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cheonstapes · 7 months

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jjk men star in... 'IF YOU SEEK AMY' ( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫

a/n ~ i was listening to if you seek amy on repeat yesterday and was like omg what if i wrote abt that! music is my biggest inspo and i thought jjk guys would go best w this song~

summary; the men of jujutsu kaisen with a pretty, little, popstar.

wc; 1.2k+

pairings; various jjk men x fem!popstar!reader

cw; suggestive, descriptions of sex, oral sex, obsessive behaviour, reader getting harassed, hating, toji beats someone up for you💗, dirty gojo, NANAMIN!!!!, jjk men being supportive, reader is basically beyonce reincarnated, nawt proofread - been writing this all day

gojo as - the boyfriend

even if gojo was a hotshot sorcerer, constantly on the move, he always found time to admire his pretty little pop star girlfriend. front row tickets to all of your concerts, being the first one to buy your albums despite the fact that you always give him a copy way before it drops - he even had a hand in designing your merch, who knew your boyfriend was such a creative. he even has a fan account for you, with almost half a million followers, posting never before seen pics of you, cute ones of course - ones he’s taken of you. you don’t know about it, you don’t need to. you especially don’t need to know about his other account, the one where he writes the filthiest stories about you. graphic descriptions about how well he would fuck you, how beautiful your body would look underneath him, the angelic moans you’d let out when he’d touch your gorgeous pussy. they’re all true, though, he is your boyfriend after all. people can write all the stories about you they want, but none of them truly know your body as well as gojo does.

nanami as - the manager

your manager, nanami, was pissed. pacing around his large office, growling down his phone at the poor lawyer on the other end - occasionally glancing at you as you sat quietly on the plush sofa, legs crossed as you scrolled through your phone. you weren’t happy though, scrolling through comments on your most recent posts. hate from insecure people who had nothing better to do with their lives was bearable - but now you had stalkers? these creepy ass guys who were constantly harassing you, threatening you, it was scary to say the least. you heard him slam the phone done onto the table, breathing slightly laboured in the midst of his anger. “i’ve dealt with those fuckers, they won’t bother you again sweetheart.” you smiled, it always calms him down whenever he sees your pretty smile. walking over to him, you hold his face in your hands, slowly leaning in to press a kiss on his soft lips, a hand running sensually down his broad chest over his dress shirt. “you always work so hard for me, babe. i think you deserve some lovin’ right now. just relax, ok?” having your man as your manager definitely comes with some perks, doesn’t it.

toji as - the bodyguard

you loved attending events, getting to dress up with a team triple the size that you usually have was always such an experience. this time, the met gala was tomorrow and you couldn’t have been more excited. it was your third year in a row and each year your looks get better and better. this year, though? not even mystic meg could’ve predicted how utterly shit getting ready this year could’ve been. your dress, specially made for you by iris van herpen, was in ruins. they clearly didn’t do background checks on the people they had in your crew because he definitely wouldn’t have made it through in that case. a cute little intern, constantly singing praises of you, to your face at least. but he was plotting - coincidentally being placed in charge of taking care of your dress, and coincidentally blaming the heat gun for looking a little too much like a steamer. you were livid, and toji, your bodyguard, hated seeing you upset. he swore a zero tolerance policy for anyone who fucks with his little pop star, and that intern found out the hard way. you knew toji had some…unorthodox ways of dealing with things - not even phased when he comes back to you with dried blood staining his knuckles. only offering you a sexy grin and his arm, walking you back to the car to go pick up your new dress - “can’t wait to see what else they made ya princess, yer gonna be the most stunnin’ girl there.”

geto as - the husband

geto made it very clear how much he hated going to these shows. he was only there for you, ignoring all the interviewers unless you were right there beside him, rejecting people left and right cause can they not see the goddess clinging onto his arm? but he did have to admit, he was a little excited this time around. a lot, actually, but if you knew that - he’d be at every award show from here on out. you’d been nominated for a grammy, artist of the year, and he was so, so proud of you. he held your hand tightly as they read out the nominees, thumb running along your knuckles. you always bite your lip when you were nervous, leg slightly jittery too, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t nervous too. the announcer pulled out the card, pausing for dramatic effect, before reading out - “and the grammy goes to…y/n! congratulations!” geto’s eyes widen as screams erupted from the crowd, standing up as he smiles brightly at you, kissing you deeply. your celebrity friends congratulating you as you walked passed, making sure to drag geto on stage with you as you made your speech. he knew you would win, obviously, that’s why he was so prepared. booking the most extravagant restaurant he could find, choosing a private room for the two of you to dine alone - and so no one disturbed you both when he was showing you just how proud of you he really was.

choso as - the fan

choso loved his job. working at the bar where celebs came to get absolutely wasted, he had so much shit to talk about after work. but what he didn’t expect was to see his favourite singer, you, actually walk in that night. it wasn’t a secret that choso was quite literally obsessed with you, always asking if anyone saw you at the bar when he wasn’t working, and if they did - get him an autograph or even a little shout out video. he would listen to your music on the way to work, scrolling through your instagram and taking screenshots of pics that could be potential new wallpapers. he thought you were the most beautiful thing on earth, even saving himself just in case he ever got a chance to be with you for even one night. wishes surely do come true, he couldn’t even find it in him to respond as he stared at your glossy lips, you were asking to buy a drink but he was only thinking about leaning over to bar and kissing you until you couldn’t breathe. “d-drink? oh, sorry, n-no problem!” he made a mental note of your drink, making sure it was the best you’ve ever had. he paused as you pulled out your card, stammering as he waved his hands frantically. “wait! it’s-it’s on the house. i’m a…i really like your music, it’s the least i can do.” you couldn’t help but giggle, he was cute, very cute. you didn’t point out that you can see your face on his home screen, only leaning across the bar to get closer. “you’re too sweet, but please, let me do something for you in return. it’s the least i can do.” he looks dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth before saying, “j-just an autograph and a picture would do, if that’s ok.”

he changed his wallpaper that same night, you on your knees slobbering over his virgin cock. he couldn’t wait to see you again, trailing a finger over the autograph you gave him, your number written right underneath. saving himself for you was so worth it.

-haha hehe haha ho

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kiwisbell · 4 months

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kiwi's fic recs -> volume two!

volume one

hi, lovelies!! i wanted to use this post to shoutout all of the amazing fics i read over the months of november/december - it's been a tough couple months and therefore i wasn't able to read nearly as much as i wanted to, but in any case, these writers deserve all of the admiration and respect for sharing their talents with us. FOR FREE. y'all are fucking incredible

as always, if i list a series i've read recently, i'll be linking the series masterlist for easy access, and most of these fics are 18+ (mdni). please check each fic for individual tags and warnings; not everything is for everyone. so let's go!!

JOEL MILLER

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls -> let me tell you right now: jess is gonna do it every single time -> agora hills babyyyy! -> reader unleashes a monster in joel fr fr

Checkmate by @mandoisapunk -> call more men hunks!!!! i'm a huge advocate for the word hunk!!

Juniper by @softlyspector -> "if you believe it... i will too" and i died!!! sated by @softlyspector -> this is another of my favourite series because it's simply fucking stunning -> as i once said, "every single thing about this fic is like injecting the nectar of the gods straight into my veins"

Fuck Me Like You Mean It by @joelmillers-whore -> the dirty talk in this one made me lose a tooth i swear to fuck -> sleazy!dbf!joel

Meet Me in the Back by @atticrissfinch -> one of my fave fucking series for the pure sleaziness, dirty talk, filth, humour, etc. etc. etc. it's perfection and i love it okay

i found the door by @tinycozycomfort -> copying my comments from my reblog because nothing does this fic justice -> i literally have no jokes left this is genuinely some of the most stirring and beautiful writing i have EVER seen

just a taste by @covetyou -> so cuck!joel nearly destroyed me

honeysuckle by @5oh5 -> tick inspection turned smutty please enjoy from Eden by @5oh5 -> liv is such a stunning, evocative writer and this series has been a remarkable feat; it feels like a warm hug i never want to leave and i haven't even finished it yet

what happens after by @hellishjoel -> such a fun and fresh idea for a story AND done so beautifully!!!

Can't Help Myself by @fettuccin-e -> i've said it before and i'll say it again: queen of corrupted!joel -> joel is down so bad oh my god yes pls

daddy next door by @cavillscurls -> perfection perfection perfection -> mya i'm in love with you (real) -> the depth, the dynamics, the tension, the soft!joel, i'm fucking emo Movement by @cavillscurls -> chapter three of mafia!joel AKA me constantly screaming at mya over how much these two mean to me and why they're perfect for each other and also why meg should be my wife (i can cook meg pls)

autumn air by @swiftispunk -> YSD IS BACK AND WE RIDE AT DAWN -> stellar writing and overall an absolute treat to devour and everything i loved so much about ysd coming back full force good to me by @swiftispunk -> perhaps, dare i say, the hottest smut i've ever seen from hannah's fingertips and maybe the cause for my early death??? snowflakes, a fireplace, and you by @swiftispunk -> perfection in 13k words; i showed up expecting brilliance, got brilliance, and then left crying as an extra lil treat

Evermore by @netherfeildren -> i don't think i'll ever not be blown away by vic's writing but my god, this is incredible -> daddy!joel fucks his way through thanksgiving

Tangled Triumphs by @planet-marz1 -> ridiculously sweet and soft and lovely to read overall, my heart feels whole again

pretty little wife by @beardedjoel -> one of my all-time FAVE joel series -> so sexy and sweet and joel pls let me be your housewife

You like that? by @chloeangelic -> stepcest returns with a vengeance and this time joel gets a dickin

so much wine by @tieronecrush -> sam i'm in your walls for the angst in this fic but jesus you write it so well i can't even be mad and i'm MAD about that -> a beautiful exploration of joel's grief and his living loved ones being forced to cope with the fallout; stunning stunning stunning secret santa by @tieronecrush -> sam i'm in your walls again except this time it's because i need to be locked up for my reactions during this fic -> dbf!joel gets randy during christmas holy fuck

distracted by @psychedelic-ink -> to quote my rb: woodshop teacher mr. miller do you need a dog?? i can bark

baby, it's cold outside by @thetriumphantpanda -> friends to lovers with jackson!joel AND delicious smut that made my eyes melt yup

you're a mean one, mr. miller by @cupofjoel -> this made my heart grow three sizes -> heartwarming, sad, and hopeful all at once, and stunningly written because it's bea, you already know!!

christmas after all by @mrsmando -> mimi gave joel what he deserved and that is happiness and love and healing -> mimi never misses. now repeat it after me!

frosting by @joelsgreys -> vee's daddy dom!joel has bewitched me heart, mind, and pussy -> the dirty talk made me keel over, leaning tower of pisa style

these boots were made for riding by @pedgito -> um boot riding??? the dirty talk?? how can i say no?? holy fuck

FRANKIE MORALES

just married by @ilovepedro -> HUSBAND!FRANKIE -> he stays superior

flying high by @amanitacowboy -> stoner!husband!frankie everybody -> sweet AND filthy AND nefarious devoted husband activities

thinking about.....sub!frankie and bondage (drabble) by @swiftispunk -> jesus fucking take the wheel -> sub!frankie is hannah's motherfucking wheelhouse

object of my affection by @mrsmando -> ding ding!! you hear that?? it's time to sing mimi's praises -> bbf!frankie -> mimi is a master at conveying a narrative in short periods of time and it's always stunning sweet treat: part one & part two by @mrsmando -> these fics altered my brain chemistry, no lie -> frankie being so sweet and so soft and the two of them navigating a relationship together made my heart explode -> also: plus size!reader!! fuck yes!

vis-à-vis by @hier--soir -> yeah it's horny jail for me -> neighbour!frankie doesn't need to keep it in his pants, he needs to keep it in mine

new year's day by @hellishjoel -> frankie's filthy mouth is so special to me

JAVI P

give in to temptation by @joelscurls -> jess's writing is buttery smooth and so enthralling i literally can't help but fall in love -> infidelity but it's hot when it's javi (you're right jess and you should say it)

this mind of mine by @northernbluess -> born from the prompt: "i need to be punished" except it's el punishing me by wielding this prompt like a sword and stabbing me repeatedly

when i'm feeling alone, you remind me of home by @joelsgreys -> vee made me cry with this one i can't lie to y'all -> this was so tender and sweet and soooo fucking perfectly javier, this was an absolute blast to read

EZRA

devour (the entire universe) by @frannyzooey -> you're just going to have to read my reblog for this one because i think my entire brain just lifted out the top of my skull and floated away

MARCUS MORENO

The Dinner by @frannyzooey -> this one was a reread bc kelli never leaves my brain -> daddy kink and marcus yes please and thank you very much -> read this AGES ago on ao3 and was never the same again frankly!

again, i didn't read nearly as much as i wanted to in these past few months, but i really hope there's a fic for you in this list! all of these writers deserve so much love for what they do, so please feel free to check them out.

xoxo kiwi

#kiwisbell's recs #fic recs #joel miller #javier peña #frankie morales #marcus moreno #ezra prospect

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storiesbyrhi · 1 month

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: To build a home. 2888 words.

1986

When the temperature dropped and a near-constant fog hung low over Hawkins, you were glad, being more of a winter witch than summer. You stood on the peak of a hillside and looked over the vast plains surrounding the town. The mist made everything look ghostly and romantic.

The land had been returned to the descendants of the original Native American peoples who once lived there, but with no immediate plans to reoccupy the space, your new coven had been granted permission to make home on the condition you would oversee its protection.

For the moment, you were alone on the hill. Eddie was hiding from solar rays in the trailer, listening to the radio and writing in a journal he had recently started.

There was a lot to do before your sisters arrived and you wanted it all done by then. You wanted everything to be perfect. The first dwelling of a new coven would set the tone for centuries to come. It was time to build.

The advantages of being magically blessed were many, but you’d always thought enchanted seeds had to be right up there in the top ten. You’d had seven seeds soaking in seven jars over the past seven days.

You’d lined them up and filled them to halfway with moon water. In went a seed each, apple slices, and petals. In Ash’s jar went dahlia petals, while Hailey’s had peonies. Purple mums for Meg. Foxglove for Ev. Mel’s had snapdragons and lucky last, Kelsey’s was filled with delphinium.

Now, you’d fished each seed out and planted it where their cabins, cottages, and homes were to be.

“I plant these seeds,

Where homes will grow,

By moonlight

And good intentions.

In this time,

And in this place,

A coven new

Offers protection.”

You laid on the grass in the shade of an old sycamore tree. Closing your eyes, you let yourself melt into the natural world. Bones became tree roots. Blood swapped for mud. Total harmony. Infinite peace.

The air grew cooler and the shade expanded outwards. Darkness enveloped you and your body slowed as if you were in your final resting place. That’s how he found you; not asleep but not awake.

Eddie surveyed your work. The seeds had already sprouted, grew, and bloomed. Magical in their speed. He picked one of the snapdragon flowers and squeezed the base, like you’d shown him. It opened the flower’s mouth, a tiny floral puppet. Eddie smiled to himself.

You felt their heartbeats before you saw Eddie. Sitting up, you watched the deer and her fawn meander in from the forest. She’d looked at you, poised in question. What is he? Is he safe? Given a witch’s blessing, she let her baby approach Eddie.

He too had heard their heartbeats. Eddie had remained where he was, mindful not to scare them. When the fawn appeared at his feet, he slowly opened his hand to the animal and let it eat the snapdragon from his palm.

“You would know if it was poison, right?” he asked in a quiet voice. The fawn looked up at him, long eyelashes and soft whiskers.

Eddie turned to find you standing close behind him. You were getting very good at sneaking up on him.

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Making friends?”

Eddie nodded.

“Feeding my flowers to them?”

There was an overwhelming feeling that the moment was beautifully preordained – and really, knowing fate, it probably was.

Eddie turned back to the flowers. “I thought you said they would grow into homes?”

“They will. They just need some time alone with the moon… Shall we?” You held your hand out to Eddie.

…

While you appreciated Walmart’s late night hours, their range of Halloween costumes was less than ideal. You stared at the row of wigs for a while before drifting away in search of decorations. October was a good time to find homewares you’d use all year round.

You were shaking a snow globe filled with little black bats when Eddie appeared in front of you, holding up a vampire costume. “It comes with plastic teeth,” he pointed out. “And a cape,”

You snorted. “Is that your pick? Because generic vampire would be very meta of you.”

He smiled but shook his head. “I don’t think this would put the humans at ease,”

“Probably not. So… something more friendly?”

“Yes. More… normal,” he said in a way that made ‘normal’ sound taboo. Eddie’s gaze wandered from you over to the back corner of the store. He handed you the vampire costume then walked away without further explanation.

You frowned, watching him go. Looking down at the costume in your hands, an idea sprung to mind. The red cape. You returned to the wigs.

A little later, Eddie was waiting for you when you came out of the fitting room with a white dress. You glanced at the jeans and long-sleeved blue polo top he was holding.

“I need a cat,” he told you seriously. “The children in the toy aisle are…”

“You’re afraid of them?”

“No. I’m afraid I’ll eat them. Come. Restrain me if you must,” he announced dramatically, loudly. The Walmart employee at the fitting room door gave you a concerned look as Eddie grabbed your hand and dragged you away.

Both your endeavours were successful; Eddie found the necessary prop in the plush toy bin, and you raided the craft section. With a few other odds and ends in the basket, you were ready to head home, arriving at Forest Hills just before midnight.

Eddie carried the shopping inside, leaving you to unpack and get started on your project while he brewed tea for you. He had been practicing with flavour combinations and brewing times, constantly requesting feedback since he himself could not drink the tea without immediately throwing it back up. The best he could do was let it linger on his tongue and capture the taste in the few seconds before his dead mouth killed it.

“You should sleep soon,” he insisted, albeit softly.

You took the mug of tea he held out and smiled at him. “I will. I just want to organise this stuff,”

“Why are you making it? Could you not cast some sort of illusion spell? Or magically will all the pieces into the shapes you want?”

“I could. But where’s the Halloween spirit in that?”

Eddie nodded and began to go through his costume pieces. “Could you possibly spare a spell for a pair of my boots? They need to be brown, I believe,”

“Didn’t want to just buy some brown boots?”

His frown was bordering on pout. “I’d never wear them again.”

You laughed. Eddie had been developing his own sense of style. If style was beat-up combat boots and a ratty denim jacket he probably stole from someone in the city. Consistently though, he wore a lot of black.

“I’ll work on it,” you agreed with a nod.

An hour later, when you kept pausing mid-sentence to yawn, Eddie whisked you off to bed, tucking you in and wishing you sweet dreams.

“You going to sleep too?” you asked, meaning ‘do you need the bat spell?’

“No, my love. I’m hungry,”

“Walmart kids wet your appetite?”

He chuckled, always amused when you made dark jokes. He kissed your forehead and watched you fall asleep, then left Hawkins in search of violence.

…

The next day, Eddie waited for the last of the light to leave the porch before he stirred. He’d spent hours curled up in one of the many nests you’d built for him around the trailer. The nest on the porch was as soft as his fur and perfectly positioned so he could sleep in the sun all day.

When night fell, cool and calm, he flew inside and found you in the bath. You said the words with your eyes closed, letting a human-shaped Eddie settle on the tiles.

“You’ve been gone for hours,”

“I was just outside. These may be the last fine days we see this year,”

“My baby sunshine bat,” you cooed with a smile, waking yourself up to look at him.

You had woken that morning to Eddie curled around you, satiated and happy. He asked to be battified, then disappeared outside. You’d spent the day working on your costume.

Eddie rested his chin on the edge of the bath, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body. “I miss you when I’m not near you,” he said suddenly.

“I thought you were just outside,”

“I was. Even then. Even sleeping. It’s too far.”

You held a hand up for him to take. Tangled fingers. A warm pulse against cold skin.

“Maybe we should stitch our bodies together,” you whispered.

Eddie’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “I could just bite down and never let you go,”

“I could cut you up into itty bitty pieces and consume you entirely,”

“You’re starting something you cannot finish,” Eddie warned, his eyes growing dark. He untangled one of your fingers and held it between his teeth.

“I’d let you eat me whole.”

Eddie dropped your hand abruptly, pulled you from the lukewarm bathwater, and had you wrapped around him like a koala before you even registered movement.

“I will reach my hand into my throat and tear down until I find what is left of my unbeating heart. I will serve it to you and you will feast and we will become one.” His voice was earnest and emphatic.

Teeth clenched, you smashed your forehead to his and pulled hard on his hair. Maybe you said what you needed him to do out loud, maybe he read your mind. Either way, you were facedown on a mattress within a second, Eddie’s teeth and tongue scraping and licking up the backs of your legs.

“I…” he started.

“Want…”

Words separated by kisses.

“To…”

By bites.

“Eat…”

Like a recited spell.

“All…”

Well timed magic.

“The…”

He was at your hips.

“Love…”

Pushing beneath you.

“Out of you.”

…

Little witch…

His voice was in your head.

In your dreams.

Then, real.

“Little witch, my love? You wanted to check on your flower houses before the night is through,” Eddie said. He was right. That had been the plan. But the sun had set, he’d taken you to bed, and you’d lost hours with him. When did you fall asleep?

Slowly, you crawled from bed and checked the time. Midnight had only just left you. Heavy, sluggish movements. Weighed down by an unscheduled nap. You flopped back onto the bed.

“Do you need help?” Eddie asked as he came to stand in front of you.

Pouting, you nodded.

You watched him collect fresh clothes, ruminating over what he wanted to see you in. Eddie pulled you by the ankles to the edge of the bed, hooking underwear on and sliding them up. Still foggy with sleep, you felt like you were still rolling through a dreamscape. Eddie worked slowly. Sensually. With tenderness. It almost brought you to tears.

With your shoes laced up, there was no reason left to delay. You twinkled your fingers at Eddie, asking to be lifted off the bed. He acquiesced, leading you out of the bedroom and through the trailer.

On the car ride to the new coven, with your Moody Midnight mix tape playing loud, you watched Eddie out of the corner of your eye. He wound down the window and glided his hand through the fall wind.

As the flowerbeds came into view, Eddie’s mouth dropped open and an expression of pure delight lit up his face. He was out of the car before you cut the engine.

The seedlings had gone. In their places, beautiful buildings set apart from each other with enough space to grow gardens and vegetable patches, yet close enough to wave through windows.

Kelsey’s cottage was the first on the street, a warm welcome with shutters the shade of delphinium blue. It seemed small, unassuming, but you knew as soon as she moved in, she would charm it so it grew bigger and bigger on the inside, never changing on the outside. Eventually, as the coven embraced new members, Kelsey would take on housemates, her little cabin becoming the heart of the sisterhood.

Across from the cottage were Ash and Hailey’s cute tiny homes, their dahlia and peonies growing strong out front already. Down the way sat Ev’s Victorian style house. It was grand and gothic, and undoubtedly filled with secret nooks and spaces that Ev would hide all sorts of weird things in. Both Meg and Mel had dwellings on the far side of the field. Meg’s thatched roof a bright purple, and Mel’s garden already sprouting with plants she could feed her turtle.

“This is… It feels…” Eddie didn’t know what to say. Truthfully, he couldn’t believe this type of magic was allowed. It seemed too immense, too obvious.

“I know,” you told him. “We don’t always build like this. But I want them to feel at home, you know? I want this all to feel… right.”

Eddie nodded, finally stopping his awestruck pacing, and focussing on you. “They will love it,” he assured you. “I love it… It’s…” Still, not a single adjective would form. He looked over the buildings again. “Wait… There is not… You have not grown a home for yourself?”

“For us,” you corrected.

“For us… Please don’t tell me you intend on dragging that trailer across town?” Eddie joked. Half joked. There was clear apprehension in his tone. A little fear in his eyes.

You laughed. “No. I don’t intend on doing that… It’s just, you know, we haven’t talked about what kind of home we want.”

He couldn’t maintain eye contact, turned back to the houses, watching them as if they were going to continue to grow. They wouldn’t, of course. Not with an audience.

You let Eddie ponder while you walked the perimeter of the field. The land the coven would care for extended far beyond the little neighbourhood you’d grown from petals, but the air was already crackling with magic. Out in the forest over the hill, a family of red foxes were jumping and playing. Bats swooped through the sky and fireflies carved patterns through the dark.

Eddie sat on the doorstep of Ev’s Victorian. He listened to your heartbeat. How, when other living things came close to you, their breathing synced to yours. Leaves twisted in your direction like you were the sun. The center of everything. Definitely his.

You were almost out of his eyeline, crouched down scratching the belly of a fox cub, when you went still. For a moment Eddie thought you’d sensed or seen danger, but quickly you were up and turned to him. “You do want a home, right?”

In an instant, he was in front of you, the breadth of the field nothing to him. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because. Like I said. We’ve never talked about it.”

Eddie’s brows pulled together and his expression so sharp it could have been mistaken as anger, rather than the abject confusion it was. “Everything I have ever said has been about you. Loving you. Getting this far,”

“Yes. Yeah. But logistically… Vampires are nomadic. And all the time taken from you. You don’t want to see how the world has changed?”

The foxes had gone, unnerved by the thing that wasn’t human or witch. The breeze had settled, the trees providing a windbreak. Eddie saw through your line of questioning, tracing it back to the niggle of anxious thought settling in your brain. His face softened, then the beginning of his trademark smirk.

Eddie threw himself onto his knees at your feet, twisting his hands in the layers of your long, black skirt. “I am bound to you. Where you are, is where I am.”

You couldn’t help but grin. His dramatics wouldn’t distract you though. Dropping to your knees you looked at him seriously. He laughed.

“Eddie. You have been trapped in Hawkins for a hundred years. I’m not going to be the next witch to keep you here,”

“You want to know what I desire, in the deep, dark, catacombs of my soul?”

It was rhetorical, but you nodded.

“What do you picture me having done between 1586 and… well, you? 250 years of stillness? No, my love. I have seen the world. I know what is out there. It may have changed, but it will change again and again. I don’t want the world. I want you. I want to know you when you’re happy. I want to see you build this coven. Grow plants. Heal human ailment and cast witch magic…” Eddie tipped his head to the side a little, cocky as ever. “Logistically we should consider blackout blinds and room for books, not international travel.”

You wore that glazed-over look, drunk on the articulation of Eddie’s love. “You want a library?” you asked, voice coming out in a dumb whisper. Eddie nodded. “Me too. Maybe two… One for fiction and one for non-fiction,”

“Maybe three. Fiction. Non-fiction. Then, one for grimoires and other craft books.”

The foxes watched on from burrow doors. They still didn’t know what he was, but as long as he was with you, they’d leave him be.

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Why hello 👋 sorry to trouble with this extremely long request but I would like to make a request where MTMTE lost light crew gets teleported to the prime verse where buddy is megs daughter and guess they we're having some trouble with tfp megs cause he is hogging all the energon and lost light decides to help them with their and during that time MTMTE megs got pretty close with buddy and she was happy to have her dad back even if he was from a different universe

And tfp megs ends up deciding to kidnap his own kid and abused her pretty badly to the point where she was missing some limbs, bleeding a lot too and he like refused to let knockout treat her wounds so when they tried to go rescue her and megatron holds her by her neck showing them the damage he has done and shocking everyone

Something like immediately snapped in MTMTE megs and his old self resurfaced and he nearly beats tfp megs but tfp Optimus and his MTMTE Optimus manages to hold him back from killing tfp megs and they rush buddy to the med bay in attempts to save her and she lives and the tfp decepticons decides to join tfp Optimus they kept there decepticon badges ofc but their working with him only

As for MTMTE crew they had to go home megs decides to ask buddy if she wanted to come with him to his universe (the answer is up to you) I do not know what else to write

P.S: please let breakdown be alive in it and sorry for it being so long

OH MY!

Who needs a roller-coaster when you cane have emotional rollercoasters?

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality gets kidnapped and MTMTE Megatron finds out

SFW, Platonic, ANGST, Mentions of injuries, near death but everything turns out ok, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP/MTMTE

Megatron’s forces were taking more and more energon mines by the day.

The resources were dwindling to dangerous levels.

The team needs them soon and fast.

Thankfully they found an untapped energon mine ripe for the taking.

Buddy helped get all the carts ready and the drills prepped.

“Everyone ready?”--Arcee

“Wait! I’m coming too!”--Buddy

“Are you sure about that Buddy?”--Bulkhead

Buddy firmly grasped her drill piece.

“We need as many servos in that mine getting the energon as we can. I’m going.”--Buddy

Optimus looks at Buddy for a second.

“Keep close.”--Optimus

Buddy smiles and salutes.

“Absolutely!”—Buddy

The team landed in one of the darker areas of the mine.

But the light from the energon crystals made up for most of the visibility.

It was time to get to work.

The team spread out through the cave while maintaining some proximity with each other.

Buddy managed to get the deeper crystals that had managed to wedge themselves in between the rocks.

She ventured to more of the outskirts of the cave trying to reach a particular energon vein.

She felt off.

Sudden shivers would run down her spinal struts.

It felt as if someone was watching her.

She started walking towards the others.

The feeling just grew, and she picked up her pace a bit.

She was still a few yards away from the others.

Out of the corner of Optimus’s optic he saw Buddy walking faster than usual back to the group.

Buddy then heard it.

A familiar sound of a blade being pulled out.

She froze in place.

Her spark beating out of control.

No…

There was no way he was here…

Optimus looked at Buddy’s fear-stricken face and went to walk over to Buddy.

Buddy slowly turned around to see who was behind her.

Optimus saw something drag Buddy into the darkness of the cave with her screaming bloody murder.

He started running towards the darkness.

The team followed behind him.

The screaming continued until they reached an opening in the cave.

The glow of the moon and groundbrigde shown upon the two figures.

Buddy beginning held up by her throat thrashing in pure fear.

The one holding her was none other than her father.

Megatron.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Optimus Prime and his lackey’s.”--Megatron

Optimus drawing out his canon with a steely gaze.

“Let her go Megatron.”--Optimus

The rest of the team has their weapons out and ready to fire on command.

“And why would I do that Prime? She is my daughter, not yours.”--Megatron

Megatron squeezes a bit more making Buddy squirm even more.

Buddy looks at her family with tears in her optics.

“G-go!”--Buddy

“What?”--Arcee

“I-I’m not worth it—urgh--I’m not worth it!”--Buddy

“Let her go NOW!”--Optimus

Megatron just smirks at the Prime and throws Buddy through the portal and dashes right after her.

Prime sprints to the portal but it closes at the last second.

He looks in horror at the place where Buddy was just there.

She was just there…

Optimus can hear the frustration and calls to Buddy from behind him.

He shakingly reaches his commlink.

“Ratchet…”--Optimus

“What is going on in there!? I can’t get a good reading on Buddy and half of the team in blowing up—”--Ratchet

“Buddy has been taken.”--Optimus

“…What? What do you mean taken?!”--Ratchet

“Megatron…”--Optimus

Ratchet on the other end slightly covering his mouth.

“No…”--Ratchet

The team returned to base, and they set out to immediately find Buddy.

There was no telling what Megatron would do to her.

They needed to find Buddy.

A few painful hours passed and there was still no trace of Buddy, Megatron, or the Nemesis. Everyone was on edge waiting for some sort of clue to come.

The Bots were getting desperate.

That’s when the portal opened.

Portal opens.

Miko looked at it wide eyed, grabbing Jack and Raf.

“GRAB ONTO SOMETHING!”--Miko

Bulkhead quickly scoops up the kids.

The team holds onto sturdy objects digging their pedes into the ground.

“YOU KNOW WHAT THIS THING IS MIKO?”--Wheeljack

“IN A WAY! THAT WAS THE PORTAL THAT GOT ME AND BUDDY INTO THAT ALTERNATE DIMENSION!”--Miko

Several figures shoot out of the portal and land sprawled out on top of each other on the ground.

The portal closes.

The team has their weapons out and pointed at the pile.

“GET OFF OF ME!”--Rodimus

“I WOULD IF YOU’D GET YOU TAILPIPE OUT OF MY—”--Drift

Tailgate bounces from the top of the pile and lands roughly on the ground.

“Ow!”--Tailgate

Miko squints a bit before smiling widely.

“Bulkhead put me down.”--Miko

“What? Absolutely—”--Bulkhead

“Hey Whirl! Whirl you in there?”--Miko

From somewhere in the middle of the pile Whirl hears Miko and furiously digs himself out of the pile.

Whirl gets out and spots Miko waving widely at him.

“Miko!”--Whirl

Whirl walks up to Bulkhead.

Bulkhead holds the kids closer.

“Don’t worry Bulkhead he’s a friend!”--Miko

“Yes my future Amica!”--Whirl

“AMICA?!”—Bulkhead and Wheeljack

Whirl snatches up Miko from Bulkhead and plops her into his cockpit.

“Hey, we’re in Miko and Buddy’s dimension.”-Tailgate

The rest of the Rod Squad gets up stretching and saying hello to Miko.

“Umm…”--Smokescreen

The rest of the crew looking at Team Prime, who just looked confused.

“Oh right! Lost Light crew meet Team Prime!”--Miko

MTMTE Optimus makes his way to the front with Rodimus and…

“What is HE doing here?”--Arcee

All guns trained on MTMTE Megatron who was looking around.

“Who Megs? He’s on our side now.”--Rodimus

“Our side?”--Ratchet

“The war is over in our dimension.”—MTMTE Optimus

Both teams look at the differences between TFP Prime and MTMTE Prime.

“Wow, didn’t see you the last time we went to the Lost Light.”--Miko

“I was visiting when the portal sucked most of us in.”—MTMTE Optimus

“Where’s Buddy?”—MTMTE Megatron

“Yeah, where’s Buddy!”--Tailgate

“Calmly Tailgate.”--Cyclonus

“Tailgate?”--Arcee

“Yep, that’s my name. But where is she? She’s going to be so happy when she see us!”--Tailgate

Team Prime looks down slightly.

“What’s wrong?”--Rung

“Not too long-ago Buddy was kidnapped by this dimension’s Megatron.”—TFP Optimus

All the Lost Light crew freezes.

The Lost Light crew is now out for blood.

Brainstorm and Perceptor helped Wheeljack and TFP Ratchet create a stronger signal booster.

That way they would cover more ground to try and find Buddy’s signal.

Instead they found a strange SOS Signal.

Knockout, Breakdown, and Steve had created the link.

“What do you Con’s want?”--Bulkhead

“Easy Bulkhead, we aren’t looking for a fight.”--Breakdown

Yeah like I believe that.”--Bulkhead

“Listen, we don’t have much time before this signal gets discovered so shut it!”--Knockout

“Go on.”--Optimus

“Steve is inputting the coordinates of the Nemesis.”--Knockout

“Your… giving away your position?”—MTMTE Megatron

“Who’s that? Never mind, if you want to get Buddy follow these coordinates.”--Knockout

“And if it’s a trap?”--Arcee

“It’s not! Buddy is not going to make it if you don’t come NOW!”--Steve

“Breakdown what does he mean by that?”--Wheeljack

“We can’t say anymore Bulk, just get here fast.”--Breakdown

“And don’t hurt any Con that doesn’t try and attack you!”--Steve

End transmission.

MTMTE Megatron, MTMTE Rodimus, MTMTE Optimus, and TFP Optimus are the ones to come up with the formal plan to rescue Buddy.

Everyone else works together with the sole thought of getting Buddy back.

They manage to infiltrate the Nemesis once the coordinates are inputted.

Most of the Lost light crew insist that they come to help, but later agreed fo a small party to join Team Prime.

Some stay behind on base with the medical supplies ready and in case they need back up.

When the rescue team enters the Nemesis, they encounter the first vechicons.

They are parting ways to let them pass through the halls.

They pass by Breakdown and Knockout who point in the right direction, no questions ask about the other bots with them.

They noticed that Soundwave was on the med slab unconscious with his visor cracked like a spiderweb.

As if someone hit him…

That’s when they meet Starscream.

He isn’t a problem after some punches.

That’s when they hear muffled poundings.

They don’t hesitate to knock on the door.

All weapons are up.

This is when the Lost Light crew finally meets this dimensions Megatron.

He has energon coated on his servos and some clear dents and slight cuts to his sides.

But what really gathers their attention is the pool of energon gathering around his pedes.

There is a couple feet away from him was a small frame

Still…

Unmoving…

MTMTE Megatron clenching his servos into giant fists.

“What. Have. You. DONE!”—MTMTE MEGATRON

TFP Megatron looking at this slightly familiar mech next to TFP Optimus.

“And who are you to demand such a thing from the Almighty Megatron.”

“We’re the ones who are going to send you to the pits if you don’t answer the question.”--Rodimus

TFP Megatron laughs as he grabs the limp frame in his servos.

The small frame has too many large slashes and dents.

Most noticeably, their entire right leg is gone.

Whirl almost tackles him to the ground but gets held back by the Wreckers who are equally fuming with anger.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!?”--Whirl

TFP Megatron laughs.

“Nothing I can’t do to a traitor of the Decepticon army.”--TFP Megatron

He throws Buddy to the wall.

She falls to the ground unmoving with a slight trail of energon trailing behind.

SNAP!

MTMTE Megatron screams and tackles TFP Megatron to the ground.

The fight wasn’t even close to being fair.

TFP Megatron is out in seconds by the sheer anger this Megatron packs into his punches.

“YOU!”—MTMTE Megatron

BANG!

“DON’T!”—MTMTE Megatron

SLAM!

“DESERVE!”--MTMTE Megatron

BANG!

“HER!”--MTMTE Megatron

BANG!

It takes both Optimus’s, Rodimus and Magnus to tear him off of his counterpart.

Most of the other party had already left to the base with Buddy.

MTMTE Megatron just heaves heavily.

He doesn’t regret anything.

He grabs some chains and bounds TFP Megatron from escaping.

The sound of static alerts the remaining bots.

Soundwave was leaning on the wall with the rest of the Decepticon’s behind him.

He asks if Megatron lived.

TFP Optimus nods.

Soundwave nods back.

Steve walks forward.

“I want to join your side.”--Steve

“Wow… wasn’t expecting that.”--Whirl

“We are done working for Megatron. We follow Buddy now.”--Steve

“So, you’ll become bots?”--Arcee

“Not exactly, we’re still Cons through and through. But we’re taking it back to its original ideal.”--Breakdown

“Peace.”--Soundwave

“Breakdown and I can come and give any medical assistance that’s needed.”--Knockout

TFP Optimus nods.

The remaining rescue team plus Knockout and Breakdown enter the groundbrigde leaving the vechicons to the ship and put Megatron in stasis lock.

It was all servos on deck to keep Buddy from flatlining.

After several hours of intense surgery and fixing, the medics came with the news…

Buddy was finally stable.

She was going to pull through.

The Lost Light crew insisted in helping around the base and with New Cybertron as much as they could while Buddy recovered.

MTMTE Megatron rarely left her side alongside several other bots and cons who visited often.

When Buddy did wake up the first thing, she saw was MTMTE Megatron gently holding her servo.

She was internally freaking out still trying to process what was happening, but all the fear left her when she saw the tears coming from his red optics.

She knew exactly who this mech was.

Buddy started bawling clutching MTMTE Megatron with as much mobility she had.

MTMTE Megatron gently soothed her as the others came in.

Everyone told her story of what happened during her rescue.

Soon enough the portal comes back for the rest of the Lost Light.

Buddy being held in TFP Optimus’s arms waving and hugging the crew as they make their way to the portal.

“Buddy… you know you could always come with us.”—MTMTE Megatron

Buddy freezes.

TFP Optimus freezes.

“Really?”--Buddy

“Yes, the decision is up to you.”—MTMTE Megatron

Buddy looks at MTMTE Megatron’s servo and TFP Optimus.

“…I think I’ll stay here. Someone’s gotta keep the place clean when you guys come back.”--Buddy

MTMTE Megatron smiles and lightly hugs Buddy.

“You take care of her Prime.”--MTMTE Megatron

“With all my spark Megatron.”—TFP Optimus

“Farewell.”—MTMTE Megatron

Megatron and the others enter the portal and vanish.

The portal closes.

Buddy smiles and hugs Optimus.

He hugs back feeling relief.

Everything was going to be okay.

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axelsagewrites · 3 months

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Hello. I was wondering if you can write something for Halfdan from the show Vikings? I’ll be happy with some fluff. I don’t have anything specific in mind but just a sweet Halfdan would be a nice read ♥️Thank you in advance ♥️

Halfdan*Favourite Days

Pairing: Halfdan x wife!reader

Word count: 610

Warnings: none

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Halfdan was a warrior, a Viking, someone who you should fear and run from when he approaches you. however, you just smile as the Viking saunters over to where you are sat against a great oak. “My love,” you great, offering your hand out to him, pulling him to sit next to you.

You placed the flower crown you had began to make down beside you. your hand moved to rest on his head while you placed a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you beautiful,” he murmured, moving his head to rest on top of yours.

Yes, the big, powerful, brutal Viking was merely just a puppy dog when it came to you. “How have you been?” you asked to which he just grunted making you laugh.

“I do not wish to ruin your good mood with idiotic men and their talks,”

“Okay sweetie,” you laughed, “Come here,” you instructed, moving him to lay with his head on your lap. He did not fight you, instead he allowed himself to relax into your soft thighs as your hand raked through his hair.

“What have you done today?” he asked.

“Well let’s see,” you said, leaning back against the tree as you absentmindedly scratched his scalp making him groan softly, “I helped my sister with her goats this morning and she gave me some Skyr for our supper which was nice. Then I went to the market. I got some better soaps to try wash the blood from your tunic,”

“I don’t know why you try. I always dirty them,”

“I don’t know why you try to tell me not to,” you countered, “I always get my way,”

“That you do my love,” he mumbled, half considering if he should just fall asleep right here, “What else?”

“I tended a few small errands, finished sewing part of my dress, and sharpened your axe,”

“You’re too good to me,”

“I know,” you said making him smile, “Then I came out here to relax and made this,” you said, picking up the flower crown.

He rolled onto his back, squinting at the sun as he took the flowers from your hand, “Its beautiful,” he smiled, resting it on his head making you laugh, “How do I look?”

“As pretty as a flower,” you grinned, leaning down to kiss him.

You enjoyed the moment, pulling back to looking into his eyes with a soft smile. It was perfect. That was till a loud wolf whistle rang out followed by Harald’s echoing laugh, “I’ll kill him,” Halfdan growled as he sat up, the flowers falling to the ground.

“I thought you were a man! Not a baby!” His brother called from several feet away.

You put your hand on his chest to stop him chasing his brother, “Bugger off Harald!” you shouted back, “At least he has a wife,” you teased, smirking when you saw the smile fall from his face, “Don’t be a baby Harald!” you called as he began to walk away.

“You’re lucky I like you sister!” he called back, turning away as he stalked off to presumably sulk.

You looked back to your husband with a grin, “Now where were we?”

He paused as he pretended to contemplate it, “Right,” he said, his hands grabbing your waist suddenly and flipping you onto your back making you laugh, “here,” he grinned as his lips went down to pepper your face in soft kisses.

“Stop!” you laughed as his hands moved to tickle your sides, “You’re killing me!”

“Don’t be a baby,” he teased, copying your earlier taunts as he leaned down to capture your lips again. Days like this were his favourite.

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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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it's ☃️ here again and I have more questions but reverb edition bc I love how 3 dimensional the characters are...

1. Now what is rapper!connie's true IDEALL type (if he actually has one). like he's immediately folding and falling to his knees because she's everything he wants type shit.

2. Do any of the pole assassins ladies swing the other way perchance...? IDK if you mentioned this but i'm getting a vibe...perchance.

3. What are mika and jean's favorite things about one another?

4. How would eren react to being posted on the shaderoom and having them get in his business? I recently saw a video of summer walker flipping the shaderoom off and I screamed 😭😭

5. IDK if you didn't go into detail but is sasha an influencer here as well or an artist?

6. Does eren like any other forms of art besides music/writing in this universe? I don't feel EJ is the type to like go walk a museum (or maybe he is) but I feel he definitely holds some appreciation for like visual arts yk??

7. Is influencer!y/n any good at games? I remember you mentioning him being a gamer and I had the idea of him teaching her to play madden or COD or some shit and her being sooo bad to the point where he gets a little upset bc no way you're this bad at the game.

once again that is all the questions my brain has come up with, until next time *fades off into background*

hello again, snowanon!! 🤍 I swear you always come with the best asks. I’m actually working on reverb right now so thanks for this! (sorry these took so long btw!)

1. now Connie isn’t the type of dude to discriminate when it comes to the ladies. He loves them all but he will undoubtedly fall in love (and maybe propose on the spot) for a tall women or BBW. he loves him a girl who’s taller than him or a plus size lady. I’d say his range is anywhere from Meg to Lizzo. But he really just a loves a woman who can make him laugh. Somebody he can clown with.

2. Yes 3/5 do in fact! 😭 our girl (y/n) is bisexual. Eren is honestly the only man she loves. Niesha is pansexual + Syrai is lesbian. Kelley and Brianne have only ever dated men but they’re not against the idea of being with a woman!

3. omg I literally love these two so much and I hadn’t had a chance to elaborate yet but Jean and Mika are each other’s saving graces, dramatic as it sounds. Jean helped Mika stand up for herself when she felt powerless and she helped him realize his dream and that he was worth more than being on the sidelines. I think Jean’s favorite thing about Mika is her determination and how smart she is. If she wants something done, nothing can stop her. She’s headstrong but she’s soft in the same turn. Not in a weak way or that she wants to be babied but she’s so compassionate and emotional about the things + people she loves. As for Mika, she loves how much of a natural leader Jean is. He’s dominating but in the best way possible. He knows she can handle her own business but she doesn’t have to when he’s around. She can be comfortable in her feminine energy without feeling weak. All in all, they just compliment one another so well!

4. LMAO! the day Eren ever ends up on the ShadeRoom, everybody’s getting their feelings hurt. 😭 what makes it so bad is that it would probably be for some dumb shit, like them trying to messy about he and (y/n)’s relationship and now he gotta cuss everybody and their family dog out :(

5. so the next few chapters are going to feature Sasha heavily but my baby is actually Mikasa’s assistant for the time being. Her ultimate goal is to do music, more so as like a country hip-hop artist. She’s basically mentoring under her and Jean both.

6. Eren does have a great appreciation for other art forms. He has a few unique and expensive paintings in his home and he himself loves to draw. Many of his tattoo pieces are artworks of his. He also enjoys stage plays, shockingly! (he’s really a theater kid cosplaying as a delinquent, don’t let him fool you 😭😭) but he enjoys reading from time to time as well.

7. okay listen! my sis be giving it her all to beat this man LMAO. Eren is so damn competitive that he can’t just play shit for fun, he makes everyone want to fight him. But the one game he does NAWT want to see her in is Tekken. That’s been her favorite series since she was a kid and she gives him the work every single time.

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dd-is-my-guiltypleasure · 4 months

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A LIFE IN THE DAY

David Duchovny: ‘Love can happen at any age, right?

The actor, 63, on The X Files, songwriting and snacking

EKATERINA GERBY

Interview by Helen Cullen

Wednesday January 17 2024, 12.01am GMT, The Sunday Time

Duchovny was born in New York City. He studied English at Princeton University and Yale, before breaking into acting in the late 1980s, starting in TV adverts and working his way up. In 1993 he began playing the role of the FBI agent Fox Mulder in The X Files, which ran for nine years. He later played Hank Moody in Californication. He has also released three folk-rock albums and published five novels — last year he directed a film adaptation of one of these, Bucky F***ing Dent. Duchovny has two grown-up children from his former marriage to the actress Téa Leoni. He lives in California, with his girlfriend, Monique Pendleberry, and his two dogs, Brick and Rookie.

I like to get up at dawn because those are my best thinking and writing hours. I love the sunrise but it also means I can get some work done before the sun gets too much. That’s the best time of day for me. I have a coffee that makes me think I’m brilliant for ten minutes and that’s all I need to get going.

Food to me is just fuel and I don’t have very advanced taste buds. I think everything kind of tastes OK, which people react to with suspicion. For breakfast I like oatmeal — what my Scottish mother called porridge.

If I’m filming I still like an early start, but I shot my recent film What Happens Later, with Meg Ryan, all through the night because we filmed in a regional airport after it closed at 9pm. That’s a bit of a nightmare for me as a morning person, but we developed a great camaraderie from working while the world was asleep. My daughter, West, thought it was great to see a romantic comedy film with people my age, but I don’t think of myself as any age, so I hadn’t thought about that. Love can happen at any age, right?

Everybody wants me to have a hobby, but I’m blessed because I love my work. I’ve been able to branch out into music, writing and directing. With songwriting I can pick up the guitar at any time. If you wait for inspiration to hit, you’ll be sitting on your ass for ever.

I knock off for lunch about 12pm. That’s when I have the one big meal of the day that would be recognisable to other humans as a proper meal — vegetables and a protein such as fish. The rest of the time I snack.

In the afternoon I work out. I love the games I played when I was younger — boxing, tennis and basketball — but as I get older I tend to get hurt doing those, so I’ve found Pilates is best for me. It’s still super hard but the least dangerous.

I live in Malibu and the height of my fame has passed, so it’s not difficult for me to move around any more. It’s a different era now because everybody has a phone, so paparazzi are more a thing of the past. I tend to go to the same places where people are bored of seeing me.

There are always different reasons why fans might stop me — it could be still because of The X Files or Californication. I am very proud of The X Files. I can’t think of another show like it in terms of cultural impact and longevity. I just thought we were making good, goofy TV but Chris Carter, the creator and director, saw what was coming in terms of the culture of conspiracy theories. Gillian Anderson [his co-star] and I went from being unknown to globally recognised in a couple of years. We don’t get to see each other that much as she lives in London, but there’s no one else I can share that with.

West is an actor now too. It wasn’t something that I would have charted out for her because I know how difficult it is, even more so for a woman, but I want her to do something she’s passionate about. There are still dark corners in Hollywood but the pitfalls and dangers are much more upfront.

I do enjoy a party, but I’d rather spend time with friends in the evening. Because I like to get up so early, I go to bed early also. I feel electric light has really f***ed with our sense of mind and body, and that we were made to hide in the cave at night from predators and wake up with the sun, so I try to do that. Constitutionally, I feel like that works for me.

Words of wisdom

Best advice I was given

It doesn’t matter if people laugh; it matters if it feels funny to you

Advice I’d give

There’s no such thing as good advice — you have to come to it on your own

What I wish I’d known

Take a moment to appreciate what you’ve done before worrying about the next thing

What Happens Later is in cinemas now and available to stream in spring. The Reservoir by David Duchovny is out now (Akashic Books £19.95)

#david duchovny #2024 #what happens later #txf #meg ryan #mo #malibu #his life now #west duchovny

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umbracirrus · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday 💛

Writing is going slowly and smoothly at the moment, around playing Stardew Valley and thoughts of Elliott.

I've been wanting to explore Balgruuf's reasons for neutrality in the war, and his relationship with Ulfric, and when better than when his child is stirring up trouble on Mephala's behalf...

Tagged by @throughtrialbyfire!

Tagging @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn, and anyone else who wishes to share a WIP, but only if you want to!!! 💛

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Balgruuf frowned silently as he thought over her words, before nodding. "I will admit that I have been much too busy over the past few days, but seeming as we are both here, and I doubt that either of us will be retiring for the night at any time soon…" He remembered just how frightened she had looked as she had run into him just outside the kitchens, and that was not the look of a person who would be able to rest easily. He also didn't feel up for sleeping yet either, these were the first moments in days that he wasn't having to think about his responsibilities as Jarl. His responsibilities as a father though… "What exactly did Nelkir say?"

She stayed sat as she was for a few moments, before bringing her cup to her lips then placing it down with a sigh. "A few things. The least concerning of which being that you are apparently afraid of the Thalmor, but honestly…" Elyse frowned. "A lot of people are. I certainly am. But what worried me more… is that he said that you worship Talos, and-" Her fingers tapped, slowly and rhythmically from her little finger to her index, as she winced. "That you agree with the Stormcloaks."

The way in which she acted as she said that sentence almost felt like a dagger in Balgruuf’s gut. The slight cracks in her voice, the watery look in her eyes, and her body tense. She looked to be on her guard. And no wonder... Her volatile relationship with Ulfric no doubt made her worry when support for the Stormcloaks was raised. It must have been on her mind for days.

He folded his arms over, then shook his head. He didn't want her believing that she needed her guard up around him too, so he decided to tackle what appeared to be bothering her the most first. "I don’t agree with what the Stormcloaks are doing. There are better ways to achieve their aims than dragging Skyrim into war. Than... using the death of the High King to tear the country asunder," he stated with a frown, doing his best not to imply that Torygg’s death was either murder or justified, just as he would do when handling audiences through the day. "But I do agree with the concept of a united Skyrim, whether under the Empire or not. Where it isn’t brother against sister, neighbours pitted against each other in pointless war. I just don’t believe that either side of the war have the power to do that as things stand. It is why Whiterun is neither, and believe me when I say that I weigh up the options on a daily basis..."

Elyse looked at him silently, processing his words, before her shoulders dropped, just slightly. "And what of Ulfric?"

"Ulfric and I... have history. But that is where it remains – in the past."

#meg has done some writing #dragonborn oc elyse #skyrim fanfiction #fic - the perfect storm

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moodyseal · 7 months

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Tell us more abt your hyacinthus winter soldier au 👀👀

HELLO thank you for giving me an excuse to talk your ear off about it, you will probably regret it <3

To be completely honest I still haven't planned anything that's worth of an actual fic (who do you take me for? An organized person? HA) but I would lie if I said that I didn't think about it a lot, so

As you know, somehow in this AU Hyacinthus came back to life and started working for the emperors

The dynamics of how, exactly, it all happened are pretty undefined as of now, but that's secondary information and it's not really important. (Maybe.)

What you need to know though is that Commodus is the one who takes him in, because of course he does. Hyacinthus is the perfect revenge against Apollo, after all, both because he's known to be his greatest love, and seeing him side against him would hurt Apollo a lot, and because, whatever happened, Commodus would always have leverage against Apollo, in a "You don't want to do what I tell you? Well look what I can do to your precious little flower" sort of way

He also uses this as an excuse to get back at Hyacinthus himself, too—something that is a direct result his festering inferiority complex and the can of worms that are, again, his feelings upon seeing the one man Apollo's name is always associated with

Hyacinthus is a better man and fighter than him even when he's brainwashed and he just CAN'T stand it

It all worsens once he sees how much Lester is still attached to Hyacinthus, and how hard he tries to get him to snap back. He never cared that much for him after all, did he?

On Hyacinthus' end this all borders less on the side of drama and more on the side of comedy LMAO

While not being able to discern right from wrong atm, as he's been coerced into absolute obedience through very shady means, he has this unexplainable feeling inside him that he really, really doesn't like Commodus (which intensifies every time Commodus starts another one of his long rants about how bad and evil and selfish Apollo is and about how he'll absolutely get his revenge) and he expresses that through little jabs he makes in his direction that Commodus can't really do anything about because they are worded in a way that makes them seem innocuous

On the other hand, he's on civil terms with the rest of the "staff", so to speak, and some even respect him because of how skilled he is (specifically Lityerses) so he does have some allies there

They don't actually know who he is though since, while he works for the emperors, Hyacinthus is never referred to by his own name, but always by some sort of epithet

(This is why Meg never made the connection either, despite knowing the myth well enough to inform Grover that Hyacinthus was Apollo's boyfriend)

It's mostly a measure they take so Hyacinthus doesn't remember his past before they're actually done using him

As for Apollo and Hyacinthus' relationship in this, it's a bit complicated, because Apollo changes his stance and tries to get him on his side the moment Hyacinthus' disguise drops, while Hyacinthus doesn't remember him. At all. So his efforts don't really work

Which results in a lot of frustration and hurt feelings

Despite this, Hyacinthus' unexplainable feelings persist. And he's very confused :)

I'm still not sure when this would be set—I wanted to either limit this to The Dark Prophecy or make it a "he appears occasionally as a spy or something until they find out who he is" thing that spans over the five books (without actually retelling the whole story though because holy shit that would be exhausting) but that's something that can be figured out later oof

Anyway, keep in mind that this is all just a result of my daydreaming, so if I actually write something concrete about this, some plot points might change!! And also the dynamics!! And the vibes in general!!! My brain is just a dumpster fire tbh so expect a lot of mental U-turns here

#trials of apollo #toa #pjo #apollo #lester papadopoulos #hyacinthus #au #lonely thoughts #ask #i hope i managed not to tom holland myself #and reveal too much #i just can't shut up sometimes you know #sigh #sometimes i also say too little though #so lmk if there's anything specific you wanted to know!!

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doctorprofessorsong · 1 year

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Destiel Fic Recs

Who needs to stuff your face with turkey when you can stuff your brain with fanfic? Fresh out of the oven, please enjoy these fic recs.

Raise the Black by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) @valleydean (Explicit, 246k)

There are passion projects and then there is Raise the Black which takes it to a whole new level. It's not surprising that the author of The Shawnee Trail and A Ghost Story knows how to write historical fiction, but there are so many gorgeous bits of pirate life in this fic from the superstitions to the metaphors tied to the sea.

The story is a Pirate AU. A chance encounter has left Cas, an officer from the Royal Navy, with a lasting obsession with Dean Winchester, the notorious pirate Captain of the Impala. When presented with the opportunity to defect and save his son from the abusive practices of the Royal Navy, Cas finds himself a part of Dean’s crew.

I cannot overstate how good this one is. The underlying pirate mythology and superstition, the horny sparring, the epic battle scenes and of course the incredibly unhinged Dean and Cas that drive this story. The story had me anxious, like literally unable to focus on work because I had to know what happened.

It's @valleydean so she gives us a happy ending, but she makes us pay dearly for it in angst (so sexy of her really).

And it isn't just the Destiel. The casting is phenomenal. I would die for pirate Meg. The use of the younger generation (Jack, Emma, Claire, Kaia) is amazing. Sam, Benny and Charlie as pirates. Truly we get so many great characters in this one y'all.

Without giving too much away, I'll just day that this one falls into the sweeping epic category and the results are staggering.

o weary traveler by dothraki_shieldmaiden @dothwrites (Explicit, 107k)

OK. So you know when you are in like Chapter 1 of a fic and already know it's going to be one of your favorites? That was this fic for me.

A mash-up of the Odyssey and Beauty and the Beast, this fic grabbed me and refused to let go. When Dean and his crew are shipwrecked on an island, they inadvertently anger its inhabitant, Castiel. Cas, an exiled angel, decides to take revenge, culminating in a Beauty and the Beast style pact for Dean to accept punishment on behalf of his wayward crew.

Cas in this fic is very much an ancient being lacking the human perspective and Dean is just some guy who hunts monsters. It's my favorite dynamic. The way they dance around each other and eventually come together is beautiful to watch.

Throw in some delightful worldbuilding and poetic prose and you have a powerhouse of an epic tale.

The Common Hours by quiettewandering @wanderingcas (Mature, WIP 29k so far)

I very rarely recommend WIPs, so you know when I do it's because I think there's something special about the fic. I honestly think this one and the process of getting a bit more information each week is worth diving into, even if you are normally a "wait until it's done" kind of reader (and if not, this one is worth at least marking to be read with stars and highlights and little hearts).

The fic is a twisty mystery that has me throwing out theories every chapter. Cas is an amnesiac trying to recover from trauma he doesn't understand or remember. Luckily, he met Charlie who has been helping him rebuild his life. But Cas is haunted by half memories and a forgotten life, especially the memory of a man with green eyes who inhabits his dreams.

I don't want to say too much because half of the joy of this fic is pulling at threads and watching to see how it unravels. I'll just leave it at this: the story is captivating and fresh and these versions of the characters instantly grabbed me and wouldn't let go.

Vibrato by Tiamatv (Explicit, 69k)

Tiamatv really does write some bangers. I couldn't put this one down. They are both disasters in this fic, but in a way that makes you to hug them and smoosh their faces. Dean meets a cute boy, has a full blown bi panic, realizes he was an ass, and strikes up a friendship that morphs into a friendship with benefits that morphs into basically a long term relationship but they're both idiots. It's idiots to lovers (but still idiots) at its finest.

Oh and also Cas is a super old genetic vampire. Whoops. One of the most delightful things about this fic is how well tiamatv captures the ancient and terrible being and also just some accountant dynamic that makes Cas so deeply loveable.

Despite some heavy stuff, this one is fluffy cotton candy most of the time and it's really about their irresistible dynamic. It is immensely readable.

The Sweetest Con by aimforsplendor @aimforsplendor (Mature, 19k)

If you are looking for some fairly low angst fun, this DeanCasBang (Taylor's Version) entry is an absolute delight. Dean and Sam are Robin Hood type con men using tech to steal from the rich and give to those who need it. They've finally found the head of a crime network, a billionaire resembling a particularly prominent and news worthy one recently which makes it fairly cathartic actually. But the mission is threatened when Dean gets sidetracked by a particular blue-eyed hottie.

This one is plain fun with a healthy dose of humor and really likeable characters. This one is truly just readable. Fun and fairly light and with enough interesting turns you keep you on your toes.

Anything You Can Do by FagurFiskur (Explicit, 21k)

From the Dean Winchester is an absolute disaster genre, this is a surprisingly sweet, crack-taken-seriously smutty romp.

Dean overhears his soon to be ex-girlfriend Daphne talking to a friend about how their mutual rebound relationship isn't working, especially because her gay ex-fiance, Castiel, was better in bed. Dean can't possibly let that stand.

So he does the only logical thing and tracks Cas down. And hooks up with him. So he can win at the sex. Even though he's totally straight.

Tag list

@varlysca @naturallyathief @greatbigbugger @fandoms-and-things @cascodedtech @you-cant-spell-subtext-without @deanwasalwaysbi @fellshish @valleydean @raspberry-tooth @the15yearhatecrime

#destiel #deancas #deancas fic rec #destiel fic rec #spn

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fictional-love-is-my-life · 6 months

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hello everything is fine? if you are taking requests i would like to know if you can do idw or bayverse megatron with a female autobot he falls in love with? Is the reader a former gladiator who called herself Darkblade in Cybertron and has the power of pyrokinetic?

I wrote this with Bayverse Megatron, because I don't feel 100% comfortable writing IDW Megs yet. I need to finish reading a few more comics to get his character down, then I will start properly writing for him.

Anyway, here you go! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: None.

Megatron x femme Autobot reader

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Most of the time, if he needed something trivial done, Megatron would send his soldiers to do the job. He was usually busy with more important tasks. But occasionally he went into the fight himself. Whether it was because his soldiers failed, or it was an important job, he would want to be there himself.

One of his seekers called over comms, letting him know they spotted Optimus fighting nearby. Megatron will always take the opportunity to take down Optimus, so he transformed and began driving to Prime’s last seen location.

Megatron got to the location of the battle. A few of his Decepticons were scattered around fighting Autobots. He searched around, trying to find Optimus. Megatron scanned the area but could not find Prime. He tried to shoot at a few of the other Autobots, thinking if he was there, he might as well take out some of the enemy. Then he saw her. A familiar bot from a long time ago.

Darkblade.

A gladiator who used to fight for entertainment on Cybertron. Megatron stared at her, watching the way she fought with such grace and fierce control. Her servos were ablaze, yet she controlled the flames with ease, directing the fire to attack the cons surrounding her. Megatron scanned over her frame and saw the Autobot insignia stuck to it.

Megatron growled, unable to control his disdain. Why was such a powerful warrior, such a skilled fighter, on the side of the Autobots? Megatron stalked over to the femme. A spike of eagerness rushing through him.

You fought with ease. The Decepticons trying to fight against you were sloppy and nowhere near as skilled as you were. But they were determined to take you down.

“Decepticons. Leave her.” Megatron ordered. Two cons who were fighting you left, leaving Megatron alone with you. You looked at Megatron and recognized him immediately. You had fought together by his side, and had fought against him back in the arena. Before the war you had a mutual respect for each other, but now he was the enemy.

You got into a fighting stance, your servos swirling with fire. Megatron stood close, but he did not prepare to attack. He just smirked.

“Darkblade. The great warrior.” He uttered.

“That’s not who I am anymore.” You snarled.

“That will always be who you are. The fight will always be in your spark.” Megatron took a step closer, causing you to step back.

“Why did you do this to yourself?” Megatron pointed at your Autobot insignia. “You’re better than them.”

“No, I’m not. They are good, they are right. They protect life not take it away meaninglessly. Unlike you.” You spat.

“They are weak.”

“If they are so weak, how come you have not finished them off?” You countered. “They are strong and that is why you can not defeat them.” Megatron paused for a second, thinking of a reply.

“I will agree that there are many that are strong. But their skills are being wasted for the wrong cause. You should join me, put your strength to a better cause, fight for the future of Cybertron.”

“I’m already fighting for Cybertron, and for a better reason than you have. I’ll never join you, so you either fight me, or run away.” You braced for an attack. You knew you shouldn’t give him the option, but your history with Megatron was making you pause. Somewhere deep inside, you still had respect for him.

“I’ve fought you before. I know your strength. So, I won’t fight you again, at least not this time. But my offer will remain open. I await you decision and your turn to my side.” Megatron calmly spoke, then walked away leaving you confused.

Megatron could not stop thinking about you. You plagued his mind and he was unsure how to feel about it. You were brilliant, you were strong and powerful. Megatron wouldn’t deny the fact that he thought you were incredible. But you were also an Autobot and that made you the enemy. He wanted to hate you, but he couldn’t. He wanted you on his side, he wanted you fighting beside him and for him. He wanted you.

His spark hummed happily at the thought of you. He assumed it was just from respect for you, and nothing else. He needed you on his side, only because you were a great fighter.

Megatron began going on more missions, even ones he didn’t need to. He was hoping to see you and to convince you to join his side. Anytime he saw you he spoke with you, not attacking, just standing peacefully and talking to you.

At first you didn’t trust it, you kept your guard up the whole time. But after a few interactions you realized, he was never going to hurt you. In fact, you started expecting to meet Megatron every time there was a Decepticon attack. Each time he tried to convince you to join him, and each time you declined. But sometimes he stuck around to have a more, civil and meaningful conversation. Like he just wanted your company.

You heard the alert over your comms, a Decepticon group was attacking near your location. You were the first to respond and arrived to the scene in record time. You immediately jumped into attack. The first few cons were easy and you were able to take them down. But one remained. A large brute of a bot, you could tell he was much stronger than you, but you hoped you were smarter than him.

You fought for a while, each of you landing a fair number of punches. You thought you might be able to withstand his attacks and make a surprise attack on him. Unfortunately, he caught on and was able to catch you before you hit him. He grabbed you, throwing you to the ground. The con crouched over you, crushing you into the ground. For the first time in decades, you were worried.

Then the con was pulled off your frame, and thrown to the side. You glanced up, seeing Megatron standing over his own.

“She’s mine. Leave, now.” Megatron ordered. Your heart fluttered at the sight of Megatron. He had become a regular sight, and a bit of a comfort. He knew who you were and what you were capable of, and he liked that about you.

Many of the other Autobots had judged you or given you the cold shoulder because of your gladiator background. But Megatron, he was the one who really knew you and liked who you were.

You knew who he was and what he had done. But he seemed so, calm around you.

“Are you hurt?” Megatron asked, his optics scanning over your frame.

“I’m fine.” You replied. “Thank you.”

“You do not need to thank me. I’m sure you had it handled.”

You chuckled, appreciating his belief in your strength. For a second you both stood in silence. Then Megatron faced you.

“You confuse me.” Megatron stated. You raised an optic ridge and stared back at him.

“How so?”

“You claim to be an Autobot, and being so means I am your greatest enemy. Yet you do not attack me, you stay and talk.”

“Well, I’m an Autobot and you don’t attack me. Why?” You asked.

“Because I want you.” Megatron stated blatantly. Your spark skipped, was this excitement? Were you happy to hear that? Then Megatron continued talking, forcing you to calm yourself. “I want you on my side, because your skills and strength are almost unmatched by others. I know I could get far with you by my side.”

“But I’ll never join you. I just can’t.” You uttered, looking away briefly. Megatron took a step closer, but you didn’t move, you allowed him to get close. You spark heating up as he did.

“It pains me to hear that, because I know what you are capable of. I want to help you grow your strength and skills. But I can not force you, I want you to come to me by your own choice. You also confuse me, because you make me feel…” Megatron paused.

It didn’t take him long to realize what he was feeling. His spark yearned for you. He thought of you every moment, and he knew he wanted to be by your side. Every time he stayed by your side he risked getting seen and attacked by other Autobots. But he stayed, knowing it was worth the risk just to be by your side for as long as he can.

“You make my spark burn, only for you. It needs to be with you, I need to be with you. And I can wait as long as you need. But I will have you by my side.” Megatron brushed a digit down your faceplate. You couldn’t stop your reflexes, your helm instinctively leaning into his touch. Your spark a flutter because of his words.

You couldn’t deny the fact you felt the same, you were eager for his presence. You looked forward to going out because you knew you would see him. There was something about Megatron that attracted you, his confidence, his power, the way he wanted you.

But you were torn. You did think about going off with Megatron, but you couldn’t stop being an Autobot, they needed you.

Megatron stepped forward closing the gap between you, he placed he helm gently against yours.

“I need you.” Megatron faltered, thinking of his next words. “It’s never something I thought of before, it was never something I wanted, but you made me think of it.” You were confused wondering what he was talking about. “I’ve never needed, nor wanted love. But now, I am in desperate need of yours. After all this time, all our encounters I know that I can’t get by without it. I want to stay with you, so that you could love me. Because the longer I stay by your side, I know I will fall in love with you more and more each day.”

Megatron pulled away, your servo reached out wanting to stop him and pull him back to you. But you stopped yourself. Megatron continued to step back, his optics staring deep into yours as he walked away.

Your processor was split, unsure what to do. But your spark only had one desire, and this once your spark was going to take the lead and make the decision.

Megatron continued to walk away, you assumed about to head to his home base. You stepped forward, following after him. You spark chasing after his, not wanting to leave him.

Megatron was happy, thrilled because now he had you. He was going to enjoy your time, your company, and with you by his side he would surely be unstoppable.

#ask #transformers #transformers bayverse #Megatron #Megatron x reader

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the blatant didactic nature of the gojou's racist comment scene

the way people talk about the racist comment gojou made is baffling to me. completely baffling.

gege seems to have lefty leanings and jjk is pretty lefty too. it's not super lefty, it's not fully enlightened on all possible fronts, not even close to as left as most tumblr fandom would want to be or imagine themselves to be. most of you fail miserably because you are averse to self-awareness and interrogating your own internalised bigotry and it plays a huge part in the outrage about chapter 255.

jjk can be easily criticised from the left. very fucking easily, but most of the fandom just doesn't know how and any criticisms they make on how jjk handles lefty issues usually fall so fucking flat and honestly often veer into into criticising jjk from a right wing and fundie religious pov. that's just the truth, i've personally dissected some of such takes, mostly about the performative feminism in the fandom that is aggressively terf flavoured.

so i will do some more mild lefty critique in the context of the recent gojou flashback. by explaining to the loud functionally illiterate part of the fandom what gege likes to do in the story. like what very basic, unsubtle things gege does in the story to push their lefty leanings. so this is as much a critique of the text of jjk as it is of the fandom.

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jjk's target audience are japanese teenagers. idk if gege thinks they are writing mostly for boys but i wouldn't be surprised by that, that is the stereotype, even though i think a lot of teens who aren't boys passionately read shounen titles too. especially something like jjk that aggressively panders to the not straight male gaze.

what gege did with gojou making the racist comment, they'd done before with toudou and megumi. and with yuuji and ozawa. i mean the very unsubtle rhetorical didactic technique they used. gege took their presumed teenage male reader by the hand and led him through a basic lefty concept.

(they also tried to do it with momo and nobara and mai but that one is such a mess and honestly a failure because gege mushes in too many topics and really doesn't stick the landing on some, that it fails to be a simplistic didactic moment like the other ones. it'd be too much of a tangent to go into it)

megs & toudou aka gege explaining to teen boys how not to end up someone akin to an incel

when toudou asked megumi his type, as readers are very clearly led to understand that megumi's point of view is the correct one.

megumi's answer about character being what matters gets clear approval from the two girls present. gege points to the teenage boy reader, look, if you want girls to think you’re okay, think like megumi.

and toudou is very clearly written as cringe, as a guy who tries to be edgy but simps for an idol. there is a stigma in japan against men who obsess about idols because they are considered immature, unable to handle having interactions with other humans and forming parasocial relationships instead. so toudou's rejection of megumi's thinking is put into context. his behaviour puts women off, and shouldn't be taken seriously because he's likely a virgin, too afraid to talk to a real woman.

the attempt is good, but not perfect. because the social ridicule men like toudou get is really annoying, because it's just trying to shame them into being "normal", and it doesn't address the underlying societal and cultural issues that lead to men turning to parasocial relationships for emotional fulfilment. so i'd say 8/10. pretty high because toudou at least was like: don't be homophobic.

ozawa & yuuji aka gege explaining to teen boys how to be a borderline decent human being, and to people with low self esteem due to cultural shunning that they deserve more than basic human decency

gege does the same thing with yuuji and ozawa. ozawa has deeply internalised her fatfobia and turned it into self hatred. she develops a crush on yuuji because he considered her attractive. yes, i think yuuji is generally great and would make a partner happy, but ozawa's primary motivation is that he's normal about her. this teaches the reader: yuuji is the best one among the boys because he's not shallow and fatphobic. but also with ozawa not pursuing yuuji when she got slim, it shows people like her not to settle for the bare minimum of being treated with basic decency. it would've been better if ozawa didn't turn slim because i've seen cis male fans really gloss over everything else, but it's not a completely meaningless attempt. it's just like 5/10.

gojou & miguel aka gege explaining to teen boys how certain widespread stereotypes are actually bigoted

gege has gojou say an openly bigoted thing, get instant push back for it from the affected party and apologise to the person he hurt. it literally teaches the reader, we all have biases, we all are ignorant about things, even the people who the society elevates and puts on a pedestal. and when that happens, when our ignorance is pointed out to us, when it hurts someone, we should not argue, we shouldn’t treat their push back as a personal attack, we should just simply apologise. there's no attempt at gojou apologetics in the text. 10/10, the best of gege's attempts.

racism and colourism and cultural chauvinism are prominent cultural and societal issues in japan. japan also has huge issues with abelism, misogyny, queerphobia, fatphobia to name the biggest ones i can think of. but also these issues are pervasive in all other countries around the world, just to varying degrees. there's no country that is perfect on any of these, some are objectively better on some, but never all, than others and some market themselves as better but are actually fucking awful.

one of the most globalised things is bigotry, it spreads like wildfire. but it also spreads in ways that most people don't understand. you need to be taught critical thinking and reading comprehension and actually taught that they can exist in the first place to pick up on these things, no one is born with these skills and knowledge. if people never encounter stereotypes like "black people are naturally stronger" challenged or discussed, they will not know that 1. they are not true, 2. that they are actually harmful. because on the surface it kinda looks like praise, and people will propagate it thinking that it's praise. gojou isn't trying to insult miguel, his apology makes it clear. he lived in a culture where this opinion was widespread and never thought about it, it vaguely sounded like praise to his ignorance. it doesn't mean that what he said wasn't racist because his intentions were good. i've written before what i think about using intentions to excuse shitty behaviour, i've actually written about it specifically in the context of how the fandom treats gojou's shitty behaviour.

we all have these internalised bigoted opinions in ourselves, not because we're all bad people but because we're surrounded by them. as children we initially trust adults until we learn better that not everyone should be trusted. or that some people can be trusted about some stuff but not everything. so we take what we hear from them at face value. same with the media that we’re all bombarded with. someone has to teach us to notice these things. (if you think you're morally pure and only have good opinions it means that you've not worked through much. there are so many complex issues in our cultures and societies that it's impossible not to have blind spots. but also it means that you're closed to evolving your opinions. many views that used to be progressive 20, 10 years ago are not seen as such anymore. certain interpretations are proposed, seem good but get challenged, and usually turn out to be reductive. believing that there’s some finite and established set of morally good opinions means that you just want a cheat sheet to perform moral purity to get societal brownie points, you’re not really interested in reality)

we need to first learn that we have the biases we do and then also be open to interrogating our preconceived notions, to be actually capable of shedding them. we need to not take personally being called out on it.

but that's hard. the morality policing that is so pervasive online leads many people to never wanting to be wrong. because others will be horrid about it and will never forget. there's no incentive to get better on issues, or grapple with one's own biases when many people online will never accept the idea that someone can make a mistake, be corrected and take that correction to heart and do better from there on. you have one chance to get it right and then well, morally impure brand forever.

and this is one crux of the issue with fandom's reaction to the scene in 255. gojou is shown to have a racist blind spot and happily regurgitates a racist comment. and what happens next doesn't matter. the fandom has decided that gojou is forever tainted because he wasn't fully enlightened to begin with.

what gege did is one of the best ways a story can be aggressively didactic about something like this. show a person doing a bad thing and then show how to sincerely apologise. no apologetics, no relativism, very short, to the point.

but in this day and age, with how people perform leftism through media consumption and fandom, this is met with vitriol. and that's fucking scary because it will make it toxic for others to attempt stuff like this. all of you misinterpreting this so aggressively is actually harmful. idk how much of this will get to gege and other mangaka but it might make some of them believe that it's better to never touch any societal issues because it's not worth the backlash, most of which stems out of either actual lack of reading comprehension or malicious misinterpretation. because gege did it correctly and the fandom just will not accept that.

to the rabid and loud parts of the fandom, gojou having this flaw is either:

the author is just being a dick to their character, therefore the true gojou that lives in his fans' heads is not racist.

or what gojou did actually wasn't racist uwu, or his intentions were pure uwu, it's not that important and you're overreacting.

or gege is racist for even mentioning racism... some of you really think you are leftists and then parrot this tired far right tactic: i'm not bigoted, you're bigoted for mentioning bigotry...

and all of these, all of these completely miss the point of that scene.

this is one of the 3 recent gojou scenes that i think are meant to be redeeming for his major flaws selfishness and insensitivity, and the only one that in my opinion actually works.

the one that is completely garbage and confusing is the one with gakuganji, gojou seemingly is trying to appoint someone to provide structure to the rebuilding after the whole sukuna debacle. like i think it's meant to show gojou actually taking responsibility for his failures (the whole mention of yaga) and show practical concern over futures of the people in his care. previously he kinda showed responsibility over what happened to riko and getou but it was all kinda mired with him getting a power up, and him really still being an irresponsible and selfish guy later on. and all he had to offer the teens he recruited as child soldiers was some "better jujutsu society" that very pointedly lacked on any fucking details as to what it could've been. and him ceding responsibility onto gakuganji, one of the pillars of the previous system really kinda shows hoe vacuous gojou's ideals were. -10/10 on the redemption attempt.

the one that feels very tone deaf is gojou telling ijichi that he trusts him the most. ijichi literally thought that gojou could hit him a few months before that. ijichi a lower ranking person in a hierarchy, believed that a higher ranking person could hit him. the kind of bullying and disrespect that leads someone to believe that is serious, honestly gojou and ijichi kinda remind me of an abusive family dynamic, where the abuser sporadically and irregularly drops some kindness to confuse the victim and make them not leave. and the last act of kindness just doesn't feel that meaningful. 0/10 on the redemption scale.

but this with miguel? a 10/10 redemption moment. gojou isn't prideful when his racism is called out, isn't trying to diminish what he did, isn't avoidant. he apologises. that's it. this is why it actually is a very simple argument against the "gege hates gojou" bs.

that "gege hates gojou" is stupid in general, because it's basically based on the belief that giving a character flaws means the author hates them. and this stems from far right moral purity ideologies that a lot of people have never challenged in themselves. that's why there's so much harassment and vitriol over finding out people put on a pedestal have flaws.

gojou is flawed. each and every one of us is flawed. we all have biases and blind spots and internalised bigoted views, many of which we don't realise we have because we usually don't think about those topics. that point is what we do with that, how we react to realising that a thing we had as some background belief is actually a harmful stereotype. if it's just in our heads then interrogate it, where did it come from, maybe there's more shit like that in our minds that we need to tackle. if we say it, then acting like gojou is actually the way to go. apologise, if necessary do more remediation, and then interrogate where it came from.

having bad opinions doesn't make anyone an intrinsically immoral and impure person. what they do when those opinions are challenged and how they act / what they say next time is the mark of their character.

so many of you moral purity fuckers, who deem themselves leftists, want media to be morality plays. want media to take you by the hand and show you right from wrong. and when an author actually does that, the exact thing you claim you want them to, it literally flies over your fucking heads.

#jjk spoilers #jjk leaks #jjk 255 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojou satoru #jjk miguel #racism #bigotry #this fandom makes me lose brain cells #why do you people even interact with stories if you have no fucking reading comprehension #find a different fucking hobby #or learn to read

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focusontheheart · 6 months

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Meet the Team - meg_noel_art

You can also find @meg-noel-art on: Twitter @ meg_noel_art Instagram @ meg_noel_art

Hi everyone, I’m Meg! I first discovered Horizon back when it released in 2017, but I never truly dove into the entire game and fandom until 2021! There I became fully immersed in the story, characters, and comics. I joined fandom Discord servers and only fell deeper in love with the games as I made many like minded friends! I’ve been creating for the game now for around two years, mostly Hawk and Thrush content, a big surprise for those that know me. My artistic inspiration comes from my love of my favorite characters as well as the headcanons shared with my friends and most of all my partner for this project and all else!

See the Q&A with Meg below the cut!

Q: What is a favorite piece of work you've done (completed, working on, in concept)?

"Pride Aloy and Sunwing (2023)" and "Hawk and Thrushes"!

Q: What are some of your favorite tropes to write, draw, or read?

Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort. I also love AUs, I find them incredibly creative and inspiring.

Q: What is an unexpected thing or fun fact about you?

I used to be a boxer for 3 years when I was attending college!

Q: What has been your favorite thing about working on this project so far?

I’ve really LOVED seeing all the creativity and passion coming from so many corners of this fandom. Everyone coming together to create a wonderful project despite our different interests and preferences. It’s all been such an incredible thing to see and I’m so happy to be a part of it!

#focus on the heart #foth #foth dating sim fangame #foth visual novel fangame #horizon forbidden west #meet the team: artists and writers #artist: meg noel art #aloy x talanah

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cookinguptales · 2 years

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I feel like the more I write Nandor, the more obsessed I get with his obvious abandonment issues and the way that Guillermo doesn’t seem to realize that he’s capable of adding to them.

Like... Guillermo knows that Nandor is lonely. He understands that he’s sad about his wives running away from him and his family being dead. That said... I think Guillermo understands all this on an objective level but that doesn’t mean really gets it, y’know? What that’s done to Nandor over the years.

Nandor, more than any other vampire we’ve seen, is weird about loss. If you think about it, probably every vampire we’ve ever known has gone through some similar tribulations. Losing your friends, family, and loved ones has to be pretty par for the course for vampires, right...? But it’s really fucked Nandor up.

(I mean, deciding to flee the country so he doesn’t get left behind by Laszlo and Nadja first? Okay!!)

Nandor lost a lot when he was turned. Dozens of wives (most of whom apparently hated him anyway), his children, his armies... This pretty clearly affected him more than he lets on (see: how upset he was when Madeline died), but I don’t think that’s even all of it? He lost Jehan long before he died and he’s not over that one yet, either. He steadfastly refuses to handle the way that Gail always leaves him, too. I think to some degree it’s just Nandor’s personality to be profoundly affected by loss.

To a person like that, I can see how vampirism would come to feel like a curse. I think it’s interesting that every time he gets interested in a woman (even if he barely knows her) he defaults to OKAY NOW I WANT TO MAKE YOU A VAMPIRE SO WE CAN BE TOGETHER FOREVER. Like he’s very focused on making sure they are just as immortal as him so, like his family, wives, and Jehan, they will not die before he does.

So then Guillermo... It’s an interesting case because Nandor’s response to him is very similar to some of his lost loved ones, but also the polar opposite. Guillermo clearly means a lot to him, more than Nandor will even admit to himself, and Nandor loses his damn mind every time Guillermo leaves. At the end of s2, he was starting to approach manic levels of “I’M FINE THIS IS FINE I DON’T MISS HIM I AM ACTING NORMAL.” He was willing to completely humiliate himself to bring Guillermo back in s2e8, too.

More importantly, I think, he does tend to treat Guillermo’s extended absences the same way he treats Gail’s. A part of him always believes Guillermo will come back. Also, he gets increasingly twitchy when he doesn’t, he’s fully willing to debase himself in order to get him back, and once he does come back, Nandor never seems to hold it against him that he left. (But he does get more and more upset every time it happens.)

I think part of the reason Nandor can never get over Gail is the same reason why he can’t get over Guillermo... He can’t bring himself to believe that they won’t come back to him. And, in his defense, he’s been right.

But unlike Gail and Meg, Nandor will not even consider turning Guillermo. It’s a complete non-starter. Some of this is probably built-up familiar bias in his head, but I think it’s deeper than that, too... I think the big difference here is what turning Guillermo will mean. For someone like Gail, turning her means that they can be together forever. Nandor no longer needs to worry about her dying of old age like the rest of his family. For Guillermo, though, the two of them essentially have a contract. Guillermo will stay with him until Nandor makes him a vampire. Then? He can leave.

Now, I don’t think for a minute that Guillermo has ever planned on leaving once bitten. And I think that Nandor, on a conscious level, likes to believe that Guillermo will stay, too. (See: the glitter portrait depicting the two of them together as vampires.) But on a subconscious level, the one that’s been left over and over and over again, often by Guillermo... Yeah, I think he worries. I think it’s telling that the only thing Guillermo could do to get a promise out of Nandor that he’d turn him was leave. The fear of Guillermo leaving now was evidently stronger than his fear that he’d leave later.

And I don’t think that Guillermo fully understands any of this. He gets that Nandor has weird loss issues; he says as much in the s3 finale. But I don’t think it was until the cult episode that Guillermo even considered that leaving Nandor both times had hurt him. What he said then, “I guess I know now how it feels. All the times I left or quit.” I think that it’s telling. And you know, every time we see how upset Nandor gets, but he does his best to never let Guillermo know how much he misses him. So maybe he just... doesn’t get it. That he’s put Nandor on edge. That he’s added to his abandonment issues. That he has become one more person that Nandor can lose.

I think the fact of the matter is that Guillermo doesn’t realize he can hurt Nandor that badly just by leaving because Nandor’s repeatedly told him that he won’t miss him when he’s gone -- and Guillermo’s believed him. Guillermo’s self-esteem is definitely growing and I think, again, that he’s starting to understand what his past choices have led to... but I think it’s still difficult for him to conceptualize that his absence can have such a profound meaning on those around him. He doesn’t realize that he has that much power over Nandor yet.

But I guess Guillermo also didn’t see the way Nandor called his name on that train platform. :’)

It’s ironic, because I think all Guillermo has ever really wanted all these years was for Nandor to ask him to stay. He doesn’t realize that, in his own way, Nandor has been doing it pretty much nonstop.

Please just use your words, my stupid darlings...

#I was... goaded into posting this lmao #nandermo #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nandor the relentless #meta #long post

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