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lovingseventeen · 1 year

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how do you think svt would kiss you the very first time? would they ask first or just go for it? i feel like seungkwan and dk would be SOOOO nervous 🥺🥺🥺👉👈

how svt would kiss you the first time ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

a/n: i feel like these somewhat steadily got longer and longer as i kept writing HELP LMAO

seungcheol:

♡ i feel like he contemplates while watching your expression

♡ suddenly gets a little bit serious

♡ i’m a firm believer in cheol tilting your chin up before he leans in

♡ he’s extra gentle the first time —he didn’t want to seem forceful by any means— and the kiss lasts just a little bit longer than a peck because he does want to savor it

jeonghan:

♡ he was on the middle of teasing you for who knows what

♡ he’s leaning against a door frame going, “oh yeah?” with that signature smirk of his

♡ you’re in the middle of rolling your eyes and pushing him away but you also happen to lean into him just a bit

♡ and god, you just looked so cute he had to close the space in between you two

joshua:

♡ 100% asks you if it’s okay first because he’s a certified gentleman

♡ he just couldn’t help it, you liked so pretty and his mind was racing with the thought of kissing you

♡ it comes out of him like it’s the easiest thing in world, “can i kiss you?”

♡ he also loves how the question flusters you a little, a certain excitement bubbling in your stomach knowing that he’s about to kiss you

♡ seeing that you’re a little nervous he leans in with his hands on the sides of your arms, soothing you

jun:

♡ it comes from a playful bet

♡ maybe you’re taking a walk together in a park and he needs to throw something out

♡ “hm, you think if i make this in, you could give me a kiss?”

♡ you take him on this bet, both of you aware of his aim being quite literally hit or miss

♡ he goes through the effort of doing a spin and tossing his garbage with a flair ~ and he’s more surprised that he actually made it

♡ he’s still processing what’s actually about to happen when you hold the front of his shirt and pull him in for a quick peck

♡ bonus: when you part ways, he thinks you don’t catch him skipping home LOL

hoshi:

♡ so y’all decided it would be a good idea for him to teach you how to dance

♡ one thing led to another and you two were jokingly ballroom dancing in the practice room

♡ but hoshi gets too excited to try to twirl the both of you and you stumble

♡ luckily his arm wraps around you waist a little tighter and he catches you, pulling you flush against him

♡ you’re both pretty giggly over his antics and to him, you’re just pretty

♡ suddenly, you’re up so close and he leans in for a sweet peck

♡ for a second he’s nervous that he shouldn’t have done that but he sees you grin a return a kiss to his lips

♡ cue the following very giggly kisses after :’)

wonwoo:

♡ so you were watching a movie together

♡ wonwoo was wearing his glasses (making him a little extra cute), and the both of you were wearing your comfiest clothes with your feet entangled under a shared blanket

♡ at some point he stopped paying attention to the movie and just glanced over to you, taking in how your face was illuminated by the tv

♡ he gently brushed back the hair on the side of your face and tucked it behind your ear. this in turn, catches your attention

♡ your eyes met his and he just leans in gently as you melt into his figure

♡ it’s a cozy first kiss and it’s simultaneously the moment where wonwoo starts to feel like home

woozi:

♡ you were actually in the middle of teasing him

♡ you were in the studio together and he was showing how he wrote you a little verse

♡ (he was very much debating whether or not he’d show you it to you at all)

♡ “you’re so cute when you’re like this” you gushed, making him more pink than he already was

♡ you walked up to him to (jokingly) make him more flustered and he figured the only way to (lovingly) shut you up was with a kiss

dokyeom:

♡ so so shy the first time omg

♡ he’s also someone who asks verbally because he’s a #consentking

♡ the two of you were laying down on your picnic blanket, gazing at clouds in the sky and trying to figure out what they resembled

♡ your fingers would occasionally brush together, making both of you have butterflies

♡ little do you know, he’s taken a break from looking at the sky to look at you instead, so pretty right next to him

♡ you laughed at one of his jokes and he quickly realized that it’s one of his favorite sounds in the world

♡ so, he musters up the courage to ask, “is it okay if i kiss you?”

♡ you turn to meet his eyes and nod with a smile, he’s such a blushy baby as he props himself on one elbow before he leans over to meet your lips (he swears he feels like his heart might explode)

mingyu:

♡ of course it’s when he brings you home after a date NYHSHSH

♡ you’re standing outside your door, looking for any excuse to stay with him a little longer

♡ “i had a really good night” you tell him

♡ he grins at this (the one that makes your stomach flip) “yeah?”

♡ the two of you stand in some silence for a moment, your mind racing with what else to say

♡ before you know it, one of his hands are sneaking around your waist to pull you flush against him

♡ he leans down so his face is closer to yours, almost intimidating, as he tells you “i did too”

♡ choosing to be a little bold, you reach out to hold onto the front of his coat to pull him in closer

♡ he takes this as his opportunity to close the gap between your lips, a very sweet way of saying goodnight

minghao:

♡ it doesn’t happen at some fancy dinner date because it doesn’t have to

♡ i’m a firm believer that being anywhere with with hao is magical enough

♡ perhaps the two of you were having tea together, simply enjoying each other’s company

♡ as he’s watching you so fondly he just knows he’s in deep

♡ you notice that he’s somewhat zoned out, “hao? did i ramble too much.. are you still there?” you chuckle

♡ he just responds by taking your face in his hands, a thumb running over your cheek adoringly as he places a light kiss to your lips

♡ “keep going i was listening” he tells you right after (you’ve lost your train of thought lol)

seungkwan:

♡ your best friend was usually so talkative and animated with you

♡ you were at one of your favorite spots and suddenly he’s so quiet and he’s avoiding eye contact???

♡ “is there something wrong?” you asked, concerned because he looked so glum (it made your heart ache)

♡ you moved closer to him to read his expression

♡ his eyes move to the side to quickly check where you were but his face looks ahead

♡ with the lowest voice he says, “i think i’m i’m love with you and i don’t know what to do and you’re so close to me right now ijustwannakissyou”

♡ mentally he’s preparing for the worst, thinking that he may have just ruined a lifelong friendship. but he’s shocked when he hears you laugh

♡ “then kiss me, silly”

vernon:

♡ a tad bit awkward but he’s straightforward nonetheless

♡ also probably on the shyer side

♡ i also kind of feel like he’s not naturally affectionate in the way that’s touchy - but sometimes he wants to be, for you

♡ “um, could i kiss you you?” he asks, a nervous hand coming up behind his neck

♡ he relaxes when your lips touch and kissing you feels like the easiest thing in the world

♡ a cute vernon thing would probably be him still tending to ask you for permission even after you’ve kissed so many times

dino:

♡ he does it when he’s showing you some choreo that he’s been working on

♡ but of course he alters it so that he ✨sexily✨ moves closer to you- with a body roll in there somewhere lol

♡ he thought you’d be flustered, but you daringly step closer, placing a teasing hand on the side of his neck with a smirk

♡ he drops the dance jokes when he realizes you’re so close to him

♡ he’s serious now as he leans in and your arms reach up around his neck, both your hearts racing as you kiss

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lexi-the-demon-69 · 7 months

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My CRK hot takes (character edition)

Yeah, you knew this was bound to happen. So, here are my Cookie Run Kingdom hot takes! Please do not read beyond this point if you are easily offended by someone else's opinion because I do not feel like listening to some of you guys whine in the comments.

So, here they are lol:

Ok, now let me explain my takes! I couldn't really fit everything into the comic, because they're just too small and I don't think I can do it justice. So, here are my explanations!

1.) "Black Pearl is an overrated character and didn't deserve to be Cookie of the Year."

I honestly do not understand why she’s so popular, other than that her design is pretty and she’s VERY good skill-wise. Other than that… there’s nothing really that I like about her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not criminally offensive compared to other characters, but all she is to me is a simple rehash of Dark Choco Cookie’s character, but worse. If anything, Sherbert Cookie should’ve been Cookie of the Year and not her! He’s an amazingly written character compared to her and I actually feel very sorry for, unlike Black Pearl. The only reason why she got Cookie of the Year is that she’s pretty. That’s it.

2.) "Clotted Cream can go fuck himself."

I despise this character with a passion. I also do not understand the appeal of Clotted Cream. There is just something about him that I just do not like! The moment I laid eyes on him in Cookie Odyssey, I immediately thought he was the man behind the slaughter and I feel like that was also half of the fandom at the time when Cookie Odyssey was released. Do I even need to mention the scene where he confronts the ancients with Dark Enchantress Cookie’s identity? I mean, yes, it should’ve been said, but holy fuck he could NOT shut his fucking mouth! Besides, HE started the whole damn thing! If anything, Dark Cacao should AT LEAST knock some fucking sense into him. I would not be even mad. Also, he’s fucking annoying to me. Why does he not have a British accent?! WHY?!-

3.) "LicoPom is a good ship"

I stand by this and I shall explain myself now. Both Pomegranate and Licorice Cookie are shitty people and they both treat Dark Choco like garbage. The ONLY reason why people say this ship is bad is because Pomegranate is shitty towards Choco. Y'all, you DO realize Licorice also uses Dark Choco as a punching bag too, right? Not only does Licorice throw Dark Choco under the bus by mentioning him to get him in trouble, but ALSO calls him names. Not to mention that Licorice is treated the best by Pomegranate, compared to the others, and you can see that they care about each other (at least, Licorice does, at the end of episode 14, where he tells her that she's hurt and they need to retreat.) They deserve each other, honestly.

4.) "The Heroes of the Dark Cacao Update is THE BEST CRK Update."

Do I really need to explain why? I mean, this update is CARRIED by its story ALONE! Not to mention we got Dark Cacao: One of the BEST written characters in the entire game, Affogato Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie: Dark Choco's wife/j and certified Girlboss, and we got to learn more about Dark Choco Cookie as a character! Whoever says this update is bad is a liar-

5.) "Sea Fairy is a mid character"

I don't think I need to explain why. We know very little about her, even after the Mermaid update we only know that she's connected to the Mermaids and that's kinda it. I mean, I don't hate her at all, but I wish we had a little more info about her.

6.) "Pudding Cookie should be introduced into Kingdom for the next Krima update"

Ok, not much of a hot take but more of an opinion. I mean, c'mon! Look at her!! We need an update where she's introduced along with other Christmas Cookies with their own little story, like in ovenbreak! Please, Devsisters, do it-

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Ok, that's all of my hot takes I have so far. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna lose some of my followers for these takes- (thank you for 400 followers btw!! It really means a lot!!) but I say it's worth it. If any of you guys have any hot takes of your own, please let me know in the comments or ask box! I'd love to see them!

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie #licorice cookie #clotted cream cookie #sea fairy cookie #pudding cookie #dark choco cookie #licopom #licorice cookie x pomegranate cookie #black pearl cookie #sherbet cookie #hot takes

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paper-gold-theories · 4 months

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Villainous Fanfic: Conflicting

Basically a yandere GoldHeart and Flug fanfic.

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"I trusted you, Leth! You're a hero in training for P.E.A.C.E. Academy and you knew I'm villain student in Black Hat Institution but you kept it a secret all this time to just use me to get ahead and become the top hero!" Flug yells at GoldHeart as he enters his boyfriend's room, confronting him with all the evidence he complied of his decit.

“Flug, calm down, you’re getting worked up over nothing,” GoldHeart says calmly, as if he knew this would happen eventually, but there was a flicker of fear and paranoia of Flug leaving him sliding over Goldheart's eyes and if Flug hadn't known him he would have missed it.

“Don’t you love spending time with me? Don't you love sleeping with me? Don’t you love being together with me? Don't you love me?” with every question GoldHeart walks closer to Flug in large, determined yet careful steps, like a hunter approaching a deer.

“Yes, but you-” Flug tried to get the conversation back on track as GoldHeart steps closer and closer towards him.

“And look, Flug!” GoldHeart spoke over Flug, not letting him finish so that he can complete his own walk towards Flug from the other side of the room. He gently reached out his hand to cup Flug's face and slowly caressing his cheek. Despite being hurt by GoldHeart's deception, Flug leaned in on instinct making GoldHeart's eyes soften and quelling some of his worries at seeing his boyfriend's reaction.

“Remember what I told you that I'm going to achieve something that would make life better for the both of us?” GoldHeart put his arm around Flug's shoulder in an inescapable hold to guide him to his study table across the room. He grabbed a stack of papers from the desk and shoved it towards Flug's face, eyes gleeful and bright with frenzy.

“This is a P.E.A.C.E. contract, Flug! Thanks your tutoring I became the top of my grade and P.E.A.C.E. gave the best hero contract they could offer. I'm getting my own city, my own bulding, a seven figure starting salary, unlimited resources to stop crime and...I get to choose my own team.” Flug looked away from GoldHeart, not liking the way he possessively stared at him as he said those last words. "Just think Flug! Once you become a hero, we can have all of this together."

GoldHeart's sudden proposition shocked Flug, it wasn't even a proposition as Flug realised GoldHeart didn't ask, more like a declaration.

He came here with the intention of confronting his boyfriend for keeping secrets that he was a hero student and knows that Flug was villain student, yet still continuing their tutoring sessions to get ahead of all the other heroes in his school. Now he wants him to leave everything behind and become a hero? How did it come to this? “I still have a few months of school, Leth,” Flug explains after swimming out of his torrent thoughts.

“Fuck school, Flug!” GoldHeart growled vehemently, his hands moved to hold Flug tightly by the shoulders. Flug had never seen this side of his boyfriend before. "You said so yourself, those students beat the shit out of you and bully you for no reason while the teachers just sit there and watch! Why stay at that garbage villain school anyways?!”

"I need to go to school Leth because I'm going to become a certified villain once I graduate,” Despite the racing of his heart, Flug tries his best to sound firm and stand his ground with GoldHeart.

GoldHeart tightened his grip around Flug's shoulders. “Fuck Villainy, too...” GoldHeart bit out on a snarl, eyes glowing gold.

For the first time ever, Flug was truly afraid of his boyfriend. The harsh golden gleam to GoldHeart's vehement stare also reminded Flug that he's is actually a superhero with super inhuman strength that can break down steel buildings as if they were toothpicks, let alone overpower a normal human like Flug. The walls of GoldHeart's room felt tighter and tighter.

“You really think becoming a Villain will make your life any better?!” GoldHeart's voice was ice like liquid nitrogen and grating like broken glass as his hands slid down to Flug’s waist, encasing him close to his body with a posessive hug to hold him in place. “Your gonna live your life on the run and heroes will literally hunt you down to beat the shit out of you if they see you doing crime! How is that any better from being bullied?!"

"I'm not going to be on the losing end Leth!" Flug snapped, angrily struggling against GoldHeart's constricting grip, but the hero held him in place.

"Sure your smart, so maybe you will get some success and escape now and then," GoldHeart shrugs nonchalantly. "But Flug, didn't you also always say you want people to recognize you for your genius? Tell me how the is being a villain, who are hated by everyone in society is going to help you achieve that?" GoldHeart challenges Flug looking at him directly in the eye.

"I do want people to acknowledge me for my genius. But not like this. Not if I have not if I have to sell out to become a hero, not if I have go against my morals and beliefs to get ahead," Flug looks at GoldHeart back in the eye in return with conviction.

GoldHeart sighs, "The grass isn't greener on your side Flug," he responds calmly, the opposite from his earlier tone, surprising Flug. "Villains do just as morally compromising things as heroes. And you say heroes are sell outs but don't villains also sell their soul to Black Hat to get what they want, how is that any different?" GoldHeart elaborates as if it was obvious.

Flug was stuntlock at GoldHeart's words. It's true, Flug had to admit, both villains and heroes do the same compromising things. He turns away from GoldHeart, not sure how to respond to that revelation.

GoldHeart smiles softly, as if reading his boyfriend's mind and knows what he's thinking. He gently places his hand on Flug's chin and moves it so that his boyfriend is facing him again, "If you become a hero you'll get all the recognition you deserve and you won't have to worry about being bullied...I'll eliminate anyone who even tries," GoldHeart adds darkly.

'Holy shit,' Flug thought. 'That was wow.'

“When were together nobody can stop us, nobody can hold us back,” GoldHeart continues, going back to cradle Flug’s face between his hands and bore into him with fever in his brown eyes. “We'll have the world in the palm of our hands. You and me, together."

"Leth I...," Flug sighed out a wavering breath. Being a hero never tempted him before, it shouldn't be so tempting! But the way GoldHeart said 'You and me, together' lit a flame in Flug’s fluttering heart as the potential future of becoming a hero together with his boyfriend and being recognized for his hard work and talents flashed vividly before Flug’s eyes making it all seem so wonderful and beautiful.

In school, his life had been so lonely and miserable ever since Cecilia died, until Herbert Leth walked into it and made him feel things he thought he would never feel again, it wasn’t like he wanted to go back to being alone again.

But even though he realised villains and heroes are somewhat similar and the wonderful future he could have together with GoldHeart ...Flug has worked too hard, for too long, putting his blood, sweat, tears, and everything he had to become a villain. It was his passion, dream, and goal ever since he decided to enroll in Black Hat Institution to study evil science. He can't just immediately decide to give up on everything he worked for and everything he believed in just to become a hero right now. This was all too much for him to process at one go.

“Can you give me some time to think about it?" Flug felt GoldHeart’s arms tightened around him as he says those words. The ‘what’s there to think about, Flug?’ question already forming at the back of GoldHeart’s throat. But at the sight of Flug's teary and wide eyed overwhelmed expression, the tightness around GoldHeart’s eyes softened, feeling guilty for making his boyfriend cry.

Flug was surprised at his boyfriend's sudden change in demeanour as GoldHeart's grip loosen and instead pulled Flug's body close into his chest, a hand on the back of Flug's head guiding his face to nestle into GoldHeart's neck as the hero rubbed his hair in soothing motions.

“I'm sorry for overwhelming you Flug. I'll give you some time to think about it, alright," GoldHeart mummers and peppers Flug's face with gentle kisses.

"Thank you, Leth," Flug was glad at least GoldHeart listened to him on this one thing and finally hugs GoldHeart back, making the hero sigh in satisfaction and melt at the contact from his beloved boyfriend.

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GoldHeart says he needs a month to finalise his contract and settle some other stuff with P.E.A.C.E. and asks if he can get Flug's answer by then and Flug agrees ...

And for a few weeks, things went back to the way they were. He and GoldHeart would go on dates, be intimate and spend as much of their free time together as a couple.

But at the back of Flug's mind he knew he was postponing the inevitable. He thought long and hard about his difficult decision and it was tearing him apart. Every time he sees GoldHeart's sincere smile when they spend their days together it makes him feel so conflicted as it reminds him of the inevitable decision he has to make and he wonders sadly if they will be able to continue to have happy times like this like this once he finally makes his choice:

Be a hero and have a future with GoldHeart or Sacrifice everything to follow his dreams to become a villain.

#villainous #villanos #villainous fanfic #dr flug #dr kenning flugslys #goldheart #gold heart #herbert leth #flug #villainous headcanons #yandere goldheart

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anulithots · 1 month

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Nobara realizes that Itadori isn't really a hoodie guy.

And she cannot stand for that.

*intro music starts playing*

~JJK fashion show episode~

Nobara drags him and Megumi along for a shopping trip to find Itadori's sense of style.

(Technically Megumi and Itadori always join along with Nobara's shopping trips. Itadori goes along for fun of it + knick knacks + food and ends up having to carry all of Nobara's bags.

Megumi silently goes along, looks at a few things, shies away from attention as much as possible, before strolling through the pet store and buying nothing. Itadori often takes a break and joins Megumi for a little while before the trio meets up again.)

This time she had to drag along Itadori, and she told Megumi he had to help.

Insert an entire fashion montage. (If you know more about fashion than I do please let me know ideas)

Itadori eventually has to deal with his indeciveness, making a decision for himself....

... or he pretends to like whatever Nobara recommends after a lot of 'I don't see what's wrong with hoodies!' (depending on the trajectory I guess... if this is cannon compliant it would be this option.)

Nobara huffs. "Gojo picked your uniform, that's what's wrong! We're not letting that idiot chose your style." She pauses. "Chose something for yourself for once."

Itadori, not wanting to confront this, not minding others making decisions for him, never wanting to acknowledge his own decisions... or lack of them, randomly picks a hawaiian shirt.

Nobara scoffs. "That?!"

Itadori sighs. "I thought you said I could chose?"

"That...is actual garbage. Itadori, I will not be associated with actual garbage. Have some self-respect."

(Sukuna laughs, somewhere in the recesses.)

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Megumi narrowly avoids getting a fashion show himself after buying a shoes to appease Nobara ('I'm using Gojo's credit card so we're all getting something! Even you Fushiguro!")

Itadori hides from Nobara with him. "She isn't satisfied with anything because 'I'm just going along with what she's saying'"

Fushiguro nods, looking at rabbit treats. "You did this to yourself."

Itadori wants to change the subject, almost asks Fushiguro why he comes to pet stores without buying anything....

Nobara bursts through the doors, and the store seems to darken with her entrance. Itadori yelps and tries to hide behind Fushiguro. Fusiguro is also trying to hide. A lot of hiding. None of it sucessful.

(Itadori isn't used to being on the receiving end of this. Usually him and Nobara tease Fusiguro together. He kind of hates this switch of dynamics.... He's supposed to help people. Not be helped.)

Nobara drags Itadori (and Fushiguro has to follow along because now people are staring.) back to the stores... where they bump into none other than:

"So my credit card didn't get stolen. Great news!"

(Gojo knew since the beginning and just came along now because he's having a rough - *cough* lonely and thinking about Suguru *cough* - day)

and from here......

I'd imagine that there would be another 'episode' where Gojo offers to help Nobara find the Bakery Saori liked (because he's the 'self-certified expert on sweets and sweet places').

Meanwhile Itadori and Fushiguro get to have some ~quality bonding time~ (I really really like Itadori and Fusiguro's morality dilemmas, so probably something about that... and maybe they get a bunny or smth. Just saying.)

Let me know if that's something you'd like to see and/or if you'd like me to write this in actual prose.

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hi! @mylee-sketches, @justrustandstardust, @bygeto. I'd like to know your thoughts/ideas for this rough sketch if possible, thanks <3 /not forced.

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stardustandash · 1 year

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Thinking about a Modern AU for the batch and these are my thoughts:

Hunter: Works as a park ranger. Can go on long rants about people leaving garbage on trails. Has scared several drunk/high people when he’s found them in off trail areas in the past, leading to local legends about a “half-skeleton man” roaming in the forests around the area. The batch teases him mercilessly about this.

Wrecker: works as a line cook in Cid’s pub. Man is unstoppable with new recipes and makes killer comfort food. Everyone in the kitchen loves him. No one cares about his scars and he loves it. Brings home the kitchen leftovers for the family and does hold this over them when he wants something.

Tech: a mechanic in a local garage by day, a freelance programmer by night. He’s the one who bought the Marauder (the family sprinter van) and will hide the keys out of spite. Wants to apply to a racing team but also refuses to leave his family. Is certified to fly/drive most vehicles but keeps it quiet so he can pull that out like a party trick.

Echo: wanted to be a paramedic like Rex and the rest of his 501st brothers, but being a triple amputee makes that hard. Instead he’s gone back to school to become a licensed therapist and the batch live closest to campus so he moved in with them. Volunteers at the big city hospital’s rehab centre on weekends.

Crosshair: took the longest to adjust to civilian life. Has had a string of truly awful customer service jobs but also found a passion for photography, especially wildlife. His sniper skills give him the ability to patiently wait for the perfect shot with a long lens camera (that all the batch scraped together the money for to make him happy). He’s had some success selling his photos to various magazines but refuses to make a big deal out of it. Wrecker’s hung several of his prints at Cid’s pub.

All of them volunteer with the local search and rescue. Gonky is the world’s fattest cat with the loudest purr and wonkiest meow.

#the bad batch #i'm having ideas #maybe for future fics.#omega of course would be here and still be traumatized from nala se #rip #modern au #TO BE CLEAR IF YOU LIKE THESE IDEAS AND U WANT TO USE THEM GO FOR IT #PLEASE TAKE THEM AND USE THEM #i just always see the same ideas for a modern au #and i wanted something different #tbb au

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shipskicksandgiggles · 2 years

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I wish you would write a fic where Tony and Rhodes are dating and Peter is somehow oblivious and Harley and Peter are dating and tony is oblivious. But at the same time everyone else in the tower knows about both couples including Rhodes and Harley.

stunning, I love it, I only meant to write a short blurb but alas it's like 1:30am and that did not happen so here you are

prompt: "I wish you would write a fic where..."

Read Better Realizations here on ao3

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Here’s the thing: Peter isn’t dumb.

Of course Peter isn’t dumb. He’s been Tony Stark’s personal intern since he was 15 years old. He’s at the top of his class. He’s Spider-Man for goodness sake.

Peter Parker is a certifiable genius.

That being said, his boyfriend would like to make the case that he is, in fact, very, very stupid.

Harley loved him, he really did, but there’s only so much of this he can take.

He explained as much to Rhodey, who had similar views about his own partner.

“What are we supposed to do with them?” Harley asked tiredly.

“Pray to whatever gods you believe in that one of them pulls their head out of their ass. Honestly, how do you think I got Tony to realize I was in love with him?”

“I kind of assumed violence was involved. Maybe some skywriting.”

“Smartass. I get why Tony pulled you out of Kentucky.”

“You know damn well I’m not from Kentucky.”

Rhodey waved him off. “You’re telling me this isn’t how you dealt with Peter?”

“They’re more different than you think. If anyone had to pull a head out of their ass, it was me.”

“Internalized homophobia?”

“Oh no, I thought he was dating either Ned or MJ. I was ready to accept that he was dating both of them when he asked me out.”

He snorted. “Okay, so how do you handle Peter being stupid normally?”

“Peter is only ever stupid when he’s concussed. I don’t think this is something I can pick him up and force him to go to the infirmary for.”

“Fair enough. So I guess it comes down to either telling them, or they have to realize it for themselves.” Rhodey got up to throw away his coffee cup. “Back to the Tower?”

It started as study breaks for Harley. Rhodey would come knock on his door and drag him out of his apartment for coffee, and sometimes he would act as a second set of eyes and ears when Harley was working on a particular project.

Harley graduated last year, but he still got coffee with Rhodey once a month. It was an opportunity to get his mind off work, off the team, and off adult life for an hour or so while they caught up and occasionally talked shit about their partners.

“Back to the Tower,” Harley nodded. He drained the last of his coffee and tossed it in the garbage bin as they grabbed their to-go bags off the table and walked out the door.

“You know everyone has a bet going on which one of them figures it out first?”

“Figures. Who does Nat have her money on?”

“Peter.”

“Makes sense. No offense to your husband, but he’s really bad at social cues.”

“No, I know. Peter’s good about realizing things slowly. He’ll get there. And Tony isn’t my husband.”

“Not yet. Maybe Peter will get it when you propose.”

“I say give it a week after that for him to realize it’s not an elaborate friendship thing.”

“Fair enough. How high are the stakes?”

“They add on $5 every week it goes on.”

“Shit. I kind of want in on that.”

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t get involved, but six months in I caved. We’ll talk to Bruce about getting your name added to the mix.”

“Fantastic. Same time next month?”

“Of course. JARVIS, where are Tony and Peter?”

“I would direct you both to the common floor, Colonel.”

“Thanks JARVIS,” Harley said, hitting the button for the elevator. “You know, we should try that new coffee place.”

“The one a block over?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard good things.”

“Sure. Is it one of those new age places that shames you for using regular milk?”

“Not sure, but I can always find out. It’s so hard to find places that don’t.”

“I’m glad that lactose intolerance has been normalized, but they’re ruining it for the rest of us.”

“Here, here.”

The elevator slid open to show most of the team huddled in the living area. Most of them because Tony and Peter were both in the kitchen, presumably grabbing snacks before heading back down to the lab where they had been buried themselves that morning.

Predictably, they dropped everything they were holding as soon as they saw their respective partners.

Harley braced himself before Peter managed to knock him over. His boyfriend may not be particularly large, but somehow Harley ended up flat on his ass the last time he didn’t prepare for a high velocity hug. He learned quickly that he needed to plant his feet before Peter got to him.

“Hi sweetheart, how’s your lab day going?”

“It’s good! Tony and I have been making alterations to the suit. How do you feel about lightning webs?”

“Sounds dangerous, please make sure your suit is resistant to electricity and that you won’t kill any of us by accident.”

“Maybe I’ll hold off then. Regardless, we’re getting really close to figuring out a more efficient cartridge for my web fluid. We were about to go back down and keep working on it, but you’re back and I wanted to say hi! How was coffee with Colonel Rhodes?”

“It was good, I brought you back one of those chocolate croissants you like.”

“Oh really? Thank you! I haven’t eaten since before you left, this is my first break.” He took the bag Harley handed him and immediately dug in.

It gave Harley the change to look over at Rhodey and Tony who were practically on top of each other less than ten feet away.

Rhodes had also brought home a bag for Tony, a loaf of banana bread that they all knew he wasn’t going to share with anyone.

They knew neither of them would have eaten much today, so bringing home food was a safe bet. It also meant they weren’t paying attention to anything else, and likely wouldn’t become aware of their surroundings until much later.

Peter gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re an angel.”

“You need to remember to eat, dear. I’m simply reminding you to stay alive. Now go finish gathering your snacks and get back to work. I’ll let you know when to come up for dinner.”

He smiled and gave Harley one last kiss before heading towards the kitchen to retrieve his load from before.

Next to him, Rhodey was telling Tony something similar. They were human disasters, the both of them.

Still, Peter was quicker, and walked back in just as they were pulling back from a kiss of their own.

A look of confusion crossed his face. Maybe he was closer to figuring it out than they had initially realized.

Harley really needed to get in on that bet before he realized.

Tony took some of the snacks from him, and bid them adieu before making his way to the lab with Peter in tow.

Then, Peter’s careful question of “hey, how’s Pepper?” floated down the hall, and Harley turned to Rhodes with wide eyes.

“Oh shit.”

“Bruce!” Rhodey called. “Harley’s in.”

#ellis writes #harley keener #james rhodes #peter parker #tony stark #parkner #ironhusbands #harley keener x peter parker #james rhodes x tony stark #humor #fluff and humor #established relationship

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percepeony · 1 year

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Been giving few of my ocs some attention

Also because I chose this oc of mine in my drawing class as a character design ref sheet and facial expression assignment last week

Introducing one of the fucked up ocs I have 😌

Most of my ocs are fucked up anyway lmaoo

Name: Eike (he doesn’t have a last name because he doesn’t want to)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Half human, half parasite

Nationality: Half German, half Filipino

Likes: Chaos and danger

Dislikes: Time/watches/clocks and people

Rival: Fumihiko Morikawa (his former boss, unwillingly)

Skills: Intelligence

Ability: Parasite & immortality

Weakness: Blood types A and AB

Occupation: Detective

Alignment: Chaotic neutral (tho he tends to switch sides whenever he feels like it)

MORE INFOS‼️

Eike is a two people in one body type of character (I don’t know how to call it lol)

Emir - the black haired

Elijah - the pink haired

The stitches that mended his splitted face is only down on his neck with an ‘X’ mark in which is slightly covered with his grey sweater

He’s a pretty complex character because at first you would’ve guessed he’s just a serial killer like any other villain characters but the second you’d catch on, he’ll act like an innocent prick

Overall, he likes causing chaos between two opposing sides and sometimes prefers being a spectator

Q&As (more questions can be added):

1. How do you address Eike if he’s made up of two people? Do we call him a ‘he’ or a ‘they’?

Answer: His pronouns are he/him since Elijah is mostly the one in control as Eike (he also picked up that name to hide his identity) also because Emir’s half decapitated face is unconscious in Elijah’s control so he won’t be able to control everything for the time being unless Elijah wakes him up and lets him have control but atp Emir’s looking like he’s gonna be ‘dead’ for awhile.

2. Who is the parasite and how does it work?

Answer: Elijah, to be more specific, that’s his ability. He can control someone’s body by merging his blood with someone else’s. As long as that person he’s targeting has the same blood type as him, which is O, or else he’ll be dead in an instant. Mixing his blood with a different blood type is like feeling drenched up acid to him.

3. If Eike’s occupation is being a detective, wouldn’t his co-workers be suspicious of his conditions to his face?

Answer: His face is usually covered up with his hair and he only uncovers it when he’s alone so don’t worry 👌

4. How did he managed to get a certified occupation with the way he looks??

Answer: In the beginning, they picked him up in the alleyway beside a garbage bin during an investigation. At first he was gonna be placed in an orphanage as a joke until he told them his age and “dream” which was to become a detective. They doubted him at first based from the way he presents himself until during another investigation (someone had to keep watch on him so they suggested on bringing him on work lol) and was surprised on how well-observant he was throughout. So there, he was immediately hired and he's still wearing that outfit despite being told to wear something formal.

5. How did you come up with a character like Eike?

Answer: After listing my ocs, I noticed that I never had a neutral character before so there, I started coming up with a few concepts. He was supposed to have elf ears but that small detail is scratched from my sheet because it’s useless. It took me half an hour to think about it because I wanted this character to have a chaotic appearance and personality but still complex. I decided that the mix of black and pink would suit him. I thought of black and white at first but nah, I don’t think I’ve seen any characters with the mix of black and pink that much before so I chose those color palettes.

6. If he dislikes any items involving time, why does he have a pocket watch?

Answer: He’s wearing it around his neck as a spiteful way towards Fumihiko for treating him like shit for 3 years so he stole it from him (and a very useful thing at that because the pocket watch he’s holding onto right now is someone else’s life so if he ever breaks it, that someone will die, though, he doesn’t know it yet)

7. What are the backstories of Elijah’s and Emir’s?

Answer: You’ll know it soon once I fully make an mv of it 😉

INSPIRED CHARACTERS:

B. E. N./Behavioral Event Network

Dabi

INSPIRED SONGS:

Two Face by Jake Daniels

Brain & Heart by Melanie Martinez

‼️NO REPOSTS‼️

#percepeony #percepeonyoc #percepeonyocart #perce #perceoc #perceocart #oc #oc art #oc artist #oc artwork #original character #eike #eikeoc #parasite oc #perceverse #oc art meme #behavioral event network #dabi #inspired characters

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bidonica · 2 months

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Adventures in Pizza Delivery masterpost

Where I play Death Stranding Director's Cut right after having finished the original version I had abandoned in 2019 and became obsessed with four years later. Jump to your favorite part of the map

you better not be cunty surrogate mother Norman Reedus when I come home

in which I find a Director's Cut addition

in which I get probably too excited about a single night scene and put on my shipping goggles

a fun game to play is "is this a new DC thing or did I just memory hole it"

"BEYONCE?!?" meme but it's Junji Ito

First Peter Englert email 🎉

where I look at background details and rant about my ship in the tags

where I meet my MORTAL ENEMIES. Higgs and Amelie? No, the Junk Dealer and the Chiral Artist

Some theorizing while looking at Mads Mikkelsen's face. Plus drunk Sam

Man the shooting range drills they added in the DC are so cool haha 😑

No words just vibes

Where I appreciate the garbage outside the Elder's shelter

why do they talk like exes. WH Y.

OH HEY IT'S MADS MIKKELSEN

OH NO IT'S MADS MIKKELSEN

How to make friends and influence people into playing Death Stranding

😵☺️👍❤️❓👻

Never miss a chance to obsess over Higgs' literal face journey

Surprise bitch! I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me

An actual pizza delivery post

Farewell my friend

Old man yaoi

how to avoid the inevitable (meeting Mads Mikkelsen again)

where I meet Kojima's actual bestie and get to use his Jacuzzi

where it seems easy, and then it doesn't

certified blorbo moment (boss fight)

#death stranding #death stranding director's cut #adventures in pizza delivery #masterpost

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lem-argentum · 5 months

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prom + doug, whats the nicest thing cos-lest has ever said/done for you :)?

🍂: man, can’t you ask something i don’t have to give a corny answer to… well. my memory is certified grade-a garbage, ‘n he says so many nice things every single day, so can i just say, like, everything? I DUNNO, it’s like — it all gives me that weird bubbly feeling where i feel like i’m the happiest i’ve ever been, and if i start talking about specific examples it’ll get embarrassing, SO LIKE—

📸: i’m not gonna tell you word-for-WORD what he said, but, when he confessed to me, was, um. ha. he told me some things that… i never thought anyone would think about me? ever?

and — ahh, dammit, i’m tearing up thinking about it, ha. what i’m saying is: no one tells me that stuff, y’know? and he’s… the most affectionate-with-words person i’ve ever met, so. it was a lot. in a good way, haha. 💘

#ask lem #f/o takeover #🍂 ruby rings <3 #📸 gold and bones <3 #(they will never give you clear answers. i only like characters who are not used to talking about emotions hfnknfd <33)#(thank u prince :D :D <3333)#(prom uses the 💘 heart because. sharpshooter <3.)

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thebigshotman · 5 months

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*…WELL. I SUPPOSE THAT IS ALL OF THE TIME WE HAVE TO INTERACT WITH THE PAST FOR THE TIME BEING. I AM SURE MORE OPPORTUNITIES TO DO SO WILL PRESENT THEMSELVES…HOWEVER, MY HOLD ON THE RIFF GROWS THIN.

*I TRUST ALL OF YOU HAVE SAID EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANTED TO HIM…AND SEEN HOW BETTER OFF HE WAS BACK THEN, TOO. YOUR ATTACHMENT AS AN AUDIENCE TO A BROKEN PUPPET FASCINATES ME. TRULY.

*BUT NEVER MIND THAT FOR NOW. IN THE MEANTIME, I SHALL TAKE MY LEAVE BACK TO…ELSEWHERE, SHALL WE SAY. WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOON. FAREWELL FOR NOW.

The connection to the past is severed, the image of a rattled but still somewhat confident Spamton fading from view in a glitching swirl of purple, pink, and yellow. Through it all, distorted fragments of time stick out audibly as you are gradually returned to the present.

*Thank you!! Thank you, everyone…I’m thrilled to have been rated the number one salesman this past year!! I’d like to thank…thank…

*W-What? Don’t get cocky?? Mike, I think I can afford to be a little cocky right now-

*…Huh? Arguing with someone on the p-phone? T-Trust me, you were mishearing things! Everything’s [[100% certified]]…I-I mean, fine…what the hell was that?

*…Please. I don’t know if you can [[F1]]-Help, me, but…a Lightner made you, right? I don’t know what else to do…

*You “understand what I’m going through”?! No you don’t, ‘Delia!! Your success has never been hung on teeny tiny little [[$5.99 door hinges]] that could fall apart at any moment!! …Please, leave me alone for now. I just need to call him back…

*…Huh? What’s this little thing doing in here? Looks like…some kind of jewel…

*Mike. I know you’re there. I saw something. I saw Heaven. How do I get there?! How do I get back everything and keep my-

*WHAT [[store-wide savings are happening now!]] T0 M3?!?

*H-EY HEY, SWA[[Easels]]…IT’S…ME!! YOUR [friend request-] FRIEND, SPAMTON!! LISTEN-

*SWATCH, [[don’t leave me here!]]!!! MANAGER, QUEEN, [anyone…]!!! I’m burning!! Don’t let me—

*HA…HA…HAEAHEAHEAHEHAEHAEHAE!!! 1’LL GET THERE ONE DAY!!! I’LL G3T THAT [workout ready body] AND GET TO [Heaven] 4ND THEY’LL ALL [[you’ll be sorry~]]!!! TH3Y’LL SEE I’M ST1LL A [[BIG SHOT]]!!!! JU$T U WAIT…

There’s another manic, sped up cackle, much more like the ones you’re accustomed to, before everything goes silent and dark. And then…

The roof’s finally finished loading, separating himself from that always dark sky he hates so much. Although, lately it’s seemed just a little less oppressive. All that’s left is for the rest of the store in fix itself. Considering ruined shelves are still clipping against the ground like that were just destroyed, that could take a while…

*…[Hazelnut] HASN’T [stop on by!] T0DAY…SHE 4LWAYS DOES ON HER WAY [[homes outside the city]]…

Despite that disquieting thought, Spamton G. Spamton-occasionally known as “Spaul”-doesn’t move from the spot behind his desk. He’s back to being the broken, plastic puppet that’s familiar to you, with a glitchy voice that’s unable to properly form coherent sentences. His wide smile seems a little strained, though, and his glasses have a certain glimmer to them. He’s not moving-because what would it look like if he showed up to her job unexpectedly?-but is absolutely concerned for her.

That’s when a headache inducing pulse of garbage noise, static, and memories pangs through his head suddenly, making him throttle backwards with an uncomfortable glitch and onto the floor as a result. Knocking his systems offline as they process whatever just happened for just long enough for a certain someone to speak through him.

*…Is anyone listening? If you can hear me, please, help-

The static is forcefully booted out of his systems, and he jolts upright while rubbing his head. Everything’s fine-well, relatively, anyway-but there’s something just a little different. In his head, in his memories. A certain section of the garbage and out of tune nonsense has cleared, and it’s as if a few cherry picked moments from his past, from his height as a big shot, happened only a day ago…

He weakly turns to the audience, squinted marbles appearing in his glasses as he points at them.

*…WH4T DID YOU [[chaos enjoyers]] 0F AN [studio audience] DO TH1S TIME…??

#(and that’s a formal wrap on the fame era event!! again thank you all so so much for coming along for the ride 😊)#(I enjoyed it very much and I’d definitely be up for visiting the past again someday)#(but in the meantime Spaul is back!! so definitely pester him if you want)#(he’s got…questions. for sure lol)#TUNING IN-status #MIKE-wd gaster #ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #EVENT: look into the past

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lu-sn · 1 year

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Hi lusn! 29 and 30 for that ao3 wrapped meme, please and thank you ❤️

@saffflina @fanonplussed gonna answer 29 and 30 here and then do the other two separately!

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

i'm gonna interpret this in a way that benefits me LOL and do one passage and one line.

from reignite (namphueng):

There is only one thing that matters, and that is this: everything Korn says could be a lie. It might be, it might not be. This is how it’s always been. And so, for her, everything in her small world is true and false, there and not there, real and unreal. It is paralyzing. Her paralysis keeps her safe. It is okay if she believes no truths, so long as she falls for no lies. She stands immobile, unalive and yet untouchable. And then Porsche – her son, her dear son, who looks so beautiful and healthy and trapped just like her – crashes into her world. And suddenly, something here is real, and it is him. He brings Chay, her baby, and Chay is real too. Namphueng grips onto them tightly, for they are her anchor. Her sons are the reason she is alive again, but she is the reason they have been dragged out to sea, and she wants nothing more than for them to be free. The new thing that matters is this: she needs to remember why she is here.

and from smog lights (pete, to macau):

Vegas wouldn’t have learned to love me so easily if he hadn’t spent all of his life loving you first.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

i'll just be blunt. i'm surprised as hell that i can write 😂

i've been reading fic for literal decades but did not write a single word because i didn't think i could or that it would be worth anything - until three years ago, when safff conned me into trying nanowrimo. as most nanos go, i wrote 3K in a daze and never touched it again - but i was like, hey, this isn't total garbage! if i had ideas that were any good, then maybe they'd turn out okay

and then in june i watched this stupid show which ruined my life in literally every way possible and i was going certifiably insane and all the words were festering in my head and i was like fuck. fuck! FINE i'll write them down. and now i'm twelve fics and thousands of words of meta in and i feel kind of stupid because i was the only person in my own way for years. it's ok tho. i've never been so creatively inspired in my life and that's a hell of a motivator. where's that one post that's like, the best way to become better at art is to become completely hyperfixated on a piece of media? yeah, that's me.

this reads like a humble brag. i don't know how to not make it sound like that. i just - if you're someone who's always thought about writing, just try. if you have an idea, give it a shot. i've got tons of words in docs that are never going to see the light of day because i have written plenty of words i don't like. but the ones i did like brought me a lot of joy, and apparently brought a lot of joy to yall too. i'm very grateful for that. i would like to keep writing for a long time. i enjoy writing tremendously, and i made a lot of friends along the way ❤️

#everyone thank safff for that ill fated nano 2019 because without that i really don't think i would be here #she's gonna be insufferable now i can tell #she already is she points and laughs at me every day for my debilitating kp hyperfixation #thanks yall for the asks ❤️❤️❤️ it is nice to think back #there were a lot of choices for favorite passage but the namphueng one has this aura that hits me every time #still don't know where that came from #mine: asks #ao3 wrapped

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this is a weird mix of old drama and meta, so if you want to skip the preamble, go to the text under the heading ‘love vs conquest’. the drama: ok so this speculative post about book!daenerys’ fate ended up being way more controversial than i ever expected. i was pretty blindsided by the response. the only reason i made it in the first place is because it was massive cope for the prospect that book!daenerys might end up getting killed off at the end. i got kind of cowed into believing this ending was an inevitability since i had received nothing but sneering derision from reddit bros for even suggesting daenerys might have a different course in the books and live. plus GRRM himself has said the general plot points are the same. etherealdany went on to accuse me of being a biased sansa stan, then even weirder, accused me of shipping sansa/daenerys in order to hide my bias & true “hatred” for daenerys or something. i don't even actively ship them, i just rb’d cute art of them once 🤷‍♀️

anyway, it was pretty much cope, because i thought the idea of dany dying heroically on her own terms to save the fucking world was a lot more palatable than her “going crazy” and getting murdered by her lover. don’t get me wrong, i understand how insulting that is. there’s still the problem of yet another female character dying for Man Pain(tm), the major protagonist of the series no less, but again... i was kinda just trying to come to terms with an ending i really don’t want and see if i could find anything salvageable in it. upon reflection, i shouldn’t accept something just because i became convinced it was inevitable. i still think etherealdany really overreacted and it’s wild that people defended them. imo, even if you think i had a garbage idea, you don’t have to insult my intelligence because of it or search for imaginary resentment i’m apparently harbouring over a fictional character. now, yeah, obviously asoiaf is known as a series where plenty of major characters die, none of them are safe etc. so the idea of her dying isn’t out of the question. but beyond loving daenerys as a character, my main reason for not wanting this ending for dany is fairly simple! it would be narratively unsatisfying -- and not in a good way. let me get into why. love vs conquest imo, the classic “want vs need” conflict for daenerys is her desire for the throne vs her need for love. she wants the throne because she’s been fed stories about targ supremacy/westeros by viserys, but what she really needs is what she’s been lacking her entire life precisely because of viserys’ dream: she needs to be nurtured and loved. despite what the show writers thought, dany doesn’t just want obedience. there’s a reason book!daenerys genuinely tries to make her betrothal & marriage to hizdahr work, while show!daenerys intimidates him by burning men alive in front of him, then only agrees to marry him after he's begged and pleaded on his knees for mercy. at the time, i think the show writers wanted to make this a certified Girl Boss moment because daenerys trying her hardest to be diplomatic just isn’t cool enough (lol), but they later covered their asses by pretending it was foreshadowing, actually, for her eventual ‘madness’. book!daenerys constantly laments how the people around her love her as a queen, not as daenerys. which........... come to think of it, is strikingly similar to sansa’s lamentation she may never find true love..................... they should kiss (joke). she repeatedly draws a clear distinction between the impersonal love of a ruler versus the romantic, passionate love she craves. hell, even after ser jorah forces a kiss on her, she blames herself for not wanting it and tries real hard to think of him as a potential lover. this obviously says a lot about the social dynamics of the world they live in, but i think it also speaks to her deep loneliness. ser barristan loves daenerys as a knight loves his queen, irri has sex with her because it’s what daenerys wants, and daario probably just wants her for her crown. even if his love is true, it’s telling that one of her biggest fears is that it may not be. and in my opinion drogo “loved” her mainly because she would bear the stallion that mounts the world & daenerys understandably has rose tinted glasses on when it comes to their relationship. book!daenerys’ fate: short story is: i think defeating the others will come after the destruction of king’s landing -- the destruction of which will be caused by the mad queen. except “the mad queen” isn’t daenerys, it’s cersei. joncon will also 100000% have a hand in this (and i have thoughts on how this will happen but to stop this from becoming an asoiaf-length post i’m gonna stay vague). so i believe daenerys will unintentionally destroy king’s landing, and in doing so, realise that conquest...... isn’t really... worth it. i think that dovetails pretty nicely with GRRM’s general views & his dramatically ironic twists. of course, her want vs need conflict could still align with the idea i wrote in my original post; daenerys could hear of the nissa nissa prophecy and sacrifice herself with longclaw, ignoring jon’s heartbroken protests, and turn longclaw into lightbringer. then she would die with the knowledge that someone finally truly and honestly loves her for her. tragic and sentimental af, which is in keeping with GRRM’s style.

but even if it happened in a less shitty way than the show, that doesn’t make it any less shitty. how about this instead: if daenerys finds love, realises it’s worth more to her than the throne, and is forever changed by this realisation, wouldn’t it be far more meaningful if she got to live with this drastic change? daenerys being nissa nissa’d would be akin to killing off jaime pretty soon after he had his hand cut off. like, sure, it’s not unthinkable, but wasn’t it a lot more narratively satisfying to read the way this event shook jaime to his core and transformed the trajectory of his life? or maybe a more apt comparison is sandor clegane. as far as we know, the hound is dead and his story is over. but the heavy implication george gives us is that sandor lives and finds peace in the quiet isles after the hound dies. and that’s... far more interesting to me?? the great thing is, it might not even be a stretch to say this will happen. as etherealdany helpfully pointed out, it could be argued that daenerys has already fulfilled the nissa nissa prophecy and lightbringer is drogon. this is a really cool idea and LORD i hope it happens. ultimately, i do still think her story will end in a bittersweet way with her riding off into the sunset on drogon’s back, all while being reviled as “the mad queen” by the masses. which, incidentally, would be a super interesting meta commentary on what the show writers did to her legacy & how people react to powerful women generally. but is george based enough to pull this off? who the fuck knows. i certainly hope so, but i’m not holding my breath.

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riflebrass · 11 months

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When I was a kid I thought I was so smart. Every single "as seen on tv" I immediately disregarded as a scam. It never occurred to me that some of these things might really be useful. They're all garbage trying to get your money.

Now here I am getting targeted ads for body armor. None of these ads are for plates that are actually NIJ certified.

My most common ad is for some supposed level 3 plates that are about as thick as 2-3 layers of corrugated cardboard. $99 for the pair. Yeah that gives me so much faith when NIJ certified plates are twice as thick and usually cost at LEAST $200 per plate. There's a few certified that are a little cheaper but most are more expensive.

So 12 year old RB was just ahead of his time lol.

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sylseal · 1 year

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How About a New Normal? (Superhero Fiction, 2k.)

As usual whenever you first put the collar back on, you felt an uncomfortable tingling in the back of your throat.

Granted, there were other symptoms, too; your muscles whined at you in fatigue and your whole body felt ready to curl into a ball from how soreness wracked you. But those pains were relatively expected, given the terrible transformation process your body had endured. No, it was always the tickling in the back of your throat that stood out to you; it was the kind that almost felt like something sharp getting lodged in your throat as you tried to swallow. It was one of the more unique sensations, and so it always became associated with the collar, in your mind.

Your thoughts were wandering as you were huddled atop the hood of a police car just outside the mall, red and blue revolving lights coursing around you, while a light blue blanket was enclosed over your form. The cops and other supers had shown up within minutes to assess the situation and give help to those who needed help. Somebody had given you a cup of water at some point, but you had downed that the moment it was given to you. The relief it had brought was only temporary, much to your displeasure, but it was a nice gesture.

What you appreciated more than the water was the arrest of your three bullies. Not only had one of them stolen your collar, but apparently there were a string of thefts in the area connected to a mysterious super who could instantly teleport objects that they had seen and which were within 500 feet of them. Enter, miss Jacqueline Blackwater; the actual thief of your collar, and the responsible party for the other thefts. Your collar just happened to be Jackie sticking her nose someplace she shouldn't have. The arrest (and explanation) didn't stop you from feeling like garbage, but it did give you a feeling of closure. For now, that was enough.

A dark maroon car pulled up to the scene, making you perk up, and you smiled as you saw your mother and father rush out of it, looking around, spotting you, and then starting over. A cop started to stop them--the cops had been keeping reporters and would-be righteous citizens away from you all night, until they grew bored and went someplace else-- but a quick explanation on their part, followed by an "okay" given by the officer in charge cleared that up. The moment they were let by, your parents rushed over; Ren and Margaret Kawahime were doting, loving, and supportive. Everything you could ask for in parents, truthfully, especially considering that their nineteen-year-old daughter was a certified Weapon of Mass Destruction. You stood up, and started to approach them as they approached you. The first thing your mom did after rushing up to you was pull you into a hug, of course, which made your body scream in soreness, but you didn't care. You just appreciated the affection; you hugged her back.

"Are you alright?" Mom asked, "We heard there was an explosion on the news, and then we got the call from the Commissioner," Commissioner Miller, friend of the family and one of the few people who has done his damndest to keep the government out of your business. Somehow, he hadn't been fired yet. As your mother waited for an answer, you had to take a moment. You hadn't realized up until now just how much your voice was bothering you. Still, as you cleared your throat, you managed to speak through a parched voice,

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. Just some really dumb people doing really dumb things. I'll...come back for my car in the morning. Can we head home?"

"Yeah," your mother beamed, hugging you again, as your father went to go get the car ready.

On the trip home, you rubbed your face with one hand. In the back of your mind, if you listened really closely, you could still hear Tiamat's whispers. That buildup of energy was still inside you, and though it had been cut off before it could get catastrophic, there was no doubt that it would take time to die off before it finally left you alone. That wasn't unusual, but it disturbed you deep inside.

Idly, your fingers came to rest on your collar. The uncomfortable, angular thing was necessary, but all too often it felt less like a security blanket, and more like a chafing pair of handcuffs.

You swallowed hard. You needed some water, and some time to process and consider what, if anything, came next from this, but for the moment, you could simply rest. You just closed your eyes, and were grateful that the day, at least, was over.

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Over the next few days, you made several reports to Sumacil, who were, of course, very interested in your status after everything that happened. You also got some visits from the local heroes of the area, mostly the ones who had shown up to try and help at the scene, who were very worried that someone had almost tried to set off the local Super-WMD.

Other than assuring everyone that no, you weren't going to suddenly explode and destroy the world, though, your life was relatively normal over the next couple of days. The property damage was rather minimal, and as a result, Sumacil covered it, mostly hoping you'd just keep quiet and let them also cover up the fact that it ever happened. Honestly, you were kind of glad to, if only to spare yourself the attention.

Meanwhile, College classes continued as normal, and life went on. Although, people gave you odd looks now and again. That was an understandable reaction, though; after all, you pretty much were a walking bomb with a containment device strapped to your neck. Hard not to stare, right?

Either way. It was almost a week later; classes were over for the day, and that meant you had a little time to yourself, to just sit and think. It was raining out, so you decided that, instead of going home, you'd spend some time in the school library. Your mind began to wander as you were settled in one of the plush loveseats, close to a window.

You didn't have many in the way of friends. You had a few acquaintances, people who knew you weren't so bad, and that things weren't doom and gloom around you all the time. But, for the most part, you were alone.

Which is why you were surprised when someone sat down across from you and made you jump a little. They looked big, at least six feet tall and jacked as could be. And all the way across their collarbone was a lightning tree scar, something that you couldn't help but feel bore a striking similarity the teardrop burn scar that you had on your collarbone. That alone put you on edge. The person had long, black hair with a shock of white in the middle, tied back.

They also had this big, stupid smirk on their face. Their light-grey shirt was a couple buttons loose specifically to show the scar, but otherwise, they looked totally relaxed, if a little eager. A strong jawline, steel blue eyes.

"You're Kawahime, right? The one who's been holding back Tiamat?"

You sat up straight, and you were fairly sure all the color was draining from your face. Taking a deep breath, you slowly replied,

"...Maybe I am. Who's asking?"

"Somebody," they put both hands on the coffee table between you two, and brought their hands together, "who has a patron of their own who might be interested in helping you lessen your patron's influence. Someone who could make your life a whole lot easier, if you're interested. Michaela Truemellow," they extended their hand, but you declined shaking, just on general principle. As they retracted their hand, you sat and thought about their statement for a moment.

"..." The whispers were back, and you somehow managed to shrug off listening to them, though they got louder and louder with every moment. Worth at least hearing this individual out, right? "...I'm listening," you said, cautious, but intrigued.

"What if," they leaned toward you, hands still clasped together, "I told you that my patron and I could take some of Tiamat's power away? Enough to where you wouldn't have to wear that collar? At all."

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. Common sense told you this was nonsense and that listening would only cause you more trouble, but there was a part of you, the part that took off the collar every time you went into a dressing room, that desperately needed to listen to this. "...I might be interested in that. What's the catch?"

"The catch is that instead of a collar, you have to wear a magic ring. And that I'd get a boost in power for my patron and I. But otherwise?" They grinned, and placed a ring that looked like a bird's talon down on the table. "All you have to do...is wear the ring. And you don't have to look like a caged animal."

You stared down at the ring, like gazing into the abyss. You almost reached towards it. Almost.

"I..." Common sense found your mind, someplace in there. You took a slow, deep breath, and resisted the urge to fiddle with your collar. "...Do you mind if I take the ring home with me? Have some people study it?" Your eyes flicked up to Michaela. However, just as you got your hopes up, Michaela shook their head, and frowned,

"Sorry, 'fraid I can't have that happen. This ring took a lot of work to acquire, and I can't risk someone coming along and tampering with it or what have you." You stared down at the ring again, and Michaela added, "Come on, do you want the collar off, or don't you?"

What a stupid question; of course you wanted the damn thing off. It was the super equivalent of a straitjacket, and you had to wear it at all times and all hours. Memories flashed through your head of being bullied for it, of being told you were evil, a caged monster the government had to keep locked up at all times for fear you'd get loose and kill everyone.

You wanted the damn thing off so badly. With a deep breath, you reached out...

...and stood up, smiled, and said to a confused Michaela,

"Sorry. I'm afraid not." To say Michaela was dumbstruck would be insufficient, truthfully. They were baffled.

You explained, "Someone showing up a week or so after an incident with my collar, who I know nothing about, providing me with an answer to my problems that I didn't ask for, claiming it will make everything immediately better, and then keeping the consequences vague and mysterious? On top of that, not even letting me take the thing to the proper authorities to study?" Your expression had turned into a wide grin, and you rolled your eyes. "Please; you couldn't have laid a more obvious trap if you tried. Thanks...but no thanks." You gathered up your books, and Michaela sputtered as you added, "I hope you have a good day, and...please don't do this again, you're lucky I don't report you to the authorities for doing this sort of thing."

Part of that last statement was genuine. Part of it was a warning not to come after you, made to what you suspected, somehow, was a fellow champion of another cosmic entity. You didn't have the context for who they were, and that was part of why you had said no.

So, without further ado, you took your things and headed off. Part of you wanted to run back there and grab that ring right now, but, you forced your legs to keep moving. Part of you hated that you had to leave it behind. Part of you wanted this damned collar off. But, by the same token, you were proud of yourself for resisting the temptation. It wasn't often that you had the opportunity to choose when it came to the collar. And, although you regretted not putting it on, you felt that, for now, you had made the right choice. There were just too many unknowns for you to say 'yes.'

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You were on your way out to your car, heading through the school parking lot. The sun was starting to set, and you were fumbling in your pockets for your keys, when you heard a noise. You glanced up, and saw a fist just as it barreled into your face, knocking you cold.

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