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sorcerous-caress · 1 month

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Hihi! I just wanted to leave a message letting you know how much I enjoy the stuff you've written. Your human kink tag is probably one of my favorites on this website to be honest, I've read through it so many times (its hard to pick a favorite, but i think mine my be the one with Halsin and the human tav/companions), and i adore the way you write for karlach and shadowheart as well (shadowhearts not even really one of my favorites, but you write her in such a way i think she ended up getting bumped up my list of favorites). Just wanted to say thanks for all that ig!! 🍒

Halsin is one of my fav when it comes human kink because you can tell the man is humanity's number one cheerleader.

"The average elf sleeps with 10 humans a year," factoid actually just statistical error. The average elf sleeps with 0 humans per year. XxHumanzlover69xX Archdruid Halsin, who lives in a cave & sleeps with 10,000 humans each day, is an outlier and should not have been counted

The average elf also consumes 0 human porn per year. Meluidil, the goonerbrained high elf, is personally responsible of 90% of the high forest traffic to human porn sites.

Halsin screams human kink. While wood elves have the least degrading view on the homosapiens amongst all other elf kins who view us as less than bugs, they still remain pretentious in their own way of patting us on the head for not burning down our forests...this year.

Take Kagha, for example. She'd be damned if she let a mere human direct her ways. In comparison to her venom filled fangs, we are mere deer fawns, clumisly still learning how to walk without tripping over our own feet.

But Halsin? Our "pathetic nature" brings out the protective instincts in him whilst making him crave us insatiably. He wants a cute human or a dozen to take under his wings and show them the ways of the natural order. Properly teach them about harmony and the various pleasures the oak father blessed his creatures with.

Humans categorize themselves as animals after all, don't they? Halsin would find that notion too silly and adorable of us. Yet he can see it in our graceless ways, primal hormones, and short-sighted nature. Its makes him pity how we can't truly connect with nature like he does, since if we're a part of the gaint picture that is nature, we simply can't step away to view it whole like elves can. We merely live in our veiled and narrow corner of the painting.

Or this is all just elf propaganda. Tales Corellon spinned to make his children believe they're inherently superior so they don't go making half elves left and right and therefore make him lose his domain. Who knows?

It's just that Halsin took the "humans are lesser than you" message a little too personally, and now he sees it as his duty to care and protect humanity.

It doesn't hurt that we are very easy on the eyes and easy to coax to bed. Elves have all these courting rituals that take years at a time just for a kiss, it's so refreshing to just walk to a human and make his intentions known in a poetic line or two that has them sliding onto his lap and touching his pointy ears all curious and wide eyed.

It's not every day that you meet a big, strong elf that shatters your painted glass view of delicate elves. That makes your human hunger for knowledge and cat-like curiosity go haywire as you tiptoe around the subject to get information from him.

He thanks his orc ancestor every night for the many cute humans asking to touch his muscles after a drink or two.

Humans are new, refreshing and constantly inconsistent. From the most primal cutthroat ones that wrestle the control from Halsin to the softest adorable ones that sit on his lap and let him do all the work. We are as cunning as we are dumb.

It's the most intoxicating drug he has had. The more he sleeps with humans, the more he wants more. No two are the same.

Nothing gets him going than watching two humans drown in the pleasure with each other, bodies glistening with sweat as they chase after one another's mouth. Hungry and impatient, Clearly frustrated with their lungs' burning for air as they are forced to break the kiss. Watch a human make another bend over under them, a struggle of power filled with possessive bites, moans and curses. Like their own emptions and desires are too intese for their human brain to process so they need more, melting in greed as they push their bodies past their limit just to scratch the itch.

He wants to watch two humans exhaust each other into oblivion before he takes over. Be gentle and guide them through one more orgasm just for him, experiencing first hand just how unbreakable the human spirit truly is as they stubbornly refuse to stop and keep demanding more.

Followed by providing aftercare for the two of them as they cuddle against him. Looking so Innocent with their soft features as they sleep, trusting him to watch over and protect them.

Halsin's other top fantasy is having a human druid be his disciple. Clearly new in the ways of Oak father and yet so passionate and determined. Halsin would show blatant favouritism as he takes them personally on quests with him, have them tend to the plants in his chambers just before he gently lays them over his bed and claim them.

On another note, poly Halsin with human Tav who's with Gale, Wyll or Minsc is literally his wettest dream. He wants to take you and your human lover on dates before fucking you both to sleep.

He enjoys hanging around in a full party of humans and laughing at their adorable antics while tending to their every whim. Poor human forgot their food? Halsin has some berries in his pocket, open wide, and he'll feed them to you

Your legs are tired? Come here and he'll carry you, don't worry about his wandering hand squeezing your thighs and waist, marveling at how squishy the human body is in comparison to elves.

Bored? Sad? Anxious? He will turn into a cat and be your best friend for the rest of the day. Watch you squeel at how fluffy his fur is as you pet and coddle him, a complete 180 to how you were before, especially if you happened to be closed off to him.

He does find it hilarious how humans who are shy around him or suspicious immediately change their attitude when he wildshapes into an animal they deem cute. He knows they know it's still him inside but their instincts to cuddle everything fluffy wins over their pride and they throw themselves at him.

Thank you so much. I haven't written or posted on this blog in a long while, so most people who read my stuff just come and go silently while leaving likes. It's discouraging to know the author is absent when leaving a comment because they think we might never see it, but I promise we do. Yours made me very happy, and I'm grateful for it <3

#♡human kink #♡smut #♡halsin #human kink #elf x human

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soapskneebrace · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet — Captain John Price

Pairing: John Price x AFAB reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: BDSM dynamics, mild daddy kink

Now on AO3!

Dedicated to @yeyinde who has been almost my sole inspiration for how down bad I am for this fucking man. (And because I know she’s working on her own version of this and I’m DYING for it.)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Almost to a fault, John is both active and attentive. After he’s pulled away from you, breath coming out in heavy pants and hair mussed where you’d been running your hands through it (or pulling it—he really likes when you pull it), he’s already on his feet scrounging up a washcloth to clean up with, a sip of water for you both to get back some of that hydration that you’d sweated out, and would you like him to toss you your shirt, dove? He’s never really able to sit still on even the calmest of days, but all it takes to get him to lay back down with you is a sweet, soft plea to come hold you. John cannot deny you when you ask like that.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t know if they’re his favorite, but John has a lot of appreciation for his hands. They’re weathered, scarred, and have carried out some of the most heinous acts a man can commit against another human being, but you also mewl and plead for those hands to touch you, to hold you tighter, to pin you down and mark you up. John uses the same hands he’s drenched in blood to wring breathless, sobbing pleasure from your body, and that he can do that is something that he holds dear. When it comes to your body, John loves your neck and your breasts. He has painted both with blooms of red and purple using his lips and teeth, and love to watch your breasts shake and bounce as he thrusts into you, one hand wrapped carefully but firmly around your throat.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Given the opportunity, John always prefers to come inside you. He’ll grab you in an iron grip, thrusting with a force that you’re certain will leave bruises, and bury himself to the hilt when he hits his peak, snarling into your skin as he rolls his hips against you to milk himself with your pussy. There is one exception though: if you’re taking him with your mouth, there’s nothing he likes more than to pull out and paint your jaw with his spend. Then he’ll yank you up, hands grabbing your face regardless of the mess, and kiss you messy and stupid.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to have your ass. Perhaps not the dirtiest of secrets, but he’s rather old-fashioned, and it feels dirty to him. Also, it feels unfair, since it’s an act he thinks only he’ll really be able to enjoy. You’ll have to be the one to bring it up, but you’ll get hints from him that he’s thinking about it—he’ll frame the little ring of muscle between his fingers when he spreads your cheeks as foreplay is heading rapidly toward the main event, or he’ll thumb your perineum when he’s plowing into you from behind, growling about how pretty your ass looks bouncing against him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

John has had few partners, but plenty of sexual encounters. He is not a man for casual sex—at least, not one-time flings—and prefers to dive deep into pleasure with people that he trusts. Figuring out what makes someone tick, what makes them lose every inhibition with him, is far more to his preference. He’s learned that to have sex means to learn about someone else’s body a little more every time it happens, and that sex really does only get better than even the best anonymous hookup.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Hands down, John likes to have you on your back with your knees hooked over his elbows. Any position, really, that he gets to spread you out and hold you open is his favorite, and he absolutely wants to see your face as he wrecks you. He consumes the expressions you make with a hungry, steely gaze, and he demands more often than not that you look him in the eye when you come on his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

Humor is not really his thing, in the bedroom or out of it. That isn’t to say that sex with John is always serious and intense—he cares for you, deeply, and that includes your smile and your laughter. It is more accurate to say that John is looking for that lightness after the fact; after you’ve wailed and moaned and whimpered from the ecstasy he’s drawn out of you, he wants to make sure you’re grinning and saying how amazing that was once you’ve finished. You can tease him plenty about how into the act he gets, because he knows if he takes you to bed you won’t want to leave it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

John is wonderfully hairy all over, and when he has the time he keeps himself neat and groomed (he’s already maintaining the mutton chops, after all). His chest hair is dark and a little coarse, as is his pubic hair, which strains up his belly in a happy trail that can’t quite make it to his navel. His forearms, calves, and thighs are also generously dusted with the stuff, although years of tight military gear are starting to show their effect on how fast it grows. He’s not too worried about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He can’t help but be at least a little romantic. You’re his, and his alone, and that’s a gift he is actively thankful for every day. He is not exactly prone to sweetness, but sex with John is always comfortable in that he is always paying attention to the little reactions you give when he touches you like this or thrusts into you like that. You find, even pretty early into the development of your sex life with him, that he’s as hungry for the way you respond to him as he is for the feel of your body in his hands.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You caught him with his hand around his cock once, at his desk on base and flushed red as he fisted himself in a tight grip. He’d called you there, in fact, and it had been at the beginning of your sexual relationship with him—he’d sounded out of breath and strained on the phone, and you’d hurried there to see what the problem was. As it had turned out, he’d started jacking off under the impression that you weren’t present, and then some background mental math had resolved itself to correct that assumption. It was the first time he’d bent you over his desk, but not the last.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

John truly does not like the word daddy, but that does not inhibit his enjoyment for the dynamic. He loves your acquiescence, loves the complete faith you put in him to take care of your needs, and even loves it when you give him the opportunity to lay down the law by being a brat. It’s half about the control—the heady opiate of power met with submission—and half about getting to give you what you desperately need from him. He loves to see you come absolutely unraveled, and loves to be the person you trust to get you there.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His office is a constant favorite. He doesn’t get to have you there as often as he likes, what with the international nature of his job, but every time the two of you have been within walking distance of it, he’s had you on his desk, on the floor, and across the couch against the wall at every opportunity. He’s a horrible tease about it, too—he’ll keep you speared on his cock for what feels like hours as you cling to your sanity, one eye on the locked deadbolt, your only barrier between bliss and humiliation, as John reminds every so often, “No, dove, you’re not allowed to come yet.”

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sometimes all he needs to see is the offset angle of the collar of your shirt to be ready to go. It makes him feel a little crazy, like being a randy twenty-something again with a cock that worked faster than his brain ever could, but that’s just the effect you have on him. More than once you’ve met him after your shower, skin still shimmering from the humidity, smelling fresh and hair a little damp, only to have him walk you back against a wall to work up a sweat and defeat the purpose of the bath entirely.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He does not want to actually humiliate you. Control is one thing—abuse is another. In the moment, he might growl about how needy you are, how perfect you look with that fucked-stupid expression on your face, but he will have a very, very hard time calling you a slut or a whore even if you want him to. Those are words, he was taught very early, that you do not call your partner, or anyone else. Period.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

John appreciates giving and receiving in perfect balance. The picture of you on your knees, his cock down your throat as he sits with you between his spread legs, is as appealing as the reverse, and he’d never make himself choose between one or the other. When he eats you out, his arms are wound around your thighs from underneath, pulling your pelvis in closer to his face as he buries his mouth and tongue and nose into your folds. When you finish on his lips, he will not stop. He wants to hear you wailing.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It all depends on what he’s trying to accomplish. If John is trying to get you to that place where words have stopped having any meaning and you are more an experience of pleasure than a person, he’s going slow, and he’s going hard. He wants to be as drunk on you as you are on him, too, and he’s had enough experience with the best Scotch he can afford to know that that dizzy, heady feeling belongs only to an endeavor in savoring it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are a tool in his arsenal that he uses to tease you, but he ends up teasing himself, too. That’s the point, of course, but sometimes it can backfire, and that turns into a rare occasion when John is not in control, is not trying to wring every drop of pleasure from you that you can stand. When John is needy and frantic because he tried to whet your appetite and got lost in his own want for you, you find it much easier to flip him over onto his back or press him down with a hand to his shoulder, and at that point he’d do just about anything you told him if only you’d let him have you. If you want to reap the benefits of him getting you back for it, you can bring him up to the razor’s edge of coming and then leave him there for you to indulge in later. Plan not to be able to walk after the next time he gets you into bed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

John is perfectly willing to experiment with positions and sensation play, just as an example, but there are limits to what he’s willing risk. While the fantasy of the 141 watching as he fucks you dumb is a favorite of his, he’s not actually willing to get into a situation in which that might happen, both because you might not like it and because he needs to maintain a measure of decorum as commanding officer, no matter how unconventional his methods might be. He still thinks about it, though.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He’s only getting older. He’s gotten cranky about this several times. He can manage two rounds, three on a really good day, but he thinks he should be capable of more. He wants his body to obey his own command, and wants it to be available to you, in fact, whenever you want it. You’ve reminded him more than once that he needs three squares and eight straights if he wants to actually have the energy to do what he wants to you, and neither are always readily available to him. He usually gathers you up into his arms when you say that, because in this big, horrible mess of a world he has a partner who treats him like the fragile human he feels he isn’t allowed to be.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themself?)

John’s old-fashioned, and the wealth of toys available today frankly makes his head spin. He’ll feel a little intimidated, too, if you consider bringing a vibrator into the bedroom with him, because it will feel a little like a suggestion that he can’t please you with just his own body. Luckily, rather than get pissy, he will communicate this, and you get to tell him that the full idea was to let him edge you with the vibe for as long as the both of you could stand. That’s a technique that fits within his tastes, and when you further inform him that butt plugs are great little tools to work up to anal sex, he gets on board pretty fast.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If it isn’t clear by now—John is merciless. He plays the instrument of your body like a virtuoso, and only hears music in your begging and pleading. He’s never cruel and he never leaves you truly frustrated and unfulfilled, because that’s not who John is, but he’s going to keep your climax out of reach until he knows for certain that finally being able to come will wreck you. How is he being unfair, he asks, when he always gives you what you want in the end?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Normally, sex with John is punctuated with growls, groans, deep snarls, and chesty rumbling. Keeping control of you also means keeping control of himself. But. When you catch him in those frantic moments, when his hunger for you far outstrips his desire to play those games of dominance and submission, you can hear him moan and whimper and almost weep when you ply his body with your hands and mouth, when you sink onto his cock at a pace leisurely and comfortable for you and agonizing for him. He will swear all colors of the rainbow, curse and praise you in the same breath, promise to get payback and promise you everything he owns if you would please, sweetheart, just please let him fuck you properly already.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He asked Kate once—ONCE—what he might be able to do, in her opinion as a woman, to take better “care” of you. She’d stared at him for a silent, awkward, infinite moment, and when she finally replied it was to address a completely different subject. He’d downed the remainder of scotch in his glass and asked the bartender for another. The best case scenario would have had Kate pretend to forget that he’d ever so much as thought to ask her, but no—later that night, she sent him a fucking Cosmopolitan listicle, not because she’s finally decided to be helpful but because she wants him to know: she remembers. She will always remember.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

John reaches about 6 inches fully erect, is uncircumcised, and is thicker toward the base of his cock. It’s an average length and shape, but he has never been, and never will be, an average man, not on the battlefield and not in the bedroom. His balls are a little larger than average, though, and they sit low and heavy. It’s actually rather fitting, for a captain who threatened to hunt a four-star general down.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You wouldn’t know it, because he keeps it under control as much as he does everything else, but John always wants you. There are hints of it—the intensity of his gaze, the low baritone his voice can reach when addressing you even in the company of others. The way he maneuvers himself into position at your side, not so close as to be unprofessional, but close enough to feel the energy radiating off of him in waves. You always get drunk on him, on what he gives you in bed, but sometimes it’s a surprise to be reminded that he’s every bit as drunk on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Part of the reason John gets up immediately to do the little chores of aftercare, at least sometimes, is to keep himself from falling straight to sleep. He isn’t always exhausted after he’s fucked your brains out, but the world is getting more complicated. His job is getting bloodier. Someone is always screwing over someone else, and he tasked himself a long time ago with fixing all of that. He has to be able to get up and do it. It’s why he’s honed the control he has over himself to such a sharp edge. It’s why, when he finally lets go and lets you take the reins, he’s never as mad or as frustrated about it afterwords as he is in the moment. But he really needs to be reminded that he’s allowed to rest. That he’s allowed to settle into the comfortable afterglow, to breathe in silence just for a little while. In the end, you have to be the one to ask him, wouldn’t you like to lay down with me, John? Wouldn’t you like to just hold each other, for a bit? And always, his answer is yes. When you ask like that, soft and sweet, he cannot deny you.

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starogeorgina · 4 months

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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Paring: Harwin Strong × reader

Warnings: Swearing, hints of violence

3.03

One hand rests on your bump, while the other holds onto Aerion’s hand. Your second born son had separation anxiety as a toddler, so everywhere he went, he had to hold onto your hand. Aerion had mostly grown out of it, but whenever he was nervous or afraid, holding your hand would soothe and comfort him, and being around a place he was unfamiliar with had caused him to become more quiet than normal.

Ada was sitting beside her grandsire, Ser Lyonel, and was completely caught up in his tales of Harrenhal, a place she had yet to visit. It did worry you slightly how pale your father-in-law seems, but perhaps he was exhausted from playing with your children or the worry felt after receiving a raven saying his wife was sick with a fever. Your father beams as Vaegon tells him about his bond with Nightmare and how large his dragon is.

You feel a tug on your dress, and Aerion quietly asks if he’s allowed to go and play with his cousins in the gardens. “Of course, sweetling,” you smile. “I’ll let you know when it’s time to get ready for supper.”

A few moments had passed before Aegon approached you. He slid into the chair beside you and let out a huff. “Why does he still hold your hand?”

“It comforts him.”

“It’s weird.”

As much as Aegon’s comment irritates you, you couldn’t deny that a mother showing so much affection to her son would be weird to him, simply because he wasn’t used to it. “It’s not weird; some children find comfort and warmth from being close to their parents.”

Your brother brushes stands of strangely silvery hair out of his face. Scrunching his nose up, he says, “But why do you let him?”

His question is painful to hear. “Because he’s my son, and I want him to feel safe.”

Aegon doesn’t reply for several moments, and when he finally speaks again, he makes a remark about how Sunfyre's dragon was bigger than Varos.

“Is that so?” You stand and motion for him to follow; instead, Aegon stares at you blankly, so you take his hand and lead him to the window. An action that doesn’t go unnoticed by your father, who smiles.

“What are we looking at?”

“Wait for it…”

Your brother is left speechless as a dark shadow cast by Varos overtakes the keep. He had grown so large over the past few years that he was now the same size as the wild dragons. Feeling slightly smug, you grin. “What was that you were saying, brother?”

“How did he get so big?”

A mixture of amazement and confusion was painted across his face. Remembering how fascinated you were with the size of Dreamfyre, who was the largest dragon you had seen when you were Aegon’s age, you smile. “Two hundred years before the doom, the Valyrians settled on Dragonstone, and it’s believed they used sorcery and magic to shape it like dragons on purpose, so that it instilled fear in those who saw it. It's said that the same magic that lingers on the island is what causes the dragons who live there to thrive.”

“And you really believe that?”

“Do you think Varos would have grown so large otherwise?”

Aegon says nothing, but you smile, noticing he’s still loosely holding your hand.

—

“If you cannot drink wine, you should at least indulge in one of these. The cream is to die for.”

You pick up one of the strawberry tarts laid out amongst the bread, cheeses, fruits, and sweet tea that Ser Laenor had brought to your sister's quarters. It had been some time since you spent any real time with your cousin, so it was pleasant to spend some time with him.

Noticing Ada watching you closely, you dip your finger into the cream on top of your tart. You pretend to go to lick your finger, but instead you wipe it on the tip of her nose. The giggle she lets out warms your heart.

Laenor leans back in his chair with a faint smile on his lips, his face clouded from consuming so much wine. He was an unhappy man, and neither the richest of Dornish wine nor the finest of men would help him find peace. Sometimes you wonder if his love for his sons is the only thing keeping him alive.

“Where are the boys?”

“They are with Ser Tyland.”

Laenor takes a large gulp of his wine, finishing the cup before placing it down. “And Ser Harwin?”

“In the training yard, he was instructed by Rhaenyra to supervise my nephews and brothers sparing,” you laugh. “It won’t be long now until your sister has her babe; Daemon is convinced it’s another girl.”

You stay in your cousin's company until it’s time to take Ada to attend her lesson in High Valyrian.

—

“Might I ask what you’re staring at?”

Harwin chuckles. He was leaning against the doorway, seeming content watching as you unbraided your hair since deciding to remain in your quarters for the rest of the evening. “I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you look.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words and the way he looks at you.

You smile, thinking of his compliment as your fingers untangle the wavy strands of hair still stuck together. “How are my nephews coming along in their training?”

“I think the sooner the boys come to Dragonstone, the better.”

His response takes you by surprise. “Oh, my father told me Jace and Luke were training daily, so I assumed they would be getting along fine.”

“Cole is teaching your brother’s cruelty; he had Jacaerys fight both Aegon and Aemond at the same time. The poor lad didn’t have a chance.”

Your heart sinks at the news, and you feel a rage building inside of you. “I didn’t realize it was that cun—Cole was training them; I thought it would have been another knight training Jacaerys and Lucerys.”

Harwin stands beside you and runs his own fingers through your hair, enjoying the feel of the soft texture against his calloused hands. “Life will be much better for them in Dragonstone, for all of us. Besides, it will be better for Ada and Lucerys to grow up together.”

Not long after the birth of your daughter, Rhaenyra and Laenor proposed a betrothal between your daughter and their second-born son, sweet Lucerys. At first, Harwin was hesitant to accept because they are cousins; however, he had to admit he preferred it to the Valyrian custom of siblings marrying. And most importantly, you knew a son of Rhaenyra would always treat your daughter kindly.

You rest your palm on your stomach and say, “Hopefully, my love.”

—

Luckily, you remember the knights shift patterns from all your years of sneaking around the red keep and use them to your advantage. You sneak into Ser Criston's quarters just before he finishes for the night.

Surprised by your presence, the knight jumps back until he’s pressed against the wall. As you step closer to Sir Criston, you see the amusement on his face. “What is your intention towards Jacaerys?” you demand. “Rhaenyra has told me everything.”

A smug look spreads across Criston’s face until he fills the tip of your dagger just under his chin. He takes a deep breath before replying. “I have no ill intentions towards the boy, princess.”

“I don’t believe you. You’ve known all along who his biological father is, and yet you continue to torment my sister?” You ask, confused and frustrated.

“Did she tell you I asked her to marry me?”

“Yes, she mentioned some ridiculous proposal of you running away together to Essos and marrying for love.”

“I’m sure your husband would enjoy hearing that you find marrying for love ridiculous.”

“Jest about my husband again,” you dare, while pressing the blade up enough to cause more pressure. “You gave into temptation and blamed my sister for soiling your white cloak; is that it?”

“You’ve always been very observant, haven’t you, princess?”

“None of this is Jacaerys fault.” Seeing the fleeting look of fear in the knight's eyes, you lower the blade. The only reason you were giving Criston a chance to change his ways was because he cared for your younger siblings, especially Aegon. It was no secret that neither Alicent nor your father gave him the attention he needed to feel loved. “He is innocent in all of this, and need I remind you that any punishment Rhaenyra would receive if the truth was revealed would be much worse for you.”

“I understand,” he says meekly.

As you turn to leave, Criston suddenly grabs your arm roughly, then spins you to face him. He leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. You're taken aback by the unexpected display of affection from him, and you slap him hard across the face, feeling your cheeks burning with rage.

The knight looks at you with sincerity in his eyes. “It was never Rhaenyra I wanted, princess; it was always you.”

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xysidhequeen · 7 months

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I know in your Red Knight AU, Jason when on the rampage in another realm, after finding out that Batman replace him with another Robin.

Did Danny manage to be there for him during that time?

He did! Danny was always there for Jason. He actually wanted to chase after Jason immediately, but luckily, the first thing he did was panic call Jazz, absolutely out of his mind. Jazz promptly told Danny to let Jason have some space for a little bit to process.

Which was for the best, really. Jason needed to not feel like he was trapped and that he could be angry. He never really got that before. But the most important thing is Danny came after him and brought him home. Jason needed to feel like he could be angry, but also, like his anger wouldn't mean he'd be punished or abandoned. It was a very delicate time for him, but Danny, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and all our favorite ghosts made sure Jason knew he was very much wanted still. And that he was utterly irreplaceable.

Skulker handled this by breaking all of his weapons and suits overnight and saying he didn't know how to fix them. (Jason very much knew what he was doing, but the time spent on fixing things helped ground him)

Ember handled this by announcing that she couldn't possibly ever sing ever again unless her only other band member was there (Still very obvious, but music time with Ember usually devolved into very necessary crying time. A lot of ice cream was consumed)

Johnny and Kitty handled this by getting into a MASSIVE fight and refusing to speak to each other unless Jason mediated. (This actually was far less obvious, as the two tend to get into fights often. No one is actually certain if the fight was fake or not to this day, but they also haven't broken up once since and Jason is incredibly proud of that)

Fright Knight handled this by.... well, actually, he took the blunt approach and told Jason there was no one in any realm dead or alive he'd ever consider worthy to be his apprentice besides Jason. (This was highly effective as Frighty has always been bluntly honest with Jason. He didn't wholly believe it but it was a comfort. Frighty then beat his ass in a spar and he didn't think of much else)

Basically, everyone was there for Jason. Not just Danny. Jason was made to feel like his anger and hurt were valid, because they were. But he was also not just told, but shown how precious he was to every life he touched. He didn't get it, not at first and he struggled to really believe it.

It wasn't until later, after Danny opened up more about his own trauma and the effects it had on him that Jason actually began to somewhat understand more of what Jazz meant when she said Danny was getting better. He pieced more of the story together from the others to paint a better picture, and that's when it clicked for him. As much as he needed Danny, Danny had needed him just as much. (Clockwork may have had a hand in this as well, but whatever those two talked about, no one will ever know)

Also, as an aside, once everything calmed down, Danny was very pleased to learn the rebelling realm was now back under control and quite terrified of the Ghost King and his Knight. It saved him so much paperwork.

So yeah, this was a bit all over the place, but hopefully, it answers your question. Team Phantom and the ghosts are basically a very large family, and they might fight and bicker, but they seriously pull through and muster together if anyone is hurting. They're a bit clumsy sometimes with it, but the love they all feel is very obvious. I really, really wanted to give Jason a much more healthy origin story into becoming Red Hood than he got in canon. The poor boy went through enough. It was past time for him to get to heal.

Jason still has some hangups. His abandonment issues are still there, and his fear of rejection. But it's not as bad as it was, and because he'd been allowed to express his anger without being punished(or enabled, anger is a fine emotion to feel. But you should never let it consume you) for it, he figured out how to manage it.

He might still slip now, and then, he has trauma, and that won't go away. But Danny will never, ever let him fall. Neither will the rest of the weird little eclectic family they've built.

#zee answers #this is barely coherent because im at *checks watch* 25~27 hours no sleep? maybe? im loopy #sorry if this was insanity #just wanted to make it clear that Jason was never left to deal with anything alone #he always ALWAYS had support #a massive support system actually like you cannot possibly stay feeling bad when you have like 20 people determined to make you feel better #and i want to make it clear that Jason's anger was never seen as a bad thing to the group because its NOT #and how can you learn to manage an emotion youve never been allowed to properly express before? you cant #so Jason got to learn that too. and he learned the best ways for HIM to handle his anger between all the ghosts trying to help #this fic began because i just wanted fluff and nice things for Jason because I love him and he deserved so much better than canon ever gave #so of course Jason got support and love and everything he needed to feel secure and safe #this is at its bones a fluffy AU #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #the king and his red knight #the king and his red knight au #tkahrk #tkahrk au #danny phantom crossover #halfa jason todd #Jason Todd #jason todd/danny phantom #jason todd x danny fenton #jason todd/danny fenton

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sft-chrries · 10 months

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falling in love with kyojuro rengoku

pairings: k. rengoku x fem!reader

if you’re a slayer:

the two of you are often partners so you two get along well

if you noticed his food is finished and he’s still hungry, and you're not done with your food, you would give it to him.

of course he’ll decline because you need to eat too but after insisting that it’s find he will eat it

if you got your ass in to the butterfly estate he will put some food/snacks on your table

when you were patrolling, you phased out and realized your feelings when you saw two couple eating together, and you thought of you and rengoku

you pushed your thoughts away thinking that you were just delusional but it haunted you

if you're zoning out, you would think about his smile, eyes, hair, and voice

you wanted to tell him about it but didn't have the courage to do so

until rengoku made the first move

“(name), i would like to court you,” he blurted out randomly, causing you to choke on the drink you were having. you managed to cough out a “what?”

“you’ve been occupying my mind lately, and i can’t seem to get rid of it. when i talked to mitsuri about it, she told me it was love that i was experiencing. ever since she told me that, i’ve thought about you more— if you ate anything for breakfast, if you got enough sleep for your next mission, and if you got home safely.” he expressed as he looked at the ground.

you were speechless the whole time. you didn't know he felt the same way, and you didn't know what to say. he had noticed your silence and started to sweat. then, you mustered the courage to tell rengoku about your feelings.

“i… i’ve actually had feelings for you for a while now. every time we talk or spend time together, my heart races, and my thoughts are consumed by you. i never expected you to feel the same way, and i… i’m incredibly happy right now.”

as soon as the words left your lips, he wore a stunned yet elated expression. without hesitation, he stepped closer and pulled you into a warm, tight embrace.

if you’re a helper at the butterfly mansion:

you've seen a lot of people in the butterfly mansion but one particular hashira had your interest

even when rengoku was obviously hurt he would still smile and thank you for replacing his bandage and it made you confuse

because usually they would whine and/or complain about how tight you put it but rengoku just smile and say thank you for taking care of me

while you were in your break a few of kakushi told that the flame hashira was badly injured due to the fight with lower moon 1 and upper moon 3

when you saw him your heart stopped and you knew that you weren’t capable to take care of him because you were shaking so you had to call shinobu for it

he was out for 2 months and within those months everytime you were on a break you would be next to him

you realize that you were in love with him when you almost lost him💀

when sumi, kiyo, naho checked up on him they scream for your name

"(name)-san! rengoku-sama is awake!" when you heard that in the distance, your heart began to beat faster as you gave some medicine to the sick demon slayers.

as you finished your work in that room you excused yourself and closed the door. the moment that the door closed, you sprinted your way towards rengoku’s room and there he sat. he smiled weakly at you and you ran towards him, hugging him.

"oh, how i missed you, rengoku-san!" you sobbed out, gripping onto his clothes as you confessed to him. you didn't even know what you babbled about until you saw rengoku look at you with flushed cheeks. He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears with his thumbs, as he told you what he feels about you.

if you're just a citizen:

you were known painter in your town and you knew him when he requested a painting

he liked it so much that he payed you double💀

of course you insisted that it was alright for him to pay with the normal price but he didn’t really care

when nightfall came, he came back to escort you to your house

you two were chatting then you asked him if its hard to slay demons

he didn’t like it because you knew that demons exist so he tries to escort you every night to your house

eventually he started to have feelings for you

and he realized that as a hashira, it meant that his life is always on the line. so, he decided to act on his feelings sooner rather than later.

so, when he heard that there was going to be a festival in your town, he asked you out.

“(name)-san, i know a spot, but it's up the hill! would you be okay with that?” he asked as he held your hands tightly, ensuring he wouldn't lose you. you nodded, but soon let out a gasp as he scooped your body into his arms and ran, effortlessly leaping forward.

just as the both of you reached the top of the hill, he gently placed you down, and you staggered slightly, trying to regain your balance.

"what was that, kyojuro-san?!" she exclaimed, breathing in and out to steady herself. he gave her an apologetic smile and said, along the lines, "i got excited."

he placed a blanket on the soft grass and gestured for you to join him. you settled down beside him, gazing up at the sky in anticipation of the fireworks. he cleared his throat, catching your attention as you turned to look at him.

"i want to tell you something... you know that my job is to slay demons and my life is constantly on the line, right? so naturally, i don't have much time with me, and i don't want to waste any of it," he said. then he stood up in front of you, dropped one knee on the ground, and took something out of his pocket. "(name) (last name), will you please marry me?"

you didn't even let him open the ring box, and you embraced him tightly before yelling, "yes!" while nodding enthusiastically.

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eldritch-nightmare · 4 months

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celebrating the holidays.

a/n: hi here's my short replacement for the eyeless jack fic. that one is still gonna get posted!! just may take a while bc it's getting longer than i intended it to be lol. anyways i tried to keep the holiday relatively vague but since i personally celebrate christmas, i may slip up a bit. couldn't decide who to write for so i just spun a wheel six times and went with the ones selected.

includes: the bloody painter, nurse ann, jane the killer (arkensaw), eyeless jack, kate the chaser, and homicidal liu.

warnings: not proofread, very brief mention of helen's childhood, literally just fluff, also inconsistent length but that's to be expected atp, reader consumes meat in jack's section so sorry if u don't, nsfw elements in jack's part my hand slipped guys, blood, lotta kissing.

THE BLOODY PAINTER

He never cared much for the holidays, even when he was a child. Honestly, it was the one time of year that he dreaded the most.

He's an artist, so you know what that means. Every year, without fail, he would always get some art-related gifts. Not that he was complaining about that or anything, it was really, and still is, the only thing he had much interest in.

He just... found it to be draining. Apparently, at least according to his parents, he was supposed to find the holidays to be a fun, exciting time of year. And he was supposed to be oh so thankful for getting yet another sketchbook or paints from his relatives or whatever.

That was just too much work, honestly. So he grew to dread the holidays, even long after he became the killer he is today.

He's... not quite sure how he feels about the wrapped gift you're holding out in front of him. A part of him wants to reject it, and he almost does, but the barely contained excitement in your expression made him hesitate.

Your excitement only seemed to grow when he took the wrapped gift from you. While he didn't necessarily want or need a gift, he couldn't help but indulge you, especially since you seemed genuinely excited over whatever gift you had gotten him.

Honestly, he wasn't sure what he was expecting when he unwrapped the gift. Something art-related, no doubt. And it was art-related, just not in the way he was expecting.

It was something similar to a scrapbook, but it was really... neat. And more so a collection of art rather than an actual scrapbook. The thing that caught his attention the most was that it was just any old collection of art.

It was his art. You... you took or had his art professionally photographed and you put it in this book. It wasn't every single piece of art he's ever made, but it included a lot from different points of his life. It even included pieces from before he had met you.

He does not cry, no. But you do catch the tiniest smile forming as he flipped through the pages. It's... the nicest gift he's ever gotten before.

Helen's not sure how he'll repay you for getting something like this, so for now you'll just have to accept the tighter-than-usual hug and soft kiss.

NURSE ANN

Ann isn't too sure if she's ever celebrated any holidays before. She has no memories of her life before her... death? Is she dead? Well, she certainly doesn't feel alive.

She's rather indifferent towards the holidays, and honestly she probably won't even realize it's that time of year unless you or someone else point it out to her.

If you want to celebrate with her then she certainly won't stop you, just don't expect her to be the life of the party or anything like that.

You will have to guide her through how to celebrate because she simply will not know. But once she gets a hang of how things work it'll be something she retains for the future.

Ann stares blankly at the... tastefully atrocious sweater you were sporting. There were so many colors and the design clashed in a borderline unbearable way but you somehow made it look good.

Her gaze then drops down to the matching sweater you were holding out for her, an expectant look in your gaze. She thinks she understands, though she still glances up at you in confusion.

You explain that while it's not necessary to do in order to celebrate the holidays, you thought it would be fun to wear matching outfits with her. It's something couples do sometimes, apparently.

After your quick explanation, she silently takes the sweater from your hands and puts it on over what she was already wearing.

It certainly looks odd on her, no doubt, but the fabric is actually pretty soft, and the bright smile that lights up on your face makes it hard for her to care about whether or not the sweater looks good on her.

JANE THE KILLER

Jane hasn't celebrated the holidays since all the shit that's happened to her. She's been so focused on hunting Jeff down that it never even crosses her mind. Hell, she hasn't even celebrated her own birthday in years.

But then you come along and you insist on doing something for the holidays. Not because you necessarily enjoyed the holidays, but mostly because you just wanted her to take a break for once.

It'll take a lot of convincing. You'll have to get her to promise you months in advance, if we're being honest.

And if she didn't have such a soft spot for you, she probably wouldn't even humor the idea you had to celebrate. But alas, she loves you, and she finds it hard to say no to you more than she would like to admit.

She huffs in mild annoyance, sticking close to you as you guide her down the streets. She wouldn't normally be in such a crowded place but everyone was so caught up in their own plans for the holidays that no one spared her a single glance.

You wanted to go ice skating. It's not typically a traditional way to celebrate the holidays, at least not for her, but it seemed as if it would be fun. And it would give her an excuse to be close to you, so.

When you guys finally reach the ice skating rink, you're bouncing in excitement and eagerly pulling Jane along to go and put some blades on. She lets you, because your hand is oh so warm in hers and the way the lights shine in your eyes makes her feel... peaceful.

Now, there's no denying that she has never gone ice skating before. Hell, she's never been roller skating. So the moment you two were out on the ice, she was clinging to you to keep herself from falling.

It was embarrassing, and she almost wanted to storm off out of frustration but you never laughed at her. You would help her catch her balance whenever she slipped. You only laughed when you slipped.

You were even fine with sticking to one side of the rink, always keeping Jane behind you whenever another person would skate too close.

And when the two of you decided you had enough, she couldn't help but pull you close right as you go to step out of the rink, planting a deep kiss on your lips and leaving you dazed as she goes to take her blades off.

EYELESS JACK

Similarly to Ann, Jack can't remember if he's ever celebrated the holidays before. However, unlike Ann, he does have a vague idea on how people celebrate the holidays. He's not isolated like her.

He's definitely indifferent towards the holidays. He doesn't care much for them, but he's probably willing to celebrate if you really want him to.

Gift giving is not his specialty, dear lord. You will have to sit him down and tell him bluntly what you want so he can find some odd most certainly illegal way of obtaining it.

Jack is, however, an amazing cook and there is nothing that could change my mind on this, so he will definitely be willing to help you make any holiday meal you may want to try out.

Jack is silent as he watches you cook some meat for the meal the two of you had been spending the past few hours or so making. You had family coming over, and you needed dinner to be done before they arrived, so you had enlisted the help of your demonic, cannibalistic boyfriend.

His nose scrunched up in slight disgust at both the sight and smell of the cooking meat, and he grumbled silently under his breath about what a waste it was to cook it.

His mild disgust only seemed to grow more evident when you cut a piece of the meat off and pop it in your mouth to taste test it. He just couldn't understand how you could eat such a thing. Then again, he can't really judge considering he only consumes raw meat. Typically coming from a human.

You hum in delight at the taste, and perhaps it's an instinctual thing humans do, or maybe it's something else, but you cut off another piece and hold it out for him to eat. He just stares, and it takes a moment for you to realize what you had done, letting out a small, embarrassed laugh.

Before you could eat the piece of meat yourself, he was grabbing your wrist and bringing it back to his mouth, eating the cooked meat and biting your finger in the process. You hissed at the feeling of his sharp teeth pricking your skin, but you don't pull your hand away from him.

The meat was disgusting, no offense. You're an amazing cook so it isn't your fault, he just literally cannot consume cooked meat (or really anything that isn't raw/human) and he's going to feel absolutely awful tomorrow but that's for future Jack to worry about.

Present Jack thinks he deserves a reward for putting up with both the smell and taste of cooked meat, and he licks at your bleeding finger like your blood is the best thing he's ever tasted. To him, it was. It certainly helped to erase the taste of cooked meat.

Once he was satisfied, he was pulling you closer to him and kissing you deeply. He bit at your bottom lip until it was bleeding as well, and he couldn't help but groan as your blood invaded his mouth once more, relishing in both the taste and the little gasp that came from you.

He wanted more. Needed, if we're being honest. He found himself craving for you as his hands fell to the hem of your sweatpants, gently tugging at them. A clear sign of his intentions.

You grabbed his wrists before he could continue, breaking the kiss off and smiling slightly when he chased after you. The two of you were breathing heavily, the air in the kitchen feeling a lot thicker now.

Later, you promised. You still had a meal to finish cooking, and your family would be coming by in just a few hours. You sealed the promise with a quick, chaste kiss before taking the meat off the stove and setting it aside to focus on the next part of the meal.

And he helped you. He was patient, and he knew you could keep your promise.

KATE THE CHASER

Considering her sensitivity to light, it's not exactly easy for her to celebrate the holidays since bright lights seem to be a staple in them.

She's not really much of a holiday person anyway, so it's not something that bums her out.

She's probably the only one on this list that's least likely to indulge in celebrating, and will more than likely turn you down if you bring up the offer.

But she does feel a certain fondness in her heart when she sees you getting excited over something in relation to the holidays. While she doesn't enjoy that time of year, she's glad that you do.

Kate keeps her eyes covered as you carefully guide her through the forest. You had a surprise for her, apparently. Something to celebrate the holidays without actually celebrating.

She wasn't immediately thrilled, but you had promised that there would be absolutely no bright lights involved and that she didn't even have to consider it something for the holidays. That was enough to make her willing to indulge you just this once.

Even with her eyes closed, she could practically feel the excitement radiating off of you as you brought her closer to wherever it was you wanted to take her.

You told her to open her eyes shortly after, and she found the two of you standing in front of one of the many abandoned cabins within the forest. She didn't even hesitate to enter the cabin when you motioned for her to. Kate trusted you.

The sight she saw when she stepped inside was... it was breathtaking, honestly.

The walls and the ceiling were covered in glow-in-the-dark snowflakes and stars, illuminating the cabin in a faint green hue. It wasn't a grand gesture or anything of the sort. It was... it was nice.

The glow of the stars and snowflakes was bright enough to illuminate the cabin but dull and dark enough that she didn't have to shy away from it.

That wasn't the only thing you had planned either. She's not sure how much time and effort you put into doing all of this, but you had set up a little space in the cabin. There was even a small projector set up, as well as some food that you knew she enjoyed.

It's definitely the most romantic thing she's ever experienced. And if this is how you want to celebrate the holidays with her, then she definitely won't mind doing this sort of thing again next year.

HOMICIDAL LIU

Similarly to Jane, Liu hasn't really celebrated the holidays since everything that happened. He knows when that time of year comes around, and it makes him feel nostalgic, but he always found it hard to celebrate alone.

He's the one on this list who'll be most excited to celebrate the holidays with you if you ask him to.

It doesn't matter what you wanna do. If you wanna decorate your home, if you wanna give gifts, if you wanna make a meal, if you wanna just stay in and watch some movies and order takeout then he's down.

Sully doesn't care for the holidays and he finds the whole time of year to be annoying, to be honest, so you'll only be celebrating with Liu.

And you decided that you wanted to decorate your home a bit for the holidays. It was a simple way to celebrate the holidays, and you didn't even have to leave your home to get any decorations since you had some stuffed away in a box in your closet.

When you had told Liu that that was your plan, he was eager to join you. It's been so long since he's been able to do anything for the holidays, and he was just... really excited to finally have someone to spend them with.

You made sure to put on some music to play in the background while the two of you got to decorating, and you'd tell him where to put certain things if he didn't know what to do with them.

You two chat with each other as well during all this, sharing random memories and stories from your childhoods. Some were happy, some were sad. Sometimes, Liu would trail off mid-story and you'd have to change the subject to something lighter.

At some point, when a particularly romantic song played, you set down the decoration you were holding and pulled Liu away from the one he was setting out so you could take a break and dance with him.

It got the brightest smile out of him. The brightest one you've ever seen.

The bitter sadness and nostalgia that comes with the holidays lingered. It would always linger, honestly, but it was easier to deal with when he's with you.

And he was excited to make new memories with you. Ones that'll make him smile when the holidays roll around again.

#sigh keep forgetting how i tag stuff here hold on #the bloody painter x reader #nurse ann x reader #jane the killer x reader #eyeless jack x reader #kate the chaser x reader #homicidal liu x reader #the bloody painter x you #nurse ann x you #jane the killer x you #eyeless jack x you #kate the chaser x you #homicidal liu x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you

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iheartred · 2 years

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i LOVE ur writing n it’s perfect because i need to consume more media abt the black phone. could i request the black phone x reader where reader is rlly feminine? idk how to word it sorry i hope u get it😭😭

The blackphone x reader

m.list

Them with Feminine!reader

cw : fluff/crack / reader has no distinct gender but is feminine !!(they/them will still be used!!)

a/n : I understand this in a way (I think??) I hope everyone else understands too, and I'm hoping this is what you meant whsjsh😭

(After writing this I think this is just more of a really pretty and kind!reader oo my bad whsjsh,also this will be pretty short whdjd)

Finney Blake :

Doesnt know how to be around you

Like he's always so nervous, whether it'd be your very kind and soft personality or you're entire style that take his breath away

He's like just amazed at how pretty you can be dude :C

You : Hey Finn! What are we doing in class toda- you good??

Finney(sweating) : never been better!

You : okay??

he will try to compliment you and by try I mean he'll walk up to you, stare at you like you're a God, look down, then walk away

And you're just standing there with your friends wondering what that was all about

Friend : huh?? Was he gonna ask you out or something

Robin (from the sidelines) : he was gonna say you looked nice y/n

You : oh! Tell him I said thanks!

He'd tell you over the phone how sorry he was about how weird he was

Robin Arellano :

" Eres Bonita "(You're pretty)

Is all he'd say outlook before saying it was nothing when he realized you didn't hear him

He will literally always be trying to impress you, intentionally or unintentionally he will do so

He'll literally pick you up if you said your legs were hurting

Helps you fix your makeup because he always sees his mom during her makeup and she taught him how to do a girls makeup if he ever wanted to really impress a person

You : Wow!! My makeup looks even better than before Robin, thanks so much

Robin : Ofcourse no pro-

And then you'd kiss him on the cheek as a real thank you then you'd run off saying "OKAY SEE YOU TOMORROW BYEBYE ROBIN!!!"

Bruce yamada :

Will steal your sweaters as a joke because you said he'd never rock any sort of outfit you wear

Lowkey kinda likes these sweaters, won't ever admit that though

Will do your nails with you

You : Bruce you're literally painting my entire finger at this point stop

Bruce : whattt noo that's craz-

You : Bruce. I don't have nail polish remover. Please

Then he'd stop..

Then paint you finger again and run away

Loves to show off when he's at a game and you're there, will be on 170% during the entirety of the game

If his team coach ever found out it was you who fired him up like this, expect your mother calling you down to tell you that it was the coach for the 50th time that week

Loves doing you hair, since he has a little sister I can imagine him doing her hair whenever his mom is out and about or she would just rather that her older and cooler brother do it for her

Vance Hopper :

Is probably also really nervous around you

Doesnt show or admit it though because letting someone like you ruin his reputation of being a hard-core tough guy would be embarrassing

Now this doesn't mean he'll straight up ignore you, or be rude towards you it just means he won't ever let himself be seen blushing whenever you tell him how pretty he can be too

Vance : That's embarrassing literally shut up

You : It's not though! You really are pretty, like your hair and you're eyes are just really-

And then all you can hear is rambling from your end and a Vance who's trying really hard not to show that's he's extremely flustered by this

if he felt like the day was going pretty great, he'd definitely be very openly kind to you

Telling you how gorgeous you looked, complimenting your hand writing, letting his hand linger a little longer on yours when he tried reaching for his paper

Anyways, I feel like if you asked him on this particular day he'd MAYBE let you put his hair up not in public but you know it still works

Billy Showalter :

Is nervous around you, like whenever you're out in the morning waiting for the daily newspaper he always makes sure your last so he gets a lot of time to spare so he can talk to you

Billy : goodmorning y/n

You : Goodmorning Billy! Thanks for the newspaper!

You say slightly shouting it

He loves when you talk to him, especially when you ask him for help, specifically

He knows anyone would ask for help, but when you ask it's like an angel just put a blessing upon him

will help you put your hair up with your pins, and loves to compliment them

Billy : your pins are very cute

You : thanks Billy, I get them from Walmart they cost like one dollar, sometimes even just 50 cents!

Next thing you know, Billy comes up to you with different pins whenever they have new ones in-stock

Is flustered around you a lot, but never shows it

But his front breaks whenever you pat him on the shoulder and tell him he did a good job, or thank him for helping you study for the test that day

You always walk away and never realize that you leave him a blushing mess of a man

☆ ☆ ☆

#The blackphone #the blackphone x reader #the blackphone headcanons #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #Bruce yamada x reader

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cure-icy-writes · 1 month

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Okay so. A lot of people have been making cute little dungeon meshi aus where it's modern, but specifically the cast lives in one place. Figured I should maybe share mine?

Anyways. Dungeon Meshi but it's midwestern.

-Senshi, i think, is a regular presence in the church but is the kind of christian that the pastor has beef with. He has an apron with two fish and five loaves of bread on it, and can be found at pretty much every barbecue and church potluck. No one's sure if he's really devoted to jesus or just heard the story of a guy feeding an entire crowd and started showing up to church to feed people. He has caused two married men to have their bisexual awakenings.

-The town they all live in has an extremely high density of restaurants, meaning the only thing to do around there is go out to eat. The gang goes out to eat new places a lot together!

-Izutsumi is a warrior cats kid who was probably bullied for hissing and biting the other kids. The gang recognizes that she's not mean, she's just badly socialized and also seventeen. She lives in a group home, but has been running away less ever since she got promised regular meals.

-Related: Chilchuk is a union guy who is covertly making sure every restaurant they go to is up to code. He keeps shutting down places for not having adequate safety measures for their employees.

-Izutsumi has decided she's going to hang out with Chilchuk sometimes and will stop by his workplace. He's insistent that he's not adopting any more children, but has been teaching her how to budget, how to lie convincingly enough to get a job, and the most ethical places to shoplift from with the fewest risks because she's going to steal things anyways.

-Marcille has never been to a cornfield in her life. She's a Chicago kid, who really misses her deep dish pizza and that really good Italian place, but she's here to study some rare microorganisms.

-Marcille studies a very weird field of medicine that involves looking for medical uses in odd places. She's looking to eliminate class divides in lifespan by trying to find more affordable medicines for diseases that primarily affect the lower class.

-Her father died of asbestos poisoning from working in unsafe conditions when she was a kid, so she's especially alert for it, and gets a little neurotic around flu season.

-Laios and Falin used to go to the creek behind their house all the time to catch crawdads, and sometimes he'll still do it for old time's sake.

-Laios flunked out of college because they couldn't handle his autism rizz. He's going to trade school for the culinary arts, but he keeps trying to cook things he shouldn't.

-Laios checked out the massive dragon books from the library and cried when he found out they weren't real.

-He does furry commissions online, but he's not the best with customer negotiations and keeps wondering how many nipples someone's fursona has. Chilchuk helped him build his profile to appeal to commissioners who like speculative biology.

-Falin watched her brother flunk and went "hm, I think I will not." she's an apprentice at a local gardening shop. You think she's a normal sweet cottagecore kind of girl but then she starts gushing about soil nutrients and sustainability and you realize. Oh. Oh this is the kind of girl who would romanticize being buried under a tree and having it consume her bones.

-Laios wears shirts with anatomically correct dinosaur skeletons on them, but he has to order them online and frequently complains that there are no good clothing shops nearby. Senshi heard him say this, and introduced him to fabric paint.

#dungeon meshi midwestern AU

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i-want-my-iwtv · 2 months

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I will be delusional as I want BUT I'll pretend that tom cruise going back to Warner Bros means we'll finally get the deleted scenes from the iwtv please please manifesting

🙏🙏🙏 Anon, embrace being delusional! I wish! If anyone's connected with Warner Bros please please tell them we want the deleted scenes!

Anyway since we're on the topic... over the years I've talked about wanting the cut scenes, and I wanted to reflect for a moment on why we want them. I think we want them because, like a delicious cake, once it's all consumed, we still look at the serving plate, hoping we can still lick the icing off the knife, or maybe the baker has some leftover cake back in the kitchen?? Or maybe they can tell us that the secret ingredient to intensifying the chocolate is ESPRESSO... We just want another taste so badly! We want to know the secret ingredients that set it apart from other cakes. And some filmmakers know that, and sometimes they're happy to share the cut scenes on a DVD release, maybe with commentary as to why the scenes were cut, like:

"Here's a scene were Louis kills a priest and ultimately we had an overall run time limit of 2 hours, but it was otherwise a perfectly good scene."

"Here's part of a set of scenes we shot early on where Lestat shows mortal Louis what killing entails, and although we loved it, we ended up improving the Lestat makeup & hair a few weeks later, and for the sake of continuity we had to cut it bc we couldn't go back to that location to reshoot, or it would have taken too much time to fix in post, etc."

Giving over the cut scenes is a little like an artist showing the scrapped versions of a painting composition, and that's fine when the creator wants to invite the viewers into their artistic process, but I think the IWTV filmmakers at the time (and for years after) really wanted the '94 movie to be serious* to the point that releasing cut scenes could have undermined their overall vision... maybe they simply didn't want to invite the audience into their creative process.

(*Serious, BUT there was certainly plenty of beauty, charm, dark humor, intimacy, desire, so much more! Maybe the filmmakers cut scenes that THEY felt didn't mesh well with the overall story they wanted to tell, like putting together an outfit and choosing accessories that go better rather than others... you know?)

WITH THAT SAID... What cut scenes would you have liked to see? That's what fanfic and fanart are for, so tell us and maybe someone will be inspired to create it for all of us 💝

IF Tom was still part of VC at all... one of my personal fantasy casting ideas was to have Tom play the Marquis in TVL, and now he's really old enough to do it! 😅 Can you imagine?? Tom playing his own horrible father! Cast younger actors to play kid!Lestat, teen!Lestat, etc.?? Tom!Marquis showing obvious preference for his two older brothers and being horrible to Gabrielle... it could be amazing.

Obviously it wouldn't be adorable like this but... I've always loved Tom Cruise characters when he interacts with kids and teens, he's always seemed very in touch with his inner child, even when that inner child is more of a 12 yo brat. Whole novels could be written on his layered performances with child and teen actors, but for now, just a few thoughts...

^From Jerry Maguire. I can't quite articulate why this was so compelling... iirc, maybe because his character is really frustrated/demoralized in this scene, and there's something comforting about a kid naively telling you that "the human head weighs 8 pounds," as if to say, "Your problems are not really as big a deal as you think they are; live in the present moment." And Tom in this character seems to absorb that deeper meaning and it gives him some relief, it's a step towards his character's growth.

When Tom played Ray in War of the Worlds, he had a teenage son, and there was a heartbreaking scene where Ray had to choose between protecting his son or his daughter. From That Moment In:

Desperate to keep his family together, Ray is forced to leave the terrified Rachel alone for a moment as he puts his weight on Robbie and forces him to the ground as the air around them lights up with smoke and tracer fire. Meanwhile, another couple, fleeing the madness, sees Rachel standing by herself and attempt to rescue her, not knowing that her father is nearby. Looking back, Ray sees this and becomes torn between his children, not wanting to lose either but forced to choose. Robbie assures his father that this is what he wants, “I want to see this,” and to please let him go, which Ray finally, achingly, submits to, seeing that Rachel is being whisked away. Father and son say goodbye as Robbie runs over the crest and Ray rushes down to get his daughter as a hellfire of explosion overtake the hills, giving us the impression Robbie has met his end.

I just love the idea of Tom playing the very character that had caused so much pain for Lestat, that Lestat was always on defense from that man, looooong after he died. Despite all the torment the Marquis inflicted on Lestat, Lestat still gave him a comfortable place to live out his last few years, the roles pretty much reversed as happens with aging parents, Lestat actually nurturing this man (not always in the kindest way but still!) in his feeble old age... and couldn't bring himself to even kill him out of mercy.

Nature & Nurture, Lestat was damaged by his father genetically and emotionally in his formative years, and so much of Lestat's bravado and verbal attacks seem to be a shield for the awful feelings of growing up unloved, unwanted, and beaten for expressing his own desires. So much so that even in canon he often expresses the intensity of his desires far more eloquently and frequently in the narration than he's able to do verbally, even with the characters he cherishes the most. Because to express his love exposed himself to losing it.

Tom could for sure pull off a performance that would capture the Marquis, because he essentially played Lestat with the qualities of a victim perpetuating some of the abuse he suffered from the man who was supposed to be (and was!) his role model for becoming the man he became. 😭

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blingblong55 · 9 months

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Eyes off you- Alejandro Vargas

Based on a request:

hello, i really like alejandro and i really love the angst but I'd like to have an angst with happy ending with him 🥺 thank you!

GN!Reader, angst, friends to lovers, happy ending

Don't ask why I can paint a picture of you in my mind, love All my life I never thought someone would make me feel so high But here you are

It started off as him just seeing you as another soldier. Then it progressed to you and him spending training, meetings and even missions by each other's side. Slowly you started to consume his life but as with most things in his life, he will have to fight for you. You are in a very long and committed relationship and you let be known you won't cheat or leave said partner any time soon. You had become the sole purpose to why he woke up ten minutes earlier. Just so he can get ready and rush out the door to see you in your quiet and grumpy morning self.

The more time he spent with you the more he saw himself spending his life with you. You never took notice of him. He was always the friend that waited for the girl, a cliche thing you hated but oh how much he clings to the idea of you and him, two friends that end up together.

Four months after you and your partner, you let Alejandro know. You had taken time to heal behind his back. Wanted to preserve the feelings before he could even come in and shake them up. "You did, like really did break up?" He tried to sound sad about and he really did his best to hide the smile after the news.

Now, as you and him run across Las Almas looking for yet another cartel, he has one thing in mind for when you two get back to base. Confess his undying love for you. So far that love has been one-sided but oh does he hope you love him like he loves you. You two are being chased down by the enemy, running and shooting at them. One bullet, that's all it took to have you on the ground and have him calling Rudy for help.

As Rudy and the team took time to get there, you felt it was your time to depart the world. Your weak hand holding his, "Ale, please just listen." But he shook his head, refusing to believe it was your time to leave, to leave him. "No, R/, N, you don't get to poison me with your half-assed love and just leave, not when I was so close to having you as my antidote."

You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to what exactly he meant. "You can't just leave me, not when I finally have the chance to get the love of my life, porfavor cariño, no me dejes." Tears form in your eyes and all you do is let out sobs of desperation as the pain sets in. It's another romantic movie, the guy gets the girl just at the last second of her life. "R/N! R/N...CARIÑO!" his voice muffled as you blackout from the loss of blood.

It's a cruel world for him to live in, what if your next words were that you loved him all this time? A man like him needed you, the antidote to all his poisoned past lives. Couldn't you be less cruel when you left him like that?

It's been days since he last heard your voice and all he hears now is the machines in your hospital room, the muffled voices between the nurses and doctors who talk to Rudy instead of him because at this time he can't comprehend the living hell he has been in. And there it was, his antidote, finally squeezing his hand back. His gaze immediately on yours. Tears of joy and despair run down his already saddened face.

"Cariño?" a small smile across his face, Rudy leaving with the nurses and doctors so you two can have this chance. "Alejandro." That sweet voice, the one he has been needing since you left him in tears days ago. "Are you okay? Are you cold, hungry, sore-" You pulled him in for the first of many kisses to be given. "Don't ever think I would leave you and not give us both the medicine that was needed." You say and wipe his tears away.

A/N: Blaming an angst reading session I had in the morning.

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meruz · 3 months

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another ask post

i mean i also read it because a friend whos rly into queer SFF fiction circles recced it but she did kinda lead with "the writer used to write hs fanfic...tasmyn..taz...?" to which i replied

of COURSE I read the locked tomb because i heard taz had written a book. of course. ill consume most any media made by a beloved homestuck bnf. thats also why i played undertale. and read like..snotgirl. and idk... watched the new dub of neon genesis evangelion.

if u made homestuck fanwork 10 years ago and havent even made it since chances are I still remember and I love you for it.

sdlkfhsg its funny you sensed that because that drawing did in fact start kinda more........ well, I'd be lying if I said my hands never wrought a drawing toeing over the pg-13 line LOL...

NOT to say i have a secret stash of porn or anything. in general im more interested in the implication of sexuality or mature themes over any explicit depiction. like everything i draw is so softcore itd almost feel silly to make a nsfw acc for anything.

but im not rly jumping to post anything on main either bc i get the sense i have a lot of kids in my social media following. it varies from site to site and fandom to fandom but the themes in my work often circle around childhood, coming of age etc and in general i like stories about kids so the fandoms i draw for have a lot of kids in them. even stuff like IT (stephen king) which is about kids but isn't necessarily for kids.. there were a lot of kids in that fandom lol.

actually thats why ive been censoring swears in comics lately because the tmnt fandom comes across to me as a little young...IDK I've had MULTIPLE people ask me what "sodomize" means because of the joke in this post and I'm like... I Cannot be the one to explain this to you. you have to look it up on your own klfsdhsdg like i wouldn't be doing this if i were doing a comic for mgs or even homestuck wherein the characters textually swear constantly LOL but sometimes u gotta change tacks depending on the faces u see in the crowd yknow.

i HAVE been thinking abt drawing nsfw of sunspot/richard rider/kobak from x-men red just because that comic seemed to be really asking for it. who knows.. if the need rly arises maybe my separate account policy will change.

its rly more a matter of the fact that i havent read/watched much of any other iterations... im sure id like most lol. I like most things related to my interests regardless of quality. i rly like the marvel ultimate alliance games for instance. sometimes seeing my fave guy is enough he doesnt have to be well written LOL. i dont exactly have a wealth of free time tho thats the real impediment.

i did watch the 2007 movie on new years eve and found it quite charming overall. and i have read about 30-40 issues between the mirage and idw comics. still feels like im barely scratching the surface but i liked em. i rly want to read all the sophie campbell stuff bc i think her work is interesting. jason aaron will be a mixed bag i think lmao. i say as the worlds biggest Wolverine and the X-Men (2011) fan.

hmm this is kinda hard bc i feel like i naturally draw very loose and the hard part for me is tightening it up. maybe some suggestions tho...

1) hand excercises. i think its easy to forget this when many artists sit in front of the computer all day but drawing is a physical activity u do with ur actual...bodys...muscles lol. if u feel urself tightening up it might help to strech (any google search for "artist hand excercises" should yield good results) or do a page of loose practice strokes like..big circles. long lines. scribbles. that kinda thing. whatever feels good for ur hand. this is also just good to do as a general warm up before u sit down for any drawing sesh.

2) draw further away from the canvas. as a general rule...when ur painting traditionally you do the big strokes with your whole arm outstreched and a long handled brush. and when you do the details its smaller wrist movements and a shorter handled brush. so it might help to take a step back or push back from ur chair a little.. or hold ur tablet a little further away. and hold your pen further away from the nib.

3) change mediums / brush types. some brushes and mediums are more suited to loose sketching and some more inclined towards detail work. so changing ur tool could help. also! i personally have this problem where sometimes if im using a brush i feel really familiar with the pressure to make a "good" "finished" "perfect" drawing is greater... if i want to force myself to loosen up ill switch to a tool i dont use as often so it feels like the pressure is off. a lot of times for me this is switching from digital to traditional. but sometimes its switching from a small pen to a big marker. or a smooth pen to a textured one. or a nice brush to a shitty dried up marker.

but also every body is different so i dont think these tips will work for everyone. u should listen to what ur body and mind tell u and how drawing feels to you

bro just sign up and set it up i dont think theres much to it... i dont rly think too much abt my itch.io store because its digital goods so u just upload the file and let it do its thing. no distribution work needed on ur part. youll notice i barely even advertise my itch unless i have smth new on there lol.. its easy. but good luck!!!

idk if im the best person to ask this im more a comic fan than i am a comic professional... a comic hobbist.

well. scott mcclouds understanding comics and making comics are good books on the craft. i think i had to buy them for a class in art school once.

other than that idk just keep at it. comics are really laborious i think for a lot of people the hardest part is sitting down and doing it.

i think a lot of people have a very instinctive understanding of how to read comics and what they look like so whatever you think seems like good way to tell the story you have in mind, its probably right. if u get stuck, study comics that have done something similar. most people in comics are relatively self taught and actually it can be problematic bc you can tell when a lot of comic artists are all copying the same like 5 old white guys LMAO. but on the flip side if you make sure to reference and study broadly your comics will almost assuredly feel unique.

sorry im responding to this anyways. this is just a really nice ask. i like when people reference my older work bc i feel like sometimes theyre subtly implying it wasnt very good LMAOOO. but its true! at least compared to the work i make now ^^ and the fact that im still making art is whats keeping me from being embarassed abt how much of my old art just floats around online lmao im never ashamed to be growing and learning. isnt that a nice thought <3

#ask #too much art talk in this one

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Random thought process of mine, but I’m curious what you think about this;

But do you think Vic will eventually turn around? See that having all this hatred towards Alan is meaningless. Or do you think he’ll actually be driven to madness?

My brain is currently looking at both outcomes and it’s just interesting to see. It could either be

A) Vic realizes that revenge hurts and stops (Kinda like King)

B) Vic literally loses his mind and attacks/pushes away everyone he knows/loves (his agents) and then the agents join the CG and they “defeat” him (only for him to come back)(or maybe he stays dead who knows)

Maybe I’m insane for thinking all of this but I truly must ask what you think about this.

Long post under cut of my thoughts on this:

I'm going to preface this with I'm completely confident in Alan and his team's ability to write absolute banger stories, much, much, much better than I could ever. My thoughts here aren't supposed to suggest that I know better or that my opinion is better, I'm sure that you could find many flaws and holes.

Also, more information (esp with Victim's motivations and plans) would definitely be useful but if we are working with what we have? Then this is what I think:

For Situation A, I would imagine that this would be prefaced with a beatdown from the rest of the characters and Victim realizing that Alan has changed and that in their quest for revenge, they've excessively hurt others and taken on a similar role to Alan themself (yes I see the victim alan parallels and YES I LOVE THEM).

But because Victim's reason to hate Alan is so understandable, I would hate for this to be resolved by saying that oh, Victim should just learn to forgive Alan and for Victim to be painted completely in the wrong.

And I also don't want the turnaround to be too sudden, which is a problem I have with many redemption arcs. An idea that has been bubbling about for 17 years is not going to be changed so easily, it needs alot of time. Again, we still don't really know Victim's exact thoughts and plans so we can't really tell if they are able to have their mind changed or not.

In addition, Victim realising that they took it too far doesn't mean that they have to forgive Alan for what they did. Realising the error of their ways and making up with Alan don't have to go together at all. However, if this comes with no consequences for either side and it takes a middle ground view of saying that they both did stuff wrong and that cancels each other out, then I would not like that very much.

Like, yes Alan has changed significantly and really does care about sticks now, but also, I believe that it is completely unfair to make Victim just suddenly be fine with it because he is a good person now. In fact, the fact that Alan is a good person now is what makes it hurt so much more for Victim.

And yes, what happened to Victim is deeply traumatizing and has every right to not 'just move on', but also, from what we've seen now, they are willing to go extremely far in pursuit of revenge and their actions towards Chosen are downright terrible and sadistic. The pain inflicted upon them is not justified by their past experiences. Understandable? Sure. But Justified? I would really disagree. A full on redemption arc would be difficult to execute IMO, seeing Chosen crawling away, freezing themself for protection and getting brutally beaten for virtually no reason is rough stuff and I know that I am not the only one who thinks this.

For Situation B, I'm also down for seeing Victim going berserk (like we saw in the recent episode) and truly being consumed with anger and fury and revenge and this leading to their destruction (since Victim will almost certainly fail because antagonist). A big part of this is that I really, really don't want a scuffed redemption arc, and I would think that some of the fandom will find it hard to come back from and like Victim after their rather sadistic actions especially if the redemption arc is rushed and feels like that it was forced. As in, no one likes to feel forced to like a character when their actions are not addressed. So, why not double down? Let Victim stay a villain, which doesn't mean that they can't be a sympathetic one.

However, this also runs the risk of approaching it in a 'Victim is completely wrong' way and not addressing the devastating trauma that they would've suffered.

In all fairness, I really don't mind how this goes, as long as the execution is fine, its just that I feel like there are more challenges and ways to go wrong in writing a redemption arc. However, getting it right would make it all the more satisfying.

I really don't think that AvA will do this, but I don't want to reach a black or white conclusion of 'Victim is wrong' or 'Victim is right' (although i think very few people would argue than victim is fully justified)

There's so much nuance that I would feel is a shame to be wasted in a complex character like Victim.

W0W THIS WAS A LONG POST.

I am very interested in any thoughts about this episode, or this series in general and absolutely love any and all interpretations for this. I wrote this while I was very tired, so if you're confused about something I said or you disagree, I would love for you to send an ask and give me your thoughts. I'm sure that there are some places where I haven't articulated my thoughts well, so if there's anything that makes you go 'uhhh wtf. what is he on about?' I would love to explain or listen to a new perspective and have my ideas changed.

I've seen people have varying opinions and love the discussion that this new episode has sparked so much!!!

#octdlask #octdltxt #ava spoilers #to summarize this entire sort of character essay into a gross overinplication of a complex characfer #to make it absolutely clear:#i think that vic is understandable #but not justified #and a redemption arc would be very very difficult to pull off

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endcant · 11 days

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bear with me bc i am drinking THC lemonade

whenever my “people shocked by me being interested in consumer aesthetics counter” ticks up by 1, i know that i have failed to express myself on the internet. i am obsessed with commercial ephemera. it’s not that i like it… it’s something deeper. something… worse? better? something more embarrassing, at least.

the only time i’ve ever done psychedelics my profound realization was that i really, really enjoyed going to target. i like the lights. i am always commenting on the products and whether i think they are on trend or off trend for what i understand the target demographic to be. i love nothing more than to watch someone pick up an object, briefly imagine their life with that object in it, and then either put it in their basket or put it back on the shelf. even moreso when i’m watching a friend shop. even moreso when we can only window shop and that friend starts explaining to me what they would do with the thing if they had the money to buy it.

i studied american pop music history in college and i continue to study the history of bubblegum pop in my free time. i want to eventually write up a video or a series or something about the extended international history of teenybopper bubblegum pop. i am trying to learn music industry jargon old and new in my target languages in an attempt to gain access to information about these things that i can’t access in english alone.

i read early 2010s posts about how minimalism was the only morally righteous visual style with rapt fascination. i had a vaporwave phase exactly one decade ago. my friends in high school would bring me arizona green teas because they knew i would find it aesthetic. my advanced painting teacher hated it because i kept painting pale minimalist watercolor pieces that looked like 90s waiting room wall decor. my dream at the time was moving to santa fe and becoming a fine artist.

i was a proto-cottagecore blogger before cottagecore was named. i have well over 100 blogs, considering i hit 96 at some point during my previously mentioned decade-ago vaporwave phase. i do not bother to count anymore

as a young child, i used to go to the store almost daily with my parents and look for unfamiliar packs of gum so i could assess their packaging, flavor, and concept. i *really* cared about this. i got into this because i was given free packs of 5 gum and orange mountain dew at the halo 3 midnight release.

i learned HTML from neopets and i used to code gaiaonline themes and put them up on tektek. they sucked really bad btw.

i spent around 2 decades looking for the source of a single image of an anime river angel i saw on quizilla because she meant so much to me as a child about the power of what mere images could be only to find last year that the artist now draws hentai on pixiv and their art quality is now quite rushed. i think about this regularly when i think about creators i have idolized, and i don’t know what it means to me, but it feels like valuable information.

last night i couldnt sleep because i kept wanting to get on my phone to look at ancient greek vases on jstor

the worst part is i feel that the way that seeing ONLY consuming-or-not-consuming as the primary way to interact with the world is a serious mental roadblock for people in capitalist society. i think that consumer identity is a tool often used to warp the minds of citizens. i think that if i could go back in time and strangle edward bernays i would. i think that it is meaningful that american society has generated dozens of terms for “someone who is stealing or misusing a cultural signifier, or otherwise engaging with a culture or subculture under false pretenses/without doing due diligence/without participating in proper cultural exchange” over just the past couple centuries and that seeing and acknowledging the cycle is essential for anyone working in the arts

ive spent the past couple years reading up on historical art movements since industrialization to see how other art workers have dealt with their jobs being mechanized away, and ive decided to choose to value myself as a human animal who gets to experience the process of making things with my human animal body.

i am compelled to play piano when i drink red wine and i feel that i’m a fundamentally superficial being in function, but i can be more in purpose. like a poster. like a mask. like someone screaming so hard on stage that you believe them. that you look behind you to see what they are screaming at. i think in symbols and colors front and center, with verbal background chatter like an ever-tuning radio, and i am frustrated when people don’t understand that i am speaking my mind when i show them what i’ve made.

i care about aesthetics a lot. consumer and otherwise. it just so happens that i live in a capitalist society wherein the market attributes value to certain aesthetic information, which generates conversation about what certain images mean, what gives them value, what detracts from their value, what they are responding to, what responses they require in turn. but anywhere, anytime that there is a conversation about aesthetics, i want to be there.

i have always loved to perceive and to make, since the earliest stories anyone has to tell about baby cave. if i lost everything that makes me who and what i am right now, i believe i would still care about aesthetics. if there is anything left for even a cell of my body to experience, it would want to experience it beautifully and enjoy it deliciously.

happy 420

#we live in a consumer society -the aestheticer #this is just like #what its about #in da cave zone #🎤

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lumine-no-hikari · 4 days

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #129

I'm home. We got in at about 10:15pm. It took some time to get everything unpacked and squared away. I also got ready for bed; it's 11:30pm now.

Suppose I can show you pictures of the plane now. I was just asked to keep the identifying number out of it. So here you go:

...Just beyond those trees is a small dropoff and a river.

...It's actually kind of miraculous that the trees held, I guess. Or so the FAA agent said. He also said that it was kind of miraculous that the plane didn't flip over; apparently, for this type, that can happen if you hit the brakes too hard.

To have walked away from something like this without so much as a scratch... it's an astounding stroke of luck, according to the FAA guy and the airport owner. I also like to think that it is testament to J's skill; pilots are given training not just to avoid mistakes, but also to know what to do when mistakes inevitably occur. Humans are human, and humans make mistakes. There's really no avoiding it; there's only handling it when it happens.

The owner of the airport, who is also an experienced pilot, says likely what happened was a ground loop of some kind. That's when the tail wheel does a weird spinning thing when you try to land the aircraft. It doesn't help that the left wing had a bit more fuel in it than the other (which is likely part of the reason it pulled to the left upon landing). I'm not sure how it can be that the left wing had more fuel in it than the right, since the aircraft was set to consume fuel from both wings.

The person from the FAA is not our enemy. It's his job figure out what went wrong, and then use that knowledge to help keep pilots safe. So we gave him all the details we could. Hopefully something good will come of it.

On the bright side of all this, I got to meet a bunch of really awesome people with amazing life stories, and I had the good privilege of listening to them talk for a while about the things they've seen, done, and experienced. I do wish I could have met these folks under better circumstances. They were kind to us even though they all could have justifiably been super duper cranky at J about the whole thing. I guess they were all super stoked that we walked away alive and with all our limbs and organs intact.

...At one point, before it was clear that we would be okay, I thought something kinda like, "ohp, guess this is it; wonder if I'm gonna end up maybe meeting the guy I keep writing all these weird letters to... suppose it was a pretty good run though; 34 years with lots of weird and amazing stories ain't half bad." This thought probably didn't scare me as much as it should have. I'm not really sure what to make of that. Maybe I don't have to make anything of it at all. Maybe I'm still just a bit addled from all the adrenaline.

When we arrived at the airport this morning, the airport owner and his lovely friend made us coffee. In the room where the coffee was prepared, there was a painting that changes as you walk past it. It was gorgeous, and thought you might like it, so I snapped a few pictures:

...I was a little sad that it didn't seem to have an autumn version. But it was still very, very good.

You know. If things had proceeded as expected, we never would have had a chance to meet these people, or see this painting. We never would have had one of the emergency response folks tell us about an amazing local Italian restaurant, and we wouldn't have gone to it to get amazing food. It's important to fully feel the scary feelings and mourn appropriately in order to get the feelings out of our bodies. But it's also important to find the small sparks of joy and opportunity, even when the going gets rough, I think. Otherwise, in a world like mine that has back-to-back crises on a regular basis (seriously, we are globally connected, so it never stops), you'll end up losing your damn mind.

...Ahah... my mother would tell me that first, I have to have a mind to lose. But I don't have to heed such nasty talk. I have a good mind, I think, even if it is, by all accounts, a little quirky and hard to understand.

Anyway. There was a conference room in which we were interviewed by the guy from the FAA. And in it, appropriately, there was this picture:

...Kinda interesting, no? And appropriate for the situation, I suppose. J is going to go back out first thing tomorrow morning with a flight instructor. I have mixed feelings about this; on the one hand, I'm glad to see that he's undeterred and eager to try again, but on the other hand, I wish he'd give it at least a few days for the adrenaline to fully clear from his body and to recover from what happened. But I am not in control of him; he must be free to make his own choices. All I can do is make suggestions, and then support him in whatever choice he makes.

In any case, today the plane was pulled out of the trees and put in the hangar. Like I said, it's pretty banged up:

It has insurance, but given the damage, it's not unlikely that the insurance company will decide to have it scrapped. I guess we'll see how it goes.

M drove all the way from our house to the airport to pick us up. Thank goodness he was home, holding the fort. Thank goodness for that, and for his willingness to come grab us, and for the fact that he was happy to see us instead of angry about the inconvenience. He's not the kind of person who would get angry about the inconvenience, but I've met plenty of others who are very much not like him in that regard, good grief.

The three of us, M, J, and I, went to the Italian place that was spoken about. I dunno if it's because I was primarily running on hotel breakfast food and junk food, but I thought the food there was AMAZING. We got these garlic bread bites, and a pizza, and some lasagna. I wonder if you'd like any of these:

...Can't help but wonder... Sephiroth, what do you like on a pizza, anyway? I tend to like mushrooms and garlic best, but I like a bunch of other stuff, too, as long as it's not olives or pineapples or anything with capsaicin.

We listened to music on the way home; it was a 2 and a half hour drive, or thereabouts. M put on some Protomen; I wonder if you'd like their stuff:

...I wonder how much of this music you'd find relatable...

Hey, Sephiroth? I think I might be a bit too tired today to have anything profound or anything of significant insight to write about. Mostly I'm just glad I get to clunk around in my meat-mech for a little while longer; I like to think that maybe something good can come of me being here, even if I don't know what it is yet. I might be strange and unusual, and being myself is a pretty lonely experience almost all the time. But I think maybe there are folks I can help, and maybe that's reason enough to keep moving forward.

Hey, Sephiroth? I know you've made a lot of mistakes, but I hope that you understand that something very good has come about from you being here. I'm here because you're here, you know. Your existence gives me the strength to carry on even when really weird things happen. Your kindness and gentleness are what inspired me to become someone who is both soft and resilient. And I'm sure you've inspired millions of other people in my world in a similar way. So... please don't ever think your existence is a bad thing, okay? Because you are a good thing. You are a good thing. You are a good thing. And with that knowledge, please keep moving forward, as best as you can. I'll be cheering for you to do kind, gentle, and loving things.

I love you so much; you really have no idea. So please stay safe out there, okay? I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

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PAC: Your Toxic Traits & How You Can Grow

Pick whichever deck or object you feel drawn to. Please keep in mind this is a general reading! Take what resonates and leave the rest.

Group 1: River Stone

9 of Wands, Queen of Wands Reversed, 8 of Swords Reversed, 9 of Swords, 6 of Pentacles Reversed, 5 of Wands, 5 of Swords

You feel like everyone secretly despises you. You always have one ear and one eye open, waiting for treachery to fall upon your doorstep. You don’t trust anyone, not even yourself. You find faults in your goals and tend to distract yourself from what you really want because you don’t think you have the ability to follow through. You’ve set yourself up for failure with “what if” constantly in the background of your mind. Instead of believing you can have success, you believe success is “sour grapes”; you don’t think you can get what you want so you find every possible negative aspect of your desires and focus on those as reasons why you shouldn’t begin to try.

You have a tendency to feel guilty over small things. You replay minor incidents like normal conversations and wonder if you accidentally said the wrong thing or overstepped. You’re so worried about people liking you that you are generous to a fault. You do so much for others and are constantly walking on eggshells in order to be liked. Unfortunately this makes you seem flaky and directionless to those who work closely with you. You may pick up too many tasks and try to seem helpful but it undermines the value of your work, since you don’t prioritize important focus-based tasks over multi-tasking.

Your advice card is the 5 of Swords. You need to make peace with the fact that not everyone is going to like or value you. In fact, you’ll be much better off once you realize your value is not determined by other people’s opinions. A lot of what is currently “wrong” or toxic in your life is because you can’t focus on your own needs/desires because you’re spread thin emotionally. You’re human. You can’t please everyone, but you sure as hell can learn to please yourself!

Group 2: Feather

4 of Cups, The Wheel of Fortune Reversed, 6 of Cups, Son of Pentacles, 5 of Pentacles Reversed, The World, 9 of Swords Reversed

You’re not happy with what you have. You always are on the lookout for the next best thing and never seem to be comfortable no matter what you gain or buy. There’s a need for you to always have more or be more or want more. You can’t fulfill your desires because it’s like a big black hole is inside of you, consuming everything. You feel the call of the void and often wish your life never happened. You don’t see things as blessings; it’s either a curse or blase boring life. You don’t look forward to the future and you live in a world of nostalgia. It’s hard for you to accept that there’s a path for you or that you can have a good life. You believe you don’t deserve happiness and are extremely stubborn about it. Instead of seeing the beauty of a flower, you mourn the fact that someday it will wilt and die. You can’t accept the normalcy of the cycle of life nor do you want to believe you have value or light. While you’re good at acting as though everything is okay, you struggle with an inner sadness that you refuse to acknowledge or heal. It’s very important that you find beauty in life and acknowledge the good. You could start by making a gratitude journal or by letting yourself “off the hook”. By this I mean allowing yourself to enjoy things–buy that fancy coffee, slather yourself with nice smelling lotion, forgive yourself when you screw up (we all do!).

Your advice card is the 9 of Swords Reversed. This is a deeply rooted mindset that has gripped you since time immemorial. It’s time to explore the reasons why this paints your outlook on life and possibly seek outside help from a trusted person or medical professional. The first step in healing is to acknowledge this is an unhealthy outlook on life and you can do things to heal–healing is possible. You deserve to be happy, and it’s okay to want good things for yourself.

Group 3: Coral

Eight of Cups, King of Swords Reversed, The Empress Reversed, The High Priestess, 4 of Wands, The Tower, The Chariot Reversed

Easily upset or angered, you often leave arguments before the other person has a chance to explain themselves. You may think you’re “telling it like it is”, but often your words can be unnecessarily cruel or harsh and you have the tendency to overreact when it feels like someone may be critical of your views or behavior. You may be hyper-sexual or feel used by partners who don’t value you; this is a repeating pattern that further devalues your self image when you regret partners/face rejection. You hate feeling rejected and will do almost anything to keep someone around, even if they are toxic or treat you with disrespect/contempt. You have a strong urge to connect to the Divine Feminine, and yes fertility/sex/sensitivity is part of Feminine energy but only when you have boundaries and enforce those boundaries is it healthy! You may think you’re the kind of person who needs a relationship or constant social connection to thrive and you spend a lot of time on your phone or around friends/with a partner.

You don’t have a foundation for your Self. This is your Tower. You fall to pieces if you need to be self reliant and see yourself as an individual. Part of this is your anger, which may strike like lightning; swift and uncontrollable. You are most angry at yourself and cannot tolerate mistakes. It has destroyed something for you quite recently or is very close to happening. You can never stay to help pick up the pieces of what has been destroyed, you can only leave it behind. Fixing what is broken doesn’t ever occur to you and you often blame the other party instead of thinking how you may have contributed to the issue/s. This can be normal, but it is something you need to deeply consider when there are fights or arguments. Try not to narrate things from your perspective and to see things more objectively (easier said than done, I know.)

Your advice card is The Chariot, Reversed. You need to reign yourself in. If you feel yourself getting worked up or upset or even have an inkling that your behavior may be harmful to yourself or others it is okay to step away BEFORE you get to the point of explosion. It is absolutely okay for you to take a minute, an hour, a day to respond to a situation, call, comment, or even walk away from an unhealthy relationship altogether once you take the time to calm down and think about it from a logical and not emotional perspective. Keeping a consistent meditative practice where you focus on your breath can assist with your ability to remain calm enough to know you need time to think about a situation before you react.

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