#he was mind controlled but he got in a fight with one guy over petty shit and it broke him out of being mind controlled

[ayakashibackstreet]

omg Angus birthday in less than 5 minutes.......

#he's so important to me guys #another little blorbo from my head #he bakes bread and pear pies #he almost murdered a child in cold blood #he stumbled into the royal palace on accident when he was a child #he was a member of the mafia at one point #he played Beast in a modern retelling of Beauty and the Beast where he had a motorcycle #he cannot actually ride a motorcycle #he has a college degree and speaks multiple languages #he didn't know train sets that run on electricity exist #he was mind controlled but he got in a fight with one guy over petty shit and it broke him out of being mind controlled #he has a file basically dedicated to me noting the number of times he says 'fuck' in any given arc #he's had a dog theme forced onto him and he decided to just roll with it #he fell of a tree when he was a kid and broke his nose #he joined the military for gay reasons only to just kinda fuck off #he's small but muscly and loves jazz music and calligraphy #he's so out of touch with the in universe magic system that he consistently mistakes its name despite all of his best friends using it #he gets his ribs broken and immediately proceeds to flirt with a guy he just met that day #I love him so so much #happy birthday my boy #Angus #OC tag

[akiizayoi4869]

If there's one part about Vegeta's arc that I absolutely love, it would be this:

His regression in season 8 was very well done. It wasn't shoehorned in and it made sense. I remember seeing on Reddit years ago people complaining about this specific part of his arc, saying that it made no sense for him to regress the way he did when he was redeemed at this point. But consider this. It makes perfect sense when you factor in one thing: he wasn't redeemed yet. He was still going through his redemption arc by this point.

Vegeta wasn't raised to be a family man. He was raised to be a killing machine. He was raised with the idea in mind that he would one day be the king of the Saiyan race. All of that got taken away from him. His belief that he was the strongest Saiyan alive was taken when Goku became a Super Saiyan and defeated Frieza, and again when Gohan became a Super Saiyan 2 and killed Perfect Cell. And then Goku makes the choice to stay dead instead of coming back to life via the dragon balls. So now, Vegeta's one rival, the person who he swore he would one day surpass and defeat is gone for good. So all Vegeta has left at this point is the family he created with Bulma. Something that he most likely never envisioned for himself. So he decides to live a life on earth with her and their son.

Everything seems to be going fine for Vegeta....until the World Martial Arts Tournament happens. And Goku decides to return on this one day so that he can participate. Suddenly, all of the feelings that Vegeta bottled up over the last 7 years since Goku's death comes rushing to the surface. Finally, after all this time, Vegeta could finally prove that he's better than Goku. They even get matched up to fight each other in the tournament! How lucky is that, right? And then this guy happens:

And just like that, Vegeta's chance to fight Goku is now shattered thanks to this new threat to Earth. Instead of his attention being on him, Goku has his sights set on defeating Buu before he can be revived. For the entire time Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, and the Supreme Kai are in Babidi's lair, Vegeta is angry. He's waited 7 years for the chance to fight Goku again, and now that he finally gets the chance to do so, this happens. We see Vegeta's mood get worse and worse throughout the time they fight Babidi's minions, and it's gets so bad to the point where Babidi is able to get Vegeta under his control. Now, as Vegeta pointed out later on, he actually could of fought off Babidi's mind control. But he chose not to. Why? Because he saw how powerful Babidi's minions were while they were under his control. So Vegeta figured he could use some of that power to do this:

Fight Goku without any interruptions. Which is what he wanted from the start. Even though he knew that fighting would give more energy to Buu and thus revive him, Vegeta didn't care. So long as he got to fight Goku. Keep in mind that this is the same guy who let Semi-Perfect Cell absorb Android 18, despite the fact that he knew it could end up being a bad decision. But Vegeta didn't care because he wanted a good fight.

Now there's one line that Vegeta said to Goku during this fight that always stuck with me from the moment I heard it back when I was a kid. When Goku asks him why did he do all of this, Vegeta responds with "Because I wanted him to reawaken the evil within my heart. I wanted him to return me to the way I was...BEFORE!!! I WAS THE PERFECT WARRIOR! COLD AND RUTHLESS! I LIVED BY MY STRENGTH ALONE! UNINHIBITED BY FOOLISH EMOTION!!! But slowly...over the years... I became one of you. My quest for greatness gradually giving way to this life of mediocrity. I awoke one day to find that I had settled down and formed a family. I had even grown quite fond of them. Would you believe, I almost started thinking that the Earth was a nice place to live. Do you understand now, Kakarrot? That's why I needed Babidi! To set me free! By releasing the evil within my heart! He has freed me of these petty attachments. And I have to say it feels pretty good."

That entire speech he gave to Goku summarized PERFECTLY the internal conflict that Vegeta had going on within him. On the one hand, he wants this. He wants to feel strong again. He wants to defeat Goku and prove that he's better than him once and for all. He wants the life of a warrior back, because for so long that's all he knew. But on the other hand, he knows that the way he's going about it is wrong. Like he just admitted to Goku, there's a small part of him that loves the life he made for himself, and that he loves his family, too. Which is why Goku then says to him "Do you really believe what you're saying?". Now, Vegeta doesn't respond to this, but he doesn't have to. His silence is his answer. After that, the long awaited fight between these two begins. And after a while, Vegeta does come to the realization that he fucked up big time, and that he needs to do something to make up for it. Which is why he does this:

He knocks Goku out while his back is turned. Why? Because he wants to fight Majin Buu alone. Because if it hadn't been for Vegeta's desire to fight Goku, Majin Buu probably wouldn't have gotten the energy he needed to be revived. So Vegeta decides to take full responsibility for everything and take on Buu himself. To me, this is when his redemption arc comes full circle, because of his sacrifice. He knows that he can't beat Majin Buu through normal means, so what does he do? Blow himself up in an explosion that he's certain will destroy Buu along with him.

Vegeta even says in his mind that he's doing this for Bulma, Trunks, and even Goku. Something that I'm pretty sure a lot of us never thought we would ever hear him say. That he's doing something for other people. That he's not doing this for himself. I'm pretty sure that he saw this as his way to atone (hence why this move is called "final atonement" in the video games) but the fact remains that he did it anyway. Sure, we see Vegeta get angry when Perfect Cell killed Future Trunks, but still. That moment can't compare to this one. All in all, Majin Vegeta is the best part of Vegeta's redemption arc and the way how it's written really did an excellent job in wrapping it up.

#DBZ #Majin Vegeta #Vegeta #Majin Buu #Goku

[suuuupernovaaa]

Green | Hobie Brown x f!Spider!Reader

"And you are... green, everywhere?" "I am. Are you pierced everywhere?"

Based on this request.

My chest is heaving as the dust settles. Whatever they've got going on in this dimension, it's bigger than anything I've ever dealt with in mine. I handle mostly... petty crime, the occasional super boss, sometimes even a bad guy with powers but, none of them have really proven a match for me.

It helps that I can read their minds, but still, my dimension is pretty relaxed, as far as dimensions go. I've got it easier than other spider-people.

Feeling a little cramped up in my suit, I pull my mask off and take in a breath of clean, crisp air. No matter what I do, I can't make the mask breathable enough. If I'm fighting, I can put off thinking about it for long enough, but I'm always ready to get the mask off the moment the fighting is done.

"Whoa," someone says just behind me, the word quiet and heavy, let out on a puff of air.

I turn to see Gwen standing by one of her other Spider-friends, the one with the guitar and the studded vest. Please, take off your mask, I think. Are you as handsome as I'm thinking?

Gwen pulls hers off first, grinning at me with her gap-toothed smile. "Y/N!" she shouts, running over and wrapping me into a hug. "Thank you! Ohmigod, we could not have done that without you."

Leather-vest spider-man pulls his mask off next, and I have never been less disappointed in my life. Piercing brown eyes, full pierced lips, high sharp cheekbones, and a gorgeous head of voluminous hair shooting in every direction.

"Wow," I whisper, looking past Gwen, who giggles a little bit. I focus back on her, a little embarrassed. "Happy to help!"

She reaches up, taking a strand of braided hair between her fingers. "I like this! And seriously, thank you. It always gives us an edge when you help."

I wave my hand in the air and shrug. "It's usually such an annoying, uh, talent. I'm glad it helped."

"You read minds, right?" leather-vest spider-man says, coming up behind Gwen.

"Y/N, this is Hobie. Hobie, this is Y/N. And that's Miles over there, and Pavitr." Gwen does a round of introductions, and I wonder how many names I will remember. Miles and Pavitr are cute, to be sure, but Hobie...

"I do, but it doesn't work on Spider-People. That used to really piss Miguel off," I reply with a chuckle. "Probably why he didn't mind when I left his band."

Hobie raises an eyebrow. "Did you now?"

"Yeah. I didn't like being told what to do. I like my simple little universe."

He reaches out, grabbing my arm and turning it over, examining the suit. "And you are... green, everywhere?"

"I am. Are you pierced everywhere?"

"Jesus," Gwen hisses under her breath, and turns to join Miles and the other guy, who's name I have already forgotten.

"That came out much more suggestive than I meant it to. But yes, I am green all over and I read minds. But that's kind of it. It's the usual Spider stuff besides that. And you - someone said Spider-Punk?"

He shrugs, hands in the vest he wears over his spider suit. "Yeah. I didn't choose it. Kind of stuck."

"I like it. Mine is just Spider-Woman. Very basic."

"Yeah, but you can fuckin' read minds," Hobie replies, leaning forward, a very serious look on his face. "What's the best thing you've ever heard?"

I stop, pursing my lips as I think back over the hundreds of thousands of thoughts I've unwittingly heard. Before I could control my powers, it was loud all the time, like the volume was dialed all the way up on the entire world, and I could hardly filter of focus on one single thought.

"Honestly, usually the people I'm fighting, hearing their thoughts makes it hard. They usually aren't psychopaths or totally unfeeling. They have, y'know, internal conflict, the same as anyone else. Sometimes they've seen some really awful stuff, or something just, unimaginable has happened to them. And I feel kind of bad, kicking their ass, right? It gives me an advantage but... it makes it hard, to just see them as the enemy."

Hobie's face softens and he leans back, as if he is very carefully considering what I've just said.

"Shit. You're very interesting. I'm glad you can't read my thoughts."

I throw my head back laughing. "Me too. Maybe."

"Can I take you out, sometime? A show or, dinner, whatever?" he asks, and my laughter is stopped in its tracks.

A date?

We just met.

We're from different universes. He's not green. They'll notice him, if he comes to mine... they'll notice me, if I go to his. It wouldn't be sustainable.

But maybe it would be fun?

He bites his lip, rocking back and forth on the heels of his shoes as he waits for an answer.

It's not a very good idea. It probably couldn't go further than one date. It's not like either of us can leave our dimensions. They need us.

God, he's tall. He's lean but his muscles are firm, and his jawline makes me feel absolutely feral.

It's good he can't read my thoughts, either.

"I'm free tomorrow night. Gwen can tell you how to get ahold of me."

He smiles, a wide smile, nearly stretching ear to ear, and my heart speeds up in my chest.

"Brilliant," he says.

I know I'm making a mistake - but it won't be the first time, or the last.

#hobie brown #Hobie brown x reader #Hobie brown x you #Hobie brown fic

[floralcavern]

Lemme talk about Darkstalker because the fandom seriously misinterprets his character arc and it bugs me

The fandom is all like “Darkstalker is just an asshole. He’s not some tragic villain.” But.. he is????

Like, I’m not defending his actions. Man was a TERRIBLE person, but people, let’s talk about how he was before Queen Diamond.

Darkstalker was a good kid. He defended his sister and was patient with Clearsight and gave her time to come and meet him when she was ready and he only used his magic occasionally and never for truly selfish reasons (a lot of his early spells were for Whiteout!). He always rushed to his sister’s side when he saw his parents fighting.

Darkstalker LOVED his family (not Arctic tho bc he was an abusive dad). He LOVED Clearsight. He LOVED Fathom. “But when he was born, he was selfish and kept his powers to himself!”

BESTIES. HE WAS LITERALLY A MINUTE OLD. And he said later on that he regretted not helping Whiteout, but he still loves her for the way she is, all the weird quirks as well.

His relationship with Clearsight was healthy. He made the scroll to ease her mind. He often tried to help her unwind from work. They joked, they played, and she always teased him and he took it with a big smile.

The first ever sign of Darkstalker’s descent was when Indigo attacked him. He had NEVER been in a vulnerable situation like that. And Darkstalker was just a kid. That scared the shit out of him, but his ego is too big for him to truly admit that. So he makes his scales invulnerable so he never has to feel that fear again. Remember. He was a fucking kid. And him wanting to be king at the beginning wasn’t originally formed out of just lust for power. It was him genuinely wanting to his his powers for good. It was only later down the line when it developed into a want for power. But him being attacked by Indigo probably caused that desire for power, that need for CONTROL. Because when she attacked him, he wasn’t in control, which caused him to make his scales invulnerable.

The thing that really pushed him over the edge, though, was when Diamond took his mom. His whole world shattered. He had no reason to keep tolerating Arctic, but he still had to keep him around because Clearsight told him not to hurt Arctic. So he’s still forced to stay with his abusive dad, despite that fact that he was part of the reason that Foeslayer left. He HATED the Icewings. And I’m his situation, who can blame him??? His dad is abusive, the Icewings are killing the Nightwings because they’re bitter, and now Diamond took his mom. This is THE stepping stone for a villain origin story. And, again, he still did love Clearsight. But over time, it got more twisted. No longer having his mother for a good role model and now he’s too bitter toward the Icewings, he started to become his dad. A cold, angry guy who feels his violence is justified. The spell on Clearsight’s earring was horrible. One of the worst things he did. He manipulated her own powers because he found them to be ‘annoying’. Which is a TOTAL flip from how he used to think of her powers. He thought her abilities were fascinating and wonderful and he loved seeing how her mind worked. He LOVED the way her powers worked. But now he’s hellbent on avenging his mother, and Clearsight is trying to stop him. I think in a way, this shows he prioritizes not only his own vengeance, but also his mother over Clearsight. Remember, the whole entire start of Darkstalker’s path toward villainy was losing his mother. His path wasn’t started out of pettiness or just him being an asshole. It was having one of the people he cared about most being ripped away from him. But losing one person caused him to push everyone else he loved away. Him losing his mom caused him to lose EVERYONE and turned him into his dad.

Now, one thing that does bother me, and shows that Darkstalker does have a bit of an ego, is his lack of sympathy toward Fathom. This is something the fandom doesn’t talk about much. He thinks Fathom’s trauma is just Fathom overreacting and being dramatic. This is.. rather fucked up and I really cannot defend Darkstalker for this, especially since this was before his descent into madness/villainy.

But let’s talk about his relationship with Whiteout. He’s been treating his best friend and girlfriend rather terribly as he was going down his path of vengeance. But with Whiteout, he was still just as veraciously protective of her as he was before. Whiteout was the only person in the whole world he thought was wholly good. He knew that even Clearsight had flaws, he never truly believed her to be perfect, even before he started to get bitter. But with Whiteout, he truly believed she was one of the only truly good dragons EVER. So seeing his dad control her is what truly broke a piece of him and caused him to truly go off the rails. Seeing that someone can just take advantage of his sister like that caused him to lose all faith in his dad and the Icewings and in the end, losing faith and any sense of sympathy for them is what caused him to do all the shit he did. All of this, all of his anger and evilness stems from the Icewings fucking with this family and with the Nightwings.

The Icewings started his descent into villainy, but Darkstalker was the one who let them get to his head.

#Darkstalker #WoF #wings of Fire #Clearsight #Clearsight WoF #Whiteout WoF #Queen Diamond #Arctic WoF #Foeslayer #Foeslayer WoF #fathom WoF #Character analyses #character analysis

[mysterious-ocarina]

Let It Out

Scott Summers x reader

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“God, what the hell is wrong with you?” you yelled. You just came back from a mission with the X-Men. The mission was successful but that didn’t stop you and Scott from arguing about anything the other one did. “Was it really necessary to cover me in dirt and dust?”

“Well maybe if you were paying attention, that wouldn’t have happened,” Scott egotistically replied.

During the mission, a piece of rubble was about to fall on you, but Scott used his lasers to break it and stop it from hitting you, incinerating the rubble on top of your head. This resulted in you getting covered in the dirty debris.

Admittedly, this argument was petty and stupid. He saved you, you know it, but you were never one to miss the chance to argue.

“I was paying attention,” you indignantly argued.

Scott rolled his eyes, “Sure you did. It’s okay, I don’t mind saving a damsel in distress.”

Angered, you got into Scott’s face, “Let’s go outside and we’ll see who’s a damsel.”

“That’s enough, you two. I will not have a fist fight among my students,” the Professor got between you. “Maybe you guys should put whatever it is you two have going behind you and get along.”

“It’s impossible to get along with an egotistical jerk who thinks he’s better than you,” you huffed. “Seriously, you don’t have to tell me everytime I do something wrong. I already agonize over it enough myself.”

You walked off, done with the conversation. Anytime you did anything wrong on missions, Scott was always the first to criticize you on it. It probably wouldn’t have bothered you so much if you weren’t already insecure about your place in the X-Men. You were the newest member of the team and you had less experience than everyone else did with your mutation.

About a year ago, you were walking home from a friend's house. A couple of guys from your school had cornered you. Before they could do whatever they had planned for you, you had pushed them away with your hands and accidentally launched them into the building behind them. 

Your mutation allows you to manipulate vibrations. The Professor found you after your family had disowned you and brought you to the mansion. Since, he’s helped you control your mutation and helped you become stronger.

“You know, she’s never going to be your friend if you do that all the time,” Jean softly offered advice.

“I don’t want to be her friend,” Scott snapped at her.

“Right because you want to be more,” Peter smirked.

“I don’t want to be her anything. Same as you guys, I just don’t want her to get hurt,” Scott sighed, annoyed.

“You’re cute, when you’re in denial. I’m a mind reader, you can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me,” Jean pat his shoulder before leaving too.

Everyone except for you seemed to be privy to the way he felt about you, much to Scott’s chagrin. Eventually he made his way to his room to sulk for the rest of the night.

You on the other hand, made your way to the Danger Room to get some training in. The only way for your brain to shut up about all your insecurities was to train them away. After a few hours of training alone you felt better. All of your frustrations toward Scott washed away.

You were still in your training outfit, but didn’t care as you made your way to the kitchen for a snack before you showered. The sports bra and shorts you were wearing were more revealing than you would have liked to be seen in so you wanted to get your food and leave as quickly as possible.

You grabbed a packet of popcorn off the shelf and put it in the microwave. You turned around and was surprised to see Scott walking into the kitchen too. He was looking down so he most likely didn’t notice you.

“Ahem,” you cleared your throat, so Scott would look at you. “You almost bumped into me.”

“Shit, you scared the fuck out of me,” he jumped. He stared at you and you wished more than anything that you could see his eyes to know what he was staring at. You crossed your arms over yourself feeling insecure under his scrutinizing gaze.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, to break the silence.

Scott seemed to snap out of his thoughts and smirked at you, “Taking in the view.”

The microwave beeped behind you, thankfully. You turned around to get your popcorn and to hide the blush on your face. Scott Summers did not just make you blush.

“Pervert,” you muttered. You poured your popcorn into a bowl before turning around again. Scott was staring at the floor now, seemingly deep in thought. Of what, you did not care.

You tried to walk away but Scott grabbed your arm, preventing your escape.

“What the hell do you want, Summers?” you asked aggressively. Scott has never touched you before outside of training or mission, so you were wary of him now.

Frustrated, Scott ran his hand through his hair. You tried not to let your eyes linger on the motion.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch? I was g-going to,” Scott stuttered before he snapped his mouth shut.

Scott wanted to apologize to you. He realized that you might think his criticism was always said to put you down. That you might not know that he doesn’t want to see you get hurt and that he wouldn’t be able to handle the day you stop arguing with him.

“Going to, what?” you asked.

“Doesn’t matter. Nevermind.” Scott sighed, letting you go.

He’s acting weird, weirder than usual with you, and you didn’t know what to do. Concerned, you placed your hand on Scott’s arm, asking, “Are you alright?”

Scott harshly shook your arm off, tersely replying “I’m fine.”

“Well sorry for asking then,” you replied, a little offended. This whole conversation was confusing you, making you feel like you’re suffocating.

You flee from the kitchen, going back to your room for the night. Scott remains in the kitchen, cursing himself for his lack of social prowess and expressing his feelings.

For the next few days, Scott avoids you like the plague. When you join everyone on the couches, he’s the first to get up and leave. He sits as far away from you as he can during dinner. He’s even stopped criticizing you during training.

It was an odd feeling. The lack of Scott’s annoying voice should have offered you peace. It should have made you feel better that someone wasn’t analyzing your fighting technique, waiting to tell you everything wrong with it. The entire week, you waited for Scott to pay attention to anything you did, but his attention never came. It made you feel unsettled.

There was a knock at your door, Jean yelling, “Mission in 20.”

You put on your mission clothes and made your way to the jet. Taking your seat and buckling your seatbelt, you waited for the debriefing.

“It’s a fire and rescue. 12 story office building. . .” the professor rattled on. It was a simple mission. People trapped in a building that the X-Men were supposed to help rescue.

You were finishing your search of one of the floors of the building, when you heard Jean’s voice in your head, “Building is clear of civilians, everyone get out as fast as you can.”

You would have listened to her if you could, but there was concrete blocking your only exit. You tried to use your mutation to break it but you were weak and tired. The ash burned as it coated your throat and lungs, making you cough wildly.

You could feel the panic seep its way into your brain but you tried to keep a level head. Logically, at least one person from your team had to notice you didn’t make it out. You tried and failed one last time to push away the concrete blocking your way.

“Professor! Jean!” you screamed as loud as you could, hoping someone heard you, telepathically or not.

With your lungs gasping for clean air, you sunk to the floor. Before you, there was a flash of red before Scott’s face showed up in your vision.

“Y/N,” he screamed for you, the sound ripped from his throat. He looked uninjured which brought you a bit of comfort as he made his way over to you.

Before either of you could do anything, a support beam collapsed between the two of you, separating you.

You felt like you were suffocating, not enough clean air making its way to your brain. Your whole body was vibrating, “Scott, I don’t feel right.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m going to get you out of here,” he replied, panting.

Neither of you commented that this was the first time you ever called him Scott instead of Summers and the first time he gave you such an endearing nickname.

You felt like you may explode so you did the only thing you could think to do. Scream.

“Scott!” you screamed. You let your voice out, probably damaging your vocal cords with how visceral and loud you were screaming. Next thing you know, everything goes black.

Scott’s face was dirty, filled with scratches and scrapes. But he didn’t care to wash up or do anything until he knew you were okay. He explained to the professor what happened and thanked Jean for saving the both of them.

Sitting on the floor outside the clinic, this past week washed over Scott. How fucking stupid he was to ignore you all week. He wished more than anything that he just told you how he felt in the kitchen and wished he wasn’t so hard on you all the time.

The door next to him opened and closed, making Scott stand up. Hank stood in front of him, “She’s awake and okay. A little bruised and weak but that’s it. You can see her.”

“Thanks,” Scott muttered walking into the room.

You sat in a hospital bed, wincing anytime you moved. Hank filled you in on what happened. Scott had helped Jean find you and get you out of the building. It turns out your voice was a secret weapon you didn’t know you had. Manipulating vibrations with your hands was one thing, but your voice was an entirely other thing.

The door opened, stirring you from your deprecating thoughts, Scott standing in the doorway. His face is covered in scratches that he didn’t have the last time you saw him. Your bad thoughts come back in an instant, bringing silent tears to your eyes.

Scott sits on the edge of the bed next to you. Shyly he gives you a small, “Hi.”

“Did I do that?” you ask, your voice scratchy from overuse.  You bring your hands to his face but he softly takes your hand in his bringing it to his chest.

“It’s okay,” he replies instead of answering you.

Your chin wobbles as the tears in your eyes start to fall. You wipe them away with your free hand, before staring at the wall behind Scott, “Why are you here?”

“I had to make sure you were okay,” Scott replies.

“Why would you care if I’m okay? You’re probably here to tell me how stupid I am for getting trapped. Or yell at me for accidentally hurting you. You never fail to tell me what I do wrong every mission,” you let your thoughts slip past your mouth.

There was a small voice in your head that wanted Scott to be telling the truth, that he cared for you. But there was another insecure voice, asking you why would he care about you?

“God, I’m so stupid. Let me explain,” Scott begged. He continued after your silence. “I never wanted you to feel weak. The only reason I harp on you so much during training and missions is because I never want to see you get hurt. I know you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, especially in a fight, but you mean so much to me that I always want to know if you’re safe.”

“But you’re always arguing with me,” you whispered. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Well, you are pretty hot when you get all angry at me,” Scott smirked.

You giggled and went to softly slap Scott but he caught your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

“If you let me, I promise I will make up every single comment and argument. I’ll even let you practice your new-found powers on me,” Scott smiled at you.

His face was pleading for you to agree and how could you tell him no.

“I’ll forgive you. On one condition,” you teased. He excitedly nodded his head. “You have to say, ‘Y/n is the best X-Women to ever exist and could beat my ass if they wanted to.’”

Right away, Scott recited, “Y/n is the best X-Women to ever exist and could beat my ass if they wanted to. They also really really want to kiss Scott Summers because he is very handsome.”

You laughed again, “Who said you were handsome?” But who are you kidding, he was to die for.

“So you’re not denying that you want to kiss me,” he smirked again. God, this man was going to drive you crazy.

Instead of answering, you placed a sweet kiss on his lips. Before it could get too heated, you pulled away to speak. “You are very handsome, Scott Summers.”

He did a little triumphant fist bump in the air, smiling at you. And for a moment, you weren’t worried about the X-Men, or your new powers, or anything outside of you and Scott. You felt at peace.

#the x men #fluff #x men imagine #scott summers #scott summers x reader #one shot #female reader #fanfiction

[1moreff-creator]

Happy Birthday Ace Markey!

And happy Halloween! Seems like the character most afraid of everything that moves got the spooky holiday as a birthday! What a silly guy.

Anyways, even though my DRDT’s a bit rusty, I’ll still give a half-baked analysis, fun facts and songs!

(Do keep in mind character analysis is subjective, though!)

-Ace is very unhappy with his life. That much is obvious, as he’s deeply afraid of horses, yet he’s still forced to become the Ultimate Jockey for reasons not yet completely clear.

-He’s claimed his fear diminishes when the time comes for a race, because the thought of losing is scarier than horses to him. That still means he doesn’t practice horse-riding at all, though.

-The constant stress he’s under has even caused his hair to start greying (stated in a QnA), although he dyes it maroon.

-This same stress is likely the reason he always seems to be in fight-or-flight mode. He keeps pretending like he wants to fight people, trying to intimidate them in some way to make himself appear tougher than he is, but always cowers when someone actually tries to take him up on the offer.

-This only gets worse after Levi, the only person Ace had begun to really trust in the killing game, threatens to kill him in the first trial. Ace makes the decision not to trust anyone in the game from that point, which causes him to become even more hostile to compensate for and hide his growing distress.

-Specifically, he begins severely bullying Nico, probably in part because he got Nico's secret and thought he could use that to have power over them. See, if there's one thing Ace really wants, it's control over his situation, seeing as most of his life he's been doing things he doesn't actually want to do. He sees bullying Nico and pushing everyone away as a way of achieving this.

-This ends up exploding when Nico tries to kill him in the gym. Because regardless of what exactly you believe happened there, Nico did admit to trying to take Ace's life. However, Ace's reaction is very different from what we would have expected from him in chapter 1. While before he would have been terrified of Nico and stayed away from them, like he originally did with Xander, now he went out of his way to try and attack Nico even while bleeding pretty profusely. Presumably he's still scared as all hell, but the idea is that by this point he doesn't want his fear to control his actions. He pushes through the fear, like he does while racing, to do what he actually wants to do.

-This is also presumably also why he keeps insulting Nico the day after, and why he returns to the gym (depending on the theory) the night after. He's done being controlled by fear, so he covers it up with as much aggression and petty defiance as he can.

CW Eating disorders

-His motive secret is "Your body is falling apart, but you still refuse to eat." As Veronika mentions, this is possibly because there are strict weight requirements for jockeys. It's also possible this is why his profile states he likes mint, since that can disguise the smell caused by the vomiting associated with certain eating disorders, such as bulimia.

CW Over

-I've implied it before, but his birthday possibly lands on Halloween because fear is a major part of his character.

-The roman numeral associated with him in the LGI MV is V (5), with the phrase "right now, why do you go insane?"

Presumably because he can act kinda crazy at times.

There are also two pieces of bg text.

A cat has 9 additional lives

Presumably because he almost died in the gym, so he has "multiple lives."

I am but mad north-northwest. When the wind is  southerly, I know a hawk from a hand saw.

This is a quote from Hamlet (big surprise, I know), where Hamlet claims he's only "mad north-northwest", or rather, only mad on ocassion. Hamlet claims to still have control of his faculties, being able to tell apart a hawk from a hand saw (another bird), a friend from an enemy. For Ace, that means that while he appears crazy at times, he still considers himself in control of hs faculties, still able to see that everyone around him is an enemy (<- he's wrong but he considers himself right).

For some more fun facts:

-The scar on his face comes from jockeying.

-Canonically gay. Unsurprisingly /j

-He likes mint, which is presumably why he smells of menthol... as well as sweat.

-He likes healthy food, and he likes wearing sporty clothes.

-His favorite colors are dark blue and purple, but he refuses to say why. His least favorite color is titian, which is the color of his hair, because he doesn't like himself.

-When asked for his favorite ice cream flavor, he says it's frozen bananas. Not ice cream, actual frozen bananas.

-Like most of the cast, he's right-handed and American.

-He has nine siblings and once had a friend named Taylor.

-He wears heels, as he wishes he was taller most of the time. However, when it comes to jockeying, he'd actually rather be shorter. My guy can't win.

Finally songs that remind me of him:

+Appetite of a People-Pleaser by Ghost & Pals (CW for eating disorders. This song almost feels like it was written for him actually)

+Yesman by NILFRUITS (I think this is his character playlist song, but who knows)

+Reform by QueenPB

+Copycat by CircusP

+God-ish by PinnochioP

+Exorcism by CreepP (CW Abuse, this works with Ace when abstracted a bit)

+Lost One's Weeping by Neru.

+The Things I Deserve by Ghost & Pals (CW suicide)

+Self-Proclaimed Angel by VocaloKAT (this one's on vibes alone)

And Happy Birthday! Happy Halloween also! Take care!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #ace markey #drdt spoilers #character birthday #i hope this isn't too bad. been a while since i made one of these

[asavt]

I DO GENUINLY WANNA ASK ABOUT YOUR KIRBY HEADCANNONS!!! the idea that the mirror reflects what the looker wants to be is something ive never thought of before, o please please please just rant about your headcannons I beg of you/nf /lh

MUAHAHAHAHHA YOU HAVE FALLEN INTO MY TRAP. I WILL NOT SHUT UP NOW!!!!

Ever since the inclusion of Dark Meta Knight in KSA I've been... microwaving him in my head, marinating him in the juices of teories and ideas and headcanons, gripping him in my little corner even when I haven't been doing any art of Kirby...

He is a very simple character, he is often presented as an edgy(-er) version of Meta Knight, his freaking mask is made to look as if he is always frowning (it's funny). He is characterized as a bit petty in some manga (as far as I've seen), kind of a trouble maker.

I hyperfixtated on him for a long time, which eventually led me to search about all the info I could get on the Mirror World, the Amazing Mirror and, of course, the characters affected by this artifact.

Sectonia's case was the one that made me come up with the headcanon. It evolved from the fact that it was the mirror's influence that made her want to become what she ended up turning into. (It also led me to another headcanon about how our Taranza's Sectonia might not actually be dead but that one is long gone lmao).

I don't believe the mirror had the power to create dark ""evil"" versions of whoever looked into it originally. Perhaps it was an artifact made to show how far an individual could go, an artifact that was also a direct, faster gateway to the Mirror World, one that got corrupted by Dark Mind.

I like to believe that Dark Mind corrupted the Mirror itself and that that corruption was never truly "cleaned". It made sense to me then, you know? Having a kind of stronger version of Meta Knight (someone that, as far as I am aware, is constantly looking into improving and getting stronger), the Queen being corrupted (the apparent desire to look 'beautifull', the fact that, if the Amazing Mirror was never cleaned from the corruption, it could lead to the results given in Triple Deluxe).

With Kirby I can excuse it with Kirby's supposed "pure soul", apparently being the reflection of a little being that can fight gods and win even if he is just using a goddam truck to isekai them back nullifies the effects of the corruption. I also could say that Shadow Kirby's intentions could reflect what Kirby wanted during The Amazing Mirror (wanting to protect his home).

As for Dedede... it's a bit more tricky. What I could get is that the king, like Meta Knight, wishes to become stronger than he is, so there's that, maybe, I'm unsure. I need to do more research for this.

(I am not considering Dark Taranza in this because I think of him as exclusive to Kirby Clash Deluxe and it's universe).

Now. To get into more detail about our beloved dark knight.

Yobanashi Deceive starts to play in the background

Where's that music coming from--?

As I said before, he is a very simple character. Not a lot is really going on there so that pretty much just encouraged me to just make something for the guy (It might be just that I like the black/white/red tho).

The way I came up with the current humanizated design was by taking in count this headcanon about the Mirror. He is not only supposed to be a corrupted version of Meta Knight's views of how he wishes to become stronger, but also a desire to look into his past. Kind of like the longing for simple times but also refusing to go back there, there's no way to go back, there are only memories but unfortunely for him a very annoying Dark Knight is there to constantly remind him.

I wanted to specially get this across by giving Dark Meta the loose hair, opossed to Meta Knight's tied up hair. I have it in my mind that, if I were to draw the younger Meta and talk about his past headcanons, I would draw him with long, loose hair.

With all of this and Dark Mind's corruption and control over the mirror in mind, and the possibility of this eyeball being dark matter as well, the idea that Dark Meta didn't have much control over his own thoughts came. He was pretty much being mind controled into doing Dark Mind's will and didn't know but much about not being rude, or angry, or attacking on sight after Dark Mind was gone (even if sometimes he'd get those flashes of memories that are not his, where he sees through his eyes what kindness is like). He plays the role of a edgy guy to keep an image up, after all he, unfortunaly, has some of Meta's own traits and concerns about public image.

This thing about the mind control too.. it's what lead me into my own vision of how the fight against Meta went in KSA:

Dark Mind's corruption never truly went away, but he manages better nowadays.

#ask #asa answers #Headcanon time baby! #Dark Meta Knight #kirby #long!!!!! #it's all I'll talk about for now #if you want me to go further into anything you can ask (^-^) #also that song is one that has inspired me always when it comes to this guy #I love him

[nyaagolor]

Ok time for a spicy one. Meta knight / Susie for the bingo

So I may or may not have lost the bingo template, but I promised I would answer all the asks so instead you just get the big ramble about the duos instead of that + the bingo board. Hopefully that's good enough? Either way it's all below the cut because wow this got LONG

To get some context out of the way I wanna clarify that I personally see Kirby “ages” as brackets moreso than concrete numbers— alien biology so some species live longer or mentally age nonlinearly and also there’s time travel and whatever. Very hand-wavey. That being said, Susie imo is young adult, 20s or early 30s, while Meta Knight is older adult, 50s-60s. In essence, Meta Knight is the same age as her dad (that’s important for later)

From her end, her attachment and obsession with him is just. Daddy Issues extraordinaire. He’s a proxy that she’s projecting her own mess onto. He’s deindividualized (metaphorically and literally) because to her his mere archetypical existence is more important than anything about his actual personhood. What’s important here is the IDEA of Meta Knight, and what he represents to her as a well respected older man, especially one that a child (Kirby) cares deeply about. She’s frustrated and feeling helpless and Meta Knight just so happens to be the perfect geriatric punching bag. He’s her emotional baggage claim.

To me it’s all about power dynamics— she tries to get power over him because he symbolizes, to her, everything she doesn’t have any control over in her own life, and triumph over one shows triumph over the other: Award for the galaxy’s worst coping mechanism.

Meta Knight time. Slight tangent here to mention that personally I think mechanization was just kinda slapping robot armor and mind control helmets on stuff and didn’t involve any violence or surgery because this a video game series for children and I don’t feel comfortable casually talking about non-consensual medical procedures in this kinda context. Anyway. Meta Knight wasn’t hurt or irreparably traumatized by the whole ordeal, but he did experience his absolute worst nightmare: he was humiliated. To lose a fight so quickly, to be controlled, and to not be strong enough to save himself or Kirby? That embarrasses him so deeply it’s almost unbearable, and it’s a feeling he’s not really equipped to properly deal with.

I think Meta Knight’s whole opinion about her as a person is kinda tainted by that. To admit that she makes him uncomfortable or that he hates her for humiliating him is, in a way, a direct acknowledgement of the fact that he lost. To make explicit his thoughts about her is to legitimize the power she has and continues to have over him, physically or mentally. Meta Knight is not the kind of guy to be “vulnerable” and hasn’t felt the full force of a human emotion since ‘86, so to stand around and admit that not only was he emotionally hurt and embarrassed, but to feel that way because of a cute girl half his age who loves ice cream and karaoke and can’t even fight without technology is so insulting to his ego that it’s inconceivable. Meta Knight could easily get over it, but to do that he has to acknowledge the depth of how she made him feel and he isn’t willing to do that on his own, so instead it just sits there and simmers. The two of them are imo quite alike in their inability to acknowledge or process literally any emotion they don’t like (which is almost all of them) and also they’re so, so, so incredibly petty oh my god.

Now back to Susie. In the robobot novel there’s this little detail where after she takes the walk of shame to castle ddd after the defeat of star dream, she runs into meta knight and immediately straightens up, getting flustered and very obviously caring what he thinks about her despite pretending she’s self-assured and egotistical not two minutes before. Personally I cherry-picked this little scene from the novel as basically being how I see them post-Robobot. She lost her chance with her dad, and now there’s this unspoken question and crushing grief dangling over her head that she cannot and will not deal with, so the unresolved need for patriarch approval just kinda sliiiiiiiides onto Meta Knight. She doesn’t seem him as a fatherly figure in any way, but she’s conflating his existence as an older well respected man as being close enough. She desperately craves his approval but is also trying to prove she doesn’t need it. He’s openly hostile but trying to play it cool because he’s still in denial about the situation affecting him in any way.

And the real kicker, the real thing that makes this so juicy to me, is that they’ve never actually had a real proper conversation. Each one is plastering the other’s face onto what basically boils down to their own emotional issues. Despite occupying each other’s thoughts (which they both hate) they don’t really know each other at all. They have the built up versions of each other bouncing around in their heads but if pressed could not say much of anything substantial about the other. They think they know each other— but do they?? (No, the answer is not even a little). I think once they get over their (gestures vaguely) Everything they can start to build a friendship / aquaintanceship / whatever on more amicable or at least less hostile terms, but I have not given a single thought to what that would actually look like

#susie haltmann #meta knight #mod vex #duo bingo #mecha knight #not really but it references the events of the game and I know some people needed / wanted that tagged

[alyjojo]

Family Ties 🤍 - July 2023 - Aries

Overall energy: Page of Wands

Dad is the issue, that’s mentioned all over this reading. Not only are you fire, your parents both come up as fiery 🔥 people too, and there’s a lot of drama between them because of Dad…probably cheating, and running off with some new love, that’s mentioned twice with Ace of Cups. You do not have a positive view of him at ALL, you find that he’s abused his power as a father and husband, could be someone dominating, controlling…actual abuse is possible, which is further clarified by emotional manipulation and immature behavior from a grown ass individual. He is pretty much the reason for everything wrong, that’s been agreed upon by everyone. You could get quite heated over the topic of him. Hopefully not at me, I hear ya, and I’m sorry about all of this 🙏

Mother: 5 Wands & Queen of Wands

Mom is drama, could be a fire sign, and could act more like a sibling than parent/child. They tend to compete with you, like if you look good that day, Mom would make sure to look even better. Could be the type to wear white at your wedding, type of energy. They instigate. You could be the same way with them. Someone is always apologizing to the other, and then one of you starts some other drama to have to apologize for. It’s like you/they/both feed off of the attention & drama you bring to each other. They feel really immature. They could like to doll themselves up around your friends or something, like there are CLEAR lines of things you don’t do, and they don’t seem to mind bulldozing right over them. Forcing you to confront issues left and right, as an Aries that’s your specialty so…joke’s on her. She is the type to say one thing and then impulsively do whatever she wants. This could also all be your energy, and she’s the one with a problem with it, you two have conflicts often. I really don’t get it’s you, but that’s possible, or at times, out of revenge, maybe. Still, you’re loyal to Mom…but possibly out of guilt…those are feelings that really need to be looked at more closely, because I get a heavy toxic vibe, specifically how she interacts with *you*. No one else. If you feel like something is wrong, too much, unfair, uncalled for, I’m pretty much getting that it is. You two could have a toxic Lilith aspect/conjunction in your synastry chart…if you’re into that sort of thing. Or she’s narcissistic, that’s possible too.

Father: 2 Wands & 5 Swords rev

Hmm…you’re not going to like this. Dad blames Mom for needing to leave. “She’s drama”, I keep hearing that, and I’m sure you already know that. They probably fought a LOT, petty competitions, nasty words being said with 5 Swords here, both of them trying to prove a point and trump the other one. There’s no love in that, just inflated egos exploding, it led to unhappiness & that’s all. The part that’s wrong is the part where he probably got involved while still with her, and left for another person. It turned him into “the bad guy”, when really he was just tired of fighting, conflicted over doing anything about it, and someone came his way to make him actually decide to leave. You’re directly underneath him, reversed, not speaking to him. He would like to change that, but isn’t quite sure how to. I think a lot of this reading is explaining his side of things, I’m getting Mom is very loud and demands to be heard over anyone else…ok, he has a side too. Then you can think it all over for yourself, and make up your own mind, cuz I’m kinda getting Mom doesn’t like you to do that.

Siblings: Ace of Swords & 8 Pentacles

I get one, they are very happy with what they do for work, but whatever that work is doesn’t pay enough, so it’s like they either live at home or are constantly borrowing money. Their passions don’t fund their bills, but they’re not irresponsible either. I heard “teacher”, that could be what they do, or is relatable in comparison salary wise and not making what they deserve! They’re actually very responsible and can handle just about anything thrown at them, but they’re not super independent and I get it’s because they can’t be. Not if they want to be who they want to be, at least for now, they need help. This could also show them as being a single parent and maybe Mom helps them with free babysitting and stuff like that. They could be significantly older/younger than you, enough that there’s a bit of emotional distance and not relating too easily, different generations even.

Grandparents: King of Wands, The Hierophant & Ace of Cups

These are Dad’s parents, you may not have much of a relationship with them either. It mirrors what Dad has done, but they won’t fight for him because they can’t. He’s their kid, they have to go along with what he decides and what makes him happy. They don’t know whether they agree with him, or what they can even do about it, he’s calling the shots and they just support him however they can. I get no hate on Mom, you, or anyone else, they’re just put into a position there’s nothing they can do. Dad has made his bed, and he has a side but they stay pretty impartial about it. Mom could be pushing away his side of the family, or constantly talking about them negatively so that you won’t try to form relationships with them, which is wrong. It’s normal to be hurt, but you can’t sabotage your kid’s life because of that yanno…lots of love to you 🤗

Spiritual Ancestors: 5 Cups, 4 Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles, Strength

Your ancestors are sad you’ve held onto grudges, negativity, and held back love for such a long time. And have been held back from love too. I’m getting that many of these issues do not belong to you, it’s like a repeated rant you’ve heard that’s formed how you feel and see things, but do not necessarily believe or feel yourself. Brainwashing, more or less. The Sun here is about recognition. Seeing the light ☀️ What has anyone done to you personally? Which of these grudges are yours? Are you fighting Mom’s battle and carrying her cross? The World shows enough is enough, it’s all over with and you don’t need to do this anymore. You never did. Take as much time as you need, but try to see things objectively, and see your family as the imperfect humans they are. Not to judge, just to understand. I see nothing about reconnecting with people, no one is forcing you, not even Spirit. They’re just saying the door is unlocked if you want to open it up. Dad is made out to be a monster and Mom…is really the one that is the manipulator. That doesn’t mean fight about it or flip sides because war is WAR, pick a side, no - just see it for what it is. For your own sake. Aries tend to be warriors, and especially for their Moms, I’m just getting that you’re old enough now to understand both sides, and you can separate yourself from their narrative. It was never your burden to have to carry, and a lot of this has been unfair to you on both sides ❤️

Oracle:

Generosity

You can afford to be generous with the gift of your time and attention.

999 is here with this card and both 9’s in your sibling’s energy. You being generous with them would mean more than anything, because I get they may not be your priority or maybe they feel like they don’t play much of a role in your life. But you could change that, if you want.

Transformation

Allow the energy of fear to be transformed by love, creativity, and compassion.

4444 is here with Transformation, and the negative perceptions & grudges in you (or drilled into you) - about your father. You don’t even have to forgive, just try to seek understanding & peace. Own *your own* perspective. Healing you is the whole point of this reading.

#narcissistic abuse #aries tarot reading #family ties #July 2023 #Aries #tarot #generational trauma #healing family relationships #this right here #is why I do this reading ❤️ #sending you so much love

[bmodiwrites]

The smut prompts look so promising. please do this one for Steddie! 'I'm gonna do something very crazy but I know you're gonna love it.'

Oh ho, nonnie - I immediately had a very unclean idea. You guys are in for a treat. There will be smut, so you underage kids DNI!

I'm going to put it behind a read more from the start, just in case! Here we go -

After several hours of keeping his hands to himself, Eddie was more than ready to have Steve sprawled out under him. Not to get him wrong, Eddie loved spending time with the party - now that they were a little older, it didn't feel as much like babysitting, even. As a group, their adventures were endless and the hilarity ensued. Eddie's only complaint stemmed around the fact that they were always around.

And sure, that sounded a lot petty and very immature, but Eddie couldn't help it, he'd been fighting against his baser instincts all day. At first, Eddie appreciated having so many people who cared about him around. The Upside Down left many scars behind - not all of them on the outside, either. While he recovered and got back to normal, Eddie loved the kids' presence and their commitment to not only helping him get better but making him a free man, too. They truly were the best sort of friends to have.

Not to mention the fact that the party's never ending presence helped get him and Steve together to begin with. It started with little quips and comments from Dustin and Max. They threw the occasional "you two would be great together" out into the open like Eddie would ever make sense with Steve Harrington. Their little game was both funny and cruel.

Except, after a while, Eddie started to believe that maybe things could work out between them. Steve's personality was so different from what Eddie always imagined; having so much opportunity to experience it made the shift from attraction to genuine feelings a pretty seamless process.

So, Eddie owed a lot to the little shrimps that looked up to him not just as an adult but someone worth aspiring to be, too. Yet, the selfish, admittedly horny part of himself struggled to continue to exist with such gratitude when Steve was always so tempting.

Take today's adventure for example - Steve invited the entire party over to swim in the pool. That meant Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle would be there, too. It was the usual get together and Eddie was looking forward to it. He probably would've made it through the day without wanting to jump Steve's bones if it weren't for the crop top and short blue shorts his boyfriend decided to wear. At that point, all bets of control were off. From that very first glance, having so many people around was just - mean.

For hours, Steve played the perfect host, catering to everyone's needs and socializing to the best of his ability. He walked around in those short little shorts, each step pulling up the length of the leg's material a little further, flashing Eddie the perfect strip of pale thigh without a care in the world. Never mind the fact that the old Hawkins Athletics crop top showed off the glorious line of hair trailing down Steve's stomach into the waistband of those tiny pants. It would've been obscene if it weren't for the sweet and innocent way he talked to the kids and kept the party moving.

Eddie would've bought the whole act, too - Steve worked hard enough to pull it off. Too bad Eddie knew how sneaky and teasing Steve could be. No one but Eddie saw the way Steve stayed bent over a little extra, or the way he licked his lips before bringing a beer to them. But maybe that was a good thing - Eddie wasn't all that sure he'd be able to rationally fight off anyone else enjoying the view. He tried not to be a jealous person; in his previous relationships, it hadn't been much of a problem, anyway. With Steve, however, Eddie struggled to control the absurd possession that overtook him. It scared him sometimes - how deep his feelings for Steve ran.

Nonetheless, Eddie managed to keep himself together, though just barely, the entire afternoon. If it looked like he was a bit more impatient to see everyone off when the time came, no one commented on it. He showed Dustin and the boys to the door with promises of the newest addition to their campaign the coming week. Eddie even went as far as having a joint with Jonathan, Argyle, and Steve before they bailed to move the party elsewhere for the evening.

Robin and Nancy were the last to leave - Steve and Eddie were the only ones that knew they were together, so the girls were comfortable around them and happy to stick around. It took effort to choke down the sarcastic shit Eddie wanted to spit their way just to get them the fuck out. He reminded himself often that their friendship was not worth making an ass out of himself. Behaving was marginally easier after that.

Finally, after being entirely too patient, Eddie had Steve alone.

Wasting no time at all, Eddie pushed Steve against the door he'd just closed, pinning him to it with the full weight of his body. "You're a tease," Eddie mumbled as he nosed along Steve's chin and cheek. His hands were busy fumbling with the cut off bottom of Steve's shirt, barely skimming the skin there. The tips of his fingers brushed down the flat of Steve's stomach, rubbing and tracing that godforsaken happy trail. By the time Eddie found his way to Steve's lips, he was palming Steve in his shorts, his fingers greedily tracing the shape of him. A tiny spark of satisfaction had him deepening the kiss - feeling Steve harden under his hand made the hours of torture worth it.

They left a trail of clothes behind as they slowly made their way to Steve's bedroom. Though Steve's parents weren't around all that often, Eddie only needed to be walked in on the once to make a 'bedroom only for naked stuff' rule. He kind of liked the anticipation it built up, too. It was a different sort of pleasure getting to unwrap Steve from the clothes that drove him crazy, piece by piece. Eddie took great satisfaction in dropping to his knees to drag down the sexy little shorts Steve probably wore for this very purpose.

Staying where he was, Eddie ran his hands up the length of Steve's thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. He marveled at the coarse hair under his palms and moaned loudly when leg deliciously tapered into crotch. Eddie didn't hesitate to wrap his left hand loosely around the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stroke or squeeze, Eddie simply enjoyed the feel of Steve's skin against his own and the weight of him in his hand. It didn't hurt, either, that Steve's hitched into his touch; Eddie was so ready to repay Steve for teasing him that he kept his grip slack, not yet giving in.

For a couple of heated moments, Eddie explored without any intention to rush. His fingers traced the length of Steve's cock, taking in each vein and smooth plane of flesh. It was increasingly difficult to not just dive in and take - the need to be teasing and sultry was quickly diminishing. When control snapped, Eddie didn't hesitate to lean forward and greedily take the head of Steve's cock between his lips. A moan followed the movement; Steve was already leaking in anticipation.

Despite his own desperation, Eddie kept his suckling light. He lapped at the underside, using the tip of his tongue to prod teasingly there. His hand tightened around the base, stroking up in time with the shallow bobs of Eddie's head. Forcing his eyes up, Eddie caught Steve's glance - his slow worship was visibly taking Steve apart.

He had a hand in his hair and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Eddie knew it'd be red and swollen when Steve eventually let it go. The view was obscene and sexy in a way that never stopped surprising him. Eddie moaned around Steve at the thought - sex between them was already fantastic, the prospect of it only getting better made him lose it. In his excitement, Eddie pulled in a deep breath through his nose, then loosened his throat enough to swallow Steve all the way down.

Eddie gave himself over to the rhythmic bobbing of his head for long, sloppy minutes, and probably would've kept it up, too, if it weren't for the three taps he felt on his shoulder. Pulling back immediately, Eddie looked up quick, feeling Steve out. They came up with that signal when Steve failed to vocalize a need early on in their sexual relationship. Though he didn't use it often, Eddie knew to back off immediately.

He got up from his knees, gathering Steve to him. "Okay?" Eddie asked against the skin of Steve's neck as he pressed a kiss there.

Steve shifted in Eddie's arms until they were face to face, their lips inches away from each other. "Yeah, good - so good, Eddie. Too good, even." His cheeks were pink, like the admission did anything other than endear Eddie to him more.

"Noted." Eddie rumbled, smirking at him before leaning in to finally kiss Steve again. The taste of pre-cum and musk was heavy on his tongue; Steve held Eddie's head tight between his hands as he pillaged Eddie's mouth for every last remnant of the salty goodness.

They kissed languidly for a few minutes, breaking away from each other just enough to walk the remaining steps towards the bed. Eddie smiled down at Steve as he worked his way up the mattress so his head could rest on the pillows. Even in moments where Eddie's brain was a red hot haze of lust, Steve's adorable nature broke through, kick starting the obnoxious butterflies in his tummy.

Eddie kicked off his own swim shorts before joining Steve on the bed, shaking all but want and need away. He settled between splayed thighs, sighing when he leaned forward and their chests pressed together. The contrast between their bodies never stopped being sexy. Eddie loved the way Steve's thick chest hair brushed against his relatively hairless pecs. While it'd initially been a surprise, Steve being so hairy, Eddie came to appreciate the way it felt under his fingers and tangled tightly within his grasp.

Now that they were flat and pressed together from head to toe, Eddie's earlier desperation started to crawl back to the surface. He ground his hips down in hopes of a little friction, drawing a moan from them both. Eddie looked up with a smirk and repeated the gesture, just to get a rise out of Steve. It worked, too - strong thighs were quick to wrap around his hips. "Is this payback?" Steve asked through panted breaths.

Ignoring the question for a moment, Eddie buried his face into the gap between Steve's neck and shoulder, peppering the skin there with kisses and sucks. He made his way to the shell of Steve's ear, whispering - "not even close, pretty boy." His teeth nipped at the rounded cartilage before Eddie pulled back entirely. "Flip over for me. I'm gonna do something crazy but I know you're gonna love it."

Steve's eyes were wide as he absorbed those words. His lips looked like they wanted to form around words but none came, just panted breaths. Instead, Steve turned over like he was asked, though he kept his eyes peeled over his shoulder, steadily watching Eddie.

Moving to settle between Steve's thighs again, Eddie took in the view before him. Steve's back was strong, his lats and rotator cuff muscles, especially. They shifted with each of Steve's movements, drawing the eye. There was the slightest curve to the bottom of Steve's spine, making the arch of his back look just a little more pronounced. Which left a supple ass that moved as one and gave way to perfectly toned hamstrings. Steve was a goddamn vision Eddie couldn't wait to binge himself on.

Both hands migrated to Steve's hips, where Eddie squeezed lightly. Steve shifted into the touch, subconsciously spreading his legs a little wider. Smiling, both because Steve was like a big house cat and his boy learned so well, Eddie squeezed there once more. His hands continued their journey after that, sliding around the glorious cheeks of Steve's ass to palm the thick muscle there. Eddie used that grip to make room for his nose to trail down Steve's crack. He teased there for a second, tickling the small hairs Eddie loved so much.

Though Eddie was sure Steve wasn't aware of it, the younger boy was pressing back into him, silently and unconsciously begging for more. Eddie was at the point where denying Steve meant denying himself - an entire day of that made it easy to give in and move past teasing. He gently skated the tip of his thumb around Steve's hole, testing the waters.

When Steve didn't pull away or tell him to back off, Eddie redoubled his efforts. He used one hand to keep Steve's cheeks apart while the other reached around to stroke Steve's leaky cock. The distraction was perfect - Eddie dipped his head down to lightly tongue at the puckered entrance while his hand brought undeniable pleasure.

"Fuck, Eddie! That's - " Steve trailed off when Eddie used the thick part of his tongue to lick a solid stripe across his entrance. His voice trickled into heady gasps and a chant of "Eddie" over and over again.

Little by little, with sharp thrusts of his tongue, and taunting licks around the rim, Eddie opened Steve up to him. He kept his hand firmly around Steve's cock, but Steve's shifts back into Eddie did most of the work. Steve ground back into him, then moved forward onto his elbows when the pleasure became too much. When push came to shove, Eddie couldn't decide whether the taste of him or the thought of Steve fucking himself strung him out more. Whatever the answer was, Eddie felt just as close as Steve seemed to be.

Redoubling his effort, Eddie licked and sucked at Steve's hole desperately. His mouth and chin were covered in his own spit, some of it even dripping down onto the bedsheets below him. It was messy business that Eddie enjoyed thoroughly. In all of their time together, Eddie had yet to see Steve give into something physical with so much reckless abandon.

When Steve announced his impending orgasm, Eddie finally turned some attention to himself. His free hand shot down between his legs to grip his neglected erection - even with his fingers around the base squeezing hard, Eddie almost lost himself. He selflessly waited until Steve shouted his name and painted the sheets below himself sticky white. Just that alone was enough to have him spilling, too. No stroking necessary.

As the world righted itself, Eddie stretched out beside a boneless Steve, pulling him close. Though there was still cum on his hand and spit on his chin, Eddie buried himself into Steve, trying to fill up every curve and crevice with his presence, wanting that skin to skin contact. Eddie would never admit to it, but he was a possessive cuddle-monster, especially where Steve was concerned.

The room stayed quiet while their chests stopped their heaving and breaths leveled out. Eddie marveled at the quiet oxygen-carbon dioxide exchange that always came with the slightest whistle through Steve's nose. He leaned into the comfort it provided and was seconds away from falling asleep when Steve's voice stopped him.

"You were right." Steve's tone was gravely and rough, still hoarse from all the moaning and shouts.

Eddie picked up his head, looking at Steve curiously. "About what, pretty boy?"

Steve snorted out a laugh before turning onto his side so their noses brushed. "I did love that."

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve/eddie #steveddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #bobbie writes #smut prompts

[a-wild-things-rambles]

hey can i hear your thoughts on john? :)

agghhhhhhhhh. thank you!

where do i start. his story is one i know a hundred variations of, abusive fathers, absent or neglectful mothers, siblings who got out, runing away from home into the big city, finding a [fuked up]family in the punk and alternative communitys, and trying to live.

i should say that i am very biased and unrelabal about him. while i have read hellblazer im due a reread and its always overshadowed by teh real people i knows experiences? idk in my head hes just another person id meet at the pub when i visit my dads old city. a guy you her about through the grapevine doing stupid shit and getting into trouble.

another warning of how not to live a life in a long parade. the fuked up sudo- uncle who's to old to change his ways and stop his bad habits.

which is a long way to say i have a personal stake in his story. im not john but i am gemma, im the second generation, growing up to see all the cracks in the so called freedom the previous generation fled to.

guilt. so much of it. the dead and the living. those you left behind. drowning in guilt, the only solution drowning yourself in apathy. then drowning un guilt all over again in atonement. self harm and self sabotage are his bywords. hurt someone cause thats all you can do then hate yourself for it.

john absolutely plays the 'my life is shittyer' game. and he hates being proven wrong. he has to be one of the worst off. because if there are people who have it worse then hes just a crybaby isnt he? lifes tough, get over it. man up. dont cry, you have it good compared to some people.

he hates it. like a lot of city white punks, he has a complicated relationship when it comes to people who suffer more than him. he will fight for them but he wont be nice about it. he gets petty about it

hes got the basics down: but its the basics, the surface level shit. he probably has more racist and sexist preconceptions than he'd like to admit. hes flawed. whats theory or any of that? he learns politics through music, and its not exactly well balanced. hes a white queer punk in the 80s. hes still better than alot of them.

it sums up to: he aint unlearned the shit. he knows its bad, but he hasnt fully unlearned it. [again. white punk in england in the 80s.]

violence. this man is good at picking fights with a look. eventually people learn to steer clear, but theres always enough wankers who are up for a fight.

his father beat him, and so have many others, so if he wins a fight, it makes him feel 'more like a man' or as he'd say it, tough. remember what i said about knowing shits bad but not unlearning it. yea. if he loses: he gets the punishment he feels he deserves, and the fodder for his self hatred about being weak.

double standards a-plenty. a cycle of ego and beatings and guilt and self sabotage.

hes bitter and hes stubborn and hes nasty.

alcoholic to [not that he'd say], and a smoker. grew out of drugs but messed around with them plenty in the past. now he dont like feeling out of control in that way.

he'll still get wasted though [not an alcoholic mind. probrably only phycologicaly addicted]

old dog who cant learn knew tricks. brittle metal, its bent some, but it cant anymore or it will shatter.

hes better than his father. but hes not good

hes self-aware enough to not want kids, not delusional enough to think hes managed to unlearn the shit his father gave him. better that his bloodline dies with him. better that he doesn't get the chance to fuck up.

end it, or sabotage it before he can be shown to be who he is. fuck up everything good because you might as well have control over when it falls apart. cause it will anyway. you hurt whoever you touch.

your cursed john.

a cursed bloodline. whats another way of saying generational trauma?

he hates his stister for leaving, he hates himself for keeping her there, he hates himself for hating her for leaving.

cause everyone leaves him, dont they?

hates gemma for her curiosity. hates her for her interest in his fuked up life. hates her for not hating him[yet]. hates himself hor hating how much better her home is than his was.

hates is sisters husband. hates that his sister wont leave him[hates that hes glad. if she started kicking out of her life the people bad for her. well hed be fuked]

hate. guilt. hate. self sabotage.

hes a messed up guy :)

#john constantine #well that was a monster #thank you for enableing me!!!

[lovesomehate]

Probably the most ridiculous of aus, but mafia boss Travis. It’s a little family empire, Jedediah and Constance are dead. Chris and Bobby are sort of apart of it. Bobby is the muscle. Chris is the brain when he acts logical, but otherwise he’s a loose cannon.

Laura comes to north kill because that have a medicine import on lock. Not many people can afford it after they have it and redistribute it. Laura needs it for Max, he’s sick and struggling and needs it to slow the pain and let his immune system fight it off.

Laura has her own clique together, her Ryan and Jacob are petty thieves, pocket snatchers and car jackers, and scammers to get some money. They think it’s an easy lick to get into the warehouse (lodge). They’re in but they have no clue what they’re looking for so they rummage through everything like raccoons.

Laura was using her phone as a flashlight, but as she was rummaging she just sat it down at an angle so the light shined into the box she was working on. Doors were opening, Jacob didn’t hesistate to snatch Laura out her shoes to get her out of harms way. He led her and Ryan out, but while Jacob was brave for that, Laura’s phone is still there as in some of the medicine they deemed as not important.

Bobby is sent to get them, Chris tracks them to the harbinger motel, since they get paid for protection they get the client list. The newest names coincide with the robbery of the factory. Jacob did his best to try and fight the big man off but he managed to still subdue them all.

Enter Travis, he’s in a all black suit, his tie is a deep red and his shoes are so shined that they reflect light. He paced his office around the kidnapped people while Chris and Bobby stood to the left and the right of his desk. Travis pushed his hair back and sighed, he took off his suit jacket. He was in the black button down shirt underneath, with deep red suspenders. He rolled his sleeves up. He opened the desk drawer and set a pink, bedazzled phone there. Jacob and Ryan controlled the urge to look at Laura but she shifted on the spot.

“So, you recognize it… what are you doing in my workplace?” They didn’t answer and Travis, in a fit of rage broke her phone when he threw it at the far wall. “YOU’RE IN MY OFFICE! YOU SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO!”

Laura swallowed down her retort, she could be killed on the spot if she acts like a spoiled brat. But someone was going to buy her a new one and it wasn’t going to be her. “I left my phone after the factory tour… I meant to tell you about that, you got a 8 out of 10 for work conditions.” She didn’t know how she thought that sentence was great in her mind. It was enough for Ryan to speak up, “She… uh, the big guy dropped her on her head… she’s uh, messed up right now. But uh, we didn’t break in. The door was open.”

Jacob nodded along vigorously, “Yep. Just walked in. All we were getting was some medicine and going. You heard of the illness going around, it’s called Wolfs Breath… the doctors said it’s the craziest man made virus they’ve ever seen.” They knew exactly what they were talking about, Travis recently had to step up to take over family operations because they lost their mother and father to the disease. “Doesn’t explain why you broke in…” Chris’ gentle voice shook the boy in front of him.

Jacob and Laura visibly watched Ryan stare at the man like he knew him. Ryan was shuffling on his knees and switching between staring up and staring at the wood floors. “Erm uh, we didn’t break in and uh… I think I know you… sir?” Laura looked at the obvious leader in the room, his brow arched. “I’m sure you do… Chris can’t control himself around a twink.” Laura was shocked at how Ryan’s face heated and the man shifted further into the shadows. But the man was almost fond like he knew something. “WHAT?” The boss turned to Laura. He glared.

“Why are you here?” She huffed and wanted to run. Being back into corners is boring and scary. Her fight or flight reflex was acting up and she thought she could fight everyone. “Medicine. I know you have it. Hackett’s Quarry has been the only place that seems to be untouched by the disease. I was stealing it for my boyfriend.”

His black eyes roved over her, he hummed, “You’d go into a lions den for your boyfriend? Does he know the last time you seen him will be his last time seeing you?” Laura didn’t like the threat and jutted her jaw, “Oh! Tell me something I didn’t know… I thought I was walking out the lion’s den with a new fur coat.” Travis’ mouth quirked, Jacob glared at Laura. “Shut up. You’ll get us killed. We already got to save Max and Kaitlyn and Nick. You heard what the hag said, she will kill Kaitlyn and Nick and whoever if we don’t come back-”

Travis paused as he looked to the other boy, “Hag?” Laura nodded, “Some old woman that lived here apparently for 6 years. She gave us directions here and her son needs medicine too. And she said i run into any Hacketts kill them.”

Bobby scoffed and crossed his beefy arms, “Kill us? You’ve got yourself trapped here. You can’t do it.” Laura glared, “I’m sure you all wear the same sized bullet!” Ryan nudged her with his foot, “Laura! Shut up.” Travis chuckled at that, “You’re being played… the hag. She started this lovely issue when she moved here. Whatever chemicals she was mixing, she mixed it enough that everyone suffered from the rage, blood tears, and antagonizing pain that makes it feel like you burst from your body. That’s how she gets anyone, she convinces them that what we have will save them. No, what they got will slowly burn and eat up their insides until they’re a flesh suit.”

Laura stared at him and her shoulders slumped. He didn’t like that. He didn’t know why. Her blue eyes seemed to go dull too. His brows furrowed, “She manually infects her victims. Ones she think has a strong support system and who will fight for the ill of their people. Obviously you were chosen.”

“I’ll make you a deal… Laura is it girl?” She nodded and still didn’t meet his black gaze. It made him angry but he brushed it off. “We can’t cure your… max… but we can get revenge. She responsible for many deaths. Including some of our family members. I will allow you to work with us on a stipulation that I get to decide once we’re done.”

Laura looked up finally, her eyes were blazing. She somehow managed to push up to her feet from her knees. Her arms were still bound behind her but tied to the others wrists as well. It made the boys scramble up too. Laura grinned at him, “Deal.”

Travis is like a shake hands with the devil type of mob boss, he gives you what you want to hear then he’ll add something that benefits him. In Laura’s case, she could get revenge with him and be successful, but Travis’ stipulation would be that she remains here with him. At the end of them tracking Eliza and killing her, his stipulation doesn’t even reach the light of day. Laura falls for him, she checks in on Max, he’s better ish but still suffering and dying every full moon. He just lives like that as other people do as well. Laura becomes the “Queen Lioness” is what people whisper. She basically runs the criminal empire along the Hackett brothers because she’s head over heels in love with Travis and Travis will kill anyone for looking at her.

Chris and Ryan did know each other, Travis’ words were lowkey backhanded because Ryan was their scammer. So, Chris was down about loosing their parents and his young children to the disease, they didn’t even get to be like the regular people to suffer only during the full moon. They were too old and too young respectively to deal with the change and feeling. He went to an outskirts bar where no one would recognize him, Ryan offered him comfort for the night. When Ryan put him to bed he took some money, a lot of money from his wallet. Travis basically yelled at Chris, he didn’t care. He and Ryan rekindled whatever that hookup was. There’s just lighthearted jokes about leaving his wallet around him.

Bobby and Jacob just full on had hate sex out of nowhere. There is no explanation on why, but probably because they’re seen as dumb muscle and bonded. Jacob looking to prove he can be soft and Bobby that he’s not soft and a hard ass like his brothers too. They balance each other out and make the other people sick sometimes because it’s like they have their own special code and looks.

They saved their friends, but Jacob only wanted Kaitlyn around. She was an artist with a gun and she frightened Bobby. “Hurt him and I’ll kill you.” Bobby believes it and stays on his best behavior. She managed to get Dylan a secure mafia spot too, he works with Ryan and Chris and gets flirty with the both of them. Travis warns Chris about his age and two partners at the same time could probably stop his heart. Chris obviously said he hasn’t died yet which makes Travis and Laura avoid them all collectively as a unit. Kaitlyn gets a man too, Travis’ friend Bryan, (Bruce Campbell) comes to town. He’s supposed to be contracted to kill someone but he gets distracted on his mission because of Kaitlyn until she offers to help. So, kick ass assassin crime fighting couple.

The mafia of north kill still thrives. They’re not just aimlessly killing. They keep their town secure in New York, not just anyone is striking fear in Travis’ or Laura’s heart. Travis is as scared of Laura as she is of him. They both silently agreed that they’ll take each other out if they get too power hungry. But right now, power couple and keeping people in check and happy.

Turned into a huge random brain fart with like random and main ships.

KfqjnZngakhks the Bruce character took me so by surprise I laughed 😂😂😂😂 EVERYONE GETS A DILF!

This was super entertaining and I really need a long fic with this plot 👀👀👀👀

I’m kind hit and miss with mafia aus, but this one sounds real good 👀

#ask #anon #travisxlaura

[theboookwitch]

Finished “Moonshine” and I have so many [good] feelings. I’ve seen other people review it and post about it and it did not get good reviews, and I just disagree wholeheartedly and will fight about it. It’s not the perfect show, but it was perfect for me. I will say upfront - the women are 90% of the reason I loved this show...

Women + Friendships

First of all, I actually LOVED every single woman in this show. So many times in Kdramas the FL is a pushover who does dumb or reckless things because of some emotional whim. And a trend I’ve noticed in historical dramas is that the women are just motivated by blind ambition to get their son on the throne (or something along those lines) so you end up hating them for being malicious. Often, the women side characters are not given any depth or character development and they’re just used to move along the ML’s plot or character arc. In “Moonshine”, I ended up understanding and truly enjoying all of the ladies. Even the Royal Consort who at first was questionable became a character that I loved. She just wanted to protect her son, and she could’ve just blindly followed what the Chief Royal Secretary made her do, but in the end, she made the right choice. 

I loved that the women weren’t pitted against each other. In most other dramas, Ro Seo and Ae Jin would have been rivals and Ae Jin would’ve inevitably been made to be petty or something. But the way that they worked together to smuggle alcohol and later to defeat the CRS, was so good. I loved that they became family. When Ae Jin slapped the Crown Prince for being an idiot, I literally cheered alone in my house lol Also, Ae Jin having a shoplifting phase because her life felt out of control? I felt seen. The Queen could’ve easily been a villain who only wanted her child to be on the throne, but she ended up being such a morally strong character who wasn’t blindly led by some bad guy in maroon on the court (they always wear maroon). Ro Seo and her bestie were so such badasses, never backing down no matter how many times their plans got fucked up. Ugh I love all of these women. It was so refreshing to have these fully fleshed out, strong women who weren’t just doormats. I think that’s also why I loved “Rookie Historian” so much as well. 10/10

The Rest

I saw a lot of reviews that complained about the pacing, but I actually didn’t mind it. Maybe because I binged it in three days, but either way, I was hooked and always excited about the next episode. I loved how there really wasn’t a huge Noble Idiocy plot line and even the misunderstandings were cleared up pretty quickly. I loved the dynamic between the romantic leads. He started out as a stickler for the rules who saw everything in black and white, but his character grew so much because of Ro Seo’s influence. I thought their chemistry was really good and the fact that they both had their eyes closed on their first kiss and didn’t just do a dead fish moment - FINALLY GOD IS IT SO HARD!!!!!! Also, I’ve already posted it, but when Nam Young says “I will count to ten and to ten again. And even then, it is you for me.” ARE YOU KIDDING?! One of my favorite confessions. I replayed it multiple times tbh

I loved that the Crown Prince and Nam Young became friends and grew because of each other as well (even though the Crown Prince was a massive idiot for some bits). And Oh My God...the thugs becoming her loyal followers. I LIVED for it. I love any storyline of rebellion against the ruling class, and doing that by taking over the illegal alcohol industry? They really said “gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss,” and I’m here for it. 

One of the best things was the storyline between Woon Sim and Sim Heon. It was really well done and even though I didn’t love that she took her life, I definitely get it. Losing someone you love, whether it’s romance or family or friendship, is devastating and after facing so much loss, I truly understand not wanting to go on. Plus she took control and took her death into her own hands when she would’ve inevitably been used or killed by the Chief Royal Secretary. (As a side note - Sim Heon was so fine...)

Also, I loved the random goofiness - from the music that sounded like the “Seinfeld” theme song to the like moments where it kind of broke genre and did like comic book things...it was so good to me. 

Final Thoughts

Yes, I understand that this drama isn’t perfect. I think they revealed the bad guy and his intentions a little early so that did feel kind of dragged out, but honestly...I think this is going in my top 5. It just hit all the right notes for me, and I think the fact that the women were so strong and truly led the show really set it apart. Anyways...go watch “Moonshine”.

#kdramas #kdrama #korean dramas #moonshine kdrama #Currently Watching #kdrama review #sageuk #historical kdrama #moonshine #yoo seung ho #hyeri

[whalehouse1]

So I’m just going to assume the midway point for comics is where they start to fall apart. Got to the Soul arc for Batgirl which…we are supposed to believe Babs would be petty enough with Dick to momentarily put Cass’s life in danger instead of calling him as soon as the others weren’t able to make it? That her batgirl outfit was designed specifically to be sexy and that she wore it to get a rise out of the guys she was fighting and Bruce and Dick too. Or that when Cass puts it on, it would be so distracting that Tim, a seasoned Robin would keep getting distracted by it? Then you have Bruce and Babs acting like a divorced couple over Cass which I thought we all agreed after Batman Beyond that ship was a no? And I don’t mind Cass wanting to be seen as more girly or sexy but how she kept trying to kiss Kon was…uncomfortable. I know it wasn’t meant to be and more of a “ha-ha” they keep missing but Connor never seemed to want to do it. And then you have Cass in the made-up Ruso-Middle-East country which, I get why it put a strain on her and Bruce’s relationship but dear lord you two, talk it out like mature people. Seriously, “She’s hiding something from me. Won’t you tell me?” -shakes head- just good lord, you had/have a crush on a terrorist, Bruce has banged Catwoman and Thalia, he cannot judge you for crap. Then, and oh boy we get to Cass’s inner thoughts we’re she sees Babs as weak because of the wheelchair, going so far as to assume that’s why her and Dick are over (whether it’s the reason or not, she has no proof), worries if she’s only sexy because of Bab’s batgirl outfit, thinks Bruce and David think she’s the most worthless thing on the planet for not obeying their every direct order and then when Dick rescues her, what’s her response, to kick him through a wall. No sides of stories, no gratitude for the save, just no respect. It’s a straight up, “you hurt Babs, I don’t care, I hurt you.,” which, I really hope we’re past this type of thing because Cass isn’t stupid, she’s as emotional as Jason and it just seems they’re taking that from her at the moment. AND THEN WE HAVE THE LANGUAGE BS! “Yes, it is possible to learn body language as a language.” No, that’s not how language works. They’ve done the experiment of kids being in isolation with no language, they developed their own. Then to make it stupider, different cultures have different body languages and then different people also have different body language based on a ton of other factors. It’s the same as the “You know sign language right? Talk to them,” between someone from America and South Africa. It wouldn’t work. Then we have her doing hand signs at times, sign language is still a language, it wouldn’t be easier for her since she still wouldn’t have known the words and I’m not arguing the Cass is non-verbal point, because despite that, she would still need to learn the words. And to make this far, far worse, I’ll do the comic suspension of disbelief and go with the everyone has the same body language, some dickwad, after being saved by her, altered her brain and made her forget her native tongue to learn English…if you are a native speaker of say English, French, Spanish or Chinese, please look up the number of endangered languages. And after that, please remember most of them died out due to people being killed for speaking it, it being considered the language of the dumb and barbarians, and so many other things. Languages were massacred during colonialism and still are being wiped out. I wanted Cass to hurt that man, because guess what, taking away one’s language is taking away a large part of their identity since it’s been proven language has an influence on how we think. And to top off the language thing, the girl is smart and has amazing muscle control, you could teach her the phonemes and how hard is it to teach her basic words like foods and cars and say their name until she pronounces it right. Instead we just get Babs, “If you could speaka zee English” BS which I’m not a fan of.

#cassandra cain #orphan dC #batgirl #black bat #blackbat #the worst part is I’m loving Cass #I’ve enjoyed most of this series but these things have been bugging me for days and I needed to vent #oh and I forgot about ”I’m gonna get my shotgun” dad Bruce which #was a choice it was a choice…just ugh I’m hoping it gets good again but #you’ve seen the SNL Black Widow movie sketch where it’s a movie women would want #and it’s her as a journalist for Cosmo and is a romcom with Uktron and Thor’s the gay friend #that’s what I feel like I’m reading right now #also last two chapters/arcs involved dolls and I’m 100% not for that and that did not lighten my mood #I actually wasn’t gonna post this but I had no one to vent to so into the void I go #biggest convo I had tonight was with my cousins’ kids cause everyone else was screaming over cards

[twilight-orchid]

How The Demon Brothers React After Fighting With Their SO

tw: some angst with resolution at the end, mentions of past arguments, insecurity.

Lucifer:

This man is petty as hell.

He doesn’t do the silent treatment, but he acts like you aren’t dating.

If you need to work on something together, you’re a co-worker.

At RAD you’re a classmate.

Around the house you’re just a housemate.

His poker face is immaculate and it will not crack when you’re around.

If someone didn’t know what was happening, they’d probably think you two barely knew each other.

However, you won’t notice, but as soon as you look the other way his eyes are on you.

He’s used to arguing with his brothers and is no stranger to explosive fights that end with he and the other person not being on speaking terms.

But you’re different.

He tries to go on with business as usual, but he can’t think about anything other than how much he misses you.

Yet, he lets it continue because he just can’t put his pride aside and apologize.

If you decide to sleep in your old room it’ll both hurt his feelings and royally piss him off.

He thinks you’re being childish and will be pretty rude about it, but that’s because internally his blood just ran cold.

It adds a degree of seriousness to the argument that he’s uncomfortable with.

Yes he’s mad, but he can’t lose you.

If you still sleep in his bed, he makes sure to scoot over to the very edge so he doesn’t cuddle you in his sleep.

In fact, the first night after the argument he’d probably put a pillow between you just to really punctuate the fact that he’s still upset.

I’d say it could go 4 days to a week tops without you making up.

After a point though, he just can’t function until the issue is resolved. He can’t sleep, he’s falling behind on his work, and he’s just generally not doing well.

You get called to his office one night and find him at his desk surrounded by piles of paper, disheveled and exhausted.

“MC, come sit down. I’d like to talk this through. Please.”

Mammon:

He’s so dramatic.

You dare defy him? The Great Mammon can’t believe this tiny fragile human would have the audacity.

The theatrics are just a front though.

His ‘The Great Mammon’ act is a mask for his insecurity, one he hasn’t had to use with you in awhile.

Even as the words leave his mouth he regrets them.

He’s going to be very uncomfortable with everything until the argument is resolved, but most of all himself.

He’s learned not to take his brothers too seriously when they toss insults his way, but words have a way of morphing to belief over time.

Internally he is going to be super hard on himself. 

Regardless of if the fight was his fault or not, he’s going to kick himself constantly for making yet another mistake.

He’s over the argument pretty fast. The anger quickly melts into anxiety.

Are you going to leave him? Do you hate him? Did he hurt your feelings? 

That being said, he doesn’t know if you’re still mad and he doesn’t know how to ask. 

As a defense mechanism, he defaults to how he treated you when you first arrived in the devildom.

Calls you human, disregards you, stuff like that.

If you decide to sleep in another room, before midnight expect him to be knocking on the door.

“Oi, MC. You awake? I just - I can’t - *sigh* Can we talk about this?”

If you sleep in his bed, he makes a point of sleeping with his back to you.

Less because he’s actually mad and more because he doesn’t want his image of you as he drifts to sleep to be a look of anger.

Though as soon as he passes out he’ll roll over and tuck you into his arms on instinct.

I’d say any after effects of an argument with Mammon would be resolved in a day, maybe two tops.

Leviathan:

Arguing activates his trolling the forums mode.

Goes back to calling you a normie and contradicts everything you say.

He’s less mad about the argument and more using the bitterness to cope with how upset he is.

He feels like a break up is less of an if and more of a when.

Why would someone as amazing as you settle for weird otaku like him?

Honestly doesn’t understand why you’re with him in the first place, so when there’s a serious argument he assumes its over.

Tbh don’t know how you and Levi would sleep together being that I doubt two could fit in a tub, but any deviation to your routine sends him into a panic.

It’s his reality check that the situation is serious and he needs to fix it NOW.

He’d have trouble apologizing in person. He can’t think of what to say, he stumbles over his words, and he feels like he’s on the verge of a panic attack.

Instead, expect a long ass text message.

He says how sorry he is, how much he misses and loves you, and legit begs you to forgive him.

If you sleep with him like normal, he’ll probably try to make up after laying there for awhile. His mind is going a million miles an hour and there’s no way he can sleep.

Still really has trouble verbalizing how he feels, so give the poor boy a break and take over the conversation.

He hasn’t had a serious relationship before and he doesn’t know what he should do to make it better.

So the after effects will last however long it takes him to read several mangas, watch some anime, and play a few games to see how the characters get over arguments in the story.

Satan:

Satan makes sure not to fight with you over minor issues.

He’s worked tirelessly to tame his wrath and he refuses to feed into it over a minor issue.

Thus, if you fight with Satan it’s a major argument and it’s explosive.

The aftermath isn’t much better.

He doesn’t want to risk blowing up again, so he’s frighteningly calm.

He’s an absolute master of the silent treatment.

He won’t say a word to you until he’s certain he’s calmed down enough.

For the first few days he’ll straight up leave a room if you enter.

For a good while the only way you can expect to communicate with him is through his body language and the expression in his eyes.

Satan’s biggest fear is losing control and lashing out at you. 

He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you and he can’t stand the thought of you being afraid of him. 

He’s a whirlwind of emotions, so he isolates himself until he can figure out how to deal with it.

Not just from you, but from everyone else too. 

Satan will not share a bed with you for at least the first night.

If he got worked up enough to actually fight, it’s gonna take him time to simmer down.

And he’d rather not risk doing or saying something he regrets in the meantime.

Once he’s ready, he’ll approach you when he’s completely calmed down and has thoroughly analyzed the situation.

He’s considered both of your sides, tried to pinpoint what caused the disagreement to turn into a fight, and made a plan of action to prevent it from happening again.

“MC? I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what happened. Would you please talk it through with me?”

He won’t apologize for the argument if he feels like he was right, but he will apologize for letting the disagreement escalate into a fight.

Satan could go weeks without making up if necessary, but he tries to resolve it within a couple of days.

Asmodeus:

Wants to give you the silent treatment, but is physically incapable.

He can’t stand to have you ignore him.

He’s the type to go back to normal then suddenly remembers you guys had a fight.

“Wait, no! I’m not talking to you! I’m mad at you!”

His biggest downfall is that he’s so stubborn.

If he thinks he was right, he will die on that hill.

There are arguments with his brothers that happened a thousand years ago and he could still tell you exactly why he was right.

But with you, he realizes that doesn’t matter too him nearly as much as it usually does.

If it means going back to normal, he’ll forget who’s right or wrong.

If you sleep in another room, he’s beyond offended.

“What?! Well fine! I don’t want you in my bed anyway!”

Laying in bed alone is a different story though.

He can’t sleep. All he can think about is you. Your face when you sleep next to him, your smell, the feeling of his arms around you.

He 100% cries.

Finally goes and knocks on your door with wet, glossy eyes.

“MC? Can we talk about this? I can’t get my beauty sleep and my tears are wiping off all of my skin care lotion!”

Will throw himself into your arms before you can answer.

If you sleep next to him still, he rolls over and watches you sleep.

It puts him at peace and he decides seeing your sweet, resting face every morning is worth more to him than the argument.

He’ll initiate the conversation the next morning.

I think Asmo could make it a few days if it was a really serious argument, but he will not function well until you make up.

Beelzebub:

Wants to make up immediately.

He doesn’t like to argue, even less so with you.

Whether he was right or wrong, he blames himself. He’ll take all the blame in the world if it makes you happy.

He’ll go make you your favorite food and bring it to you.

If he thinks you don’t want to talk to him, he’ll leave it outside your door and text you to let you know it’s there.

He’s honestly devastated if you decide to sleep in another room.

You guys migrate to your old room when you want privacy from Belphie, but you almost never sleep separately.

Seeing you grab your pillows and march out of the room nearly stops his heart.

He goes completely numb and silent as he just stares at the space you had just occupied.

Like Levi, he thinks this means the relationship is over and he genuinely does not know what to do with himself.

He can’t even bring himself to eat, he just wants to lie there, lost and trying to grapple with his emotions. 

He’s another one who will absolutely cry, but unlike Asmo he will make sure no one knows it.

If you still sleep in his bed, he’s very nervous about it.

He doesn’t know if it’s okay to touch you, what he can or can’t say, stuff like that.

He just lays there stiff as a board not even able to close his eyes.

Honestly the fight would probably have to be resolved before bed. His anxiety just can’t take it.

I don’t think he’d initiate the apology. Not because he doesn’t want to make up but because his confidence is rock bottom in these situations.

He catastophizes and honestly thinks you hate him.

If you don’t initiate the apology soon, Belphie will. He can feel what his twin won’t say, and he knows Beel won’t approach you about it for fear of making it worse.

Belphie will lock you two in a room if that’s what it takes for you to make up.

Belphegor:

The embodiment of if looks could kill.

He won’t talk to you, won’t look at you, basically pretends you aren’t there.

If he must interact with you he’ll roll his eyes and sigh the whole time.

Tries to sleep through any interaction so he doesn’t have to deal with it.

He feels almost betrayed by the fight.

He thought the relationship was stronger than to have such a huge divide, so he’s really insecure about it.

After the first day, the anger has melted away to guilt.

He ‘s not guilty that you fought, but he is guilty about how he treated you after.

Guilt and self-blame have become unwelcome friends at this point. Guilt over Lilith, over his plans to destroy the human world, everything.

But more than anything else, the guilt for the fact that he attacked you weighs on him every day.

He moved past it quickly after, essentially pretending he hadn’t killed you, but that’s because he just couldn’t confront what he’d done. 

He feels like the luckiest demon alive that you forgave him, let alone  opened you heart enough to love him, and now it’s all in tatters.

Another thing to regret.

If you decide to sleep separately, it’ll hit him like a bag of bricks.

“You - what? Where are you going?” 

It’ll take him a second to process what you were doing, but then he’ll roll over and let you leave.

“Fine. Don’t let the door hit you.”

No one will see him for awhile. 

Belphie sleeps all the time anyway, but he just can’t make himself get out of bed.

If you don’t approach him to apologize, Beel will tell you that he’s been nauseous and randomly emotional which must mean his twin is coping very badly. 

Will beg you to go make Belphie happy again. 

If you sleep in his bed still, the argument will be resolved by morning.

He can’t keep himself from embracing you in his sleep, and it’s hard to say you’re mad at someone when you wake up in their loving arms.

It’s hard to pinpoint how long it could last with Belphie. If you don’t apologize first, he won’t let himself be conscious long enough to approach you.

This is both my first hc post as well as my first obey me post so I’m sorry if le boys are ooc. I just got this idea and couldn’t stop thinking about it so here we are.  Especially Belphie, he was hard to me for some reason. Let me know if you guys agree or disagree and if you want to send a request or ask, my box is open! 

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I’ve been reading Sansa fanfic and honestly I am so fucking tired. What is up with people making her out to be some selfish, mean, vindictive, I-don’t-even-fucking-know-what-else little kid????? Where the fuck does this come from???? What books are you reading?? 

How is it that in a book where characters are committing murder, rape, and even fucking baby exchanges, it is SANSA who needs to repent for her ‘crimes’?

Tell me again how Sansa is a shit person because of one mean thing she said to Arya in a fight but Jon, canonically called a ‘bully’ was the fucking paragon of good behavior as a child. Who’s gonna write the edgy Jon-was-a-pre-canon-bully fanfic huh?? That’s right. Fucking no one. Because we know Jon’s poor behavior at the Wall was driven as much out of his lack of awareness and appreciation of his privilege as it was by his struggle to reconcile the Wall of his dreams with reality. His behavior was an anomaly for him. 

Tell me again how Arya’s seeming class blindness in AGOT is so much better than Sansa’s raging classism. Who’s gonna say it was Arya’s fault Mycah got killed, because she didn’t recognize or appreciate her own privilege? Fucking no one. Because she’s nine, a child, and we’re not monsters.  

Sansa was selfish for expecting things that were already promised to her, but Arya wasn’t? Sansa is selfish for wanting to go to a tourney that’s being held in her father’s name. Sansa is selfish for expecting to be...married to her betrothed? Sansa is selfish for romanticizing/building up the life she is already expected to live? Sansa is selfish because she says Arya will ‘ruin everything’? Lemme tell you I have an older brother and I sure as fuck have ruined plenty of things for him as a kid stuff his friends lent him, that one time he went to watch some Hunger Game movie with his school friends and thought I would be mature enough to tag along and I really really wasn’t. That’s kind of what siblings do???? If Arya comes across as less ‘selfish’ than Sansa, then that’s because she’s hardly ever denied, and even when she is she’s made to understand why. Arya wants to learn to fight? Arya wants to flout expectations? Arya wants to take Syrio along on the ship? She gets it all. Is she selfish? NO. She’s a child. THEY ARE BOTH CHILDREN.

Sansa is mean, for having sibling fights with Arya? Never mind that she’s grieving the death of a part of her, Lady. Jon lashing out at the Wall may be an anomaly, but Sansa lashing out isn’t? WHY. Sansa is vindictive? Sansa who cried when fucking Joffrey dies? Sansa who is repeatedly described as sweet? Innocent? Courteous? 

When exactly is Sansa vindictive? When she doesn’t trust her father- who has been a pretty shit parent to her and fully deserves her distrust- to make the best decisions for her (as he hasn’t in the past) and decides to break one (1) rule in her life to...go to another adult to explain her problem? When she lashes out at Arya in her very valid grief because no one seems to give a flying fuck about helping her deal with it? When she utterly and absolutely ices out Tyrion, the fully grown Lannister man she has been forced to marry? Fuck you.

Ok no. I know. She’s power hungry. Just dying to be queen. I quake in my boots when I read her POV, honestly. Never mind that she is not the one who makes or even influences the decision to betroth her to the prince. (Alright she does in the show. But hey, Arya of the show is a misogynist, Jon is an absolute moron and Tyrion is the good guy so I won’t put a whole lot of stock in show characterization.) Never mind that Sansa’s desire to marry a ‘prince’ is driven more by her romanticizing  and wanting to have a life like the songs, and less to do with power. But nooo. Sansa wants to marry a lord even as late as ASOS. She’s willing to marry Willas because he’s a lord. 

Right. Because it is so much more terrible for a girl to want to marry a rich, powerful, upper class guy to get her out of her current shitty situation where she is utterly powerless, than it is for a slave owning girl to order the massacre of 13-years-old, upper class children. People forget that their fave wouldn’t be the character she is now if she hadn’t been married off to a powerful man all the way back in the first book, who unwittingly gave her a position of power of her own for the first time in her life. Or there wouldn’t be any dragons, there wouldn’t be any khaleesi. Isn’t that how patriarchy works??? Fuck Sansa for daring to want what Dany got- control over her own life via marriage. 

I’m just so tired. The point of Sansa’s character is that she’s empathetic. She’s soft. She’s polite and courteous. She’s nice to Sandor when he doesn’t deserve it. She calls Jon half-brother because that’s the politest term she can use. She stands up for others (Dontos, the people right before the riot, Tommen, fuck she even warns the Tyrells about Joffrey) even when she’s at her most powerless. She cries and feels bad and prays for her abusers. She’s unwilling to play ‘the game’. She chooses to continue to believe in and place value in the songs and stories as ideals that deserve to be lived up to in the midst of a harsh reality that has driven lesser people to nihilism and bitterness. This is who she is. To dismiss these things for the sake of making her out to be some mean and petty little girl is to misunderstand her entirely. 

But who would deign to lower themselves to the perspective of a pre teen girly girl anyway, right? 

#sansa stark #sansa stark defence squad #anti daenerys #i guess #anti fandom maybe #someone recc me jonsa fics that don't butcher my girl #NOT #anti arya #tagging it anyway because apparently some people think I'm criticising arya??? #I'm not but ok