coin purse to land on the desk in front of him.

“You were utterly awful to Lavellan last night,” Dorian told him cheerfully, not beating around the bush, “but don’t worry, you’ve already made it up to him.”

Cullen’s brow furrowed, his face freezing half way through what looked rather a lot like guilt. He looked back down at his now notably much lighter coin purse.

“Dorian, what did you-” he began, suspicion beginning to build to something which Dorian frankly didn’t have the time for.

“Well first Varric and I had to inform him that you wouldn’t be coming back, since he’d have waited for you all night long,” he cut the other man off sharply, raising a brow.

Cullen’s mouth snapped shut. And yes, that was definitely a look of contrition.

“And then we made him feel better,” Dorian continued, satisfied that Cullen seemed capable of shame and decidedly smug about it. “You bought drinks for the tavern last night, Commander. Very charitable of you, and I’m sure our new recruits will be feeling right at home.”

He paused for a moment, considering, and then shrugged. Cullen had bought very generous drinks for the tavern last night.

Some of them might have forgotten they’d joined.

“Well, once they can tear their arses from their mattresses, anyway. And then I took Lluciano to bed, since that’s something those of us who aren’t afraid of the woes of being seen with a man can do,” he added nastily, looking down his nose at the commander.

A sudden hot flush bloomed across Cullen’s face and he stared down at the paperwork again, unable to meet Dorian’s eye.

Dorian almost considered letting him finish collecting his thoughts, just to see what he might manage to say. But then, where was the fun in that?

Dorian quite liked to roll by, drop some pointed commentary, and roll on. And he had a rather lovely young elf to get back to.

It wasn’t like Cullen needed to know what had or hadn’t actually happened in Dorian’s bed the previous night.

“And I’m going back to rejoin him, and don’t worry. I’m quite sure he won’t even remember your name by the time I’m through,” he added cattily, swanning out the door again and leaving it open behind him.

He heard it close again when he’d almost reached the door at the other end of the battlements.

Well, good. Let the asshole chew on that for a while. And the next time he wanted to push a sweet young man aside, maybe he’d at least have the balls to say it to his face.

Dorian, meanwhile, had some hangover cures to procure.

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The show definitely isn't going with the Loustat route. With the way things are going there's no way anyone would want to root for them, and I think that's probably the point.

yeah tbh like, I think part of why this experience has been so discordant for me is that I sat here like a fuckin tool just inhaling every bit of news for a year and it's like, how many times they said it was a romance, how many times RJ said the characters were important to him, how many times they said the changes they made were small things that wouldn't matter, etc. It's hard to consume the show with a blank slate when you've been given that message for a year. Even the trailers strategically used tons of giffable shippy moments that, when they finally showed up on screen, turned out to not be romantic at all LOL.

So I feel like I'd have a different perception of the show maybe if I hadn't known all that. Then again, sometimes when I watch the episode and make the creative decisions make sense, RJ comes on afterwards and ruins it by undoing the grace I was willing to give him LOL.

I could see it being a grand creative challenge to see how much they can make you hate Lestat and still have you root for them in the end but idk. If that's the show some people want to watch, I hope that's fun. LOL. Like, that's kinda how it is in the books? Lestat is awful and misbehaved and selfish and abusive and we root for him anyway. If it ain't broke don't fix it, idk man. The source was already right there.

There's two things I keep coming back to, though:

Jacob & Sam said in an interview at one point (I wanna say it was SDCC weekend but I can't recall) that even when things were hard between the characters they were informed by the idea of the reunion and it helped to be awful to each other. So I worry that everyone on the production is using that as a horizon line to work towards.

It was just continuously promoted as a romance. AND LIKE THIS IS KINDA ??? idk like was it deliberately misleading marketing? Or is it a show full of like, lazy cishet tropes that doesn't realize how toxic it's coming off? (I am still pointing towards the confrontation from Daniel's soulmates comment where it's like HOW IS THAT THE IMPRESSION YOURE GETTING FROM THIS STORY LOL) ((And not to nitpick RJ harder than deserved, but in Ep6's thing afterwards he kinda brushed it off like it was normal relationship bad decision making and not like, horrifically depraved abuse LMAO.))

This is another point that isn't exactly about what we're talking about right now but SINCE I GOTCHA HERE I also wanna say there's been this really obnoxious trend that I'm seeing in some of the newer & casual fans and I even saw in some reviews, and it's the bad habit of writing off all evildoing as ~ThEY'Re VamMPIreS~~ as a blanket excuse to ignore all bad behavior and pretend that every bad thing they do is simply them "being vampires." And a lot of "WHAT DO YOU EXPECT, IT'S A HORROR/VAMPIRE SHOW" and like !!!!!!! I gotta say those are absolutely ice cold takes.

The entire reason this book was groundbreaking was because it humanized the vampires. And a huge core of the books is analyzing good and evil and the meaning of their lives. The entire idea is "I want to be a good person even though I have to kill humans to survive" and each book has that conversation.

"THEY'RE VAMPIRES" completely misses the point, and some of the drama & violence on this show is so heavy-handed that I wonder if the team takes the THEYRE VAMPIRE approach where it's just carte blanche to act like a fucking asshole lol. And just, idk. I'm not sure it's fair to accuse the team of "missing the point" bc I'm sure they're all educated and understand the books, but it's very obvious to me that this was a way to cash in on a bunch of tacky vampire tropes for the money lol.

The entire point of the books, the reason they were groundbreaking, the reason we love them is that the vampires are still so human. They're capable of hurting others and being hurt. Their interpersonal relationships in the face of eternal loneliness are just as full of compassion and emotion as any other relationship. MAYBE EVEN MORESO BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL BIG VAMPIRE-BRAINED AND EXTRA EMOTIONAL. And I think this theme is REALLY strong with Lestat; obviously we spend the most time with his interiority but he struggles with his relationships and wanting to be loved and wanting to be good, even when he fucks up. And those fuckups are more human than they are vampire.

So idk I find the show very tonally imprecise; I worry that the extreme violence they used was perhaps a ~they're vampires~ decision and they're trying to tell us that to vampires maybe it's not such a big deal? (Hate that lol.) But at the same time, it feels really, idk, gross and uncomfortable to leave horror conventions to use such real world domestic violence tableaus to tell a vampire story. If it's supposed to be fantastical vampire drama we could've done with slightly fewer of the too-real bits, idk. MAYBE I'M SENSITIVE HAHA. But yeah it's just.

I'm sure I'd have a different opinion if I came in cold (and I've been trying to watch like YouTube reactions from new fans to see their impression! It's really interesting!) but it's difficult not to come in with expectations between all the marketing and even just having a foundation of the books.

#vampire pajama party on amc