#if they cant appease your preference

[the-s1lly-corner]

How do you think the digital circus crew would react to a new member who genuinely to want to stay and doesn't want to leave at all?

TADC cast x reader who doesnt wanna leave the circus !

i lied about the previous post being the nights last post, imma spit out one more before i call it a night!! hope this is okay anon, this one may be a little on the short side; maybe.. i always write these notes before everything and forget to edit them accordingly

wrote this as general reactions instead of platonic/romantic/whatever relationship stuff! i like to imagine reader says this when the topic of trying to find an exit comes up... like imagine the atmosphere the looks the !!

CAINE:

hey i mean, hes not gonna stop you from not leaving! caines part is a little weird, since ive seen so many theories on his whole deal and i like them all, i cant settle on just one idea and roll with it... i think he would be thrilled that you want to stay, though.. doesnt have to remind you there is no escape because youre not interested in it... i think he would casually ask why you dont want to leave, though, its not often he finds someone whos content, at least not content without the loss of hope

POMNI:

she was the one who brought up trying to find an exit, again.. she kind of just looks at you with confusion written all over her face. she asks you if you meant that you have given up on trying to escape. you assure her that you just dont want to leave, giving up has nothing to do with it. she just gapes her mouth, before closing. blinks twice, and just asks why. why stay in a program like this? you cant provide an answer that seems to appease her, though... definitely some weird and confused looks from her

RAGATHA:

she doesnt know what to think of it. ragatha herself has come to terms with her position. like sure if there were a plan to escape that truly seemed like it would work, i think she would jump on it and try to leave.. i dont think she would pry you for answers, she believes you have your own personal reasons

JAX:

honestly i dont think he would care, assuming this is as i said in the note above where the topic of escape comes up and you guys arent dating or like best friends. i mean its your life and hes not going to argue with you, if you wanna be stuck in this shithole thats your business. oddly enough doesnt use it as ammo against you, though, and he bullies everyone over just about anything... maybe he cant come up with a cool nickname that makes sense, or otherwise find a way to make fun of you... but. idk

KINGER:

i think kinger would like to escape but i think he just accepted hes going to be stuck here forever. now if he had someone to fight for and be with and they wanted to leave, he would follow them. otherwise hes content with staying put because he doesnt have much incentive or desire remaining to leave. being there for years and seeing so many people fall does that to a person

ZOOBLE:

very similar to jax, in the case that its your business, of course this is assuming you guys arent close to one another. theyre not going to lecture you on how to go about your life. nothing to say here that wasnt already said in jax's segment

GANGLE:

gives you a soft and meek "but why" when you speak up to the group that you dont plan on leaving when pomni brings the topic up. you offer a shrug, or just say you dont want to leave. true utter confusion, and in a dark way believes that you prefer this world over the real one; even when your memories are smeared and burned, if any remain at all

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[sailorshadzter]

the peace we seek.

some mORE JONSA BECAUSE I JUST CANT BE STOPPED.

read the nsfw (and MUCH longer) version on ao3.

There were some who said Jon Snow did not come back as the same man.

Though, how can a man come back just as he was, when the knife that killed him was wielded by men he trusted- men he called comrade? How can a man come back just as he was, when the place he went to was dark and empty, nothing like the stories told to comfort those fearful of death. No, instead, he comes back a shell of the man he once was; as cold and dark as the world he’d gone to.

He had all those who betrayed him hung in the courtyard, the blow from Longclaw the one that opened the door beneath their feet. Those who remained behind in Castle Black were the wildlings he’d come to trust and the few lasting Night’s Watch men that had not fled when he’d been murdered- or when he’d come back to life. Gone was the Night’s Watch as the world once knew it and he supposes he could remain there, Lord Commander of whatever it was to become, shape it into something of his own making… But, was there not more to life, he wonders, something beyond these walls? Jon often thinks of Robb, the brother lost to him, wondering if things had been different… If only he’d been beside him… Would things have been different now? There’s all of the others too, Bran and Arya and Rickon, why was there even Sansa, too. He thinks of those words whispered to him I’ve seen your sister in my fires, and wonders what hell she would run from, just to run to him.

Perhaps that is the only thing keeping him there in Castle Black.

And the day she arrives, something like three or four days later, the men that watch will say that was the day Jon Snow truly came back to life. 

[ x x x ]

He watches her through the crack in the door. 

She’s left it ajar, as she so often does, afraid of that feeling of entrapment when the door is closed so tightly, and she stands at the center of her room, draped in her robe, wringing her hands before her. “I know you’re there,” she calls after a while, turning around to peer back at him through the space between the door and its frame, blue eyes meeting gray, a half smile curving on her lips. Jon hesitates, but only for a moment, before he pushes open the door so he can slip inside, careful to keep it open as she prefers. “Have you thought about what I said?” She asks as he comes to stand just before her, just out of reach. “About taking back Winterfell?” The words Ramsay had written stain her mind like an ink blot, the memory of his tenor vocals sending chills down her spine. The lingering marks of his abuse have since faded from her skin, but the memory of it still clings to her in a way that she sometimes thinks will drive her insane. 

“Aye,” he breathes as he takes a single step closer, still yet able to recall the warmth of her hand enclosing around his. “It won’t be easy.” He reminds her, but she nods all the same, closing the gap between them. The close proximity of him makes her pulse race, heat flooding her cheeks as she breathes in the now familiar scent of him; firewood smoke and the winter air. “But I will do it, for you, for Rickon… For our family.” Jon thinks of all they’ve lost, of all they’ve gained, and knows he would fight to the death to protect what he has now.

She falls into his arms and he holds on tight. 

[ x x x ]

“It isn’t enough!”

Her sharp cry cuts him further than he lets on, but he cannot stop the words coming from his lips as he comes around from the desk he once stood behind. “No, it’s not enough!” He explodes, watching as the breath catches in her throat, as she takes the smallest of steps back, frightened by his raised voice. He’s never raised his voice with her before and he realizes, like a sucker punch to his gut, that she’s afraid of him. “But it’s all we have…” He speaks softer now, gentler now, holding out a hand to appease her. “Battles have been won against greater odds,” he swallows as she turns to go, though she thinks better on it, turning back to face him. 

“If Ramsay wins, I’m not going back there alive,” she says, blue eyes unwavering in their gaze. “Do you understand me?” She would plunge a blade into her own chest, slit her own throat, before she went back to Winterfell with that monster. 

“I won’t ever let him touch you again, I’ll protect you, I promise.” Jon vows, the words coming forth without hesitation. He’s never felt such a passion before, a need to be true to his words, a desire to keep this promise he’s only just uttered. He would die to keep her safe. There’s a new feeling welling up, an unspeakable feeling, but it growls low within his chest like a wolf. 

“No one can protect me,” she whispers, fear forcing the words from her lips. Fear to live, fear to die. “No one can protect anyone.” She’s gone then, turning on her heel and escaping into the cold, winter air. Jon watches her go before he sinks into a chair, hands over his face, hoping that by this time tomorrow, all would be as it should be. 

[ x x x ]

The rooms were just as she remembers. 

She recalls those days from so long ago, when within these walls she had danced and sewn and grown. The furs on the bed were still the ones stitched by her own mother’s hands and she finds tears fill her eyes as she runs her hands across them, the feel of them beneath her fingertips unlike anything she’s ever felt before. The pegs on the other wall were the ones her father had installed himself, so she might hang her gowns from them, the rug on the floor the last one she’d braided together before leaving for King’s Landing. 

These rooms were still hers, just as they had once been. 

A gentle rapping on the propped open door pulls her from her memories and she looks up, unsurprised when she sees it’s Jon standing there in her doorway. 

A smile curves on her lips as he steps inside, her head tilting as she drinks in the sight of him there, battle worn but alive. “Let it close,” she whispers when he goes to catch the door before it can close entirely, surprising him. He turns to glance back at her and she gives a single nod, watching as he does just as she’s bid, allowing the door to close with a soft echo. She rises up from where she sits, coming to stand just before him, unable to help but to reach for him. His battered cheek beneath her fingertips, there is something about the moment that she cannot put to words. 

“I’m sorry-” he begins, hand reaching up to take hold of hers as she shakes her head. “But Rickon…” 

“I told you, there would be no saving him.” Thinking of their little brother is too painful and so she pushes him away, as she has come to do with everyone lost to her now. It was easier, pushing them away. “You saved me…” Not Winterfell, not the North, not anything else; he has saved her and only her. In more ways than this one. Her hand trails down until it falls into place against his chest, so she may feel the steady beating of his heart against her palm.

“Sansa…” She looks up only then, only when it’s her name soft on his lips. There it was again, that sense of warmth she only feels when Jon is this close- she’s felt in before, a lifetime ago, when she’d still been but a young, naive girl who dreamt of golden princes and shining crowns. This feeling was stronger now, different somehow, as if it meant more than those fleeting childish feelings ever did. “I told you I would protect you,” he speaks again, bringing her out of the memories she’s long since left behind. His forehead dips against her own and he’s so close, she can feel the curve of his lips when she smiles. 

Once, she’d not trusted him as she should have, but this fight, it had changed everything. 

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #my writing #i wrote this

[desudog]

ive been having a hard time figuring like, how do i verbalize "id rather you not try to get close to me if you recognize that you do the following behaviors because im tired of them harming me and i dont really trust self regulation with said traits because everyone ive met whos said they wont just ends up doing it anyways" without people reading it as like, "i hate mentally ill people teehee"

cus like. i dont.

like i think its appropriate to state preferences and what you work well with even if that includes traits often found in mental illness or disability. id much rather be told "hey im high maintenance, i know youre pretty quiet, we may not work out well as friends because of that, id rather we not start something that we cant keep up." than not know and have someone get mad at me later because im quiet.

im tired of being in friendships of people who self admit that theyll lie on a dime to appease me when its not necessary at all. im tired of being given a false sense of security and being told im safe, and furthermore being agreed with and then later finding out i was never safe and being accused of "forcing" someone to agree when it wasnt even a discussion that required agreeing or disagreeing at all. im tired of being lied to all the time.

in general i get frustrated at the "if you say you dont work well with this mentally ill trait than youre ableist" because like as a mentally ill person first of all, the disordered trait is often like, a negative. its not ableist to be like "hey im sensitive and you have Chronically Mean to People Disorder, i dont think i have the patience necessary for this" like believe it or not but sometimes the diagnostic criteria for a mental illness is like... you know, based on negative impact?

i have to be very careful having other psychotic friends because their delusions can very easily trigger mine! it wouldnt be ableist to say "if you often have delusional episodes especially publicly, i may break mutual or stop talking to you." its a matter of safety!

sometimes people just dont work out together and because we're so good about the fact that some people's disability and mental illness traits are very much considered by themself to be personal traits, we have to recognize that sometimes those traits are what can cause static between them!

maybe 2 people with npd cant work together as friends BECAUSE of that npd!

but like, generally if you have a disorder that makes you fawn and lie a lot, and im like "the guy who wants to start punching drywall when lied to and fawned over" maybe its best to quit while we're ahead.

im tired of being accused of hating someone just because i dared to eat dinner or sleep. i cant be online every second of my day. obsessive behavior towards me is insanely triggering. if you recognize you get obsessive towards people and will be mad if im not available for an hour... we cant talk, okay? i just dont trust people to keep that in check because every time i end up lashed out at and hurt and being treated like its either just an oopsie or something i should atone for.

[marrow-minded]

I see from your previous post that you probably don’t have a very high opinion of Raven and Taiyang. Could I tease those thoughts out? Thoughts on Phoenix and what their pre-canon relationship could’ve looked like?

I ask because it’s my obsession right now, but by all means go to town if you’ve got something scathing to say.

oh man. tai and raven.

i mean okay let me just start point blank with i dont care about team strq. i truly do not care.

-summer up until v9 has had approximately No Importance to the story beyond tropey dead parent backstory. and now shes a liar who (unintentionally) framed ozpin, and favored her birth daughter over yang (at least in my eyes by virtue of leaving her emblem to ruby and nothing to yang)

-raven was never all that interesting to me back in the day beyond a cool design that seemed like a genderbent adam tbh and then when we did get to know her she was genuinely someone i wondered if the writers were TRYING to make her stupid on purpose. and NOW shes a massive fucking hypocrite who ALSO framed ozpin and she and summer heavily contributed to the reason the mains didnt trust ozpin which spiraled into them not trusting ironwood and well we saw where that went

-qrow was easily and obviously the best due to being the only one that actually mattered but theyve sanded off his flaws and uniqueness over time to where i kinda hope he gets killed off soon bc i cant stand to see him either get with robyn or get the shiro voltron treatment where he gets with some no name guy to appease fair game shippers.

-and tai... hes point blank a terrible parent, to where qrow "i was raised by bandits and have a bad luck semblance and crippling alcoholism" had to be the dad that stepped up. hes not a good teacher, he seemingly didnt give a shit about ruby, a teenager, trekking across the world with only other teenagers he didnt know despite knowing that a) his first lover was in mistral and kills huntsmen and b) his second lover was presumably killed for her silver eyes, the trait ruby shares, he apparently never talked with yang about her semblance despite being their teacher at signal and it took her maiming another student on live television and her nearly dying in a terrorist attack to actually talk to her? he sucks lol

like i know ppl want team strq backstory and while i would prefer that over the fucking justice league crossover, i simply do not care at this point

ALL THAT TO SAY. raven and tai and summers dynamic is Weird to me? like he moved on from raven So Fast and ravens motivations are so stupid i cant. she says "the tribe is our family" and then we see the 'tribe' and its literally like a gang of criminals that live in tents and steal and murder people. they never show us anything that makes me understand why raven would want to go back to them? even if theyre ""family"" theyre shitty??? idk

i would love to hear what YOUR feelings are though ! maybe you can illuminate something i cant see haha

#thanks for the ask! #rwde #rwby phoenix #team strq crit

[borderlinereminders]

hey i could use some advice if its okay (also sorry if this is vaguely venty i am, very upset right now) i'm having a hard time regulating my emotions regarding my friend of 5 years, she's a good friend and we've been through a lot of ups and downs but nothing that we couldnt eventually figure out a way through lately. like the past year or so i've felt like i mean nothing to her and like i'm just a second option to pass the time. it first became a problem when her boyfriend who was abusive and her got into an argument over me (he thought me playing minecraft with her was abusive /srs) and she literally tried breaking off 5 years of friendship, not cause he asked but to appease him just in case it'd make him happy. obviously it didnt end up working but it hurt and it still really does hurt after that, while with her bf she started fawning over a girl and thats all she'd talk to me about sometimes, every day its either the girl or her bf. either its venting or gushing either way day in day out i was there to listen and it felt like i just straight up didnt matter anymore cause it was always about them and how she desperately wanted to be talking to them as if i wasnt even there or something then finally she broke up w her bf, and i thought woo no more of that but she immedietely got with another guy who even says he doesnt wanna date her, only wants to use her body and rarely if ever texts her back, yet recently she threw $50 just to try and get him to reply all the while constantly yapping at me how much she'd rather talk to him. every few months its someone new and i become obsolete, she'd rather talk to them and cancels plans just to talk to them instead of me. i've started trying harder in our friendship, always letting her vent always accepting hang out invites always replying to texts always encouraging her interests. outright buying her things to try and help fill the void she might be trying to fill. but nothing works she's always more excited for someone else. not that i have to be a priority of course i understand that but it feels like i've never been a priority, i'm not even 2nd or 3rd place and i feel awful and it hurts. plus another thing she never listens to me despite saying that i do seem to know whats best, i try to be there for her and give her advice when she asks then she turns around and takes what she admits is worse advice from one of the other people she fawns over just because she likes them better. i don't think i matter anymore (or ever did) and i don't know how to regulate or deal with that, i don't wanna accidently lash out at her but i don't know how to get past this. i've been ignoring her more frequently (i know its not good but i cant bring myself to text her i know i'll scream if i do) and she doesnt even really initate conversation, if she does its about one of the people as usual. which just makes it hurt more and make me wanna scream and lash out even more. i'm probably overreacting so if you have any advice i'd really appreciate it, thank you for your time

Hi anon,

I'm sure my advice isn't what you want to hear, but my advice is that she is not a friend for you and you should end the friendship. Of course, you can always try communicating to her and seeing if she changes her behaviour, but I also worry that she'll tell you what you want to hear and continue this anyways. It's not to say maybe she genuinely is open to changing, but it sounds like she isn't in a place to be a good friend to you.

You deserve to have a friend who treats you the way you deserve to be treated. Being ready to dismiss you like she has isn't a sign of a good friend. It also sounds like she takes you for granted.

You matter and you deserve friends who value you. You are not overreacting at all.

(Also, while it's reality that we tend to "prefer talking to someone" over someone else at times, or stuff like that, that isn't okay to say to you. )

You say she is a "good friend" and maybe she is in some ways. But from this ask, it feels to me that she isn't in a place herself where she is capable of giving you the friendship you deserve. It sounds like she has a lot of personal work and healing to do. When I say my advice is to "end the friendship" it doesn't mean it has to be permanent. But you deserve to be treated better, and if you aren't in a place to "end" it, you can definitely take a break from it.

If you aren't in a place to do that, then please start thinking about your boundaries and putting up boundaries with her. You deserve to be treated better.

Disclaimer: Please know that my advice comes from a place of what I would personally do. I am not a professional by any means, and cannot possible understand the nuance of the situation. You know this person better and your relationship much better than I could ever gauge from an ask. Please always be aware of patterns of behaviour, especially after healthy communication, because you deserve to be treated well. If a relationship/friendship isn’t for you, it’s entirely valid to end it even if it’s just a matter of being incompatible.

#april answers #ask a borderline #tw abuse

[empyreanwings]

Continued — @mindhate

HELL IS BORING. Very bold and subjective words considering that Lute wasn't particularly a welcomed guest around these parts, but that's how she felt. There was excitement to be had, if one had base wants and desires, which she did not. The kind of entertainment needed to appease her felt niche, or perhaps the clear disconnect between her and others was much wider than she preferred.

Staring up at the very tall man before her ( fuck, why was everyone so fucking tall? ) she locked to eyes to him like a raven observing wolves play.

Sargatanas mentioned being treated like a "pariah" ( vocab very telling of his age ), and she responded with a curious cant of her head. Lute stood on the assumption that blue-bloods were blue-bloods, but politics carried into the afterlife, it seems.

"Sounds counterintuitive. Isn't this supposed to be a community?" the Fallen asks, as if she never witnessed first hand how they would easily sacrifice each other to get an extra step away from her blade.

Either way, her wings drew in when the other started to encircle her, very sure not to have the wing-tips accidentally brush him. "..." she contemplates her actual name, but who in Hell would honestly know of her back in her fledgling days? " Lute," she answers with a clearly non-angelic name that would never be sung by the choirs.

"Yours?"

#ic — lute #v — absolution find me not #starter — closed #mindhate

[thenightshadeyaksha]

The Genshin Boys: Their type

what i think genshin boys type would be... y'all this is rushed asf and was written in like 10 mins on a bus so don’t think this chicken-scratch even matches  my actual writing, I was the English valedictorian after all.

Xiao (my beloved emo yaksha)

I personally think he doesn’t give a shit how you look, the man is 2000+ years old he’s above that, I think its more personality for him. someone quiet, calm and preferably not clingy is all he wants, someone he can bask in the presence of without having them talking and bothering him 24/7 so he is still able to attend to his duties as a yaksha (same here bestie)

Albedo (my beloved mad scientist)

He also isn’t one to care about looks, he wants someone smart, calm, quiet and confident. I think smarts is probably the biggest factor he wants someone to ramble about alchemy and have them understand and get into deep conversation with and maybe even double as his lab partner. I don’t see him being able to deal with an airhead considering he doesn’t have the greatest attention span.

Scaramouche (Will he do the fandango?)

He isn’t picky about looks but you HAVE to be shorter than him, he loves being taller than you it makes him feel powerful. as for personality I think he would like someone that is either a really smart sadist like him or a masochistic airhead that he can use to his liking. 

Xingqiu (my beloved book twink)

Looks don’t matter but he’d prefer if you were shorter so he could tease the living shit out of you for it (i know from experience), as for personality and other shit you better be smart otherwise he probably won’t even pay you any attention, as for books it would be easy to win him over if you were also a bookworm but if not it doesn’t matter I guess you just have to be good at pulling pranks.

Chongyun (the Hotter Jack Frost)

TBH I think he would be grateful for anyone to be looking at him romantically...or sexually. I’m sorry but this mans ego is so low from Xingqiu’s pranks that it doesn’t matter if your looks are akin to a deformed hillichurl and your an absolute airhead he would love you no matter what. (i bet your really pretty/handsome tho)

Kaeya (Sexy Snowman)

OK so i originally wrote this differently but someone was kind enough to point out a few things in his voice lines and story that contradict what my dumb ass wrote and i also sorta hated the old nickname i gave him so heres the edited version:

Kaeya does care about looks and prefers attractive people that he can show off  for looks but he also admires smart and outgoing people.i feel like he wouldn't care as much about looks if you were very well educated and spoken person.

old version:

This man is super picky i’m sorry bestie, he wants one of those (very obviously photo shopped) Instagram models, but at the same time he want someone flirtatious, funny and extroverted. hes got really high standards...sorry Kaeya but i don’t think your going to get  much from a %50 plastic %50 Photoshop guy/gal with the personality and intellect of a brick wall. (this ain’t Kaeya slander i love him but you can’t tell me this isn’t accurate)

Diluc (Flame daddy)

Poor bby, he just wants someone that loves him for who he really is and isn’t a knight of Favonious other than that he can’t ask for much more.

Child(e)

Hey girlie hold still ;) honestly I cant decide weather he’s similar to Kaeya with the whole Instagram model thing or he just has this sorta love at first sight thing going on other than that i have no idea. oh also i guess it pays to be a horny mf in this situation.

Bennett (pure bby)

he is grateful for anyone that even wants to hang around with him due to everyone avoiding him because of his bad luck, he would love you no matter what well as long as your not evil.

Razor (rawr XD)

he was raised by wolves so he’s not really picky as long as his Lupical like you, although he would probably refer to you as his mate...

Venti (tone-deaf bard)

he want a sugar mummy/daddy/glucose guardian to buy him wine jk, jokes aside i think he’d probably like someone carefree, friendly and with the same views on freedom as he does.

Zhongli (Geo Daddy)

as much as i hate this earth-bending grandpa i shall put up with him to appease the simps, he probably wants someone with a lot of money so he can stop freeloading off Childe or a person with a similar intellect to himself so then you both can freeload of Childe :)

ok bestie that concludes this please send requests in my ask box because im bored asf and need prompts.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #headcannons #xiao #xiao x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #bennett #bennett x reader #bennett genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya genshin impact #razor #razor x reader #razor genshin impact #diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr x reader #albedo kreideprinz #thenightshadeyaksha #venti #venti x reader #venti genshin impact

[ocdhuacheng]

The thing that often bothers me the most with the genderbending (wrt Xie Lian) is that the fandom doesn't acknowledge how (strongly) against adopting a female form XL was when SQX tried to persuade him. Like. It was smth very on the nose. But ppl also don't acknowledge that XL doesn't enjoy cross-dressing, either, it's just smth he doesn't feel bothered by anymore (after centuries of the world beating you down, shame isn't smth you care about) and goes ahead with if he has to for a job (plus: annoying fanservice). So, there is a fundamental lack of wanting to acknowledge that gender isn't part of XL's character arc. At all. (He very much likes being a guy.) It is a little for SQX, only. Hua Cheng has this whole shape-shifting shtick, so a case could be made.

(Similarly, I don't get the rare fem!FengQing... Have ppl read/watched their reaction to possibly dressing up as brides???)

Also, that beefleaf is hailed as this lesbian icon ship when I am pretty sure that He Xuan is never thrilled to be female but only goes along with SQX's pestering... I have seen ppl start tgcf because of lesbian beefleaf only to be disappointed and... not cool.

I have nothing against genderbending myself. Not the biggest fan of it but it can be fun sometimes (like. If ppl were to explore canon stuff with it. I have never seen or read about SQX's relationship with gender; e.g. their feelings about it, feelings about having grown up as a girl, SW's disapproval etc. - there is so much one could do, but ppl water it down or erase the struggles altogether. And don't get me started on the glaring lack of female form HC. If he were the preferred bottom, we'd never see an end of content). It just bothers me how often characterization isn't considered in these cases.

And I think you brought your feelings about it across well! I get what you mean and you are right.

yeah like people can headcanon what they want wrt gender but given that the canon indicates xie lian is completely comfortable as a man and very much NOT comfortable as a woman its very sus that everyone turns to him as the one to be ~turned into a female~ in fanworks and not hua cheng, who canonically shapeshifts into a feminine body sometimes.

one of my mutuals said that the watsonian (within the text) explanation for xie lian constantly crossdressing is legit while the doylist (authors intent) explanation is that mxtx wants to make people think of him simply as a feminine uke or the wife or whatever. and theyre right. which is why if tgcf were written by a gay or bi man i would be completely comfortable with the crossdressing/pretending to be pregnant woman arcs, but its not so whenever i read those sections i get vaguely annoyed at them.

though those arcs were also pretty transmisogynist with how much mxtx kept having to remind us over and over about how "weird" and "degenerate" xie lian looked or whatever. but thats another conversation

also about beefleaf............ saaame. i thought they were lesbians u_u (i mean i knew that mxtx would never write a lesbian because i dont think she knows lesbians exist, BUT you know what i mean) i was so disappointed when mxtx had to specifically say that he xuan did not enjoy being in a feminine body and just went along with it to appease sqx. like that felt like such a slap in the face. whatever. my city now

and it would have been awesome if mxtx had gone into sqx's feelings on gender more..... like even just devoting an extra or two for it. especially after they loose their powers, i want to see their feelings on gender then! because it seems like after they become mortal everyone always just views them as a man by default, and their genderfluidity is never mentioned again!! i want to see sqx, who had become used to being able to change their appearance, have to deal with no longer being able to do that. and to be able to accept that this doesn't make them any less genderfluid/trans, and they can be a woman even if they cant shapeshift anymore. i think that would be a nice little character study to have included.

#.txt #tgcf #asks #anonymous #sorry for always being late replying to asks im very bad at remembering :') #Also SO true about the hua cheng female form thing #I wonder why mxtx didn’t want to show us that 🤨🧐🤔

[pa-panda-heroes]

Hey! You’re gonna be seeing me in here a lot more often, you’re my favorite writer ^^ I wanted to request a Shigaraki, Hawks, Tamaki, (and if you do four, then Mirio) with an easily angered s/o that everyone is scared of but only acts sweet around them? I’d prefer it more for Tamaki, lol. Like, she’s mean and a bit agressive (Lowkey like Bakugo) and is just glaring at everyone but when (Tamaki-) their man speaks to them, they immediately are sweet and just uwu. If you can’t, it’s alright Thanks!

Aaaah, thank you, that’s so sweet!! (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) I cant believe I’m someone’s favorite writer omg i was going to do all four but then I got burnt out :< sorry!

Tomura, Tamaki, and Hawks with a s/o whose easily angered but fluffy around them!

Tomura:

Upon meeting you, Tomura was a little put off by your brusque attitude. High strung and gripey, that’s how he would describe you. He already had Toga’s high energy and Dabi’s lethargy to deal with - now an explosive temper?

But then there was that time the two of you ended up alone at the bar, and you were... mushy. Sweet and gooey. And he was lost. Completely lost and confused. You hadn’t even drank anything!

But he liked it. He liked the idea of someone being so aggressive toward everyone else, yet gave him doe eyes and spoke with such a sweet tone when he so much as looked at you. It was addicting, if he had to describe it.

So, despite his initial intentions, he kept you around. If anything, he spoils you and he’ll make it clear he has no intention to stop - not just to you but also to the others.

He won’t outwardly boast about it, but he’s a little proud you’re that way toward him. It totally boosts both his leader ego and boyfriend ego.

Tomura also enjoys watching you scare the living hell out of anyone you can; it’s almost as entertaining as video games. Scratch that, even more so.

You can bet he’s going to show you off as much as he can. He’ll purposefully send you to get pissed off at someone before reeling you back to him just as a show of dominance over the others. You may have a feral temper, but it’s a feral temper that only he can control (in a way).

To become Tomura’s s/o, one has to be able to take care of themselves. You can clearly take care of yourself with that temper of yours, yet every once in a while he’d want to protect you just because of his pride as your boyfriend.

Tamaki:

This poor boy. Knowing you initially, he wasn’t entirely aware of how you were toward others. He thought you were that gooey and sweet all the time. But then one day he’d introduced you to his friends and oh, boy. He was gone. Deceased.

Totally mortified, this boy, he found himself becoming flustered at your behaviour, but his friends actually laughed it off, commenting how ironic it was that someone so quick- and hard-tempered caught Tamaki’s eye.

He’s not unhappy by any means, it’s just hard for him to swallow as someone who is so... unconfrontational. He likes to avoid conflict and anger, not create it.

Whenever someone sets you off, Tamaki finds himself either hiding in the nearest corner or bashfully trying to tame your temper and appease you. And when you flip to cute and wholesome at the mere glance at his eyes, your own glistening and bright at him, he feels his soul leave his body.

Both out of relief and his own fondness for you. He enjoys having a s/o who’s sweet and kind, and even though you have a temper at anyone else, he’s glad. It makes him feel special and all that more important to you.

Because kami know he doubts that, sometimes. Tamaki will occasionally wonder if you’re so sweet to him because you’re afraid of hurting him as a result of not feeling the same. Obviously that’s not the case, but his mind wonders.

Then he’ll see you switch from glaring and spewing venom, to grinning and cuddling up to him in an instant, and he feels a weight leap off his chest. It doesn’t boost his ego; he’s too humble (and a little insecure) for it to do so.

But he’s happy. Maybe it’s because your abrasiveness brings balance to his timidness, he’s not entirely sure, but it’s something he needs in his life, without a doubt.

Hawks:

Out of all of them, Hawks is the most to drink it right up. He adores you and he’s not gonna hold back on telling you that.

Having you go absolutely feral on someone who bumped into his wing one minute and spinning on your heel with gooey eyes to ask if he’s okay the next? That’s the shit.

Hawks is going to show you off whenever and wherever he can. If anything, he finds your temper hilarious and will do anything in his power to get you pissed at someone, just for the sake of it. He’s not a jerk about it by any means, it’s all harmless fun and games.

And as much as he loves seeing you go off, his favourite part about your temperment is the sweetness you aim only at him. He has a bit of an ego when it comes to having a girlfriend, and that just eggs him on and gives him that boost he doesn’t need to be cocky.

Speaking of cockiness, his increases tenfold when you’re around. It’s that “ha, she hates everyone else but she’s sweet and cutsie for me, in your face” kind of cockiness. He’s damn proud of himself for it (even though he never did anything).

Although, deep down, it’s rather that he’s proud to have you as a girlfriend and relieved that you put up with him. He’s really not sure how he managed to sweep you off your feet, as he’s convinced it was the other way around.

That said, if you don’t have a definition of peacocking before you met Hawks, you sure will after. He’ll puff out his chest and straighten his posture when you’re around as a way of showing off the scarlet hues of his feathers, and complimenting your occasionally feral nature.

It’s also his own way of imitating your behaviour and scaring away unwanted conversations or scenarios. He doesn’t outright have a temper, but he doesn’t always enjoy company when you’re together. As the famous number two, he wants you to himself with no one butting in the way.

#mha #mha headcannons #mha x reader #shigaraki tomura #tamaki x reader #hawks x reader #amajiki tamaki #hawks

[thejabberwokk]

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers Prompt

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing:  Female Lavellan x Solas (HELLLLOOOOOO personal canon)

Rating: R- mentions of sex

10. Blood Lotus

The blade she received from the spirit was aged but of a  fine quality, she planned to ask Harrit if it could be attached to her staff once back in Haven. Cassandra didn’t trust it, being a gift  from a spirit and all, and said she should just melt it down and forge something…less sacrilegious and dangerous.  Well, brushing her crimson hair out of her eyes, I don't think so. Sintilis thought.  Varric didn’t seem to be bothered by it, apparently Hawke and Co. found plenty of spirit related gifts in their travels.

The spirit must have been so annoyed that the girls and women of the village were so confused about its purpose. I would have been. Smiling to herself, she looked about, seeking out the attention of the only person that actually seemed pleased about the recent spiritual encounter.

“Solas!” She made her way towards him, interrupting his thoughts as he gathered some elfroot. Crouching beside him, she shifted to allow both her staff and new sword to trip her, she gathered up his blade and prepared to help.

“Yes Herald?” He smiled politely, folding what had been cut in parchment. 

“Sintils, please Solas, or do you want me to go back to Ha’ren?” She bumped him with her shoulder and laughed. Looking back to the herbs, she made quick cuts across the stalks, passing the clippings to him. 

“Please, no,” He chuckled softly. “What can I do for you SIntilis?”

I wanted to ask for your opinion on the blade the spirit of valor gave me.” scooching a bit forward she began cutting another patch of the fragrant stalks.

“Well, you appeased them with their preferred gift, so that was commendable.” He moved beside her, gathering what she had set aside, She hummed a thanks and turned to him, tapping the blade against her boot.

“I think it might be tied to the lake for some specific reason. I notice the statue of the Avvar-Mother, she was storied to be quite revered for her leadership.”

It’s a sound theory,” He considered, gently taking the knife from her hands. “We shall try dreaming here tonight once camp is set.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, catching her faint blush.

“I’d be honored to dream with you Solas. Though,” she smirked, falling from her crouch to sit in the tall grass. “I am worried that I just might corrupt your pleasant dreams.” She waggled her brows, her fangs shining in the afternoon light.

“Ah yes, perhaps you do need to return to honorifics,” He sat next to her, sighing as the dirt and herbs pressed against his tunic. “You seem to lack the dedication for a theoretical observation.” He rested his arms across his knees, his head canted towards her. Her face quickly went through the four stages of grief, and landed firmly on embarrassment and remorse.

“I am so sorry ha’ren, I mean no offense.  I would love the chance to dream with you. I just… I had hoped”

“The fact that you have memories of us from before Haven’s tragedy  are odd, but you might have seen me while dreaming. “

“And I was merely teasing.” He grasped a small flower from the grass and handed it to her.

“Your consideration for the wants of spirits, their desire, is much appreciated. They sing your praises.” He placed the flower behind her ear. Its pale blossom contrasting with her crimson hair. “I dare say,” she turned her face, her lip worried between her teeth., “that you shall be an amazing partner tonight.”

“Solas, I know we have been-”

“I think your trip in through the fade has caused you some distress, even to this day.”

“Solas, we fucked in my tent before the conclave convened. You asked me to call you Fen’Harel. I literally remember us fucking”

The man was too surprised to speak. The blood rushed to his ears and face at lightning speed.

“And no, I doit was not just a dream. You and I even specified the safe words  and conditions.” She sniffed in defiance as she slowly stood up. 

“I called you ha’ren out of respect. We enjoyed our time then.  And I enjoy our conversations now.”  Holding a hand out to him she grinned, her teeth bared and her ears flat against her skull, eyes wide in defiance.

“Take my hand ha’ren, we have a journey tonight in our dreams. Perhaps the overlords will deem it fit?”

He took her hand, a shudder racing through him as they passed the barrier back into camp.

#14daysdalovers #jabberwrites #writing propmts #fanfic #dragonage #dragon age inquisition #solvellan #citrus scale #lime

[crusty]

dont look at my carrd i have to fucking. eviscerate it.

remember when i said i was having gender troubles?

https://twitter.com/crustylord/status/1389010486415577090

BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT IT. BEEN THINKING REALLY FUCKING HARD ABOUT IT.

my gender expression is something insanely fucking personal to me. my experiences are not going to match anyone elses. me and my partner were both identifying as trans men, but weve been able to talk a LOT about it and it really helps that both our experiences are so similar. personal. im still a gay transmasc whos looking to transition, but pinning the right label is something ive struggled with for a long time. i dont really think i was ever really attracted to men in the way i thought i was... supposed to be.

not every (cis) lesbian will decide theyre actually a man and not every trans man will decide theyre actually a lesbian

for me personally, the idea of being seen as a woman just. never fit. however, i later realized i didnt really care much for embodying the real image of... manhood. whether thats because of how cis men ruined it for me or i just stopped caring about appeasing cis men and wanting to fit in with them as a whole... idk. its a lot.

sexual orientation and gender identity are inherently just. concepts. preferences. if we get real philosophical, they dont actually exist, and they dont matter in the grand scheme of things aside from the ability to form your own unique identity and be a part of a community.

the way that i view gender is my own, and the tldr; it doesnt matter. whether im seen as a man or not doesnt matter.

im very attracted to women and ive tried to hide that aspect of myself for a very long time. i could never call myself a lesbian because i, personally, was so fucking scared of it.

my partner told me he feels very similar to me, and that if i wanted to try out the butch label... see how it feels.... it would all work out. i fucking love him so much for that like. yall dont even know.

so more blathering here bc i cant really type much on twitter.

im trying out this label to see if it really fits, but tldr: im not a guy. im something fucked up and evil and insane. wahoo

#crustybabbles #personal #sorry if this DOESNT make a shred of sense but like imagine if shrek was a transmasc butch #thats like. how i feel #i can still call myself a guy dude or man bc. i can and it makes me feel good but im not a man. die.

[thesecondprophecy]

Seer hand in marriage please?

As a side note, how would marriage even work with them? Like are they even allowed to get married? What would be the wedding traditions?

Marriage!!! Its so pretty a concept I get all happy and warm inside so I'm gonna do all the ROs :) I'm afraid Seer is in a polyamorous relationship with every Prophecy MC so, uh, yeah sure! 😂

Seer: Seers cant get married or have relationships because that means they have loyalties other than the Temple. If anyone doesn't follow the rules they are said to be expelled (actually nobody knows what happens to them). But! In Ecryria marriage is very much possible and a serious affair.

Marriage is a bonding, loving concept and it can be monogamous or polyamorous (there are no poly routes in the game because it's too difficult to code) or even a queer platonic relationship. You just go to the Temple and marry in a very beautiful ceremony where you bathe your spouse/spouses to purify them, you eat food made by each others hands (symbol of eternal care) and join your "timelines" (a red string ties your hands as a representation). Seer is conflicted with marriages because they want one but can't. They would love one.

Hand: He would combust if you asked for his hand in marriage, but she would say yes, without hesitation, would want an ecryrian wedding.

Nuala: Marriage in her kingdom is a bussiness affair be it for a king or a peasant so she's happy with no marriage. Unfortunately in her planet homophobia is still real so she couldnt marry a non male Prophecy anyways. However she would eventually contemplate an ecryrian wedding or a moor (a province from her planet) wedding in which people mix their blood to symbolize the union (there are no bloodborne diseases😂)

Hemal: They would prefer to wait a few years to establish things, then they would love a wedding, it would be a desi one though, to appease their mom and sister.

Oskar: thinks he kills everything he touches so once he knows your relationship is real he wouldnt want a earthly wedding, maybe an ecryrian or moor one. However he is the last likely to marry conventionally and would probably make you a "lifelong promise".

#tsp #the second prophecy #interactive fiction #if #twine #twine game #lore #worldbuilding #seer #hand #nuala #hemal #oskar #ask #anon ask

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Recovering Your Catfish: Changes

Summary- 1.6k Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader. Being back home after the ill fated trip trying to cross the Andes has left your Frankie a different man. While he deals with the trauma, you are there to remind him he still has you. Thick and thin, you are with him the entire way. 

Warnings- None except uncomfortable flashbacks. 

A/N- this was just an indulgence @babiiface95​ has dragged me into for this man. I have no idea how accurate any of this will be, its pure just my fantasy with it. Also I have no clue why, but I see him living in Louisiana, so again I self indulged and that’s where home is for him. 

“We’re not dropping the money! Push it, it can go over that ridge.” 

“Fuck off Tom, you cant get this thing over it without blowing one of the engines.” 

“Get it done.” Tom grunted at him and Frank pushed the lever, making the Mil Mi-8 helicopter shake and rattle. Then it popped, the levers on the dash spinning out of control. They pushed it too hard. 

They were going down. 

“Frankie! Frankie wake up.” Gentle hands cupped his face and his eyes sprang open to a moonlit dim room filled with the rattling sound of an old AC unit trying its best to combat the midsummer bayou heat and failing miserably. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, but all he could feel was the permanent deep chill of the Andes that was forever ingrained in Franks memory. “Its a dream baby, your home.” 

“Fuck Y/N, I’m sorry.” He groaned, his hand raising to cover his eyes as he came back to the present. 

“It's okay. You were just mumbling in your sleep.” You smile softly and your touch turns to one that smooths along his cheek, and drops to gentle strokes to the side of his neck and rubbing his earlobes, feeling him start to relax now that he is awake again. In this lighting his brown eyes seemed almost black as he stared up at the ceiling, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth. You settle back down next to him, dropping your hand to the center of his chest, which he covers with his own to clutch at it, like he was afraid you were going to let it go. “Do you want to tell me about it?” You offer him, sometimes Frank would share his dream, other times he wouldn't. 

“It was just when our engine blew. If I just had one of them cut that load, we would have made it over that ridge. Tom was so stubborn. Wanted the whole load. I knew it wouldn't make it… but I just kept following orders.” He admitted softly while you shifted in closer regardless of the stifling humidity. 

“All the men heard you Frankie, any of them could have dropped the load . Its not just on you, you warned Tom.” You reminded him softly, knowing he would continue shouldering the blame because he was the pilot. 

Frankie hummed to agree with you, but you knew it was simply to appease you for now. His head tilted to press a kiss against the top of your head. 

You sat outside of the therapist office, the windows rolled down and was sure to park in the shade, occasionally you would sip from your water bottle, waiting. Franks sessions usually ran 45 minutes to an hour and you worked it out so that you were here for him afterwards, he never liked being all alone after them, said that all the thoughts would get overwhelming. You were happy to do this for him and were incredibly proud of how far he had come from when he came home. 

You waited in the little office at Gerald’s Airstrip where Frank worked on and off since retiring from working Delta Force. The man who left on some “secret mission” he wouldn't tell you much about had been hopeful, promising life was changing for the two of you when he returned. 

How right he was. 

When the small plane landed and the door opened, you made your way out of the office. The first off the plane was the youthful face of Benny followed closely by Will, which you smiled and hugged them both tightly as they made their way off the steps. “Im so sorry” You whispered to each of them, a rub to their backs and a step back. “I'm so glad you are home though.” 

“We are to Y/N.” Ben went in for a quick hug once more and you embraced him once more before separating. The two of them splitting from you and you turned back towards the plane to see Frank making his way carefully down the steps and that's when you felt overwhelming relief. Giving a gentle sob, you rushed the last few feet and vaulted at him, hugging him tightly which he welcomed. 

He squeezed you into him and buried his face in your neck just as you did, your fingers clutching at the back of his shirt, taking a shuddering breath, just holding one another for a few moments till you pulled your head up, nuzzling against his ear. “Thank you for making it home Frankie.” “I missed you so much Mon Cherie.” he matched your grasp, like he couldn't lose you, couldn't hold you tight enough to him. Truth be told, after the time he left till he returned home had brought back so many memories of his Delta Force days that you wanted to put it all behind you. For good. No more secret missions, no more worrying if he wasn't going to make it home. Easing back enough to look at him, his hands falling to your hips as you cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing along the smoothness of freshly shaven cheeks. 

“You ready to go home Catfish?” you say his nickname with affection and he nods, his brown eyes softening the way warm chocolate would turn when melted. 

“More then anything please.” 

The therapist’s office door opened and you saw Frank drop his baseball cap lower over his eyes to block some of the midday glare as he made his way across the parking lot where you were parked. You turn the car on and ease out to meet him halfway, which he slipped into the passenger side next to you, going to buckle up. 

You never ask him how it went, Frank needed time to process his own thoughts before he was one to share, you knew he would come to you with it probably over coffee the next day or middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep, the dark making it easier to face himself. Instead you treated it like it was a normal day. “I got to stop Breaux Mart for some groceries, want me to drop you off at home?” 

“Nah, I will come with you. We can stop at the fish mart on the way home, on me.” He offered and you nodded with a grin.

“Deal.” 

The market was not too busy, midweek usually wasn't close enough to the weekend for the crowds, which is why you worked your shopping time now along with his therapy sessions. It was all a part of Frank not wanting to be alone afterwards, but did not want to be in the overwhelming presence of people trying to go about there everyday lives, always in a hurry. 

Just like he had hurried through the jungle with his rifle against his shoulder, his heart pounding in his ears as he followed behind his team, spinning on his heels to be sure they were not being followed. The rain was drowning all sound, meaning he had to rely on sight alone. 

Hurry hurry hurry while loading the vehicle. 

His hand shot out and grasped your thigh, overwhelmed searing his chest. You didn't flinch at his sudden movement, just dropped your hand from the steering wheel while waiting at a red light and covered his. 

He didn't have to hurry now, didn't have to have orders screamed at him that it was life and death, they gotta move faster to get out of there. Never again, he was home. 

With you. 

He glanced at you to see you biting at the bottom of your lip as you maneuvered the truck through traffic to the supermarket you preferred to use. Letting go of his hand to use both hands on the wheel when turning. 

“I was thinking about making a lemon layer cake for this weekend.” You kept up an idle conversation, glancing at him. “So don't let me forget the lemons.” 

“No Ma’am, I won’t.” he promised as they both left the truck. Frank grabbed a cart on the way in, and you pulled out your list, steering him towards the vegetable section to start. You picked through leafy greens, picking up bundles and giving a slight shake to lose the excess water before slipping them into a baggie and setting them in the cart. The drizzle of water shot off near Frank making him wince when he felt the spray settle on his skin, closing his eyes to push the memory of rain water drenching him till his clothes clung to him in a suffocating way, heavier from all the rain while running. Even drinking water made him cringe now, remembering the saltier mix of sweat and blood streaming down his face unable to escape the taste of it with fresh rainwater. 

Suddenly he felt your hand slide against his on the cart, pulling his hand into his and giving a squeeze, leading you two away from the spray of the water, towards other vegetables. Somehow you always knew when he needed to be brought back to the here and now. Lifting your hand, he pressed his lips to the back of your hand in a silent thank you while you dropped in a few ears of corn. 

“We can do a boil this weekend if you are up for it.” You draw him back into the here and now. Fuck how did he get lucky to have you. 

“You know I'm never gonna say no to that. We got the seasoning?” he questioned and you give him a light push, laughing. 

“It would be a sin if I didn't have it on hand permanently.” You winked while grabbing other ingredients to use. Approaching the lemons, Frank pauses while grabbing a bag of fresh lemons and you reach to grasp one lightly through the netting, bringing it to your nose to inhale the fresh citrus scent. 

“Just what I needed, thank you.” 

“Anytime Mon Cherie.” 

#finding your catfish #frank morales #frankie catfish morales #triple frontier au #amber writes #sweater writes

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

hii, i love ur work!!!💞💞 btww could i request smt w/ tom x reader where they r both in quarantine w the boys and tom is always hanging out with them and the reader is sad but don't want to show it until tom asks her what's going on and then she snaps!!!☺️☺️fluff ending❤️❤️

A/N: oh nonnie, i felt quite inspired for that one?? 😗 but as you know, externalising your feelings is sometimes the best remedy so never hesitate, you’ll feel a bit better after ☺️🙏🏻 and talk about it!! as always, stay safe sweetheart 💖💗

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

SLIGHTLY ANGSTY BELOW (INSECURITY), SO BEWARE! (FLUFF ENDING)

You were bored. The lockdown was still going in the UK and after six weeks of being between four walls, time was passing by ever so slowly. But fortunately you were staying at Tom’s house with the boys, him asking you to join them to not be alone being a better idea than you staying alone in your apartment...

... is what you thought.

More than bored, now you were also getting slightly upset. What you first thought about sharing great and funny times with all the boys and catching up with Tom just vanished after the first week.

You felt alone, even when living all in the same house. Left in a corner to be by yourself most of the time. Even asking to join them during a simple game on the PlayStation became hard. And your shy nature was not helping at all as you just let it happen.

Today you were bored, and now pretty upset too.

As you sat cross-legged on yours and Tom’s bed, trying to deal with some college work on your laptop, Tom suddenly barged in the bedroom quite frantically.

“Babe! Have you seen the Marvel puzzle box?” Tom asked while he started to rummage through his wardrobe, “I need it for a video!”

You clicked your tongue, your eyes never leaving the screen. This was basically what 99% of your interactions with Tom were about: “have you seen this?” or “what do you think about that?” or “is that a great concept?”. You became a sort of adviser against your will.

“Don’t know, check around” you plainly said, fingers keeping their constant clinking on the keyboard.

Tom stoped and turned towards you, quite shocked with that answer.

“Uhm, that was... cold?” he said with raised eyebrows, a hand ruffling his hair.

You preferred to simply ignore him, focusing of your work as much as possible. That confused Tom even more. Actually he’s been noticing that recent attitude you were giving him, but not quite minding about it too much at first until his own friends started being aware of it too. Harrison already told him a few times to have talk with you, just to check but he never really did. And now, Tom was confronted to the situation itself and couldn’t ignore it. Something was going on.

“Babe, you’re alright?” your boyfriend questioned first, then proceeded as you gave him no reaction. “Are you mad about something? ... About me?”

“Ah!” you scoffed suddenly before closing your laptop rather violently, making Tom jump on the spot. “Finally my own boyfriend decided to ask how I am doing, like a civilised person. Or should I refer to you as Mister Tom Holland now, since we were basically like strangers for a few weeks, uh?”

“What are you saying (Y/N)?” retorted Tom, completely taken aback by your answer as he now advanced a bit towards the bed.

“That you just ignored me since the beginning of the quarantine, but other than that, nothing! Everything’s good, everything’s FINE!!”

Feeling the anger slowly accumulating, you pushed your laptop away on the mattress and stood in one jump, reading to stomp out of the bedroom. But you were brought up short once you felt Tom’s hand grabbing your wrist, stopping you from leaving him this dumbfounded. You tried to wiggle free from his grip but soon stopped, still looking away from him, your breathing heavy after each inhalation and exhalation.

“(Y/N), look at me” Tom calmly asked, loosening his hand around your wrist a little bit to not hurt you. “Please, (Y/N)...”

After this rush of adrenalin, all your muscles seemed to release the tension you imposed to yourself. You lowered your head and dropped your shoulders, now shivers going along your spine.

“I-It’s like you abandoned me” you began, tears wetting your eyes before some rolled on your cheeks. “We didn’t even have some t-time for ourselves, but I’m n-not judging the boys or anything b-but-”

The tears kept running on your now red cheeks, the sobs getting more pronounced as you went on about the insecurity you felt during these weeks, how much this heavy feeling called loneliness just grew inside of you. And how much you had to endure it by yourself, not daring to say a single word about it, not even to your boyfriend who was there all along.

All of a sudden your body was pulled to the back and soon found yourself pressed against Tom’s chest, his arms instantly surrounding your frame to not let you go. One of his hands gently rested on the back of your head, before caressing it to soothe you.

“I’m the biggest idiot and the worst boyfriend that could ever exist on this planet” you heard Tom’s voice mumbled against your temple. “How did I not see this uneasiness in you... I just hurt you without noticing it, and I fucked up really bad, right?”

You hid your teary face against his chest, your hands grabbing his shirt on the back, your breath finally calming down a bit as you let Tom talk.

“I regret (Y/N), fuck I’m so sorry darling, please forgive me...”

You sniffled while nodding a few times, forehead still resting on his torso. Then you felt his lips kiss your hair, his body soon rocking slowly side to side to wash away any ounce of negativity left around you both. And in fact, it did appeased you because you missed being close to Tom, that deep connection between you both you felt ever since the first day you met and that you just found again today.

After some time spent in a rather calm silence, you parted from each other and Tom gently brushed your wet cheeks with his thumb, a comforting smile never leaving his face.

“Never hesitate to talk to me, (Y/N), never” Tom stated quite seriously, his hands back on your hips. “Even to insult me, I don’t care.”

“I’ll keep that in mind then” you chuckled, slightly slapping his chest before Tom joined you by laughing with you.

“Alright, what do you think about going in the backyard and enjoy this beautiful sunny day, only the two of us?” your boyfriend proposed, arranging a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Didn’t you have a video to film?”

“The boys can definitely wait” Tom simply said, now taking your hand in his as he began walking out of the bedroom with you.

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Title: In the TV Light Rating: G-ish tbh Characters: The Cat King, Natori, Haru, and a bit of Natoru at the end Pairings: None except for mentions of Lune and Yuki, but I hope you’re prepared for a tender heart-to-heart where one of the participants is the Cat King. Summary: Not one to be appeased by flimsy substitutions when he really wants something, the Cat King drags a protesting Natori into the human world sometime after midnight in the hopes of obtaining a midnight snack worth getting out of bed for.  Notes: Written for the TCR 2020 Birthday Bash. I mean. Mostly. It actually first began life as a response to being given the one-word prompt “Glow.” Which at the time I had intended to be a reference to the glow of the convenience store lights on pavement or something pretentiously poetic like that lmao  i’ve also decided to go ahead and split this enormous rambling fic into pieces in the interest of making it more. uh. Accessible. however, there may be erratically. Long periods of time in between updates, aha rip

  Chapter 1: In Which Haru Makes A Questionable Decision

Natori’s face is pressed against one of his paws. Rather uncomfortably, he should add, as it’s a gesture that anyone who wears glasses will tell you is difficult to pull off without some vexing little issues, feline or not. After a moment or two of this private mourning for the nap he’d been at least absently looking forward to, he finally lifts his head again so that he can look his Issue in the grinning, odd-eyed face. The king is waiting for his answer. No doubt he’s already convinced himself it will be a favorable one, despite Natori’s show of exasperation. If not immediately, then… eventually.

Frustrated with the swell of helplessness that washes over him at this prospect, Natori turns his attention instead to the window, inadvertently looking out over the mess of still-crumbled tower, stone and rubble. He supposes it might count as a grounding, a ruined emblem to remind him why Claudius must have this voice of reason.

When he does reply, it’s with the long-suffering tone of an overworked schoolmarm.

"...You want me to organize another official procession into the human world— and at such alarmingly short notice, I might add— just so you can, if I have this right..." Here Natori's deadpan gaze falls directly on his royal employer's (ex? royal employer's?) hopeful, oblivious face, and he prays he looks just as judgmental as he's about to sound, "...pick up a bag of chips or two..?"

To both his relief and everlasting resignation, the Cat King only snorts at this prospect, or perhaps its ridiculous (but no less accurate) wording, but he does at least step back a bit, wobbling heavily on one foot and waving one paw in overconfidence at the same time. "Nah, babe— forget all that frilly procession baloney. This cat ain't the king anymore, is he? Not on paper, anyway. I say we just ollie on out there, grab what we want, come back, and eat like—” he snorts again, "—kings."

And, then, before Natori can protest again, unimpressed by the other cat's... joke, he continues, head canted, one eye squinted just so that he looks playfully critical of his ex-advisor's apparent poor memory. "And you know me, Natty— I ain't about that bag of chips life. Heh."

The Cat King snorts again, gaze drawn to his paw as he does. "...For all the walking I'm about to endure for it, you know it's gonna be oden or bust."

"Your Majesty, please, to— for you to travel in such a way—! It's—! I-It's.." Natori's objections fade when his old friend looks him in the eye, expression molded into what one would be forgiven for reading as wholly blank were it not for the underpinning of steel mixed in with the ennui. He sees it then— how nothing he says is going to hold any weight, how there is no way for him to make the king understand just how remarkably—! Immature! Unseemly! The Cat King is an old man, a retired one, at that, who is in the process of passing on his crown and livelihood to his more capable son, but he's certainly not supposed to ostensibly sneak out of his own lavish home like a delinquent teenager now that the pressure is off him! ...Is he?

The king is smiling widely at him again— the same smile he's always sported whenever he's gotten his way, or known he was about to get his way, and Natori— steels himself! He huffs; his eyes narrow. He's not defeated just yet!

"...But it must be after midnight in the human world right now." Ah. That came out fainter than he intended. Shoot.

More frustrating still, the king adds a peace sign to his goofy smile.

"Don't worry about it, babe. I had a plan for that all along."

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"...This is your plan..."

"This is the plan, babe."

They are lingering outside a familiar home in the human world, perched solidly atop the fence surrounding it. A street lamp down the way they came flickers. Natori turns from that omen and instead regards the modest house with no small amount of dubious chagrin. Yet his companion only chuckles at his overt lack of confidence.

"Your Majesty, I— what on Earth makes you think Miss Haru is going to be willing to assist you in this venture?" Natori doesn't say as such, but her indignant disdain toward the Cat King after his, er, less-than-eloquent proposal had seemed quite clear to him.

"Because I'm the king."

"I quite clearly recall you saying you're not the king anymore, Si—"

"I'm the king," the Cat King repeats, more firmly this time, "And if she pulls a favor for me, that means she has me in her debt, right? Who could say no to that, uhh?"

Ah. That feels like a trap. Natori bites his tongue, but he's far from placated. This is not going to go the way his employer has envisioned it to in his head. Haru, he imagines, cares little for playing nice with the king and his... eccentricities, and an eventual confrontation between the two seems obvious to the bespectacled cat. Acting as the battered neutral party between two stubborn forces of nature is a far cry from how Natori would prefer to spend his late night, but he supposes there are few other cats as practiced as he is at the balancing act.

"Come on, time's a-wastin’—"

Without any other warning, his employer suddenly hops off the fence, disappearing within the cattails that are still growing in the yard (much to Natori's utter bafflement, at least, so Haru surely can't blame them for that), and takes off.

"Wait—!"

"Well, hurry up!"

By the time Natori catches up to his king, he's already practically glued to what Natori guesses is Haru's bedroom window. Her lights are off, which is to be expected, given the time. He catches only the smallest glimpse of the lump snuggled under the comforter before he's distracted by the king's less than courteous attempt at waking the poor girl— an open-palmed smack on the glass of her window, muted only slightly by his plush fur. To Natori's horror, the king raises his paw to try again, but he somehow manages to stop him before he gets the chance.

"Your Majesty, plea—"

"It worked!"

Indeed, it has. A quick glance back to the window before the two of them reveals that Haru (her face at least, the rest of her still cocooned within her duvet like a caterpillar) has emerged from under the covers and caught sight of the pair of cats currently sitting on her window sill as though they own the thing (...and at least one of them most certainly is the type to think so). And, Natori notes, she's regarding them in much the same way one might a forgotten four-month-old bento at the back of the fridge. That's about all the information he has time to absorb before cold, hard glass collides with his glasses and nose (vaguely, he's aware also of the surprised feline yowl that erupts from the king somewhere beside him).

He comes to seconds later on all fours, once again buried in the sea of cattails that at the moment constitutes Haru's family's yard. Haru herself is leaning nearly halfway out the now open window, pointing out at the two of them accusingly.

"What are you doing here?!" She hisses.

The Cat King pops up from out of his unintentional hiding spot among the tall brush, arms outstretched as if he has any right to be indignant, or perhaps is trying to placate an affronted ex. 

"C'mon, babe, what'd I do to deserve that kinda greeting..?"

Natori, still crouched somewhere to the side of his king, can only stare up at Haru's form in the window. She seems to be reluctant to raise her voice, which he supposes is reasonable enough. Meanwhile, an inner voice of his own sees fit to mention to him that he must look like something of a helpless bystander, if not a pitifully frightened kitten, and it's that realization which ultimately tugs him to his full height.

"Don't go acting like you don't know! I almost died because of you!"

"But you didn't!"

"That's not the point!"

Natori distracts the king with a soft tap to the arm.

"...Sire, perhaps it might help defuse the situation if you politely tell her why you've come to... er, visit her..? Politely," he adds again for good measure.

The Cat King is silent for a good moment or two, purring to himself, but finally he nods in approval.

"Good idea, Natty. There's no telling how long we'll be here otherwise."

"...politely..." Natori echoes faintly as he moves away, almost certain his advice will prove too demanding for the king to follow.

Haru, for her part, has at least receded from hanging halfway out the window and instead stands with her arms tightly crossed, looking back and forth between the two with an expression that promises great adversity should they try anything shifty, and for just a brief moment, Natori finds himself struck by a difference he can't quite put a time-frame to. She's quite an image removed from the shrinking violet he'd first spied hiding behind her front drive's stone pillar.

It’s a wonder the change hadn’t registered as a more permanent shift in confidence to him before now.

As if she hadn’t just impulsively knocked the two of them off the very same ledge upon merely spying them sitting there, the Cat King clambers up the side of Haru’s house, depositing himself right onto her window sill like a particularly large and unkempt robin and making himself at home all over again. Haru herself looks less than pleased with this development, but the fact she hasn’t shut her window and gone back to bed seems a good sign to Natori. After a moment of hesitation, he eventually follows his old friend.

"'Kay, here's the thing, babe—"

Natori opens his mouth to nervously correct the king's… vernacular as he arrives, but in the end merely closes it again, thinking better of it. By this point it's just a nervous tic, not a true term of romantic endearment. Otherwise, he'd refrain from referring to Natori himself in such a way. (...wouldn't he? Well, he doesn’t have time to puzzle that one out.)

"—human food is delish, right? But some of us don't have the right, ehhh, savoir-faire to get it for ourselves. Get it? We hafta ask for help. And that's where you come in, babe."

And then, silence. Haru’s previously crossed arms have loosened, and she seems to be trapped somewhere between quizzical and skeptical. 

“...that’s really all you want?”

“Would I lie? A king’s word is gold, babe.”

Haru looks from him to Natori, and the old cat struggles valiantly to keep a straight face and not allow even a shred of doubt in the king’s honesty show. Finally, some of the hard suspicion in her expression starts to fade, though a softer relative is still left behind in the form of uncertainty. When her gaze moves back to the king, it seems she has but one question left.

“Why do you need any help? Lune managed to get a gift for Yuki all by himself.”

To Natori’s surprise, the king then copies Haru’s gesture from just seconds before and looks to him, though in his case it’s with rather striking naivete (striking in its apparent authenticity, if nothing else), as if he’s waiting for an explanation on that mystery himself. Somewhere, an old, exasperated resignation creeps over Natori… Mm. Claudius has always been only too eager to leave the truly arduous questions to him, hasn’t he? Still, he answers readily enough, shoving that unexpected rise of resentment down into the depths from whence it came.

“I’m afraid Prince Lune is something of a— ah, special case. He’s quite well-known in the Cat Kingdom for spending a surprising amount of time in the human world.” Something he now realizes was likely Yuki’s influence. “It’s not at all a difficult stretch of the imagination to presume he must have cultivated a number of hospitable bonds here in the process.”

“Lune’s a networker,” the Cat King adds proudly.

“Unfortunately, well, we haven’t quite had that same opportunity,” Natori finishes. Were he more truthful, he might add that he and the king perhaps have relied a little too heavily on Natoru’s ingrained street smarts in the case of traversing the human world in the past. Haru at least appears amused by this explanation.

“...so, what you’re saying is you’re a couple of clueless, old tourists, is that it?” She eventually deadpans.

“Ha! That’s not a bad way to look at it, babe.” And yet, in a faint pout, the king eventually also adds, “I’m not that old.”

Haru’s brow rises. “No?”

“Natty’s older than I am.”

“Sire—”

“Well, that I’m not surprised by.”

The Cat King turns to survey him before Natori can get another word out. “I thought he was carrying his age pretty good myself.”

That actually gets a small laugh out of Haru, though it’s quickly stifled. Natori, meanwhile, can’t help but feel at least a little like the two are ganging up on him.

“No, King, that’s not what I meant.”

This friendly banter seems to be the last of the encouragement necessary to get through her defenses. Shifting her weight to her other foot, gaze drawn to the night sky in thought, she concedes. At least. Slightly.

“Alright… if it’s just a matter of some snacks…” She murmurs first to herself. “But that’s all! I’m not letting you rope me into some harebrained marriage scheme again, understand?”

The Cat King is already rubbing his paws together in anticipation of his beloved convenience store oden, but he at least remembers to nod in agreement.

“Sure, sure, babe. No funny business. Cross my heart.”

“And stop calling me babe.”

#the cat returns

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I actually meant canon, but yes I agree it's in fanfics too. But canon writers anger me more, they're so vehemently against families.

Yeah like, the thing is, it is two completely separate issues in some ways too. When a fic writer does it for whatever reason, its like, just their reason whatever it is.

But canon’s avoidance of committing too much to any of the Batkids being Bruce’s kids other than Damian is completely its own thing because they want to have their cake and eat it too. They’re trying to please (or at least appease) everyone, and in the process pleasing no one. Trying to simultaneously HAVE the Batfam for the sake of all the fans who want the Batfam, and yet at the same time keep some distance and plausible disavowal there for all the fans who are obsessed with Bruce being a brooding lone wolf who doesn’t play well with others - and with Damian’s biological connection to him acknowledged and even played up because its unavoidable, but also because Damian personality wise presents the least ‘threat’ to the Bruce-as-a-brooding-loner thing.

And its just like, you just CANT please everyone so why bother trying, you just end up alienating everyone, and also, like....FAMILY isn’t a thing that you can ever walk back, once committed to. Every single one of Bruce’s kids that has been adopted and actually acknowledged as his kid at least at SOME point? That point will always exist out there SOMEWHERE, both in back issues and in peoples’ awareness, no matter whether its currently in continuity or not. You can’t write narratives that lead characters into being actual literal family and then expect everyone to nod and follow along when a few years later you decide, hey, y’know what? Actually on second thought, no they’re not.

Because its not even just a matter of them being aware of the fact that they were legally connected family at some point....its also the fact that they were INVESTED in that view of the family, mentally and emotionally.

Like I was just arguing the other day about how retcons are a thing, just deal with it, and I’m still saying all of that holds true....BUT that doesn’t mean that people deciding which version of a story they like better is still a thing too. That’s kinda why I always pointedly emphasize when tackling the “Dick being fired was a retcon” thing, like, I’m not annoyed by that because I just fundamentally don’t grasp that some people just like the prior version of Dick becoming Nightwing and always will.....the annoyance stems from people claiming that’s why they refuse to engage with the retcon but at the same time....engaging with the part of the retcon that allows for Dick and Jason to be disconnected rather than MORE connected as they were in the previous story. You can pick and choose with stories, but when you pick and choose WITHIN one singular story, you’re like....that doesn’t work, that’s not having a preference, that’s like trying to play Deconstruct the Narrative and reassemble as a Paint By Numbers piece specifically tailored to your own liking. Which again, you can also do, its just....not the same thing as just preferring one version of a story over another.

What DC does with the Batfam’s family connections is like, the exact same thing, just in reverse, if that makes sense at all. They’re trying to selectively interact with the parts of past and present continuity they want to present to readers as the only parts of each that they should be engaging with or viewing as ‘actual canon’.....but at the same time, acting like its at all possible to actively call to readers’ minds stories in which the Batfam are very definitively family.....but then say to readers at the same time “but also ignore JUST the parts where they’re actually family instead of just affiliated allies, that’s not a thing at the moment.”

And like....LOL...that just doesn’t work. You can’t present readers with a Frankenstein’s monster cobbled together from different stories and continuities and MEMORIES readers have of previous stories they’ve read and are aware of, and try at the exact same time to dictate even just HOW aware readers remain of parts of a previous story or continuity you no longer care to adhere to.

Its like, no, peoples’ brains don’t work like that and you pretending they do just so you can tailor one single story to two different kinds of target audience at the exact same time, like....that doesn’t make it any more realistic, it just makes it confusing.