#but idk if the maneuvers are just failing

[femdomdiaries]

Kinktober “Day 2”: Roleplay

Sub!Satan x Reader Drabble

Warning/Desc: 700+ word drabble, electro stim, general narrative violence, 18+ nsfw content, hand job, sex toys, edging, bondage, dom/sub relationship, is gender neutral but mentions heeled boots

Synopsis: You and Satan roleplay as a dirty detective and a crime boss.

A/N: Took a bit longer but that’s cuz it’s a bit better than the first. Next one will likely be just as slow, if not slower bc i don’t have any ideas for it smh. And I call these drabbles cuz they don’t feel like fics but they also feel a bit too long for drabbles? Idk. Format later.

The heels of your boots click heavy against the linoleum, echoing through the dimly lit room, catching the attention of the blindfolded figure seated in the center. Frustration etches his face as he tugs pointlessly against his restraints, which have him completely bound to the chair. His voice trembles as he demands, "Who's there?"

You approach without a word, closing the distance until you're within arm's reach. When you're finally close enough, you run your fingers through his sweaty blond locks, feigning it as an affectionate touch before roughly yanking his head back. The resulting sound from him almost makes you break character. Almost.

"Do you know why you are here, detective?" You ask him, your voice taking on an authoritative tone. You move your free hand to slide his blindfold down and lift his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

After locking gazes with you for just a tad bit longer than necessary, he jerks his face from your grasp. "What's the meaning of this, MC? I demand an explanation."

The dim lighting accentuates the eerie shadow cast across your face as you curl your lips into a sneer. "You don't get to make demands, traitor." When Satan's eyes widen in surprise, you nod affirmatively. "That's right. We've had eyes on you for a long time. Ever since Lucifer uncovered your little embezzling operation. Thought that was off the books, didn’t ya?"

Satan barely manages to stifle a laugh at your choice of backstory. You make a note to punish him a little extra for that.

"I haven't done anything," he retorts, voice laced with defiance, "You don't have any proof."

You respond with a skeptical raised eyebrow before sliding a hand beneath the waistband of your pants. His gaze fixates on you, and a flush gradually tinges his cheeks. "What are you doing?" he stammers, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

With deliberate slowness, you withdraw your hand, bringing with it a pack of meticulously rolled documents. His eyebrows furrow, and he starts to object, "Pockets have a purpose—"

"Silence, traitor." You slap him across the face with the rolled paper, earning a lip bite. "This is the proof. Documents, photos, all of it evidence of your crimes, of your betrayal."

You fail to hide your excitement, and Satan's eyes widen further, realization dawning on him. "...You've been planning this."

You shake your head and manage a disappointed expression. "I was hoping you'd come to your senses. I vouched for you time and time again but now it seems you've left me no choice."

Satan replies with resignation, "What are you going to do, kill me?"

"Unfortunately, you're of no use to me dead," you explain, moving with deliberate slowness as you circle around him, the echo of your footsteps only adding to the rising anticipation. Reaching the table behind him, you slide a sleek black briefcase towards you and pop open the clasp. You brush your hand over its contents, hand lingering on the arrangement of electro stim toys. "However," you continue, "your crimes will not go unpunished."

***

Satan whimpers as you stroke him again, flinching back when the shock transfers from your finger attachments to the shaft of his cock. Your other hand maneuvers a wand across his body, lingering on his chest and dancing around his nipples. Physically, he’s a mess. His demon form manifested involuntarily about four ruined orgasms ago, and now his tail lashes out aimlessly around the legs of his chair, mostly because he knows you’ll worsen the punishment if he tries to touch himself with it. His hair clings to the sweat coating his forehead, eyes once again blindfolded but failing to conceal the tears of frustration rolling down his cheeks.

When his breath gets irregular and he starts bucking his hips against the restraints, you pull back all at once. He cries out at the loss of touch and moans in discomfort, a sign that you have once again effectively ruined his orgasm.

With a predatory smirk, you lean in close, your breath hot against his ear. “How about this: I’ll let you go, but only if you can count up to the exact sum of money you embezzled. Starting at one and ending, hm, somewhere around a couple hundred thousand?”

Satan’s hips give one last weak thrust, which you discourage by slapping his cock and watching it bounce back against his abdomen. He whimpers. "Please, M-MC, I—I need to come. It hurts. I—"

You make a shushing sound, effectively quieting him. "You're breaking character, detective. Now let’s hear those numbers. One…" You start stroking him again.

#satan obey me #obey me smut #obey me #obey me! satan #obeyme!satan #om! satan #satan x mc #satan x reader #kinktober 23 #kinktober 2023 #sub!satan #sub!obey me #sub obey me #sub satan

[nahoney22]

Idk if im allowed to ask for another request for the 3000 celebration but your writing is just so good that I can't help myself. Feel free to ignore if you're getting too flooded with requests lol but would I be able to get "tease me until I can't take it anymore" and "I just want to be used by you tonight. Van I be your personal toy?" Smut with F!Reader and sub!crosshair. Keep up the amazing work

3000 Prompt List Celebration

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1k

NSFW

prompts:

“Tease me until I can’t take it no more.”

“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Sub!crosshair, light dom!female reader. Established relationship, dry humping/grinding, blowjob, teasing, cum denial, praise, pet names, smut without plot (kinda). NSFW under the cut. Not proofread, a little rushed ngl.

Authors note: of course you can ask for another request! I’m just sorry it’s taken like 5 years and it’s not the best. 🩵 @thrawns-babygirl

“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”

You stared up at your lover, eyes a little wide and completely stunned at what he just asked. For the last day he had been acting… different. His demeanor had shifted over the past few hours, growing more tense than usual. You had noticed him struggling to articulate something, his words hovering on the tip of his tongue.

But as he looms over you, trained eyes piercingly sharp as they gaze down at you, the question just slipped past his lips. “You want me to use you?” You repeat, quite sure you had heard him correctly but there’s nothing wrong with double checking.

You sense his resolve, his shoulders squaring and eyes finding it hard to stay on yours so with a smirk, you place one hand to his shoulder and push him off you, maneuvering deftly so you were straddling him instead. “Answer me.” You demanded, a fiery desire coursing through you as it appeared Crosshair was yielding control of the situation.

“Yes.” He rasps with a gulp, his eyes a little wide as your confidence shines through straight away. Have you wanted to dominate him as much as he wanted to be submissive to you? He’s sat up, watching you as you begin to tease him with a subtle roll of your hips against his lap, heart hammering in his chest.

He doesn’t particularly know where this sudden desire came from but he wanted a change of pace - he wanted you to take control.

“Now this is an interesting turn of events, Crosshair,” you chime pleasantly, “and not something I’m not going to pass up.”

He remains tight-lipped as you pull your top over your head, tits bouncing free from its confines and you try hard not to blush to the sound of his quiet moan as a result. He almost fails being a sub in a split second, as he so very nearly latched his lips to your stiffening nipples but you were quick to deflect him.

Pressing your hands to his chest, pushing him back until his back hits the mattress you gave him an incredulous look. “Did I say you could kiss my breasts?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “No.”

“No, what?”

He pauses for a second, a deep exhale parting his lips as his cock twitches in his pants at your dominance and how you clearly wanted to be addressed differently. “No… ma’am.”

“Good boy.” You smirk, adding more pressure to his crotch that sends him crazy. You moan yourself a little, the feeling of the thickness of his cock in his pants against your pussy felt so good. In fact, it isn’t long until you are standing, pulling your pants off (too slow for crosshairs liking) until you take yet another seat on his lap and feeling the friction even more. “I can’t wait for you to be inside me, darling.”

Crosshair huffs in response but the lust in his eyes showed everything you needed to know. When you slide his pants off, you sit back and admire how his cock twitches just under your gaze. “Aw, do you need your cock touching?”

The stoic man’s hands clench the sheets beneath him, in torture how you were dragging this out but it is what he wanted after all. “Just,” he whines unable to finish his sentence as his cock already oozes just by the sight of you

“Just, what?”

“Tease me. Tease me until I can’t take it any more.”

His words surprise you once more but the sex crazed smile on your face had you shifting between his legs, fingers gently caressing over his bare thighs. “As you wish.”

Slowly, tortuously slowly, you placed your tongue flat against the inside of his thigh and moved up along his proudly standing erection.

The flat of your tongue slid along his cock as your lips slowly enveloped the head. Crosshairs long lashes fluttered, dark, lust filled eyes finding your gaze.

Your boyfriend whined as he felt his tip touch the back of your warm throat. You moaned at the taste of him, slurping and spitting on his cock just how you wanted to.

His hips start to jut, his heavy breaths becoming ragged as your name slips beautifully past his lips. You know him, you know when he’s about to hit his high and as soon as he gets to his peak, goes curling and moans strangled in his throat, you pull back.

“W-What? Why… babe?” He gasps at the lack of orgasm, by now he would be painting your pretty face with his cum but alas, your face remains clean and smug.

“You’re my toy, remember? You only get to finish when I’m done with you, silly.”

He is watching you with wide, blown eyes as you begin to crawl over the top of him, breasts sliding against his throbbing cock until you maneuver on top of him, your pussy just inches away from his head that was almost begging to be touched by your wet lips.

“You look so good; wanting and needy.”

“You’re fucking incredible.” He breathes, nothing but love on his face and you smirk as you sink onto his length, eliciting the most guttural groan he had ever released.

“Mmm, maker… so, s-so warm.” He rests up on his elbows, hips naturally thrusting up into you but as you tut at him and push against his lower abdomen to halt him.

“No moving.” You commanded and he let out the sweetest whimper of pleasure.

“Please, I need to fuck you so hard.” He sighs, pushing past the firm hold you had as he begged for his needs that you weren’t so willing to give just yet.

“No. Moving.” You repeat, forcing his hips back down as you begin to delicately grind your hips and down against him, his cock stretching you so well that a small curse passes your lips.

“You wanted to be teased, Crosshair,” you rasp, your index finger trailing up his chest that heaved under your touch, caressing up his neck until you grab his chin between your fingers, leaning over his lips, “so this is going to be a long evening for you.”

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[ellabsprincess]

you told me you wanted to write an ellie smut and i'm desperately asking you to make a college!ellie one with her underneath your desk, eating you out and trying to stay quiet because she doesn't want to disturb you while you're busy doing your homework/project 🛐

OH MY GOD MEIJI BABY YOU DESERVE THE SLOPPIEST HEAD FOR THIS ASK GOOD LORD - wanna recreate this fic? ;)

anyways thanks baby i literally RAN to go write this

enjoy loves <3 <3 <3

"stay quiet, baby"

word count: 1.2k

warnings: 18+, bit of crying (reader is a stressed college student), sub!top!ellie, dom!bottom!reader, fluff, ellie's a good gf, college au, fingering, cunnilingus, mommy kink (if you're not into that then look away), established relationship, idk i think thats it

"ughh somebody kill me"

the essay you had procrastinated for weeks was finally due, and you absolutely did not want to write it. it was on a topic you had no interest in, and you just wanted to enjoy the spring weather rather than be cooped up in your dorm finishing this meaningless project.

as you laid you head on your dorm room desk and groaned and complained to yourself, you felt the desk vibrate. lifting your head up and turning your phone over, you saw a message from your girlfriend.

how's the essay going baby?

you quickly responded.

literally horribly i haven't made any progress :( i'm bored and all i wanna do is just spend time with you

want me to come over? i could help you and try to motivate you?

you knew damn well that spending time with ellie never actually helped your productivity, but the need to see your girlfriend overpowered any rational thinking in that moment.

yes please!!

i'm on my way :)

a few minutes later, you heard a familiar rap at your door. rushing up from your desk, you flung the door open and grabbed ellie in a bruising hug

"woah, missed me baby?"

you nodded into her flannel shirt. she just laughed and helped guide you both back inside your dorm. she led you back to your desk, helping you sit down while she crouched beside you.

"how can i help?"

"i really don't know," you responded. "i'm just so burnt out at this time of year and i just have no motivation to do this. i'm fucking bored of this class and i just want to spend time with you."

you felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes, and a look of concern flooded over ellie's face.

"shh baby, oh no, don't cry." she wiped away the wet streaks that had begun to adorn your face. you sniffled and she pulled you in for a quick and reassuring kiss. "i know its hard, but i promise you can do this. i believe in you and we can spend all the time together you want once this project is done, okay?"

you began to catch your breath, and the tears began to stop, thankfully, as the weight on your chest felt like it had lifted slightly.

"are you sure you want me here? i really don't want to distract you, love," ellie posed.

"no no! i promise i really want you here, you're actually helping me a lot. i think i just needed to cry and rant a bit," you reassured her.

"okay, good. i needed to see your pretty face today anyways."

her long hands stroked your thighs, and you giggled. something about the way ellie was so strong and powerful, yet she was willing to drop to her knees at any moment for you never failed to turn you on.

"you know, i think there's one more way you could help me, baby," you said, stroking ellie's hair and leaning in towards her face.

"oh really?"

"yeah, get underneath the desk for me."

ellie's pupils blew wide as she obeyed, keeping her hands steady on your thighs as she maneuvered to kneel between your legs underneath the desk.

god, you loved when your girlfriend was so obedient for you. of course, you loved her dominant side, and sometimes all you wanted was her to take control and fuck you until you couldn't remember your own name. but when she got subby? that made you go feral.

"take off my pants baby"

massaging your thighs as she made her way up to your waist, she unbuttoned your pants and slowly moved them down your legs, enjoying the new sight of your pretty white panties. she reached to pull them off of you as well, but you quickly smacked her hands away.

"i just wanna see your pussy mommy," she looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

"no, you're gonna be a good girl and taste mommy through her panties, okay?"

she just slowly nodded before leaning in and pressing her tongue to your wet, covered folds. you sighed in relief and relaxed into your chair at the feeling of her desperate mouth on you. finally feeling the relief you had craved the entire day, a newfound sense of productivity washed over you, and an idea was born.

you reached down and grabbed ellie by her auburn hair, pulling her away from you, causing her to whine and moan.

"okay, you can take mommy's panties off now, but you can't make any fucking noise, baby. i'm gonna work on this project while you make me cum over and over, okay?"

"yes please mommy just let me taste you, please," ellie was so desperate when she was subby. it was almost pathetic how addicted she was to your taste.

"such a good girl, begging for mommy's pussy," you said, releasing her hair and allowing her to slide your soaked panties off, leaving you bare to her.

ellie wasted no time before attaching her mouth to your clit, sucking lightly and causing you to let out a near pornographic moan. her skilled tongue traced eye-rolling patterns over and over on your sensitive and throbbing clit, almost causing you to forget your project. but when she relented to move her tongue from your clit to your hole, you returned to your computer screen.

you typed out boring word after boring word, but you didn't mind, not when you had ellie's tongue fucking in and out of you at a seemingly impossible speed and causing wet and sinful noises to fill your dorm.

she was trying so hard to stay quiet, but the taste of you was so intoxicating, and ellie began to let out a few whimpers and quiet moans.

"baby, what did i say about making noise?" you corrected her. She quieted herself and muffled her noises by taking your clit into her mouth once again.

"ellie, be a good girl for mommy and put those fingers to work too," you breathed out, overwhelmed from the pleasure as you tried to keep focus on the project.

ellie obeyed and brought two fingers up to your hole, circling it before plunging them inside. you were so wet from her mouth that she easily slide in. she felt you clench around her digits and let out an accidental moan, but you let it slide because the vibration of her moan on your clit made you see stars.

the wet squelching sounds of your pussy grew louder as ellie quickly pumped her fingers in and out of you, sucking harder on your clit. you were near the edge, you knew it.

"oh my fucking god"

"yesyesyesyesyes"

"such a good fucking girl"

your praises were music in ellie's ears as you begin to lift your hips and grind against her face, desperate for release.

as ellie added a third finger, repeatedly reaching that spongey part inside you, you moaned ellie's name loudly and finally came all over her face.

catching your breath, as you felt ellie's fingers leave your quivering hole, you pushed away from your desk to find her beneath you. she had a blissed-out on her face, and her chin and mouth were still shiny from your release.

"holy fuck baby," you exclaimed, growing more aroused at the sight of your perfect subby girlfriend, on her knees and pussy-drunk for you.

"how much of the project do you have left?" ellie asked.

"a few more paragraphs?"

"then let me taste that pretty pussy again."

#ellie williams smut #college au #fluff #smut #ellie williams #tlou2

[bokyong]

- How They Convey Their Love

- Stray Kids Reaction

(Not really a reaction but idk what to call it)

Things Stray Kids would do to convey their love

Stray Kids (Boyfriend) x Fem Reader

Fluff - Angst (For Seungmin’s part i’m sorryy (again)

Word Count - 2k+

(Not capitalized on purpose)

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♡CHAN♡

- Composes tracks with you

this boy would totally let you sit in his lap and watch him compose a track. no matter the time of day, he’ll always let you snuggle up with a blanket in his lap or on the couch while he makes his magic. “sweetie, would an a minor or a major work best with this?” he asks while he plays both chords for you. “what’s the difference..” you grumble, smiling at the look of mock offense he gave you. “there’s a big difference!” he retorts, glueing his eyes back to the computer screen and muttering a few words of “the nerve of this girl sometimes..” as he clicks his tongue. you lightly giggle, apologizing and flashing your puppy eyes at him which he could never not forgive. if you’re on his lap, he holds your hand over the mouse, showing you what to do to make background music and how to add the vocals in. one of the major pros of having a boyfriend like chan means you get to listen to the other members heavenly vocals before anyone else. although, even with him demonstrating how to add everything, you still can’t seem to figure it out. “i give up!” you whine, flopping your body onto him in defeat. how does that man make it look so easy? “you’ll get it soon,” he comforts, “potentially..” he adds in a teasing tone. you groan, softly smacking his arm as you both laugh.

♡MINHO♡

- Cuddles 24/7

i whole heartedly see this man as a cuddle type of guy. it doesn’t matter when or what you guys are doing, he just loves to embrace you and to bury his head in your shoulder to smell the lingering scent of perfume you put on. especially if you two are in bed. he takes your body in his arms, squeezing you tight and planting kisses anywhere he can reach. “minho!” you giggle, surprised at the sudden outburst of affection from your boyfriend. he whines a bit, nestling up to you and allowing your head to fall on his chest. “don’t talk about it,” he whimpers, a coat of blush barely dusting his cheeks, even if he loved it, he couldn’t bear to mention it out of pure embarrassment. he already endured a shit ton of teasing from his members when they walked in on you guys. they’re always surprised to see minho being so touchy with someone. he mutters a sheepish “fuck off..” to whoever teases him about his affection, mainly shown to you only. even if he wouldn’t admit it, anyone could tell how much he loved you.

♡CHANGBIN♡

- Let’s you accompany him to the gym

we all know seo changbin is by far one of strongest people you know. he could probably pick you up and throw you with one hand easily. well, if he wants to maintain those muscles, he has to visit the gym.. a lot! of course, he lets his girlfriend tag along. most of the time, you just sit and observe, occasionally sneaking in a few photos to tease him with. although, sometimes, changbin will drag you next to him, trying to teach you how to maneuver the heavy weights. “it’s easy,” he begins. “you just lift them up and keep them near your chest, don’t drop them.” he states, demonstrating like it was a piece of cake. it wasn’t.. the moment your arms touched the metal equipment and lifted them into the air, they were coming back down just as quickly. your boyfriend laughed at your failed attempt, catching the heavy object before it fell to the ground. “that was a lot harder than i expected..” you muttered under your breath, emitting a snort from the muscular boy as he continued his workout. how did he do it so easily? you would never know.. and you weren’t planning on figuring it out anytime soon.

♡HYUNJIN♡

- Sleeps with you after a nightmare

it’s an often occurrence where you’re hopping over to hyunjin, whining about the nightmare that scared you awake. you quietly waddle over to the couch, where he sleeps when he gets home late, in fear he’ll wake you up if he were to get in bed with you. “jinnie..” you pout, clinging onto his arm in fright that the monster in your dream would appear before your very own eyes. “hm?” he mutters, eyelids slowly fluttering open, barely being able to see you in the dark. you stare at his slightly muscled arm which you were still gripping onto, “i’m scared..” you told your boyfriend, looking around the pitch black room, seemingly frightening you more. he tiredly looks up at you, eyes squinted while in a sleepy state, “why, honey?” he asks, blindly reaching for the hand he felt on his arm and holding it in his. “nightmare,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper, gazing at the boys body which you so badly wanted to cuddle into. “hyunjin-ah!” you whimper, shaking him after he almost nods off to sleep again. you watch as he rises off the couch, leading your hand, which was still in his, into your bedroom. without a word, he flops onto the bed in exhaustion, leaving an empty slot next to him which you eagerly take. his eyes were already closed but you could see the faint smile on his lips when he felt the bed dip next to him. through the dark room, you could see his outstretched arms, patiently waiting for someone to fill the empty space. you carefully rest into the open area he had created for you as you felt his hands drop to your back, rubbing circles and immersing you in a comforting hug. “don’t be scared, baby,” he whispers, “i’m right here..” he states with a hint of tiredness evident in his voice. you snuggle up to him, burying your head into his warm chest before slowly dozing off in the warm environment your boyfriend made. “sweet dreams..” he mumbled, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him.

♡JISUNG♡

- Youtube and hugsss

jisung will literally find ANY excuse to hug you every second of his life. “what now?” you laugh when he wraps you in yet another cozy bear hug. he looks up at you with sparkling eyes, “w-well..” he stutters, unsure of what excuse to use this time. “so?” you question, waiting for an answer you knew you wouldn’t receive. “shut up!” he whines, pushing his head into your body and squeezing you tight. you pretend to hate it but both you and him knew you would do anything to be embraced by this cuddly quokka. he returned his eyes back to yours, making a pleading face by puffing out his cheeks and slightly pouting his bottom lip. how could you resist that? “ugh! fine! only because you’re cute..” you groan dramatically. you took his hand, which was wrapped around your torso, and played with the silver rings that decorated his slim fingers. eventually, you leaned back into the couch, away from his grip, after your macbook buzzed with the new “stray kids code episode 3” notification. you loved watching it with your boyfriend, always playfully scolding his reckless behavior. he, of course, followed you down, nestling into your side and hiding his face to brace himself for the embarrassment he knew he would face. surely, the two of you teased and laughed until the video ended. those were some of your favorite moments with your boyfriend.

♡FELIX♡

- Bakes for/with you

you knew how much felix loved to bake. whether it was brownies, cookies, really anything, he always loved baking them for you. this man is so observant, he knows whatever emotion you’re feeling just by looking at your face. if he sees a small pout after recognizing how much of a bad day you’d had, he’ll drag you into the kitchen, taking out the necessary ingredients for your favorite dessert. if it’s one of those days where you’re just collapsed of tiredness on the couch, he’ll simply bake by himself. this sunshine filled boy either runs over to you, or leads you to sit down once it’s ready and makes you politely ask for the delicious dish. “y/n, what do you say?” he says with the widest smile plastered on his freckled face. “please ‘lix!” you laugh after he begs you to “use the magic word”. yongbok examines your face very closely once you’ve taken the first bite, hoping for a satisfying reaction. you haven’t let him down once, always letting out an “mmm!” while your face is stuffed with whatever treat he’s made. “thank you, baby!” you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in for a well deserved kiss.

♡SEUNGMIN♡

- Comforts you on bad days

now, seungmin wasn’t an idiot when it came to sentiments. he could read you like a book, no matter how much you try to appear happy. “y/n come here.” he said after you tried escaping into your bedroom. he noticed you sulking the minute you walked in through the door and he knew for a fact if you went in that room alone, you would cry your eyes out. “min, i’m just tired..” you lied, pushing the door to your room open. “i didn’t ask, now come here.” he urged. you turned to face him, about to make another excuse until you saw him seated in the couch with his arms wide open. you let out a sad whine, making your way over to him and flopping down on his figure, hugging him closely. he draped his hands around you, returning the hug and soothingly rubbing your back. “what’s wrong, honey?” he asked once he heard a light sniffle coming from you. you whimpered, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “noo, sweetie!” he said, wiping away the tear that had escaped from your eye and was now rolling down your cheek. “you can talk to me, i love you..” he assured, leaning your head into his shoulder and massaging your scalp. “bad day,” you mumbled in a shaky voice, letting all your tears fall onto the shoulder of his t-shirt as you silently cried. you really didn’t want him to know you were currently sobbing on him.. but something about the way he comforted you made it impossible to maintain your tears. he could feel a wet spot beginning to form where your head was. it hurt him to know you were trying to hide your feelings from him. he was sure it was the guilt you felt, even if you had done nothing wrong. he patted your head, resting his chin on you. “listen y/n.. i’m never going to leave your side. you can cry on me all night if it makes you feel better. but, please don’t feel like you have to go through this alone..” he said, his own voice trembling a little. “i love you so much, baby” you sobbed into him, recounting how horrible your day had been as he listened and nodded sympathetically the whole time.

♡JEONGIN♡

- Lets you sleep in his shirts

sure, it may seem a bit odd, but it’s one of yours and his favorite ways to show love. if he’s ever on a trip for work, or just to see his family in busan, he’ll basically lend you his whole wardrobe! besides the clothes he takes with him, obviously. he facetimes you when he’s about to board his plane, telling you how much he loves you and how he already misses you. “well.. my closet is always an option,” he giggles, quickly hanging up with a quick “love you, bye!” these words are more than an invitation for you to sneak in and steal a shirt or two from him. you like the comfy, oversized ones because they remind you the most of him. you dress in it when you’re about to go to sleep, burying your head in the soft fabric, scented of his cologne. you curl up in bed with his blanket wrapped around your body and drift off, feeling much more safe with his belongings embraced around you.

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[complexcritterscave]

Hey!

I started writing this like back when I first posted the MR Morse code video! Hope you enjoy

I present to you:

A WRITTEN Infection Regretevator au

Erm yeah big reveal idk where I’m going with this enjoy :3

"DAMN IT!"

It hissed, glaring at the beakers that sat before it.

It had been struggling to perfect the perfect poison for decades since that stupid cat was arrested. Yet each time it thought it had something, anything, it blew up in its face.

Sometimes literally…

"What am I doing wrong?! Why must this happen to me?! That flea-bag spent years and prison and come out shooting lasers from her eyes! Yet I can’t perfect basic science! I was head of my league! I controlled everything that happened within my time. I brought life to things who floated in jars! Even if they did turn their backs on me in the end…"

"WHY MUST I FAIL TIME AND TIME AGAIN?!"

It bellowed, its voice awakening its unwilling partner in crime and bringing attention to it from the yellow fool. God did it hate his overly pitched hysterical and nasally voice.

"Maybe it’s just not meant to be. Give up maybe? But then again, you’re about as stubborn as mule, hehehe."

"Silence freak."

"Well he’s got a point MR…"

The shackled being sat up, yawning as he butted in with his own opinion.

"You’ve been workin’ on this project for years. Maybe it’s time to throw in the towel.."

"I fail to see why your thoughts matter?"

"Command heard and followed…"

Despite it not being much of an instruction, MRManeuver knew that the rock downplaying his voice meant to shut up. He learned that the painful way and preferred to not be melted down into a mush like before hand…

"How typical of you! Silencing your lackey when he’s correct. Oh how you never change!"

"Didn’t I tell you to shut up?"

"Hey, my shop my rules. You agreed to follow my terms as long as I allowed you to reside here without fear of Ms. Retro, Jermbo, or Mach attacking you… Again…"

"I don’t fear them."

"It says, its hands trembling as it holds the beaker in its claws."

Enphoso chuckled at the joke, though the rock found it less than amusing, snapping its fingers and watching malicious as the man convulsed and held his throat.

"You test my patience every second you open your mouth. You work for me, understand..?"

It listened for a response from him as his mouth foamed before he choked out a silent ‘yes sir’. With the mover being reminded of his place, it returned the air to his lungs, ignoring his heaving gasps and coughs.

"And I thought I was cruel…"

The yellow grinning face adjusted his clothing, shooting a sympathetic glare towards Maneuver.

"You don’t compare to a God…"

"A fallen God you mean!"

MR let out an infuriated growl, but Enphoso knew he was correct.

Falling from the heavens weakened him significantly. Whatever he did, he could return with equal power.

"You and I both know I’m right…"

"My hatred for you grows daily."

"You hear that? It loves me."

"Shut up."

"Nuh uh…"

"You’re worse than that gradient."

"Okay wow… That’s an insult if I’ve heard one…"

"You’re right, that was too harsh, sorry…"

"It’s okay sweetheart."

MRManeuver listened to them, growing uncomfortable…

"MR?"

"Yes Enphoso?"

"I don't know if I can regret in this elevator alone."

"Me neither."

"It's just so scary without you…"

"I don't wanna lose you…"

"I have to tell you something-"

"Ever since the day I saw you-"

"You were special I can't lose you."

"I'll be so sad-"

"You’ll be so mad-"

"I won't be glad-"

"Here without you-"

"I'll be so sad if you walk away"

"This elevator just won't be the same"

"I'm the only person left to blame-"

"This digital circus just won't be the same"

"Ever since the day I saw you-"

"You were special I can't lose you."

"I'll be so sad-"

"You’ll be so mad-"

"I won't be glad-"

"Here without you-"

"I'll be so sad if you walk away"

"This elevator just won't be the same"

"I'm the only person left to blame-"

"This elevator just won't be the same"

MRManeuver could only watch in horror as they made out. Jaw dropped as confused terror filled his eyes.

"What the fu-"

Lmao

Happy April Fools day

Keep fooling around my silly little critters!

And if you’re upset about it not being serious

Don’t worry

Some of this is taken from the actual fic wink wink nudge nudge

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[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Has it ever occurred to you that since Gwen hasn’t had a mother figure for the majority of her life and from the beginning of ATSV its kinda shown she’s been craving that type of guidance or even affection when she sees Jess for the first time, do you think that once the dust is settled between her and Miles and she finally gets to properly introduce herself to his parents, do you think that Rio can not replace Gwen’s mother but atleast fill in that gap in some way where she’s able to get some of the guidance she’s been looking for. Idk I just feel like the dynamic between the two could be interesting once they both get along with each other, hopefully this makes sense to answer.

Ohh this is interesting.

Now, hope you don't mind, but Gwen and Jess situation is something I wanted to talk about for a while, so, I will use your comment to talk about this.

I will do the Rio part too, but knowing myself, there is a chance that would end in a second post because I talk too much.

Let's go!

Now, do I think is this a joke? Yes, but I also think Gwen means it.

And look, this is not to say that you necessarily need to have two parents to raise a kid, I personally believe that one parent, if they provide the necessary attention and care to the child or children, could be an amazing parent and not let their kids feel like they are missing anything.

However, as discussed on this post, I mentioned why while George isn't a bad dad, sadly he is not the best parent for Gwen.

And here I also discussed why Gwen's mental health is a bit of a mess.

But to not sent people to do homework, let's give the cliff-notes version.

George is trying to be a good father, however between his job and his refusal to understand nuance, he has accidentally pushed Gwen away; even if maybe this could have been resolved if she talked to him in a normal situation, the fact that he did what he did in the beginning shows she was scared for a reason.

So that means Gwen has a gaping hole in what a role model and parent should be, since she needs more support. Of couse her Spidey identity is important to her (in fact she leans too much into it,) and having no one to help her on that complicated path doesn't make the situation any easier.

Enters Jessica Drew.

You know I found extremely telling that when Gwen sees Miguel, she is cracking jokes and not really taking his professionalism crap seriously; yet when Jess comes kicking ass with her motorcycle and she looks at her like she has seen the light.

Perhaps it had to do with her realizing this failed artist is more problematic than she expected, or the fact that Miguel was quickly disposed of by something she saw from a mile away; while Jess came putting the bad guy on a grinder and maneuvering a bike like nobody's business. Needless to say, Gwen is DEFINITELY impressed.

Once again, this plays almost like this is a dream come true for Gwen.

She hides it well for most of the movie as well as the previous one, but the reality is that underneath that cool exterior, this is a teenage mess with so much angst she is giving my teen self a run for their money.

Just like she craves companionship in the form of Miles as well as other spiders, she probably wants someone who can tell her everything is going to be okay or what they should do. Again, we may forget sometimes, especially with superhero movies where protagonists need to be competent despite their age most of the time; but Gwen is 16, 17 at the most; and has been handling this stress and turmoil for at least 3 years. That's a lot.

Top it with her dad not being able to emotionally support her, and the fact that she wants a mom becomes less a possible commentary about not nuclear families, and more of a likely possibility because the first 20 minutes of the movie gave us LOTS of material to show how mess up this is.

I think is a testament to the situation that she doesn't default to Peter B or Noir in the first movie, nor Miguel; she only seems to be interested in learning from someone when she sees Jess.

Is funny, but is also very painful to hear for me, as if you ask me she said it completely straight, and this just shows how much help she needs.

Granted Gwen said that accidentally and probably wouldn't have said it if thought about it first, but the fact that it slipped says a lot.

She desperately wants someone like Jess in her life, and to top it off, she probably wants that person as a maternal figure; probably someone to ask about techniques for defeating baddies and also who could talk about feelings without this person defaulting to work as a copy mechanism.

Feel free to call me crazy for getting so work up about a joke, but if I am honest other interactions really make me sell this idea for me.

Now let's talk Jess.

Literally what other reaction she was going to have.

We really never hear a definitive answer to the question, but I also think Jess didn't think too hard about it for a reason.

I am planning to go through some scenes of Gwen and Jess to dig deeper into their mentor/not-mom situation, but let's start with this.

Do I think Jess should have adopted Gwen? No, not at all.

Look I am a sucker for found family and adoption tropes, and I would had love nothing more than for Jess to give one dirty look at Gwen's dad, tell her she would be there for her, and take her away to a good home. That is not what happened, and I don't blame her.

She is on her way to having her own kid, she needs to be spider-woman and to top it all off, she seems to be kind of a second in command in a really big operation, where your boss is your friend who is also way too into his job and she probably is still there partially to make sure Miguel doesn't completely lose it. She has a lot on her plate as it is, adopting a traumatized teenager is a lot of work that shouldn't really be her job.

Do I think that means she has no responsibilities to Gwen? No, not really.

And this is largely why.

Okay, I will try to not go over every moment with them, as this is more about explaining their situation than a deep dive of every instance of their relationship, but this is a good kicker for the situation.

Jess immediately takes an interest in Gwen for the organization, now while I can understand that she based this purely on her abilities, I think a part of it was the comment Gwen made earlier. I think she sees in her someone who needs a steady hand and some support.

As a mentor.

This is going a bit ahead on the post, but let's establish that 1) This exists, and 2) Jessica got that idea EXTREMELY quick all things considered.

Here is where the responsibility part actually kicks in.

No, Jess doesn't have any responsibility to Mother Gwen in any way, regardless if Gwen needs one or not (she does,) but the moment she not only started to argue for her to have a spot in the organization, to take her in when the things in her universe technically imploded (which they are marginally responsible considering they came to clean this means and they only did it thanks to Gwen,) She implicitly accepted to look after her.

Okay here is where we need to talk a bit about tropes.

When you have protagonists that are teens or kids with powers, is inevitable that they will need to deal with dangerous stuff that no sane adult would let a real kid do, but is fiction so you kind of have to suck it.

This is a trope that I found kind of lazy even when I was part of the age demographic; which is why stuff like The Owl House with Eda was refreshing.

She was also a Mentor who was also not very responsible as a guardian, but she ended up growing into one, and even if she failed to protect her apprentice, she did try her damnest to do it.

Jess is not Eda, and she doesn't need to be, except that this story has proven to be aware that they are still teens.

Jess clearly recognizes this isn't fair for Gwen. We also see something like this in the first movie, with Peter B worried about Miles can or can't handle, while still letting them do stuff you wouldn't catch me letting my little sister get away with; they know that there are somethings someone at that age shouldn't just be handling on their own.

And Jess isn't exactly ice-cold about Gwen.

Jess took interest in Gwen's potential quickly, she looked after her, and quickly went to try to calm her down and support her during a very high tense and stressful moment. Even here is Gwen the one who ultimately moves away, not Jess, proving she could had try to stay close to ensure she was okay.

And this is something that shows that it kind of sticks.

While considerably harsher here than in her introduction scene, Jess is showing that despite her annoyance with Gwen, she still likes her. She never thought her relationship with Miles shouldn't be a reason not to have her on the team; she trusted a mission in the universe despite that, and also calls Gwen her star pupil, which I don't was sarcasm.

She also gives her an hour to fix this, which even if not much, is more than she could have given her.

I am not saying that Jess didn't look after Gwen, or didn't care about her beyond what she could do for the organization, however, it wasn't what Gwen needed.

Let's circle back to responsibility,

Jess is aware of what happened with her dad, she knows what Gwen lost, and she can probably imagine that a kid that lost her identity and her world like that on just one night can't be doing okay; yet nothing shows me she ever did anything about it.

Here is the thing, Jess doesn't need to be Gwen's mom, but she can't just insist to have her and be her mentor, and don't think about checking on her in something other than her kicking-ass abilities. Even if she doesn't want to deal with it, she should have either seen how to make her father see reason, or lock her in the room with the spider-man psych.

Considering how things go in this movie, neither thing happens.

And it feels more painfully obvious when you see how much Gwen tries to appeal to her emotionally.

In a vaccum, none of these are a big deal, but the more I think about it the more heartbreaking this is for me to watch.

This is why I find these to be such a big deal: Gwen doesn't like to do emotional shit.

I know, I probably repeated that more times than I can count; but let that sink in contrast to what's going on.

After Peter died, she decided to not have any friends because she couldn't deal with the grief, with Miles only getting past that rule because they are both spiders plus chemistry. And even then, when you see Miles asking if she is going to talk to her dad, she decided to crack a joke and brush the idea as swiftly as possible.

When her dad tells her about the break in the spider-woman case, she tries to brush it off with false enthusiasm at first, and then when she gives a more honest response is more out of bubbling annoyance that truly her trusting him with something.

She isn't baring her heart open in these moments though, let's not have it twisted; however, she is trying to use emotion as a way to appeal to Jess, which is not her first move with most people in general. Even when she is not actively giving her an in-depth explanation, in each of those moments she is giving the emotional context as to why this is so hard.

"You never got too close to someone?" -> "This person is important to me and this is hard for me, wasn't it for you?"

"But my gut says-" -> "I know this looks bad, and I can't explain how, but this isn't right, trust me."

"Tell him he is wrong!" -> I don't really need to explain this one, do it?

She continuously looks up to Jess to hear her out, and to understand what she is going through; she sees her and expects someone who can connect with her on that level and care about it.

But that's not what Jess does, because she is not her mom, she is her mentor.

For the most part, when Gwen tries to appeal to Jess emotionally speaking, Jessica shuts that idea down fast.

Now, I am going to preface this by clarifying that in real life, a mentor would probably check emotionally on the kid they are mentoring if only for the fact that when you are in charge of a kid, you should look after them. Fiction however is another ballpark, and technically speaking, a mentor shouldn't need to be doing something that is the job of the family.

A good mentor would probably understand their apprentice position and listen, since regardless of your years of experience, you can't just underestimate people or you will inevitably be surpassed. However, Jess isn't trying to be anything like that; she wants to teach Gwen her way, and her way says that emotions are kind of on the way. So regardless if it isn't what Gwen needs, she will insist on that.

I think there can be a way to accept emotions but also don't let them cloud your decisions, yet again, Jess is not interested in that, and I Gwen actually have normal, supportive parents (or even just one,) I wouldn't be so hung up about this. But she doesn't and Jess knows this.

Superhero or not, Gwen is just a teen, and shouldn't need to be living this, especially because I freaking doubt this is a canon event or something; with the resources they have, and the people they have on board, I can't believe there isn't a way they could have talk to Captain Stacy and made him see reason.

But they didn't, because they are more worried about spider-man duties than whatever is going on to the person under the mask, and for them, this is just what comes with the territory so you have the suck it up. Even if this is perfectly avoidable once you think of it.

That's something that I had been thinking about a lot while doing my post on the organization as well as the one with Gwen falling in Mumbatthan. The spiders are stronger together, and in general working as a team gives them not only better chances at saving people, but also helping with the stress they have and being there for each other. That isn't the goal of the organization though.

Miguel's mission is to preserve the canon and to put people from other dimensions back into their respective ones, anything else is probably secondary to him. Sure, if someone asks for help from another Spider I don't think he would stand in the way; except if it is a canon event, which in that case, he will probably say to people to suck it up.

The pain they have, the trauma they are suffering, while being together helps it was never the end goal to help with that, and there is no regard in avoiding said pain. This is a job first and foremost, which is the attitude Jess has.

Gwen is not her kid, or even a young student, she is a coworker; one that she needs to guide a bit, but her subordinate at the end of the day.

Sometimes the waters get muddier, on both sides if I am honest.

I will touch a bit on other scenes, but I wanted to bring up this one in particular because there is something that feels a bit more mother-daughter than it probably has any right to show.

Now I will be the first to admit this may be a me thing, I can be very formal in real life and that goes double with people who are older than me and in a position of power over me, the only exception to that rule is my current boss because he is the mythical creature of being a manager who remembers employees are people too.

Gwen is not like that, she jokes and doesn't give too much of a shit regardless if you are Miguel or a bad guy. However there is something in the way Gwen acts that feels she wouldn't be phrasing stuff like this if it was Miguel on the other side; again, back to her using emotion as a first resource rather than as a lashing effect of her anger.

Jess, while being kind of no-nonsense overall, is also not the most formal, because this is the spider society and Miguel had the bad luck to be the only straight-laced one while everybody else tries to be a comedian for the most part. But there is a way that she talks to Gwen that for me feels kind of like her not fully keeping this professional either.

I can't fully put it into words, so feel free to not make seriously on this one, but there is something about the way Jess is commenting on the situation that reminds me more of a mom than any of my bosses.

Then we have scenes like this.

I am sorry but this part really first like is a discussion between mother and daughter, even with contexts the way the scene delivers gives that energy.

This isn't exactly wrong by itself, nor is it truly that surprising. The boss I mentioned before had also mentioned off-topic that me and my other coworker (who is a couple of years older than me,) are almost like his kids, and we share an age range. However he doesn't try to parent us really, and even if some of the comments are very much 'now listen to me kids' he quickly remembers we are adults and would drop topics or decisions we made that I know wouldn't be his reaction has been one of the kids that are actually kids.

It probably has more to do with the way they talk and see people younger than them that any parental feelings, and none of this is really inappropriate.

Nonetheless, the fact that Gwen craves that motherly bond makes these interactions hurt all the more for me.

Gwen may not be under the illusion that Jess is her mom, but she's subconsciously looking up to her, and the fact that Jess acts like this, even if by accident, just feels into that mentality. The mentality Gwen has that maybe Jess will listen this time, that she will take into account her feelings and her opinion in her decisions; but she continues to not do that.

For the most part.

Is a bit hard to see with the resolution I have, but when Gwen is kicking and screaming while been taken by the machine, Jess's gaze goes in another direction.

I am sorry if this is feeling repetitive, I know this post is a long one (which is funny how this post created another 2 just so those topics wouldn't be here.)

What I am trying to say with all of this, is despite Jess' insistence this is just work, that Gwen is just her pupil and she can only do so much; Jess continues to have a soft stop for Gwen that let's her get away with things. Is kind of ironic how Miguel said Gwen was a liability for her feelings for Miles, yet couldn't even consider how feelings in general would get in the way, considering Jess assigned this mission to Gwen (which then she fumbled the bag and led to the Spot becoming an actual menace,) give her a second chance, and then apparently let her go.

(It is possible she is looking for where Gwen is going to tell Miguel, but I doubt it.)

I fully believe that by the third film, Jess will probably end up either switching sides or just letting Gwen do what she wants, and even if is the first scenario I think it would be via Gwen that happens.

But to wrap things up, if Captain Stacy is not enough as a parent for Gwen because he can't do that role properly, Jess isn't good enough as a parent for Gwen because she doesn't want that role, regardless of if she sometimes kind of acts like it.

I think their relationship is fascinating, and I would love to explore more of this connection in some way; if only because the complicated nature of it makes it all the more interesting for me, but in a nutshell, is this:

Jess: I wanted an apprentice, you wanted a mom. Gwen: Well I guess we are both disappointed.

(Sorry I couldn't help myself, OOF I wish I could draw well enough for this.)

Now, with my thoughts on Rio, I could probably put them on this post because is not that long, but it will probably feel off with all this commentary I had been making, so it would be in another one.

If you got this far, congrats on your patience, and thank you for reading!

#atsv files #across the spiderverse #atsv #gwen stacy #jessica drew #spider-woman #analysis

[nyababymao]

How I would write Neteyam ig

I also feel like having lo’ak being the secondary protagonist(the protagonist being jake) and the movie mainly following him is kinda cliche, for lack of a better word. The movie is still great dont get me wrong but the “underdog, rebellious son” storyline is just overdone so much lately that it feels boring and predictable. I feel like they could’ve explored and write a much more compelling plot and arc if they had followed Neteyam instead. These are some ways I would’ve rewritten the movie. I’m gonna bullet point this because it’s really just ideas and some headcanon that are bouncing around in my head rather then one cohesive storyline.

- neteyam’s arc would probably follow him trying to be as good a soldier, eldest brother, and son he could be and while he doesn’t hate it, it does end up making him feel like he has to carry the family on his shoulders and that he’s responsible for his younger siblings

- so then when lo’ak goes missing, he goes ballistic and lashes out against aonung, conveying that even though he has the levelheadedness and quick thinking of his father, he still has his mother’s fierce protectiveness and ferocious anger

- after lo’ak is safely back, Neteyam goes off deep into the forest further into the land so as to find solace in a setting he’s more familiar with to calm down. He climbs further up into the trees the way he’s used to doing and the familiarity brings a comfort to him.

- aonung may somewhat know the area because he lives near it but to traverse the lands and more specifically, the tall trees means to utilize his biology in ways it’s not used too. His slightly bulkier build makes it hard to balance on and move through the trees, his thicker tail is not prehensile like the omatikayan’s and can’t grip the trunks, and his more slippery skin that used to help him glide through water now hinders him and makes him slip on the branch’s. This mirrors how the sully family, and neteyam specifically, had to learn to maneuver through the seas and water with their omatikayan biology.

- but it is his determination to get to neteyam even through terrain he’s not used to and even though he fails multiple times that displays and proves his growth and genuine guilt towards neteyam for putting lo’ak in harm’s way. Eventually neteyam sees this and helps guide him in climbing to a high enough branch for them to look over the lands. This is when aonung properly apologizes to neteyam and they make up. Neteyam also makes a comment on how they share a similarity in being the eldest and future leader of their clans.

- after this, neteyam and aonung has little moments such as doing chores together or mindless chitchats in the background. Maybe neteyam tells aonung about his old home and it’s traditions and culture.

- neteyam’s personal character conflict is really more of an internal self-esteem issue relating to how he needs to stay strong for the family and how he can’t faulter rather then an an open conflict with jake like lo’ak’s is.

- i think if we really need a death in this situation, I think I would choose Jake for it. Maybe Jake dies saving neteyam and he internalizes that as his fault because he was supposed to be the one protecting everyone and now his father is dead because of him(idk this part is kinda weak still working it out). This is more so we still have the scene of when neteyam was young and catching a fish with Jake near the end of the movie but instead of Jake reminiscing his dead son, it’s Neteyam reminiscing his dead father; same scene from a different angle.

- this would probably happen in a third move rather then this one but i like to think about how if neytiri resents and lashes out/hisses at spider because he’s the son of/same species as her mate’s killer, neteyam then in response lashes out/hisses back because he’s lost one of his family, he’s not gonna lose another, even if that means fighting his own mother.

and that’s all I got so far, I might make more posts about this, I just really think neteyam had so much potential that we just never got to see.

#avatar way of water #avatar #aonung x neteyam #neteyam x aonung #neteyam #aonung #avatar meta

[joelletwo]

(second post) extensively noted im RLY unclear on a lot of endgame gintama. i am disabled and it makes me a bad reader and im irritable abt it and i dont really want anyone to explain things to me on this Specific post lol. im just thinking things thru to myself.

hard to hold a lot of sugi's gayass trauma mental processes in my head all at once. the elisions between destroying the world [math symbol] destroying gintoki who stands in the way of that as a universal constant [math symbol] destroying the political foundations of the country from the inside using connections with the same forces (this guy does NOT understand the larger background plots of gintama and isnt sure if this is correct ->) that in part got his teacher killed and set this whole thing off* [math symbol] destroying himself.

(*side note i think there was a real missed opportunity to bookend all of sugi's political maneuvering which was treated by the plot as. SIGNIFICANT. and extensive. and effective. and one step ahead of all the chars we see pre-utsuro reveals. by revisiting it after the utsuro reveals and coming down on his schemes as either ultimately fruitless and really just getting him in over his head bc he didnt understand the real forces at play OR still effective bc sorachi wanted to retroactively say he and katsura understood all the shadowy background shenanigans. but zura kind of takes over the role of political maneuverer. but worse and stupider.)

(not a WHOLE lot under the cut its just getting unwieldy as a post.)

like if he just wants to kill himself why does he have to take the world down with him (katsura planning a beautiful death seppuku line). if he's doing this out of love for gintoki (canon fact.) why does gintoki need to be broken.

but if i stop trying to untangle what materially he means by all of that then i can understand sugi's actions post-execution as kind of in parallel with my understanding of oboro and utsuro's, which is to say, they are acting on behalf of what they think are universal laws of nature both because they believe in them and also to push the world to the breaking point to test their immutability and prove their fatalistic worldviews right or wrong. [with gintoki as the main tool to do so.]

sugi's inability to reconcile gintoki's decision to save them over sensei bc he cant understand how he'd possibly deserve it + resents gintoki for going against their understood mutual sensei as number one priority + grieves for gintoki having to bear that cross. um. turns into the desire to. destroy the world that made gintoki cry -> gintoki is an unshakeable barrier of protection in front of that world -> prove that the world sucks and isnt worth protecting by making it into sugi's own most pessimistic conceptions of it from childhood that shouyou had started to prove him wrong about -> push gintoki to a point where he will realize that he chose wrong and sugi was meant to die instead

and in parallel. avenge the death of the man who had shown him a better path in life -> throw away the life that man had sacrificed himself to protect -> um if i go down this path i just start rewriting reductionisms' proofs on seppuku and bushido again. waves hand. take the contradictory tragedy as laid out.

like utsuro trying the open mind+open heart gambit for one life and then immediately giving up. and oboro. well oboro is harder to unpack and summarize for me. but he serves utsuro's goals in service of his own goal of. proving rebellion like he and shouyou tried is futile? takes it upon himself to destroy shouyou's legacy to prove it's okay that shouyou-the-concept died. idk a lot of layers going on in oboro its not important to focus on here.

the. making a half-step of progress into a better world that you're having to pioneer and imagine into existence. and then, when u fail under the world's pushback, deciding to undo all that progress with your own hands. and one guy says no, it's still possible, and im going to do it. and you're like. what if i made it as hard as possible so that if u succeed despite that u realize my dearest hopes with IRREFUTABLE proof so that i dont have to face how scary it is to try without knowing if its even possible.

WHIIIIIIIICH. i find all of that incredibly sexy on all of their parts. i enjoy it a lot i like it when humans act out of irrepressible existential fear bc fuck man. living is scary. thats basically the backbone of every gintama antagonist and gintoki [who carries on shouyou's desire to fight and win against his own nature, and thus is himself an antagonist].

whiiiiiiiiiiich. makes it so interesting that these three specifically. other than bansai lol. are the ONLY!!!!!! real casualties of the story conclusion. that gintoki DOES carry thru and realize all their hopes of the world for them by beating them as obstacles. AND they dont get to live and see the fruits of it. but im not prepared to unpack what that means narratively at this point in time.

#sopping wet gintoki posting #[googles something and gets into topology] well thats enough of that. for tonight. #my beautiful faildaughters #and their faildad whos a small child afraid of dying

[aurochsent]

happy sunday fuckers, guess who's actually coming up with enough stuff to post like 5 paragraphs on a weekly basis. or 6 I guess. yeah whatever we all know no one's counting anymore. anyways we just thought everyone should see the magnificent bit of context we have for the events of cinna's post

for the other side: => KALRIN

tagged, of course, by @kalvin-brnine and tagging uhhhh dude idk anyone else on here who writes. @oriigami cmon jonny you're all I've got

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“OKAY, GO!” Kalrin yells. They back away from you, pointing in a direction slightly left of the door. “RUN THAT WAY, DO NOT GET A CONCUSSION, FAKE FOR THE WOODS IF IT BLOCKS YOU, AND DO NOT STOP UNTIL YOU ARE OFF THE CLIFF! WHEN IN DOUBT KEEP MOVING!”

You are already moving by the time Kalrin says “run”. 

This turns out to be a mistake. 

The first thing that you do is the first thing you always do when you are running from a threat to your life: as soon as the door is open, you kick off from the ground with force just shy of denting the floorboards, aiming to fling yourself over the edge of the porch and into open air where you can maneuver freely. 

In the execution of this move, you fail to account for many things. 

You lunge forward. The ball of your foot presses into the floor, and you realize that the level of strength is different - you have to push a little harder. You adjust, eyes narrowing, feeling for the moment of satisfaction where you are balanced perfectly on that one point, every ounce of pressure focused such that it will propel you cleanly in one direction. You feel it build; you aim through the open door to the bird-free side, launch yourself with all your strength, and slam right through the porch rail with all the grace of a cannonball. 

In the instant that follows, you realize that you are a massive dumbass. That might sting more than the shower of wood splinters following you down. You have no idea when the last time you got flung through solid wood was. You cannot even tell if it scraped against you hard enough to matter. You also have no time to worry about it before you remember that you did achieve your dumbass goal, and now you are freefalling through open air with only a few feet left to go.

It is as if in slow motion that you, twisting Kalrin’s upper body around in a desperate attempt to control how you land, see the precise moment when the Phoenix locks its eyes onto you. 

Then you hit the ground. 

….

….

….

Awareness comes back in like a smash cut from a black screen. 

You wake up with your eyes already open. Everything hurts. The sky is wide, feathery white, dipping and folding and wavering above you. There is a siren-wail in the air that is making your ears ring even through the unbelievable pressure in them. Searing pain rips through every part of you, blistering and boiling and you feel like your skin is splitting open, like the strands of your muscles will wither and snap from the heat. Your skin feels like it is on fire. Your ribcage feels like it is burning up from the inside out. Your head feels like it has been split open and set on fire. 

It occurs to you that your head actually was split open, and most of you is currently on fire. 

The smell of the smoke and the crackling sound of flame finally fades in around you. It occurs to you that you have lit everything that you landed on, on fire. Something glossy and sharp flashes into your field of view. You successfully identify it as the beak of the phoenix, parted just barely for the release of a seemingly-never-ending scream. It tilts its head to eye your supine form.

Oh gods, you are so fucked. 

#six sunday #cool ocs #homestuck #my art #ohnyxx #kalrin #warning for a number of bodily injuries #and also an injury to their pride #don't worry I'm sure they'll be fine #phoenixposting

[barkspawn]

Farmer’s first night sleeping over at Sam’s.

Sorry it took forever this one threw me through a loop (and idk whyyyy?) but I promise I tried™

I know I take forever but I LOVE doing these.

Amelia and Sam had been dating for a few weeks now and were practically inseparable. She didn't really know how she got so lucky to have someone as loving and attentive as Sam. He was always gentle with her, making sure she was okay with every touch, kiss, or even comments he'd make, worried he'd cross a line. He would do anything for her and she for him. 

She sat on his bed, his head resting in her lap as they watched some cheesy old horror movie. Absently, she brushed her fingers through his hair, her fingers grazing over his scalp. 

Amelia jumped, a small gasp escaping as thunder and a flash of lightning roared outside. Sam sat up quickly, looking her over, "hey, you okay?"

She laughed quietly, her hand on her chest, "oh, yeah. Sorry. I just didn't even know it was storming. Startled me.." she bit her bottom lip, thinking before she stood up, a clear pout playing at her lips, "that does mean I should go, though.. if it gets worse…"

"Ames, it's really bad already," Sam started, frowning as he glanced out the window. He turned to look at her, her lips curled down in a frown. Sam scanned her face carefully, "you could stay.. I certainly wouldn't mind having you here. But if you're uncomfortable, I don't want you to feel-"

"Yeah, I can stay.. if you're sure," she blurted, not even really thinking her answer through. Sam was standing in front of her, in no time flat. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, unable to conceal his excitement.

"I promise I won't cross any lines, alright?" He leaned in to kiss her forehead before moving quickly to his dresser to fish out his favorite pajamas before turning to offer them to her, "I can even step out while you change."

She took the clothes as she stood to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, "seems like you've thought about this before," she teased before shaking her head, "you don't need to leave. Just turn around."

He seemed to consider for a moment before turning around, allowing her time to change. The pure smell of him filled her as she pulled on his sweats and t-shirt, swimming in them despite him being a slender man to begin with. 

When finished, she moved forward and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, "I'm all dressed. I should just steal all of your clothes and be this comfy forever."

He laughed, arching an eyebrow as he maneuvered in her grasp to turn and face her, "well I certainly can't fit in your clothes. What will I wear?"

She thought for a moment, trying and failing to appear to be genuinely considering, "you know, I didn't think of that," she smirked up at him, "I guess it's just an added bonus on my part." 

He laughed and bent to kiss her, his lips once more capturing hers as she hummed in surprise. Still, her arms moved up around his neck, holding him there for a long moment before he pulled away. 

"And what was that for?" She hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. 

"You admitted it would be a win for me to be without clothes. There were a million and eight inappropriate comments, so instead I behaved."

She laughed aloud then before pulling away to steal his charger for a bit, just to top her battery off. After a moment, she heard an appreciative hum. 

"Yeah, I kind of love you in my clothes,'' he started, grinning as he saw her face fade to red. 

"Shut up.." she grumbled before turning back to him, "Alright. So, elephant in the room, how-"

"If you're trying to offer to sleep on the floor or something absurd like that, I'm going to need you to think again. You should definitely stay in my bed with me," a slow smile crept over her lips as he rambled. She could see he was nervous, and to be honest, so was she. They've cuddled before and of course they've made out more than a few times but they have been waiting to move forward with anything else. There was no way that he couldn't tell how inexperienced she was, and it would have to be a whole conversation. Yet, here they are, sleeping together in his bed, where she so often fantasized she'd be… She forced herself back to the moment, her eyebrow arching in response to his recommendation. As he saw, he continued, "Wait, you know I wouldn't try anything without.. or whatever.." His cheeks were tinged red as his hand moved to the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his, "I just really like the idea of holding you all night.. you know?"

Her smile reached her eyes as she gave a small nod in agreement, standing on her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. She felt his body relax as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Their bodies seemed to meld together perfectly, almost as if they were formed from the same mold. Not quite letting him go yet, she sighed, "and your mom won't freak out when I leave tomorrow in the same clothes?"

Sam chuckled and pulled back, his hands coming to rest on her waist as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, "she might not totally like the idea but she'll be fine. It's not like we're doing anything wrong," at the end, he smirked, his eyebrows raising ti warn her of the impending joke, "or anything too loud, of course. Which, let's be honest, is definitely what she thinks we'd be up to."

Despite the red tinging her cheeks, she rolled her eyes before meeting his gaze. His eyes were one of her favorite things about Sam. In the sunlight, they were almost the same blue as the sky or the clear blue ocean. They often brought her peace, just knowing how she could see herself staring into them until they were old and gray. 

Amelia reached up and touched his face for just a moment before chuckling quietly, "so, definitely off topic, but it is ridiculously unfair how long and full your eyelashes are."

Sam's eyebrows raised, slightly lost in the transition of conversation. He didn't want to push conversation anywhere she didn't want to go, but to be fair, there was something incredibly sexy about how his clothes looked on her body. He should likely be thankful for the change of subject. 

"Yeah? I can't say I've ever paid attention," he laughed, shaking his head a bit, "I kind of remember someone mentioning them back in high school?"

"Probably someone who had it bad for you," she hummed, her voice almost a tease, "I mean, how could anyone not?" 

"I hardly remember her so clearly I didn't 'have it bad' for her."

The teasing smirk he gave was something she'd never get tired of, "good," she hummed before standing on her toes once more to steal another kiss. Just as their lips brushed, his bedroom door creaked open and Jodi stepped in seemingly not having noticed the two of them enveloped in one another. They stood beside one another now, his hand resting on her opposite hip. 

"Oh! Amelia!" She smiled, her voice sugary sweet like it often was when she was putting on a front, "sorry, I thought I heard you head home a while ago!"

Amelia looked up at Sam, not entirely sure how to respond yet. She was always worried about sharing anything with Jodi or any of the group she shared as she knew the whole town would be gossiping by the following day. 

"Oh, with how bad the storm is, I offered to let her stay the night," Sam jumped in, smiling down at Amelia briefly before he looked over at his mother. When Amelia looked over toward Jodi, she caught a hint of a frown as Jodi took in the scene before her: her son's girlfriend standing there in his clothing while her own clothes sat by the end of the bed. 

"Oh Sam, that was very kind of you," her voice was a little more flat as she smiled before gesturing behind her, "Sam, could I speak with you for just a moment?"

"Sure, I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable!" Sam smiled, kissing the top of her head as he used his most welcoming tone. Amelia couldn't help but laugh. 

They had closed his door behind them, so she wandered aimlessly, looking around his room curiously for the first time. Whenever she'd been there, he always had her full attention. She laughed to herself as she saw a half-empty bottle of hair product poking out of his dresser drawer. His look had always been dramatic, but Yoba, he wore it so well. 

His room was so neat. Everything was dusted, his trash empty, and everything seemingly had its own place. 

She caught a hint of Jodi's tone through the door and couldn't stop her curiosity. She moved closer, her steps as quiet as she could make them. She wanted to make out something of a hint as to what was wrong. She sounded stern and even a little frustrated. As she listened closely, she could barely make out Sam's response, "mom, I wouldn't… I really do think… I'm 24 and I pay… spend the night with my girlfriend, I'll invite her to do so. You know I'd never do anything disrespectful, mom. Vince's room is right there, for Yoba's sake," his voice grew clearer as she heard the two of them coming back to the room. Amelia moved, making herself look busy by looking over a poster on his wall. 

Quietly, she heard Jodi speak behind the door, likely believing that Amelia couldn't hear, "Sam, if you do decide to…" she paused, clearing her breath, "be safe, okay?"

"Mom." 

"I'm just saying!" She paused, deciding to add in a final thought, "and quiet, Samson."

"Mom."

Jodi held her hand up in defeat, though Amelia had no idea if it was meant to be a joke. She poked her head in and smiled, "Goodnight, Amelia. I'll make breakfast for everyone in the morning. Let me know if you need anything."

Amelia offered a kind smile, "Thanks, Jodi."

As she closed the door behind her, Sam was quick to move and lock it. Amelia knew how frustrating it was for him to have a mom who loomed over him even as an adult. But he couldn't get mad at her for it with Kent being deployed with little to no updates. 

She walked forward and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight hug, "everything okay?"

"Yeah, she's just doing that thing where she's pretending I'm in high school," he chuckled, moving to sit on the bed after she let go, "you know, the usual."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I can only imagine," she hummed, climbing onto the bed and sitting beside him, their backs to the wall, "we can lay down if you want. Get some sleep?"

He turned his head to look at her, his nod barely there as an almost devious look played at his lips. He shifted to lay down, his arm outstretched as he invited her into his arms, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. She traced small circles over his chest before turning to press lazy kisses to his jawline. She smirked to herself as she nipped his earlobe, resulting in a small, but sharp intake of air from him. He shifted so his eyes met hers, though barely inches apart. 

"That's not sleeping, you know."

"I couldn't help it. I can't just… lay here and not take a nibble," she pouted playfully before cutting off his response with another small kiss followed by another that she didn't pull back from. He exhaled through his nose as he let himself melt into the kiss, his arm that rest around her pulling her closer to the point of lying partially on top of him. 

Her hand had come to rest on his chest, moving up slowly and around to tangle her fingers in his hair, which resulted in an appreciative hum. She smiled a little against his lips, knowing that at the moment, he was pretty much putty in her hands. Agonizingly slowly, she moved, her tongue brushing along his lower lip. His response was hungry as his tongue met hers in a fight for control. Her light touch grew firm, her body reacting to his eagerness. Losing the fight, she allowed him control as their tongues danced in the kiss. 

Her free hand moved to his side, trying to be sneaky in sliding her hand under his shirt, wanting to feel each groove in his back and chest. Her hand glided over his surprisingly smooth skin all the way to his ribs before he pulled back from the kiss, his breathing labored as he laughed. 

"Are you trying to undress me?" He hummed, close enough that his breath was warm against her. He trailed his kisses down to meet her throat. She exhaled, any quip she might have had vanishing from thought. Before she even had a chance to speak, the sound of Vincent yelling for his mom as the little pats of his feet moved past Sam's door cut her off. 

Right. The walls here are thin and now was not the time for any other firsts. They seemed to share the thought as Sam pulled her back into a cuddle, purely affectionate. She pressed one more loving kiss to his lips before resting her head back on his shoulder. 

"Goodnight, Sam."

His chest shook lightly with his laugh, "g'night, Ames."

They lay there in silence for a while, Amelia almost having drifted to sleep before mumbling, "next time, you're sleeping over my house."

"Hmm?" Sam hummed, already mostly asleep. "For privacy," she yawned, her eyes falling closed again. He hummed in agreement and she smiled to herself, both excited and nervous to hear his thoughts on that implication when he's more awake and realizes what she said.

#stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #stardew #sam stardew valley #stardew sam #sdv #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[videostak]

good thing atleast is my family has been p like idk equally if not moreso baffled at my experience than me like obv if u fail smthn theyre all gonna tell u 100 times that its normal or kinda u kno be aware that u probably feel bad abt it but every1 of them so far and even my friend has been like "wtf!?" when i explain to them what happened lol. like it rly is insane like now that i think abt it if i did take right of way infront of a fucking ambulance with its siren on the ambulance wouldve def blown its horn at me real loud and that wouldve been an instant fail + intervention from the dmv driver so like i rly was damned if u do and damned if u dont moment. like kinda insane to go to there and u kno go thru all the paperwork legalities etc just to be put on by some gruffy guy in a bad mood. like atleast i can retake it soon but it also is insane looking at the reason "dangerous maneuver" and u kno the reality of me not even doing any maneuver at all and seeing the long ass explanation of the guy trying to contextualize why letting an emergency ambulance have right of way constitues a dangerous maneuver lol. also sucks cause like i have been practicing and the fact that there were no other notes on my driving so i have no idea of if i was even driving normal or not so like theres no real room for improvement or anything just gotta pray n hope they choose to give me the actual test next time..

[roobylavender]

What do you think about the live disney princess movies? Like the beauty and the beast could’ve used separate actors for visual acting and the singing, Emma Watson was a bit dodgy idk. The music is toned down in the live action versions either by removing the songs or just being poorly done. Listening to some clips of the little mermaid 😘 hopefully I get around to seeing whole thing.

so when i was watching the live action beauty and the beast and lamenting the horrible music choices i had a mutual who actually linked me this video essay talking about live action disney's music choices in general and it was quite revealing, i highly recommend it. as for how i felt about the movie on a personal level.. i despised it lol. i think in my thread for rewatching all of these princess movies it took up the most space bc i had so many complaints 😭 here are a few summarized lol:

why i think the drop-off in disney live actions occurs after maleficent and cinderella is bc of the fact that these two were not originally musical movies. there were far less constraints present by which disney had to orient the original character arcs, and it gave the writers room to take the stories where they wanted to. the disney live actions after don't have this luxury bc almost all of them are based on films that were movie musicals in the first place. so you're essentially recreating a film almost letter for letter, while nonetheless trying to push it beyond those constraints, and it overall makes for a product that feels very.. awkward. not to mention the live action's music simply does not compare to the original's in any way, like adapting one of disney's best soundtracks ever was already going to be a hassle but they somehow managed to plummet even further below expectations with the end product

in that vein, i think what the live action beauty and the beast really suffers from is being both underwritten and overwritten. it's not willing to expand on the movie's original canon and instead creates new canon where it's not even necessary. for example: the live action cinderella expands on lady tremaine's cruelty and gives it a basis rather than making her into a randomly evil figure. comparatively, the live action beauty and the beast introduces lore as to how belle and the beast's mothers died and it's just.. not needed at all? they don't bond with each other over tragedy. they bond with each other over being outcasts who are misunderstood.

the live action also strips the original movie of all of its fun. there's no scene with belle's father chancing upon a moment of explosive genius, no maneuvering gaston out of the house into a pig puddle while the wedding band unceremoniously breaks into song. it's so lifeless as a movie bc there's only so much it can translate to a live action medium. this also applies to so much of the line delivery, which hardly feels theatrical anymore

the beast.. i'm so upset over how they revamped his character. there's so much deliberation and built up suspense in his original introduction to both maurice and belle that is simply lost in the adaptation. the beast's not an aggressor from the start, he prowls, he approaches slowly, bc he recognizes that he is viewed by others as a monster, bc he anticipates the rejection and fear. he's not actually an animal at heart in the original. he's the one who offers her a room, he's skeptical but quietly hopeful she might join him for dinner. the frustration only comes after bc it's paired with the despair and desperation of knowing that he may live like this forever. the live action carries none of that nuance. it paints him as an aggressor, as someone who doesn't even Want to treat her as anything more than a prisoner, and is forced into placating her by his servants. it completely fails to understand the beast wanted to break the spell, but he felt hopeless as to how

i respect that emma watson is a feminist but that really did not call for altering the entire script of a movie that was already fine and feminist in its own right lol.. like if i wanted to watch a movie about a man learning that it's not girly and cringe to read romeo and juliet i would peruse romance book twt like it was an entertainment channel. the beast's problem originally was that he had spent so long living as a beast he forgot how to live as a human. he forgot how to read bc in his mind no beast needs to learn how to read. to turn that portrayal of insecurity and shame into something about him not respecting shakespeare was just.. utterly stupid? and condescending?

all of this to say i wasn't really a fan of any of the live actions after maleficent and cinderella lol like obv each movie has its unique issues but they are in the same vein as this one's. except, lo and behold, the hype for the little mermaid was so highly anticipated ig that they decided to learn sense and actually put substantial effort into it. i really think it's the best live action disney adaptation thus far, there are so many things about it i love, not least of all the actually sensible feminist changes to the original script as compared to how beauty and the beast tried to recreate something as "feminist" that was already feminist in the first place. like there's no doubt about it, the original the little mermaid is very largely framed around ariel's desire to be with eric. but without giving away too many spoilers, the live action does such a marvelous job at reframing ariel's desire as one for the world, and in a way that really emphasizes on her conflict with triton. i do have a few minor complaints of the film but as a whole it's a really well done revamp that takes an originally very daring female protagonist and fleshes her out even more in the best way possible. eric is also given way more agency and personality so it really feels like you're watching the development of a romance between equals. i am absolutely sure you'll enjoy it when you watch it!

#outbox #this is so long.. the live action batb really instilled such hatred in my heart like omg what an atrocity

[destinyc1020]

World of reels typical stan film bros,i would not trust this. I'm little afraid for spiderman 4. Really it's a chance that film will get new director. Another thing is story,I want street level story,but I'm hearing marvel wants more connected story with mcu. I hate it, marvel in deep shit rn and they just want use spiderman too at least somehow make it relevant,they may fuck up spiderman character too. I hope Tom have some power this time and very protective to spiderman character.

I'm not really afraid for SM4. Idk why people automatically assume that them possibly (note: POSSIBLY) having a new director for SM4 is automatically going to equal = FAIL?

Some new director could possibly bring a different feel/vibe to the films that are for the better! It could enhance the franchise actually! 😃

I think the problem with your Spiderman/MCU argument is that after the cliffhanger in NWH, how can you possibly write a "street level" Spiderman story w/out somehow involving the MCU, since Dr. Strange and his "maneuver" was the reason why nobody remembers Peter in the first place?? 🥴

Or, maybe that's a good thing? Maybe they can just start over new?? But then, will Peter himself remember? It seems he did when he went to go visit MJ at the donut/coffee shop at the end.

So, idk girl..... I would LOVE a stand-alone Spider-Man movie WITHOUT the tie to the MCU, but I'm just not seeing how they can do it at this point. They've basically backed themselves into a corner.

All I want is to just have a Spidey movie where the focus is on PETER (not any MCU "surprise guests"😒🙄), where there is GOOD character development for all of the characters, where the love story feels REAL and genuine and not rushed like in FFH, and where we can get some deeper storylines and not as much magic/robotics/IronMan help, etc.

[rustedleopard]

Here’s my personal interpretation of Jeff and Dr. Andonut’s relationship:

IDK who or what sort of woman decided to get into a romantic relationship with Dr. Andonuts, but I feel that Dr. Andonuts met his future partner in graduate school. The relationship did go well initially, but over time, Dr. Andonuts got more involved in his work and grew emotionally distant and this put a strain on the relationship. Jeff was essentially a sort of last ditch effort to try to make things work, y’know the classic “maybe if we throw a baby into this failing relationship, it’ll tie things together” maneuver. It didn’t work out.

Dr. Andonuts was fine with having a kid with her because he saw it as cultivating a future investment; having another Andonuts to work with him in the lab once they grew up enough would do wonders with him in the scientific field. He didn’t really consider that his child will be their own thinking, feeling being with their own agendas.

Jeff’s mom did hang around for a few years raising and taking care of him, which is why he didn’t die from straight up neglect during early childhood, but she eventually got tired of being in an unfulfilling relationship esp. with the baby not helping to tie things together and just up and left one day without bothering to try to fight for custody. This happened before Jeff was mentally developed enough to gain any significant memories of her. While he can understand why she left, the fact that she did so without even trying to remain in his life through some method or another means that he’s entirely indifferent to her. This is worse than his feelings about Dr. Andonuts.

Dr. Andonuts raised Jeff for only six months before essentially chucking him into Snow Wood Boarding School. Those few months were... really terrible for both of them.

Despite the fact that Snow Wood is a boarding school, they have an age restriction for enrolling children in the boarding school program (8 years old, at minimum, though most start enrolling for the boarding program around age 11). Dr. Andonuts had enough influence both as a graduate and as a famous scientist that they were willing to make an exception for his son, who was enrolled at age 4.

Jeff did spend the first few months separated from Dr. Andonuts lashing out and exhibiting behavioral problems (y’know, on the account of being a neglected child), which the school diligently reported back to Dr. Andonuts. While he read the reports, he never once did reconsider his decision. As soon as Jeff realized that no matter what he did no one’s coming for him, he stopped acting out.

The reports the school filed got thinner over the years, until they could basically be summarized as “he’s doing fine” (which actually means not causing problems/being disruptive). The bedwetting comment that Dr. Andonuts makes on your second trip to Winters was the last significant thing that got reported back to him, and that was many years ago.

Because Dr. Andonuts is so famous and because Snow Wood Boarding School is his alma mater and because he left such a strong impression, even after graduating, lots of people (staff, students, faculty) make comparisons between the two of them. Dr. Andonuts and Jeff are alike in some regards (like being very driven, intelligent, and a bit eccentric) but considering the fact that comparing a child to his neglectful father is very *winces and sucks air through my teeth*, he sees it more as an insult than a compliment.

I’ve seen some headcanons that Jeff was causing lots of explosions/was getting into detention a lot/was known as this mad scientist around school, but I’ve personally never seen him like that. I’m not saying that he never invented anything (of course he did, he’s Jeff), but if your dad is known as this “super scientist guy” and you want to dodge comparisons between the two of you, then you’re gonna try to keep your interest for science on the down low. This means not enrolling in the science club he founded and keeping your outward interest in the subject as quiet as possible when you’re around others and inventing stuff in private and not showing off to others.

This also ties into my belief that Jeff was a rule follower at Snow Wood: not because he feared the consequences of causing problems or because he believed that rules were made to be adhered to (in fact, he’s stolen a bunch of stuff like mercury thermometers that the school was slated to throw out and did all sorts of dangerous stuff for the sake of science), but rather because he just didn’t want to stand out. He got very good at hiding his passions from the world.

Pre canon Jeff wished that he didn’t care so much about his relationship with his dad.

Post Stonehenge is when Dr. Andonuts first starts to realize that Jeff is his own person and that he might have missed out on something significant by shipping him off to Snow Wood.

The reason why Jeff remained with Dr. Andonuts in Saturn Valley post canon is 1) Snow Wood Boarding School temporarily shut down on the account of settling everything that happened with some of their students getting kidnapped and 2) Because his father extended interest in trying to work on their relationship. Jeff was giving him a chance.

Despite that though, their relationship can’t really be described as familial. They work well together, they like lots of the same things, they can have casual conversations about whatever insane thing they read in their favorite scientific magazine, but missing out on approximately 10 years of life together has left a deep gouge in their relationship that none of them are willing to address. While Dr. Andonuts might be willing to talk about more personal subjects with Jeff, Jeff would not do the same with his father.

While pre canon Jeff defined his life on dodging comparisons between him and his father as much as possible to the point that it prevented him from doing things that he wanted to, post canon Jeff isn’t hung up on this. He knows that he’s his own person, that he has people that care about who he is as a person (Tony, Maxwell, Ness, Paula, Poo), and that he’s not his father. If someone is approaching him with the expectations that he’d be a mini-Dr. Andonuts, then that’s their shame for being myopic. The fact that he starts inventing things publically without fear of being compared to his father is great for his character, but it’s absolutely menacing for all the staff at Snow Wood who were used to him being meek.

Dr. Andonuts and Jeff did end up collaborating on quite a few projects together and even ended up sharing a patent on the Instant Revitalizing Machine, among a few other things.

Two to three years in the future, when Dr. Andonuts got kidnapped by Porky, he isn’t able to leave a note explaining what happened to him nor are there any signs of struggle, so Jeff just assumes that Dr. Andonuts up and abandoned him. It was a very upsetting time for him because, from Jeff’s angle, it looked like Dr. Andonuts decided to go back on all the work that they both put into trying to reforge their relationship. Jeff didn’t even bother to look for him because he just assumed that his father decided not to bother to change.

Jeff did end up inheriting his father’s lab, all of his patents and blueprints for new machines, and his fortune. Jeff had the lab demolished, sorted through the blueprints to remove the more useful invention ideas from the eccentric ones designed to make money, sold most of the patents, and invested most of the money in philanthropy.

Jeff grew up, got married to Tony, and adopted and raised a happy family. His new laboratory was located in a small city where he willingly took on interns from the local university, and helped to bolster the careers of those around him. Most of his inventions focused on things that could help people, such as food printers, more efficient methods of harnessing nuclear energy, and robotic prosthetics that broke the boundary between the biotic and abiotic worlds. The patents for his inventions were incredibly cheap because he made his inventions to be shared with the world. Despite the importance of what he was creating, he remained incredibly modest and down to earth.

Some people might say that he did that to spite his father, a notorious recluse who’s inventions focused more on flashiness than on usefulness in the day-to-day world, but Jeff isn’t nearly so shallow. He merely saw what sort of man his father was and decided that he was a person not worth imitating. While he never reached the same levels of fortune and fame that his father did, he lived a long life and died happy and beloved.

Several hundred years in the future, Dr. Andonuts ends up on Nowhere Islands. He recognizes the blueprints for reconstruction projects on animals that break the boundary between living and machine; he recognizes the designs for the robots with advanced artificial intelligence and nuclear powered batteries: while they are reverse engineered from alien technology, Jeff always did have a distinct touch to his designs. If he knew to what ends his inventions were used for, Jeff would be spinning in his grave like he was centrifuged.

When Dr. Andonuts searches for more information regarding the fate of his son, he stumbles across a bibliography written about Jeff’s life written in collaboration with him. It covers his early life at Snow Wood Boarding School, a vague account of the War on Giygas with most of the grittiness as well as some secrets of the Earth scrubbed out, his life during university and graduating, his rise to fame and inspirations for his inventions, and some accounts about his personal life (with much respect to his husband’s and childrens’ privacy). There isn’t a single mention of his father in it.

#earthbound #jeff tag #in which i say 'imma keep this list short' then proceed to write over 1500 words on it #sticking this under the cut because it's a bit lengthy #also ignore the fact that i change tenses like a madman. #i was not paying attention to the fact that i kept doing that until i read it back

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Find the Word Tag Game

(Double Feature)

tagged by: @sleepyowlwrites & @drabbleitout my words: behind, before, below, between, believe, beware, dramatic, dream, damage, drive, dull tagging: @sleepyowlwrites, @drippingmoon, @druidx, @ashen-crest, @drabbleitout, @zmwrites, anyone who wants to, and idk guys I don’t have the energy to tag all the gayliens or whatever. pretend I said something cool lol your words: young, fail, glow, cord, tree, scream

behind (Rebirth)—

"Ow, fuck, my rib," Warren groaned, doubling over as Thrive moved to the bedroom door. "I'm still ———, you know."

"The Warren I was with into the early hours of the morning would beg to differ."

"Hey," he shot back, passing him on his way into the hall. "With the way that tongue of yours maneuvers, if you only knew how much restraint I had to exercise..."

"The wonderful thing about being able to empathize through touch is that I am now very aware of how much restraint you have been exercising throughout not just this morning, but the entirety of knowing me."

Warren flushed bright. "Good! That was my entire intent!"

Thrive caught him in a sly smile and eased the door closed behind them.

before (Eternal)—

Thrive looked him over, continually sending soothing messages through their touch. His cape shielded both of them from prying eyes. "What do you think is going to happen, Warren?"

Warren, finally back in his body and able to communicate freely, had never thought about actually trying to decipher his intuition before. He blinked a few times, focusing on the anxiety he'd felt, the overwhelming urge to run away as if he'd been deceived or tricked. "...I don't think Ingress is what you expect it to be."

 Thrive's frown deepened. "Do you feel danger?"

"No." Warren eyed what he could of the screens hanging from the ceiling. "...Yes."

Thrive went quiet, and Warren felt him rooting around his subconscious like a gentle nudge under a thick wooly blanket. "You think it's going to create more problems than it will solve."

below (Eternal)—

The pressure vacuum attempted to suck the injured Groundmaster through, though it was too large and therefore folded within itself, creating an effective plug. The shuttle, however, was damaged just enough that it began to careen out of control, tumbling toward the planet at breakneck speed.

Warren let himself freefall and Thrive threw the door open while in mid-air. He blasted the last Groundmaster out and Warren spotted the ground spinning wildly around them as they descended, getting ever closer with each second. His stomach lurched; mountains. Hundreds of needlepoint, razor-sharp mountains.

Thrive raised a shield around the two of them with moments to spare until the shuttle exploded into the snow-capped rocks below them.

between (Meridian)—

"He's not on Tournaltis," Thoeala said. She placed her hands on her hips. "We can't trace him. There's no one in our space that shouldn't be there."

"It hasn't even been twenty-four hours," Corin yelled. "How far could he have gone?!"

Warren swallowed, breathed. He ran his fingers over the raised bumps on his arms. "Something's happened." He listened to his heart racing under his ribs, the anxiety creeping up the back of his throat. He couldn't feel anything within their connection, and while he knew it hadn't been severed, it was as if it'd been disabled. The line between them was dead, and a rendering chill took its place. "...He's gone."

Thoeala brushed her hair out of her face. "Where? Where did he go?"

Warren looked down at the floor, shaking. "...He was taken."

believe (Rebirth)—

"Orthrive'poliea..."

Thrive opened his eyes and looked to Gosrah, who regarded him with seriousness.

"Nar and I want to thank you. Both of you," she added to Sussa. "We are aware this puts you in a bad position as far as your safety is concerned...but we appreciate your help."

"I'd like to thank you as well," Nyra interjected. "Ysha got what was coming to her. You did the right thing."

"The graha have been violent and ruthless in the past," Nar said, "but there are good among us."

Thrive brought the rifle onto his lap. "I believe there's good among every species."

Sussa turned to him. "Even the eliyi?"

His muscles tensed as he was violently shaken from the wisps of Warren in his head, enough that he didn't answer her at first. "Yes," he said at length. He met her eyes, unwavering. "...Even the eliyi."

beware avoid (Eternal)—

"They're entrusting me with information about what transpired with a hostile race that still co-exists with them in this galaxy," Thrive said, switching back to human form. "I have to tell them as much as possible."

Warren, irritated at the consistently condescending way Thrive had been addressing him since he'd been discovered on board, especially every time he tried to help, threw his hands up. "Sure, fine. Do whatever the fuck you want, man. Make this a thousand times harder for yourself than you really need to."

"Please grow up," Thrive snapped, stopping in front of the bridge door. It opened for him, but instead he rounded on Warren, eyes hardened with emotion. "I do not have the luxury of protecting my feelings from all of the bad things that have ever happened. The reality is that I am the sole surviving victim of a genocide that I am morally obligated to help others avoid at all costs. Do you understand?"

Warren folded his arms, not willing to be cowed so easily despite everyone's eyes on them.

dramatic (Rebirth)—

Corin winced. "In order to take your DNA effectively, you'll need to become natural. Just for a second."

Thrive anticipated that stipulation. "I'm not doing that."

"Oh, no," Corin groaned, and he stepped up beside him. "Please, can we not make this overly dramatic? For as long as you've been human, who knows if you even have any obhelian blood left?" He sighed. "I know it's difficult, but you need to try."

Thrive opened his mouth to say something.

"Yes, of course," Corin interrupted, waving his gangly hands, "'You don't know difficult, Corin.' Well, you're right. I don't. But you do, and don't you want it to finally stop?"

dream (Aurora)—

"State this one by name," it said again.

Warren cleared his throat. "Uh...Orthrive'poliea. Protector of Tey under the Oath of Caala."

"Caala," the voice echoed. "That is Solnai."

"Yes." Warren wasn't sure where this was going to go, but he felt that he was the only one who could do it. "Thrive is from Slodia."

"I have dreamt of Slodia," the obelisk said. "This one...Orthrive'poliea. Feels with the texture of a portent."

"What...what the hell does that mean?"

damage (Meridian)—

Warren made to move away to find someone else who needed help, but Mkeerkiq grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He looked at them from inside his helmet, watching the rate of their pulse increase on his HUD.

Thrive watched this exchange with interest. "Do you feel more secure with Warren here?" he asked.

Mkeerkiq let out an affirmative murmur.

Warren glanced around at the faces looking at him. "I mean...I don't mind, I just worry about others."

"The others will be seen to," Thrive said, patting Warren's knee. "We need Mkeerkiq calm if we're to get them out without causing more damage."

The medics, with Thrive's and Mkeerkiq's guidance, were able to brace the spine enough to slide them onto a stretcher. Warren stayed with them until they'd been lifted out of the sinkhole.

"I gotta get back to helping more of your peers, okay?" he said, standing over the hovering stretcher. "You're in great hands now. They're gonna take you to a shuttle, and that shuttle's gonna take you to a starship, and maybe you'll be able to find friends or family aboard. There's even a chance we'll run into each other later."

Mkeerkiq seemed less afraid now. "Thank...you."

drive (Aurora)—

Warren took a shaky breath, screwing his eyes shut. "This is a hallucination Thrive experienced when he was thrown from Andromeda."

"Oh my god," Dazia muttered, hands on her face. "...Oh my god."

Gouna somehow managed to step away from Mercury's blockade in the doorway and calmly approached the viewscreen, watching the carnage with an observant eye. He clasped his hands behind his back. "I do wonder how much of it was his own insanity or if it was the Emmuli doing...this," he motioned to the viscera sliding around the glass.

Lifting his face up to Gouna, Warren swallowed. "Either way, he was driven to mutilating himself. Does it matter how he got there?"

Gouna's lips quirked into a hollow grin. "No, I suppose not." He peered down at Warren. "I've noticed he's conspicuously absent from this vessel." When Warren couldn't bring himself to respond, Gouna nodded. "As I thought. I can't say I'm not saddened, but I would've liked to at least…" He halted, clearing his throat like he would've been overcome with emotion had he continued, and he turned back to the raining bodies. "I'll miss him."

dull (Meridian)—

The outside activity sounded like it died quite a while ago. A quick glance under the door told Warren the hallway lights had been turned off, and the house was blanketed in silence. Dull, throbbing pain behind his eyes served as a reminder and a cautionary tale, and he let out a careful wince as he rubbed his forehead.

The mattress shook with the sudden force of Thrive bolting upright.

"Hey," Warren said, leaning to him. He cleared the hoarseness from his voice. "Hey, easy. Easy."

At the sound of Warren next to him, breathlessness exploded from Thrive as if he'd stopped respiring in his sleep. He passed his hands over his face, relieved, settling back down onto his pillow.

Warren rubbed a palm down Thrive's arm. "I thought obhelians couldn't dream."

"It wasn't a dream. It was a trauma response."

"Yeah...I'm too familiar with those."

#tag game #Find the Word #I wasn't even going to do this yet #at least not until I decided to come back full-time #but the Netflix account is being hogged and I've smoked and drank too much already tonight #it's either this or play The Movies until five in the morning skjfhaldhf

[tenya]

I know you’re probably not here but I’m totally into your tiny wings au, how did Dekiu and kiri meet, ik in middle school, but how, who asked who, how r there dates, now I can’t imagine kiri having a feather gifted by izuku he makes into a hairpiece/earring to remind him of the bd, sorry great ship btw

hi i'm usually not here but this ask got me feeling some kind of way... is it cringe to be nostalgic for an au i made? LOL anyways

they actually didn't meet in middle school, the first time they met was when they were much younger! it's just that they didn't get to KNOW each other until middle school.

their first meeting was brief but cute. it was around when kids their age started getting their quirks. although, in tiny wings, izuku was technically born with his (since it's mutation type). kirishima didn't have his yet though. they met when izuku fell out of the sky because he was trying (and failing) to fly LOL kirishima caught him and izuku was very embarrassed. kirishima thought he was soooo cool though cuz he already had his quirk, didn't matter that he couldn't use it very well yet.

and then they went their separate ways... come middle school, though, and kirishima remembers him :) izuku doesn't recognize him right away though. to his credit, it's been several years, and kirishima didn't have any stand out traits back then, unlike izuku's tiny wings ;P he does recall their interaction once kirishima reintroduces himself though. and then he gets embarrassed all over again. kirishima's convinced he's gotta be flying high by now though, and makes izuku promise to show him how much better he's gotten since they last saw each other.

ofc, izuku can't really "fly high" as kirishima said, but his technique is definitely better than it was before. he can maneuver really well, boost himself into places that would be impossible to reach for a normal person, and so on. izuku shows him what he can do at like, a park or something where there's a lot of obstacles and things to bounce off of. and even though izuku feels like it's not very impressive, kirishima thinks his moves are sick. they keep hanging out after this

i don't think izuku would make the first move irt asking kirishima out LOL although he would be veryyyy bad at hiding his feelings. as per canon he kind of wears his heart on his sleeve LMAO so kirishima would definitely Know For A Long Time what was up. for him it would just be a matter of finding the best time and place to ask. cuz he's pretty confident izuku will say yes (he does)

the feather idea is really cute too augh,, maybe that's what izuku gives him when kirishima finally asks him out LOL idk that'd be adorable i think <3

#anonymous #tiny wings au #long response so its under a readmoreghfgf