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psychedelic-ink · 4 months

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𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 - 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝

pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader

series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

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chapter summary: you decide to host a New Year's party and when Joel shows up soaked to the bone thanks to the rain, you lead him to the bathroom to dry him up.

warnings: piv, secret relationship, dirty talk, joel getting really creative with the shower head

a/n: let's just consider this little fic an alternative version of the question "what if the outbreak didn't happen plus tommy still doesn't know about you and joel" Normally he would learn before outbreak day no matter if the outbreak happens or not but I wanted to keep the sneaking around bit for this one soooo

I would also like to thank everyone who has been following the story! Every comment is precious to me and I appreciate it more than you realize. I'm so happy people are still enjoying it, I have big plans for this series and I will be finishing it spring time. I hope the new year brings you all peace and happiness, happy new year everyone!

**divider by the talented @saradika-graphics xx

Rain washes away everything. It washes away the dirt of the street, rejuvenates the drying trees, makes the grass greener. In Austin rain truly is a blessing. Every living thing hungers for it. To you, it symbolizes the new beginnings and the losses. You half listen to the chatter between Olivia and Tommy as you peek out the window, smooth drops cascading down the surface. For some, the rain wasn’t an ideal weather to have during New Year’s, but to you, it only made the atmosphere cozier.

The crowded party buzzes around you, people laughing, dancing, and sharing stories. You can't help but notice familiar faces from the community seamlessly mingling with Tommy and Olivia's friends, since you were still relatively new you didn’t know many people other than neighbors and asked them to invite people. The room echoes with the joy of New Year's Eve.

It’s been a painful yet surprising year, to say the least. The loss of your grandfather, the unexpected move, the journey to find yourself. . . all of it had been a bit much, a bit daunting. However, as your mind drifts off to the new room in the old house you realize that some things are truly different. You have people who care about you now. You have the Miller’s, Olivia, your art. All in all, it had also been an amazing year.

The thought makes guilt gnaw at your insides. Tommy still doesn’t know about you and Joel, you were supposed to tell him. . .Joel was supposed to tell him but alas neither of you found the courage to come clean. The past couple of months had been so blissful with him. Neither of you wanted to give that up.

The faint smell of cinnamon reaches your nose and you find yourself smiling even though you’re only slightly worried.

Joel’s late.

“He’s fine,” you hear Tommy whine, turning around you see him rolling his eyes. “He’s a big boy, sweetheart. He’ll be okay in a little bit of rain.”

Big boy, indeed.

“Where is he anyway?” Olivia asks, stuffing her mouth full of crackers.

“He went to drop off Sarah—and there’s plenty of food, you’re not off to war you know. You can eat one at a time.”

Olivia slapped Tommy’s shoulder and took a seat next to him, “Bit weird she’s not gonna be here with us.”

“Sarah’s been beggin’ Joel for months. Finally, he caved when she pulled the ‘you know how hard it’s been for me to make friends’ card. Poor man didn’t stand a chance.”

“So,” you continue, sitting across from them. “They spent Christmas together, just the two of them. That was Joel’s deal. And she’s doing her own laundry for two months.”

“Damn, I hope the party is worth it.” Olivia gives you a mischievous grin, her eyes lighting up as they meet your gaze. "You know," she starts, leaning in slightly, "I have this friend, Jake. . .”

You cut her off, "I'm good, Liv. I'm not looking for anything right now."

"Oh, come on! He's sweet, handsome, and he's got a great sense of humor. You two would hit it off."

Your gaze quickly shifts between Tommy and Olivia. His expression tightens ever so slightly, and you catch the subtle change. Olivia, oblivious, or at least choosing to be, continues.

"Just imagine it. A romantic date, a nice dinner, maybe a movie... He’ll treat you right and if he doesn’t I’ll break his arms."

"Liv, really, I appreciate it, but I'm not ready for that kind of thing. Besides, I'm pretty content with how things are right now."

Olivia narrows her eyes. "It’s been a year, you’re ready for one date. Trust me." Then, much to your horror, she turns to Tommy and gestures to you. “Back me up Tommy, isn’t she ready?”

Tommy clears his throat, looking uncomfortable as ever. He parts his lips and worry knots itself deep in your stomach.

Luckily, you’re saved by a slightly drunk woman you don’t recognize and let out a break of relief. She situates herself next to Tommy, throwing a hand over his broad shoulder, she pulls him close and whispers something in his ear, fingers playfılly dancing over the fabric of his shirt. Olivia rolls her eyes but honestly, you’re happy and grateful for the distraction.

You’re saved a second time when the door opens, the sudden sound of rain drawing your attention. You smile instinctively upon seeing Joel, which is a bit rude you figure, because he looks miserable. His leather jacket is dripping, hair sticking to his forehead. Just how hard was it pouring outside? Must’ve picked up when you, Olivia, and Tommy were chatting along.

Joel, with dropped shoulders and head, spots Tommy first and then you. He makes his way, the defeated walk making him look like a teenager. Tommy bursts out laughing when he sees his older brother, the sound deepens the furrow between Joel’s brows.

“You look like shit!” Tommy says and you notice Olivia desperately trying to hide her laughter behind her palm.

“It’s rainin’ cats and dogs you jackass.” Your eyes move up gradually up his body. The rain had darkened the color of his shirt, the flimsy fabric sticking to the planes of his chest. Heat rises to your cheeks. “Is there anythin’ I can burrow sweet tea? Maybe somethin’ that August left behind?”

“What?” you clear your throat, blinking, you meet his gaze. His knowing smile is enough to set fire between your legs. “Sorry didn’t quite catch that.”

“Shirt,” he says, lips curling. “Unless you want me drippin’ all over your couch, somethin’ dry would be nice.” He raises a brow when you continue to stare at him, dazed. “Maybe your brother left behind somethin’?”

Oh god, he’s spelling every word slow and careful meaning he definitely knows you’ve been ogling him. You get up quickly, ignoring the proximity between your bodies, you’d expected him to take a step back but he was as still as stone. You’re like an open book, hopefully, the pretty lady perched next to Tommy is enough to distract him.

“Yeah, sure,” you answer, breathing a bit heavily. You don’t need to say anything else as you begin to part the crowd, leading him upstairs to the bathroom. You can feel him right behind you, the heat radiating off of him warming your back.

Finally reaching the bathroom, you push him inside and quickly close the door, leaning against it, you let out a breath.

However, you don’t get to breathe in when you feel a pair of lips against your own. You shudder as his soaked chest presses against yours, hands cupping your waist, Joel guides your hips towards him. He’s hard as a rock. He swallows the soft voices climbing up your throat and grinds roughly against you.

“Fuck, honey,” he rasps, dragging his lips to your cheek. “You really know how to get a man goin’.”

“I didn’t even do anything.”

“You starin’ at me like you’re about to devour me ain’t nothin’.” he nips at your neck, your body burning at the sharpness. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Don’t remember saying that,” you tease and thread your finger through the wet locks. “You’re cold.”

“You should warm me up then.”

You slip your hands under his shirt, not missing the way he shudders against you. He brings his lips back up, only an inch away, but refuses to close the distance. You keep stroking him. Warm palms moving up and down against cold and damp skin. Joel’s forehead drops onto yours.

“You do realize there’s a party going on outside right? A part that includes your brother, who we are keeping us a secret from.”

“For someone worried about the crowd you’re doin’ a whole lot to tempt me, darlin’.” he kisses your jaw. “You look beautiful by the way.”

You’re happy to hear that because he was the only reason why you decided to wear a low-cut shimmering silver dress. You had also opted to wear an almost sheer pair of black stockings underneath, giving your legs a lovely glow.

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

“I love it when you call me sir,” he groans and presses harder against you. Your eyes flutter closed but despite it, you can feel his gaze taking in the bathroom. “You fancied up the place quite a bit.”

A hoarse laughter escapes your throat, “You should thank the crowd downstairs for the fancy towels and the smell of vanilla.”

“You know. . . now that I’m thinkin’ about it it ain’t fair I’m the only one wet.”

“Believe me, Joel, I am soaking wet.”

“That’s not what I meant sunshine,” he gives you a lopsided smile before tugging you towards the tub. “Come’re.”

You wordlessly follow him into the porcelain, your curiosity piqued. His fingertips trace up your waist and find the hidden zipper, slowly, he tugs it down, the sound of it inaudible from the beating of your heart. The dress pools under your knees and your gaze is fixed on him as you step out of the soft fabric. While you’re taking in the sight of his hair curling on his forehead, he takes in the sight of the soft contours of your body. He presses a soft kiss against your stomach, a shudder crawls up your spine.

“Turn around.” He orders, voice dropping to a whisper.

“What about my stockings?”

“I’ll take care of’em.”

You brace your hand against the wall, sticking your ass out, you smile when you hear the hitch of his breath. His knuckles follow the curve of your spine and a second later you hear a loud rip.

“Joel—“

“I’ll get you new ones.” You feel him reaching up and at the same time, he slides your panties to the side. He hums. “You are wet.”

“Told you so.”

You hear a soft click, you’re barely able to register the sound as he begins to dip between your folds and stroke. Somehow your brain whispers to you that he’s adjusting the pressure of the shower head. “What are you doing back there?”

“Remember when you told me how much you enjoyed the different settings when I changed the pipes and the shower head?” You honestly didn’t. “Well, I haven’t, darlin’.”

He turns on the water, away from you thankfully, but you still tense at how cold it is as it gathers at the bottoms of your feet.

“I know baby, I know. It’ll get warmer soon.”

And it does. Your body relaxes, the subtle warmth prompting the arch of your back. Joel gently pushes your legs apart, pushing the shower head between your legs directly onto your—

“Oh god—Joel, fuck—“

“Such a filthy mouth for such a good girl,” he says into your ear. “Bet you’ve done this before sweetheart.”

You had, well. . . You tried. But it hadn’t felt as good at this. A single forceful stream of insistent water massages your clit. The arousal that pulses between your legs is washed away down your thighs. Without even realizing you start to hold your breath and embarrassingly enough you roll your hips.

You need more. You need him.

Your legs part wider, trembling as you try to tell him but instead of sentences needy whimpers echo from your throat. You feel his smile on the back of your neck, teeth scraping your warm skin every time your hips twitch. He starts moving the showerhead and your entire body goes numb. It’s so much but so little at the same time.

“You’re being loud, sweetheart.” You shake your head, trying desperately to bite back the moans. “But maybe you like the idea of our friends hearing how needy you get for me.”

You clench at the words, nails scraping against the smooth surface of the wall.

“Please. . .”

“Please what?”

Damn him.

“Fuck me,” you gasp out. “Fuck me please—I’m. . . I’m going insane.” As if to demonstrate your words, you grind down until the shower head spreads your folds, a groan reverberating in your throat as the water fills every inch. “Just fuck me, give me your cock.”

“What if I say I want you to come like this?”

You don’t even think as you answer, “I’ll cry.”

He stills like the calm before the storm then bursts out laughing. Some logical part of your brain is urging you to shush him, remind him that people might hear but you can’t when he sounds so joyful. His deep voice full of life.

“Fine, sweet tea, you win. Wouldn’t want you to cry durin’ New Year’s.”

Joel turns off the water and you turn, facing him as he does. His eyes widen when you cup his cheeks, he’s so warm now, so soft from the steam. “Let’s head to my bedroom,” you mutter. “Auggie’s spare clothes are there anyway.”

His hands softly land on your hips, thumbs moving over the waistband of your stockings. “You sure?”

“I want to see you when you bury yourself into me.”

That’s all he needs to hear before dragging you out of the bathroom. You both hurry, the sound of the party still lively downstairs. Luckily your bedroom is close to the bathroom so there isn’t much risk as you follow him out half naked, your sparkling dress in hand.

As soon as you both enter the bedroom, his lips are on yours, pushing you towards the bed until the back of your knees hits the edge and you fall. He follows your dive, his weight pleasant on top of you.

Feeling numb with want, you quickly tug his shirt off of him, and his hands fumble with his belt. Joel doesn’t even bother to take his pants off completely. He frees himself with one hand and pushes in without a word. You both moan, mouths inches apart from each other. Neither of you breaks away from the eye contact. It’s so intimate like this. Your cheeks burning at how naked you feel having him witness the parting of your lips, the flutter of your gaze.

You feel so full, so complete. The slow drag of his cock making you see starts every time he presses forward, brushing against something devastating inside you with every move. Tears gather in your lashes and he kisses them away. Then he drags his lips down to your neck, sucking at nipping. Your breath catches in your throat, your back arching as you clench around him. He groans into your skin, thrusts becoming shallow and quick.

“I’m not gonna last, honey,” he rasps. “Tell me where.”

Just as he says that his hand slides between your bodies, finding your throbbing clit. He draws quick circles, your muscles constricting immediately. At the very last second Joel covers your mouth with his own, muffling your cry as you gush around him, insides twitching and pulsing. He swallows the sounds hungrily. “Where?” he growls against your lips.

“On my pussy,” you gasp. “Want to feel you there.”

He tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth before moving away, you spread your legs further, pushing yourself apart with two fingers. Your mouth waters at the sight of him. His hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he strokes himself. It doesn’t take him long to come undone. Your eyes roll when you feel it. The vicious spurt of his come, the way it drips. It feels like it lasts forever. He comes and comes and comes— painting you with his seed.

When he’s done, he slips his softening cock back inside, pushing himself deeper into you. You both whimper in unison, and he nuzzles the crook of your neck. You begin to play with the ends of his hair, nails scratching the back of his neck.

“Happy New Year, Joel.”

“Happy New Year, sweet tea.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfic #tommy miller x reader #stay in bed new years special #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfic

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peachesofteal · 4 months

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On the back of the lights on anon, I know this isn’t your kind of thing normally, but what would Christmas in dead disco look like?

🎄 I feel like this usually is my thing?

Christmas, if the guys are home, is a special time. You usually don’t work, one of the lucky ones who gets the entire week off, so you get to be home, soaking it all in.

Christmas morning starts with everyone exchanging gifts. You take your time, always trying to drag it out, not wanting the magic to slip away so fast, and neither of them argue, more than eager to let it last as long as possible. After, Johnny makes breakfast while you and Simon have a cuddle on the couch, before he falls back asleep. Then Johnny will switch him out, dragging you the other side, folding his legs in with Simon’s as he puts on a Christmas movie, coffee and cinnamon rolls for snacking sitting atop the table. It stays like that for a while, calm and warm, everyone sleepy and sated. No unnecessary stress, just the three of you enjoying each other all day. The lights stay low, the Christmas movies marathon until it’s time to go to bed, and everyone has a happy little holiday ✨

#peaches asks #dead disco

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i-luvsang · 1 year

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,, ✿ { florist!au — choi jongho

¿ ｡′ gn!reader , baker!reader , fluff , inspired by this ask , cw: mentions of people being rude assholes , wc: 1.5K ！！

✧ florist!jongho is a beautiful concept my fellow simps

✧ he fits his little shop !! so well !!

✧ well organized sections of all different types of flowers fill the space to the brim

✧ and there he stands in the midst of the fragrance, the picture of perfection in his casual but unbelievably crisp and clean outfit

✧ he always wears nice button-ups with slacks or jeans and often has a brown apron over it all as he makes boquets

✧ he’s known for his very classy, crisp, yet unique arrangements

✧ which is why he’s very popular for weddings

✧ honestly most of his time and work goes into weddings ever since he was hired by a fairly popular wedding-planning company

✧ your situation is quite similar to his, in fact your baked goods catering was popularized by that same company, yes, at the same wedding

✧ and what really stood out about that first wedding you worked at together was the very specific theme of the couple

✧ everything was centered around tulips

✧ and of course you both went all out ot match that theme

✧ honestly, for jongho it was a bit easier because he was able to straight up use tulips in all of his arrangements

✧ but you on the other hand made a wide range of tulip shaped treats and detailed icing decorations of tulips on others

✧ and without the two of you ever actually meeting, your dessert table was a perfect match to his flower arrangements in terms of color palette and all of that

✧ they were matching so well that the gorgeous wedding went decently viral online and everyone thought that the two of you worked together

✧ so people tried contacting the wedding planners to ask about “who did the flowers and desserts?” and they all walk away a bit disappointed because you two are completely separate in what you do

✧ of course, you both are aware of this, but you don’t really do anything about it because like

✧ you were both working and it’s just a coincident that your arrangements matched so well

✧ but the next wedding you work at, you somehow find out that the “flower guy” is the same as the last one

✧ this time you actually do see each other, as you end up setting up your work around the same time

✧ yet, neither of you say anything past a polite hello when he sets up his flowers on your dessert table

✧ you definitely can’t help but notice that he’s very handsome

✧ and that once again, though it’s not as obvious as the last wedding, your dessert and his flowers look very cohesive

✧ and honestly it just keeps happening over and over again

✧ so because you run into each other so frequently the teo of you begin chatting and getting to know each other just a bit more at each wedding as set-up happens

✧ and at one wedding, he grabs one of your business cards off of your table while you’re away because he’s become increasingly interested in (and attracted to) you

✧ later that night he takes a good look at the card and realizes almost right away that your little bakery is just a block away from his flower shop

✧ so after a few days of serious debate in his head of whether or not it would be weird to show up at your workplace

✧ his desire to see you outside of a wedding venue wins him over, and he pops into your bakery before he goes to open up his own shop

✧ for you, it’s a very pleasant surprise because you too are definitely attracted to him

✧ when you ask him what brings him here, he gets all flustered, barely able to explain that he noticed that your shop is close to his

✧ so you’re all intrigued like oh! where’s your store?

✧ he tells you and you’re like omg! i’ve always wanted to visit that one, it’s so pretty! i didn’t know it was yours

✧ he thanks you bashfully before asking what baked good you recommend

✧ and you tell him your favorite is the cinnamon rolls, but that you think he’d like the savory scones more

✧ and he’s very curious how you figured that out, because he doesn’t like sweets generally

✧ he doesn’t know that you overheard him telling that to someone at a wedding about a month ago

✧ he ends up ordering a cheddar and chive scone, and when he takes the bag from you, he can tell it’s still warm, fresh out of the oven

✧ only until he leaves and tries the treat does he truly realize all the hype behind your baking

✧ obviously you’re a very popular baker for weddings, you’ve got to be good

✧ but this scone is on another level

✧ the next thing the he knows, he’s visiting your bakery several times a week for breakfast before opening his shop or during his lunch break

✧ you get to know each other better each passing day

✧ and somehow neither of you can catch each other’s hints that you like each other

✧ he brings you small bouquets to brighten up your shop

✧ and you’ll pack extra little goods into his orders

✧ but you remain friends until a few months later, you’re setting up another wedding together

✧ and the caterers for the main meal are being absolutely awful to you, blaming you for a tray falling when you were halfway across the room, passing rude comments about your work, and knocking over one of your displays

✧ jongho has just about finished setting up his flowers in the main room when he hears a tray clattering to the floor and your sharp gasp

✧ he runs over and immediately asks if you’re okay and starts picking up cookies with you

✧ you nod but he can see unshed tears of frustration in your eyes

✧ he knows you don’t want him to draw attention to that though, so he just helps you to clean everything up then insists on helping you set up the rest of the dessert table

✧ unfortunately, he has to wrap up his own work in the foyer

✧ so he bids you a very gentle goodbye so you don’t have to spend more time with the other rude workers

✧ but every chance he gets after you leave, he’s constantly sending death glares to the catering personelle

✧ and late that night when the wedding guests have cleared out and you have to return to collect your catering supplies

✧ you’re surprised to see jongho inside, because he never has to return to retrieve his flowers

✧ but he gives you a soft smile as you approach him as if he was waiting for you

✧ you ask him why he’s there, and he simply tells you that he felt like coming to help you pack up

✧ you can’t imagine why he’d do that, it’s not as if he would get paid, so you tell him that he really didn’t have to do that

✧ but he shrugs because he’s already here, you might as well just accept his help

✧ you relent because he’s right, but also because a part of you is beyond relieved that he’s here

✧ when you came back, you expected to be berated by the other catering team again and after everything that happened before, you were quite worried

✧ but jongho’s presence is comforting to you, and to your relief, no one bothers you once

✧ when the two of you leave the venue, you expect to part ways with him, but rather than allowing you to take the large bag he was carrying for you, he takes it straight to his car

✧ you jog after him, ready to ask what he’s doing

✧ but before you get a word in, he asks a question to confirm his plans

✧ “you’re taking the bus right?”

✧ you nod, so he opens up his trunk and places the bag he was carrying into his car, then takes the rest from your hands without a word

✧ only after he closes his trunk does he calm your protests, telling you to hop in the front because there’s no way he’s letting you take the bus alone this late at night with so much to carry

✧ relenting, you sigh and get into his car, secretly very glad at his extra offer to help

✧ the drive to your bakery is mostly quiet, but comfortably so

✧ he opens the car door for you then does the bulk of the work of moving your supplies back into your shop

✧ then you find yourself standing face to face with him outside, ready to bid him a final goodbye for the night

✧ “let me drive you home,” he says

✧ you protest once again, telling him he’s already done too much for you tonight

✧ but he insists, “i want to. please, let me drive you home.”

✧ the sincerity of his words surprises you, but with a quickly beating heart, you nod and get into his car for a second time that night

✧ in front of your apartment, there just may have been a whispered confession of love that flowed from his mouth, both reckless and thoughtful at the same time, and another that came from your lips in the shape of a soft kiss to his cheek

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fruityfroggy · 14 days

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ASGKJKUYFG TYSM @anonymocha FOR GIVING ME A DIRECTION TO GO WITH MY RAMBLINGS<3

Anyways…oh Verdigris, I’ve come up with so many extra bits and pieces to her lore in the past month or so and I didn’t really get to talk about her in the first place, so I’m glad that someone’s interested (this is gonna be so long, I can feel it)

First things first, we’ll get the big thing out of the way: her arcane skill. Kind of a big part of her story is how she is a “plant whisperer”, which means that she’s able to hear the voices of plants and therefore communicate with them. This made her form a prominent sense of empathy for plants, as they are unheard by everyone except her.

(Now, a lot of the things I’ll mention about Verdigris will make a lot more sense)

So a fun little fact is that plants have a “way of speaking” that sounds more poetic than your normal speech, since they’re just describing things based off of what they know from nature. And because of her arcane skill, Verdigris does talk like them a little (which just comes off as being poetic/dramatic). Another thing that comes with this “way of speaking” are “Titles of the Plants”, which is the thing that you remind the plants of, that they therefore refer to you by (Vertin is “The Wandering Wind”, Sonetto is “The Shade in Daylight”, etc).

Why am I mentioning this? Well but of course it’s for yuri reasons! Because this is the perfect way for Verdigris to subtly and sapphic-ly pine for a certain arcanist by the title: Ray of Sun (and who this refers to is not disclosed). She mentions this “Ray of Sun” quite frequently in her diary, which I’d imagine could be one of those pages of text you can find between stages, as well as in her intimacy voiceline (which I haven’t written, but we can imagine, okay).

Anywho…when it comes to interacting with other arcanists, Verdigris is very much the most likeable out of my three ocs here (she’s just a cinnamon roll, not toxic or hard to communicate with). So she gets along with basically everyone in the suitcase. Chaotic or calm, she’s patient enough to talk to them. Tho she’s the closest with Lilya I’d say, since they’re bonding over a shared language/heritage and shut up, it’s adorable. Especially since Verdigris didn’t have anyone to speak Russian to for a long time (she lived in Spain, that’s why) and Russian was her mother’s language (she never got to meet her, so it holds special significance to her (things are getting angsty haha)). This problem was the whole reason she created her own critters actually. But hey, now she has someone and the vibes are good again.

As for their dynamic, it’s obvious that they have a “balancing each other out” situation, and I like to call it “Lilya and her designated driver” as a joke. But truthfully, Verdigris is surprisingly down with most of her shenanigans and no one understands why. Lilya kinda just wants to show Verdigris all the “fun stuff” she usually does, and she just goes along with it while some of the other arcanists watch them in horror (they’re just having a good time tho). When Verdigris is busy, Lilya would go visit her workshop to see what she’s doing like: "What you making, Verdie?:]" (she finds it interesting).

Considering what she does, I feel like Verdigris would probably be crossing paths with Medpoc kinda often as well (hehe). Verdigris just isn’t super affected by Medpoc’s hostility, and still treats them very well after getting yelled at. Once they warm up to her tho, she kinda becomes their emotional support (aka the person they rant to while she hands them a cookie or smth), and they’d pass out together while working across from each other, since neither of them remember to sleep (or do anything else).

I also think that she could help Shamane repair and/or upgrade his mechanical arm (since that’s kinda her specialty), and in turn gain a new father figure. Shamane would definitely like her Dendrogues and greet them when he sees them hopping around as well.

Some honourable mentions are the other calm healers (Dikke and Tooth Fairy). Dikke would grow fond of Verdigris for how fair and thoughtful is, but she'd tell her to not be so tolerant of everything. As for her and Tooth Fairy’s situation, they actually have pretty similar vibes, so they’d probably do some somewhat questionable things together that aren’t so questionable if they’re doing it, like baking together (there’s definitely no tooth fairies in the muffins they’re making, don’t question the taste of plums) and going out into the forest to look for teeth.

Oh right! Verdigris also has a small interaction with Pristine after implanting the new heart she made for her, since Pristine’s original heart (crystal) is the thing that makes her body possessable to Arcana (there’s some context from this post that is needed to understand what I’m talking about). This is a big plot point in Pristine’s story, so guess who’s growing attached to Verdigris. Yeah, she kinda just follows her around whenever she sees her from there on out, maybe even tugs on her sleeve saying “Where art thou headed to? Let me go with thee!” (Welcome to motherhood, Verdigris!)

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LOZ Character Analysis/Rant

The Hero of Time

‘the flow of time is always cruel’

Forced to grow up too quickly, to abandon childhood and embrace adulthood for the sake of his destiny and kingdom. Neither Ganondorf nor Majora were the true villains. Time itself as always been Link’s true enemy.

Ironic that history will forever champion him as The Hero of Time.

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To be honest he never struck me as the cold serious type. I feel like he only became hardened and jaded as his perspective on his past experiences changed with age. I mean, look at that goofy kid! He was a mischievous little gremlin back in the day and I won’t hear otherwise. He would have been very sociable with the forest children, playing games, playing pranks and living a carefree life.

At least subconsciously, he was aware that he was different to the Korkiri. This would have been pointed out to him due to him being the only one without a bonded fairy until much later in life and the fact that everyone was aware that he was growing up. This wouldn’t have been a major concern for him at the time. It would be 7 years later.

The inciting incident that spurs his adventure is the death of his mentor figure: The Great Deku tree. This would have had a profound effect on the young boy, but the send off was so inspiring that more than anything it motivates Link to fulfil his new role. The Deku tree recounts to Link the creation story of the three Golden Goddesses and the business with Ganondorf. At the time much of this would have flown over Link’s head who was probably more focused on the fact that his tree dad was dying and the job he needed to do.

Much later in life though, realising that there are supposedly benevolent beings with infinite power who created this world who sit around and let fiends like Ganondorf cause such misery would add to his jaded view of the world.

Leaving the Korkiri forest must have been bittersweet, especially since he had to do it alone, for the forest children could not leave (I feel like if Saria could, Link would have wanted her to join him). The first part of OoT must have been a blast for child Link. For a short time he got to go out and explore Hyrule with no strings attached, a truly free kid (many characters refer to him as a child quite often: ‘kid’, ‘lad’, ‘fairy boy’).

At his young age he didn’t properly grasp the severity of the situation, and saw the quest as fun. To his credit, things were going great, he met princesses (and got engaged to a fish princess! He would’ve looked forward to bragging to Mido about it), wrangled himself a loyal horse and explored the land (bet this cinnamon roll had planned to bring back gifts for his friends in the forest).

Then Ganondorf pulled the rug out from everyone and great googly boogly, it all went to shit.

The shock of waking up from what he probably initially assumed was a nap must have traumatised him. Imagine waking up to realise you had missed out on puberty, see the kingdom in ruins, your woodland father figure is dead, your childhood friend/crush is dead and it’s your job to fix everything.

He did everything perfectly up until now. None of this was deserved.

At first he might have felt guilty for abandoning the kingdom, but honestly I think that would have dissolved into sheer anger the more he thought it through. Since he was a child, nothing regarding the 7 year coma can really be attributed to him specifically. And being 9 I don’t think that would register until much later in his life, but due to the confusing nature of the whole thing, he wouldn’t know who to blame or what to direct his anger to. Hence the bitterness he carries with him.

Fi obviously didn’t want him to perish. She did what she did to give him the best fighting chance, but perhaps it was poor judgment on her part to prioritise the wellbeing of her master over that of the kingdom. It was the right call in terms of protecting the hero, but it screwed over literally everyone else. Not to mention that the Royal Family and Raru had been duped by Ganondorf and Zelda/Lullaby had been forced into hiding.

All in all, I don’t think the 7 year coma was anyone’s fault; the forces of good made their moves and Ganondorf just outplayed them.

Link himself wasn’t a much of a player at all, more like a variable both sides used in order to outplay the other. The outcome of this struggle behind the scenes was cruel and unfair in the eyes of the hero. He’d done what he was told, he had purified the Zora and Goron’s guardian deities, he had collected all the sacred elemental gemstones and was ready to claim the power that was his birthright.

Raru, Fi, Hylia, the Goddesses even the Royal Family failed the Hero of Time. But he wouldn’t have thought this back then because he believed that he was destined for greatness. He’d been told by the Deku tree that he’d accomplish amazing things and save the kingdom. In his mind, he had failed.

Since Time still pretty much had the mind of a child in the latter half of OoT, he probably deviated from the main quest, unable to resist the need to help the suffering people. The sight of the kingdom he’d just explored now in such disharmony, a twisted corrupted version of itself, must have been awful. The kingdom had already been taken over, so there was no real need to hurry, he just needed to focus on building up his strength and make sure he defeated Ganondorf. It probably also took him a fat while to get used to his new body.

Because of this, I’m genuinely not surprised that there’s a canon outcome where he dies to Ganon. The odds were against him from the get-go. There was no way he was going to be at his best when he was still mentally 9 and in a body he’d barely gotten any experience in. Maybe he misjudged a sword strike, overestimated his reach or underestimated his speed. It wouldn’t have taken much, just one small mistake for it all to be over.

On the flip side, following the outcome where he does win, it would be a massive boost in ego. Not in an arrogant way, more just in self assured confidence. The fact that he was able to overcome all that despite the trash hand dealt by the Gods and his own weapon, would give him the attitude of not fearing what life throws at him. Although it wouldn’t make him reckless, it would be the reason why he’d continue to go out adventuring and helping people. He has the hero’s spirit after all, going out of his way to do what’s right is in his nature.

The trauma from speedrunning childhood was probably the main reason he allowed Zelda to send him back in time. That, and to expose Ganondorf before he can cause all that devastation. He probably thought it would be exclusively beneficial for him and the kingdom, by way of erasing those 7 years of hardship under Ganondorf’s takeover...not splitting the timeline. I feel like Zelda knew it would cause a timeline split (she has the Triforce of Wisdom, she 100% knew and you can’t tell me otherwise) and leave her timeline without a hero, but purposefully put his wishes above that of hers and the kingdom. Maybe out of pity and/or guilt.

To protect him, she didn’t mention that teeny weeny world shattering detail.

Regarding Sheik, I think Time would have liked and respected them a lot during OoT, taking comfort in their guidance. Probably saw them in an older sibling sort of light, quickly feeling comfortable to joke around with them and maybe confide a bit too. I don’t know how he’d feel about them being Zelda, because I don’t know how he’d feel about Zelda herself. It wouldn’t be overwhelmingly positive though, some of that unyielding bitterness would be directed at her I’d imagine.

After all he lost everything, his father-figure, his best friends, his childish innocence and doesn’t even have a home to return to anymore. But Zelda? When all this is said and done she can return to her life of privileged luxury, ready to rule the kingdom healed by the Hero of Time (and the sages too). To be fair that’s adult-timeline Zelda, child-timeline Zelda isn’t really the Zelda he knew, but he probably isn’t too keen on having much to do with her either.

I feel like there would be things from both OoT and MM he’d struggle to get over later in life, due to him being so young when he experienced them.

Needless to say he never touched the Master Sword again.

His desperation to find Navi at the end of OoT is interesting though. It shows that he cares about her, but she wasn’t kidnapped or went missing...she left him. It’s possible Link thought she just needed to go somewhere, but I don’t think that was the case.

No matter the reason, it was for all intensive purposes, a dick move. Because even if you’re not a Korkiri, I believe you can still make it into the forest if you have a fairy companion to guide you. Be doing this, she effectively locks Link out of the Korkiri forest, banishing him from his childhood and robbing him of the chance to live in carefree peace with the forest children. So aside from missing her, he probably chased after her because without her, he can never return home.

And we know in LU that years later she still hasn’t come back...

During his life leading up to LU, he was probably going with the flow. There was no way back into the Korkiri forest without Navi, so he sort of aimlessly roamed around Hyrule and went wherever there was adventure. Helping anyone who needed it, taking down dangerous monsters and travelling around the kingdom. He didn’t think of it as a job and didn’t take it too seriously, he knew he had the power to do good so like his predecessors before him, and did what was right because he could.

I do like the idea that sometime before LU, maybe in his mid twenties, there was an incident where he used the Fierce Deity mask and something went horribly wrong. He ended up defeating whatever forced him to resort to that power, but it resulted in the Fierce Deity almost possessing him, or the power itself tried to take over for a moment- either way it lead to the missing eye and tattoos.

I have a fair bit more to say on the Fierce Deity...but I’ll leave it there for now.

Time never saw the masks he collected as toys. Some were connected to the dead, one housed a very powerful entity and therefore needed to be treated with respect. Keeping the collection mostly to honour those they represented and maybe also as proof of the adventure. MM was another thankless quest, no one outside of Termina (which may or may not exist) knows what happened there, so he could tell stories using the masks as evidence that he wasn’t full of shit.

That being said, his skill as a swordsman and warrior would be enough for most to believe him. He’s had a long while to master the blade and was probably besting even the most skilled knights in the Hyrulean Army while back in his child body after OoT. He can use a bunch of different items, shoot a bow with deadly accuracy and even do a nifty bit of magic.

Unfortunately, due to his circumstances his intelligence stat capped off mid-way through childhood. Filling his time with adventure and daring do meant he wasn’t exactly hitting the books and making up for the lost years of homeschooling...or tree-schooling in his case. As such, he’s a very slow reader, his handwriting is like that of a 4th grader’s, his arithmetic is excellent as long as the numbers don’t get to big or the math more complex than adding, subtracting and multiplying. Also statistics and fractions smaller than 1/4 mean basically nothing to him.

In his defence, what’s reading a few books compared to year’s worth of life experience? This man is wise beyond his years, always aware of his surroundings and one could say he’s very much a people person. The only thing that didn’t improve with age is his cringe humour.

Since the Hero’s Shade looked heavily armoured, it seems likely that Time was officially signed up to the army but maybe as a reserve and has had knight’s training once he became old enough to enlist. Things didn’t go smoothly after Ganondorf was outed by kid Lullaby and Time. The King of Thieves didn’t get arrested lying down, he got arrested after a long drawn out bloody conflict with the Royal Family.

This conflict led to the Gerudo being chased out the desert and the reuse of their Spirit Temple, turning it into a prison: the Arbiter’s Grounds. Time couldn’t fight in this war because it happened when he was still a kid (could have ended when he was in his mid teens) and since he isn’t known as the legendary hero there was no way the army would let a minor fight in their ranks. He wouldn’t have risked pulling out the Master Sword to prove his status, for fear of Fi putting him in stasis again or Ganondorf having access to the Triforce and Sacred Realm.

He may be bitter towards the Master Sword, but he’s downright hateful of Royal Family. He saw evidence of the atrocities the Sheikah committed under their orders in the Shadow Temple, their cruelty towards the Gerudo and incompetence to stop Ganondorf in his original timeline. Hence why he spends his life doing his own thing rather than rise the ranks of their army.

Music is incredibly important to him. It not only serves as a meaningful connection to Saria and the life he once had, but it’s also how he interacts with the world and enforces his will on it. Again, as a kid he only saw the ocarina as a practical little instrument that could do cool things (btw I know for a fact that Time would never drop Saria’s ocarina or favour it to Zelda’s, even if it’s something the player can do. He wouldn’t do it willingly, only resorting to it if he needed space for a item that could save his life), but as he grew into an adult appreciated its connection to space as well as time.

He may travel alone, but that’s mostly due to the sense of isolation he acquired from his experiences and the burden of bearing the God-like power of the Fierce Deity. On days off or when he feels he needs a break, he’ll seek out the company of those he cares about. Those relationships would have started from scratch, because in this timeline no one remembers him and courageous acts he committed to save Hyrule.

Still has a deep connection to the Korkiri forest. Even though he couldn’t return. It’s a safe bet to assume that the Hero’s Shade is in fact a Stalfos. What if the reason he risks going into the Lost Woods without a fairy guide was because he’d heard news that the Korkiri Forest was falling into decay. The Deku tree still dies in this timeline and without a new sapling to replace him, the forest dies. What if Link went to try and save the forest by finding a new sapling, only to find himself lost and cursed to forever roam the haunted woods as the Hero’s Shade. All while his home slowly perishes.

Leaving the forest in the decrepit state seen in Twilight Princess, with the hollow husk of the Deku Tree serving as the game’s first dungeon. Who knows the fate of the Korkiri...

Twilight’s existence makes him exceedingly happy. Before that revelation, he probably didn’t think too much about stuff like legacy, descendants and passing down his skills. He’d have a funny view on nostalgia. Spent most of his life not putting too much thought into the past or dwelling on a future that may not come to past if he doesn’t make it back from an adventure. Until he gets a family of his own. The normalcy and security his wife and kid(s) bring will finally have him looking at the past fondly and the future with hope.

I’ll leave you with a couple more famous OoT quotes:

‘melody that will draw you into infinite darkness’

‘A childish mind will turn into noble ambition’

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Thanks for reading!

I truly believe that this incarnation of Link is one of the most interesting. Imagine what having control over yet being completely at the mercy of the flow of time would do to a person. There are lots of other interpretations you can pull from Link’s experience on OoT and MM, which is a testament to the incredible game design.

Expect edits every now and then for posts like these. They take a while to write and I don’t always proofread...

If you enjoyed this post check my other ones:

Hero of Twilight character analysis

Hero of the Sky character analysis (TP story) From Shadows: Link’s backstory

Masterlist

#legend of zelda #legend of zelda ocarina #ocarina of time #link ocarina #time #linked universe #linked universe twilight #time linked universe #zelda #loz #oot #loz oot #lu time #lu twilight #linked universe time #lu mask #majora's mask #loz mm #majora

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Hi so you don't have to if you don't want to but. I'm curious about your thoughts on all the main characters of The Rookie. So, on a scale of one to ten (ten being you would die for them and one being you really dislike them) where would you rank the main characters (and anyone else you feel like talking about!)

DUDE are you kidding me?? I don’t think you understand how much I would LOVE to subject my weirdly specific opinions about The Rookie onto unsuspecting followers. Fair warning: this could get lengthy. I have a Lot of Feelings.

HERE WE GO!!

(disclaimer: I’m only rating the main characters that have stuck around until/are new in season 5. there are just too many temporary ones to keep track of everyone)

starting off strong with my best dude, my main squeeze… John Nolan himself.

Solid 12/10

1 point off for his current taste in women (see Nune, Bailey)

BUT a million 3 extra points for being the straight shooting square golden retriever dad we all know and love 🫶 He (along with Grey) is the most constant, reliable entity on this show and I really appreciate that about him. I think season 5 had so much potential in watching him grow and learn in a teaching role, but unfortunately the writers did him dirty. Between teaching Celina and dating Bailey (neither of whom have solid relationships with any other main character) he felt isolated from the rest of the team and therefore weakened; the opposite of what he’s been in seasons 1-4. I hope it’s something they change going forward. That said, I still adore this man. Nolan my absolute BELOVED

Lucy Chen

10/10

TEN out of TEN. This woman owns my heart, she’s way too good for this world, too pure. If the sun and the moon were one person, they would be Lucy Chen. I absolutely adore her tenacity, her scrappiness in a tough situation, and her insightfulness not just in her job but in all her relationships and especially with herself. It takes a quality person to have so much self awareness, and she is the master of that. Also she is a CINNAMON ROLL and we LOVE her for it. Top marks all around, no notes.

Tim Bradford

9.9/10

Bradford my BELOVED. Minus .1 point for making me low-key hate him in the first season by being such a hardass, but ultimately a million points for being just an all around really solid character. His characterization is spot on: consistent, layered, intriguing, sometimes surprising (coaching little league?? who would have thought), and the most fiercely protective and badass-est of them all. I LOVE how we get little glimpses at his softer side, mostly around Lucy but even with random kids and his sister and occasionally the rest of Mid-Wilshire. Him being Angela’s man of honor was ICONIC, and it seriously fit his character so well. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s easy on the eyes ;) I didn’t expect him to steal my heart like this but here we are!

Nyla Harper

Honestly? 8/10

I think she’s incredible and has the potential to be a really complex character, but something along the way fell flat. It's almost like the writers got scared of pushing the envelope with her too much. One of my absolute favorite scenes with her was that first time she quickly went undercover as Crystal in the laundromat and scared poor rookie Nolan half to death. We just haven't seen her like that in her element anymore, and her character feels shallow for it. Such a bummer, because she's awesome!

Angela Lopez

Also a good, solid 8/10.

I think her character has been WONDERFULLY done. She balances being the badass cop with being a no-nonsense, protective mother and wife. We get some really amazing insight into her backstory and a lot of her quirks (the part with her apartment being so messy made me feel SO validated lolll). I absolutely adore how close she is with her coworkers, especially Jackson and Tim. It feels natural and real, coming from years of trust and experience. I think where Nyla has fallen flat, Angela has really shined (shone? shin? lol). She's one of those that I wouldn't label as my favorite, per se, but I'm never mad when she's onscreen :)

Wade Grey

Grey, my man! 7.5/10

Listen. This man has almost retired at least thirteen times over the course of the show, and I'm pretty sure it's his insane dad instinct telling him to stick around and watch over his kids crew. He's predictable (in a good way), steady, unflappable... all the things a good sergeant should be. I love the subtle character development he's been through, mostly regarding Nolan and how he was so skeptical at first but now believes in him more than anyone else, basically. I love him for the glue that he is for the team, but he's not on an I would die for him tier. I'm honestly surprised he's lasted on the show this long lol but we LOVE Sergeant Dad around here

Wesley Evers

8.5/10, no hesitation.

Wesley is an ANGEL. I can't believe he and Lopez work so well together, but that just shows his incredible depth of character. He's a rich kid turned almost-philanthropist, who just wants to help people through his skills as a lawyer. He's real, with raw emotions guarded behind a wall of professionalism, that only slips once in a while... but when it does, it's heartbreaking. Ugh he's just SO good. A very very chewy delicious character, as some would say. I think there's a level of relatability with him that I've really become attached to. Incredible dude. Need more of this guy.

Aaron Thorsen

Amazing. 6/10

I think I feel sort of disconnected from Aaron, just because he's very much a background main character, if that makes any sense? His training was kind of breezed over, and so much of his introduction to the team/audience was based on the murder accusations and documentary that I feel like we never got to know the real Aaron aside from being rich and going through a tragedy. Kind of ironic and meta, eh? That said, I love him, he's absolutely awesome, and I REALLY hope he's okay :(

Tamara

Adorable. 7/10

I LOVE that they kept Tamara around after her first appearance. I love how much of a literary foil she is to Lucy. They’re opposites in a lot of ways, and she serves as that little sister figure, there for Lucy to protect and care for, but also she allows us to see the main cast and the police station through younger eyes. I think she’s a fantastic character, adorable and lovable despite all her Gen Z apathy.

Quigley Smitty

2/10

Plus 1 point for being comedic relief once in a while. Hard dislike. This dude is a waste of screen time.

Bailey Nune

3.5/10

I just. I WANT to love her, I really do. But as a character she’s just incredibly shallow. She’s disconnected from the rest of the team, and while I can see the value of having a main character who doesn’t work at Mid-Wilshire and isn’t a lawyer, the showrunners really dropped the ball with Bailey. She and Nolan have zero chemistry. It all feels extremely forced, that they’re pushing Nolan into a relationship simply for the sake of him being….in a relationship. And it pulls him away from the team, so we don’t see as many quality interactions with him and Chen anymore, even though Lucy is on record saying that the three OG rookies were inseparable. It also limits his interactions with everyone else, especially Bradford and the detectives. And it really hurts the quality of the show, with Nolan being the main driving character and all. Not to sound crass, but it almost would have been more poignant if Bailey died in the Rosalind tank and we had to watch Nolan grieve while still training Celina and walking her through her own lasting grief about her sister. It would have thrown a healthy wrench in the story, in my opinion. But aside from all of that, I wish I could like her…..but I just can’t.

WOW yeah so this has been initial thoughts on the main characters of The Rookie with yours truly 😂 I might come back and add a little addendum to this with some other thoughts, but for now!! this is what I’ve got!

#the rookie #asks #Katie’s sleep deprived ramblings

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something I actually hate in zhongchi fic is when the authors keep writing that he’s feeling guilty about what he did in liyue and/or he’s angry with zhongli for de deception. He clearly doesn’t regret his actions and would definitely do it all again and he doesn’t care about zhongli lying to him. It’s like they didn’t read any of his texts or didn’t pay attention to the liyue story. He’s not a cinnamon roll as everyone likes to say. They claim he is their favorite character or that they kin him but the version they are refering is so twisted and unreal.

This is why I read tartali fanfiction /j

For real though, I hate this trope in tartali/zhongchi fiction regardless. I once saw someone's summery being "I'm going to keep Childe mad at Zhongli because other fics let him off from what he did too easily" and I'm like "BRO? WHAT FICS ARE YOU READING AS LITERALLY EVERYONE MAKES ZHONGLI OUT TO BE THE BAD GUY WHO NEEDS TO BEG FOR CHILDE'S FORGIVENESS".

I actually read a fic recently that handled an after confrontation with Zhongli and Childe perfectly. They still had Childe being upset as he was used, however he and Zhongli talked and Zhongli explained all he could about his contract and how it was never personal. Then, when Childe points out he never directly apologised to Childe during his explanation, Zhongli returns it with how he has never apologised for what he did to Liyue. Neither of them ended up apologising, you know why?

BECAUSE THEY BOTH HAD THEIR OWN AGENDERS THAT THEY WOULD FOLLOW THROUGH WITH NO MATTER WHAT AND WOULD BOTH UNDERSTAND WHY THE OTHER DID SO.

Childe was originally upset that he was used as he doesn't like to be involved in the schemes of other Harbingers. But he said himself that all he needs from Zhongli is that fight that he was robbed from. And then Zhongli's voicelines confirm that they are still friends.

The woobifying of Childe is something I despise in fandom. I hate that I got into another fandom and what happened to one of my favourites (Dabi) back then is happening AGAIN with another favourite of mine.

Yes, Childe is relatable and easy to project on. Did he get angry at Zhongli and Signora? Yes. However he is not an overly emotional wreck who was completely and utterly ruined by Zhongli telling him who he was, at most he was annoyed he was robbed of a fight and his pride got hurt.

The irony of this situation though, which I've said so many times I might as well be blue in the face from it, is that CHILDE USED ZHONGLI TOO! He very openly used him to get close to the exuvia, he was just honest about it.

Meanwhile, Zhongli could literally not say anything because HE WAS UNDER CONTRACT AND BY THE ARCHONS HOW DARE THE GOD OF CONTRACTS OBEY HIS CONTRACT.

Yeah, yeah, it's transformative fiction and people can write what they want and how they want but I just don't want my favourite characters watered down anymore.

I get it, we like to give Zhongli a closer relationship with Childe than just friends, I've done it too, I've enjoyed fics that do this as well, but does it get frustrating to see Childe treated as an innocent little bean while Zhongli has to drown in guilt because how dare he lie to him!

LOL it reminds me of a viral tweet I saw on twitter about the new Superman cartoon/anime where Lois gets mad that Clark never told her he was Superman and the QRTs were just people wondering why Lois deserved to know a secret of Clark's that he wasn't comfortable sharing with her just yet? Ironically this is the same situation with Zhongli and Childe, where Childe wasn't owed any knowledge of Zhongli's other identity but this time people think he was entitled to it, even though Childe was an active threat towards that identity and was honest about being so.

My favourite thing these stories do is have Childe say "I would have forsaken my mission" or something along those lines and that just isn't Childe. Childe didn't particularly want to drown the harbor but he did so for his mission, he didn't mind attacking the traveler, who he saw as his friend, for his mission, what makes you think he wouldn't have shoved his hand straight in Zhongli's chest if he knew the truth?

He probably wouldn't have LIKED doing it, but he would have. Because he's loyal to a point and a man that never goes back on his vows and promises.

It's why I love Childe, he's such a complicated and messy character who has done terrible things, he plays by his own rules and that means even going against his own morals to do so. I do like exploring him being mad at Zhongli (again I've done so myself) but we can do so without making him the victim because he was FAR FROM IT.

I love exploring the mess that is Zhongli and his relationship, I love the drama and the angst but I also love how perfect they fit together once they get over those hurdles.

I just hate the one-sided anger from the fandom towards Zhongli for no reason.

Urgh, sorry for the long rant. I bottle up this frustration all the time so when people give me the chance to let loose, I really let loose.

#genshin impact #fandom #fandom critical

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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Empyrean - Chapter Three

Chapter 3

As morning came, the smoke from the fire was still billowing black smoke into the already existing haze above the rooftops. In the aftermath of the explosion, the Barrel was buzzing. There was no doubt Pekka Rollins had caught on to who was behind the bomb, and Elham felt like she was walking on eggshells, having to look around every corner for danger. The Crows–minus Kaz, Elham wasn’t quite sure where he had skulked off to–ducked into a cafe near the edge of town.

There was one thing that was certain in Ketterdam. The cafe’s would always be open, and their bars would always be stocked.

There’s nothing like a bit of Kaelish cinnamon whiskey in your coffee in the mornings, and a nice stack of waffles. At least, that's what Jesper always told her. She wasn’t much of a day drinker herself. But the occasion called for it, and who was she to deny Jesper his little joys?

She ordered a coffee for herself, and Jesper pulled a flask out of his new coat pocket. They took turns sipping from the mug, and Elham tried not to grimace as the whiskey burned going down her throat.

“The coffee is shit here,” she grumbled, eying the stack of waffles Nina had ordered for herself.

“Don’t even think about it, Creed,” Nina said, although she hadn’t taken her eyes off her breakfast yet. “I’m starving. Drink your breakfast, darling.”

Jesper took another swig, handing the mug back to her. “Drink it. You need something in your stomach, and you’re stressing me out. Stop looking so anxious. I’m sure he’s fine.” Elham scoffed, raising a hand to hit Jesper’s arm. He caught it, giving her a playful grin. She glared back at him, ripping her arm from his grip.

“That’s not what I’m worried about, thank you very much. It’s the opposite, if anything. If any of us are going to survive this, my money is on him. What I am worried about is stepping out the door and getting swamped by Dime Lions. Not exactly what I would call a good start to my morning.”

“Neither is day drinking,” Inej mused, though she offered Elham a smile that was the first comforting thing she’d seen all day. “It’s worse out there today.”

Jesper rolled his eyes, taking the mug back from Elham. “Worse how? We had to sleep on that novice’s floor. This body deserves a proper bed.”

“Word is we also killed a constable,” Inej said quietly, bracing herself for everyone’s reaction.

Elham groaned, slumping against Jesper’s side. He let her, which she was internally grateful for. He clearly was feeling the same way, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

“I have so many questions. How? Why? Who? Where? When? I guess…yeah. I guess that’s all of them.”

“Last night, after you escaped from the wagon–”

“I’ve got to tell you about that later, by the way,” Elham interrupted, sitting up straighter. “A man lost two fingers by the time we got out.”

Inej ignored her comment, although she made it a point to slide the mug closer to Jesper and further away from Elham. “Constable Sem was his name. Shot with his own weapon. Stadwatch are shaking down every informant they know.”

“So, they’re pinning this on Jesper?” Elham asked, slowly putting together the pieces.

“That’s ridiculous. I would never shoot someone with their own gun. Besides, it’s not even a good frame-up.”

Inej nodded, pouring everyone a glass of water. Elham took her glass gratefully, giving Jesper a sympathetic look as he leaned back against the booth bench. She took a long sip before setting it down, resting her hand on his arm as she absentmindedly rubbed her thumb along the suede of his coat.

It really did look good on him.

“Have you seen him today?” Jesper asked, and Elham straightened up as she realized he was talking about Kaz.

Inej shook her head. “No. He’s avoiding questions, I suspect.”

“Yeah, from all of us.”

Everyone’s eyes slowly fell on Elham, who just shrugged. “I would tell you if I knew anything. I’m serious, I really would. I haven’t seen him since this morning when he left early. If I had to guess, he’s finding a way to get us a little more muscle. Even if we get Wylan in on this, the six of us aren’t going to be enough to take on Pekka. And I guarantee that’s what it’ll come to.”

Satisfied with her answer, everyone seemed to shrug it off. Elham felt her chest tighten when Jesper let out a sad sigh, leaning his frame against hers.

“Blowing up the Crow Club…”

“Makes you wonder what else he’s willing to destroy,” Inej added, and Elham decided she wasn’t going to allow her brain to venture down that train of thought.

The outcome didn’t look promising. Explaining Kaz’s personal vendetta against Pekka wasn’t exactly something Elham felt comfortable doing, especially since she didn’t know how much the group actually knew about Kaz’s past with Pekka. He had given her bits and pieces of the story to stitch together over the course of a few years, but even she didn’t know the full extent. He hadn’t brought himself to tell her just yet, and she wasn’t sure he’d ever muster up the courage to do it. Still, she wouldn’t pry.

His past was his own.

And he never pried in on hers, so she’d do the same with his. But she couldn’t deny the guilt she felt when she looked at Jesper and Inej’s solemn faces, knowing they knew she had a part in planting that bomb. She hadn’t even questioned Kaz when he did it. She went along with it like it was any other job. Sometimes, it scared her just how much she was willing to do for him, even at her own expense. She cleared her throat, drawing the attention to her.

“We can rebuild it. All of it. Make it something new. I know it was our home,” she started, her voice wary. “But it never would be again while Pekka has it. We’d never be safe living on Dime Lion turf. It’s just four walls and a roof, you know? Everything in it is replaceable. But this…us…we’re not replaceable. I’d watch the club burst into flames a thousand times over if it meant keeping everyone at this table safe, and away from Pekka. I’d even light the match myself.”

There was a blaze in her eyes as she spoke, and the Crows didn’t know what to make of it. Just as Elham opened her mouth to backtrack–or at least try to–she heard a familiar click of a cane on plank wood floors coming towards the booth. Wylan followed close behind.

Jesper scooted so he was pressed up against the window, and Elham followed his lead. Inej did the same on her side, followed by Nina. Kaz took a seat next to Elham, and Wylan sat across from him.

“You made sure you weren’t followed?” Kaz asked as everyone settled back into the booth.

Elham nearly scoffed at the question, and it seemed the rest of the Crows were feeling the same. “Of course we did.”

“Jes has a question to ask you,” Inej started, and Elham made herself small against the back of the bench so she wouldn’t be caught under the burning gaze she knew Kaz had set on Jesper.

Kaz had a way of looking at you that could bring you to your knees under the sheer weight of his stare. She hadn’t yet decided if that was a good thing or not. In this case, it definitely was not.

“Good luck,” she mumbled, patting Jesper’s thigh.

He glared down at her, before looking up at Kaz. “Look, a lot has happened since last night. We found out we lost our home, and then you blew it up just to piss off Pekka Rollins.”

Jesper grew angrier as he spoke, some of his resentment landing on Wylan. Elham gave Wylan a small smile of reassurance from across the table, landing a swift kick into Jesper’s calf as a way of saying, lay off, and calm down. It’s not all on him.

“And?” Kaz asked, almost bored by Jesper’s recount of the previous night.

“Have you heard we also shot a Stadwatch with his own gun?”

Kaz paused for a second, but his voice didn’t falter. “All Stadwatch carry the same gun and it’s standard issue. This is Pekka Rollins firing back at us.”

“Who is this Pekka Rollins?” Nina asked, pushing her breakfast away from her. “Every time you say his name, your blood pressure skyrockets…yours too, Elham.”

Elham went rigid, risking a glance towards Kaz, before deciding that she should let him take the lead. After all, it was his plan that got him into this mess. His vendetta. Now, it was his mess to clean up, or–at the very least–explain.

“That’s not part of your purview, Heartrender,” Kaz said calmly, his tone toxic.

“You’re right. But I tend to have opinions, and…oh! Here's one. Anger clouds judgment.”

Inej piped in, trying to dissolve some of the tension amongst the table. “Pekka Rollins runs the Barrel.”

“He cheated his way into an empire by running cheap cons,” Kaz added. “He isn’t a boss, he’s a scourge.”

Elham nodded in agreement. “He’s a right fucking prick, if you haven’t gathered that yet. I don’t think anyone here has a nice thing to say about him. I certainly don’t.”

Nina nodded, settling back against the bench. “If you hate him so much, why not just hire me to kill him? Why hire me at all? Your Sharpshooter, your Valkyrie, or your Wraith could take him out, easy. Seems like you have a lot of options, so why me?”

“It’s not enough to kill him.”

A hush fell over the table, and uneasy glances were exchanged from everyone as they took in Kaz’s words. Elham was sure her face reflected anxiety, but inside, she felt something more. Rage. Kaz was right. It wasn’t enough to kill him. He needed to suffer.

Kaz seemed to sense everyone catching on to his moment of vulnerability, his mask of passiveness slipping back onto his face. “Killing him doesn’t help us clear our names. That’s why I need all of you, so I can hang everything back on him.”

“And we are the pawns who enact your personal vendetta?” Inej asked, glancing around the table.

I don’t mind being a pawn if it means getting to watch the King fall, Elham thought to herself, but she stayed silent.

“The four of us are under equal jeopardy,” Kaz said, looking between Jesper, Elham, and Inej, before looking between Nina and Wylan. “And if they catch us, we can’t protect you. You’ll have to turn to Pekka to see your man. No doubt with some very unappealing conditions attached.”

Kaz’s words reminded Elham that she had yet to ask Nina about the man she was so set on freeing. He must be quite the person for her to go through all this trouble. She made a mental note to remember to ask her about him later.

Jesper cleared his throat. “All that in mind, I mean…Inej, Elham, and I need to know the plan.”

“Um, yes…I, too, would like to know the plan,” Wylan added quietly, his first time speaking since he had sat down. He was a quiet person, Elham had noticed. She was really hoping she’d be able to get to know him better in the next few days.

Expectant eyes fell on Kaz, and the table was silent again. Kaz narrowed his eyes, before turning around to sweep the room and make sure no one was listening in on their conversation. He turned back to the Crows, leaning in.

“To get leverage on him, I need to know the scope of his business, inside out. There are two ways to learn this. The first is by following his private driver, tracking his schedule. Second…his accountant. Henrik Van Poel. If I get access to Pekka’s books, it’ll tell me everything I need to know. So, we need to get into that building.”

Kaz gestured across the street, and the Crows peered out the window to see what he was talking about. A building with three archways came into view.

“It’s where his accountant works. Although, there’s no way of knowing which office. That’s the mission. It looks like a typical office building, but it has a number of subtle features.”

“So, nothing for me to shoot?” Jesper asked.

Inej huffed, smiling to herself. “You can always shoot a lock if it makes you feel better.”

“You’re sassing me, but I recall that got you out of a jam once.”

Elham nearly snorted, covering her mouth as she tried to recover her laugh as a cough. “Sorry, sorry. My bad. Continue.”

Kaz rolled his eyes, exasperatedly staring up at the ceiling, before continuing. “This place values anonymity. The doors aren’t numbered. There are no names or placards. These aren't for businesses’ clients to visit, this is for people who value discretion. So…Jesper, Wylan, you follow the driver. Inej, I want you to take watch on the roof.”

Nina stood, leaving the booth with her plate in hand. Kaz continued giving directions until she came back, a fresh pitcher of water in her hand. She poured herself a glass as he directed his instructions at her.

“Nina, I need you with me while I copy Hendrik's books. Gunfire would only draw attention, but a Heartrender–”

“Has many skills,” Nina interrupted. “Like this. Second floor, second to last door on the left.”

Kaz looked taken back, almost surprised. “What?”

“Henriks’s office.”

Elham raised a hand, halting the conversation. “One, where am I going? And two, how do you know this?”

“I asked the waitress,” Nina said, like it was the most obvious solution. “People who work in places like that, they eat in places like this. Sometimes, they get the meals delivered. So I said, ‘Excuse me, but I have a delivery and I can’t read the directions.’ Ta-da.”

Elham smiled, clearly impressed. “Well, that’s one question answered, thank you Nina. On to the next. What am I going to be doing during all of this?”

Kaz turned to look at Elham, thinking for a moment before he spoke. “You’ll follow Inej’s lead and stand watch while she scopes out the best point of entry. I can’t have Jesper or Wylan making noise with guns or explosions, which is why they’ll follow the driver. But a sword is quiet enough, I expect. You’ll be there to help Inej, should she need it, and keep away any distractions by whatever means necessary. Nina will still go with me, seeing as her skills are proving themselves useful for the task at hand.”

“I like having her around,” Jesper grinned, making Nina smile.

“Mhm,” she started, turning her attention back to Kaz. “And I like truth. You said you’d get me in to see Matthias.”

Another silence fell over the group as everyone turned expectedly towards Kaz. Jesper leaned in to whisper to Elham as Kaz kept his eyes on Nina, clearly in thought.

“Scheming face,” he said, making Elham nod. “Should I be worried?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

–

Hours later, Elham followed Inej onto the rooftop where Kaz was waiting for them. He heard them coming, turning around just as Elham made it up the steps.

“What did you find?” He asked, turning back around to face the city rooftops.

Inej took the lead. “There’s a doorman even after hours, and a pair of roving guards in the halls. But I can get you in through a window if Nina watches the front.”

“I felt very unnecessary today, by the way,” Elham added, linking her arm with Inej’s. “Inej here is perfectly capable of handling herself. I spent the better part of my afternoon avoiding guards around every corner, trying not to make my boots click on the floor. I think my talents would’ve been better suited for babysitting Jesper, but that was up to you, boss.”

Kaz raised a brow as he looked at her, narrowing his eyes. “Did you drink today?”

“Oh, I haven’t stopped since this morning, babe.”

“You can thank Jesper for that,” Inej said, nudging into Elham’s side. “Don’t worry, she’s fine. I forced water down both of them, and Elham nicked Jesper’s flask so he’ll be dry for the rest of the day.”

Elham nodded, pulling her coat back to show the shiny flask in the inside pocket. “You’ll be happy to know I didn’t drink any. I still have my wits about me, I promise.”

Kaz looked at Elham for a long time as she began trying to shrink away from his gaze. He looked pissed, and his silence wasn’t exactly a good omen. Just as Elham opened her mouth to speak—and try and salvage the situation—he raised a hand, stopping her.

“Just don’t make it a habit…alright?” He said, content to drop it, turning back around to face the rooftops once more. “If this goes sideways, tell the others to regroup at Black Veil. Get the Heartrender. We leave in ten.”

“No,” Inej said, making Elham whirl around to face her. Kaz turned around as well.

“Not until you tell me what happened between you and Pekka.”

“Inej–” Elham started, but Kaz was quick to interrupt her.

“All you need to know is that I have a reason.”

Inej scoffed, shaking her head. “There’s enough secrecy in this crew as is.”

“Secrecy is the only way to survive the Barrel, Inej.”

“So keeping me in the dark is about survival?” She asked, turning to Elham. “You know, don’t you? You’d be asking questions otherwise, too.”

Elham sighed, laying a hand on Inej’s arm. “I know bits and pieces, and it’s not for me to tell. I don’t ask questions, and the Saints know I’m in no position to be lecturing other people about keeping secrets. I’d tell you if I could, Inej. Believe me, I would. I’m sorry I can’t do more.”

Inej gave her a nod of understanding, but it was hard to miss the look of obvious hurt on her face at Elham’s answer. Elham felt her heart sink as Inej stepped away from her, guilt settling in her stomach. Inej took another step towards Kaz, making him turn around.

“My survival, or yours? What about Elham’s?”

It was silent for a moment. Elham kept her eyes on the floor, and she had a feeling Kaz kept his there as well. Inej let out a defeated sigh.

“Trust is the other side of secrecy, Kaz. Remember that.”

Inej was gone before Elham could stop her. She let out a frustrated sigh, coming to stand next to Kaz on the ledge overlooking the city. He didn’t say anything, but she could feel his eyes on her as she stared ahead. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him, leaning her side against the ledge.

“You trust Inej, don’t you? I do. What’s the harm in telling her and Jesper something? Anything. Just a little bit to get them to understand that this is more important than they know. I’d be upset, too, if I was in their position.”

“But you’re not, are you?” He snapped, making her narrow her eyes.

“Don’t talk to me like that. It would do you good to remember that I am the only one who has stuck by your side for this long, despite the utter ass you can be sometimes. I wasn’t asking you to tell them your whole life story. I was just curious why you refuse to tell them anything at all. You told me, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t exactly pour my heart out to you, did I?” He spat, growing angry. “It’s taken years for you to piece it together, and even you don’t know the full story. I don’t ask about your past, Elham. Ever. So, don’t ask me about mine.”

He turned back to face forward without another word. Elham scoffed, an empty grin on her face. She knew he heard it by the way his shoulders tensed. She turned to head back down the stairs, stopping once she reached the top step. She looked over her shoulder to see him still facing forward.

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want you to ask? That maybe I’d tell you, and all you had to do was ask. Inej is right, Kaz. Trust is the other side of secrecy. I figured, after everything…maybe you trusted me more than this. I guess I was wrong.”

Kaz finally turned around at her words, but he was too late.

“I’m going to find Jesper,” she said over her shoulder, already heading down the stairs. “Perhaps he’s in more of a talking mood.”

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A/N - Hi! So sorry for the long wait on this chapter. It was originally one, but it was getting really long, so I decided to split it here. The second part should be out soon. Anyway, I hope you’re enjoying the story so far, sorry it’s taking me a while to get chapters out. I’ve been really busy, but I had a little while to write so I figured I’d at least get this chapter finished while I can. I’ll get back to this fic soon! Here’s chapter three for now, let me know what you think!

#empyrean: an ineffable story #empyrean #ineffable #in my feels probably #kaz brekker x oc #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x elham creed #kaz x elham #elham creed #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagine #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #chapter three #chapter 3

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moonluringfrost · 9 months

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Happy late STS, Frost! If Scorpion Grass was a popular published work (I'm imagining it still as a choose your own adventure with different possible endings), what do you think the fandom situation would be? Who would be wildly misinterpreted (either as an uwu innocent cinnamon roll or a wretched irredeemable monster)? Who would be the fan favorite? What do you think a popular fic trope would be? Feel free to get into or ignore potential shipping drama.

Hello Moshke! Happy STS :D Thank you for the ask, it gave me something fun to think about while i was at work.

I think that the fandom would probably be kind of split on what the "true" ending is. Hopeful and bittersweet, or dark and depressing?

I think that once a fandom gets big enough, pretty much every character is misinterpreted, but I'm like 99% sure that sylv would be cinnamon rolled because he's trans masc and fandoms tend to do that to trans guys (at least in my experience). Theo might also get that treatment, but he's just as likely to be vilified.

I suspect there would be a non-zero amount of people saying that Pat is a creep for taking Sylv in like they did but those people would clearly not know what they were talking about.

The route we're in now hasn't shown a lot of Ametrine's personality outside of "wanting several more loved characters dead" but in the full thing I'm pretty sure we'd see more of her, a three dimensional view. so Hopefully the fandom would like her better in that case?

We really haven't seen Kep at all but I think he'd be a fan favorite. Or the shadow but i might be biased in thinking that because it's *my* favorite.

The top trope would have to be "everyone lives/nobody dies" because /gestures to the ghosts present in the various routes/. I'm also sure there would be a lot of hurt/comfort. There also would be potential for case fics i think? I can imagine people wanting to do their own mysteries/ghost stories with pat and sylv, you know?

As for shipping discourse, i'm sure there would be all sorts of discourse on who it would be okay to ship with who. Pat calls Sylv and Theo 'kid', but of course neither of them are children, with sylv having been 19 when they met pat, and theo having been ~26 when he died. Some folks have a problem with ships with age gaps, and some folks do not, so there would be a lot of discourse in that area, I'd imagine. Also in certain routes it might be Heavily Implied that Pat and Ametrine are ex's, so probably some discourse over whether or not shipping them would make sense.

Pat/Angie would be a sleeper pick, but those who like it would likely be happy with their little boat of a ship, far away from the discourse.

this got a little long, but thank you for asking me this it was fun to consider!

#scorpion grass #scorpion grass spoilers #mild ones for people that aren't quite caught up #sts

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ask-sienna · 10 months

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Look upon the skies and seas And there among the wind and breeze The dazzled specks of sparkling stars Will sing to you of tales afar

Brief Background Summary:

Sienna is an orphan that showed up on the foot steps of a church one day. The church took her in and raised her as their own, with hopes that she will become a nun. All Sienna knew in life was the Lord, the church and that strange sensation that pulls her every time she looked up at the stars. For eleven years of her life she dedicated herself to the services of the church with all her heart, helping those in need. Everyone loved her for she was a joyful spirit always willing to help, always willing to share. It wasn’t until her eleventh birthday that it all changed.

Let’s just say the church was less than ecstatic about her new found magical abilities. She might have died if it weren’t for Professor Fig, who had saved her before the chaos.

She arrived in Hogwarts days before the ceremony, with nothing but the cloths on her back. Much of her school material is either second-hand or donations, but Professor Fig was nice enough to buy her her wand. When she was old enough, she picked up a side gig at the Three Broomsticks and would do odd jobs here and there to earn extra galleons.

Now lay her final year at Hogwarts, how will this unfold? You tell me…

(Full background story in the making – Read it here when it’s ready)

Pronouns: She/Her

Appearance: Asian female with navy blue eyes and white hair and if you stare into her eyes long enough, it looks like the galaxy is swirling within. She’s on the petite side, but don’t mess with her cause she packs a punch (from all the laundry and heavy lifting done back at the church).

Personality: Sienna is a gigantic cinnamon roll— sweet, bubbly little thing that’s quite clueless of a lot of social cues and what not. She’s quick to learn and has an undying thirst for knowledge, it’s a wonder she wasn’t put into Ravenclaw. But alas, she is a Hufflepuff through and through. Mostly a goodie two shoe that gets dragged into trouble by her friends hehe.

Interesting facts: Sienna is my DnD character (a twilight cleric star caller) that I imported into the HL universe. She has an affinity for the stars and a special ability that allows her clairvoyance, much like a Seer. The only difference is that it requires a lot of prep work and is not as spontaneous and unstable as seering abilities. Notably, her favourite subjects are Astronomy and Divination, though she does love Herbology, Potions and Magical Creatures. She's definitely good friends with Amit.

Rules of Engagement:

I do not condone violence and bullying in any way, shape or form. If you have a problem with it, do not engage.

This is strictly a Minors Do Not Interact Zone. However, should you need someone to just chat with, l'm more than happy to do so.

There are some content such as rape, child abuse, domestic violence, etc. that will not fly with me. If you are into such things, this is not your turf. Ask if you're unsure.

With that note, there ARE a lot of things I can fly with, but please let me know in advance. Please don’t throw me into the deep end without notice :)

If I'm uncomfortable with anything, I will let you know, I only wish to expect the same, respectfully. Let’s communicate :)

We're here to have fun, so please don't cause real drama or strife. I'm not here for it and neither should you.

I'll add more should I deem necessary, in the mean time, I can't wait to create memories with you :)

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green5quirrel · 2 years

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Star Trek SNW Headcannons

This is some of my Star Trek Strange New Worlds bullshit. Feel free to scroll, followers. Scroll like the wind!

So far Star Trek: SNW has been the most Heterosexual Star Trek in YEARS. Granted, we're just a bit past halfway through the first season. There's been queer shit mentioned-ish. But compared to DISCO, this series has embraced being the gayest straight show since TOS.

I like it. Don't me wrong. The nostalgia is ON FIRE with this show. I'm just eating it up like a turtle and a strawberry. (Om...nom...fucking nom...)

But my thirst to see my queer fam represented (as well as myself) on screen has lead my brain to turn into a neon rainbow cloud of electricity with one mission: gay everyone. Gay as verb, mind you. I want to gay EVERYONE.

Now, I won't. In my headcannons I'm sure they'll be a token straight character, so don't you worry my little allies.

But I need more queer.

Get ready your hate comments, my sweet lampreys, because I'm about to RUIN some stuff.

Pike: I'm about to start ruining right now. Pike is our token hetero. He's a tried and true ally, but he has a thing for powerful feminine energy. He wants to be RULED. (But what about Spock?? You leave Kirk's bitch out of this!)

Una: Bi. Lusting over La'an. Knowing the chain of command, tho, so not wanting to do anything about it. Probably has had a previous romantic life. Perhaps has a child/children.

La'an: Lusting over Una. Follows the damn rules so same as Una. Repressed emotionally enough to have only had unsuccessful flings. Is too intimidating for most, even the butchest among them. Loves women but doesn't need your fucking labels because she's so out of touch with her romantic side that she doesn't even think about it.

Ortegas: Ace/Demi (that's right, AT ME). She is passionate as hell. She is friend. She is queer platonic with Chapel. She is loving some garlic bread and cake. She is tired of your bullshit.

Spock: Pan. I mean, if he's gonna be bi (which he totally is) it would be just as logical to be pan because there are so many expressions of gender and spectrums of anatomical and genetic sexual characteristics...why limit? Fascinating. He also has a crush on everyone all the time. Polyam as well because ¿Por qué no dos?

Chapel: Thinks she needs a man but really she just needs a family. She's in so many queer platonics she has trading cards. She likes sex. If anything she is pan. But she thinks she wants to settle down. Pines for one person while not realizing she actually wants everyone. Also has a kink for aliens. Would never tell anyone she's sweet on Hemmer. But who wouldn't be?

M'Benga: Complicated. His love is focused on his daughter currently. His energy is taken by figuring out how to save her. No time for relationships other than the platonic family ones he's making with the crew or professional specialists he's working with to treat her. He's a sweet cinnamon roll and I hope they give him happiness. I'd want him on my side. Fierce love, that one.

Hemmer: My love! Hemmer! Hello, dear! He's super gay. Has an Andorian low-key partner he connects with daily on another starship (Shran story influence). They joke about how Starfleet tries to spread the aliens out to every ship and that's why they've never been assigned together. They're casual because neither have the emotional resources to dedicate to each other in a committed way. But neither one are too invested in seeking out other partners either. Both have traumatic backstories where they are rejected by their family units. I even have his partner's name. Etnar. Also, Etnar's a botanist.

Uhura: Super into other cultures, she is super pan. Everything is open to her. She wants to know. She has compassion. Her relationships have been strong and passionate. But she is still wandering before settling down. She is focused on what's in front of her, not the future. Crushes? Oh yeah. Like Christine she can't help but find everyone so attractive but also so interesting. She doesn't know if she'll ever feel like she truly belongs but she wants to make the MOST of her time! I just can't wait to see where they take her. And unlike the other characters, I really don't need to see her in a relationship. She is a such a full character already. I just want to see what she accomplishes!

Kirk: You think I'd pass up Sammy? Nah. He's curious. He'll try anything once. He defies labels. He just does things for the sake of doing them. He gets hurt. He gets up. He tries someone else. Ends up in a surprisingly stable relationship. Probably with an androgynous alien without the definitions of sex and gender that we have. They're very happy together.

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 1 year

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Norman Polk, Niko and Seraphine for the ask blog thing? 👀

Maybe? Perhaps? Please?

LACKAKITTIES

Holy SHIT I need to read that webcomic again. Anyway

(CW for mentions of a g/n, also has a h/c for Mordecai that I don't talk about often)

Norman Polk

1: Bidemi (biromantic demisexual)

2: Susie. Yeah, I said it

3: Sammy. Or Sammy and Jack. Musicboys that bitch together stay together #truefriendship

4: Not a lot of others. Not that I don't like anybody, I just don't really see him being compatible with anyone personally.

5: He knows everything about everyone because people in the music department don't know how to shut up, Wally has no off button and the younger artists find it easy to let their guard down around him when they're comfortable with him (also Joey catches up with him from time to time. Who knows why, maybe he likes this creepy projectionist)

6: "I sees everything". My friends and I quote it pretty often.

7: I do not. I'd like to, but Norman is smarter and stealthier than I am. ;v;

8: Less embarrassment, more sadness: but he died more or less because he got too curious. Man didn't know when to quit and it cost him. Poor bastard.

9: Neither. Norman is not a cinnamon roll but at the same time try calling him problematic and see how well that ends

Niko

1: Either homosexual or bisexual.

2: No

3: Seraphine and Mordecai, though one is more willing to be in this role than the other.

4: Ship him with his sister and he breaks your spine.

5: He has no limit to energy and used to throw down with just about every cat he ran into during the night in his youth. Since he's grown up a little, he's less likely to fight anyone and everyone; though he does want to see how well Mordecai holds his own in melee fighting if he can take (and keep) down a full-grown tom easily two times his size. (Granted, it was with the help of an Achille's Heel, but he still managed it. He's a slippery guy. Must be fun to fight!)

6: I remember absolutely none of his lines.

7: I don't. Not really, anyway

8: N/A

9: Cinnamon bun. I said what I said.

Seraphine

1: Aromantic Lesbian

2: ...You know what, Lacie. Tie her up with straight-edge Lacie. Count how long it takes for her to crack the girl and let her go wild every so often

3: Niko and Mordecai. So much so that whenever Mordecai shows an inkling of interest in the scruffy barcat at Gracie's she goes all out to get them together but it's in all the wrong ways and she just scares the Hell out of him

4: Put her with her brother on pain of death.

5: She's wild, but she does kind of care about more than just her brother in her own way. She respects Mordecai and views him as equal to her-even starts viewing him as a friend at some point.

6: "Ah! You poor babes." I just-listen. LISTEN. I AM VERY BI

7: Bloodthirsty...Though my "blood" is more of the fictional kind. I can be sadistic but I can assure you I am not this bad

8: Let's just say I did not like her second scene with Mordecai and leave it at that

9: She's the problematic fave to her brother's cinnamon roll. They will both draw blood at a moment's notice, but when push comes to shove I am very sure that she would shoot first and ask questions later

(Ask Game)

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hueningkoi · 2 years

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In honor of Murdy's first birthday tomorrow I'm gonna info dump about my oc's. Yolo. Long post ahead lol feel free to scroll past 😅

Oldest sibling on the left is 31 yr old Murdy Pine of course they are a lil wild card energetic and obnoxious pansexual nonbinary he/they and acts like the youngest. Gets into A LOT of trouble. Always seems to have new clothes and buys people things for them but neither Zed or Mo have any idea what Murdy does for a living. He disappears a lot and comes back suspiciously overly cheerful. Has a concerning neck scar and missing part of his left ear and they come up with a different ridiculous story about what happened everytime it comes up. The last story he told he said he he lost his ear during a poker game with one of the k*ardashian's bodyguards. Murdy got "caught cheating" and the guy lost it and "went all mike tyson on my ass." No one believes them.

Murdy's younger brother is Zed Pine in the pic in the middle. He is an Edgelord. Angsty little 26 yr old. He is really athletic and loves to play sports but he is also not social or extroverted at all but for some reason attracts jocky social butterfly dude bros all the time? He goes to the gym and everyone there loves him even tho he barely says anything to them? He has been adopted by his entire local gym and he doesnt know what to do about it Murdy help him please. He also is an insomniac and seems like he never sleeps and is a long suffering younger brother to a ball of chaos named Murdy Pine. He's also asexual or demisexual he doesn't know all he knows is he can't be bothered with all that but sometimes the guys at the gym look sorta nice to him physically? Maybe? Meh. Whatever. *pulls his pokemon game out and ignores you*

Mo Pine in the drawing on the right is their younger cousin she's 17 and she tries hard to be a tough person but is such a cinnamon roll underneath. She is like Murdy and Zeds unnofficial little sister even though she's always the one telling Murdy to drink some freakin water and Zed to go THE HELL TO SLEEP Or she'll kick their asses which they know she never will because she learned that she can't throw a punch to save her life. She's not allowed to cook because she'll set the kitchen on fire. She is clumsy on her feet and can and will trip and fall on literally nothing. The ground loves her. She's tired of skinning her hands from falling so. The gloves. Also she's probably not gay right? Murdy always makes hints about it and she's not dumb she knows what they are getting at but like... Yesterday this girl at the Cafe winked at her and Mo ran into a table and knocked the napkin dispenser off and she was so embarrassed she couldn't look at cafe girl but thats just probably because she's clumsy and embarassed herself and not because that girl had the cutest freckles and made her stomach flip and... well it's whatever.

They all are very close and would die for each other but they all also bug each other so much and would not hesitate to tackle one another to the ground at a moments notice. Classic sibling behavior. Mo and Zed think Murdy is secretly an assassin or a spy or something and they get together once a week and play videos games and talk about what the hell Murdy DOES for a living. There is a folder they've been filling up. It's their project.

Murdy likes to plan surprise birthday parties for Mo and Zed at the most batshit times of the year no where NEAR thier birthdays and even if it's weird and out of nowhere they are always THE BEST PARTIES EVER.

A classmate made fun of Mo for falling going up the stairs at her school and she acted like it didn't hurt her feelings but it did and Murdy was furious. The next day the stairs were missing like completely torn out and the girl who made fun of her was hysterical saying that there was an entire giant pile of destroyed crumbled cement in her living room this morning and her parents were furious and confused and called the police but no one knows how it got there at all still and the school is working on fixing the stairs immediately because they also got an anonymous envelope with a pineapple sticker on it with a donation of money to fix the stairs and a note that said "sorry got a little upset and carried away. Kowabunga brother." Mo is very confused but it kind of made her day.

#mars info dumps #these are the things i think of whenni sit outside in the sun on mybdays off lol #itsa me a mars io?#original characters #my ocs #murdy pine #zed pine #mo pine #my kids #lol #long post

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hanneswrites · 1 year

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Title: blood & coffee

Pairings: Buffy & Dawn & Spike, Buffy/Spike

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1k

Summary: A small moment of peace in the midst of the chaos of S7. [Spike, Buffy, and Dawn Family Fluff.]

[Read on Ao3]

Author's Note: This is technically set between s7e17 and s7e18 - I think it would technically be plausible for there to be at least several days between these two episodes considering the Buffy Wiki's timeline places several AtS episodes between them. This takes place on one of those theoretical in-between days.

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Buffy slowly makes her way out of bed, rolling her shoulders as she wraps her morning robe around her. She's still sore from the fight the night before, and as she makes her way down the still-dark hallway toward the kitchen, she hopes it's early enough that everyone else is still fast asleep. She's tired - the near-constant pit of worry and obligation sitting in her gut weighs on her, and all she wants is a nice cup of coffee and a hot shower before she has to talk to anyone today.

She hears the telltale clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen before she even has a chance to round the corner and she stops, contemplating whether she wants to head back upstairs to avoid whoever decided to be up this early, or just suck it up for long enough to brew a pot of coffee. Buffy closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath and steps forward.

And then there's the sound of voices.

"You want something more substantial?" It sounds like Spike, which, out of all of the people currently inhabiting the house, is one of the least likely people to cause her trouble at the moment. She’s actually a bit curious who he could be talking to - so she rounds the corner with a new enthusiasm, stopping just shy of crossing the threshold.

Buffy leans against the doorway, taking everything in for a moment, allowing herself to fully wake up as she silently watches the two of them. Spike is crouched in front of the fridge, the warm little automatic light playing interesting shadows across his features as he moves things around on the bottom shelf.

Dawn’s sitting with her back to the doorway, so neither of them have quite noticed she’s there yet. The easy silence of the early morning is settled around them, accompanied by the soft buzzing hum of the microwave.

"We've got some sausage," Spike squints, bringing the tube closer to his face to examine it, "that expired 4 months ago."

"Sounds great," Dawn replies, and from her tone, Buffy can tell she's definitely rolling her eyes. Spike huffs and continues to poke around in the fridge.

"Can't survive on microwave oatmeal alone, nibblet," He says, the endearment punctuated by the electronic chime of the microwave.

"I know," Dawn's voice is low and level - a settled warmth in it that Buffy hasn't heard in a long while. Buffy's heart aches at that for a moment. The current situation was weighing heavily on all of them.

Spike stands, twisting to open the microwave while also holding the fridge door open with his foot. He grabs the bowl of oatmeal from the microwave and hands it over to Dawn before crouching back down, "Might have some...berries of some sort in here somewhere. If you want-"

"Kennedy ate the last of them last night."

Spike audibly sighs. He turns quickly to the counter and picks up a small bottle, tossing it over to Dawn. She catches it limply and looks at it forlornly.

"Mix that in - it'll give it," He pauses, sighs again, "some sort of flavor least."

The two of them settle into a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Buffy watches as Dawn slowly uncaps the bottle and shakes a bit of it into her oatmeal - a faint wiff of cinnamon hitting her a moment later.

"Buff'll be up soon," Spike pauses for a long moment, and Buffy can't help the small rush of nervousness that runs through her at the mention of her own name.

"I think I'll start a pot of coffee up."

Dawn lets out a soft hum, and Spike closes the fridge, settling a half-gallon container of milk it on the counter.

"Yeah," Dawn says, "I think she'd like that."

Buffy takes in the sight of Spike preparing coffee before she pushes herself off of the door frame and steps into the kitchen. Spike's eyes slide to her when she enters the room.

"Morning," He offers, and Buffy nods.

Dawn turns around in her seat, taking in her sister’s sleepy presence with a small smile.

"Hey," She says, "I was just about to come get you."

Buffy smiles at that.

"Spike's making coffee." Dawn explains, and Buffy eyes her half-eaten bowl of plain oatmeal. She leans down and presses a soft kiss to Dawn's hair as she passes by.

"Looks like you two are already well into your morning routine," Buffy gives a tired smile and moves towards the coffee pot, "how long have you been up?"

"What time is it?" Dawn asks in response - to which Buffy looks over at the clock and raises an eyebrow - just after 4:30am. Spike has already finished pouring out a cup for himself and is now leaning against the counter with one arm folded across his chest.

"Long enough," He quips, his gaze settling on Buffy as she takes the seat to the left of Dawn, a small smile on her lips as she settles down.

It only takes about thirty seconds for Spike to hand her a mug - her favorite mug at that - filled to the brim with rich-smelling coffee that looked to have just the right amount of milk mixed in. A small part of her wants to ignore the clear attentiveness in the gesture - wants to rail against the warm fondness that spreads through her as Spike takes the other seat next to her. But right now - in this moment, in this small reprieve of a morning early enough that the sun hasn’t yet risen, she just takes a long sip of her coffee.

"You feeling better?" Dawn asks.

“Much better,” Buffy replies. She takes another sip of her coffee.

For a long moment, the kitchen is filled with the small sounds of their morning, of the soft clinking of the mugs, and the small scuffling of feet against the tile. It’s a peaceful, comfortable warmth - one that Buffy can feel down to her toes.

She’s content in the moment. Content with the easy companionship of her sister and the man beside her. Content with the peacefulness of this stolen moment and the knowledge that, perhaps, despite everything, they’ll find a way to make it through this, one more time.

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