#i genuinely went a lil feral writing this one

[heytheredelulu]

I was wondering if you could do maybe a like feral Bucky? Like maybe they trigger the soldat and instead of him fallowing their orders he goes after the shy curvy little intern of Tony’s? They’ve both been too shy to make a move. I’m cool with whatever spin you put on it, I LOVE your writing.

(Love all your normal kinks so feel free to add those too as you see fit! )

Thank you lovely 🥰 Can’t wait to drool over more of your writing lol

I took this and RAN with it.

It ended up becoming much longer than I had anticipated so this one will be broken up into two parts.

I struggled with trying to incorporate Bucky being triggered after the reader already being somewhat aquatinted with him, pining after him, etc. so I went the route I did and I hope it fulfills your request!

Part one will be mostly just plot building with a spicy cliff hanger leading us into a part two of pure smut.

Ready to Comply - Part One - Anon Request

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

C/W: Language, discussion/implications of violence and murder, choking, blood (Bucky is strugglin’ and bites his own hand), a lil sexual tension in prep for part two, he sniffs her coochie, okay?

“Okay, stop. Stop that.” Tony whispered out of the corner of his mouth. You shot him a glance and tugged at your skirt one more time for good measure. He lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. “You look fine, Rookie. Very professional. Is that what you needed to hear?”

You scoff and shake your head. “That’s no- I’m not fishing for compliments, I genuinely hate dressing like a fucking secretary.” You grumble, drawing a laugh out of Tony. “And don’t call me ‘Rookie.’” You add with a prod to his chest. He brushes the front of his suit jacket sarcastically in response to your poke and raises his hands defensively, a soft chuckle rising from his throat.

“A fucking secretary? Really? It’s business professional. Did you think I could let you stand next to me in a press conference wearing an old t-shirt and some torn up jeans? We need to create a semblance of professionalism.” He gestures to his own attire with a grin and there’s a teasing glint in his eye as he continues.

“And what’s wrong with ‘Rookie’? You’re my little protégé.” He jests, reaching like he’s going to pinch your cheek as if you were some adorable little toddler. You frown, swatting his hand away and brings it to his chest, clutching it dramatically. “Wow, you’re going to assault your friend, mentor and extremely rich and handsome boss?” He jokes, feigning offense.

“The only accurate adjective in that sentence is ‘boss’, Sir.” You reply dryly, crossing your arms. The corners of his lips twitch into a sly smile and he nudges you with his elbow. “I’ll accept if you don’t agree with friend and mentor.” He starts, pressing his lips into a pout. “But I might actually get a little offended if you refuse to acknowledge how devastatingly handsome I am.”

You groan in annoyance and roll your eyes, preparing a witty comeback when Pepper Potts rounds the corner with a tablet cradled in her arm, a phone nestled between her ear and shoulder and an expression of concern written across her face.

“Everything alright?” Tony asks, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me.. another offer for People’s ‘sexiest man alive’? I keep telling them, I can’t be on the cover every ye-“ Tony stops mid sentence as Pepper’s manicured forefinger lands on his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Yes. Okay. Understood. Thank you.” She says curtly into the phone before disconnecting the call. “That was Fury. We have an issue. A Barnes issue.”

Your brows furrow at this. “What’s happened with Bucky?” You ask, a sense of dread creeping up your spine. He’d been all but isolated since he’d moved into the Avenger’s tower alongside his best friend Steve Rogers and you couldn’t imagine him being the source of an issue with how reserved this man was. You weren’t at all oblivious to his past- it had been global wide news after all, but in the months since his de-conditioning in Wakanda he had been making great strides towards recovery, working to make amends.

Though your interactions with the ex-assassin had been few, he’d always been polite and kind towards you. You’d felt so out of place among the Avengers, being Tony’s intern. You weren’t on the team, hell, a few of them didn’t even know your name despite you having been trailing behind Tony for the last year. Maybe it was your own fault, considering you hadn’t really made an effort to talk to any of them but aside from the fact that they were all extremely intimidating, you were naturally a shy and quiet person.

You quickly push the self deprecating thoughts from your head. You didn’t care about any of that. You shouldn’t. It wasn’t as if you wanted to be on the team, or were there to make friends, you were here as an engineer, to learn from who was arguably the most intelligent man on the planet. Perhaps that’s why Bucky had always been cordial to you more than some of the others living here. Maybe he gravitated towards you, as someone who constantly felt so out of place, because he felt that way here as well.

Or maybe he thought you were cute.

Oh fuck, if only.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to the man or that you’d been quietly crushing on him practically since you’d started your internship. Every small interaction with Bucky left a blush on your cheeks and a kaleidoscope of butterflies flitting about your belly.

The thought of someone as absurdly good looking as Bucky fucking Barnes finding you attractive was enough to spark a surge of heat straight to your abdomen.

No, get it together. Now’s not the time.

You mentally scold your vagina for having the nerve to throb at the mere mention of Bucky Barnes regardless of the context and turn your attention back to Pepper and Tony as they argued in hushed whispers.

“What’s happened with Bucky?” You repeat, knowing they likely won’t clue you in if it’s related to Avenger’s business.

Tony offers a nervous smile and exchanges a quick glance with his wife before he checks his watch. “Terminator? He’s fine. I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably holed up with security for setting off the metal detector.” He pauses and then snaps his fingers. “Or maybe he walked past the junkyard on fifth and got snatched up by the hydraulic magnet.” He says, lifting a hand and miming a crane.

Pepper lets out a soft sigh and your gaze flicks to her. “Yeah, a big magnet or something.” She mumbles, turning her attention back to her tablet. “I don’t think that’s-“ Your cut off by Tony’s hand on the small of your back, urging you forward. “Enough about Robocop. We’re on, Rookie.” He says, his nervous expression falling away and quickly being replaced with a mask of professionalism. “Let’s go unveil our project to the press.” Pepper moves to open the door for you both and before you can open your mouth to tell Tony that if he calls you ‘rookie’ one more time you were going to strangle him with his overpriced tie, your senses are overwhelmed with an onslaught of overlapping voices and camera shutters.

You toss your blazer over the desk in your quaint office and slump over into the chair, trying not to let your mind run wild with anxious thoughts about the press conference. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but worry that you probably looked like a deer in headlights up at the podium alongside Tony.

You huff and rest your chin on the back of your hand, glancing over at the computer screens. Your attention is immediately drawn to security footage from one of the conference rooms when you see movement on the monitor. You lean in with your brows furrowed. It’s late and no one should be in the conference room. You expand the image and can clearly make out Tony and Steve moving about the room with tense body language.

You hover over the footage with your mouse and hesitate. You know that you absolutely should not eavesdrop on the two men but once Tony’s hands begin angrily gesturing around you give in to temptation and turn on the audio.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘back up?’” Tony shouts, beginning to pace the room.

Steve leans forward with his palms on the table and his head bowed slightly. “It’s exactly what I said, Tony.” He replies, his biceps flexing as he grips the table. “HYDRA had a fail safe. They’d planted a back up activation incase he would ever manage to be deprogrammed.” He looks up at Tony with a solemn expression. “They got to him. I should’ve been there, I should’ve-“

Tony holds out a hand, his other resting against his temple as he tries to comprehend what Steve is telling him. “Well you weren’t and they did so know we have to figure out how the fuck we navigate this.” He says firmly, shaking his head. “Do we have eyes on him? Is he in the building?”

Steve sighed and stood upright from the table. “No. He’s in the wind. We lost contact with him a few hours ago.” He admits, running a hand through his hair. “But there’s something you need to know.” He adds, looking at Tony with concern as he begins to pace again.

“Well spit it out, Rogers!” Tony yells, stopping and turning back to Steve.

“Nat received some intel. The hit HYDRA ordered is on you and your intern.” He says so quietly you can barely pick it up on the audio. Fear crawls up your spine and your hand trembles as you increase the volume on the security feed, while your heartbeat in your ears becomes near deafening.

Tony stiffens, slowly approaching Steve. “You wanna tell me why?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous. Steve nods. “The new tech you unveiled today.“ He explains.

Tony sighs, understanding why one of their enemies would be threatened by what the two of you had been working on and reaches to loosen his tie. “I’ll take Pepper and move her to the safe house before I meet you at a rendezvous point. Send someone to get my Rookie and get her off the grid. I don’t want her alone for a single second.” He says in an exasperated tone, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out his cell phone as he stalks towards the door.

“And Rogers?” He asks, turning around one last time, his hand curled tight around the doorknob. Steve’s head snaps up and he looks at Tony with guilt ridden eyes. “Yeah?”

“Find Barnes.”

Find Barnes.

The statement echoes in your ears, sending your thoughts spinning as if a category five hurricane were waging inside your head.

No. No, no, no.

There’s a hit out on you?

To be carried out by the fucking Winter Soldier.

Oh you were so fucked.

You scoot your chair back, bracing your hands on the desk to stand with wobbly knees.

Bile rises in your throat as you take a slow step backwards, bumping the chair in your state of panic and knocking your jacket off the workbench. You jump at the sound of it slipping to the floor and clutch your chest as a result of inducing your own jumpscare and take slow breaths to steel your nerves before you bend down to pick it up. As you rise back upright, your gaze connects with a pair of vacant, icy blue eyes in the shadows across the room and your entire body seizes in terror.

He’s not in the wind.

He’s been in here with you this entire goddamned time.

“B-Bucky?” You stutter, bringing your jacket to your chest and grasping it until your knuckles turn white. Maybe Steve and Tony were wrong. Maybe Nat’s intel was wrong. Maybe this was all a huge misunderstanding and you weren’t about to die at the hands of the ex-assassin you’ve been pining over for nearly a year.

He takes a step forward from the shadows, his face expressionless and his eyes unblinking without a single trace of emotion behind them.

Okay, yeah. You’re fucked.

“Sergeant Barnes?” You whisper, almost a plea to the man you knew, locked away somewhere in the brain of the cold and calculated killer standing in front of you.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t register your words, as he crosses the lab in a few quick strides and catches your throat in his cybernetic hand.

Oh god.

The air leaves your lungs, his grip tightening around your windpipe as his face remains blank.

You’re going to die.

So why are you so fucking turned on?

Heat pools low in your abdomen, your core flooding with arousal, coupled with fear and unbridled lust.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you gasp and thrash in his grip, your thick thighs rubbing together with every kick and flail, doing nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache in your cunt.

God this is so wrong.

His brows furrow, the first hint of emotion since he stepped out of the shadows. His head tilts inquisitively and his grip slackens around your throat as he leans in, tracing his nose across your jaw line and inhaling deeply. You still, your face contorting in confusion as you swallow hard against his palm, leaning your body into his hold.

His eyes narrow as he pulls away from you and you take the opportunity to suck in a breath, massaging your neck gently while your gaze drops to observe his hands clenching and unclenching into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” You ask, wondering what’s caused the sudden shift in his demeanor, wondering if maybe he’s somehow snapped out of the trance he’d been in. He’s still and silent for a long moment, his head bowed as his chest rises and falls heavily with every breath.

“Sergeant Barnes, are yo-“

His head snaps up, effectively silencing you.

Your mouth remains agape, stuck on your last word and as he watches you with predatory eyes, taking menacing steps toward you, you can’t seem to find your voice any longer. You stumble backwards, losing your balance and falling back against the desk, unable to regain your footing before his hands grip the flesh of your bare thighs.

He tilts you backwards, your back colliding hard with the surface of the desk, stealing the breath out of your chest. He drops to his knees, splaying his palms against your thighs, the hem of your dress rising up to expose your panties as he spreads your legs wide before him and drags his nose across the fabric.

He groans.

He fucking groans.

“You’re my mission.” He breathes out, eyes wild and fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as if he were fighting to physically restrain himself.

“I know.” You whimper, lifting your head to look down at him over the soft curve of your stomach.

“I’ve been ordered to kill you.” He chokes out, pressing his forehead against your inner thigh and drawing in a deep and shuddering breath.

“Then why haven’t you?” You ask in a broken whisper.

He turns his head and mumbles something incoherently, his breath ghosting against the damp fabric of your underwear and sending a wave of arousal crashing through your core. He stiffens, curling his flesh hand into a fist and bringing it to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as he swallows back a moan.

He shakes his head, his teeth pressing into his skin hard enough to draw blood and you move to sit up, leaning on your palms as you look down at him where he’s slotted between your legs, visibly trembling.

He rises quickly to his feet, his left hand shooting out to curl around your neck again and he drops his bloodied flesh hand to his side.

“Because..” He says through clenched teeth, inhaling sharply as the cool metal of his thumb strokes the column of your throat.

“I can’t fucking focus when all I can smell-“

His free hand roughly cups your pussy over your panties, his voice trailing off as he kneads his palm against the thin, wet fabric.

He growls, tightening his grip around your throat and jerking you up to him, forcing you to meet his threatening gaze.

His expression grows pained and he whimpers, dipping his head to meet your forehead with his own, his breath fanning across your face with every heave of his chest.

“All I can smell is how wet you are.”

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Part two

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #winter soldier fanfiction #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #winter soldier x plus size reader #avengers fanfiction

[thesherrinfordfacility]

please note that this is a pre-s2 masterpost; new one can be found here.

contrary to popular belief i am actually capable of writing up genuine theories about s2, but they are still wonderfully feral and unhinged in both tone and nature, so voila welcome to ✨rhi's crackpot speculation/meta masterpost✨ featuring some very special guests that are way more insightful and clever than me

note: contains spoilers

d-day edit: lmao let's sort this shitpit out🍲

old post-s2/s3-relevant metas etc but they didn't make it to the final cut of the new masterpost:

BIT NERVOUS about this being linked but fuck it, i didn't like the first two eps INITIALLY but in my defence i learnt the error of my ways and consider it to have been prime's fault

thoughts on s3 in the immediate aftermath

i heard you calling from across the ether for some whump material so i wrote some

also i meta-girlbossed a bit too close to the sun with recontextualising the lion/adam/eve parallels in s1e1 now that we know what we know about aziraphale and crowley pre-fall

someone shared their opinion about the playlists with me then i blacked out and when i came to there was meta

i got big feelings™ about the argument clip in that aziraphale is honestly just a nice man doing his fucking best (not a prediction but just a wee rant)

s2 live commentaries bc im sorry reading these back is GOLD:

episode 1/2 (lumped together bc i went to a screening) (also neil liked this and i feel exposed the poor guy had to read this??? over all the other somewhat intelligent stuff on my blog??? this is what he went for???? man's WILD ✨)

episode 3

episode 4

episode 5

episode 6 (lmao)

and then basically anything else, mostly all pre-s2 so have a read and laugh at me, it's ok honest

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this one made me tear up a bit because i live on a diet of bagels and aziraphale/crowley biblical whump material LMAO AM I APOLLO????

(as amended) the one where my entire theory on aziraphale and crowley's angst for s2 is predicted based on the length of his ridiculous (see: delicious) sideburns

an earlier musing on the plot of like the first three episodes (fuck it let's be real i'm just blueprinting a fanfic in this post)

by all accounts crowley is not, in fact, james bond

the second coming gets fucked up bc gabriel is a pussy ass bitch

✨✨SDCC/NYC✨✨ people pls read this and talk to me about it bc I'm losing it everyone else just shh and read silently for a minute ill get to you in a sec okay id still love to know what happened at the sdcc screening but i went to my own one in the uk and what i saw has done nothing to dissuade me from this theory im sorry

lol haven't updated this post in a hot minute but this is the SMOOCHY prediction

i told y'all crowley was getting hit by the cozzy livs and now my boy has to work in a pub, liz truss i hope ur happy

if i must suffer then you must suffer also thems the rules

✨✨live feed of my breakdown over the episode titles✨✨

a wee romantic shitpost about ep5 but im adding it in here for posterity bc if this does happen im going to simply decease

this was birthed from the above but with ep2(?) spoiler context

IS GOOB JESUS?????

i have a sinking feeling that crowley may be a double agent and honestly that's not very james bond of him

segue from the above, someone really cleverly came up with the thought after the wanted posters that crowley is involved in hell descending on the bookshop to get gabriel and was rewarded with duke of hell (hence the art of him on a throne) and i latched on like a fucking barnacle

I cry

(also as amended lmao) my rhetoric on how unequipped aziraphale is to handle intense gay panic god bless this mess this lil funky dude

i have now done so many speculation posts about the 40s that it feels like groundhog day but if prime insist on feeding me 40s content then that's their own damn fault (but this one is the most recent and where I'm currently at so read this one first)

(older) a tinfoil hat inspection of anything related to ww2!husbands, magician aziraphale, and the Dinner of '41

(older again) extended-Dinner of '41 analysis in the context of s1e3

once upon a time aziraphale and crowley fucked up the ineffable plan by not getting together in 1941 and god wasn't happy about it and everything went tits up, the end

a simple humble commentary on how the trailer was put together and a warning to not trust a single thing prime tells us

okay it's not s2 related but i had a bit of wine and a small heartbreak over their first meeting in the beginning and now any other method of therapy is redundant

and last but certainly not least (not for the moment anyway, there's a few more feet to descend before we truly scrape the bottom of the unholy barrel that is my psyche) we encounter the deranged, manic, unbalanced and frankly disturbed commentary i birthed in response to The Spoiler

enjoy, my boos ✨

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens speculation #good omens spoilers #no real need to interact im just doing this to pin it so i have my own handy reference guide for future analyses #and it saves me having to wade through the shitposting smorgasbord that is this blog

[rainbowredrobin]

Yandere!Dabi tinder date from hell. Reader Insert (Y/N or You). Mind the tags!

His voice is deep and smoky, the kind that warms your insides with just a laugh. It’s also the first time he gives you a name, a real name, not a fake alias. The moment the name Touya leaves your lips, he’s moaning.

“Fuck, say it again, pretty thing. I need to hear it.”

#character x reader #reader insert #bnha imagines #mha imagines #dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki toya x reader #todoroki touya x you #yandere dabi x reader #yandere touya x reader #quirkless!reader #i genuinely went a lil feral writing this one

[anne-i-write]

moriarty the patriot headcannons pt. 1

| requested by anon: Can you write about all male characters in moriarty has a same look of their  children and hpw many children they want? |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader; sebastian x reader; fred x reader

word count: 2397

pt. 2: 221b boys

a/n: I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT WRITE THIS EARLIER IM SO SORRY THIS REQUEST HAS LITERALLY BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

william: 487 words

with his whole plan to clean the world of the filthy nobles, william never really stopped to think about having children

well, until he met you

you both were in town one day and he saw you fondly watching a child speak with her mother

“i think two children would be nice”

“i didn’t even ask”

“i know, but the look you gave that mother was telling enough”

n e ways he is a simp and he did eventually give you what you wanted

fast forward a few years, you have two children: a boy and a girl

and they look exactly like their father

like,, it lowkey pains you how much they physically take after their father

you wanted to be like “oh they have your personality, but they look just like me!”

no

granted, your son took after you in an emotional sense but your daughter was a daddy’s girl through and through

like she looks like him, she acts like him, speaks like him, she even EATS like him

ok but the men w your children

fred is a freaking sweetheart ok

like he’ll watch over the kids when no one has the time and they love him too so they’ll help out in the garden which you are SO thankful for

tbh they only like uncle albert bc he brings them lil trinkets from when he gets back from london LMAO

louis doesn’t show it, but he absolutely adores your children and makes extra snacks for them at tea time

you caught onto this at one point bc for some REASON your kids would not stop bouncing off of the walls before bed and they told you uncle louis gave them chocolate

and sebastian loves messing w your kids bc,,, sebastian

but he accidentally made your son cry ONCE and he was at the mercy of every adult in the moriarty estate including the boy’s younger sister

needless to say, he watched his actions and words around your children after that

now, william

i’m just gonna say this straight out: most of the men never really thought about having kids (save john and albert)

but when you finally had kids, william had a different outlook on life

like fr,, this man works overtime now trying to get rid of the filth that is called nobles

he doesn’t want his kids to be raised in a world where just because you have more money than another means you get to look down on them

you still instill in them those good morals ofc

he also tries to be very present in their lives since he and his brother were raised as orphans

when he was younger, he didn’t mind it all much

but now that he had this small family and a brighter future, he did everything in his power to make sure they’re happy and grow up in a cleaner and kinder world

louis: 320 words

it took you a week to get him to at LEAST humor you

“if you could, how many kids do you want?”

“none”

like, this guy is so dedicated to his brother and his cause it is a WONDER you somehow wormed your way into his heart

but you did and honestly, the brothers are actually very happy that you’re with them

william especially

louis rarely emotes but when you came into their lives, you got louis pissed at one point and everyone was like,,,, wtf?? he has emotions???

anyways, his answer is one kid LMAO

and when you get that one kid, he looks just like louis

yall already KNOW that he’s ready to die for that child as soon as louis holds him in his arms

the only kid sebastian wouldnt even try to mess with

he can deal with william’s albert’s or fred’s kids but louis lowkey intimidates him so he’s as nice as he can be

that being said, louis teaches his kid how to properly handle stuff around the house

you want to cry bc ur son is just so??? the little kid just loves helping out no matter how small the task and he’s just so cute it hurts

even sebastian’s kinda like,, “aight he’s the only kid i will tolerate”

louis grew up with only his brothers so he also wants to give his son a shot at a normal family

is actually aware at how he thinks he’s indispensable for william’s cause and he doesn’t want his son to end up like him

he also teaches his son some badass fighting moves

oh and louis smiles a lot more too

cried bc his son saw the scar he got on his cheek, rubbed some dirt on his lil face and said “i have daddy’s cool scar now”

all in all his son is the best thing to happen to all of you

albert: 505 words

same as louis in the fact that it takes him a week to answer

“you know you haven’t even answered my question”

“i’m sorry, what did you say?”

“how many kids do you want?”

genuinely takes time to ponder that question

he hadn’t thought of that since his family adopted william and louis

but with you?

“i think two darling girls who take after their mother is enough for me”

pls he’d be so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

you two end up having a girl and a boy, who look just like their father

and tbh, you’re not even mad

you love them so much so when albert comes back north, the three of you are ecstatic

the happiness was short lived for albert tho

he found his son spending time with william and there’s nothing bad right????

“where’s your sister?”

“she’s with mr. moran”

his heart DROPPED

out of all the people in the manor

HIM

he sees the two running around the garden

it all happened as soon as albert’s daughter went up to sebastian and said “you’re very pretty! you’re my knight now!”

he decided to “adopt” the little girl and now he’s lowkey whipped

you found albert staring at sebastian playing with his daughter and updated him about everything going on

“but him??”

“he’s just a big softie for her let it go”

isn’t really surprised when he finds out they can fight a little

actually glad that they can hold their own, God forbid anything happens to them

otherwise mi6 has to deal w family matters lmao

“albert, she only tripped”

“you shouldve seen the fear in her eyes as she fell”

“IT WAS A STRAY COBBLESTONE”

would raise hell if anyone even THOUGHT ill of his kids

william and louis are the doting uncles

william more so than louis bc your kids have never seen louis smile

now they’re on a mission to make uncle louis smile

louis was on child duty one day and they managed to slip away

omyGOD he was stressed but also,, extremely worried

so when he found them he had the most genuine smile on his face

your daughter was like (・∀・)

she loves uncle louis

ofc your son adores his dad like,,, who else wouldn't feel awesome at the age of 10 if you found out your dad was a high ranking general

feels superior to sebastian bc of his dad

lmao this 4’5 kid thinks he can rule sebastian for some odd reason

the house is always dirty bc him and sebastian always prank each other

your daughter is trying to catch a butterfly but she can’t so fred helps

instantly loves fred

“is that what heartbreak is”

“i guess that’s what happens when you try to get close to my kids colonel”

albert is kind of afraid of turning into his dad but he has you and everyone else to remind him that: no you are not your father, you are so much better than him

loves your family with his entire being

sebastian: 844 words

“i see you looking at those kids and the answer is none”

lmao you’ll get so pouty around him bc you want kids dammit

that and he spoils you to no end so that's why you’re pouty lol

“fine we’ll only do one kid and bc one kid is all i can tolerate”

bruh

this man gives you three in four years LMFAO

two boys a year apart and a girl in the fourth year

you wanted to smack sebastian

when the two boys grew up, it was obvious they were already taking after their father in the physical sense

it was terrifying

they genuinely look like mini sebastians and you know everyone in the manor is afraid that you two birthed satan

and the satan was your eldest one

he’s just a feral sebastian moran in a tiny body

your second son, god bless him, looked just like his father but with fred’s temperament

and see, you were fine with your sons looking like their father

it was FINE right

you prayed to God that your third child would have at least some physical resemblance to you

your daughter was birthed, she grew up

and you cried

“HOW DO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE YOU”

“i’ve got some strong genetics, baby”

you sulk for a lil bit

but you accept it anyway because you love your goddamn kids

thankfully, your second and youngest child are both soft spoken and it's only your husband and his tiny clone bringing hell to earth

smacking sebastian bc all of your children suddenly started swearing up a storm at each other

“WHYD YOU HIT ME”

“YOURE THE ONLY ONE WHO SWEARS AROUND THE KIDS”

finally sitting down and trying to convince them to stop swearing

“father does it!”

“your father’s stupid”

speaking of your daughter

she’s his little princess and no he will not take criticism

spoils her more than he spoils you

did she glance at a toy at a passing store?

he buys more toys than he should from said store

you have to physically hide some of his money bc there is only so much you can buy

and her older brothers are so caring you want to sob

if a person accidentally shoved her over bc she was tiny and they couldn’t see her

oh boy

get ready to restrain them like chihuahuas

“little sister will be protected at all costs”

since his second son is so different from him, sebastian actively makes time to talk about what the little boy is doing and what he’s getting from it

doesn’t want to be pushy and suffocating like his dad was so when his younger kid does want to be left alone to his devices, sebastian does so

but honestly loves that your second son is so literate

lddhsajdsfk what yall dont know is that they’re all in cahoots

kinda funny to see them all together bc they all take after their father so much it's like having three tiny sebastians go around town

anyways,,,, yall know the promised neverland right

you got ray, norman, and emma

granted one of them wasn’t as smart as ray but he definitely knew what stealth was

regular sibling rivalry was still a thing but if they could smell the pudding from the kitchen, they know they have to work together

sebastian caught his eldest smuggling biscuits into a small bag

he had half a mind to scold him

but then he ended up giving tips TO ALL HIS CHILDREN on how not to get caught next time—

bc of this they beg him to tell them some stories from afghanistan bc “there’s no way a man as old as dad knows this many stealth tactics”

louis is so fed up lmao

albert is in london most of the time so he just thanks the lord that he doesn’t have to deal w the propaganda that sebastian feeds his children about how “mr. albert is a bad man”

william is fine w it as long as they don’t trash the library

your younger ones love the library so they would cry at the thought of one of the books losing any of the pages

your second and your daughter are definitely the moriartys’ favorites

they don’t show it, but you just KNOW

your eldest could care less about that though

as long as you and his father still love him

and of course you both do

and fred is definitely your youngers favorite

they like to hang out in the garden

ok they still fight all the time though

just because your second child is soft spoken doesn't mean he’s afraid to throw hands

their sister likes to join in for the hell of it

but if someone wrongs any of the children

just because the younger ones are the moriartys’ favorite, doesn’t mean that they’re not gonna hunt someone down if they even think about trying to hurt the eldest too

yeah,,, good luck to them and their families

they got the entire moriarty estate coming after them

fred: 241 words

cmon yall are like,, young

but you did ask him bc you were curious if he thought about it

he wants one

and when yall do have the kid, you guys actually do have one kid and its a girl

since you both are young, you can immediately see a resemblance between her and her father

everyone who meets her would die for her

ABSOLUTE CUTIE

especially when she walks around the garden w her hand in her dad’s and he’s showing her all the plants and telling her how to take care of them

needless to say she grows up loving plants

any type of plant

the boys love giving her flowers or anything from bc she has the biggest smile every single time

no matter if it’s just a single rose or a rock

this was found out one time when sebastian gave her a rock bc everyone else had given her like,, two roses each

was afraid she was gonna cry

“thank you so much mr. moran! i will treasure this until i get old!”

she was like 4 at the time

and had the widest smile you’ve ever seen on her

guys u don’t understand she smiles a lot but this was like,, genuine happiness

but everyone was just,, i will destroy the world and myself if anything happens to her

fr it’s just sunshines and rainbows every single time she’s around

everyone just loves her ok

moriarty the patriot general taglist: @zoehanji

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty #louis moriarty #louis james moriarty x reader #louis moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty #albert moriarty #albert james moriarty x reader #albert moriarty x reader #sebastian moran #sebastian moran x reader #fred porlock

[railroad-migraine]

Hello, hope you’re having a lovely day! I've fallen in love with your nickname headcanon that you wrote for Campaign 3 ♥, it genuinely made me feel all warm inside (ㄒoㄒ). Can you write a headcanon about how Chetney starts to fall head over heels with a very compassionate s/o?

I loved writing the nicknames post, and it seems to be loved back by critters, so I'm happy you enjoyed it! I wasn't expecting a Chetney request in my inbox, but I am pleased that I got one ;)

This campaign is full of such weird, unique, and intriguing characters. I'm thriving.

~ Poet

Falling in Love with a Compassionate!Reader

Chetney

Upon first meeting you, Chetney had feelings.

Many feelings.

Many, many mixed feelings.

On one hand, you were soft, with delicate words and good intentions, and welcomed him into the group with open arms. You found his personality endearing, and encouraged the group to give him a chance.

On the other hand, he was suspicious on whether or not you were doing that to lure him into a state of false security so you could pounce and ruin him when you saw a possibility.

But as the days went on, you proved that was not the case.

You were simply, consistently good. You followed through with your promises, and wore your heart on your sleeve - your moral compass had taught you to be a genuine and lovely person.

And someone such as Chetney really needed someone like that in his life. Your generosity and optimism was a breath of fresh air and before he knew it, he had fallen for you.

You humoured his quirks and defended him (both in battle and in petty party disagreements). The more opportunities to spend time with you that presented themselves, he took, and huddled next to your side by the fire or scouted ahead with you as you tailed a target.

He develops a habit of whittling you little wooden toys and knickknacks when you're not looking, purely to see the look of surprise on your face when he presents them. His chest swells with affection when you thank him and sometimes press a kiss to the top of his head.

Chetney then scuttles away before you can see the adorable colour tinting his cheeks.

He. Goes. Feral. If anyone makes you uncomfortable. You know the scary dog privilege meme? That's you with Chetney, foaming at the mouth at your heels and growling at any sketchy person that approaches you, but is all puppy eyes whenever you check in with him.

Before you guys become a couple, but after you've established you're more than friends, he removes his hat from his head and holds it earnestly to his chest. He bows a little, and murmurs something about how he doesn't deserve you.

Kneel before him and just. Hug him. He nearly crumbles in your arms. Let him know that he more than deserves you. He'll grumble half-assed excuses, but he will learn to accept that you're there to stay, and there for him to lean on.

Take good care of this lil dude.

#critical role #critical role x reader #critical role imagine #critical role headcanon #critical role headcanons #critical role fanfiction #critical role fanfic #chetney #chetney pock o'pea #chetney pock o'pea x reader #chetney x reader #critrole #cr #cr3 #cr c3 #campaign 3 #old man chetney #i didn't think i'd love him this much

[fullmtal]

RELATIONSHIP WISHLIST / ACCEPTING.

🌦 (slight antagonist to close ally) 🌵 (bro roy will die for ed) ❌ (wrath!roy au possibilities, also just conflict of ideologies at Times) / @mustangif

hey lewis! usin’ a cos ed just for you because i watched it last night it was a mistake. the budget really went into edward’s entire wardrobe oiahogihweoehe and hair and face huh? i love how all the talented roys i see all are like ‘yeah this lil golden-hearted goblin’ but also ‘if you touch this tiny alchemist boy i will kill you’ and i just think that’s neat (TM). definitely there is some antagonist themes there with them. i mean roy even says in the manga ‘you still don’t like me huh’. so it isn’t some instant friendship and it’s more a you really have to read between the lines between him and edward. there’s a lot to unpack there. and yeah absolutely on ideology. edward, who you’d think would be prepared to kill, is so keen on mercy, like envy, and compassion and yet with his nature you don’t think you’re going to get that. 

edward, absolutely appalled by any kind of killing whereas roy knows that it is an unavoidable thing in their world and times, and edward in canon / manga really sticks with that. in 03...well he killed greed and sloth so he’s quite a bit different .... and i’ve actually seen some parallels of how ed, who already is quite a bit like roy imho, both arrogant but also just like ‘hi can i forget about myself tonight’ kind of people just... becoming jaded and tired too early and some people think he’s becoming like him by cos which...upsets me a lot as much as i care roy at that point let’s be honest, edward is humpty dumpty and an icarus who fell twice and won’t ever get up again imho. because the world did it in for them / the things they’ve done be it ishval or the ultimate alchemical taboo born of grief and maybe even a slight inkling of an icarus complex that whispers you could bring her back, she isn’t gone - you have the tools. ultimately it was borne of grief but a genius mind also dares to challenge god’s domain so uh -- yeah ed really led al into that huh? it’s both on them but i still feel ed is like. ‘nah this is my bad as the big brother i done screwed up ‘ .

but yeah me being sarcastic: let’s have 03 ed add roy to his kill count--- i mean what. honestly can you imagine how terrifying these two seriously facing off would be? obviously roy has the experience so ed would barely survive in my opinion. and ed’s just a feral genius all rounder who comes up with these INSANE checkmates. both willing to do what has to be done to achieve their goals but in such different ways. canon and 03 ed are so different and yet still have that same sacrificing nature / hidden benevolent or blatant side for their loved ones so i do think they can vibe on being genuinely wholesome people ...... and also again ideology conflict and viewpoints on politics, war, killing. on the ends justify the means or in ed’s case, it’s the journey and the pacing and not losing himself in the bed of thorns and remembering everything he’s done and never forgetting. hope i’m not making assumptions, you write a fantastic roy and you know this! but yeah i’m down for all of this. like i’m telling everyone, you honestly just have to im / dms me if you guys are comfortable and i’ll literally go at it.

thanks for sending this in lewis. as you know by all my likes and comments i think we vibe pretty well in our sphere of your roy portrayal, and while i am slow on things i do look forward to seeing how you spin a tale of roy mustang! just keep having fun. thanks for sending it! and never hesitate to  contact me if you want to write because i’m always down!

#me: ah yes ed and roy being family is a highlight of this series 2 me #me: even if it is as obvious as the wind. #also me: ed and roy fighting to the death and ed actually being able to keep up with this scary as hell flame prodigy. #..........or i guess it's wrath then. #god #suffering huh! #thanks again. #𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 * ── the truth within the truth. #mustangif #roy don't hurt my boy

[bbugyu]

out of all the sebongies, who do you think would be the best lifelong partner for u

okay who the FUCK sent this im about to go fucking feral WHO WAS IT SHOW URSELF THIS WAS A DIRECT ATTACK

i will begin by saying i think seokmin is my dream man. like, really. i’ve said a million times why i love him so i won’t just. be a broken record. but i really do love him so so much and i would love him so much but to be perfectly honest he deserves someone who matches him better than i would. i think we would be fantastic friends. i also have a big ol crush on jeonghan, but to be frank, we would be so volitile it’s not even funny. like, y’all read neverending artistry, right? yeah. that’s us except we would definitely be worse. we would butt heads CONSTANTLY. and like sure it’s not serious and like fun and sexy or whatever but idk if i want to have that forever? SEEMS EXHAUSTING

but? my lifelong partner? kSDLFJHJKSLDF i can’t believe i’m gonna say this but. bUTDJKSHJ ok break

joshua fucking hong. OKATY HEAR ME OUT BEFORE YOU CALL ME JSA KSKL A SIMP OK IM NOT A JOSHUSHU I JUST KJRHSKDJKD I JUST THTHINKK!!!

joshua is so fucking funny. like he makes me laugh so hard. and i’m someone who values that above anything else in a relationship, and he is just so effortlessly hilarious in a way that’s like?? idk he doesn’t worry about looking cool when he says jokes and i respect that a lot. he’s so insanely handsome and then he makes the stupidest faces. i love that so much. i think our senses of humor line up almost perfectly, and the way we react to certain situations. like when hao played svt in the car and josh was just like *blinks rlly hard* “oh wow” ADJFHKDJHFKH THATTTTT that killed me because like bro if someone played a song i made in the car i would literally be like yo shut that shit off

also he said in the kelly clarkson show that he really enjoyed lord of the rings recently and. i literally. lotr is one of the most important pieces of media to me like it was my first tattoo i used to watch the movies OBSESSIVELY as a kid and i watched the behind the scenes even more. lotr is the reason i write. lotr is the reason i love film the way i do. it’s like immensely important to me and i know he just said he like. watched them recently KJHDSKJF bUT!! the fact that he was willing to sit down and watch them and liked it enough to mention it is enough for me fam!

the language thing is a big part also. i learned japanese growing up because we spoke it at home, so i can understand and speak fairly well, but i’m SHIT at reading and writing because i just ??? never had to learn ???? and i know josh had the same experience when he moved to korea. he grew up speaking it but didn’t really know how to read and write and had to learn. that’s something we can relate on! and i know he’s like. really into anime so KLDFJSK he speaks some japanese!!! and i’m learning korean!!!!! imagine us switching between three languages in the most annoying way so that no one else can understand us <3 how cute would that be JDHFKSDJ

i’m kind of like a cat. i like affection, but only when it’s on my terms. i love cuddling with my partner, but i literally refuse physical touch from my friends. joshua seems like such a kind attentive person and i think that he would be able to read me really well. on top of that, we are both asian american. i would be lying if i said i don’t immediately feel certain kinship with any other asian american i meet. we were both raised on the west coast and went to church every weekend. i don’t have belief, but i’ve read the bible for fun and i respect faith a lot (not necessarily organized religion bc :/ it’s a lil shady :/) and i think it would be something we could have genuine conversations about. i think we could both learn a lot from each other. i feel as though we have a lot of similarities in our core values, but opposing opinions on a lot of things, so there’s a lot of room for growth within the relationship.

also he seems really adventurous in his food taste and is down to try anything which!!! is also one of the most important things to me. i am the child of a japanese woman and a line chef like I LOVE FOOD and i have a really vast palate so if he can keep up! i’mma keep him!

okay also also josh is enfj and i’m infj. he’s a capricorn and i’m a taurus. some of u know where i’m going with this but for those that don’t. 

NOWWWW i’m not sayin this is like. set in stone. i know it’s not. but let a bitch dream ok

#OKKKKK BYE #kjdfsalkfjLSDKF #i hate this who sent this #ask #anon #ugh the tags are gonna give it away #asdjfklsdklfL #dont look if u havent hit the read more yet #josh #KFJSDLKFJLKSDJFDKLSF #UGHHHHH UIDSMFKDS IM SO NMMAMDADDDD #svt hc

[a-flickering-soul]

do kylux for the ask meme 😳 you + me = mental illness

i love you so much for sending this in this truly is the mortifying ordeal of being known

putting this under a readmore because it is LITCHERALLY 1.2k words because i am literally clawing at the walls of my enclosure about these two

ANYWAYS go ahead and send me a character and i’ll give you some headcanons bc im having fun doing these!!!

Kylo Ren

Sexuality Headcanon: ambiguously queer. Don’t make me think about him having sex he makes me so angry

Gender Headcanon: he Must be a cis man. He has so much mommy issues. He is such an incel. He is so full of toxic masculinity. He must be a cis man.

A ship I have with said character: Kylux. Every single angle you take this ship from it’s funny and good. Canon—they hate each other and want each other dead. AU—they still hate each other but they’re (probably) less fascist and genocidal. It’s just so funny. They are so obsessed with each other. They gaslight each other into love confessions. It’s unreal. I’ve been thinking about Kylux for the past month and I feel like an entire geological age has passed. You can tell I’m a Kylux shipper and a R*ylo anti because I almost exclusively refer to him as Ren instead of Kylo. The gay angel went to superhell for Kylux to go canon in Lego Star Wars (twice) and a kids’ comic book. God mocks me to my face.

A BROTP I have with said character: This got literally shot to shit but post-TFA when a bunch of people headcanoned Rey as Luke’s kid and she and Ren were cousins and he reluctantly babysat her because he was literally ten years older than her (hhhhh.) and they had this weird mildly-contentious relationship as adults where they grudgingly acknowledge they are both the most powerful Force users in the galaxy and are the only ones who mutually understand the legacy they bear and care about each other but also cannot be in the same room together and hold a civil conversation for more than five minutes before resorting to uncomfortable silence. Like when you’re at a family reunion and you’re automatically shunted with the only other kid around your age so you have to make conversation but you are just so fundamentally different there’s nothing to talk about. Unreal.

A NOTP I have with said character: Hhh. R*ylo. I’m one of those evil lesbians who hate that ship viciously and one of my dreams is to be one of the mean antis that that bully a shipper in a story that’s clearly exaggerated or made up and then get cancelled for having good taste.

A random headcanon:  I think he and Phasma used to spar a lot. I keep thinking about the five years he spent on the Finalizer pre-canon and I can’t reasonably justify the Knights of Ren hanging out with him for the entire time on a literal military ship and I like the idea of them being the only people that are reasonably on par physically (I also like how Phasma is an inch taller than him because....whew).

General Opinion over said character: God. He drives me wild. I have a lot of thoughts about him and how good he was in TFA and the pre-canon comics/novels as a really fucking good example of a morally-conflicted villain (especially the comics where it made it really clear that he was very much manipulated and gaslit since like…ten years old). Like! The way he could flip at will from drawing strength from both the light AND dark side of the Force is just!! So cool! The way his strength literally derives from moral conflict is just really interesting to me but….idk the way post-TFA he was thrown into a redemption (Rendemption) arc that hinged on Rey being a literal genuine fascist sympathizer made me just really disappointed. He had a lot of amazing potential to be either a really interesting semi-redeemed Byronic antihero OR a full on unhinged animalistic power-mad villain that Rey has to mercy-kill like a rabid dog. And then. Well. Yeah. I like him a lot in very specific contexts and flat out hate him in most others.

 Armitage Hux

Sexuality Headcanon: gay! He is gay! I have an entire list of reasons why he’s gay and it grows daily! Without a doubt a homosexual! Gay and repressed!

Gender Headcanon: Also a cis guy even though I still do have a lot of half-formed thoughts about gender in the First Order/post-collapse of the Empire society.

A ship I have with said character: Kylux! Again! I’m obsessed with how obsessed Hux is with Ren. He hates him so much it’s unreal. I keep reading the novelizations and thinking so fucking hard about how consumed Hux is with hatred for this one man. He’s so repressed. He’s so damaged. It’s unreal. The brainworms in my head have metamorphosed into moths and they’re flapping their wings so hard they’re disintegrating my grey matter. I think near-daily about how he personally went down to retrieve Ren from the collapse of Starkiller Base and yet would not touch him to drag him to shelter in the Hux graphic novel. Would you take off your glove to check his pulse or would you attempt to feel it through the leather and touch something’s dead skin rather than his living warmth. I’m so deeply unwell.

A BROTP I have with said character: Him and Phasma!!! The way they are on first-name terms with each other….the way one of the few times in the graphic novels you see him smile is when Phasma comes back onto the base…..the way they plotted to kill Brendol together….truly evil mlm/wlw solidarity you simply love to see it

A NOTP I have with said character: Oof I see a lil bit of shipping him with Resistance members (I think I’ve seen him with Rose and also Poe??) and I know TROS made the decision to have him defect from the First Order (out of. again. his obsessive hatred with another man. writing choices.) but it makes me INSANELY uncomfortable seeing people of color being shipped with a literal fascist parody of British colonialism and imperialism lmao like….just ship Kylux bro they’re mutually bad people AND a power couple

A random headcanon: Frankly at this point I joke so much about how much like a sick Victorian orphan he looks like that I could write an entire fake medical file for him but I’ll spare you all and simply say that I am incredibly partial to the headcanon that Hux is a freak that bites string cheese instead of peeling it like a normal person. Also…the implications that he Personally placed the tracker in Ren’s belt rather than someone else, so that he alone could keep tabs on him…..I’m unwell. Enough.

General Opinion over said character: If Ren is a character I love to hate, Hux is a character I hate that I love. I just. I can’t stop thinking about this gay little war criminal. It truly, genuinely baffles the mind how much information there is about him. It triggers that same little part of my brain that goes wild over like. ARGs and stuff. There’s just so much lore. With every new piece of canon or semi-canon information I learn about him I can feel my grip on sanity slipping. He owns a black robe. He has a personal hitman in the First Order ranks to poison people he doesn’t like. He drinks tea. He’s a bastard son. He’s great with kids. He was in charge of a squad of feral orphan child soldiers at five years old. I just. I just don’t get it. I’m enamored with him. His compulsive attention to grooming. His hubris. His ambition. How literally unhinged he is (the “rabid cur” line genuinely lives in my head rent free). The way he systemically killed every single person who saw him weak and abused as a child. There’s just so much to talk about with him. He’s so evil. He’s so fucked up. I love him so deeply. He is such a horrible person and he is so fun to make fun of and he is so fun to think about. God wants there to be a bullet in my head so badly.

#im so unwell this is SO LONG #sam you did NOT sign up for this king im so so fucking sorry #star wars #huxposting #answered #i literally love you for sending this in im so sorry this is incoherent im in hell #tsukkimutual #kylux

[ajokeformur-ray]

Shaken to the core // J x Lilith // angst, fluff, comfort.

Summary: During the scene in which J is interrogated by Batman (the True Villain of Gotham), you protect J and end up getting punched by the Masked Coward. J goes feral but when you’re safe at home and patched up, J’s own emotional wounds come to the forefront and your bond deepens; if such a thing is even possible.

Warnings: I don’t like Batman and it shows lmao (so maybe don’t read if you like him), reader gets punched, J is scary angry, descriptions of fights and physical injury, swearing, crying, intense discussions, lots of comfort.

A personalised fic for @jokershyena​. I love you, doll, and I can’t thank you enough for letting me fully write this out for you skskskkkskk I adore our talks. I hope you like this! ^^

Word count: 3, 581 (Okay, I know you said under 1k buuuut~ a) have you met me? and b) when do I ever do what I’m told?)

Everything happened so fast.

One minute J was sat in the cold and unforgiving metal chair, his hands folded neatly in his lap in a mockery of the ‘rules’ the Commissioner had left him with, and the next were his feet suspended several inches above the floor, steel toecaps scraping across the floor, his painted face so close to Bats’ own masked one. J had been sat there teasing the Masked Coward but once again had Bats’ power and the situation at hand gone to his head. He was acting more like a villain than J was as without a word did Bats swing J around and slam him down far too harshly onto the metal table. It made J cackle and woop through his amusement as he curled his fingers up beneath his chin in a position of mock defense. “Ya’ gotta break your code,” J dropped his voice to a gravelly octave to mock Bats’ own ridiculous voice. “You know it’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“I’m not gonna break my code,” You rolled your eyes at Bats’ voice - seriously, how was this dude able to talk like that for so long? Did he use something to alter his voice? - but your sarcasm quickly turned to horror when Bats lifted J up, still by his collar, and slammed him down once more against the table. How could this man call himself a hero when he was so violent with J, a man who hadn’t actually done anything in this particular case and had just been minding his own business? And why the hell had someone asked for you to be in the room, too? Ugh, you hated Batman. If anyone was the villain of Gotham, it was him.

While Bats was still holding J down by his collar, his other arm, clad in hard leather, came up, up, high above his head, his fist clenched - 

“No!” Your heart seized in your chest as panic and a fierce need to defend what is yours took you over and you flung your body forward, moving so that your back was pressed to J’s chest, your hair spilling over his abdomen and chest like a dark halo. You were leaning over him, protecting him, and you heard J growl, felt the vibration against your back as it rumbled through his chest and pushed out of his throat, the sound guttural and foreboding, as Bats’ fist connected squarely with your shoulder, and made you cry out. You slid off the table and dropped to the floor and the room. went. silent.

Pain exploded in your shoulder. Fuck, it hurt. The hard leather, Bats’ brute strength, the harsh way that Bats had let you drop, presumably shocked by the fact that he had just broken his code completely accidentally. Your entire arm was numb, pain and fear pulsating through you. You were so scared for J, you were terrified that something bad was going to happen to him. You had always been so protective of him, immensely so, and right now was no exception. You knew, even through the haze of pain, that right now J was both impressed that you had managed to get Bats to break his insanely stupid and hypocritical code but also really angry. 

Seconds ticked past, marked in silence. You weren’t sure anyone was even breathing as you each took the time to process what had just happened. Your thoughts all circled and though the words changed, the sentiment was the same every time as the reality seeped into your foggy mind. You would be lucky if you only had bruising from this. 

You had just been punched by Bats.

Bats had just broken his stupid fucking hypocritical code.

You had been protecting your J.

One thought, more important than the rest, stuck in the very forefront of your mind. So strong was it, so raw was its intensity, that it reverberated around and around inside your head, like a hurricane of beautiful devastation, once it registered in your mind. It was louder than all the other thoughts:

You had been protecting your J.

You felt proud of yourself for doing so. You were a woman of your word. You had told J once that you would be a dragon if he ever got hurt - you would defend him with your life. And right now - you had just proven yourself to be true. You were proud of yourself, immensely so, for looking after your clown. He was yours and no one hurt your J. No one.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” J’s voice was lower than you had ever heard it before. You had known J for twelve years; you knew his every tone, his every expression, his every demeanour... but you had never heard that pitch from him before. Your head shot up as you took him all in. The ticking jaw muscle, the clenched gloved fists, the leather creaking with every flex of his fingers, his tongue prodding against the scarring on his inner cheek, first one side and then the other before the thick muscle left the warm cavern of his mouth to wet his full lips, his chin dipped, his head tilted to the side... your blood ran cold. “No one hurts my hyena.”

J was pissed, so much so that he was almost shaking with sheer unadulterated rage. In a movement so fast that your naked eyes struggled to see what was happening, and your mind, oh, it was spinning, J grabbed Bats’ head with both of his hands, raised his knee and mercilessly brought Bats’ head down. J acted with no hesitation and with brute force in a moment which reminded you of just how dangerous your chaotic clown could truly be. There was a sickening noise and Bats dropped to the concrete floor like a sack of potatoes. It was loud, undignified and he was undoubtedly out cold, but you didn’t much care. Good riddance. It was nice to see Bats get a taste of his own medicine. You had no idea where the Commissioner was or where any of the stationed police officers were but you suspected that everyone had cleared out of the vicinity once Batman had begun his portion of the ‘interrogation’ - or, as you and every other morally flexible person saw it, unwarranted aggression akin to torture. You had intervened long before Bats had truly started on J, but he never should have even been allowed to do so. He wasn’t a man of the law and as such, he had no jurisdiction here and he definitely had no right to be throwing anyone around like that. Who the fuck did he think he was??

J climbed gracelessly off the table and stepped over Bats’ body like he was nothing more than a pile of shit in the middle of the road (if the shoe fits...) and got down on his knees beside you, gently, gently, pulling you into his lap. His body was trembling, from worry or from adrenaline you knew not. “You shouldn’t have done that, doll.”

Tears came to your eyes fast now that it was all over and you sniffled. Oh, but you were in so much pain, but J was okay. Nothing more than a few scrapes or bruises. J’s okay. J’s safe, J’s okay he’s okay he’s okay... “I would never let you get hurt, J.”

“I know,” J sounded so genuine, his voice quiet and his tone soft as gloved fingers swiped your tears away. Not many fell - both of you knew that this was neither the time nor the place, no matter how much it hurt. There were no masks here, no pretenses... just you and J, as it had always been. “You’re my guard hyena, aren’t’cha?” There was untapped urgency in his words, a need to make sure that you were okay and you felt that same sense echoed within your own self, so desperate were you to ensure that your J was okay.

Your answering nod sent sharp stabbing pains shooting through your shoulder and you couldn’t have stopped the wince if you had tried. J’s gaze sharpened as he looked you over. His intense chocolate eyes were looking at you critically, his stare roaming over your body as he catalogued your body language. He was being so tender, his arms around you like the safest, warmest cage, like a heater was your clown.

Deft fingers pulled your collar aside, making you wince, and J leaned into your body, peeking into your shirt as he checked out the damage. There were no cameras in this interrogation room but even so did J not wish to expose you, to make you uncomfortable in any way. He made a soft whistling noise. Had you been anyone else, he would have been impressed with the colouring. As it was... he was enraged and trying so, so hard to keep himself from beating Batman shitless. “It’s a pretty purple ya’ gonna be wearing when this settles, Lil.” Despite his gentle teasing, J was being completely serious. It was almost scary. Almost. But you knew your J, you knew him, and you knew that he would always take care of you. Right now was no exception. “Come on, let’s get’cha home.”

There was a shakiness to J’s voice which both of you could hear but J’s ticking jaw muscles kept you from voicing your concerns as he gathered you up in his arms and carried you out of the building. Nothing had gone the way he wanted it to,  but you had always been and would always be his number one concern. Fuck the world - his hyena needed him and truthfully, he needed you, too.

Time ceased to have all meaning as J did not let you go. You remained in his arms for the few blocks that he had to walk, your face tucked into the warm crook of his neck. You littered the skin available to you with kisses, licks, nibbles, gentle bites... J had so much pent up anger and energy within him that he was almost vibrating, but he was still so gentle with you as he got you both home, holding you in such a way that you were barely jostled by his movements. Oh, but he was so strong, emotionally, physically... your clown was fierceless, unstoppable, especially in the face of one of his worst fears.

Losing you.

Without you, J would truly have nothing to lose, nothing that he could be threatened with. He got you both home safely and he carried you through to the sofa in the living room.

“J... J, you can put me down. I can walk.”

He only shushed you, somewhat roughly, and set you down on the sofa. Immediately was he gone to get the dark green first aid kit which you kept in the bathroom, and he was back just as quickly. A pocket knife slid out of his sleeve and he fingered it into position expertly, the blade balanced between two fingers as he sliced your shirt off straight up the middle and peeled it off your body as gently as he could. You made no protests. J would replace it, you knew he would, and the circumstances were such that you couldn’t bring yourself to stop J. His face was set, his eyes were somewhat misty, and his breaths were deliberately slow, deep. J was keeping calm as best as he could, and you knew that once your injury had been examined and taken care of, you would have to deal with J’s own wounds.

You almost wanted to tell him to not bother with your injury, to let you take care of him, but that would only get you scolded, so you sat tight and let J take care of you. In moments like this did the two of you not need words, so well did you know each other and so deep was your bond. Twelve years... twelve fucking years and never before had you made good on your promise to take a hit for him if you had to. J had always made sure that such a promise wasn’t even necessary but today, today there had been an opening to prove yourself, to use your body to protect J’s own, and you knew that he was more thankful for it, for you, than he knew how to say.

So he would show you, instead.

And J did... careful touches, slightly rough kisses to your forehead, to your cheeks when you hissed in air through your teeth or otherwise winced, two pairs of chocolate eyes met every time you did so, and J would either shush you or his full lips would turn downwards in genuine sympathy. You were hurt because of him. His touches were so tender as he ran fingers over the deep purple bruise which bloomed across your collarbones, the slope of your shoulder, veiny lines spreaded out like tendrils around the outside of the bruising like a border of red and purple vines... there was some blood where the skin had completely split and J mopped it up, bandaged the areas and kissed over the protective layer he had placed against your skin as if his love could seep through the barrier and heal you from the outside in; indeed, many of your emotional wounds had already been healed, or, at the very least, soothed, by his presence in your life. You were pretty messed up just from one punch, but you were infinitely grateful that J hadn’t had to take the hit. You would do, be and say anything for him if it meant keeping him safe, sane, honest.

The more J put you back together, the more unravelled he became. 

When at last you were bandaged and J had helped you to get into your pyjamas ready for sleep - you had been awake with J this entire time and neither of you had slept for more than a few hours at a time over the last few days and you were both exhausted on top of everything else - J put the first aid box back into the bathroom. He took his sweet time, his head bowed, his broad shoulders stiff. He was still on the defence. J was too calm, too quiet and you knew, you knew your J. He was barely holding it together.

As he came back into the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, his beautiful face bare and his footsteps uneven, his fists clenched, his head bowed and his slightly greasy locks framing his face, hiding himself from you, J sighed. “Best you, ah - get some rest, doll. Bed’s ready for ya’.”

“Aren’t you... aren’t you joining me, J?”

J shook his head, angling his face away from you some more as he took another step towards you. “No, no, I, ah - got some calls to make.”

Like hell he did. Not tonight. “Then I’m not sleeping.” Fire crept into your voice and you stood. Your shoulder didn’t hurt too badly. It wasn’t as bad as the pain you had felt that time you had been shot in the leg, and you knew you’d be okay. “Not without you, J, not after today.”

“Lilith - “ There was a warning in J’s tone and you went immediately to his side. You knew your clown, you knew that he had been on the edge of something ever since you had taken the hit for him, and you saw the opening that you had been waiting for, perhaps subconsciously, this entire time.

You took his hand, locked your fingers with his and you walked the both of you to the bedroom. You could almost hear J’s torment as you got into bed, easing yourself down with a wince. Lying down, it wasn’t so bad. You would be just fine within a few weeks. You had taken worse before. 

“J, don’t... don’t hide from me. Come here, sweet angel.” You kept your tone soft, warm, comforting and you used your grip on his hand to pull J towards you. He didn’t protest, he didn’t fight you, he didn’t argue or try to say that he had work to do. No, J went with you, and as he eased himself down atop you with barely any hesitation - you were always so sure of yourself and what you wanted with him and for him - he sunk into your body.

J’s strong forearms framed either side of your head, your hair once more like a dark halo; it was reminiscent of what had happened today, though this time was J protecting you, and his shaking only intensified until his entire body was shaking. J dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his slightly greasy locks tickling at the underside of your chin, your nose, and you felt the falling of one, maybe two tears.

J was shaken to his very core and you needed (and wanted) to take care of him, now.

Ignoring the screaming in your shoulder, you wrapped both of your arms around J’s broad shoulders, wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your ankles to solidly anchor him to you. “Shh, Jack, it’s okay - it’s okay, my darling, I’m here.” J didn’t even react to the mention of his real name, he just burrowed down further into you as if he was trying to climb inside you, to hide himself from the world by literally becoming one with you so that never again could the two of you be torn asunder. You ducked your head somewhat awkwardly so that you could rain kisses down upon the top of J’s head, your lips lingering against his skin, your nose resting in his strands, which were in desperate need of a dye job as well as a wash. Normally, you would have made him shower before coming to bed, but not tonight.

Tonight, all the rules were off the table. There was only room for the two of you. The raw essence of your relationship had been exposed to reality this night and neither of you quite knew what to do about it. All you could do was just to... simply be together, to express the impossibly deep bond which the two of you shared with one another. You continued to kiss J over and over and at some point he lifted his face up so that you could reach him there, too, his bare scars receiving the most love. You adored his scars and you treasured the times he let you interact with them. 

J lifted himself up so that his nose was inches from yours. Your lips landed on his forehead next and J’s broken rasp of a voice broke the quiet stillness of the room, “He dared to touch my hyena. No one touches you, Lilith. You’re mine and… there’s no me without you. Without you, I have nothing… nothing.” As if he was distressed by words alone did he shut his eyes tightly, and you cooed as you cupped his face in your hands, your fingers stroking along his cheeks.

“No one hurts my J. Mine. I love you.” You felt like you were going to cry, so deeply and so intensely were the waves of love and affection crashing over your shores at this moment.

The answering sentimental declaration came in the form of J’s full lips crashing against your own, his lips warm but heavy against your own, his tongue hot as he commanded your full attention. J’s kiss was so thorough, his hot hands cupping your face - like a heater was he - the feeling of his heart pounding against your own... oh, but this was everything you could ever want and need. J left no room for arguments as he took from you what he needed, though in equal measures did he give you what you needed. You only needed each other, to reaffirm that the both of you were alive and safe and whole and loved, always loved, and that would always be enough to shine a light on any residual fears and anxieties lurking in the dark about each other’s continued safety.

“Mine,” J growled against your lips as he peppered your face with kisses so ferocious that they were almost bruising, “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Yes, J,” You smiled through tears you refused to let fall. Too many had been shed this night. “I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

J made a noise low in the back of his throat by way of agreement, by way of making and keeping a promise which never needed to be voiced because you both just knew as he claimed your lips with his again once more, but it was a slower, more tender expression now, more reverent and full of worship than it was of desperation, of urgency. “The hyena and her clown... the clown and his hyena. I like the sound of that, doll, don’t you?”

The smile you gave J by way of a reply was brighter than any firework, bigger than any explosion, and more commanding of J’s heart than anything else in the world.

You were his entire world, and so long as he had you and you had him, why, you both had everything.

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[mansionofmuses]

Alright fuck it I figured it's time to put my nuts in the ring when it comes to writing up rwde reviews about shiddy writing.

I already made a post about how closure doesn't exist in rwby, so that SHOULD trim this a bit. Hopefully.

These last two of seasons of rwby have been ASS and idk even know where to start. So lemme do some character progressions instead of jumping all over the place. Let's start with my fav: Neo. And I'll be as unbiased as possible.

Starting from v6, she came back and teamed up with Cinder. Cool? Cool. Fair enough. V7 onwards she's been treated like a BITCH by Cinder and has visibly shown her disdain for that on screen. And yet she still chooses to hang with her? Why? Like... Genuinely why? Is Neo not like the stealth queen? And the driver of a thousand vehicles? Why does she even need Cinder? Could she not have just jacked an airship herself, flown to Atlas after getting the info from Cinder, and began her hunt there? Instead she's just some minion to her now? Okay fine so let's say their team up makes sense in some odd world. Why the fuck would Neo agree to go to Cinder in the Satan Whale? Why? Why the fuck is she there? After being denied multiple times to get to Ruby and even being treated like shit with visible disdain, she should have absolutely left with a middle finger to Cinder. But nope. We get to see her be visibly uncomfortable in this cult and clearly wants out. Which she does, so good shit. She snatches the lamp and heads out. Fair enough, I guess? I don't know why the fuck she trusts Cinder to go back to her after being treated like shit. After Cinder's doodoo attitude towards her, Neo should be like "wow maybe she's lying to me about roman lemme check with this genie bitch" but no. And don't say "oh well she can't talk so jinn wouldn't be able to answer her." Fuck that. 1. I should hope that the password wouldn't be so ableist against mute people. 2. Neo's resourceful as hell. Text to speech and boom. There ya go. Instead she goes back to Cinder like a lost puppy after being shown multiple times how much she hates her. Why the fuck does she need Cinder to get to Ruby? I have no fucking idea! And then everyone's favorite scene. I know I know she killed Blake's hip atta-- I mean character devel-- I mean Yang. That scene. Was doodoo. And I'll get into more intricacies about it much later. But for now, why the hell was Neo so sloppy in that assassination? Like gurl you revealed yourself so early from, apparently so far away? Pretend to be a passerby with everything disguised (I saw that lamp) impale her and boom. Done. Not sure why she went for a slash either when a thrusting weapons like that would be best for a quicker impale. It would have made any on screen death so much more confirmed instead of up in the air bullshit.

Next we have Ironwood. Oh James. How far you've fallen. I don't really understand what the hell they're doing with this character any more. Like... At all. I fully expect him to turn into the joker and join salem at this point lmfao. At first he was complex, but cool, right? Ok a stern leader who still wants to help people and see team rwby in beacon grow and be successful. Fair enough. Then came v4 and he was like "hey yang. Heard about the arm. Here ya go homie." That was pretty cool to give to a young veteran. Fair enough. But good god once v7 hit, everything just went haywire. He started making the dumbest decisions. Kind of. I understand how he's like "aite let's sack mantle to ensure atlas lives cause otherwise both parties will be dead." except idk why he didn't just make a plan to evacuate everyone to mantle first but whatever. I mean team rwby did it like... In a day? Shouldn't have been hard. Then he started losing his fucking mind. There was an entire thing about trust issues and plans (ngl I didn't care enough to pay much attention) and he ends up wanting to arrest the kids more than actually stopping Salem. Like homie. Why. You have a gang of strong ass hunters on your side, don't just throw that away. They could say "acab fuck the police anarchy reigns" and you should still keep them just to fight literal satan on your doorstep. But he fucking drops everything and resources and materials on arresting them. Like why???? And then he just shoots a child just because? And he goes around full fascist mode and his character is just gone at that point. He literally actively wants to kill the people of Mantle now instead of stopping Salem and I don't fucking get it. He could literally plot with salem about how to nuke mantle and I'd be like "shoulda seen it coming". And then when he gets outta jail he kills Jacques... Just cause? Like why? I understand Jacques let Salem's forces in and eventually led to this shit show, but like... Atlas was falling. Just leave. I don't understand. But I guess it's to show how hateful he is towards those who oppose him, so whatever. Idk I'm so done with him. This man is just so boring I just can't wait for him to get killed off so we can be done with him. I'm sure I missed a fuckload of intricacies about Ironwood but I really don't care at all about this schmuck.

Next on the shitlist is the entirety of team rwby. Just to compact it all into one. Ruby has been getting on my nerves SO much. She is so holier than thou and always right. If she had just openly talked with Ironwood about all these secrets and shit, none of this would be happening. Yeah there would be panic, but homie what's the alternative? Fight in secrecy against the police and Salem?

"hey Ruby I noticed that lamp you keep hanging around. What is that?"

"oh uhhhh definitely not a grimm magnet HAHAHAHAH"

Like no shit everyone's gonna be pissed when you lie to them and keep these secrets. Also these plans are dogshit. "We gotta get a message out." To who??? The rest of the world is gonna see some lil kid be like "hey Ironwood's gone crazy and some evil witch bitch is here tryna kill us all." Like who are they gonna believe? A random girl or the fact that ironwood is the head of the largest military state in the world? For all they know it's just some prank and it's totally unbelievable.

Team RWBY sippin team for v8 and doing nothing all volume? Nice. "But they needed to protect Nora." You mean to tell me Ruby, May, Blake, and Weiss all had to be there to protect someone. The Grimm attacked once and that was it. You guys have no medical history. At all. All you did was wrap her up and drink tea during the volume where there's a literal war happening outside. You don't just "wait for help" you ARE THE HELP you're hunters you fucks! Go out and get shit done. Have like one person stay behind just in case shit goes wrong. Preferably Weiss so she can have those meaningful conversations with her family members she never fucking had. But whatever. Ruby and Yang get into... A fight? That lasts for five seconds when they leave and then when they see each other again it just doesn't matter so I'm not sure why the fuck it was brought up at all. It had no impact whatsoever. And there's a ton more I'm sure I'm just burning out at this point. But let's just talk about the big shit. Yang's death. Everyone's saying she'll come back because plot armor but I'm in the "I genuinely think she's dead" group. She turned to Dust as she fell. I mean who knows maybe Deus Ex machina rears it's convenient head. I hate hate hate how that scene was done. That was such an unbelievable death. Weiss, Ruby, and even Blake all have ways of catching her. Easily. Weiss has like fifty ways of catching someone between summons and semblance. Ruby can teleport around the world. And Blake can just shadow clone jutsu her way there but WHATEVER. I guess everyone was too busy being nerfed and sucking ass. Again. And the reactions? Dog shit. Even when she sacrifices herself for Ruby, it's still all about the bees. It's so genuinely annoying. Ruby just whispers her sisters name and that's pretty much it aside from a >:( face here and there. Weiss doesn't even grieve she just comforts Blake who's losing her shit. And I don't know why Weiss doesn't grieve cause SHE WAS HER HOMIE TOO LIKE C'MON RT LET'S SEE SOME UGLY SOBBING DAMN so now everyone's gone feral (except Weiss who just doesn't give a shit about Yang apparently.) And despite Blake saying "yo let's not kill people aite Yang?" She's gonna say fuck that and have it out for Neo and Cinder out of revenge. Alright I guess. That's fair honestly. Challenging ones own morals based on emotions. Good enough. But god I just wished we could see more from Ruby and Weiss during that. Also I'm so sick of the "oh this character fell are they dead are they not?" Thing that rt keeps doing. Just have Neo impale her and go. Easy as that. On screen confirmation. I'm sure team RWBY has a fuckload more to crit but I'm done with this topic.

Winter. Bootlicking to the extreme that she casts aside her own sister and doesn't care if her friends die. Nice. No closure at all after she turns back to being a good guy I guess. I'm done with her. Not a whole lot to say.

The aceops are just so dumb. I'm done with them. Everytime they talk about genocide for the good of atlas I'm just rolling my eyes. Just say you're fascists and move on. And idk why the fuck harriet is gonna bomb an empty mantle. Atlas is already falling on it, you literally have no reason to do this. And this plot point is stupid as hell. Next.

Cinder. I'm not sure why they decided to randomly drop her background story into the mix. Like I don't think anyone gives a shit after all the crap she's done. I'm so sick of rt trying to make her some "uwu woe is me" woobie after doing so much shit and killing so many people. Her uwu crying moments are just stupid. Honestly watts is one of my fav characters just for telling her how crappy she is. Next

Hazel. Homie is dumb as hell. He hates Ozpin because his sister died in a mission. Fair enough. Why the fuck would you ever join Grimm Hitler when Grimm are what killed her in the first place??? Like??? Just hate him on your own time dude, jesus. And he is consistently hypocritical and it's so stupidly funny how bad this character is.

"HOW MANY MORE CHILDREN WILL YOU HURT OZPIN" as he beats the piss outta Nora, Ren, RWBY, Oscar, and probably some random five year old on the street while shouting OZPIIIIN to the skies. It also didn't take a whole lot to convince him how stupid he was thank god. His character was so cool in design and in theory but good god he got executed soooo fucking poorly. Kinda glad he's dead just so we don't have to deal with his stupidity. Next.

Emerald. This bitch. I can't. I LOVE how easily rwby just forgave her. It was so stupidly funny. "oh but yang was ready to fight her at first and snatched her weapons" yeah for five fucking minutes. Then came the part where she helped stabilize Penny and gave a half assed speech about switching sides. Meanwhile everyone's just magically forgiving of her like OH THAT EMERALD AHAHAH like she didn't help orchestrate the fall of Beacon, the death of many, including Penny, and all the terrible shit that's gone down. No resentment from RWBY except for my favorite line delivered this volume. It was Weiss's ever so beautiful "SHUT UP" LOL (I play Smite and I love how her VVGQ Quiet voice line sounds the same. So when I heard this line, I thought of Smite and immediately laughed. Kudos to you Weiss.)

Salem. The hound attacked Penny in the mansion... Why? You already established connection with Watts in jail. Did he not tell her "ay she cool with us." And in turn did she not tell him "ay she cool with us don't hit her"? I guess not? Cause the hound and penny shoulda bounced together the second they met up lmao. Other than that, salem's done nothing this volume except try to be scary and get her ass beat by hazel. She could easily just go out in the field with her grimm and blasts some people or SOMETHING GOD so far our main villain is just so boring and unimposing that literally every other villain, including her subordinates, feel more like threats than her.

Now I'll just talk about scenes.

The scene with ambrosius was COATED IN CONVENIENCE. Apparently Ozpin didn't tell the gang about the WinMore button they could just fucking walk to until now because??? Idk. I LOVE how team rwby just assumed that penny would be okay when they took her robot parts out. Realistically she should just be a floating husk of aura and nothingness. Like she never had organs. I don't understand how she's a real person now? Which, by the way, I'm pretty fucking insulted about how they handled that. Why make Penny human? She was already a real girl and accepted by her loved ones. Like shit, she was a character that a LOT of transgirls, myself included, could relate to on a personal level and we LOVED how Ruby handled it in v2. It was cute! It was sweet! She said she was a real girl back then and it made all of our collective kokoros go doki doki. Fun stuff!

But now? It feels like none of that was validated until she got an actual human body. Like damn I wish I could just get my ideal body within seconds. Shit. I've seen and heard a lot of upset from my fellow tgirls about how doodoo that scene was, because it's implying penny wasn't a real girl until after she got her human body and that's probably how most of the rwby fandom is gonna see it too. "oh wow penny's a real girl now!" And just forget Ruby's cute speech in v2. So annoying. Minor nitpick, if she's got the aura of a black man inside of her (her father), and her robot body is gone, why the fuck isn't she black? Like? Idk minor nitpick I guess. But anyways back to ambrosius scene. I love how rwby had the answers for everything within the hours worth of planning they were given by Ironwood's motive. Totes believable. And yet the "one way ticket to vacuo" thing was the simplest shit they could have avoided lmfao. Like THAT is what you trip up on? Not the portals you're trying to make or the assumption that penny lives without her robot parts? Insane. (side note: how did oscar have a flashback to that scene if he wasn't even there?)

And now everyone's favorite scene. Yangs death. Already covered it early I just wanted to add more on. This scene is insane. Like... If they actually go through with killing her (i don't see how she could have survived turning into dust) then roosterteeth is dumber than I gave them credit for. Like... They have to realize the shitstorm they're gonna receive right? First they kill off clover, an lgbt+ coded character. Next is Yang? A main character who is WIDELY loved by all. Apart of their most pandered ship in existence: bees. (Both the ship and the character make them so much money in merch btw so this was stupid from an objective standpoint.) You can't just kill a main character that is heavily lgbt+ coded in THE most popular ship in the show. Like... How dumb can they be? They're gonna lose so many fans at the very least. Sales? Down. Death threats? Way up. It would be astonishing if they weren't up to their necks in shit in backlash by that decision. Bury Your Gays trope strikes again folks. But this time with everyone's favorite! Like I just... Idk that decision was stupid and that scene hardly was given any real pomp or circumstance it deserved. She's a major title character and that scene lasted like a minute lmao. It's gonna be RWBY without the Y. RWB. As in rt is a bunch of rubes for making that decision. A cynical part of me thinks they did that just because they want an excuse to off Neo, another really loved character. (Well if everyone hates her now we can kill her off cause god knows we don't know what to do with her), but I'm not gonna make this about her. I honestly don't know how to feel about this death tbh. On one hand it's shitty and *points to essay above*. On another it lets Blake be her own character for once. We get to see who she is on our own. And we can finally shift gears from The Bees Show featuring Some Plot to RWBY without the Y. But again that scene was done horribly with doodoo writing already explained up above. They're gonna use this as some edgy excuse to have the heroes start killing again or grieve or whatever bullshit shock value.

(now that I think of it tho, Neo shoulda killed yang in v2. How the fuck did Raven know she was finna die again. Lmao)

Anyways, that's my two cents. I'm sure there's so much more I forgot. Love or hate my ramble idc these are just my thoughts. I'm sure I made doodoo arguments at some points so feel free to call me an idiot and point them out. Imma bounce. My fingers fucking hurt lmfao

#rwde #rwby spoilers

[hiro-gari]

Batarou Headcanon - a Stuffed Wolf and an Old Photobook by: Little1993lamb to: Lilia / @hiro-gari

Word count: 2298 Warning: Some kissing scenes and a mention of making out, but nothing explicit.

Hello again! I’m back with more small Batarou headcanon~ 😁✨

This time I decided to write little fluffy hc for both of them, because lately I feel down more often than usual and thinking maybe some comfort writing about these secretly softie boyfriends will help 😅💦

Hope you enjoyed my little headcanon! 😉💕

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One day when Badd was cleaning Garou’s stuff boxes in attic room that he brought after the former fugitive moved into Badd’s house, he found an old mini album contained Garou’s childhood photos along with a small fluffy stuffed white wolf doll.

It was a big old fashioned photoalbum book, already became dusty from being in the storage box for a long time.

Then Badd inspected the fluffy stuffed wolf, it was still in pretty good condition as it seems someone cared enough to keep the doll from any damage. Clearly a precious gift from an important person of Garou.

When he looked it closer, the stuffed wolf is kinda adorable, too. The white fur was very fluffy, if it washed properly probably would be fluffier than its current condition. This stuffed wolf even has tiny golden beady eyes and that “ :3 ” smile on its muzzle.

‘Just like the owner of the doll’, Badd chuckled lightly by the thought. He was amused about this fact. Maybe after the entire attic cleaning has finished, he would do some quick laundry to clean up the stuffed wolf before giving it back to his handsome boyfriend.

Putting the cute stuffed wolf doll aside, Badd opened the dusty photo album.

On inside, page by page, he found alot of tiny Garou pictures, from the time he was a little baby in his mom’s craddle, his toddler days with both of his parents, until the beginning of his elementary school years. The photos were put in right order so Badd could recognized the progress of Garou’s growing up stage in a couple of years.

He didn’t know that Garou used to be a sweet looking kid, very different from what he’s like in present time. Nothing like a naughty brat or delinquent boy like Badd has imagined before, nothing at all. By seeing these picture, he figured out that Garou was a normal child, with a little bit of timid nature. So different with what Garou was currently: the confident extra dramatic feral wolfboy.

And Badd noticed the photo collections amount were diminished after Garou entered elementary school, and had completely stopped once Garou graduated the elementary school. He wondered what happened to Garou during that time.

Still curious, Badd cleaned up the dusty photoalbum and then carried it with him so he could show the album to his boyfriend. Not forgetting to also bringing the stuffed wolf doll in, he put it on the laundy as he would clean it later. After that, Badd went on searching his missing boyfriend.

He found Garou lazily lounging on top of the couch with Tama in the living room, casually watching tv while drinking cola. Once Garou noticed Badd’s presence, his eyes twinkled and he grinned widely. He patted the seat beside him so the young hero would sit together with him.

Badd approached Garou, accepting his invitation to sit beside him. He was coming into welcoming arms of his boyfriend and then leaned his head on the wolfboy’s chest, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. Before Garou shifted his attention back to the tv show, he saw Badd still craddling a big old photoalbum that seemed very familiar to him. He asked Badd where did he find that thing.

Badd carefully answered that he just cleaned the attic along with Garou’s old stuff, then he accidentally stumbled into his childhood memento. He had seen the photoalbum contents and wanted to give it back to Garou, probably they can salvaged the old photos and placed them into their newer photobook along with Badd’s own childhood photos.

Garou seems agreed with Badd’s suggestion, he let him do what he wanted. But Badd still curious about one thing: it’s about Garou’s past. From what Badd knows, ever since Garou moved in, he hasn’t tell Badd about his past before the hero hunting days. Wanna asked about the matters, but he afraid Garou still not ready to be more open with him.

That’s why Badd wont ask Garou something he wasn’t comfortable enough to tell.

Garou was contemplating himself, should he tell about his horrible past to Badd or not? But Garou knows Badd wont judged him no matter what happen, hopefully Badd would also understand him. Besides, they’re already giving mutual trust for each other even before they started dating. It made Garou feels very grateful to be together with Badd.

Prepared to spill the truth behind his past, Garou took a deep breath then gazed tenderly at Badd’s face for a moment, before proceeding to tell his childhood experiences.

After Garou telling Badd all of what happened to him that made him changed, Badd said, “You should look at my childhood photos, I was more like a punk kid than I am now. Besides, we could have been bestfriends, maybe with that I could protected you from any mean kids and scared them away from you”, while holding Garou in a comforting hug. In which Garou reciprocated in by enveloping the smaller body into his arms, hiding his face on Badd’s neck.

Badd continued, “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you back then, if I could turned back the time I would absolutely become your friend. So you wont be alone”, he tightened his hold onto Garou’s back. “But now you have me, we could make many happy or silly memories together as much as possible from this day on”.

Badd finished it with a gentle ruffle on Garou’s fluffy spiky hair, then kissed his cheek softly for a brief second while still holding Garou tightly.

Garou was a bit teary during listening to Badd’s heartwarming speech. He didn’t expect that one day he would be receiving those genuine reassurement words, something he desperately yearned back then years ago when he was a lonely bullied kid.

Garou wished that he could meet Badd much earlier in his life, and wished that their actual meeting between them wouldn’t be in a silly fight which was almost resulted in life-or-death situation. But of course both of them couldn’t rewind the time to make it happened.

Badd was right, the least they could do is to create many memories together and live their life the best, enjoyed it to the fullest. Maybe it wont be perfect, but as long as they’re happy then it’s alright.

Only the cheery voices from tv show and purring sounds of Tama were heard in the background. All was forgotten at the time Garou and Badd giving deep loving affections for eachother in a tight, warm embrace.

Drowned by the comfortable and relieved feeling of having someone who cares about the other dearly, everything else was just unimportant white noises for them both.

At some point Garou also shared some sweet and soft kisses for his beautiful kindhearted lover, to show how much he feels grateful to be with Badd right now, tomorrow, and for years later. For forever, as long as he still breathing.

And in return, Badd also giving the same amount of affectionate gestures for his beloved purehearted lover, by planted deep passionate kisses on his lips, whispered sweet nothings which also reassuring love vow into Garou’s ear.

This time Garou deserved to be pampered as Badd will gives permission for his boyfriend to do anything he likes, while Badd still showered him with love he has for Garou. Maybe tonight would be an interesting romantic night, considering Zenko was currently having sleepover in her bestfriend’s house so Badd could have private night with Garou.

But for now, Badd let Garou holds him in his arms, enjoying their sweet intimate moment. Purring softly in content on Garou’s chest mimicking what Tama usually does, Badd closed his sleepy eyes.

Taking a little nap together on lazy Sunday afternoon sounds not bad..

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The next day after Badd coming home from Hero Association’s boring monthly meeting, Garou and him, with a generous help from Zenko, rearranging their childhood photos and placed them in a newer family photobook. They cleaned up the photo papers to make sure they wont get damaged by the dust or moths before putting them inside the new album.

Some of good pictures of Garou’s and Badd’s childhood years were being made into small collages and framed onto their bedroom’s wall. Made it seems believable, like they were actual childhood bestfriends who spent their life together since beginning. Decorated beautifully by Zenko, of course, because these two hopeless boys don’t have good aesthetic sense.

Badd promised Garou and Zenko that they will takes photos of any of their good events from now on, then collected them to save in their family photobooks. So they will have their happy moments documented throughout the time.

About the stuffed doll, Badd also digging up his own storage box and found his old handmade kitty plushy doll. It was his late mom’s handmade doll as Badd’s 5th birthday present. After he washed up the two stuffed animals, Badd placed them on top of their bed.

The adorable stuffed white wolf and the cute tuxedo kitten plushy doll, standing side-by-side together neatly on top of Garou’s and Badd’s pillows. They looked exactly just like their owners, and they’re also together now.

Badd felt so proud of his works, both for the framed photos on the wall (mostly he credited the design to his amazing lil sis!) and the decoration dolls on their bed. Garou was chuckling when he saw Badd like that, glad that his hero boyfriend had done all of it just to make Garou happy.

Garou went to hug Badd from behind, entrapped the smaller man inside loving embrace, in which Badd responded with approved humm as he leaned back into Garou’s warmth. Happy that Garou appreciated his effort.

Then Garou put his chin on Badd’s shoulder and snuggling him, while sneakily saying “Thank you, babe~” so softly into his ear. Complete with (un)necessary biting on Badd’s earlobe that made the young hero blushing brightly and elbowed the laughing wolfboy on his sternum.

The friendly bickering and light manhandling between them quickly turned into a brief steamy making out session on the bed. They were ready to escalate it further more, before repeated hard knocking from outside the bedroom door by Zenko stopped them in track, calling both of them to prepare the dinner meal.

With a teasing smile, Badd told Garou that they should continue it later after they all have dinner together. He gave a soft peck on his boyfriend’s lips, then he immediately got up to answer Zenko’s call. If Garou were really a wolf, he absolutely would joyfully wagging his fluffy tail at the moment while following Badd along towards the kitchen like a lovestrucked puppy.

Meal preparing and their family dinner went normal as usual, but Badd could feel a pair of bright golden eyes always gazing at him with much tenderness whenever Garou thought Badd didn’t noticed him doing that. He just replied it with a soft smile towards his lover.

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Later at night, when both of them were ready to sleep, Badd saw Garou reaching for the stuffed white wolf and craddled it on his chest. He closed his eyes while caressing the doll with gentleness, like it was a precious rare treasure. Badd thought for a moment, Garou looked like a small innocent child like that.

Badd understand what Garou just did, it was because the doll was the last thing he got from his late mother, a present that was given for kid Garou before her death. He clearly missed his mom but haven’t got a time to reminisce the memories of her, at least until now.

Same as him, Badd himself also not too much showing his emotional burden and weakness to people after the death of his parents. Even to Zenko, because he must be strong brother for her despite he was also hurting inside, but haven’t found someone who was willing to lend their shoulder for Badd to lean on, to seek comfort at, and to help him released his bottled up emotions.

But then Garou comes into his life, slowly giving his trust and warmed up to him. Eventually he was offering Badd a chance to opened up his hidden burden as a hero and as a person, despite Garou himself still keeping his hurtful memories.

That’s why Badd also wanted to return his favor by giving him lots of happiness that Garou. That eventhough he has awful past, he still deserved to received more joyful things in his life. And Badd was more than happy to do all of it, anything to make Garou smiling genuinely more often.

Felt the sleepiness has been catching on him, Badd also grabbing his own kitten plushy doll and hugging it dearly on his chest. It’s been so long not to sleep with the doll, especially after the tragic day because it would hurt him.

Now that Badd has already found his own happiness, he could thinking his memories of his mother calmly. Not the painful one anymore but the blissful one. He still missed his father and mother so bad, of course. But he hoped their parents already in peace together in heaven. Maybe they were watching him from above there now?

Bringing the cozy blanket with him, Badd shifted closer towards Garou so his lover would cuddle him. By the instinct, the sleepy Garou put his arm around Badd and pulling him more closer until Badd could rest his head near Garou’s chest. Purring contently, Badd snuggled against the hard pecs, feeling safe and comfort already.

Both of them have a good sleep and nice dream that night in eachother’s arms. The stuffed white wolf and tuxedo kitten plushy could be found between their sleeping figures..

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🐺 THE END 🐱

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Notes:

Honestly I feel this very cheesy but I couldn’t help it, forgive me for the OOC-ness I’m so sorry! 😅💦

Also Lilia, if you noticed, this headcanon was actually based on your Garou headcanon and our small convos about it here: •https://hiro-gari.tumblr.com/post/636445859688677376/what-if-garou-has-a-box-of-his-old-stuff-still •https://hiro-gari.tumblr.com/post/636531124727889920/what-if-after-garou-was-gone-from-bangs-dojo-and •https://hiro-gari.tumblr.com/post/636579523086958592/little-garou-with-a-stuffed-wolf-thats-so

Because I like the imagery, I tried to make a little writing from our shared headcanons. Hopefully you don’t mind it 😆💕

And I also combined those ideas with my older headcanon which I sent for @the-goddessfighter last year in here (please check out her amazing illustration for it, it’s lovely! 💖): https://the-goddessfighter.tumblr.com/post/629479209492987904/part-1-badd-was-cleaning-off-his-attic-when-he

So how was it, do you like this headcanon? 👀✨

Before I ended this note, I wanted to say sorry if my writing seems boring or uninovated, because I only rewrite/recycled the old hcs without being able to write newly fresh ones 😢😞 Or that I always writing Batarou waaaah I’m so sorry that I’ve been clogging your Garou simp blog with my submissions, I must apologize to your followers, too, forgive me– *bowing profusely* 😭🙏💦

Nowadays I’ve been slowly losing my confidence to write, because I don’t know if my works is good enough or not. Maybe I’m not good enough, but I’m very grateful for anyone who still willing to read these messy writings of mine. Thank you guys, your supports are encouraging me to keep going! I will try my best :“”)

Like usual, many thanks always being given for: @hiro-gari, @the-goddessfighter, @kaincuro, @guby1620, @garous-nipple, @jusqu-une-etudiante, and @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas, and of course all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! Thank you, I love you all~ 😭💕💖

Hope you guys have many great days, thank you~ 😚😘❤💜💙💖💝🌸🌻💐

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

aaahhH OMG our little wolf convo ;~; I’m so honored it could help inspire this beautifully nostalgic and emotional headcanon the “if I could turned back the time I would absolutely become your friend” really hit me like a bus I’ve got real tears in my eyes

It makes me so happy to imagine them having each other now, a steady support to lean on in their chaotic lives, and finally putting all those bitter memories to rest ♡

#LISTEN #I am ALWAYS honored to receive these from you!! #it’s a garou simp blog and badd’s invited too #everyone simp garou!!! #maybe it doesn’t make sense but garou being happy is my real kink 😅 #anyways thank you soso much for sending me this I love it!!! #you and the batarou shippers on here bring me so much joy :') #ilysm #submission #anon #batarou #garou #metal bat

[writingsfromstarfleet]

Oblivious - Pavel Chekov X Reader

A/N: This is a request for @dancingwith-thesunflowers who’s just a lovely lil human, I hope you enjoy this!! You lot as always are included, I hope you enjoy too :) x

also known as mal can’t actually write endings

You weren't unfamiliar with the concept of being the youngest; most of your life you were at the bottom of the age scale wherever you went. Joining Starfleet, you were relieved somewhat to discover that you were not the only one. Pavel Chekov had joined you, a Russian lad with a talkative streak, and the the two of you quickly became friends.

Pavel was kind, and he was very funny, telling you stories of his childhood back home in Russia, and he had so many to tell. They never got boring. You had made a habit of meeting together every evening for a drink, the talks however drawing long into the night. Talks of this, talks of that, both everything and nothing in particular.

You had come slowly to love the feral little Russian, though you weren't about to tell him that for fear of him not feeling the same. A friendship was formed and the last thing you wanted to do was scare him away. So instead, you sat by and watched him chase after others. Pavel had met a girl, Irina, and he seemed to really love her. You laughed with him through the good times, and sat with him through the tears after arguments. They decided to call it quits after discovering they were too different.

Assigned to the Enterprise, though in separate departments, you were still as close as ever. You spent all the free time you had together, though now you were joined by newer friends, too. Sulu, Uhura, Scotty to name a few. Your new life on the Enterprise only pushed you closer, and to your dismay, your feelings resurfaced for him.

"You know," Uhura started, whilst the two of you were sat in the mess hall. "You should probably just tell him."

You looked up at her, pulling yourself from the daydream you were having.

"Huh?" you asked, feigning innocence.

Uhura had none of it, smirking at you over the top of her glass, the knowing look she sent you saying everything. Raising your eyebrows, you sighed.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Oh, Y/N, of course not, not to Chekov at least" she laughed, and you airily joined in. She was right, and you weren't about to deny it.

Things were going well with Pavel, though you still hadn't mentioned how you felt to him. You got all the more close, and it didn't seem as though that was going to change. That was, until, Irina came back. Almost immediately, he seemed infatuated, spending most of the next couple of days with her; he even missed your evening drinks. The most you saw of him was a quick passing in the halls, or at dinner, where he only spoke about things Irina had said or done. You grew tired of it, beginning to distance yourself slightly.

Why were you being like this? You asked yourself this daily. You weren't sure, it wasn't as though he was your boyfriend, nor did he like you back like that, something you and convinced yourself was true.

Sitting on your own in the mess hall, you were joined by the Captain, a change welcomed, but left you a little confused.

"Captain, an honour to have you join me." He laughed a little, not unkindly.

"Please, it's Jim, Y/N, you know that by now."

"Old habits and all, Jim, apologies." He shook his head dismissively, smiling as he sat.

He was formal during the day, however, but come the night he relaxed a little more. Kirk saw his crew as his family, and there was nothing he wouldn't do to ensure they were safe and happy. It was important to him, and to have a captain who cared so much, you considered yourself grateful.

"Now what's this I hear about you and Mr. Chekov, then?" Jim's question caught you off guard, and you lowered your glass and looked at him, confused.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Jim."

"You can't kid a kidder, Y/N. I'm not as stupid as I may look, y'know? I know how close you two are, and here you are, on your own, looking sad. I also happen to have noticed the absence of my ensign, and putting two and two together, well, it became obvious."

Realising he was right, you shot him an incredulous look and he chuckled. Sighing, you opened up.

"He's been spending time with his ex from the academy, Irina. I barely see him anymore.."

"Then tell him how you feel about him."

"Not you, too. Is there anyone who doesn't already know?"

Jim smiled at you. "Apparently, just the two of you, now."

You put your head in your hands and sighed. Placing a hand on your shoulder, Jim spoke one last time.

"For what it's worth, Y/N, you haven't seen the way he looks at you."

With that statement, he cleared his tray and left you be. Mulling over his words, you wondered if what he said was true. Did Chekov like you, too? No, there was no way. You weren't exactly his usual type. You were friends, nothing more.

Down the hall, Chekov was making his way to the mess hall with Sulu, Irina having left that morning. They were deep in conversation as they walked.

"And I just don't know why Y/N is ignoring me." Chekov's voice was strained and had hints of sadness in it, and Sulu smiled at him.

"It might be because Y/N is jealous, did you ever stop and think that?"

"Jealous? Of what? We're friends, nothing more. I mean, I'd love to be with Y/N, but the feelings definitely are not returned."

Sulu raised his eyebrows. "I wouldn't be so sure, have you seen the looks you get?"

Chekov paused to consider the words from his friend. Did you like him back? No, you only saw him as a friend, surely.

Entering the mess hall, Chekov caught sight of you leaving, and decided to follow. Sulu nodded, joining some other crewmembers as he watched his friend leave.

Taking off down the hall, you knew he was following you, and you willed your legs to just keep walking. Your brain, however, told you to slow down and speak to him. There was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to avoid a confrontation, you didn't know how to word the thoughts in your head.

"Y/N!" His voice called for you; you walked on. "Wait, please, I want to talk to you."

"I don't!" You called back, nonchalantly. You thought you had out-walked him, given that it went very quiet. Feeling a hand on your arm confirmed you were incorrect.

"Why are you avoiding me, Y/N?" Refusing to face him, you looked away, trying to continue your walk. "Please?"

The tone of his voice made you feel guilty; truth be told, you didn't know why you were avoiding him. Your jealousy wasn't necessary, there was nothing to be jealous of, really. It's not like he was yours to be jealous of. All of these thoughts raced through your mind in that minute, so much so that you failed to answer him.

"Y/N? Y/N?"

"Because I love you!"

His eyes widened, and so did yours. You couldn't believe you said that out loud, and you backed away slowly.

"I- uh, well, I-uh.." Failing to find any words, you looked down at the floor. Pavel smiled, his eyes now looking at you with such adoration.

"Oh, you precious thing."

Before you could look up to question his statement, he lifted your chin up so he could look you in the eye. With as much gentleness you'd ever felt, Chekov placed his lips on yours. Shocked at first, you slowly melted into the kiss and cupped his face with your hands. He placed his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Sadly, it had to end at some point, and you pulled back to look at him.

"You.. do like me. I thought they were just joking" you laughed out, resting your forehead against his.

"They? Oh, the crew told you the same as they told me."

You stared at one another, and laughed. Genuine, true laughs, stood in each others arms.

"How could we have been so.. oblivious?" You asked between laughs, and he smiled down at you and shrugged.

"I really do not know."

While you may have been oblivious before, now, you were not. You loved him, he loved you, and that was all that mattered.

#star trek #star trek imagine #star trek x reader #star trek the original series #star trek tos #the original series #tos #pavel chekov #pavel chekov x reader #pavel chekov imagine #chekov x reader #chekov imagine #x reader #imagine

[touchmycoat]

Hi :) Congrats on finishing tgcf and thank you for your read along commentary!!! I was wondering what your thoughts were about the characters and if your impressions changed from when I previously asked your thoughts?

hello hello hello~!! sorry for the late reply ;;; but thanks for coming back~!!!!!!!!

SO!!! SPOILERS AHEAD

I’M HORNIEST FOR:

Hua Cheng, jesus fucking christ. capable devoted sociopathic dramatic bitch but kind of shy i’m DEAD. Like what. mxtx knows devotional kink; she saw how we all went feral for lan wangji and his 16 years and went “ohohoho, here try 800″

Xie Lian, babyyyyyyyyyyy. Talk about a Good Man through and through. My coworker and I were chatting about tgcf today and she was like, “this forum was saying Jun Wu only needed a Hua Cheng of his own” and I was like, “bITCH, Xie Lian has a Hua Cheng because he’s Xie Lian.” He’s so! Fucking! Brave!! And his heartbreak was so goddamn real the whole way through but no matter how badly he was hurt, he made the decisions to claw his way back from crossing that bottom line—not without help!!! But that’s not the point!!! He doesn’t have to do this alone TTTTTTTTT ALL IT TAKES IS THE KINDNESS OF ONE I’M BAWLINNNNNNNGGG

(okay and y’all know my tastes; the sacrifice on the alter vibes with all that piercing action.... i was both sad and horny.... i was sarny.....)

Shi Qing Xuan. Hello talk about my favorite character archetype to read/write dark edgeplay for. 不知者有罪！Give them guilt give them messy complexes give them an unquenchable need to repent. But also give them this painful optimism!!!! I’m horny!!!!

He Xuan , ,. ., sexy water calamity  ,, . ., vengeful , . angry . ,.. swallows,,,

YUSHI HUANG???????? BITCH???????????? BITCH?????????????!!?!??!!?!??!?!?!?!? PLOW ME YOUR MAJESTY AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

LESS HORNY FOR, BUT LOVE:

Mu Qing. Duuuuuude what a journey with this guy. I support him! Bitchy lil man with that Relatable class resentment. Virgin for Life Squad of One. Protective but bitchy about it. Capable but bitchy about it. An anxious mess and bitchy about it. I genuinely adore him.

Feng Xin. Bruh. All muscles and fealty; brain empty. This man gets to fuck once and only once, he’s so goddamn foolish and Taurus, he had me shrieking with laughter all the damn time.

(if anyone has fic recs for feng xin finding out about the sword shit, and why xl lost his mind when they were in exile afterwards?)

Quan Yizhen & Yin Yu! damn I really enjoyed Yin Yu’s story, and i fucking love autistic!qyz just Doing the Most, chasing after cool carriages and putting on random cursed clothing and stuffing people’s temples with gold. Yin Yu is so sympathetic, and I really liked his whole bit before he totally didn’t die! His whole “YOU’RE RIGHT I HATE HIM A BIT DON’T I GET TO HATE HIM??” Embracing resentment, but not to a toxic degree, is a good look on him lmao

AAAWWWWWWW:

fucking qi rong & gu zi

he was so goddamn fucking LOUD

aslkjnflksjdnlfsd but the thing with the kid was really sweet

Ban Yue & Pei Su

like they were fine! chillin’

....poor pei su

HISSSSSSSSS:

jun wu, in both rage & sympathy tbh

SQUINT:

Ling Wen. I love me a female character who’s ambitious and ruthless and also kind of heavy-handed & has moments of dumbassery. But i just don’t think i get... why she killed the guy? And has all these feelings about it now? If you got Ling Wen-centric fic throw them my way I’d love to see people puzzle her out ‘cause she seems complex! and kind of a fucking fool!!! i love that for a woman!!

Pei Ming. As lucky & i have discussed, he’s kinda the uncle you don’t necessarily wanna sit next to at family dinners, but if you had to you could make conversation and excuse yourself to use the bathroom every hour to take a break from him.

Shi Wudu. Lol I still like the horny twitter fanart but yeah, I’m pretty fine with him getting decapitated. #SupportBlackWater #EatTheRich (sucks for sqx)

#mxtx anon #thank yooooouuuuu for your continued interest in my loudness lolol #tgcf #tgcf read along #so i started reading fucking 2ha but i'm definitely gonna reread tgcf #wow the plot holy fucking shit the plot #talk about AMAZINGLY paced and so tightly woven #fucking bloody ingenious #anon #asks

[twobrokenwyngs]

thank you ;;

holy ffffff

I ... I cannot ... CANNOT believe how kind and loving and generous people have been with me today. I am so overwhelmed with the outpouring of support on this, the anniversary of my birth. it is so, SO much more than I anticipated getting and I genuinely have no idea how I deserved it but I could not possibly be more grateful for it. 

there are times when I can feel really invisible, y’know? suppose it happens to all of us now and again but there are definitely times when I’m like... man, it’s so easy to blend in, it’s so hard to make connections. there are so many amazing people out there and I just want to know them, be known by them. the last year hasn’t been the easiest - those closest to me can definitely attest to that - and my last couple birthdays have been laden with the baggage of disappointment and loss and longing and I really didn’t know what to expect this time around.

but... wow. the love and support I received today, both online and in real life, has been... remarkable, and I just want to take a moment to appreciate that. for myself. there’s sort of a rundown of the day I had below the cut but aside from that, I just want to say... 

thank you. thank you to every single person that has messaged me or reached out publicly or privately, who has CREATED for me, (oh god, fuck, I cant believe you), who has taken a moment out of their day to think of me and wish me well. I am so endlessly grateful for you and I really hope you know how much it meant.

my birthday started with my best friend in the whole entire world, the absolute light of my life, @marsza, writing such a beautiful post which affected me more than I can really express. it was such a testament to the role Nia plays in my life that she was the first one to send me good wishes, even when she has so much going on demanding her focus. her regard for me gives me strength, it always has. if I go on too much about this I might cry but suffice to say she is one of the most profound influences in my life and to be reminded of her love on this day was just... everything. it’s such an incredible blessing to know that she’s going to be taking time out of her busy life to be with me this weekend and I suspect that despite everything - my enjoyable workday, my birthday party tonight - that’s going to be, by far, the best part of it all, because I am never happier than when I am with her.

before I went to sleep, too, I got the most touching message from Mia, @hexlikesramennoodles, that made me feel so loved and thought of and sent me to bed with so much warmth and so much to look forward to - including a package all the way from Australia filled with Australian things!! I cannot WAIT! 

when I woke up today, I had such an avalanche of goodness from Annika, @clockheartedcrocodile who absolutely FED the feralness of my current hyperfixation by making me three moodboards and writing me a drabble, not to mention the public AND private messages of effusive love I got... oof, it was a lot. I don’t know how they fit so much love in their lil baby body. but damn... I lucked out.

she’d really hate for me to say it but @bakedapplesauce was so incredibly sweet to me today - she has this way of seeing you and knowing exactly what to say, what to do, how to make a person feel important. and then she went and wrote me a whole-ass fanfiction, about my two favorite redneck idiots, which I haven’t even been able to read yet but even knowing it’s there... god. I knew it was coming and it’s been something to hold on to and look forward to this entire week. for her to spare some of her VERY limited time and VERY limitless talent on me is such an honor I can barely process it. I! am! so! lucky!

@tommyplum, that ANGEL, freakin went into my back catalog and read one of my most beloved creations and wrote the most stunning review of it filled with incredible insights and poetry of her own and my god it was just so unexpected! it was such a unique sort of gift and so remarkably thoughtful I’m STILL reeling. she is another one that has a way of making you feel SO seen and like... perceiving genius in people that they didn’t even know they possessed. god.

@peachesmao ...... I mean, I genuinely have no idea if it’s okay for me to put you on blast like this or not but she gave me a BEAUTIFUL sketch of my main man, one Rustin Cohle, and... god. it’s. so. gorgeous. Adding it to my collection of the Redneck Birthday Art that @pt90 made for me a bit in advance of my birthday which was also unbelievably breathtaking... again I have no idea how to express my gratitude for these things, it’s just... so much... I love you guys

and throughout the day I have received sooo many messages from sooo many friends, privately and publicly, that I just! god!! I wanna shout you out all individually but you know who you are and my god I appreciate you so damn much.

and fuck... I’m so honored to say that wasn’t even all. my coworkers!!! my coworkers came out in droves to make me feel loved and special - when I walked in to work today I had THREE gifts waiting on my desk. and balloons! they got me a freaking cheesecake! they sang to me and hyped me up and made me feel important the whole day through. everyone I passed had something to say about it being my special day, even if they’d already said it. at the end of the day I asked one of them - how could this be! everyone was so MUCH today, did so much, treated me so well, and she told me it was simple - people like me. and that’s... oof, man. I don’t try to be any certain way, and yet... after 7 years at this company I am surrounded by people who genuinely like me and want to see me be happy on my birthday. that really means something.

to top it all off, one of my other best friends, who moved across the country a year ago, sent me a gift basket with candy and a balloon and it’s just so incredible to know that even though we don’t live in the same city, I’m on her mind and loved from 2,000 miles away.

tonight I go to a karaoke bar with a couple friends, a handful of coworkers, and some family. I’m going to wear a dress that I feel cute and confident in, I’m going to probably get drunk and still, more love is going to come my way. and it’s just... it’s overwhelming. I dont want to take any of this for granted. I started this month thinking that my birthday was doomed to be a bust - overlooked, unimportant, non-existent.... and yet here I am feeling absolutely celebrated by pretty much everyone I know and that’s... me?? ME? like, I realize all of this sounds like a humblebrag or something - look how much people love me! - but believe me when I say this was so, so needed for me. I have spent too long now feeling small or unworthy. but during that time I have also loved fiercely, with everything I have, and today... through some sort of karmic miracle, it has all fallen back onto me. 

and that’s why I’m writing this post. because one day I will need it. one day I’ll be feeling low and I’ll need to look back and remember - I am loved, I am seen, and during a time when I needed it the most, there were people there. I am held. I dont expect that anyone has read this far - again, this really is just for me - but if you have, thank you again for being part of my world. it wouldn’t be the same without you in it.

#personal #whew boy... i just... today was really something #its not even over #but i needed to keep a record of it for myself #because... man... just... wow #i love you all #i love you all with everything i've got #and thats all i can really say

[dnawield--a]

@builtperil​ asked: “ ;;  he he he he u make ben too STUPID. ( * is someone who never watched ben 10 * ) -- BUT since I'm here, please indulge for us why he's like that? :eyes: (( g-genuinely I promise, I'd love 2 hear your thoughts )) “

‘CAUSE HE’S STUPID AND FERAL AND THAT’S IT

Nah I’m kidding. Ben isn’t actually stupid despite how much I call him most variations of the word. Ben has shown time and time again throughout the series that he IS very clever, and to a certain extent, he IS good in school. His worst class is physics and he still manages a B in that class, which really does say a lot about when he CAN actually focus on studying (another reason why he adored Julie- she was super smart and helped him with studying and was sooooo patient with him).

At the end of the day, there’s a list of reasons why Ben does some of the things he does. The shit posty stuff isn’t actually shit post- he’s got Pica. Ben eats weird things, but they are weird things that don’t bother his sensitivity to taste and texture. The things he eats that stem from him having Pica are dirt and paper. I think there was a third thing, but I don’t remember TBH! Dirt and paper aren’t textures that make him go, “bad! bad!!! bad bad bad!!!” which is why he also enjoys eating it. Not really for the taste- sometimes he just. Had to eat dirt. It’s an overwhelming need, and he’s aware of how weird it looks, but he’s just,”I do Not care. I NEED to eat this dirt right now or I will die.”

This also devolves into him and his smoothy tastes. I forgot where I read it or remembered it from, but he doesn’t drink the same smoothy twice. At least, not in the same day. It has to be a different flavor if he’s having his second or eleventh. There’s no reason for this that’s stated as far as I know, but since I headcanon as ADHD (and since I am also ADHD and have this obnoxious trait), he purposely does this ‘cause of some dumb shit he’s done in the past with foods that he liked. Pretty much, if he REALLY wants to eat one thing, he will eat the same thing with nothing else until he just is on the verge of puking if he has to be near it. This only pertains to certain flavors rather than food though. There’s certain smoothy flavors he can’t go near anymore ‘cause he drank so many for an extended period of time that the very SMELL of them make him nauseous. Gwen and Kevin hate his weird smoothy flavor options, but he doesn’t feel like explaining that the mango smoothies they wanted make him want to vomit the second the small gets to his nose, so if they wanted normal smoothies, they should’ve bought it.

Then there’s just his. Chaotic nature. I’ll be real, his chaotic tendency didn’t stem too much into left field until Omnive/rse. Could be due to character regression ‘cause the writing with him was a lil all over the place (though also I got my own beef with UA Ben but that’s another field I won’t go into until my rewatch of UA which I am absolutely putting off for MANY reasons aside from the three episodes i went back to watch SOLELY cause I remember them being good and not making me outright visceral and angry), but honestly, he’s just. Tired. All of AF he was fighting aliens and having to be quiet about the matter. Then some tween blew his secret and now the entire cosmos just STARES at him and critiques everything he does. When he’s trying to be a good hero, he’s criticized. When he’s show boating, he’s criticized (which is fine but like it’s just another moment on the list). When he’s trying to help multiple people at once and they are handled a teeny bit rough ‘cause he’s literally trying to get several people out of a burning building that the fire department is DESPERATELY trying to put out faster, he’s criticized. When he’s just being a normal teenager,  he’s criticized. When he dares to be a teenager that has a powerful device attached to his wrist, he’s blasted on a major broadcasting channel and screamed about how he can’t be trusted and how he’s a true menace and will betray everyone.

He doesn’t let it show, but after a while, some people DO just go too far and he’s just. Unable to care anymore. Fine. Which is why he’s all over the place with how he reacts to things. Sometimes he takes a very serious approach to it because at the moment, he doesn’t feel like it’s appropriate to be snarky. Other times, his own coping mechanism kicks in and he HAS to make extremely inappropriate quips, jokes, or banter. And then other times, he goes only on instinct and makes very dangerous decisions that FEEL right (and in the long run, do end well, but usually at the cost of whatever sense of self preservation).

There’s also the nagging sensation of, y’know, the entire Universe he is in being a copy he had to make because he was too late to save his original Universe. There’s the constant feeling that it literally doesn’t matter what he does because he ALREADY failed the first time. He’s wondering, “Wait did I die twice or did I forget to remake that part of the Universe?” because the change of the smoothies seem different to him (which in fact they ARE the same, but his brain refuses to accept he, a human by default, managed to recreate an entire fucking Universe), he can’t just...forget this isn’t his original Universe, and he genuinely hopes one day it WILL taste the same. Though he’s also scared of that ‘cause then he’s going to be like, “wait no I can’t forget the old Universe. Those were my original friends. These guys are all copies. What if I changed something that’s gonna change their whole future? what if-” and he’s just. Constantly racing with a lot of ‘what if’ questions, and it does actually stress him out to the max. However, since the last thing he wants is for the media to know he does, in fact, feel anxiety ‘cause then his critics are gonna use that against him, and while he fucks around with Harangue, it has taken a toll.

So, his logic behind behind so feral and chaotic is literally: “Okay, but like, I WILL be chaotic all the time so you become SO USED to me being chaotic that you will get tired of it and just accept it as the norm! Which works for me ‘cause I do Not know how to cope with my trauma in a less destructive way, so therefore, I am forever the helpful menace to society because I am stressed 25/7 but since I have no more privacy unless I actively FIGHT for it, I literally don’t get to cope and I don’t even know how to because I have not yet accepted my entire summer when I was ten has left me very messed up in the head and I genuinely think what happened that summer was the best thing to have happened to me. Also I haven’t slept i 12 days and I’ve been able to hear time and it’s very stressful.”

#ooc. \ ʙᴇɴ ᴛᴇɴɴʏsᴏɴ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴜʀᴏᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛs #meta tag. #// this is very stream of consciousness bc idk how else to write BUT- #// in short: he's chaotic 'cause he's stressed and he genuinely doesn't know how to properly sift through his trauma #// bc he doesn't accept that he is in fact traumatized #// it's gonna be DECADES before he accepts that he has PTSD #long post /

[shadowofthelamp]

fic ramble about characterization under cut. author’s notes of my brainspew!

man, the more I see about it, the more I wanna make dib a lil more feral in the fic. I guess I fell back into the characterization I’m doing because I like the idea of him being a little more chill as he grows up (mostly because he knows zim definitely isn’t going to actually conquer the world at this point) but he SHOULD still be... weird, just about different things. he’s still seeing this partially as just a cool experiment to get excited about, but I was trying to imply... idk, just closeness? I didn’t want to make it so they had to make out so that you knew they were comfortable with each other. they’re still pushy and insulting and weird at each other sometimes, they’re just also both used to it so it kind of slides off.

I’m not sure I still like the idea of him working at the lab as like a regular job but it’s way too late to change THAT at this point. I was planning to have him lean off that as time went on anyways. 

it’s really weird writing a multi-chap like this, honestly, since my ideas on characterization are sort of shifting as I write. reinvention was more like a series of drabbles that went in chronological order. let me help was so incredibly self-indulgent (it involves self-insert shipping) that I figured anyone else who actually cared was a perk. can’t mischaracterize the oc if it’s supposed to be you! when was my last real fic like this? probably crushing the code, started when I was fifteen. and that one I had it roughly plotted out before I even started. here, I only figured out the plot after about chapter five or six, and I’m still not sure where it’ll stop to go into the potential sequel.

I guess with oneshots I don’t really have to care about how other people talking about how they characterize things, since it’s already over. normally I wouldn’t mind, but seeing other people have ideas that I think are better but wondering if it’s too late to shift mine is... bleh.

although ‘having to deal with zim all day’ IS a good chance to let him crack a bit. passive characters are easy to write but annoying to read, I know. I’m going to try and make dib more active. I was trying to balance between florpus, show canon, and my own hcs, and that’s still a tough balancing act. 

I do genuinely like how I’m doing zim, though. he’s gonna be a total momma bear when that kid gets here. honestly he’s probably a better parent anyways since he gets attached to things so much, dib is just better for ‘preparing’ since he sort of knows what to do just from being a human person who kind of knows what babies need. he just doesn’t have much of a guide for actual good parenting which is where the trouble is probably going to start.

I won’t change things a lot, I don’t want it to be jarring or anything, but I’m still re-adjusting to writing these guys so I apologize if it seems kind of shaky from one chapter to another. people do seem to like it, so it’ll just be some tweaks here and there!

#iz #aip #shadow says stuff