#it almost made me care about that dumb knight

[dior-and-dietcoke]

───ENVYING HIS ANGEL.

⌗ 𝐀𝐊!𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃 + 𝐁𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝟏𝟖+, DARK CONTENT, kind of corruption kink, DUBCON, breeding, hint of ddlg, rough sex, spit, slight size kink, choking, slapping, harsh degradation turning into praise, chubby!reader, Jason's emotions are all over the place, implied Stockholm syndrome and kidnapping, little bit of soft love declaration, the "I can fix him" syndrome, finger sucking, mentioned forced cum eating, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

Your kidnapper comes back and he's acting weirder than usually

✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ✧ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!!

You were in the knights big and cold room, feeling the cold breeze on your bare skin dressed in nothing but that baby pink lingerie he has gifted you, waiting for him to come back from whatever he was doing all night, he never told you anything, he didn't need to, All you knew was that he had multiple dark blue and red bruises whenever he came back..maybe even some open wounds, like every other night.

The sound of loud and heavy steps suddenly but slowly came closer and closer until the metal door opened, and immediately got slammed back into it's doorframe.

your knight was finally back, standing tall and big in his impressive armor. He was quiet until you stood up from the bed "Honey, i—" "sit down."

His moduled voice demanded, giving you shivers and making you instinctively fall back onto the soft cream colored sheets "yes, sir.."

you looked up at him as he slouched towards the big mirror and closet as he took the helmet off, the way he moved seemed like he was hurt badly, he was leaning against the dresser by holding the door in a tight grip with his left hand.

Realistically, you shouldn't care about how hurt your kidnapper was but..you were already over questioning your feelings towards this dangerous man, your dumb mind just knew that you loved him..yeah, he kidnapped you but just like he told you "it's safer here, than outside.." and he was right, you would've been already dead in a ditch, on the cold streets outside the destroyed gotham,

or worse, "the horrible men outside could do horrible things to you". He made good points to you. even though he was even more dangerous than these men he was talking about, but he wanted to protect you..

"J-jay?.." you asked hesitantly as he slammed the helmet onto the desk, letting his natrual voice speak up "what?" It sounded almost annoyed, you knew he had a short temper. But that didn't stop you from pursuing him.

Your body twitched and you grabbed at the sheets, your throat was dry due to the fear you felt when he talked like that..but the thing is, the fear of him is what pulls you towards him. The fear you feel when looking at his tall form in his intimidating armor gets you excited like nothing else, knowing that he could beeak you in half just like that made you so, so wet. and he knows that too, you're not the best at hiding these feelings.

You stood back up and hugged his big and cold armored torso, you felt him immediately tense up "I missed you.."

His breath hitched softly as your hands took his armory off of his tense and sore body, Jason let out a soft almost incoherent sigh

"I get so lonely without you, jay" you were playing with fire talking to him like that, and you knew it but you felt like you had to tell him this everytime he came back. You knew under all that cold armor was just damaged, bruised and busted and neglected skin that needed to be taken care of.

You were done taking the pointy, wet and cold metal off him and put it back into the dresser, your warm hands went under his black shirt, feeling his cold skin. Jason tensed under your touch again and finally looked at you, he looked so good in the golden light of the built In lamps, radiating off his scarred and beautiful skin.

"You missed me?" His gruff and almost tired voice pulled at your poor heart strings, and the way his cold eyes that have seen most things that tou couldn't even comprehend stared into your untainted ones, so bright and warm.

You then nodded at his question and softly pressed your cheek into his strong back "I did.."

All of a sudden Jason turned to you and grabbed you by the throat as he pushed you towards the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. His grip was tight and barely let any air reach or leave your lungs "drop that pathetic act." He warned, his breath fanning over your face, you tried to look away but his hand forced you to look back at him.

"I fucking hate it when you act all innocent.." he paused to take a good look at you "it's sickening.. especially knowing what a filthy fucking slut you actually are." Don't get him wrong, he doesn't hate you for it, he hates himself. He wish he could look as innocent as you, but he just can't, all that innocence was taken away from him by a psychopathic clown, when he came back from the grave and woke up in this disgusting pit. He envies you.

You shook your head as best as you could and immediately felt a harsh sting on your cheek before Jason slammed you onto the made bed "don't fuckin' lie to me" he said through gritted teeth, you could almost feel his anger "I hate when you act like that.." he let out a bitter chuckle "acting like a sweet, innocent little housewife when we both know that you are far from that"

you looked up at him, you were confused, truly confused. You just tried to be nice to him, because you know he needs it. But he can't accept that, he's not used to it, he's confused by it. He's been forgotten and neglected, he doesn't understand why you were trying to be so sweet to him..

"You would drink my fucking cum from a cup if I gave it to you." His hand went from your throat up to squeeze your cheeks, you felt his knee firmly press up against your clothed clit, leading to you trying to suppress a little moan. "You would wear a fucking collar and a leash while I make you drink from a bowl full of cum, if I wanted you to..you're disgusting." You felt tears well up at your lash line as you desperately tried to avoid eye contact. "Ain't that right? Hm?"

Jason let out a gruff laugh seeing tears roll down your cheeks "now you're cryin'? Thinkin' you'll get me soft, hm? That won't work again, sweetheart." You choked down a sniffle, you cried because you knew everything he accused you of was true, but you also loved him..you really did, he opened up to you before, you know how he feels and what he went through..you couldn't believe him at first but his scars and that look in his eyes told you that he spoke the truth.

"J-jaso—" you got cut off by your own sharp gasp as Jason forced his hand down your panties, sliding his index and middle finger through your folds and let out another bitter laugh "fuckin' wet..of course you are.."

"Please, jason—please, stop" you whined, grabbing at his hands. but it was no use, Jason was obviously stronger and bigger than you. "Just say it." He groaned, looking down at you, slowly sinking his thick fingers into your tight cunt. "Say that you're a slut, fuckin' that loves to be pushed around by me, say it."

Jason knows deep down that you are, in fact, that innocent angel who's just a little dirty. But he sees himself in you and he wants you to admit how disgusting the two of you are.

"N-no—please, jay!" You plead in a broken moan as Jason's already finger fucking you, dragging his skilled fingers along your soft and sensitive walls. And it felt so fucking good, no matter how much his words hurt and degraded you..it still lit a fire deep inside of you, you liked having him talk to you like that, it felt good that someone had this much control over you. You needed this..

Once you protested again, Jason's palm hit your cheek once more. "I want you to say it." He threatened through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth as his grip tightened around your cheeks. You whimpered and involuntarily let your eyes roll back at the way he stroked that one specific spot inside of you. "There's that pretty look, hm? Just admit it" jason shook her head around in his palm and glanced down to your parted lips before coming closer to you, puckering up his lips and letting a string of spit drip into your mouth "swallow it." He demanded

After you did as he said, you moaned loudly as a strike of electricity ran through your entire body, even feeling it in the tips of your fingers with a few last strokes of his fingers inside of your cunt. Jason always loved to watch you cum, he was so entranced by how your face twisted in pleasure in such a beautiful expression that he almost forgot what he wanted you to do.

And then you made his brain crash all together with just three simple words that weighted so fucking heavy on him:

"I love you—" you cried, hot tears and spit sliding down your face, jason froze in place as those words left your drooling mouth. "..what?" He gasped and grabbed your fucked out face while his fingers kept overstimulating your poor, weeping cunt. "I-i—Jason! St-stopp!" You mewled but Jason shut you right up again "say what you just said again, please" if you didn't know any better, you'd say he almost sounded desperate.

Your big knight loosened his grip on your cheeks and just softly placed it on the side of your cheek "say it again, I wanna hear it" he swallowed as your eyes set on him, you could see the desperation in his eyes. He needed you to say it again. Jason doesn't think he ever heard anyone say these three words to him before, not his parents and sure as hell not batman, and that fact hurts him more than anything else but it pulls him so fucking close to you.

You gulped and gasped in a harsh breath "i-i said-" you swallowed again

"I love you, jason.."

He was gone at this point—his brain just shut off after feeling the sharp hit of your soft words, the way you said his name in such a soft and loving manner was breathtaking, he felt a bright and white hot fire burning in his stomach, His heart started hammering against his chest looking at your puffy eyes and lips.

"Fuck.." he let out a heavy breath and smashed his lips against yours, fingers still fucking you open. you were still whining and whimpering due to the overwhelming overstimulation, but his mouth was now swallowing all of your pathetic little sounds. Your hands tried to push Jason off you, you couldn't take this, especially because you were about to cum again.

"It's okay, it's okay..cum again" he reassured with a kiss to your forehead, you suddenly felt warm inside as Jason's gruff voice spoke softly against your ear, leading to you cumming again all over his fingers and the now disheveled sheets with a loud and desperate cry. Jason laid his head down on your chest and slowly stroked your sensitive walls, you started running your hand through his dark and soft hair as you felt your muscles soften, it was hard to move after that orgasm.

"Can you say it again?" He asked quietly against your damp skin, you smiled softly and just held him against your limp body "I love you, Jason"

Having you say it again to him, but while you're holding him like this with your hand stroking his hair and scalp, made him feel do weird and warm, he loved this feeling. "I really do.." Jason straightened his back and looked down at you before taking his shirt off, giving you a clear view of the long autopsy scar and a few smaller ones accompanied by blue and black wounds. But he looked so damn good. Jason slipped his finger under your bra strap to let it snap back in place against your skin. "Take it off for me.."

You nodded and reached behind you to unstrap your bra but your eyes caught Jason taking his tactical pants off, giving you a clear sight of his hard and huge cock in his dark red and tight boxers, you immediately spotted the wet spot at the head of his cock. You noticed you've been staring once jason pulled his boxers down and that once clothed cock was now on full display. all hard, throbbing over his heavy and full balls ready to pump your womb full of his cum. And the cherry on top was the nice happy trail he had, trimmed but not too trimmed.

You whimpered and clenched your still sore thighs together while pulling your bra off and shamefully covering your tits with your hands, making them look even better pressed up against you "What are you doing? I've seen 'em before" he chuckled and grabbed your hands to pin them down by your sides, exposing your pretty and hard nipples to him as they bounced on impact.

"There they are.." he slowly let go of your hand and slid the surprisingly soft skin of his finger tips down your arm until he got to your collar bones and then finally to your soft tits, causing jason to groan out a low and erotic "fuck.."

you whimpered pathetically and bit your bottom lip "whimpering over this?" He softly laughed "pathetic.." he said, but he found it cute, he loved your little noises.

"What if I.." he paused and barely touched your hardened bud "do this?" Before pinching and twisting it a bit. Your back arched off the mattress and into his touch "you really are a fuckin' sight aren't you?" You shook your head and teared up again "awe..my little crybaby.." he cooed and kissed your tear stained cheek "you want my cock, don't you?"

He asked bluntly and you shyly nodded, but Jay just grabbed your face again with his big hand "I need your big girl words, I know you can use 'em" his voice was less gruff and demanding now, it was sweet like honey..

You swallowed hard due to your dry throat, "y-yes.." you mumbled and Jason slid the wet head of his cock up and down your slick and sticky folds, making you think he was gonna give you what you want. But after a dew strokes you noticed he wanted you to beg more, Jason's eyes kept staring you down, like a predator stalking it's prey. Jason was dangerous in more ways than one.

You began to mewl and paw at his strong shoulders that could hold your weight easily, even if you are a bit heavier. "You're moanin' a lot right now, are you okay?" Jason faux pouted "you need something?"

You did. God you did..and the knew that, of course.

"Your cock! Please..jason—ahh.." you tried to form a coherent sentance but it was so damn hard with his cock bumping your clit and occasionally circling it, it was driving you crazy. If he kept this up he'd have to send your ass to arkham.

"Hm? What about my cock, baby?" He huffed, you felt his cock throbb against you, he was loving this even more than you. He loved the way he could make you submit to him with just a look, and have you go airheaded. Thinking of nothing else but him and his cock.

You whimpered desperately, almost starting to cry again "Jason!! I need it, f-fuck me, sir! P-please—" you saw Jason's Adam's apple Bob as he swallowed and then grinned down at you "shit, baby, that's all you had to say.." he chuckled and slid his cock down from your clit to your clenching hole "but you gotta let me in, sweetheart.."

He swiped some of your hair out of the way and whispered to you in that sweet tone again "stop clenchin', open up.." you took a deep breath and tried your best to let him in. Jason couldn't stop looking at you, he was still thinking about you telling him how you love him, he wanted to hear it again. But that side was fighting with the side that just wanted to fuck you dumb, dumb and dumber.

The second he finally slipped the head of his cock inside had him breathing so heavy, he felt you many times before, but goddamn. The first seconds of sliding in were the best seconds of his life.

Jason made sure to let you feel every inch, curve and vein of his pretty cock inside your tight and sensitive pussy until that soft batch of hair above his cock brushes against your clit and Jay was pulling your legs up to get even deeper, cock head pressed snugly against your cervix.

He was huffing and grunting at the feel of your soft and warm cunt gripping him like a fist, his eyes were rolling back as he slowly and sensually rolled his hips into you. Your hands went immediately to his back and scratching it softly, forcing him to groan even louder.

his cock felt so good and hard. He was making you feel so full, so complete. If he was to pull out you would literally cry and forget how to act like a normal adult woman. "j-jay..please don't sto���" you gasped as his cock rubbed that sweet and special spot inside you "right there—nghh!..r-right there, baby.." you moaned desperately, clawing at his shoulder blades.

Jason softly pressed his forhead into the sheets, next to your neck before kissing it softly "right here?" He asked as he deviously thrusted up into the exact spot, having you suddenly scream out in pleasure. You slapped your hand over your mouth embarrassed but Jason was quick to grab it to push it onto the sheets again. "No, no, no..don't hide it.." he paused and kissed your plush and wet cheek again "please, I wanna hear you.."

Your whimper got turned into a high pitched moan once jason suddenly started to roughly rutt into you "F-fuck!!" You cursed with the same high pitch. Words couldn't describe how utterly good he felt, its like his cock was made for you, like he was made for you..

You reached up and put your shaky hands on the sides of his scarred cheek, as you softly ran your thumb over the 'j' carved into his pretty skin. You knew he hated this scar more than the other ones, due to the bigger tragedy and torture behind it. You made him look at you, he looked just like a hurt puppy like this..anytime you would get him into his feelings, his big bad facade just dropped, whether he wanted it to or not. "It could stand for Jason.." you choked out. Your dumb Remark made him laugh as he slowed down on fucking you and returning to the sensual hip rolling "yeah?" He stroked his thumb over your cheek, you nodded "either way, I think it still makes you look beautiful." You smiled putting your hands on the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.

You loved Jason, you really really did.

As you two kissed, the kiss slowly went from sweet and loving to animalistic and just horny. And with his thrusts to match he sped up and pounded into you, head knocking against your cervix and that spot that made your toes curl.

Jason's grip on your thighs will definitely leave marks tomorrow, but you don't mind it, you like seeing the pretty marks he left the next morning.

You were moaning and whimpering into Jason's mouth as his and your tongue were gliding against one another in such need, it was soessy to the point of spit dribbling out from your mouth and tongues slipping out once in a while.

Feeling you moan into his mouth just made jason more feral, he was slamming his cock into your poor little pussy so hard that you were already about to cum. You grabbed onto his shoulders to push Jason a little bit away from you to break that wet and messy kiss. jason almost fucking came with how pretty you looked right now; eyes puffy, cheeks and ears all hot and your big and plump lips wet from the kiss. He felt his cock throb inside you, and he was sure you felt it too with the little whimper you let out and the way your thighs clenched just a little bit

"J-jason! 'M bout to cum! I'm gonna cum—" jason shit you right up by kissing you again and fucking you even faster, the loud sounds of wet skin on skin slapping was obscene.

He broke the kiss for just a second to whisper "it's okay baby, you can cum. Cum for me, baby.." you locked your legs around his waist and continued to press him against you like you were scared he would leave. But he won't, he'll probably stay with you until he dies...and then come back again to be with you again.

Your nails clawed at his back as you desperately huffed for air and moaned more into the kiss, you felt the knot in your tummy being pulled tight until it ultimately snapped and you felt that bolt of electricity again, this time way, way harder. You broke the kiss and threw your head back while mewling and screaming, you looked so damn cute when you lost it and creamed on his cock.

Jason bit down hard on his bottom lip to not let any sounds out while he chased his high, all he needed for that was your pussy already dripping around him and you laying on his bed, grabbing at the sheets while he fucked you so hard your tits were bouncing like crazy.

"Fuck baby, look so pretty when you cum.." he clenched his jaw a little and groaned when you clenched around him at the praise. Jason's eyes fell to where you two were connected and started to rub over your puffy clit "do it again, I need to see it again" he moaned and grabbed onto your soft tummy "gonna make you fuckin' pregnant, yeah? Gonna fill you up so good.." he paused to just moan and grunt at the thought of you being pregnant.

"Fuck.." he mumbled, almost incoherent and choked, "gonna look so fuckin' pretty for me, won't ya?"

You nodded and immediately threw your head back to let your mouth fall into an 'o' as you came once again, making an even bigger mess on his cock.

He felt his drip over his balls and just gripped your tummy tighter "fuck—'m gonna cum, baby..gonna cum real deep inside you" right after he promised that he folded your legs back onto your chest and fucked faster and harder into your spent cunt.

He was huffing and moaning when you felt his huge cock throb and twitch inside of you, he was hitting so deep again that your eyes rolled back and bit your bottom lip, you wanted to cum again. "B-baby! Gonna cum—nghh! Gonna cum again!" Jason just grinned at your struggled moans and kissed you again "'m gonna cum too, baby..let's cum together, yeah?" He offered while grabbing onto your hands and then pressing his forhead against yours.

You both moaned louder and tensed your bodies more until jason came deep inside you, his thrusting became sloppy and hitched as your pussy began to milk his cock, draining every drop of cum from his balls as your orgasm hit you.

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You and Jason just laid there for about 5 minutes, just him holding you against his chest and your little hands on the width of his now marked back. "Hey..uh.." Jason began, making you look up at him with those damn puppy dog eyes "I don't.. I don't know why I said those awful things..I'm..I'm really sorry" he mumbled, still thinking that you would leave him like everyone else "baby.." you started, and he interrupted you before you could reject his apology "I love you." He said in a slight panicked tone.

Your eyes widened, you never thought you would hear him say that..but here he was, surprising you again.

"I know that this situation you're in is awful, and that I am awful..but just know that..i love you and would do anything to protect you..." Jason said in a slightly cracked voice as he grabbed your hand and kissed it a few times before just pressing it onto his cheek.

You put both your hands onto the sides of his face "I love you too, baby.." you kissed him softly, and you felt his breath hitch at the softness, yeah he kissed you before..but not like this. "I won't leave you..I love you, Jason.. "

Jason stared at you for just a few seconds and saw how genuine your smile was, and he felt tears run down his face, he just nervously laughed it off and wiped them away "it's okay..okay?" You asked him with a small kiss onto his scar.

He nodded and placed his hands on your waist, felling your soft and smooth skin "okay.."

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[lightwing-s]

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲| 𝐣. 𝐭.

pairing: arkham knight!jason todd x female!reader warnings: angst, violence, domestic abuse  word count: 2,4k summary: gotham pulls you down, jason pulls you harder. a/n: after reading the arkham knight comic i found myself obsessed and wrote this some time ago while in between finals. there will be a part 2, so wait for it soon ♡ ⌜masterlist⌟ ⌜requests⌟

A long time ago, someone I knew, someone I loved, told me something I would never forget: Gotham has powers over its people. Just like gravity, pulling you down, making it hard for you to leave. 

At that point, I didn't understand. But as time went by, it all became clear.

I wanted to leave. And I tried to. So many damned times, almost on a daily basis. And yet, here I am. Still in this goddamn place.

But he also told me, on that same day, that although the gravity field was heavy, I could be stronger. That I was stronger. I could push it away, get out of here. What doesn’t kill you makes you a hell of a lot stronger, Y/n.

It all started on a Thursday night. I was given the day off on Friday, and like every reckless young adult, I had decided to spend my night getting drunk with my so-called friends at a bar, just around the corner of the street he once owned. Even if it’d been years, I could never not remember him everytime I walked by.

But that time, for the first time in forever, it didn’t cross my mind. I had missed it. I had… forgotten. It would be days later when the guilt started eating me up. How could I’ve forgotten him? How did I suddenly stop caring?

We were having fun, dancing around, chatting, and having drinks. Having many drinks. I must have drunk double my weight in alcohol, yet somehow still managed to stand on my two feet. My boyfriend, almost as drunk as me, hung out with his friends not paying me much attention. I guess he didn’t care that it was my birthday, but I guess even I forgot about that. It had been years since I last cared for it, nothing making much sense celebrating once he was gone.

I was looking for a toilet, stumbling my way around the crowded place while my bladder made it harder to walk around. 

And that’s when I felt it. The eyes on me. Like an eagle’s fixed on its prey. A sniper aiming at it’s target. I never understood when books and movies talked about this feeling until I felt it myself. My hair stood on end, the air suddenly thickening around me, my heart beat gaining pace. 

Something I could never, even in the wildest of my dreams, ever have imagined. I thought, maybe, I was making it all up, like some kind of drunken hallucination. Or that finally the terrors of Gotham had gone so up my head that I started seeing things. Things that weren’t real. Things that, at least, weren’t supposed to be.

Yet, there he was. Like a ghost. Clad in a red hoodie, staring straight at me through the dirty, fogged up glass window. The guy I thought I had seen the last of when I was still a just dumb teenager. 

Even though he stood so far away from me, I could see his gloomy semblance. His tired eyes, still bright blue as I had always remembered. But once our eyes met, all that pain and melancholy went away, as his face softened, and his eyes held the same sparkle in them as years ago. It could never be someone else, I would recognize my Robin whenever and wherever I saw him.

“Jason?” I whispered to myself, or at least I thought I had as I would later be informed I had drawn many eyes to me at that moment. But I didn’t care. He was here. It was all that mattered.

I had forgotten everything. Everyone. I stormed out of that crowded bar and ran into the streets. Into his arms. Arms that embraced me, tightly, like I was the last  good thing on this Earth. Like I was his own life, threatening to slip away at any moment. And for the first time in ages, I felt at home.

My boyfriend didn’t like the way I’d left that night. Well, my ex boyfriend. I couldn’t pull up with his shit anymore. Not with him being back.

After our embrace, Jason didn’t want to stay in the street for too long, at the time I didn’t know why, so I just went away with him. God knew where he was taking me, but I trusted him with my life like I always did. All I remember are the city lights flying past us, as we rushed through the streets hand in hand. His ever so sweet tone as we made our first stop under the lights of Old Wayne Tower. How he treated me, how he paid attention. His tender touch, his breath meeting mine, the scarred skin of his face as I caressed his cheek, and his soft lips against mine.

It was just me and him, the world getting blurry around us, reality and dreams blending together for a moment. And from then on, nothing else mattered. It was us against the world.

He took me home, or where I thought his home was then. He dragged me by the hand, swerving through the crowds, pushing through people, but never loosening his hold.

“I’m not gonna lose you again, Y/n.” he looked back to tell me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, as I tried to fix his hold. His smile blinded me to everything else but him. He was  all I could see. Nothing else.

He led me through an alley to an abandoned diner, and dragging me inside, he took me to a secret door. I must have been too dumbfounded, mind too foggy, still too drunk, as I don’t remember our way up to his room. I just remember standing there, in the almost emptiness of the dark room, filled only with a bed and a desk, a picture of us as teenagers sitting on top of it. I was feeling uneasy, but yet safe.

“I thought you were dead.” I told him, voice cracking and tears flooding my eyes. “I went to your memorial”

“I know… I know it must all be too confusing to you.” he said, holding my face in his large hands, thumbs wiping the tears that had dared to fall down my cheeks. “You will understand. Soon. I just can’t explain it right now.”

Resting his forehead on mine, he took a moment to breathe. Breathe in my scent, breathe in the quiet. His eyes were closed, but when he opened them they bore deep into mine, not giving me a single chance to look away. Not that I would, no. I was already trapped in his gravity field, pushing me down, trapping me deeper, harder  than I would imagine.

“Do you trust me, Yn?” he asked, voice nothing more than a whisper. I could not reply, I didn’t know why. “Do I scare you? With my scars. With how I returned?”

All I did was shake my head no. I wasn’t scared. I would never be scared of Jason Todd. My Robin, my whole world, my safety net ready to catch me whenever I fall. And how I had fallen, so many times. And I had fallen again.

“Good girl.” he said, leaning down once more to give me a kiss on the nose. “Good, good girl. I knew you would never forget about me, because I never forgot about you.”

I was fifteen when I met Jason. Sad and lonely, walking down the streets of Gotham like there was nothing better in the world for me to do. And at that time, I really didn’t.

It was getting darker, the sun lowering down on the horizon. The loud music blasting in my ears, probably some angst pop punk tunes I was into back then, and still secretly listen to till this day, distracting me from my surroundings, making me feel like the only one in the world, when a loud scream took me off my dreamland.

“Didn’t you hear a thing?” asked this tall and dark haired boy. Removing one of my earplugs, and without any words, my confused eyes asked him 'what'. “That guy over there,” he pointed behind his back to a shadow taking the corner onto the next street. “… he was trying to rob you.”

I remember turning back swiftly, causing a sting of pain on my neck, and finding my backpack slightly open. Checking it out, I found nothing was missing and thanked him for the warning.

“You go down here every day, right? I’ve noticed you walking past here for a while. Always around the same time.”

“I live just a few minutes down.” I told him, not noticing the little hint at an obsession in his tone.

“Can I walk you home?” he offered, cheeks slightly tainted red. “It’s a bit dangerous around here at this time.”

“Won’t it be dangerous for you too?” I questioned innocently. Oh, silly me.

“I can handle myself around here.”

From then on, he walked me home every night. He also walked me to school, and also spent every free time we had walking aimlessly around the neighbourhood, pretending our lives were great for those few couple hours we had together. 

He became my shield from the world. My best friend. My white knight. He took my mind away from my family and how shitty they were. With him I was happy for a few moments, until he dropped me two houses from mine, so no one would see us, so my dad wouldn’t get mad, and I had to return to the rash, sad reality that was my daily life.

One morning, Jason came to pick me up, but instead of finding me at our regular spot, he found me at my door, wearing the same clothes as the day before, laying my head on my backpack, trying to shield the cold away with a single denim jacket and failing miserably as my body shivered intensely. On my lip, a deep cut, and a soft purple mark decorated my left eye.

“Y/n?” He shook my body, waking me up tenderly. “What did he do?”

His voice was the complete opposite of his touch, though,  covered in anger. He knew who had done that, he didn’t know why, but knew it wasn’t enough reason. There was never enough reason. He knew the culprit and he’d make him regret it. As much as I tried to, I couldn’t stop him, a pattern I would later find out would repeat itself countless times. He was too strong for me to push him away.

He aggressively knocked on my door, pushed my mom out of the way once she opened it, and searched the house for my father, the one person I hated the most in my life, and whom he hated just as much. He found him in his office, hitting the door closed behind him. Me and my mother didn’t know what to do. We just stood and waited, as we heard screams and the sound of things breaking inside the room. Her bruised hands holding firmly onto mine.

When the door reopened a few moments later, all I could see was Jason’s sore knuckles as he rushed out the house, pulling me by the wrist with. I didn’t know then, or perhaps I did, but that was the moment I fell in love with Jason Todd.

I wouldn’t see my dad till weeks later, when he returned home from the hospital. And that was also the last time I saw him, as he kicked me out for “hanging around with the wrong people”. My mom was devastated, but I didn't care. I was finally free.

A family friend took me in, and Jason continued to walk me home and everywhere else. He would visit me every night. We would often share my bed, as we quietly and secretly, made our love physical, real. As we made us into our reality. Up until he went away.

The first time Jason was taken from me had me broken into little pieces. I thought it would take long till I saw him again, but soon I received a letter from a police officer. 

In it, he told me he was put into a new school as part of this new troubled kids program.  For several months, I read him raving about his new school, the new opportunities, and how he finally had a chance at a brighter future.

I was happy for him, truly. But I couldn’t help the small knot forming in my throat from both jealousy and from just how much I missed him.

Until one day, he knocked on my door, ready to take me to school as we did before, just this time not on foot.

Getting used to Jason as a multi millionaire’s ward wasn’t easy, and I could sense him drifting away with each passing day. He wasn’t the same Jason I knew, even though he hadn’t changed even a bit with me. He just had a new life. A double one I came to know of one night when he climbed up my window.

His visits became regular, and as much as I felt Jason slipping away, Robin was still mine.

And then he was taken from me again. That time, for good. And I was never the same.

All those years, Gotham’s gravity field kept pulling me further and further down, as much as I tried to escape it. Jason’s words echoed in my head, but I knew I couldn’t be strong enough to break away. So I stayed in this city, working low paying jobs, getting around with the wrong kind of people. Trying to make my way through this tumultuous situation that never seemed to get better.

But now, laying naked in Jason’s room, covered only by the thin cotton sheets of his bed, feeling sore and exhausted, feeling cared for and complete, a whole new sense of belonging, of excitement and hope filled me to the brim. I felt unstoppable beside him, like everything would finally settle into place, allowing me to quit this gravity field for good.

Gotham’s gravity is strong, but Jason’s is a lot stronger. And I would learn it the hard way.

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taglist: @igotanidea

#trying things out with a smaller font #tell me if you like this or the normal one better #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd #arkham knight #arkham knight imagine #arkham knight x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd scenarios #jason todd fanfiction

[katshuya]

Rhaegar's wife, who had delicate health, gave him two children. One caused her to be bedridden for half a year and another that he impregnated her with during her recovery or, immediately after and almost killed her, deserved that crown.

Yes she deserved it more than Lyanna Stark who braverly defended her father's bannerman yet impulsively and naively when there was a well known mad king watching and entered as a mystery knight that grabbed everyone's curiosity for being unknown.

Elia Martell, who endured Rhaegar, his prophecy, racist people, and their opinion about how unworthy she was for him AND his racist, mad cruel father desrved respect as well as that crown.

Yet she was gifted with humiliation one after another after all that she sacrificed.

This will trigger many. But that crown was Elia's right after all the hell this strong woman had been through. Not Lyanna's. Yet, in the narrative, it is all about Lyanna and the winter rose.

Rhaegar only endangered Lyanna, and even if Aerys and Lyanna's family and betrothed weren't there, it was still Elia's right.

Honoring Lyanna could have been done more respectfully and wiser, yet it was extremely dumb and cruel.

Yet the audacity to put Elia in such a humiliating situation

She deserves more respect and attention from GRRM, which I doubt he will grant her any true respect.

Elia was killed for the sake of the narrative. So the promised one can happen. She was used and then killed in an unnecessary way for it.

What even happened to Elia's body along with her children's? Definitely weren't sent to Dorne. While we know Rhaegar's was burnt and Lyanna's in winterfell.

If George wanted us to like the Rhaegar x lyanna thing, then he failed miserably. For sane people, of course.

This will always be where he failed the writing.

We hear of Lyanna's suffering in the books, and how she was killed to bring important child for the future of the realm and its safety yet we barely hear of Elia's, who gave and suffered much, much more.

I like the Starks, but this is where George crossed the line with his favoursim.

She is barely there in the narrative, yet her story and the things she had been through and everything associated with her upbringing make her more interesting character than Rhaegar or Lyanna to me and many people.

I believe George unintentionally made her more interesting to many of us when he wanted us to care for Rhaegar and Lyanna.

Edit: I'm talking about the crown, not the winter rose itself. Since some Rx L shippers entered the asks and were acting so unruly like usual.

#asoiaf #elia martell #anti rhaegar x lyanna #anti rhaegar #game of thrones #lyanna stark #elia deserves better #rhaegar targaryen #lyanna isn't faultless #a song of ice and fire

[tainbocuailnge]

i tend to hone in on the dark knight questline when it comes to translation differences in ffxiv because it has perhaps the largest difference between languages in the game, at least as far as I've seen, and it's also one of the cases where the german script (generally known for sticking pretty close to jp) also does its own thing. I actually went over the entirety of both en and de versions of it again the other day because I'd been meaning to translate it for comparison and one thing I noticed this time is that en actually has more lines, as in, optional lines when you talk to characters after they gave you the next quest objective that in german would just repeat the last line they said, in english would say something different. the journal entries changing depending on whether you have the job crystal equipped or not is also unique to the english version.

it's interesting because to me it shows that they really felt incredibly strongly about their take on dark knight and put a lot of serious effort into pulling it off. it's actually improved my opinion of english drk a little because clearly someone really believed in what they were writing here and used absolutely everything they had available to try and make it work. but even with that extra text to work with I still think the german version delivered their concept better and had a clearer vision of what they wanted to say with these quests. because the english team are just not as good at writing as they seem to think they are.

in my recent replay of stormblood in german there were so many scenes that made me think "you know what, maybe stormblood isn't as bad as I remembered it being", and then when I went to double check the english version of that scene it actually was as stupid as i remember it being. and often the thing that makes it stupid is like, lyse displaying confidence and competence in de but talking herself down in en, or yotsuyu pointing out the systematic failures that brought her where she is in de but indulging in personal sadistic tendencies in en. and making your antagonists dumber and more evil is one thing but the fact that they also made lyse sound so insecure and incompetent at so many points when she's the main character of the expansion, it's just so baffling to me. are we supposed to believe she can lead the resistance movement or not?

so knowing that de will generally be closer to jp than en is but does occasionally have major deviations of its own, and seeing all these stormblood scenes where one of the big glaring differences between en and de is that en keeps dumbing down and vilifying (female) characters that have more nuance and with it more thematic consistency in de, that leaves basically two options. either the japanese script had that nuance and the english translators were so full of misogyny that they decided to remove it, or the japanese script didn't have it either and it's the german translators that decided to not hate women actually. and while i don't know enough japanese to be sure, listening to the jp voicelines does give me reason to believe that the jp script is harsher to yotsuyu than de at various points, so it's probably a bit of both.

so, yknow, I can't make a sweeping statement of being against major script changes in localisation in general without being a hypocrite because the de script has at multiple times done its own thing in a way that i consider either an improvement or at least an interesting alternative of roughly equivalent quality. but that's also exactly what my problem with ffxiv localisation is, that when the en script has major deviations it's almost always some stupid shit like adding gendered slurs (they love calling a woman a bitch or a whore in english it gets really glaring when you start putting individual lines next to each other) and transphobia (matoya does not make fun of alphinaud looking like a girl in german) and removing instances of characters openly saying they care about something (thancred calling ryne his daughter in every language but english) and generally destroying all character voice, and when de changes things it's like, well written and makes sense even if it's different. so the en team looking down on the script theyre translating and changing it is hubristic overconfidence but when the de team does it they actually have the writing chops to back it up

#efksiv

[angel-of-the-moons]

Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Nudity, nothing sexual, Khonshu is a dweeb who doesn't understand how privacy works, more comics/show merging.

Taglist: @drinkingwithkhonshu

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Chapter 8:

River’s Flow

You stared up dumbly. No way. No fucking way.

No fucking way was that damn god Jezebel told you to pray to right in front of you. Right now.

And did he just call you dumb or something?

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” He sneered.

You blink up at him, as if he were perhaps some sort of mirage you could will away from your vision. When that didn’t work, you got to your feet, your knees like jelly. You could faintly feel the buzz of the alcohol still in your system, but the shock of almost falling to your death and hitting the snow kind of sobered you up as the chill set into your clothes while the strange being glared down at you with non-existent eyes.

“Have you suddenly lost the ability to speak?”

You shake your head, standing up and finally looking away from the… thing in front of you. You start to pace, a chilly hand pressed to your forehead.

“Okay, okay… because this is totally fine.” You begin to nervously ramble.

“Those guys at the bar slipped me something when I wasn’t paying attention, or I–I hit my head when I fainted? Yeah, no, that’s gotta be it. I’m just hallucinating all of this because of some sort of GHB or…”

You wiped at your face with your hand, walking a trail into the slushy snow as your pacing increased. “Fuck, it’s like LSD or something!” You mutter to yourself.

“ENOUGH!” His raspy voice bellowed, stomping his staff onto the rooftop.

“Shut up!” You snap.

Your nerves were already alight with panic, confusion, frustration, and now just plain anger, thanks to the way your whole life has gone topsy-turvy over the past several weeks; you had just been attacked and literally swept off your feet by some literal white knight... And now, you were possibly face-to-face with a literal god that snapped at you for being upset?

You were done with supernatural bullshit–visions, nightmares, and gods included!

It seemed he didn’t expect a retort from you–let alone for you to shout at him like that–judging by how he reeled his head back slightly, and stood ramrod straight.

His skull tilted slightly as he regarded you silently, before his voice washed over you again. “You think you can just–”

“I said shut it, bone-face!” You say, gritting your teeth and jabbing a finger at him as you stomp towards him, your shoes now soaked all the way through and the chilly throb in your toes serving to only add to the flames that begun to bloom through you.

“I don’t care who you are, or what you think I owe you--but I am sick of the crazy bullshit that I’ve had to endure since I decided to take Jezebel’s word and pray to that stupid statue of yours! I could live with those crazy dreams before, being mugged every so often–but this?! I’ve quite had enough of this crazy, B-Rated movie nonsense!”

You throw your hands up over your head and march over to the door that led back down into the warmth and safety of your apartment building. Your stiff and aching fingers punched in your entry code, silently praying that by the time you made it to your nice warm bed the world will magically make sense again.

You cast one glance over your shoulder before you depart for the comfort of your meager home.

Khonshu was gone, leaving only a melted void in the snow. You shake your head and continue down the dirty old stairs, your shoes squishing with each tired step.

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You shakily cram your keys into your lock, grumbling to yourself about perhaps spending the rest of your paid vacation time in a mental ward after tonight…

You shut your door and re-lock it, sighing as the night’s events begin to rise and ebb with every thought that flutters through your mind. You didn’t care if you had the dreams again, tonight; sleep sounded like paradise right now, no matter how restless it might seem in the morning.

You toss your jacket onto the rickety old thrift shop chair by the door and turn.

Only for the light across the room next to your bed to turn on with a soft click.

You blink your eyes hard, once more hoping to will away this situation as a possible mirage cooked up by your imagination as you gawked at the figure sitting on the edge of your bed, one leg crossed over the other, hands clasped in his lap.

“Did you really think you could dismiss me so easily?” Khonshu sighed, sounding offended.

“Oh, come on!” You groan, throwing your hands in the air. “What do I have to do to get rid of you? Jump off a building? Because if that's the case I can go back to the roof!”

“I merely wish to know how you could be so powerful as to invoke me directly,” He tipped his head towards the statue of himself and continued speaking. “And turn that statue into a conduit.”

“Yet, when I show obvious signs of providing protection in return, you shrug it off and discontinue prayer…”

“You haven't done–” You stop talking and squint as you think back. One event does stick out in your mind…

“The guy in the alley?! That was you?”

“Of course it was. Did you think it was you?” He sighed deeply, sounding disappointed as he stood.

Khonshu takes lumbering steps to lean into your space, looking down at you. “You invoked me. The first mortal to directly do so, either intentionally or not, in some time. You have power inside of you, mortal.”

You step back, frowning. “Okay, if you think you can turn me into some… Some cultist the answer is no. I swear, I should never have accepted that stupid statue from…”

Your eyes widen and you look up at him. “...Jezebel? She's one of your followers?”

“It appears the alcohol hasn't completely nullified your ability to think rationally.” Khonshu scoffed. “Of course she is. What, did you think she happened to have a statue of me for no reason? That she, as a business owner, would give away stock?”

Well... Yeah, actually, you did. She sold all sorts of weird occult shit to people who adopted it as their lifestyles and gimmicks for internet clicks.

But at the same time...

He was right. It wouldn't have made sense, from a business’s point of view to give away something they could profit from…

“Then why give it to me?” You ask.

“I do not know. I intend to ask her.” Khonshu huffed, looking off to the side. “She is not known to do such things, especially at the risk of her own safety.”

“Okay, so you're a god but don't…” You frown once more. “...Wait safety? You're saying she could get hurt?”

“Of course. She is a defector from Ammit's cult. The only one I have found thus far that is worthy of being spared. She was a victim just as much as those Ammit and Harrow murdered.” He replied stiffly, standing up straight.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, hissing between your teeth as you think. “Okay… what the fuck is Ammit's cult.”

“None of your concern as their god is dead.” He said, waving his hand. “My knight has taken care of it.”

“Your “Knight”?” You squint at him. “You mean that Hunter guy?”

“A god has more than one fist. I have Hunter's Moon and the Moon Knight. My Moon Knight is currently overseas. Hunter's Moon tends to stay here, in the city, running the Midnight Mission.”

“Which I'm guessing is some kind of church.”

“A temple.” He corrected with a jerk of his head.

“Same thing…” You sigh softly, scratching at the back of your head.

“Not technically.”

“What are you, a thesaurus?”

“I’m curious.” He replied curtly.

You grab another one of your cheap thrift shop chairs around in a fluid motion and sit across from him, leaning forward on your elbows. “Fine. Shoot.”

Khonshu matches your gesture. “How did you invoke me.”

“All I did was say the prayer that Jezebel gave me. That's literally all I know.” You shrug, not breaking…. did it count as eye contact when the other party didn't have eyes?

“That is all? Nothing else?” Khonshu asked you tersely.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I heard your voice. Thousands of years ago I never had to strain my abilities to hear a prayer from one of my followers. But since the Old Dynasties fell, there are less and less…” He makes another, strained sigh, looking off to the side. “I still have followers and I know their voices well. But say, a new voice tries to join the fray… I would have to tax myself to hear them clearly. But you.”

He points at you with a long, heavy finger. “You are an anomaly. I heard your voice even above my recognized followers. Even above my Fists, my Knights.”

“Look, I don't know why that is, man.” You say, standing up. “People have said I'm loud and obnoxious, so maybe it carried over into that prayer thing.” You turned and started walking to your meager bathroom.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

You give him a bored and irritated look from over your shoulder as you yank some pajamas out of your dresser. “I'm cold, I'm wet, I'm filthy. I'm taking a damn bath. You can stay or leave, I'm too tired to care.”

And before the ancient god could respond, you closed your bathroom door and locked it; frigid, icy fingers wrapping around the knobs to your shower faucet. The knocking and squeaking of the pipes comforted you, of all the crazy shit in your life that keeps changing… those old noises stay the same.

You strip off your dirty and wet clothes, setting your clean ones off to the side of the countertop, and carefully step beneath the wonderfully steamy spray of water, allowing the heat to soak into your body, warming your chilled bones.

You let out a sigh through your nostrils and closed your eyes, moving your hands across your head and down so your hands were clutched at your shoulders; head tipped back.

And again… you weren't sure when it all went black.

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You hummed as you dipped the cloth back in the hot water before bringing it back to your body and scrubbing. It was another hot day and you wanted to wash the sweat and grime from your body.

You had visited the temples today, so you didn't have to shave or pluck any hairs away tonight.

Once you'd scrubbed yourself enough, you leaned over on the limestone slab to the kitc containing the various bathing oils you used in your house.

Of course, you could have the servants help bathe you, but you very much preferred to do so yourself, taking your time and ensuring every bit of you was clean.

Your body was a temple, after all, no? It deserved to be taken care of, just as methodically as the temples in the city dedicated to the gods.

But even those had priests and scholars to tend to them, however…

You sigh as you rub the oils into your arms, moving up to your throat before moving back down again to massage it into your breasts, and once more you move downwards to your belly, thighs… you did not stop until your body smelt as radiant as a wading pool when the lotuses were in full bloom.

There was a knock at the door to the bathing room.

“Merit, dear. Dinner is almost ready.” Your mother's voice called out. You could hear your younger brother, muffled through the wood of the door as he pestered her about something.

“Yes, mother! I'm actually finished! I'll be out shortly.” You reply, moving to your fresh linens to slip them on. Since you were not going anywhere for the rest of the night, a plain loose gown was perfect to wear to dinner with your family.

You opened the door and your mother's bright smile greeted you, your little brother hanging off of her arm, speaking so quickly you could barely catch him.

He was still merely dressed in the linen cloth wrap that covered his nethers. Draped over his chest was a gold necklace that your father gifted him not two weeks prior during the celebration of Hathor, at the feast in the palace.

Your thoughts were snapped back to the present when your mother placed her hand at the small of your back, guiding you to the room where you would all be dining.

“Your father is thinking of proposing a marriage for you, soon.” She sighed with a sweet smile.

“Ugh, not this again…” You whine. You were a grown woman. Old enough to bear children, yes, but you weren't ready for the tasks needed from a Lady of The House.

“I know... but, love and light,” Your mother said, brushing your cheek with her knuckles as your brother started to hang off of you, instead. “Your father and I won't be here forever. Our tombs are nearly finished and we want you to be taken care of when we depart.”

“I know…” You mumble, clasping your fingers tight over your little brother’s hand.

He tugs you through the beaded curtain, grinning at you with a gap-toothed smile. “Come on, Merit! Sit next to me!”

Your mother follows shortly, immediately moving to kiss your father fondly on his lips.

You shrug away the possible marriage, stowing the thoughts for a later time.

Now wasn't the time for thinking of marriage, right now it was dinnertime and you were happy to spend it with your family.

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You were pulled from your memory sequence suddenly when your shower curtain was yanked open and the steam flooded out from behind the safety of the plastic sheet.

Of course, you screamed and went to cover yourself. This did not seem to phase the elder god in front of you, who sounded, frankly, bored.

“You have been in the bath for over an hour.” He said flatly.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” You squawk, blindly reaching out behind you to the alcove in the wall until your fingers wrapped around the bottle of your shampoo.

“You were–”

“I don't give a fuck–GET OUT!” You say, hurling the plastic bottle at the god in front of you.

It bounced off of his obnoxiously large beak with a comical “plunk!”, before falling to the floor.

He seemed taken aback by your outburst, and tilted his head at you as you hastily grab the shower curtain to re-obtain a semblance of decorum.

Khonshu on the other hand, did not understand your modesty. Back in ancient Egypt, it wasn't uncommon for many to walk only partially clothed.

He simply did not fathom as to why modern cultures put so much stock into body modesty. And besides, yours was attractive, at least to most standards nowadays.

Wait… why did he…

“Get out! Out out out!” You repeat, pointing towards the door. Funny. You didn't hear it open or close.

“How did you even get in here?!”

“Things such as doors or walls mean nothing to a god.” Khonshu scoffed, looking absolutely titan in your teeny bathroom as he rolled his shoulders stiffly.

“Okay good to know that locks mean jack shit now–GET OUT.” You snap, your voice once more becoming shrill.

“Ugh.” Khonshu scoffed once more before he turned, vanishing in a blur of mist before your very eyes.

Great.

Now, you assumed, you were going to be bunking with an ancient god who had no concept of personal space or privacy.

“Why can't I just have normal breakdowns like everyone else where I get put on meds and everything’s fine?” You ask yourself with a groan.

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Chapter 9: Link

#moon knight #khonshu moon knight #khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you

[doomed-era]

also. i was going to ask this before but i didnt know how to word it: any zelda tropes you like/dislike? stuff like fairies being guides for link or the concept of sages/Legendary Sword or how link and zelda are always depicted or reoccurring characters like impa or beedle or epona. though theres probably not. a lot of tropes considering most games are vastly different from each other. uhh yeah if youve got nothing . things that were done from a zelda game that you liked?

OOH. tbh I had to think about this a bit (my gripes are usually with the fandom and how they depict the tropes as a Strict Narrative Rule) but! I do have some

UH ONES I HATE. this is gonna be long no matter what so it's going under a cut

Number one has got to be making link into a super special boy for basically no reason!!! being from a special type of knights is. so irrelevant to everything else about alttp link that I think a lot of people legitimately forget this. it barely ever comes up and it's honestly not that important to the story except as an excuse for why link's the only one that can grab the pendants and pull the master sword, which. why not just have him be the one to do this because he's just really determined? Ocarina of Time...tried this, sort of? almost completely irrelevant AGAIN. in twilight princess and wind waker they are just some guy basically and this is the best direction they could have gone with his character. except they ruined it in botw and ss and I will neverrrr forgive them for this. botw link beats up grown men at five years old he's like superbaby instant knight and I HATE it. it's just stupid. I don't even care that it applies pressure to him as a character and seems to affect him; they could have just made it an in-universe lie and it would have had the exact same effect so genuinely screw that trope

number two is calling random soldiers knights stop fucking doing this. i dont care that its fictional fantasyland it annoys me

number three! the 3D games' great fairies! I hate almost all of them the oot/mm great fairies are freaks, botw ones are so pretty but they're creepy as hell, and twilight princess is just a naked lady and it's stupid I hate her. wind waker minish cap and alttp fairies are gongeous though

number four. everyone thinking link is cool and or hot. I hate this in universe and in the fandom. I don't care that the devs wanted to make him """"cool"""" he's 100% always a LOSER!!!!

number five I hate the hijacked by ganon trope in zelda games so much. STOP ffs please let ganon/ganondorf take the spotlight we all love him. or let another villain be the main baddie

ok now for ones I like :)

nunberone...SENTIENT MONSTERS SENTIENT MONSTERS BABEY SENTIENT MOSNTERS ILVOE SRENTIERHSDJKFHSFHAAAAA

GRRAAA ITS A SECRET TO EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOE THE MOBLIN!!! KING BULBLIN SAYING HE FOLLOWS THE STRONGEST SIDE!!! THE ENTIRE DARK WORLD ITS SO

two. npc companions...rips off my shirt to reveal another shirt that says I LOVE MIDNA AND TATL AND EZLO AND KING OF RED LIONS AND GHOSTIE ZELDA AND MEDLI AND MAKAR AND TETRA AND SIDON AND YUNOBO AND

number three...I love random gods and spirits that are just hanging out because. keaton malanya zephos satori light spirits what have you. theyre great I need more of that.

number four incredibly weird npcs. need i say more

number five soldiers being extremely incompetent and dumb or getting possessed. soldiers as enemies or easily corruptible people

number six that one character that doesn't like link. you know what i mean (revali. groose. mido. iirc ralph? maybe? I haven't played much of the oracle games)

number seven hyrule with a dark and bloody past. and not only that but a fairly simple presentation of it that's clearly hiding a more complex underbelly. its just neat to see simple, clear-cut writing tell you so much with so little. it's a big reason I love alttp; it's simple but there's so much grief in it

number eight uh. clawshot/hookshot :] good stuff

#asks #hehe!! #glider rambles

[nativeofsumeru]

Genshin Men and why they're your exes (Albedo, Arataki Itto, Cyno)

A/N: this is just something fun and flaws I see that could be dealbreakers for some people romantic wise. If anything is OOC please let me know your opinions(respectfully) as I'm more familiar with some characters than others. Any requests for other characters? (There are TLDRs at the end of each section)

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Albedo

How it began: You are a citizen of Mondstadt, the City of Freedom. Whether you're a member of the Knights of Favonius or a simple shop keeper, you encounter the Chief Alchemist Albedo while he's in town for a festival. You spot him walking around with Sucrose and spark up a conversation. The two of you bond over similar interests and discuss his research which you're impressed by. His artistic expression, intelligence, and overall nature capture your heart. You spend the festival together getting closer and that's how it begins. Why it ended: Albedo was always swamped with work, leaving for months to Dragonspine for work, and to protect you. It would make him feel guilty. Yes, he's smitten, but he's also cautious. He would send romantic love letters and pieces of artwork, however due to weather conditions and distance, they always come with large chunks of time between them. It is unlikely many if any of your letters would reach him. The distance and lack of communication get to you. "Is he even trying?" When he was in town it was for a fleeting moment, the two of you would barely have much time to spend together and most of his time was spent in town for work. The spark of honeymoon fairytale during the festival is long gone. Is there any feeling left between the two of you? You find yourself not feeling much around him as both of you basically have your own disconnected growth and lives over the lengthy time periods he's away. You're both headed on separate paths. He senses it, he's not dumb. It's an amicable breakup. The only thing that changes is that you just don't get love letters every few months. You're more heartbroken about what could've been. Maybe it would've been better in another life. (A)"We've just become different people." (Y/N)"Yea..." (A)"Perhaps we should just, go our separate ways?" (Y/N)"It's better for the both of us." (A)"That's it then. This is over." (Y/N)"Yup." (A)"I wish you the best (Y/N)." (Y/N)"Same to you."

TLDR: -relationship ends due to distance and life leading you both on different paths

Arataki Itto

How it began: You, an Inazuman citizen, minding your own business around Inazuma City. You catch Itto's eye first. Before you know it, he's trying to win you over in anyway possible. His personality just makes you fall hard, he's a lovable idiot. His fun and sometimes childish carefree adventures make for a relationship that is always kept interesting and you feel a need to want to protect him from discrimination. Even with him getting arrested all the time, it's all part of the adventure right? You're life is completely changed because of him and you welcome the change, it's almost as if everything has a new sense of liveliness to it again.

Why it ended: Time passed. A good amount of time. As much fun as this lifestyle was, you finally wanted to start adulting. Eventually, his constant incarcerations, lack of an actual job and mora, and his seeming lack of maturity and seriousness, begin to get to you in a negative way. You would ty to bring up things like buying a home, getting a real job, maybe even marriage, and almost every time it would seem as if Itto would just shrug it off. You try to have a serious discussion with him about the rest of your lives together, but he sees no problem with his current lifestyle. He feels content in it and would even be hurt that you're trying to change who he is. The two of you start to have more arguments and the luster that made the relationship appealing in the first place becomes the reason why it becomes more unappealing. The relationships ends with an explosive argument. (Y/N)"That's it Itto! I'm done!" (I)"Fine, go on then see if I care!...Wait (Y-Y/N)? A-Are you being serious?" (Y/N)"Does it look like I'm joking?!" (I)"I-I..." (Y/N)"This is your problem Itto, you never learn to take anything seriously. Goodbye." (I)"(Y/N)?...."

TLDR: -relationship ends due to Itto's immature carefree nature which ends up leading to an explosive argument

Cyno

How it began: You're a Sumerian citizen, probably of desert descent. You're friends with Tighnari. Cyno saved your life and his guard was softened a bit after learning about your connection to Tighnari. It takes a long while for this relationship to actually kick off, but eventually, via multiple encounters through your friendships with other characters, he finds himself more drawn to you and with a push from Tighnari, he finally asks you on a formal date. He's quite the gentleman, very romantic, and much to your surprise quite the passionate lover in private.

How it ended: His job proves to be an obstacle, the possible danger you could face for being connected to him and the potential danger he could be in worries both of you, so the relationship is private for a while. As amazing as the relationship is, it slowly becomes evident that his principles are very solid and a priority above all. It's likely you get involved in his work, even when he tries to put distance between it and you. When you literally become an obstacle between him and enacting justice, he gets an internal conflict. There are arguments about it, instigated by you trying to make him see what's wrong with this system. But eventually it all comes to a head. (Y/N)"Are you're principles really the only thing you value above all else?" (C)"..." (Y/N)"Cyno?" (C)"(Y/N). Please don't make me do this." (Y/N)"Wow. So it's going to be like that." (C)"You knew it would be this way long before you started."

TLDR: -relationships ends due to Cyno's principles being the first priority in his life

#albedo x reader #albedo x reader angst #albedo angst #arataki itto #itto #albedo #genshin albedo #genshin itto #itto x reader #itto x reader angst #cyno #cyno x reader #cyno x reader angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin impact

[gimme-noodles-please]

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If you still take requests from For All Time, could I ask for a modern world Cael kiss?

Thank you. Drink water and take care.

idk what to put for title

cael x gn! reader

wc: 800+

content: reader is MC in the game

✨lars route spoiler warning!✨

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Cael trudged through the snow on his horse with a few rebels keeping a respectable distance away from him. Thankfully today the snowfall was rather light, however as we all know, it would not be in a few days time. The Silver Knight waves a hand at his lackeys, signaling them to stand down as a familiar looking mage on a horse approaches them. The mage got off her horse, stopping in front of him while he too did, carrying a drowsy looking young girl. “As you have requested, Silver Knight.” The mage nods, pushing the girl towards the silver haired man, not caring if she was being too rough. “Please give us some privacy.” Was all he said, clutching onto the shorter girl’s arm. The rebels nodded and returned back to their respective routes.

At last, Cael was finally alone with you. “W-what is the meaning of all these?” You hear yourself say, your voice sounding a little croaky for being unconscious for so long. He cracked a slight smile, as if trying to reassure you. This will be the last time he will try. After all, time and time again he has attempted to bring you back to your original world, only to end up having time looping again. Was this the work of destiny? But he made a promise; he will keep you safe, let you grow up as a normal girl amongst others, away from all the mess he is involved in; it is his duty after all. Just one last try, was what he told himself. He had researched ways to counter this and foolishly stumbled across some fairytales you had read when you were much younger, always involving the story being resolved by a simple true love’s kiss. Maybe it could be the key to succeeding this time? It does not hurt to try.

He flashed a warm gaze at you, almost parental, one that you know too well from years of growing up under his care. “Y/n, listen to me. Once you get back, forget about everything that has happened here. It is for your own good.” Of course you weren’t dumb, his sweet sounding words did not convince you as you struggled in his hold. “No! Cael, I have to help them. I can’t just let innocent people die!” His hand tightened around your wrist in warning to shut up, making you wince in pain. You have never once seen him like this, a complete contrast to the gentle guardian you’ve always known. It scared you a little but you knew he would never harm you. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled under his breath, barely heard. The next action he did was so fast you had barely any time to react as he pulled you into a kiss. Hurriedly pressing his lips against yours while keeping an arm around you to pull you closer to him, as well as to keep you from running away.

Before you could recover from your surprise, he has managed to teleport you back to your own world…

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You slowly opened your eyes, finding yourself facing the all too familiar ceiling. What happened? Why does your head hurt so much? All you could remember was the competition and subsequently passing out after running onto the stage… then what happens next? A light knock resounds from the door before it is gently pushed open, a soft creak echoing throughout the quiet room. “I made you some tea. Maybe it could make you feel a little better.” Cael gently said as he sets down the cup onto your nightstand as he sits down next to your bed. You push yourself up to sit upright, biting your bottom lip. Something was wrong, but what? You can’t help but feel something bugging at you, like you are forgetting something very important. Cael seems to have noticed your worried expression and takes your hands in his. “Y/n, are you feeling alright?” You kept your eye line down, not daring to make any contact with him. Why? Why are you suddenly feeling so uncomfortable with him? These strange feelings that were surfacing were confusing you. “Look at me, darling.” His, surprisingly, cold hand cupped your cheek to direct your gaze towards him. “I am here. I will always be here for you when you need me, okay?” All you could do was nod, still unable to rid that horrible feeling inside of you.

“May I?” He asked, his voice becoming softer than before as his thumb carefully brushed against your bottom lip. You slowly nodded and that was all the consent he needed before his lips connected with yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, slow and loving, just like the Cael you had always known.

Cael had no idea why he took the initiative to do this, perhaps it is his way of making it up to you even though you can’t remember it, he was far too rough for his first kiss with you.

But alas, the world around Cael warps again, making him groan inwardly. His plan has failed once again

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a/n: i honestly dk what to write for this so JDKSJW

#lovebrush chronicles #for all time #lovebrush chronicles x reader #༊*·˚works #lovebrush chronicles fluff #for all time x reader #emerald #cael #cael x reader #idk

[chxna-cheeseycake]

Hi I once again forgot my Tumblr existed how silly of me 😙 Anyways, I was briefly out of my Aphmau phase but as with most fandoms, the Aphmau phase truly never leaves you. So I'm back in this bitch again and feel like talking about Dante more because he's the only Aphmau character I care about anymore <3 Jk but also Dante is my everything so whateves.

Anyways so like I think about Dante and Gene's brother relationship a normal amount (wrong) and it just like??? Bothers me that we didn't get a more complicated relationship between them in Mystreet like we did in MCD. And maybe I'm just a slut for angst but I loved the brotherly angst between them. Also Gene's a big bitch and I firmly don't believe he should've gotten a redemption arc in Mystreet. Or at the very least it should've been done better cuz how are these people just okay with Gene so quickly after all that shit he did in highschool :/ Keep in mind I haven't finished watching Phoenix Drop High yet cuz I'm a lazy hoe but I still have a good idea about the stuff he's done to people as a Shadow Knight. Honestly, Zane and Aaron have a right to not like him and watching S3 of Mystreet I didn't really appreciate how they made Zane and Aaron out to be kinda bad just cuz they didn't want to besties with Gene like Aphmau. I don't know if that's actually what they were trying to go for but it just gave they kinda vibe off to me and I don't like it oof. This is like one of the few times I think I can see myself defending Aaron's ass cuz like shit I wouldn't forgive Gene that quick either regardless of how genuine his apology is. Cuz I know from personal experience that it's hard to just forgive someone after the shit they put you through :/

And also like, I think it's really stupid how Dante just doesn't know about the stuff that Gene did back in highschool. And I blame that on the fact that Mystreet as a series has a bad habit of dumbing down the MCD characters for no good reason. Garroth is a supreme example of this with his MS and MCD counterparts being almost unrecognizable from one another. It just really boggles me how Dante could just not have an inkling of what's going on especially when his own friends were being targeted by Gene and his wannabe mean girl posse. It's a fucking stupid writing decision in my opinion and only further proves how dirty they did Dante's character in Mystreet. God I might be taking this a little too seriously but as a Dante lover I can't help myself. I will be a hardcore Dante defender even in death broskis.

Now honestly here's what I personally would have done to really reflect the complex and strained brother relationship that Gene and Dante have in MCD into Mystreet. Gene is still a big bitch in highschool to everyone but Dante actually knows about this. He's not dumb to the fact that his older brother is pretty much part of a gang. And that's because Gene doesn't treat Dante the good at all either. Yet Gene would have the audacity to say and act like he's such a great big brother in front of other people cuz he's a dickhole like that. But Dante keeps claiming that Gene's a good brother and says he looks up to Gene anyways. Why would he even do that though? Because Dante could either just be saying that to stay on Gene's good side or he just genuinely thinks that Gene isn't hurting him at the very least because Gene is his big bro and big bros would never do anything to hurt their little bros, right? I mean just imagine for years that Dante knows Gene isn't a good person but is led to believe that at least Gene wouldn't be mean to him. Imagine Gene graduates from highschool and moves out of the house and Dante still is able to think highly of Gene. Imagine one day, Dante actually has a crisis regarding Gene caused unintentionally by his friends who thought that Dante didn't know about what Gene was doing as a Shadow Knight. They realize that's not the true issue at hand here and feel awful once they come to the truth faster than Dante himself. Imagine Dante having a hard time being convinced that Gene was treating him horribly because Dante doesn't want to believe that such a thing happened to him because then that would just be too much for him to process and accept. And then imagine the brothers seeing each other in S2 after not talking for years as at that point Dante understood that what Gene did to him wasn't right.

That's the type of conflict that I think Mystreet would've benefited from. And it would bring so much more depth to Dante and Gene because again, they were done dirty in Mystreet and I will always die mad about how their interesting and complicated dynamic was stolen from them in Mystreet. I have like so many other ideas like this not just for Dante and Gene but for the entirety of Mystreet as a whole. I literally have a whole Google Doc detailing so much shit I would rewrite to make Mystreet a better series which goes to show how stupidly passionate I am about this damn Minecraft roleplay from my childhood 💀 Anyways, that stuff in my Google Doc can be for another time cuz I don't feel like typing anything else right now lol.

#mcd #minecraft diaries #mystreet #aphmau #aphverse #mcd dante #mcd gene #mystreet dante #mystreet gene #love how the first thing i do when resurrecting this blog is to immediately post about dante #that says a lot about me as a person methinks

[madnessreruns]

Can I request arkhamverse Harley x fem!reader being very caring and taking care of the reader?

I Hope your Relaxed

Arkhamverse! Harley Quinn x Fem! Reader

Note: this is implied to be set after the events of Arkham knight, although there are no spoilers or mentions.

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“Mgghhh,” you groaned, rubbing your temples in a failed attempt to ease your raging headache that seemed like it would never stop. You couldn’t do anything about it unfortunately, you were out of ibuprofen and you were to busy with work to run to the store and you didn’t wanna bother Harley.

Speaking of Harley, you could hear her rummaging in the other room. Probably turning your kitchen into a wreck, it didn’t bother you cause you wouldn’t be the one cleaning up her mess, not matter how cute her begging is to do it for her.

You repeatedly click your pen, needing something to do with your hands before you lose interest with this problem entirely. You were planning out a new project and you needed to get all your ideas down soon before you forget and lose interest in it all together.

You turn your neck around, the soft popping followed by some pain and a little bit of relief for the searing pain in your upper back-lower neck. Whether it be just from getting older or from your absolute shit posture is between you and whatever god.

The bright light of your computer screen hurt your eyes compared to your dark surroundings, such a surprise you can even see your notepad in front of you. Your were just about to get back to writing again before-

“Heya Baby!”

You glanced back, you hadn’t even noticed the door swing open, but you can clearly see the silhouette of your girlfriend in the door, illuminated by the hallway lights behind her. You squinted, barely being able to make out the details of her. You don’t think you could even see her eyes, the only thing really clear was her multi colored hair, which was surprisingly bright considering it was partially dyed black.

“Hey Harley,” you tiredly replied, your voice almost a whisper, or a soft murmur. You weakly waved to her, your hand immediately falling back into your lap as you rested your head in your arms, laying your head down in your table.

Small bits of light seeped in from the cracks between your head and your arms as she turned on the lights. She approached you, gently resting her hand on the upper part of your back, softly rubbing.

“I think you should come and join me for dinner,” she talked quietly, or as quietly as Harley could get. “You’ve been working all day and I think it’d be good for you! Just some time to relax!”

“Harley thank you but I have to get this done,” you groaned, doing a shoo shoo hand motion trying to get her to leave you alone. She huffed, you knew right now she was making a little frowny face and was crossing her arms with her cheeks puffed out l, like a toddler who didn’t get their dessert before dinner.

You heard her shuffle around you, before tapping was heard from your keyboard in front of you, before the peeks of your computer light from your arm-cave went away suddenly. You peeked out, your computer was at the Home Screen with your login screen brightly on display. You groaned and sat back up, typing your password in, but before you could finish Harley smacked your hand away.

“Harleyyyyy, c’mon,” you groaned, glancing back at her. She was in those dumb pajamas you got her a few months back for Christmas, which was originally supposed to be a joke, but she loved them. Either because he thought the little yellow ducks on it were adorable or because it was her first gift she ever got from you.

“Uh uhh!!” She wagged her finger in your face as she turned your swivel chair around, almost spinning you all the way around as she made sure that you were facing her.

“Harley, I have to work right now, sorry baby,” you softly apologized as you tried to spin yourself back around. You didn’t hear her move as you scooted forward to turn your computer back on. You typed in your password, hitting the enter key, but before you could continue typing.

“HEY?????”

“WHOOO HEHEHEHE!!” Harley shrieked as she grabbed the back of your chair and started running and rolling you out of the room.

“Harley! Let me go!!” You yelled, smacking her hand, as you looked back at her. She had the widest smile as she let out quiet giggles and hoped around with you.

She started to spin around, whipping your around the room. You grabbed onto the arm thingys as you braved yourself for either the inevitable crash, or Harley tripping over you and hurting herself. Either way it wouldn’t be safe, but when Harley was around, nothing will ever be truly safe when she’s in charge.

She began to go faster, bound to get dizzy and tired but she doesn’t care. She just wants to have her fun while putting all of you in danger. Your poor pets, you could hear Bud, Lou and Bruce going mad watching this, loud barking a those weird laughs the hyenas let out.

She started to slow, you could hear her heavy breathing with how out of breath the poor girl was. She tried to best to keep going, but her arms must’ve gotten tired as your chair slowed. When your chair completely stopped you peaked back at Harley. She had collapsed in the floor, acting like she was dying. Her hand dramatically on her forehead and another one dramatically on her chest.

“Ohh my love~” she cooed, opening her eyes at you as she ushered you over with hand. You chuckled, rolling your eyes, but sitting up. You walked over to her, crouching down next to her.

“You good Harls?” You asked, caressing the side of her face. Brushing a lock of her blonde bangs out of her face so you could clearly see her eyes. She cheekily smiled at you,

“Oh my love! I appeared to be injured…” she dramatically slurred as your giggled. “To thy only thing that could heal me! A kiss your my beloved…” she smiled as she said that.

You scoffed, letting out a chuckle and sneaky laugh as she pursed her lips- awaiting her medication for her injury. You rolled your eyes, leaning down to deeply kiss your girlfriend. She giggled, pulling you down farther. When she pulled away she gently caressed your cheek, and adoring smile on her face.

She quickly jumped back up, right back onto her feet as she bounced around, pigtails bobbing as she skipped to the other room. You sat up, letting out a small sigh.

You slowly got up, petting the head of one of the hyenas who came up to you, scratching his head as he rubbed up against you. He led you to the next room, trotting up to his mother in the couch, flopping right up against her. She was laying under a blanket, all her babies curled up behind her, a spot in front of her in the couch was calling out to you. Apparently she knew that, cause she waved you over, opening up the blanket she was under as as she patted the spot in front of her.

“Come onn, I got us a new movie! It’s that one you wanted to see about the alien dinosaurs!” She exclaimed, as you cuddled up against her.

“Was that me that wanted to watch ur? Or was that you hm?” You glanced up to her behind you, easing an eyebrow.

She just giggled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. She pressed a few buttons on the remote before the movie turned on. An intro to loud for you liking cause you to turn your body, hiding your face into her neck.

Gently, Harley rubbed your back. Paying attention to the movie at the same time as you. But you were just paying attention to her, the way her lips slightly parted as she payed attention, how her eyes would light up as she burst into giggles, or when she’d slightly jumped back when something intense would happen, scaring the hyenas.

Eventually, before you knew it (cause you weren’t watching) the credits began to roll and the glanced back at you. She smiled, running her fingers through your hair, peppering kisses to your forehead.

“I hope your more relaxed now mkay? Don’t overwork yourself like that again baby..”

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#cas.txt #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #arkham games #arkhamvese #arkhamverse x reader #batman arkham games #harley quinn x you #harley quinn x reader #harleen quinzel x reader

[helicrazy]

💬

Send a ‘💬’ to catch a glimpse of a memory my muse has.

"I have to tell you something."

Vortex continues playing with a colorful cube he grabbed from First Aid's desk in his workplace. He's sitting across from him with his legs propped up and crossed in the corner of the table, distracted by this puzzle game he can never figure out.

"Vortex." First Aid sighs as he places the datapad he's holding down. He almost reaches out to grab the cube from Vortex until he speaks up.

"You know if you need to say something it's better if you just rip the plating off and get it out." The copter replies while he still fidgets with the cube, although when he doesn't hear the medic speak up he finally takes his sight off the puzzle to peer over to them. His helm tilts to the side as he watches First Aid stare a hole into his desk. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Wha-" The red mech stumbles his words before looking at the copter. "No! It's-" He sighs rubbing his helm with a servo and peering away for a moment before returning his attention. "I'm joining the Lost Light before it leaves Cybertron... again."

The Combaticon throws his helm back laughing and stops when noticing First Aid's expression hasn't changed. "You can't be serious." He responds, disappointed as he moves his legs off the table to turn and face the medic. "Why? To chase that dumb rumor of finding Knights?" Vortex questions while placing the cube on the desk.

"It's more than that." As First Aid speaks he reaches out to take the puzzle from Vortex and places it back on the display it normally stays on. "They need more medics, Ratchet is there and-"

"What about me?"

Silence fills the room as the two stare at each other. One with a determined look while the other felt like they were gambling their choices on what to say.

"You could join." The red and white mech finally speaks up, knowing well enough it's not the answer Vortex is looking for. "The others can too."

"On a ship, full of Autobots?" He vents out with a huff. "Yeah, I'll pass. I know that Magnus mech is there and he'd arrest all of us simply for existing, and don't even get me started on Megatron." The teal copter places his servos on the desk as he gets up, but his arm is grabbed before he can turn away.

"Hey, wait..."

"Aid there's nothing you can say or do that'll change my mind." Vortex declares while grabbing the medic's servo to remove it. "I refuse to participate in that pointless pursuit while in a ship where I'll have to watch over my shoulder the entire time."

"Vortex I-"

The Combaticon places a claw against First Aid's lip. "Don't. You made your decision." He pulls his servo away and turns to make his way to the exit. The door slides open and he's unable to look back as he knows he'd be met with that look of distress on their face. "I'll be here when... if you come back." Vortex steps through the door while stating his last bit. Unfortunately for the medic, it's not those three little words everyone likes to hear.

"Take care of yourself First Aid."

#red-in-revolt #asks #Set after that whole Dark Cybertron mess #And before the Lost Light leaves with Megs as co-captain #Boy I love idw timelines

[norondor]

I'm not sure it's possible to get a bingo with this card but pick any or all of Nearl/Siege/Horn and give me your Opinions

it IS possible to get a bingo! but you may not like me after this.

NEARL

Nearl is such a fucking chad. the first real events i got to do anything with when i started last year were the maria nearl rerun/pinus sylvestris/near light trilogy and holy shit. after being only mildly plussed by her in the intro chapters, nearl became a favorite almost immediately. I don't usually love super chivalrous knight type characters, they're fine, i have no particular bias towards them, but marge is a really well realized modern version of this trope that lands super well with all we see of kazimierz and its hellish culture. obviously as a huge lesbian i was immediately enchanted by her behavior in her event, the dance with liz melted my heart, the homoerotic light and darkness sword duel with viviana made me go insane, she's SO COOL dealing with the blood knight... i wasn't that into the kazimierz plot to start with but nearl (and flametail!) made it my second-favorite subplot in the game all on her own. red circle above is because i cannot tell, due to my somewhat insular choice of fan circles, whether the general fanon is that she's in a poly thing with the Followers or something stupider and more wrong than that; if that's the take, we have a bingo! If not, move that circle over to "everyone but me is wrong."

I know people don't like her staying in kazimierz, but if i can drop a hot take -- and i can, it's my fucking blog and you've chosen to be here, sucker -- i actually like the vibe in near light that you cannot just stride in and crush societal ills and overthrow Capital just like that. helping people is still meaningful; doing the work of dismantling oppression is meaningless without making sure people survive to do it in the first place. her decision comes from a place of altruism and care for the people of her homeland, not from a misguided belief that she can work from within to change the cops or whatever the fuck. i get with that; it's a different character motivation than i'm used to and i'm really for it. moving the decimal place still matters to the people who will survive because you did, and that's what nearl and the doctor are doing the whole time in near light.

SIEGE

I'm sorry. idk her at all. I've never pulled her, only used her once, and i haven't started episode 10 yet (SORRY) -- i expect this rating to change when i DO know more about her but right now i'm just scared they'll do some lame shit True King Returns plotline with her and somehow make act 2 worse than it started out. she's hotter than all fuck though.

HORN

Second blonde woman bingo! Anyway you can unfollow me now if you wanna.

I'm sorry to be so hard on her but again; having completed episode 9 but not yet started 10+ i despise her. my dear friend @deneviere put it well yesterday; they tried to make her the sympathetic authority figure in ep9 but she is, objectively, here to do some bootboy shit, so what she really is is a massive centrist. no, horn, i DIDN'T consider that trying to preserve a culture under threat of ethnocide could damage unity in the imperial core, because i'm not a fucking imperialist. shut the fuck up, you dumb dog.

It's entirely possible a lot of her bad writing is a symptom of ep9 just being a complete shitshow overall; her interactions with Hamilton Von Racist are incredibly fucking pointless for what actually goes down in them, and the ending after 9-19 was so cartoonishly stupid i couldn't even be angry (this is a lie). she's still very hot and stupid overpowered as an operator, but i'm leaving Horn at level 1 forever because i already have Ashlock leveled, and also i hate her. this rating is also subject to change but, uh, we'll see.

#arknights #i warned you. i tried to warn you. #i'm sorry to be mean IM STARTING EP10 TODAY

[bisquicklite]

For the quick fluff snippets: Waking Up Together/Nightmares

Thank you for the ask and I'm sorry it took me a while to answer! :3 Have some cute, lightly edited Haurchefant Lives au! Yay!

Panic and confusion gripped him before he could properly come to awareness. The nightmare lingered and refused to loosen its grip on Haurchefant’s mind and heart.

A clear sky that rained death, aimed at his beloved, his heart and-

He had been too slow-

And his lover was run through with a spear of searing light-

And Haurchefant felt the pain as if his own-

And she died in his arms, with blood on her lips- 

And the light left her eyes, 

And in that moment he awoke, though the bone deep heartache refused to abate. It felt like a knife was stuck in his breast, running through his entire being with white hot pain.

“Qiggy, go fetch the chirurgeon,” Osha’s voice cut through the fog of sleep and nightmare, “Love, Haurch, please wake up. Are you in pain?”

He blinked at the question, and blinked again to try and make his eyesight unblur through the tears and pain. Her shape was unmistakable, the dark hair and furred ears and tail, and her eyes, so green they put emeralds to shame, that looked at him with such concern. She was at his bedside, fussing over something and talking quietly.

“What am I talking about, stupid question. Of course you are,” Osha muttered to herself before turning back to him. 

With a careful touch she was helping to hold his head up enough to press a drink to his lips. It was slick and bitterly herbal, and left his lips tingling. The particular taste of exceptionally potent healing potion, the kind used in only the most severe cases. Haurchefant knew it by smell, if nothing else. 

It was only after a long moment, when the potion and Osha's own healing magics had dulled the pain enough that he could think a degree more clearly that he took in his surroundings. Haurchefant himself was laid up in what looked like an infirmary. His torso was wrapped thickly in bandages, his shield arm cut short below the elbow and similarly wrapped.

Right. He had almost died, he thought, as blurred memories surfaced in his mind’s eye. How they had given chase to the Archbishop and the Heavens Ward knights and he had been fast enough. He hadn't fail. His shield may not have held but he hadn't failed.

The thought nearly made Haurchefant cry with relief.

But his lover was there, holding his face and pressing tender kisses to his brow. Osha was hale and whole and alive and warm and her eyes still sparkled with life. She smelt of battle- of ash and blood and the air after a storm. 

“You're unharmed?” His words accompanied by a choked sob of relief. He reached for her with his remaining hand, desperate to physically hold onto her as tight as he could- which was not very. Haurchefant found himself growing increasingly tired. The potion was catching up and making his already weary body grow heavy.

“I am, I'm okay,” Osha was quick to reassure, her smile was tight, almost sad. She looked raggedly tired, with shadows under her eyes and ash or dirt smeared on her skin. She had caught his hand and pressed it to her cheek.

“I had such a terrible dream,” Haurchefant, interrupted by a deep breath that threatened to turn into a yawn. With a sigh the potion unraveled the tension in his body had been holding since awaking from such a dreadful nightmare. For another moment he simply looked at her, his thoughts feeling sluggish and dumb, and when he spoke he sounded drunk, “I couldn't save you.”

“That was just a dream, love,” she assured, firmly, “We’re alright. You just get some rest, and let the nice healers tend to you, yeah?”

Haurchefant hummed his agreement, willing to submit to anything she asked of him. Even the care of the stern faced chirurgeon that entered the room, trailed by the spriggan Qiggy. A smile came easily to his lips when he allowed himself to relax back into bed. The ache was easier to bear, now that his greatest fear had been allayed.

#osha compliant ask #certified wolcefant content #haurchefant #bisquick writes

[selfawerew0lf]

Ok I was saying I would type out profiles for the children for Percival and Morgott so here it is. (Putting it under cut for those who don't care and or don't want to read.)

Godwyn- Named for his beloved dead brother he is the first born of Percival and Morgott born after their fight with Elden Beast. Born into the ashen wastes of Leyndell the shortest of the kids and a spitting image of his father he has a good personality much like the former Prince of Gold. He also loves kids and hopes to one day have a small army of his own. He goes on to succeed Percival and Morgott into becoming Elden Lord preserving their legacy for another generation.

Priscilla- The second born. She develops an affinity for all things magic related. She notices both moons and for most of her young life made sure that everyone was aware of this bit of knowledge. She does well at Raya Lucaria and later becomes a Carian Knight to Ranni. (Much to Morgott's dismay.) She is smart but extremely gullible. Frankly you wouldn't even know that she was as smart as she was.

Palo- The third born. He was born an absolute unit growing up to tower over every single one of his siblings. He doesn't like to talk and prefers to respond in grunts and monosyllabic words. There was a point where Percival and Morgott were convinced that there was a developmental problem because he was so quiet. Priscilla, however, knew that he could talk and eventually revealed Palo's secret being concerned with how he was being treated. After meeting his Uncle he becomes obsessed with him and becomes a Blood Knight at the Mohgwyn Dynasty. (Much to Morgott's dismay.)

Gwen and Mab- The oopsie twin babies of the group they are the youngest and only a little bit taller then their brother Godwyn. Mab has an axe to grind and no one knows why. The truth is she's desperately insecure because she has the fewest Omen features and on the initial inspection could pass as human with minimal issue. She is rude, violent, and almost gets banished from Leyndell for being such a hedonistic tyrant. Were it not for her sweet sister Gwen she would have been banished into The Lands Between forever. Gwen is the opposite of her sister. She is a sweet daddy's girl and becomes one of the devoted Erdtree Knights in Leyndell. She loves her twin even if she is slightly terrorized by her as well. She will later help rehab her twin into becoming an Erdtree Knight alongside her. She ends up getting pregnant accidentally by a wandering knight that she became enamored with in Leyndell and had a small relationship with. (Mab cracks up with this and about dies.) The twins will team up together and raise the baby.

And that's the current roster of kids for Percival and Morgott! Most of them inherit their mother's good (but dumb) nature and duty bound attitude from Morgott. (Along with the size and looks.) Don't tempt me with making a 6th frankly because Frankly Morgott can't handle another one. (Although by the time Gwen and Mab happen he's loosened up for the most part.) This is also The Golden Order Ending of Elden Ring with The Erdtree preserved.

Yee. C:

#morgott x tarnished #oc tarnish #elden ring fanfic #morglings #If you dont want to read about ship kids skip this post #there that's your warning #This is also separate form the upcoming fic im about to start posting though the events generally stay the same #i have a lot of endings and ideas about these two

[killyourrdarlingss]

razikain for the ask game!!

Send a ship and I'll tell you : razikain

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RUBS MY HANDS TOGETHER !!! LET'S GO !!!

What made you ship it?

I never shipped it at first because I played these games when I was like ... God idk maybe six years old? I literally have a core memory when I was a kid of playing defiance and just LOVING it.

But fast forward to when I'm 16, replaying the games and I'm like - WAIT JUST A SECOND.... The whole game is a romance ?? This game is a love story....

But basically the dynamics, the love, the tragedy!! They are by far one of my OTPS of all time, I always find myself coming back to them and going "wait this new ship I like is basically just a reskin of razikain...." Like how I've been with Tarhos/Vittorio lately LMAO !! But yeah they are PERFECT... Hit all the boxes for my kind of ship and I just adore them so, so much.

I will say though it was quite lonely on Tumblr for a while, I think one other person besides me shipped this, and a few others were very nasty about anyone who shipped them, and I ended up going quiet for a little bit until I met so many lovely friends -- you absolutely know who you all are !! ♥️

What are your favorite things about the ship?

My favorite thing is the devotion... The Lord/knight aspects of their relationship, how much Kain loved Raziel and tried so hard to save him while knowing he'd be hurting him the whole time.

Kain painstakingly running through every option he could, killing anyone and destroying anything who would get in Raziel or his way to a life together .... Sobs.....

Raziel being a bitch too, Raziel is so funny to me, he absolutely has no clue what's happening and he's ANGRY about it. His whole attitude towards everything and how gutsy he is ... Like when he almost stabs Kain, how much he talks back - and the two of them ALWAYS find their way out and find eachother again and MAN I just think about this game and wonder how we haven't had a remake yet ?? Like I know I'm off topic but GOD.

Basically, their dynamic, their dumb arguing, how much Kain loved Raziel... Honestly ALL of it. I love everything about them 🥰

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I'm not sure when it was, but once a couple of people tried to tell me this ship was incest which baffles me honestly because I think not only they need to get their eyes checked but also I need them to leave me alone forever and never talk to me.

Other unpopular opinion? Raziel still loves kain in some way, he truly does, it's complicated and would have taken time for them to be on equal footing to something close to love, but Raziel sacrificing himself at the end? I think that was love, I think he knew the only way to stay with Kain was through that, and now in the saddest way? They get to be together forever ... Ahh how romantic and tragic huh... ♥️

Also I think Kain only cared about Raziel out of all of his other lieutenants, there is nobody who can convince me he cared about any of the other ones 💀 just from letting them all turn to monsters ? And only saving Raziel ?? Yeah something 🏳️‍🌈 happened there - LOL

#legacy of kain #razikain #MY CITY BABEEY !! makes me want to change my url back to it tbh! #i had my url as razikain for years lol #but man i love them SO much!! fav. #tysm for this ask #GOTHIE FAQ #greatest love story of all time...♥️ #also my friends i care about you so much #long post

[esperanta-dragon]

💥🦋🦈 for the ask game?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

The whole Shadowlands and whole narrative built around Sylvanas to make her appear she was only a victim and did not want any of it. I don't believe she did not want it. Not only it made her look weak and dumb, but the amount of effort put into breaking and twisting the old established lore to achieve this... ooof. No. It does not work and will never work. To be honest I am still not sure what Blizzard tried to achieve. Why they went bonkers with her just to pull the breaks in the last moment. Why they couldn't make her a really good villain she deserved to be? Why she had to end up being just a pawn in all this? They wanted us to feel sorry for her? Did not happen because it does not work. Not even the book made me think that. The whole book was trying to avoid the Jailer and Shadowlands plot. Now we will never know how her original story after WotLK was supposed to go. I am just sad because she did not deserved it as incompetent writers used her badly and destroyed the whole lore to make it happen... what made it happen? I don't know and will never understand the reason behind this decision. Shadowlands will never belong to WoW lore, it will always stick out as some strange spin-off and I wish Blizzard made some change in the timeline with Bronze Dragonflight and erase it or claim that it was an alternative reality. We deserved better Shadowlands. And many characters deserved better resolution.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write? More of them.

Darion Mograine It took me 10 years to find out how to write him correctly. At first he was way too soft because I was a teenager who had this phase that all dark characters are misunderstood and they are all soft inside (yes even Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, etc... ugh). Then I wrote him way too tough, almost indifferent just to make him tough which is not true. He is not and it was shown in Legion and in We Ride Forth how much he cares about everybody even Bolvar.

Death knights are hard to write in general because you have to find the balance between their indifference to the living world but also show that they have a lot of issues, trauma, and regrets. So when I started writing RP with my friend, I couldn't be happier when she told me that Darion is incredibly complex and at first it doesn't make sense what he is doing and how does he react but when you figure out his core values, you get to understand him more and suddenly it makes sense.

Until this day, my friend who is writing Anduin still says from time to time that she can't exactly get into Darion's head because sometimes he does a lot of illogical stuff based on his moral compass and inner values. And I am not talking about how trauma and regrets and all the bad things are getting into his behavior.

And that makes me happy he is this kind of a weirdo.

Kel'Thuzad

Strange but KT is my favorite villain. When I started building my story with death knights many years ago, the Lich King was the one in the spotlight and doing decisions. Then I realized it doesn't make sense and he doesn't have the goddamn time and why should he care. So Kel'Thuzad would be the one doing all the stuff and planning before Light's Hope.

Then the book about sir Zeliek was in making. He wasn't there that much with the first version of the book. Which is absolutely pitty because I got to like him a lot. In the second version I am rewriting after years, taking out the stuff which was not working and using the potential on maximum, I can't wait to catch the drive and finish the book in a few weeks.

I just love writing highly calculating, insane characters. Which reminds me he is in one of my AU fanfics I am rewriting and I enjoyed absolutely every moment he was in. I should get back to it. He is crazy. I love working with him.

sir Zeliek

My child, hello. There are like 2-3 fanfics with sir Zeliek on the internet. 1 is goddamn good from @rabbitprint called Holding Circles. As an undead paladin, he has an incredible potential never fully used by Blizzard. So I adopted him, created his background from scratch, and connected his story with Warcraft III and WotLK so he ends up being crucial.

I've written the whole book about him in 2014. At that time it was not perfect but it helped me cope with toxic environment I was in. It was a first draft and over the years I've managed to analyze what should be deleted, what should be explored, changed and how to use the full potential of the book. My writing got better and I've managed to put a lot more details into it.

It was always my big dream to write the second version which will be finally good and translate it into English. I don't know if people will read it, if it will have at least one comment each chapter because... I tend to like characters nobody cares about.

But I hope somebody will like it and maybe people will in the end appreciate the story I've created around him. He was built from scratch. And I hope people will like him. Because he is in a grey moral zone and I've put a lot of effort into him. People realizing how big potential was missed would make me happy.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

You wouldn't believe but Arthas as the Lich King. It's super hard to write this kind of deity which should be stoic, and calm but creepy and intimidating at the same time. Unfortunately... when I try it, he always ends up being cringe.

Maybe it's just my feeling and maybe it got better. I would have to start rewriting the AU when the Lich King won the war in Northrend because he was there for a few moments.

Still, I am avoiding him when I can. It is funny when you write about death knights and you... can't avoid it 100%

#fanfic writer ask game #ask me espe #fanfics #WoW