#i feel like i should apologize for drawing a spicy lol

[beskarfrog]

spicy dinluke below the cut

been waiting for you to get home

#dinluke #dinluke art #the mandalorian #digital art #i feel like i should apologize for drawing a spicy lol #not my usual brand #but the brainworm has been focused on the way a lot of dinluke ppl depict the emotional rawness of physical intimacy #the mortifying ordeal of being known when both of your space religions frame the way you connect with others emotionally and physically #and the touch starved aspect of likely having to be in a long distance relationship most of the time bc of your respective space jobs

[izepeche]

I am new to the strange obsession, but oh my gosh your works are amazing. I just want sinister strange to do whatever he wants and for me to say thanks afterwards.

I dunno what to say omg thank you thank you thank you love 🥺✨ im honestly surprised ppl still show up on my blog lol

I have so many things I wanna do but with my condition i can’t do much but i should be fully cleared to go home by tuesday ✨

but i agree. i was never really into Strange until this movie. i mean i love his design and ive drawn him many times before but idk he just didnt speak to me before now.

i have the filthiest shit to write and draw i am so vile and feral because of it but so is he. they knew exactly what they were doing when then designed him omfg. i have a HC that he’s really into bondage (including self bondage) and its killing me. its killing me that i cant write it all rn.

you did not ask for this, so i apologize in advance. but ive had this little thing rolling in my head so -

Sinister seems like he used to be a professor and its driving me crazy thinking about him in a AU being the low toned sort of teacher who everyone respects. never raises his voice (and doesnt have to) to get his pupils to behave because he’s also silently terrifying. you can hear a pin drop in his class, even when its a study period and he’s sipping his coffee and reading a book. could probably make a student cry without even trying, without even looking at them (tho he will glance to see the tears) and would secretly enjoy it because he’s a bloody bastard. takes no shit and is clearly passionate about teaching and I just wanna see him in glasses and at a desk fiddling with papers? like look-

In this Professor Sinister! AU id say he definitely smells like dark roast coffee and old books. wears a sort of musky, old timey smelling cologne with spicy citrus notes. keeps to himself, doesn’t really interact with the other professors, but may strike up a short conversation with maintenance or the cleaning staff in the evening. even though he’s a strict man he sports a more casual appearance than one would think. im thinking just regular slacks n shoes, rolled up sleeves to his forearms, usually wears a black turtleneck or dark button down shirt with a few too many buttons open if the AC is busted (again), thick salt and pepper hair slightly tussled as its been run through by his fingers because these fucking kids can’t even double space their essays how did they pass high-school.

crystal eyes lingering a bit too long on an unsuspecting pupil who is always well behaved and attentive. openly teases them to the point of hot embarrassment when they ask to be excused to the restroom, even though they asked so nicely and they really have to go. but ,” ah, ah, not until i say so.” “you know you just went 10 minutes ago” “you took too long last time”

purposefully writes comments on their papers ‘see me after class’, even if its the most well-written dissertation he’s read all year. he’s rather knowledgeable and will always find something to offer correction on. as ‘punishment’, he tells them to help him prepare for the next class by writing what he tells them on the chalkboard. this is when his usual low key tone, shifts to something else.

The professor not so subtly stares at them, scrutinizing their handwriting and how their dainty wrists move under his command. no, Professor Strange definitely does not get off to how they struggle when he asks them to write higher, up on their tip toes and a bit wobbly. he’ll make them erase a whole line if they make a single mistake in their penmanship (which is easy because of how tired and cramped they are getting). he’ll cruelly mock them, “are you getting distracted?” “we can try something easier if this is too hard for you” “why are you stopping, you’re not finished yet” “i mean, Jesus, it looks awful. but i guess if that’s the best you can do-“

and if he’s feeling particularly snippy he’ll snap a ruler on his desk to startle them, possibly messing them up further, barely bothering to stop the smile dancing on his lips. he still throws in a smart ‘thank you’ when theyre done that definitely doesn’t make up for his brash behavior. its hard to tell if his harsh interactions are serious or a ploy of flirtation, but its intense enough to get under the skin every time that they are completely flustered when they gather their things to leave his room.

its wrong to be tormenting his own innocent pupil like this- many would say the poor thing doesn’t deserve it and the professor's intentions aren’t noble. but its not wrong if they keep coming back, right? not that he gives a damn, nor gives them much of a choice; he’s not exactly a model on morality. besides, a man can have a little fun, no?

i just- love him. i love him i love him

as soon as i saw him i knew it was curtains for me. he is utter perfection because sinister is just so fucking broken and deliciously unhinged and loosely disguised as a quiet gentleman. i love the fact he’s self aware enough to know he’s a filthy bastard but he just. doesnt. care. and like great! neither do i sweetheart. id beg this man to break me, and like please sir call me all the names.

#sinister strange #dsmom #can you tell ive been waiting to be able to type again #but also thank you ✨ #im practically vibrating with need #im depraved #delusional #but not dehydrated #mcu #dr strange #sinister strange au #strange x reader

[shotorozu]

you like their hands

character(s) : shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou, monoma neito (2/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk left unmentioned

post type : headcanons + small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice] not even nsfw

note(s) : i was gonna put denki in this but i had a hard time thinking about what kinda hands he’d have, so i’m putting him in the next post

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shinsou hitoshi

his hands are big, and his fingers are quite thick.

really likes wearing rings and bracelets, but he usually doesn’t wear them when he’s working (i’d say that bc wearing jewelry while doing physical activity HURTS)

regarding texture, his hands were initially soft— but due to transferring in the hero course, they roughened up over time

he’ll use hand cream if you want, but he doesn’t go the extra mile. and his nails are trimmed at all times. painting his nails a black color would be great once in a while.

lol i forgot to mention nails in the last post

he notices right away that you like his hands when he catches you staring at them when he’s cracking his knuckles

like.. people have said that his hands are nice, but he doesn’t really say much about them bc they’re not you

scenario

a crack sound is briefly heard in the rather silent room. the scrolling on your phone halts, and your eyes follow the sound of the crack.

ah, he’s cracking his knuckles. you think to yourself, and you’re left just simply admiring the way he applies pressure on a knuckle. who knew that his rather— large hand would look appealing, even while cracking his knuckles.

you snap out of your observation, but instead of just simply going back to whatever you were doing, you’re met with lilac eyes. “you were staring again.”

your cheeks heat up, and you opt to just turn your head to the opposite direction. “sorry,” you apologize. however— that’s not what hitoshi was looking for apparantly.

“if you like my hands alot,” he scoots next to you, hands sliding up and down your arms— his firm grip practically making the pre existing butterflies in your stomach act up again. “then you should’ve said so, kitty.”

is he conscious of his actions? hm. you could say that

he’ll purposely play with his capture tool right in front of you— the material wrapping around his hand. and he can only laugh when you immediately get absorbed into it

the back of his hand will brush against your cheek. then, when he comes in to kiss you, he’ll cup your cheek— kissing you with his other hand resting at your nape

under the table, his hand will start to slide against yours, interlocking hands with you. he’ll act like nothing is happening, but on the inside— he’s taking in your reaction

a little spicy, but when he wants you to look at him— he’ll do that thing where his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, as it almost dips right into your mouth

if he feels a little extra, his hand will also be tugging on your hair (if you’re fine with that. otherwise, he’s sticking to the one above)

oh and he also does that thing where he rests his hand on your neck, thick fingers squeezing your throat lightly.

overall— THIS MAN omg, he’ll entertain your interest in his hand nicely, just for you. and every single thing he does is memorable

kirishima eijirou

his hands are quite normal regarding size, they are almost always veiny, a lot more than bakugou’s actually. i think at some point he was concerned about them

his hands are rather flushed in color, but that’s because of his quirk. his fingers have a few tiny scars here and there,

he occasionally has pen marks on his wrists due to bad penmanship, and his nails.. don’t look the best, but they’re not the worst it’s bc of his quirk

the palms of his hands are ridden with callouses. but he wears them with pride because it’s the pure evidence of his hard work with his training.

but he starts to get worried about them when he goes to hold your hand.

you always had a thing for kirishima’s hands, but you just never had the chance to tell him that. i guess asking you did it for him

scenario

did you even realize how hard you were staring at his hands right now? it happened every single time he enlaced his arms around you, his hands resting at the sides of your arms

at first, he thought it might’ve been because his hands are too rough, or you might’ve been in discomfort— because maybe, just maybe, he accidentally activated his quirk?

the fact that he can’t exactly tell what it is worried him, maybe he should just ask you.

but his worry washed off when you told him upfront that you ‘liked his hands’

“wait so.. you’re staring at my hands because you like them?” kirishima wants to confirm your words, and— so casually, by the way— nod in agreement.

tracing the veins on his hands, you elaborate “your hands are really nice, i can tell how hard you must’ve worked.” pressing your smaller hand against his, you smile.

eijirou takes a moment to process it, but it’s surprisingly quick. “oh t-thanks!” he sheepishly took the compliment, a small blush sporting on his cheeks. “i’m glad it wasn’t because you thought they were weird.”

kirishima unintentionally feeds your interest with his hands. like sometimes.. he’s just not aware of it, but yes— he is feeding your interest well

will always make you compare hand sizes with him, chuckling softly at the dazed look on your face when your palms touch

if you allow him, he’ll fix your hair for you. doesn’t matter what hair type you have, he’ll do LOTS of research to know how to style it

those hands are magical

if you get a papercut, or a wound from cooking— he’ll patch you up, then he’ll press a kiss on the bandaid.

he’ll do this thing where he’ll squeeze your sides when you pull in for a hug. but if you’re not okay with that, he’ll opt to just rubbing your back with his hand— rocking you softly as he hugs you

a little spicy, but his hands do wander a lot. you might need to even hold them in place to make sure they don’t go too wild

in addition to that, he’ll just SLIGHTLY, activate his quirk to make sure you’re conscious of his touch. his finger tips gliding against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

but of course, he’s careful. he doesn’t activate it to the point it causes scratch marks, nor will his actions draw blood. he doesn’t wanna do that

in short— kirishima’s a little clueless at first. he wouldn’t really tease you in public, but he’s surprisingly attentive to your interest.

monoma neito

his hands are on the tipping edge of slightly above average. he doesn’t have a lot of veins on his hands, but they do pop out depending on what quirk he’s using

monoma’s hands are pretty spotless of any scars (from cuts, abrasions, etc.) because he gets REALLY annoyed with wounds pretty easily

to the point he’d want to attend to the wound immediately, he doesn’t let them sit— it’s just a personal preference

his nails are at the perfect length. not too long and not too short to the point it hurts, you don’t know how he does it.

wears watches on his wrists, and not the digital type— he sorta acts like he can read it easily, but it takes him a few seconds to even get to know the time

you know this because kendo snitched on him and told you LOL

you secretly hate yourself for this, but you really like his hands because of how he takes care of them. you’d never tell monoma even though you’re dating him

scenario

you’re unsure of yourself on how your boyfriend— monoma, found out about your fascination with his hands. it was supposed to be a secret for the rest of your life, and you only remember talking about it once out loud

which you assumed was a close call, considering that you thought he didn’t hear it at all— but he did.

“so i heard you like my hands, huh Y/N?” monoma’s teasing tone does not aid the situation. your cheeks heat up with embarassment, and you can’t get yourself to answer his question— without sounding like a fool anyway.

you fake annoyance, “where’d that come from?” you ask, and monoma doesn’t seem to want to switch the topic

“i’m asking you a question, dear Y/N— i heard you like my hands,” his tone would’ve sounded condescending to any other person, but you can tell that he’s either genuinely curious

or just teasing you, because that’s how he is.

to aid his question, he brushes his fingers along your neck— near your pulse. you jolt, stunned by the sudden action— heart beating rapidly against your chest.

“see,” monoma presses his hand against your chest, where your heart is palpitating, grinning in a way that’s teasing you “it’s true, isn’t it? sweet Y/N has a thing for my hands, hm?”

you furrow your eyebrows, and flick his forehead— and he hisses in reaction, “fine then, i do like your hands.” you finally give in, admitting final defeat.

ever since then, you haven’t heard the end of it

definitely that person that’ll just randomly bring it up to you, no matter what hour of the day it is.

“oh Y/N, you were totally fawning over my hands earlier—”

“i will castrate you.”

you know he means well most of the time, but sometimes he just loves teasing the heck out of you.

but that doesn’t mean he neglects your obvious interest in his hands.

he’ll compliment you, he’s a snarky person in general— but to you, he’s totally smooth with it.

slides his hand from your forearm to your hands, only to bring them up to his lips, pressing a kiss against your hand

squeezes your hand everytime he sees you, it’s kind of a nonverbal greeting at this point

similar to kirishima, he likes comparing hand sizes— teasing you about the size difference (even if it’s not even a big of a difference, he’ll take that chance.)

does this thing where he rubs his thumb against his palm. does it a lot when he’s concentrated about something, or just out of the blue

a little spicy, but he’ll make you tell him what you like about his hands, and what you like about the things he does with those hands of his. if that makes sense

he wants all of the details, doesn’t care if it’s mundane, or things he does when he’s feeling a certain way.

he wants to know, because as soon as you’re done with your spewl, he’ll do exactly what you like, teasing you while he’s at it. and so he can start incorporating those habits whenever he’s around you.

totally someone that’ll make you suck on those fingers. oh, but he’ll purposely get some dessert on them— asking you to suck them off

“good grief, i got some dessert on my fingers again. Y/N, come suck them off”

sometimes he’s serious, sometimes he’s just teasing.

overall— it’s pretty adventurous. he starts to act on it as soon as the revelation is revealed to him.

but i’d say he does just fine.

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[hotwings0203]

Hello!!! Soooo I came up with a few headcanons for Muslim Bakugou, JajkjGhoA I can't wait to read your response! 😫🤲💖

Okay! So he is definitely the good husband who does house chores! He actually helps around the house, knows how to do all the chores, and all the other girls are so jealous of you lolll

He will make you the best food! He knows all your favourite dishes, and will spoil you with his cooking! Also he will make your favourite desserts as a form of apology for when he pisses you off or makes you upset

Will feed you when he's trying out new dishes, and when you're getting married during the mehndi, when you feed him laddu or gulab jamun, he will blush so hard but also holds your wrist to "guide" you, as everyone giggles and teases you two for being so flustered and blushy around each other

If you make his favorite dishes?? Like okay imagine you make his fav dish (after asking the bakusquad cuz he's hard to approach lol) and subtly give it to him or maybe get Kirishima to give it to him as you leave the mosque or arrive at some community party or something, homeboi will blush so hard and will not let anyone have even the tiniest bite of your cooking

As a thanks he will buy you churiyan! He will see you admiring them and will come up and awkwardly but gruffly ask you if you like that certain churiyan set (that is like a pretty red and gold) and when you say yes, he will proceed to buy it for you, and omg if the bakusquad see this, Denki and Sero will definitely tease him and be like you should put them on her! While you're like omg! Wait, the adults will see! And he just surprises everyone as he gently grabs your hand and puts them on you and just admires how soft your hands are, and how they fit in his hand, and thinks about how pretty they would look with a wedding ring on them, and you are just standing there blushing so hard, and when he sees you wearing those churiyan at other events he feels so proud and possessive and happy

Weak for your smile and laugh, and very protective of you, will blow someone's head off for making you upset or for disrespecting you. Your parents love him so much, will immediately say yes to the rishta! Also, his parents love you so much, you and Masaru are the calm to Bakugou and Mitsuki raging tempers lmfaoo

You're the only one who gets to see his soft side and soft while without being threatened with death loll lucky youuu~ Also! Everyone will tease him sooooo much for being soft for you, the girls and aunties always giggle when they see how soft he is with you when you guys are out in public and he won't deny it either loll

In public he's kinda reserved with pda, but likes it when you hold his hand or loosely hook your arm around his muscled arms. He will however, put an arm on your lower back to steer you away from an uncomfortable situation or will step in front of you to protect you

In private he will be cuddly, loves wrapping his arms around you, forhead kisses too! You will be a blushing, flustered mess as he leans down by your ear and teases you about it in his low gruff voice. Also just loves the feel of your soft body against his

Also! Omg say its eid or something, and you're getting your mehndi done, the bakusquad will push him to sit with you and help you since you're mehndi is still wet. He will gruffly compliment your mehndi design, will get you food and feed it to you, will softly but hesitantly brush your hair away from your face when he sees that its bugging you, and this will make your both blush, and omg he will have the softest look in this eyes at that moment, and his hand will linger by your pretty earnings, and will just gaze at your lips with a lustful gaze as you softly whisper thank you

When the mehndi dries, and Denki makes a comment about how dark and rich the color is and is like damn Bakugou you really have it bad for y/n huh? Both of you will be so flustered and while Bakugou chases Denki while yelling that hes gonna blow his head off, you just stand there will Mina and Ochako and giggle at his antics, and the girls will tease you about you have gotten Bakugou wrapped around your fingers and that you shouldn't be surprised when his parents approach your parents with a rishta

AunwQniwa anyways Muslim Bakugou will love you so much and cherish you and just RIP to your heart 😫😭💖

YO YES MY GAWD LETS ASSESS THIS MFKIN FOOD YOU JUST GAVE US

okay so 100% YES!! Y’all seen mitsuki? She ain’t havin none of that “I’m the only son so treat me like a king” bs. No no, our girlboss femdom Mistski Auntie has her two boys cookin and cleanin every weekend and massaging her feet, as she SHOULD!

These habits carry on to when he gets married also. His wife could be doing the dishes one day right after their wedding and he would walk by, peeking over her shoulder at her hand-to-sponge technique.

“You’re doing it wrong dumbass. Use the hard side to scrub the crumbs off and then the soft side to polish it.” He snatches the plate from your hands and starts vigorously rubbing it the way you couldn’t. You stare at him, flabbergasted that a mom in the desi community has actually succeeded in raising her son right.

“‘The fuck are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” you quickly say, stepping aside to let him work his magic. He merely grunts and picks up the next bowl.

In a moment of bravado, you lean over to kiss his cheeks. He stops scrubbing and just stares at the sponge in his hands, his face slowly going red as a beet.

When you two fight, you already know he’s gonna be yelling at the top of his lungs and stomping around the house, the explosions from his hands searing the furniture around you.

It’s enough to set you off and storm out of the house too. You need a fucking break, he can be so much to handle sometimes.

It’s around late evening that you come back in the garage from wherever you decide to cool off from. The house is silent and dark from the outside so you assume he fell asleep with the usual scowl on his face.

You sigh and drop your keys and purse on the counter, exhausted from the day’s drama. Form the corner of your eye you see a small candle on the kitchen table alight, and you walk over to put it out.

Except right in front of the candle, there’s a small plate of mithai(sweets) that has a note attached to it.

“Sorry for being an ass” is written in his chicken scratch writing. You smile and shake your head, taking a bite from the surprisingly well-made gulaab jamun.

It’s a good thing Katsuki hid Sato’s recipe in one of the cabinets before you came home.

And just like you said, the man is WHIPPED for your cooking. He’s always pulling you to the kitchen and lightly shoving you around the stove, gruffly telling you to add more spices that he knows you can recreate to a T.

Whenever the Bakusquad comes over to hang out, you try to cook the same way you know Katsuki likes (extra spicy), but for some reason on those exact days you can’t seem to find any of your special ingredients…

At other times maybe before your marriage, when he first began falling in love with you he would see you admiring a vendor’s churiyaan and earrings.

He would quietly walk up behind you maybe a foot or two away, observing how you fit the bangles on your wrist.

“I like the red ones on you,” he says lowly, making sure to dwindle down his usual aggressive tone.

You turn and gently smile at him. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because red is what brides wear.”

Your heart beats fast as he takes your wrist, oh so delicate compared to his callous large hands.

“And the silver makes me think of the ring I’ll have on you in no time soon.”

Bakugo closes his eyes in front of you and inhales, letting you know that everything about you draws him closer.

When you guys walk around a college campus or even in town, he’s always looking left and right shiftily, convinced that every man within a mile of you is trying to steal you away. He’ll stand in front of you when a guy asks you where a certain building is, he’ll glare at his friends when they get too rowdy and rough with you, but he still gets nervous for PDA. He knows how fast word travels around in desi communities so he doesn’t want to do anything in public, but fuck when he gets home he’s pinning you on the bed and resting his entire weight on you.

At eid as stated above^^ he’ll see you in your lengha or kurti and get INSANELY nervous and flustered at your beauty. The way you sit poised and laughing with Mina and ochako while your mehndi is being done makes his palms sweat and his armpits prickly. He has to wipe them on his kameez almost three times before taking one last look at you and walking away.

Well, at least he tries to walk away. He’s promptly sought out and grabbed by his three cronies, who drag him by nail and tooth towards you. No amount of swearing and growling threats to ‘blow their ass up so bad people will piecing them back together for weeks” stops them from bringing him closer to you.

“Yeah yeah, you said that already,” Denki smirks and playfully zaps his ass so that he helps and lurches forwards towards you.

The commotion makes the girls look up and wave excitedly when they spot the rowdy men.

You bite your lip and give Bakugo a meek little grin, which makes steam curl from his ears.

“Heyyy ladiesss, got room for one more?” Sero drawls and throws an arm over the simmering grenade of a man.

“Hmm,” Mina mockingly contemplates for a minute before she slowly starts to get up, uraraka following pursuit. “Not at the moment, but maybe we could make some room…” she tackles Bakugo and Kirishima also kicks the back of his knees so that he folds cleanly into the chair next to you.

You look bewildered at everybody while they snicker at Bakugo’s vermillion face.

He glared at them and after an oblivious moment or two they get the hint and wink before backing off.

“So, uh, how long have you been getting your hand done for?”

You grin at his inexperience with these kinds of things, but still indulge him.

“About 25 minutes or so.”

“25 min-“ his eyes grow wide and the whole hall turns to him as he screams at your poor designer for making you ‘sit on her cute ass for such a goddamn long time. And why the hell doesn’t she have food yet??’

At least he thought you were cute

💓💓

#Muslim Bakugo #desi Bakugo #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bakugo fluff #hot moots

[chaoticgoodlawyerwrites]

Oops, managed to finish the first chapter of the sequel (for this) today. Will probably post tomorrow after some editing, but here's a sneak peak for folks who actually look at this blog lol.

[...]

Shen Qingqiu had an internal freak out about that for a while and had only talked himself down in time for dinner. To his surprise, Luo Binghe came in at his usual time with a smile on his face. “Good evening, Shizun.”

“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu jumped up and was by the boy’s side before he could blink. “We need to talk.”

Luo Binghe blinked at him in surprise, startled but not bothered by his urgency as Shen Qingqiu closed the door and threw up a sound barrier. “This one is at Shizun’s disposal. This one hopes it was not too presumptuous, but there is an extra set of dishware to allow for this one to speak at length with Shizun over dinner as this one no longer sleeps here to linger late.”

“Of course, of course. Binghe is always welcome to eat with me. And you can stop that; the barrier’s up.”

Luo Binghe beamed at him before he looked away to set up the table for their dinner. “I thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask, A-Yuan.” Cute bun, Shen Qingqiu thought before shaking that thought away. “What would A-Yuan like to speak about?”

Shen Qingqiu sighed as he sat at his usual spot at the table, Luo Binghe taking the side adjacent to his own rather than across from him. “Unfortunately, it’s about my visit to Mu Qingfang today.” He looked down and it was like it was his first time actually seeing the food in front of him. “Oh, Binghe! This looks wonderful, not that that’s a surprise; everything you make is delicious.”

“Thank you, but perhaps A-Yuan should try it before giving out compliments so easily,” Luo Binghe said, unable to hide his pleasure at the statement as he put some pork and vegetables into Shen Qingqiu’s bowl.

The first bite didn’t disappoint, the spicy-sweet-savory of the flavors bursting over his tongue in a wave, just the right amount of heat to give it character but not leave him scrambling for the rice. “Absolutely perfect, Binghe! You really could open a restaurant with your recipes,” Shen Qingqiu said, missing the way Luo Binghe had started staring at him as he completely forgot about what they were supposed to be talking about and dug in.

Shen Qingqiu paused when he realized Luo Binghe wasn’t eating and took the time to put some of the vegetables and cuts of meat he knew the boy preferred into his bowl. “What is Binghe waiting for? Eat, eat.”

“…Would A-Yuan like to talk later, then?”

“Oh… right.” Shen Qingqiu sighed and took a moment to chase down his last bite with some tea. “Seems a shame to ruin such a meal, but Binghe was right about us having limited time. You should still eat, however; you had a busy day.

“First, how did your move go? Are you settled in?” Shen Qingqiu’s voice became more subdued the more he talked. “No problems, right?”

“Everything is fine, A-Yuan. I will miss sleeping here, but you needn’t worry about me. People still are looking at me strangely, but I doubt that’s going to stop anytime soon.”

Shen Qingqiu sighed. “About that. I’m afraid the staring may get worse after my visit with Mu Qingfang today…

“Binghe, I want to start by apologizing.” Shen Qingqiu shot him a sharp look to stop the immediate protest that came from Luo Binghe’s mouth. “No, I’m serious. I made a plan to talk to Mu Qingfang about my… previous poisoning that did not adequately take into account how it would affect you. In truth, I was too embarrassed to talk to you about it because of… what the cure entailed. You had said that you knew and I didn’t want to push. In an effort to make sure no one looked too far past the surface to land on the fact that you’re not entirely human, I tried to draw attention to myself. My shortsightedness meant that Mu Qingfang summoned you for questioning without warning and that I have no idea how whatever information that leaks evolves to come back to you.

“I was trying to protect you but just ended up leaving you out of a decision that you probably could have helped with and with an outcome that directly impacts you. That’s not okay, and I’m sorry.”

Luo Binghe sighed beside him and a hand grabbed his. “A-Yuan is punishing himself too harshly. Though this Binghe appreciates the apology, I’m not upset. A-Yuan is forgetting that we grew up in different worlds and the actions he took sound perfectly reasonable, if a little too self-sacrificial to me. I will always prefer working with you, especially on something that involves my being a demon, but A-Yuan has no need to apologize.

“In fact, this Binghe is more worried about whatever A-Yuan felt the need to divulge about himself than anything else. What did A-Yuan say?”

Shen Qingqiu flushed, “That’s definitely not appropriate dinner conversation!”

Luo Binghe was still holding his hand. “Would A-Yuan tell this Binghe after dinner, then? He does not have to.”

“I… maybe.” Shen Qingqiu was flustered, torn between not wanting to talk about it with Luo Binghe but not wanting him to hear about it from someone else either. “I am tired and may not feel up to it.

“Okay.” Luo Binghe squeezed his hand one more time than released it. “And A-Yuan need not worry about my conversation with Mu-shishu. It was pretty straightforward.”

“It was?” Shen Qingqiu started eating again, happy to have the air clear between them.

“Yes. He asked what I knew about the cure and, knowing to keep my heritage a secret, I said that Yuan-ge had told me it required dual cultivation with me. When he asked, why me, I just said that we were fated to be together and that’s why it worked… A-Yuan?”

Shen Qingqiu was lucky he had yet to put his next bite in his mouth because he otherwise would have choked on it. His mind was static at the moment, completely turned to the wrong station to pick up this frequency.

Binghe had told Mu Qingfang what?

#svsss fic #can't we just skip to the end #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #bingqiu #it's just a snippet folks but woo wee the drama in this one 👀 #was really fun to do cucumberplane friendship in this chapter too #and those details shen yuan shared with MQF? gee wonder what that's about

[magalidragon]

Ice is Hot Too | another drabble

Woooot, back to Madam Dany we go-- this is another drabble in the Ice is Hot Too universe, in the drabble collection Frostbite and Burns.  It’s in answer to an ask from @aenarsnow​ that I did NOT forget about, but I accidentally answered it so I can’t find the ask anymore, lol, but I did remember it!  It’s for the prompt “Prove it” and is spicy spice.  

This is set after the angst-filled drabble “Melting” I did for these beans, which is why it is sexy and also ends with some fluffy happiness.  But no, Robb isn’t in this one, maybe the next one, lol, I just love this GIF.

Jon Snow was annoying her.

She was furious with him.  Furious that he dared leave their house this morning looking the way he looked, all beautiful in his crisp tailored gray suit, his boots shiny and his curls luscious.  Furious he smelled like the mix of spearmint gum, faint scent of his e-cigarette, and the pine fresh of his shampoo.  Furious he hadn’t tugged those curls back into the knot he usually kept them in at work and they hung free around his fine face, his beard dark and rather messy as he hadn’t been to the barber for a cleanup in a week or so.  

There was also the drawl in his voice, the burr of his accent, when he spoke with Missy, Tyrion, Varys, and the other members of the company.  She left the room at one point, too annoyed to carry on.  There was the other time when he’d had to call a couple clients, dress them down for trying to pressure the boys into sexual conduct when they were not within any rights to do so if they didn’t want to.  He was so firm with them, but polite, and of course they apologized.  They just really loved her boys, after all.

She sulked, waiting for him to finish, for everyone to leave, and the door to close behind Missy, who smirked at her knowingly.  She cocked her head at her best friend, appalled she would think such things.  Who am I kidding, she knows us too well.

Jon glanced over at her across the conference room table.  She didn’t like coming to the main offices here at the tower in downtown Kings Landing, she preferred the darkness of her lair in the Dragonpit.  “I think that went well,” he said, closing his laptop.  “And we’ve secured the generous donation from Olenna too.”  He scowled.  “I’ll have to thank Robb for that one.  No doubt he convinced Margaery to convince her.”

“Hmm.”

“Before I forget, we have Arry’s school play tonight.”  He beamed, proud father that he was.  “She’s so excited, she gets to play Aegon the Conqueror.”

“Hmm.”

He glanced sideways, brow furrowing.  “What’s your problem?  You’ve been bratty all afternoon.”

“Do you ever get sick of the sound of your own voice?” she snapped.  She couldn’t explain why she was just so testy. Her mood had been shifting so rapidly lately.  Nothing made her happy.  Everything pissed her off.  She’d fucking cried when Jorah had to stop the car this morning because a fucking deer jumped across the road.

He drew back, lip curling, wolf-like.  “Do you?”

“No.”

He pushed his laptop and folders aside, drawing himself up, walking around the edge of the table, advancing on her.  “You’ve been pissy.  You want me to make you feel better?”

“You can’t,” she huffed; she wasn’t sure why.  She crossed her legs, her heel dangling off her foot.  She scowled up at him.  He was part of the problem; he couldn’t make her feel better.  Looking the way he looked.  Talking the way he talked.  She slouched further in her seat.  

“I bet I can.”

She eyed him.  “Oh?”

“Hmm,” it was his turn to murmur.  He reached up for his tie, loosening it.  He slipped his jacket off, neatly hanging it on an opposite chair and yanked off the tie.  He set it down over the jacket.  In his crisp black shirt and suspenders, he looked good enough to eat.  He smiled again, wolfish, and knelt in front of her.  He pushed her knees apart.  “I think I can.”

“Prove it,” she sneered.  

His fingers danced along her legs, reaching under her skirt.  He snapped her garters, the clasps stinging her bare skin.  She shivered but gave him no satisfaction.  He leaned down, kissing the inside of her calf, slowly stroking along the underside of her legs.  “You were like this last night too,” he murmured, his gray eyes fixed on hers, unblinking.  “Care to share?”

“No,” she pouted.  It was so stupid and she hated herself for feeling like such a foolish girl.  She sniffed at him.  “Are you going to get to it?”

“My, my, my, the dragon really is upset.”

“Put your tongue to good use then and stop talking.”

So he did.  It was never the same, she would give him that much, sliding in the chair as he teased her.  That tongue of his should come with a warning label, perhaps even a patent on it.  She needed to trademark it.  She wasn’t sure how he did it, his fingers tight on the insides of her thighs, holding her apart, one of her legs hiked up and resting on the table, the other over the arm of the chair, one heel off and the other scraping atop the glass tabletop.  She grabbed hold of her knee, for something to hold, to dig her fingers into, while her other hand clutched his curls.  She babbled in Valyrian, almost begging him, but staved off—he knew what those words meant, and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.  

“Jon,” she exclaimed, when he edged off of her, she cried, tears trickling down the corners of her eyes, furious with herself.  He toyed with her, over and over, almost to the brink before he rocked back on his heels, licked his lips like the wolf finishing his dinner, and then dove back in again.  When his fingers joined, she couldn’t handle it, fucking his hand and riding at his face, almost slipping clear off the chair to the floor.

He moaned against her cunt, working her over, jaw moving as he suckled her clit and fucked her with his tongue, drinking up all her desire for him, and crooking his fingers along her silken walls, searching along the nerves for the ones that would send her flying.  He certainly did, her climax hard, brutal, and smothering out any sound she could make, her eyes clenched shut as she came.  

Then the tears came, but she didn’t know why.  She slipped right off the chair into his arms, sobbing against him.  “I hate you,” she mumbled into his shirt, wiping her eyes with the lapels.  “And I don’t know why, because I love you too.”

He gathered her in his arms, kissing her hair.  “I love you too, you’re just tired, come on.  You’re working too hard.”

She sniffed, attributing the strange mix of her emotions to that.  He helped her up, back into her shoes, her stockings shoved into the pocket of his suit jacket.  She leaned against him, her knees a little wobbly still.  “You proved it,” she mumbled, trying not to smile.  

He smirked.  “Thought I did.”

They left the conference room, Tyrion giving her a disgusted look, while Missandei just shook her head.  Her best friend walked with them, passing her a small shopping bag.  “I took the liberty of stopping at the drugstore and picking you up something…might make you feel better.”

“Thanks Missy.”  Dany didn’t think much of it, until they got home.  She wondered what it was.  Just some aspirin?  She opened the bag, staring into it, eyes wide.  Oh fuck.

Several minutes later, she stared at the object in her hand.  She smiled to herself, tears trickling down her face.  She hadn’t allowed herself to think it again.  Just in case…well…in case it happened again.  Why did they call this?  A rainbow baby, she thought with a watery smile, her hand pressing to her belly.  She took a deep breath and towed the test away, going to lay down.  She had to think about some things.  And they had a play to attend.

That night, after tucking Arry in, she went back to her room, Jon taking off his watch and sitting on the edge of the bed.  “She go down easy?  She was exhausted.”

“Hmm.”  She crawled across their big bed to him, kissing his shoulder, whispering.  “I love you.”

He smirked.  “Yeah?  What’d you say to me earlier?  Prove it.”

“Oh I think I can.”  She reached for the nightstand and took out the box, leaning over and dropping it into his hands.  

It took him a moment to realize what it was.  He whipped his head up, eyes wide, smile beaming.  “Really?”

“Really,” she giggled, pulling him down onto her.  “Now prove to your baby mama that you love me, Jon Snow.”

He laughed, kissing her hard.  “Oh I certainly will.”

#jonerys drabble #jonerys #reply #aenarsnow #ice is hot too drabble #spicy goodness with side of marshmallow fluff

[emptypringlescanister]

New Perspective: Chapter 4

Idk if this can be classified as slow burn anymore lol.

We reached a spicy chapter everyone. Admittedly, I’ve never really written a smut chapter before so hopefully it seems ok.

Tom Nook x Reader

Words: 1257

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Spoilers for Animal Crossing: New Horizons

Smut is under the cut, see the ending for the tag list. 

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Animal Crossing: New Perspective

Chapter 4

             Morning brought knocking on your fabric door, rousing you from a wonderful dream about catching butterflies. Slinking out of the tent with a horrible case of bedhead, you glared wearily at the figure. Tom Nook stood before you, looking quite amused with your current state of being. “Tom,” you yawned, “Someone better be dying since you thought it was such a wonderful idea to wake me up.” Nook chuckled at you, tail swishing calmly back and forth. “I do apologize, but I have a matter in which I would love your assistance. If you don’t mind, that is.” You stared at him, brain still cranking along at half speed. “Well, come in then.” You turned and waved him into your tent.

           Back in this blissfully darker interior of the tent, you flopped back onto your tent with a grunt. Nook took a seat in a folding chair as you wrapped yourself back up in a blanket burrito. “So what can I help you with, Tom?” you asked, combing your hair through your fingers. “Ah, yes,” Nook straightens up. “Thanks to all of the materials you and the children collected the other day, Timmy and Tommy have decided to open up their own shop! Therefore, as Resident Representative, it falls to you to decide where to have it built.”

“Oh, well that shouldn’t be too much of a problem.” You emerged from your blanket cocoon, a little more ready to face the day at that point. “From the look on your face though, there must be something else to this.”

Nook smiled sheepishly. “I admit, as knowledgeable about construction as I might be, the mechanical resources for such are in a bit of short supply. As such, it falls to our own hands to build such things for now. In time, we will have such resources, but not now. Ah, I’m rambling. What I mean to say is, I would like your assistance in building it as well.”

           That surprised you. “I’d love to Tom, but I don’t exactly know how construction works.”

           “Oh, but with my assistance, there is no doubt in my mind that we will finish the job perfectly.”

             ‘Well, If you insist,” you giggle. “I suppose that means I have to get ready for the day.” You stretch, but in doing so, your shirt rides up, showing off your midriff. Nook’s gaze was immediately trained on the strip of skin, and blushes hotly under his fur. His tail swishes once, and you look up, locking eyes with him.

“I ah, should leave you to it then…” Nook says, but makes no move to get up from the chair. Seeing the dark gaze in his eyes causes you to blush as well. The relationship between you two was unnamed and tentative, but the playful part of you wants to see just how far you could push things. You stood from your cot and bent over to rummage through your bag, taking just a little longer than necessary. You could feel Nook’s gaze almost piercing through you. You straightened up and fiddled with the buttons of your sleep shirt. Nerves cause your fingers to shake, but you proceed in unbuttoning it all the way. Your gazes lock together again as you slip the shirt off your shoulders and toss it in the corner. Nook’s tail twitches as he leans forward in his seat, pupils blown wide. Your shorts soon join your shirt in the corner. Nook’s eyes rake up and down your body, blush still raging on his face as well as yours. “Far be it from me to complain,” Nook gulps, “But did I happen to do something to deserve such a show?”

           You shrugged, not trusting your voice to speak without squeaking. Tom stood from his chair and walked steadily over to you. The cramped interior of the tent made it a short walk, but one that still felt like it took ages. His arms encircled you, fur rubbing against bare arms with a delicious friction. His nose nuzzled into your hair, sniffing deeply as if he was trying to commit your scent to memory. His hands wandered your body, marveling in your soft skin. You shivered slightly; physical contact was something you had been missing for a long time. You didn’t realize how much you missed it. “Tom,” you gasped; his tail lashed, and he pushed you back towards your cot. Knees hitting the edge, your legs buckled, and you fell dragging Tom with you. Your lips connect, and the kiss you share is heavy and lingering.

           Everything outside the tent fell away, and the only thing you could focus on was the delicious feeling of Tom pressed against you, kissing you, touching you. His hands slide further down your body to your waist, and your hips jerk at the light touches. Your hips brush against the waistline of his pants and he pulls away from the kiss to gasp out a moan. Your eyes trail down to see a sizable tent in Tom’s pants. He certainly wasn’t lacking in that department, and to say that you were excited was an understatement. A thought entered your mind and you smirked. Noticing this, Tom pulled back from the kiss, a strand of saliva still connecting your lips. “What is that look for?” he asked.

           You hook your leg around him and twist, forcing his body down to sit on the cot instead, and you settled on his lap. He grunted in surprise, but his hands automatically went to your waist to hold you securely. You ground your hips into his, the new position allowing you free reign in controlling your movements. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” Tom groans out as you thread your fingers through his fur. His erection presses against your stomach through his pants and God do you want it inside you. Almost shyly, you reach down and unzip his pants, reaching in and stroking Tom’s cock. He hisses at the contact, his bucking into your warm hand. Soft moans fall from his mouth as you stroke him, eventually pulling his cock fully out of his pants. His hands grip your ass tightly, and his fingers dip below the waistline to pull down your underwear. “Ah shit, Tom wait.” You say, and he pulls back immediately. “What, are you alright?” He asks, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. “No, I’m fine, it just that I don’t have any lube or condoms with me.” Tom curses under his breath. Seeing disappointment on his face, but still feeling his obvious hardness in your hand, you start stroking his cock again.

           His head falls to the crook of your shoulder and you can feel his breath coming out in hot pants. Curses spill from his lips and his tail swishes against the blankets. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear as you hold him, hands still pleasuring him. “Please,” he groans, “I’m so close, please.” You speed up your hand and he cums with a low groan, spilling his seed all over your hand.

           A comfortable silence stretches between you two as you go through the motions of cleaning up and getting redressed. As you straighten from putting your shoes on, Tom pulls you into another kiss, a sweet, chaste one this time. He pulls back and rests his forehead on yours, gazing into your eyes. “It may be a bit late of me to ask this,” he chuckles softly, “but would you perhaps consider becoming mine?”

           You grin and wrap your arms around him. “I would love nothing more.”

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Dang. Short chapter unfortunately, but don’t worry! This is not the last chapter! There will be more! Hopefully this wasn’t too bad of a chapter.

Thanks everyone so much for reading! If you’d like, go check out my other works on my page. My uploading schedule is a little inconsistent thanks to my work schedule, but i’m trying to upload as often as I can.

Requests are open!! Send me a message or send me an Ask. Ask if you want to be added to the tag list!

Tag list for New Perspective @accio-zara    @themagpiewitchescorner    @hentaiqween101 @quesopotato   @moonrocket3   @mookoo-draws @cari0

#animal crossing #New Horizons #Animal Crossing New Horizons #tom nook #tom nook x reader #nook inc

[myriadimagines]

Can I have a MCU ship pls? (prompts 7 & 36)xx. I’m a straight girl. I’m v/ shy around strangers but friendly, once I start a conversation I’ll probably be fine. Around friends and family, I’m a chill laidback openminded person who makes ppl laugh. I’m decent at comebacks & pretty sarcastic .I’m very empathetic, friendly,loyal & would do anything to help those close to me. I get flustered by compliments (not in a bad way). (1/2) 🇮🇪

Likes: singing, music, drawing, reading. Dislikes: the dark (rlly bad phobia), spicy food &presentations. I’m pretty logical and observant but emotions can and will play into my decisions. I’m bilingual, an introvert and have a short temper (not proud of it :/) and I do end up apologizing first lol. (2/2) Congratulations on your milestone! xx🇮🇪

Characters: Reader x Tony Stark

Warnings: swearing

Prompt: 07. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” & 36. “You’re amazing!”

Word Count: 498

A/N: thank u so much love!!! i hope u like it x

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

You find Tony holed up in the study, the faint blue glow of his hologram illuminating his face as he studies it. You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder, mumbling, “Come to bed. It’s late.”

“I will, I will,” Tony pats your arm, leaning back into you. He chuckles slightly, shaking his head, before explaining, “I just wanted to try this one thing out. Probably won’t be anything.”

You glance at the simulation, unable to comprehend any of it, but knowing what it’s about. Turning your face to look at Tony, you ask, “Time travel?”

Tony presses his lips together, nodding. Ever since seeing Steve, as much as Tony wishes he could ignore it, a small, nagging feeling has been bothering him, the feeling that he should help even though he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to lose all he has, the life he’s always dreamed of having, but with the fate of the universe on Tony’s shoulders, he knows he has a bigger responsibility. Turning his attention back to the simulation, Tony instructs, “Model it in the shape of a Möbius strip. Inverted, please.”

F.R.I.D.A.Y. gets to work, manipulating the shape before as Tony can feel you hold your breath. Your arms fall away from him, and you lean up against the table, holding Tony’s face in your hands as you force him to look at you. Quietly, you ask, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“It’s just one idea, then I’ll pack it up.” Tony tries to reassure you, but you frown slightly.

“I know you, Tony.” you sigh, and Tony’s expression falters ever so slightly. “Once you get started, you won’t be able to stop.”

Tony nods slightly, before looking away, unable to meet your gaze. You turn as the both of you watch F.R.I.D.A.Y. work the simulation. Tony reaches out, spinning the model slightly, before saying, “Give me that eigenvalue. That, particle factoring, and a... spectral decomp. That will take a second.”

F.R.I.D.A.Y. factors in Tony’s instructions, and you reach for Tony’s hand, giving it a squeeze as the both of you watch in suspense. Tony anxiously drums his fingertips against the table, and your eyes widen as red lettering appears above the model.

MODEL SUCCESSFUL.

Tony staggers back, in complete shock as you clasp your hand over your mouth. Tears well in your eyes, joyful tears, hopeful tears, and you turn to Tony as he splutters, “Shit!” 

You practically leap onto Tony, throwing your arms around him as Tony laughs, clinging to you as you bury his face into his shoulder, “You’re amazing!”

You and Tony turn to look at the model, as if making sure you both didn’t imagine seeing it, and you look back at Tony. You nod at him, and he smiles, a newfound determination lighting up his eyes, and he knows what he has to do.

#marvel imagine #avengers imagine #tony stark imagine #marvel drabble #avengers drabble #tony stark #tony stark drabble #imagine #imagines #reader insert #drabble #drabbles #9k celebration #anonymous

[allbeendonebefore]

I was kind of under the impression that this is just a widespread thing in Alberta, especially because of the Angus Reid fractured federation survey (I cant include the link here, but you can Google it, its from January 24th 2019). When got back into Hetalia, I imagined the dynamics kinda changed to this, which would be pretty bad tbh. I hope its not that aggressive in Alberta, I will never be able to go check tho, too expensive :( I loved the bad french btw

i see you guys sending these asks super late at night and i wonder whether any of you sleep - idk where you’re writing from and i may be on the west coast but are you guys ok wherever you are? I just woke up but I have my tea and if I’m not caffeinated now I surely will be as I answer this.

I’m sure I’ve seen the survey you’re speaking of before and before I address it in any specific detail I just want to back up and re frame Why I’m Being Like This in regards to recent events and my orientation towards answering these questions in terms of Hetalia the way I do, because I think it’s the heart of how I answer.

the tldr of it is:

1. I have an opportunity to make interpretations of reality in unexpected and challenging ways, therefore widespread opinions don’t govern anything but my stupid gag comics in the simple sense that if everyone was represented by widespread opinion alone all the time, nothing would change and

2. if i can answer dozens of asks about ralph and oliver hanging out there’s absolutely no reason I can’t answer asks about ralph and jean hanging out, lol.

3. If you’d like a shorter, more concise “vision statement”, I have one on @battle-of-alberta here. (although now I notice the links don’t work on mobile so you’ll have to be on desktop for that one)

I’m assuming this will be long so cut time

(and yes, alas, the bad french is my legacy and I’m afraid it has not improved much although i swear i was an A student when i was actually taking it) (and no please don’t visit now, purely for pandemic reasons, it would be really expensive And you’d have a bad time) (and talking to me is free lmao) (I do not mean to say that you need to have feet on the ground to understand a place at all, i mean, at the moment I don’t lol)

headings because I say a lot

what even is hetalia

At the most basic level, Hetalia is a tool that can be used in a variety of ways. It can be for memorization, current politics at a glance or historical relationships in different settings. I use it for all of these things, of course, I certainly use it a lot in comics that take place in the much more distant past in @athensandspartaadventures. When I was writing that, I was in undergrad and AaSA was a tool to help me pass my exams, I didn’t think of how it might be read or interpreted by people who have lived in or experienced those places these days, or what kind of political and cultural tensions it might reveal. (Not to say that it has gotten me into sticky situations, exactly, but I am more aware of where things like that would arise now).

These days I look back on a lot of my experiences - both in IAMP/Hetalia and just as a person, and I think that if Hetalia is a tool it should be used with some awareness of intention and responsibility. Things in the fandom have changed as it became more mainstream and more well known and I think there’s a definite worry about screwing up or not representing Everything or not pleasing Everybody or not doing it Right. I have a simple, insufferably academic principle.

(That said, yes, you can still do it very wrong if you write a methodology.)

Still, it’s a comfort to me that I’m just doing the things the way I say I’m going to do them, and that is the underpinning of Inspired But Not Constrained By Hetalia. I don’t do things Himaruya’s way, I can’t do things the way IAMP would do them if it were running today because it’s not and things have changed, all I can do is do them how I would do them.

I have hurt people in the past because they sometimes couldn’t tell whether I was writing From an Albertan Perspective or not, and I’ve evoked some preeetty spicy comments over the last decade, and I realized that tone and perspective are something that really shapes how people understand and interact with my work and I’m trying to use that understanding in a conscientious way)

what even is alberta

So when you’re me and you’ve grown up in a province that is the Angriest in the country and the most Misunderstood in the country and the most Entitled in the country and nobody outside of maybe Saskatchewan has a good thing to say about you half the time and maybe you’re tired of that... you get kind of depressed thinking about how every year some kiddo comes on the internet ready to be excited about making or celebrating characters that represent themselves and No Matter Where They Go running into everyone else’s negative impressions first and foremost.

We joke about how everyone hates Toronto, though I’ve always understood it in a teasing way because I’ve never ACTUALLY met someone (outside of our current legislative assembly) who REALLY hates Toronto, but it does feel like I’ve encountered (directly or indirectly) people who do Genuinely hate Alberta and hoo boy is That a strange feeling. I mean, there’s an understanding that BC also ‘hates’ Alberta but half the people in BC are originally from Alberta so it’s a, uh, different feeling.

The story of Alberta from everywhere else is always the story of that Angus Reid article and the memes and comments and listicles that spin out around mainstream media. Alberta is giving too much. Alberta is getting too little. Alberta is too stupid to understand that equalization payments are a good thing actually, and Alberta is too dumb to understand you don’t really need EI if you make enough money in six months to own a house and multiple vehicles Just Because you own a house and multiple vehicles. Alberta is destroying the environment for everybody. Alberta has a huge concentration of white supremacists. Alberta is the Texas of Canada* and has the conservative streak and bible belt to match. Alberta should get annexed by the US. Oh, but Banff! We like Banff, though.

And like I said, politicians use these widespread feelings to stir up the sentiments of people who can’t afford to travel, people who are naturally suspicious of mainstream news, people who have barely even left their hometowns let alone the province and have no other means of validating what they hear, but people who’s emotions are genuinely tied to real feelings of alienation that really exist and HAVE existed for generations. And when the so-called “laurentian elites” in ontario and quebec make fun of them for being uneducated red necks, well, you hit a wasps nest and expected what, exactly?

what even am i doing

And like I’m faced with this question every day I decide to pick up my stylus and badger you all with unsolicited comics: do I want this to continue? Do I want to wear the mask that fits? Do I want to stand aside and say #notallalbertans #notlikeotheralbertans and stand over here on the island** patting myself on the back for not? being? there? Do I say yes, you’re right, and stand aside and watch loud mouth white supremacists co-opt wexiters and let them lead the perception of the province I grew up in just because that is what’s currently happening? Do I acknowledge the widespread sentiment and then pick apart every other province to say Well Actually You’re Equally Problematic Hypocrites, So There?

Obviously I’ve been saying no for a while. I’m perfectly happy to acknowledge the reality and when I draw stupid gag comics like this or this you can tell (hopefully) from my style that it’s tongue and cheek. When I draw less stupid not-gag comics like this or this I am trying to explore the Real Sentiments in a way that doesn’t completely polarize the issue and spin it out of control. I’m more of the opinion that even though Current Sentiments do get in the way that as personifications they 1. have some perspective and as people they 2. have some interest in not throwing out a friendship that was a struggle to build up every time the polls change or some new radical party seizes power. I do a lot of research and I want that to be reflected in my understanding of each characters deep seated beliefs and motivations, but I don’t want to let either the history or the current realities dictate the future if I am going to try to do that myself. 

why even am i doing it for

So like really the heart of the matter is: I am writing what I write for my thirteen year old self. She was the me who moved back to Canada from the United States, who’s first introduction to living there was a hellish surge of nationalism after September 11th. Who’s defense against that was to hide behind a shield of Canada is Better, Actually and who returned to Alberta during the boom years to realize that, oh wait, the rest of the country thinks we’re assholes just like they think the United States is. Who spent her teenage years learning that, boom or bust, the widespread sentiment in and out of the province is just as narrow, shortsighted, self interested, and stubborn as her own fiction of What Canada Was Supposed to be Like. Who learned that propping up that image at the expense of her friendships was not worth it, that propping up that image at the expense of people who are suffering and dying under that image is not worth it. Who found herself rehashing the same sort of gut reaction defensiveness online because the Guilt and Apologizing on behalf of her province compared to others felt Really Heavy for a kid who didn’t have any clue what to do about it and was just there to have fun and learn some stuff.

So I’m writing for anyone else who finds themselves exhausted and saddened by coming online and seeing that the only way that people can imagine Alberta is as an antagonist. I’d like to challenge everyone to start to imagine it better. It’s my little “escape” from reality, and for me it’s much easier to talk to people here where the stakes aren’t as high and the grievances a little less personal.

I’m also writing (in a more secondary way) for everyone who’s ever looked at alberta from afar and wondered What is going On inside your Head and is it always This

(no comment at this time)

as always, I’m here to explain At The Very Least what goes on in My head because at the end of the day, that’s all I can do. And though there are some things that make me angry and emotional, I’m happy to explain why. Happy to answer asks or chat on discord or whatever, any time I have the time. :)

footnotes

*This is just a footnote to say something I didn’t want to interrupt the flow of my comments, but this is an annoyance that me and my Texas Tomodachi share lol

**You’ll notice angry Albertans online have a favourite tactic, and that’s pointing out hypocrisy. They can justify A N y T h I n G by calling another province a hypocrite “so there” (i.e. BC can’t claim to be environmentally conscious because of Victoria’s sewage problem or Site C) - and while I am interested in shattering the image of Alberta vs. the Perfect Rest of Canada a little bit, I feel like it’s a very lazy argument that is used to deflect and not to help. I think it is more useful to unpack the sentiment of Why Alberta Still Feels Taken Advantage of rather than mudslinging, and when the mud starts flying no one seems interested in addressing problems anymore.

#hapo rambles #hapo replies #hapo rants #yeah y yeah alberta #projectcanada #iammatthewian #pc: alberta #iamp: alberta #Anonymous #will i actually directly address the survey #maybe later but i have other stuff to do #you can remind me

[bluescarletdiamond]

Tharntype the Series: Ep. 7 Review

Y'all I’ve been sad all day so lets GET THIS BREAD I haven’t seen any spoilers apart from what was shown in the preview so IM HELLA EXCITED

Section 1

Cute lil techno omfg

I love how he called them over

Omfgjsjdjdj techno saw that shit

Girlfriend??? Oh shit lmao I just realized

Lmao he ain’t talking to her anytime soon

TYPE SAID SOME 😳

THARN SAID SOME ☕️☕️

TECHNO’S FACE AFTER THE OTHER GUY LEFT HAD ME DEAD

“I’m not thirsty” and mans drinks every time lmaoooo

I love Techno’s character

OSNDJDNS HE KEEPS GETTING INTERRUPTED LMAO

Techno knowsssss lmaooooooo Jjejjsjs

THARN JUST CONFIRMED IT TO TECHNO OMFG

Bruhhh this man really thinks they dropped out lmao

Lmaoooo type’s reasoning got me ded

FUCKING SEO THIS MANS KNOWS AND SO DOES KLUI

KLUI’S SPEACH LMAO

Klui is so funny lmao

Bruh SEO loves him and you can’t change my mind 😔

OH HE JUST TOLD HIM WOAH

Oh he told him in Korean I’m ded

ugh tharn and type are so cute

Tharn is so cute when he looks at Type ughhhh

Section 2

Who is this

Oh shit lmao it’s type

“Four months with Tharn really bored me to death” SHALL I REWIND TO ALL THOSE CRAZY MOMENTS

I love Type’s dad already :))

I love Type talking about Tharn lmao it’s just so funny

He is zoasting his mans so hard

His dad exposing his ass is quality content

I don’t know how I feel about this white dude.... I’ve seen too many dramas to know he will be significant

Awwww calling each other :)))))

“I will never fall for it” BITCH you fell a long ass time ago

Omfg I love when he’s an ass (jokingly) to Tharn and then smiles cutely after

Lowkey Thanya looks like one of my cousins lmao

I love all of them I wanna know more about Tharn’s family

Thanya scolding Thorn gives me life

KOM’S SMILE

awwww I’m guessing that’s his childhood best friend

Y’all it’s the white guy again 🤔🤔🤔

How funny would it be if Kom ended up being gay lol

Oooohhhh party time!!!

Damn they really wilding here lol

It’s the damn white guy again

I already know type is gonna pop off

Fucking type omfg

Okay type chill buddy you’re BOYFRIEND is GAY bro calm yourself

I already know my mans Kom is LWNDHD HE JUST IF

type is S H O O K

I feel so bad for Kom 🥺🥺 I cant imagine how he’s felt that whole time

Type better say sorry real mf ing quick 😡😡

OKFG NO NEVER SAY SORRY FOR BEING GAY ITS NOT YOUR FAULT AND IT SHOULDNT EVEN MATTER

Section 3

Idk who he tried calling but I hope it was Kom

Awww Tharn calling him :))

Tharn is lowkey jealous lmao

Omfg Type needs to chill

“I miss you” lmao type I know you ass miss him

AKDJJDJS HE SAID I MISS YOU BUT AFTER HE HUNG UP LOL

Idk man I agree he should apologize properly but at the same time she shouldn’t meddle

Also holy shit she just chugged the fuck outta that beer

Bruh she likes him damn

I feel for Mai, I’ve been in that situation many times smh

Bruhhh 🥺🥺🥺 he doesn’t like her back

Random but I like her fit

Damn you go sis

I DONT UNDERSTAND THIS OTHER COUPLE’S STORY LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON

Okay what is the dude searching for - ope it was for the keys

Okay what’s he looking for now! ?

Wow he really just dropped hella paint brushes lmao

WHAT IS SO SIGNIFICANT ABOUT THAT PAINTING

oh SHIT WTF WHAT DOES THAT ALL MEAN

is he depressed? What is the significance of it all??!!?!!!??

I’m so confused welp

Literally what connection do they have to tharntype?

Oh this mans is being subtle about it

Teaaaaa he just asked him to draw a picture for him

AND WE’Re back to type :)

He hasn’t apologized to Kom yet :::(((((

I’ve never seen hair done like that lmao but Thanya got style lol

Tharn’s dad has such an interesting style to him lmao

Oh shit it’s because he’s half Thai lol

TRJSBANSN TYPES BACK

they’re like huh??!?! When Tharn left lmaooo

Section 4

OSHSJDJWJJE THEY WAY THEY ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER

they have a really nice dorm lol

Type’s MDKEKS SMILE UGH I LOVE IT

AaisjshKSJSJSHEJJEBA OH SHIT “you’re welcome home gift”

AazbsjKkKkdkjsjjsjsjejeBRUH I CANNOT

they kiss so good omfg

OAHSBDJWJW OH TYPE WANTS AND HE WANTS IT BAd

Wow poetic cinema at its finest

Omfg I love Tharn making fun of him

Bruh why he’d have to say it like that 😔

It doesn’t have to type :((((

Tharn just wants to show you off type :///

But like I get type not wanting to tel his parents at least

I said it before and imma say it again THArn teasing type is my fav

THARNS SMILE WHEN HE CALLED HIM HIS BOYFRIEND

ugh that food looks so smacking y’all I can’t

I’m glad he apologized to Tharn NOW APAOLOGIZE TO KOM YOU BUTTHEAD

Awww he’s feeding Tharn lmao

Wtf lmao he was laying on a store mattress

LMAO

Type is ready to beat both their asses

This salesgirl lmao

FOUND OUT WHAT I CANT READ THAI

OH FOR HIS BIRTHDAY

His mom really out here

AWWW HE ASKED HIM TO GO TO HIS BIRTHDAY DINNER

Type is realllylyttt trying to catch these hands

Ugh they are so cute when type isn’t being a stubborn hoe

Overall + Preview

Overall I really liked it! They weren’t as cutesy as I thought it would be but of course that’s because despite Type finally realizing his feelings and accepting them, there’s still one underlying issue: he is not accepting of the fact that it’s a gay relationship and thus only wants to keep it a secret even though Tharn doesn’t want to. I think once this issue is solved we’ll get a lot more cutesty tharntype!!

The preview: HOOOOH BOI this next episode will be spicy!!!! A jealous type is what I’ve been wanting and hopefully it will help him in finally fully accepting his relationship with Tharn and actually being okay to showcase their relationship! Since type is a very easily angered person, I think this friend of Tharn’s will anger Type to the point of like kissing Tharn in public or something!! I guess we’ll find out next week!!

#bluescarletdiamond reviews #tharntype #tharntype the series: review #tharntype the series #tharntype the series: ep 7 #omg I just realized I forgot to post this on Monday rip

[captainderyn]

3,4,6, 12, 13,14, 22, 23, 29, 30, 35, 38, 39, 46, 49, & 50 //This is a lot I'm so sorry XDD For our babies!! >v

YESS the BEST BABS. Thank you for asking for them

3.How do they express their love?

Sweet nothings and spicy flirts whispered in Cheuhn, cuddly moments, affectionate gestures. Smaller actions that show he knows what Evvie likes and are just little acts of kindness so to speak. Just...a mixture of small, ‘mundane’ things and affection. Nothing grand unless Evvie wants it grand xD

4. Have your character and their partner talked about the future?

I mean eventually they’re gonna have to talk about the future with Certain Developments uhm they haven’t talked about it exactly yet as of right now. But eventually it will have to come up in some capacity and Ien is more than happy to talk about it with Evvie because he’s so far gone he isn’t sure he could see himself moving on to someone else either way. Nor would he want to. 

6. If your character is the marrying type, how would they like to be proposed to?

:’D nothing fancy...or everything fancy, he doesn’t really mind either way. He’d just want something that has heart in it, something that isn’t just asking to ask, you know? There’s gotta be that intent, that feeling. 

12.What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Hm...you gotta make him choose D: let’s see he loves to run his fingers through her hair--short or long, just because he Can...but are her tattoos a feature? Because he really loves her back tattoo...for kissing purposes. Really just *handwaves at Evvie* all of her. 

13.Are they a cuddler?

Ohhh yes. Very much so. The more cuddles the happier Ien is. 

14.How affectionate are they?

Very. It takes him a bit to warm up to someone, but with Evvie in particular he is incredibly affectionate. Idle touches, passing touches, loving words. Really anything at all. He craves affection and kind touch, okay? He’s deprived. 

22.Are they an expensive date?

No, you could sit on the floor of his ship and snuggle with him to call it a date and he’d be happy. He isn’t hard to please in that regard lol. He doesn’t need anywhere or anything fancy, just being with Evvie is enough. 

23. What’s something that their partner does that makes them fall in love with them all over again?

Watching Evvie sass out a particularly problematic contact. Her teasing. Uh..she could really do anything and he’ll fall for her again and again like it’s the first time. He’s so far gone for her it isn’t even funny. 

29. Nose kisses or forehead kisses?

Both receiving, forehead kisses giving. Nose kisses for teasing and cheering up. Forehead kisses for tender moments and comforting. There’s a science to it lol. 

30. Hand holding or hugs?

Booothhh. Give him all the affection. If they’re out and about, hand holding (or you know...Evvie tucked under his arm walking with their arms around each other...oh wait that’s essentially a walking one armed hug). Both works. 

35.How often do they get caught staring at their partner?

Probably more than he should lmao. His eyes just tend to gravitate towards her. Not in a creepy, checking her out sense just...like she’s the center of his world and her gravity just draws him to her. Usually it’s with love struck puppy eyes if you catch him truly not guarding his expression. 

38.What’s the quickest way to cheer them up?

Turning on some good ol’ music and pestering and joking a smile into him. If it’s pulling him up to sway along to a dance. Joking until he can’t keep a straight face. Teasing for the same reason. Anything that pulls him out of whatever thoughts have him down in the dumps. 

39.How do they handle their partner crying?

By doing whatever she needs him to do. Leave her alone for a bit? Sure, he can do that. Hold her closely and tell her everything will be okay? He can do that too. Sit with his shoulder just brushing hers, not saying anything but just being there? Anything. He’ll do anything for her. 

46.How do they feel about sharing food?

“You can have some...I guess. *begrudgingly lets Evvie steal some food*” Nah, he isn’t picky about sharing food. Evvie can nab whatever she wants to from him, he’ll just roll his eyes at her affectionately and steal something of hers. An eye for an eye, a chip for a chip :’)

49.Who wakes up first?

Apparently it’s Ien xD He’s an early riser anyway. Or, at least he wakes up early. If Evvie is perfectly curled up against him and he doesn’t want to disturb her he will gladly lay around for longer just so she can sleep comfortably and adorably. 

50.How do they react to their partner being injured?

Well evidence shows he freaks out and tries to fight whoever did it (with questionable success) mostly just so that he can Get To Evvie. Otherwise he’s just stuck to her side like glue trying to help and keep her with him. He’ll even fuss over small, non consequential injuries tbh. He worries.  

[mcwriting]

Arrested Development

Okay so I just want to apologize to every Arrested Development fan that saw this and was expecting post about that or something but... nah. This is an AU about Tom Holland (but if you’re an AD fan and would like me to write something about AD, hit up my asks fam)

So, as I said above, this is a Tom Holland AU where Tom and Harrison are cops and they meet you and ~sexual tension~ ensues (#spicy). Tbh I was so excited for this y'all don't even know.

Fandom: Marvel-ish

Ship: (Cop!)Tom Holland x Reader and (Cop!)Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Setting: A diner-style burger place lol

Word Count: 1,381

Warnings: Sexual references (and major tension obviously)

Rating: High T, to be honest

*Background: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 17 AND DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER PLEASE DON’T FLAME ME.*

Tom, Harrison, and reader are in late 20s in my mind

y/f/n: Your friend’s name

y/l/n: Your last name

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“Boy is that one fine piece of meat,” you commented to your best friend who sat across from you at the booth. 

You had been sitting with both of your meals in front of you talking when a pair of cops sat down at a table diagonal of yours, burgers in hand. Both officers were incredibly handsome, but your eyes were focused on the one closest to you, a thin but muscular young man with gorgeous brown curls that sat messily atop his head.

The problem is, you didn't realize how loud you had been.

Your friend turned to look at the boy you were referencing when the officer finished chewing his bite and turned to you. His eyes took on a determined, sexy look when they met yours.

“What was that, ma’am?” He questioned, causing your face to heat up. You kept a straight face as you answered.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I was only talking about that juicy burger you have there. It looks like a fine piece of meat.”

The officer turned to his sandy-blonde haired partner, one eyebrow raised. He slowly set down his lunch and stood, meandering his way to your table. He stopped and set his palms on the edge, leaning forward a bit to look at you closer. 

“Y’know ma’am, it’s a crime to lie to an officer of the law. Now is there something you should tell me?” He asked, a sly grin on his lips.

Your eyes narrowed before widening in fake innocence.

“Why, Officer,” you paused, squinting to read his name tag, “Holland, I’ve done no such thing. I simply believe that nice hunk of meat over there looks quite... delicious”

Officer Holland turned to his partner once again, and they seemed to have a silent exchange with one another. Once turning back to you, he kept a serious expression on his face, but his eyes glinted with a playfulness that made your stomach flutter.

“You know, when someone breaks the law, I have to take them downtown,” he explained, leaving you at a loss for words, yet you recovered quickly.

“I don’t believe you'd be able to handle someone like me, though blondie over there might be able to take me,” you challenged, jutting your chin towards the other officer who had been watching your conversation intently.

“Oh don’t drag Harrison into this, he'd never be able to handle you like I could,” the brunette explained before the other officer, Harrison, you presumed, appeared behind Officer Holland. 

“Well you see, Tom,” Harrison, whose name plate read Osterfield, began, “I’ve actually taken quite a few women downtown, and I don't recall having any complaints. So you see, I believe out of anyone, it should be I that takes this lovely civilian.”

Your eyes widened, surprised at the events that were unfolding in front of you. You had come into the diner on a simple Friday afternoon to dine with your best friend, and now this was happening. 

The young men bickered, trying to show dominance to impress you, when words you never thought would come out of your mouth slipped out unexpectedly.

“How ‘bout you both take me together?”

At that moment the two stopped and stared at you, unsure of what to say. Thankfully, they didn't have to answer, because it was at that very moment that your best friend cut the thick tension like a seamstress rips fabric: violently and effectively. And by that, I mean, she promptly slumped forward onto the table, causing a loud thud and the silverware next to her to clink loudly against the table.

The low murmur of the restaurant came to an abrupt halt as the patrons all looked at you, wondering what the conundrum was.

You looked at the officers, your friend, and back to the pair again.

“Oh my God! What do we do?” Officer Holland, or Tom, asked.

“Excuse me? You're the police officers! Do something!” You gestured to your unconscious friend. 

The officer scanned the table, eyes settling on your soda. 

“May I borrow this?”

“Uh, I guess... What does a Coke have to do with helping y/f/n?”

“I’m going to use the cool condensation from the outside to cool my hands down and hopefully draw any heat from her forehead,” he explained, wrapping his hands around your glass before holding your friend’s head up and patting her cheek.

Soon enough, Tom's plan worked, and your friend’s eyes fluttered open slowly as she drew a hand to her forehead.

“What happene-” she stopped, staring at the scene before her.

“Oh my God it wasn't a dream was it?” she asked, looking between the three of you.

You nodded your head solemnly, a bit embarrassed that your friend witnessed what happened. Her face flushed again and she quickly reached into her bag, hands shaking as she fumbled with her wallet.

“Uh, um... hey, I, uh, gotta go. I’ve got that date with that guy I told you about, and well, uh, a girl can never be too prepared so um... I’m gonna go home and get ready,” she stuttered, pulling a ten dollar bill out.

You looked at your watch before replying.

“Y/f/n, your date isn't until 5 tonight, and, it’s only 1:50,” you mentioned, unsure of what to say.

“Well, like I said, can't be too prepared. Here’s ten bucks,” she handed you the money, “to, um, cover my meal... I guess if it isn't enough you can let me know at church Sunday... But uh, yeah. See you around,” she finally finished, sliding out from the booth. 

“Ma’am are you sure you’re alright?” Harrison asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Haha yep don’t worry ‘bout me. Uh, you two have a great day, nice to meet you,” she looked at you one last time, “and, see you later.”

She rushed to the door, only making the situation worse when she accidentally hit the doorframe on the way out, crying “I’m okay!” before rushing out the door and hopping in her car, peeling out as soon as the key hit the ignition.

“Sooo...” you started, stunned.

Just then, a staticky and monotonous voice came from both officers’ walkie-talkies, saying 

“Holland! Osterfield! Chief needs you back in ten!”

The boys looked surprised, replying with an ‘Of course” before looking back at you.

“Oh hey wait,” you called, reaching into your own bag. 

“Uh, what time do you all get off work?” You questioned as you dug around your purse.

“Well we end patrol at 3, but we usually have to stay and file paperwork until about 4 or 4:30,” Tom answered.

You nodded and let out an “aha” when you finally found what you were looking for: a Walmart receipt and a pen that had both found their way to the bottom of your purse.

You quickly scribbled a few things onto the back and handed it to Tom before grabbing a $20 from your wallet.

“What is this..?” Tom asked incredulously, peering back at Harrison who was reading the paper over his shoulder.

You couldn't believe the confidence you exuded in your following sentences.

“Well my offer was serious, and definitely still stands. There’s my number and address. Come around 8 tonight?”

Both boys’ jaws went slack once again, and you smirked to yourself for your little victory. 

“Oh and,” you lowered your voice to a sultry tone, “bring your handcuffs.”

You stood, throwing your $20 and your friend’s $10 on the table, knowing full well it was more than enough to cover the price of you and your friend’s meals along with a tip.

“See you downtown, boys,” you commented in the same voice as before, looking up at both men who each held quite a few inches on you.

You threw your hair over your shoulder when you turned to leave, swaying your hips slightly as you headed towards the door. Your hand was on the door handle when Tom snapped out of his reverie.

“Wait, we don't even know your name!” he called, reaching a hand towards you.

A sly grin played on your lips.

“Y/n, y/n y/l/n.”

Both boys smiled before Harrison replied,

“See you tonight... y/n.”

And with that, you strutted out of the building feeling like a million bucks.

And yeah, they both took you downtown.

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A/N: Wooooohoooo! Was that fun or what? Would you believe I’ve never written anything this sexual before? (You can probably tell lol). Sorry if you think it sucks, but I liked the concept. Once again, hope you enjoyed, and if you haven’t, read my other stories! So far they are all Tom stories, but I might start writing other stuff too. I have another in the works called “The Baker and the Brit,” so be on the lookout for that.

See y’all later!

#Arrested Development #tom holland #tom holland x reader #marvel #spider-man #Spider Man: Homecoming #peter parker x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x you #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader

[elvhenwitch]

Day 1: Introducing the Farmer of your choice! (I am very late)

@stardewvalleysebastian

I am very late but I just saw these so i'm gonna do them! Every week is Stardew appreciation week) [Warning - Cussing happens]

1. First things first! What’s their name and age, is there a special significance to their name? Gush about who they are!

Brady O'Sheine, she's something like 26-28 (hello indecision!). Her full name is Bralynn, but she really kind of hates that name, so Brady is it! Her style is pretty laidback, but she knows how to dress up. She in the second eldest of 4 kids (and also the only girl), raised basically by a single mother and her eldest brother. She is a sassy little shit that will smack you down so hard if you try to talk shit about her or anyone she cares about, Joja like destroyed her patience and restraint so prepare to be emotionally crippled~! :D

Also, be warned, you really piss her off/do something she will start tossing around legal stuff like no tomorrow and you will leave unsettled, and unsure whether you're gonna get sued or something. (Morris should watch out)

2. What was your farmer’s life like in the city? Were they a part-timer at jojacorp, were they just fired from their dream job?

City-life was basically a lot of scrambling for money to pay bills and rent.

Her father was never really around when she was a kid, but a few months before her youngest brother was born he just completely disappeared. Of course that was also when they found how much debt he was in, so her family grew up pretty on the poor side, with her mother working three jobs and her eldest brother putting off college to take on a couple jobs of his own. This left her, as the second eldest, to take care of her little brothers (not that she really minded).

She started working in Joja's customer service during her third year of college, in an attempt to get her school loans paid off, a couple years later she got moved to telemarketing and a few more years after that she was placed in the position she had at the start of the game. During this time she graduated law school and passed the bar, but wasn't able to find any work so continued working at Joja.

3. Why did your farmer decide to leave the city? Did your farmer have a loved one in the city? A significant other, a pet, a best friend?

She was well and thoroughly sick of Joja's by the time she finally opened the letter from her grandfather, but she didn't actually quit Joja until a few months after that. She hadn't wanted to just leave her family with one less paycheck, but her mother finally sat her down one night and told her that she didn't want her to put her life on hold, and that if she wanted to move to the Valley they would be okay. Even then, her mother's words didn't really stick until she (and her older brother) promised her that leaving wouldn't mean she was abandoning them.

Moving to Pelican Town left behind her mother (Rena) and three brothers (Emmet/Benson/Jacob), and her best friend, Emelyn. (Funfact! Emelyn is one of my farmers too, just obviously not in Brady's world lol.)

4. How did your farmer adjust to the farming life? Was it hard to get up early in the morning, are they deeply afraid of bugs?

Slowly. And with a lot of aches.

Getting up wasn't that hard, at first. But then she actually started cleaning up the farm and planting more crops, and she'd be exhausted by the end of the day, which lead to a groggy/grumpy morning. She eventually adjusts of course, but still, she figured out pretty quick that just becoming a farmer was a lot easier said than done. It's amazing the woman didn't lose any fucking toes or fingers. Someone save poor Harvey from stupidly stubborn city-girls who think they know what the fuck they're doing (Spoiler: they don't).

She's not technically afraid of bugs, but she makes an exception for those big ass fly things in the mines, the second she hears fluttering noises she nopes the absolute fuck outta there (cue frantic pickaxe-ing in search of a ladder). She's a real big fan of figuring out how to get a blowtorch and hauling it down, just for the, and I quote- "big swarming fluttery bitches." First time she saw one she marched right over to the Adventurer's Guild and banged on the door until Marlon answered so that she could yell "What the actual fuck Marlon?!"

5. Who was the first townsperson to make your farmer feel at home?

Shane actually. She was coming out of Pierre's with a bag of soil while he was on his way to work, they ran into each other and the corner of his nametag ripped a hole in the bag as they backed up, spilling soil all over the two.

Cue a "holy fuck" from Brady and her trying to apologize, he tells her to fuck off and walks away. She kinda just stands there for a second, half annoyed half surprised. Up until than she'd kind of started feeling a little disenchanted with the town as everything seemed so perfect and idyllic, but for some reason the encounter finally cemented that this place wasn't just a cozy little dreamtown with no problems.

Call it a rude awakening if you want, but Brady was more than thankful for it. That night she stopped by the tavern, bought a beer and dropped it in front of Shane. Then she left without a word, smiling the whole way back to the farm and finally feeling content with her latest life-choices.

(Shane is confused lol)

6. What season is your farmer’s favorite season, and why?

Winter. Let her live for five minutes without sweating to death over a patch of fucking parsnips or pumpkins and she'll be the happiest person you've ever fucking seen.

7. What is your farmer’s most favorite thing in the whole wide world?

Family meals. The only rule in her house after her father left was that the dinner table was a safe space; no arguing, no drama, leave your stress at the door. Since her mother/brother were always working Brady decided she would be responsible for feeding everyone. She spent most of her pre-highschool years learning how to cook, so that it would be one less thing her mother/brother had to worry about, by highschool she made every meal for the family.

Her other favorite-ist things are her Grandfather's antique cutlass and spicy foods (especially wasabi).

8. Is there a favorite place your farmer likes to hang out at? If so, why?

 Depends on her mood I suppose.

If she's in a good mood she'll go sit at the tavern and people watch.

If she's in a lonely/self-doubting "why did I come here what am I doing I don't know how to fucking run a farm I should have just stayed at Joja" mood at night she'll go sit(hide) in the little cave on the farm and watch the bats do their thing.

If she's in a... Hm, idek how to describe this mood exactly, a "I've done so much more than I ever expected and that's great but what's next? I feel like my whole life has just been waiting for something and I'm so tired why am I waiting? What am I waiting for? How do I get it to happen so I can stop feeling like this" mood, she'll either sit by her Grandpa's memorial (day) or go sit on the cliff with her legs swinging and just look down at the waves/water (night).

9. What song perfectly matches your farmer?

(I'm awful at these oh god) Um.. I'm gonna go with Swan by Willa.

Bonus: draw your farmer in their most iconic outfit! Or, write about their first few days on the farm!

Sim!Brady (1st outfit) - Drabble (+ Her tag)

#Stardew Valley Appreciation Week #Stardew Valley #Farmer Brady #Brady O'Sheine #this was fun~! #My characters

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I feel like the lies Mia and Chris told Ethan are on completely different levels because they affected Ethan very differently which makes forgiving one person easier than the other. Like with Mia in RE7, as we’ve stated before we don’t know her reasoning for joining and staying with The Connections. But no matter what honestly Mia payed for being in that organization and lying to Ethan. She was in hell for 3. Whole. Years. at the Baker house. Chances are it would’ve been for eternity and tbh Mia seemed to accept that punishment for herself. Like she already suffered for her lies so I mean I think we can forgive her on that. While yes she did play a part in Eveline (idk if it was just escorting her or if she was more directly involved), but it was her companion’s fault (I think his name was Adam?? Idk) for letting Eveline escape. And when Mia confirms this during her flashback and she sounds angry at Adam for doing so. So while yes she played a small part in what happened to the Bakers the blame rests more on Adam since he let her escape. And Ethan’s involvement wasn’t her fault, it was Eveline who brought her there. At the end of the day Mia payed for her involvement and seems sorry for her actions, and for me personally I find it easier to forgive someone when they regret what they’ve done and try to make it right. That’s why I forgive Mia for lying to Ethan the first time. And in RE8 I forgive Mia for lying again because like honestly that must have been hard to realize your husband was infected. And how was she to know that Ethan would have remained fine after she told him?? Like we’ve said Ethan is the first of his kind and Mia probably thought the key to him staying himself was his ignorance. And yes I agree Mia should have told him, but I understand completely why she felt she had to keep it a secret. While yes Ethan probably would have been frustrated that Mia kept something from him again he would have quickly empathized with her and forgiven her. And I forgive her too because dang I am not jealous of being in her shoes when she found out about Ethan.

Chris’ case is completely different. He belittles Ethan the whole game and makes it seem ridiculous that Ethan would want to be involved in getting Rose back even though that’s his family out there?? And they’re literally in this situation because of Chris’ actions at the beginning of the game?? For me Chris felt more egotistic and hubristic because like you said he just doubles down on his actions even though they were clearly wrong. After Chris “killed” Miranda at the beginning he should have given Ethan a quick explanation, even if it was just “that’s not your wife and we need to get rose and you out of here because you’re in danger.” Would Ethan have believed it? Maybe, who knows. But Chris didn’t. He made Ethan think his wife was dead and that Chris and his team were against Ethan when in reality they were all on the same team and should have been working together. The only time Chris is apologetic is when Ethan dies and honestly it should not have taken Ethan’s death to snap Chris out of his mindset that he was right. We don’t even see Chris apologize to Ethan or Mia. And I remember people got mad at Mia for freaking out at Chris when he rescues her and I’m just like?? Imagine being held captive for who knows how long and suddenly the man who promised to keep your family safe is like “hey your husband’s dead and your kid’s gone :(“ like?? Anyone would freak out and be upset? Am I saying that she was right to yell at him no (though I probably would have too lol) but like she’s been through hell again excuse her for having her nerves be a little fried. I also saw someone else say “Chris wasn’t the one who cut Ethan’s daughter up and tried to kill him on multiple accounts throughout the game he was just trying to help!!” And it’s like?? Yes he was trying to help but in the worst way possible?? It’s like saying “no offense” and then saying something hurtful. Just because you said “no offense” doesn’t make it any less offense and just because Chris was trying to help doesn’t excuse his actions. Chris’ lie put Ethan in emotional/mental distress because he thought he just saw his wife brutally murdered AND put him in physical distress since it was his call to escort Ethan and Rose which allowed them to fall into the hands of Miranda.

I kind of put Chris’ and Mia’s behavior as “Capcom wrote them shitty because they wanted to do a whole “Mia’s alive” plot twist and wanted to make the game ✨spicy✨by making it seem Chris was the bad guy”. But whenever I say that people are still like “No Chris did nothing wrong!!” Or “Well you forgive Mia so obviously you’re a hypocrite” and you know I feel like you can’t even compare Mia’s actions to Chris’ because like I said Chris’ actions hurt and put Ethan’s life more in danger than Mia’s did. Yes I can see how Mia’s lie in RE7 put his life in danger but her keeping Ethan’s condition from him in RE8 did not risk his life. And I already said it wasn’t Mia who forced Ethan to come it was Eveline. Plus people forget it was ETHAN’S choice to enter the house. He could have called the police but he didn’t because he loved Mia so much he himself wanted to make sure she was okay. Sorry for getting ranty im just tired of people saying we’re hypocrites when they don’t see they’re doing the same thing themselves.

Thanks for being patient with me! I love getting asks from y’all even tho I’m a little slow sometimes. Aha 😆

I def agree with the differences. Ive been replaying RE7 while I just watched my friend play re8 so the two games are fairly fresh in my mind. Ethan walks into RE7 on his terms and in re8 he’s essentially kidnapped. That’s such a great point and I really hadn’t thought of it. He’s brought into hell differently and I think that is important to recognize.

Mia tried to keep Ethan away from Dulvey and it failed. She didn’t have time to explain and her msg never got through anyway. It wouldn’t have happened if Alan hadn’t messed up with eveline. And Mia absolutely paid severely for it for three years. She killed a person and harmed her husband with scars he’ll always carry. We don’t even know what she suffered with but it was three long years. She’s terrified when Ethan finds her so I’m sure the imagination can cover that further. I’m sure it was hell.

And like you mentioned, it’s Eveline that invites Ethan there, not Mia. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t indirectly have something to do with this. But when shit hits the fan, she owns it which means a lot to me.

I’ve said somewhere months ago I don’t care if Mias motivations were bad when she joined the connections. We’ll probably never know. But we do know Mia’s motivations with Ethan perfectly. The minute her job is gonna impact him (when eveline takes over on the boat) she levelsets. She’s honest w Ethan as much as she can be and then as much as he wants after re7. The whole mold thing just doesn’t count. Y’all really what do we expect her to say lol

As for Chris, watching his scenes again today I’m just so frustrated. I agree Capcom wanted him to be this way to draw out the Miranda Mia reveal and it was a baaaaaad decision on Cspcoms part. Especially when Chris tells him to stay away after Ethan’s taken out a couple bosses already and some minor ones. If they didn’t want the reveal till later, then don’t have Ethan and Chris talk because the first thing Chris tells him was something about being surprised he survived this long shame if you would die. And it’s like no???? This isn’t what we need to be saying rn. Ethan is a rage machine thinking you killed his wife. Maybe just be honest. Chris mentions he saw the evidence of Ethan being there so clearly the man’s doing just fine. And it’s not just my thoughts on this. The game makes it a point to highlight Chris’ mistake. I don’t know why Capcom went this route and I personally don’t like it. But it’s canonically true.

And yeah I don’t think anyone is accusing Chris of actually killing Ethan. We know he didn’t. He just didn’t help. Chris did more in re7. Its like Capcom wanted him in there and didn’t actually know what to do w him. His part was so small I couldn’t believe it was already over. Honestly the last 30 minutes of this game hurts my brain lol

I saw the Mia push Chris thing briefly cause a friend sent it to me and they had some questions about it. But I didn’t spend too long on it cause I guess I just didn’t care what was being said. I figure I didn’t like that Chris slammed his fist at the end in front of Mia when she’s the one who just lost a husband so we’re even.

You’re welcome to rant to me anytime. I hope I captured most of your ask because you made outstanding points and I really agree. Ultimately, it comes down to perspectives here and what people find more severe. One of my best friends doesn’t like Mia and she only saves her cause I’m watching. And I love her w my whole heart. I don’t think it requires defensiveness. We all intake media differently and it’s okay to have flawed characters.

#thanks for the ask nonnie!! #resident evil 8 #resident evil #Mia winters #Chris redfield critical #mrs joe speaks #long post