#so maybe not exactly fitting to circumstances rn

[worriedvision]

So uhhh how about maybe a tighnari x reader where the reader is a sibling of dottore's and they find out about his real work through a slip of the tongue (this is when they're an adult). They pursue becoming a doctor, and they decide to apply to Sumeru as well as other areas where they can train, and they get into Sumeru. Somehow they meet, chaos ensues when things are discovered

This is gonna be fun to write.

Translation: prepare to get hurt lol

Reader is gender neutral, please correct me if I slip up BC my brains like mush rn.

Got long af so I'm gonna do a second part lol

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You never got on with your brother, finding him incredibly creepy. Sure, you were siblings, but something felt really dodgy about him. It didn't fade away at any point either, in fact it got even worse when he finished his education and somehow managed to get work for the Fatui.

You had assumed he was simply a medic, giving the bare minimum care to soldiers if they got wounded. Sure, it wasn't his idea of interesting, but at least he wasn't responsible for the care of vulnerable people who he could take advantage of.

Well, you found out he was experimenting on people who had less than ideal circumstances. See, he had been talking to a communication decide, and you overheard him documenting the age and condition of the 'new admissions'. Peering around the corner, you see the way his mouth just cracks into the most horrific grin. You just know he's trying to hold back laughter.

You never really knew what to do with your life, but you did try in school, achieving good qualifications to fit in wherever you deemed fit.

Now, however, you feel the sudden urge to become a doctor. Not like your evil brother, but rather a doctor that helps heal others, a doctor with a good reputation and an approachable exterior. Deciding to apply for courses, you go for Sumeru, Fontaine and Liyue. You already knew Sumeru would be near impossible to get into with how world renowned it was, you hoped to get into either Liyue or Fontaine.

When you receive the letter of acceptance from Sumeru, you manage to hold back your squeal of joy at the sight. Attached to the letter was a book you were to read up on. You flick through the pages, recognising one of the conditions to be one your brother was fixated on. You feel compelled to specialise in this reading, taking in all the information you can before you were to head off. Your mother thinks you're simply moving to Sumeru for some work, and she doesn't bar an eye when you leave.

--

You decide to take a detour from the usual route, figuring you may as well enjoy what other parts of Teyvat had to offer. Mondstadt, for example, felt like a getaway in comparison to your homeland. That wasn't exactly surprising, considering you had to deal with your brother's less than sane speeches.

Liyue was freeing as well, but in a more controlled manner than that of Mondstadt. You wished you left a day earlier, that way you would have been able to truly appreciate all the world had to offer.

However, you figure you may as well step foot into Sumeru. You navigate through the Chasm with someone who has the time to assist, you paying them respectfully with Mora before you head through into Sumeru.

To your surprise, you are met with a beautiful forest setting. Your mouth can't help but fall open, somehow able to keep ahold of your bag. You zone out for a bit, and you think you hear someone try to rouse you.

"Hello?" You hear a soft voice, a gloved hand waving across your face. You shake your head, promptly apologising before turning your attention to a beautiful looking man. His eyes peer into you, as if he asked you a question.

"Oh, sorry." You start. "I'm due to start a course soon at- uh sorry, one moment please-" you pause, pulling out your letter as well as the book you had been gifted. The man peers over your shoulder, and he lets out a sound of acknowledgement.

"Ah, what a coincidence." He responds. "I have to go into the city for work, I'll guide you." He nods, face still calm.

"...I would like to know who you are before trusting you with my safety." You half joke, the man smiling softly for a moment before he composed himself.

"You may call me Tighnari. I am a forest watcher." He explains. You begin to introduce yourself, only for him to recall your name. "I did see your letter, after all." He explains, smiling when you nod dumbly after realising he wasn't some sort of creep who knew all about you.

The walk wasn't very eventful, but Tighnari kept looking over at the book in your hand. You realise he's curious about the contents, and you hand it over. He looks over at you, surprised you were allowing him to read your book.

"I noticed you looking." You smile, Tighnaris ears twitching slightly. "I've already read through the book, so I think I can survive without it by my side all the time."

Tighnari nods, and he looks up to see the city entrance. Taking a deep breath, he walks up, you next to him.

When you find out you were to get a device of sorts attached to you, your mind already begins to dread the reaction you'd get if people realise you were your brother's sibling. Reluctantly, you do so, and thankfully neither of the people in front of you react. Taking a breath of relief, you walk with Tighnari, him leading you to the building you were to report to.

'Keep an eye on that one.'

--

After talking to Tighnari more, he asks if you would be interested in staying in the forest. Of course, you had some limits, but he told you there was someone that you both would benefit from being around. Eagerly nodding, you begin walking with Tighnari only to overhear a discussion between a parent and someone you didn't like the look of.

"Your son will be safe with us, rest assured." You hear the other person say. You tell Tighnari you'll catch up, and you make eye contact with the parent. Thankfully, it's discrete enough that the other person didn't suspect anyone was listening in. You shake your head, mouthing the words 'dont do it'.

"Thank you for the offer, I truly appreciate it." The parent starts. "However, I must turn this down."

The person sighs, clearly frustrated because this parent didn't fall for the trap that others did. You hide behind a crate, waiting until the other person is away and knocking on the door. They see you, and they demand an answer.

"I have reason to believe your son would be taken advantage of if you were to hand him over." You explain. "Was this organisation the Fatui, by any chance?" You ask after getting a look of confusion. The parent nods, and you can't help but feel relieved you overheard the transaction. "Believe me, their intentions are not pure." You finish, the parent staring at you as they take the information in.

"But my son's condition is complex." The parent queries.

"If you would like, I can keep an eye on your son's condition." You begin. "I started a course on this condition. If you like, you can check me."

The parent does so, and they nod slowly. It's like they're debating on something, but you brush it off. They thank you, accepting the offer and wishing you a safe journey home.

--

The walk back felt tense, for lack of a better word.

Tighnari had an expression of unease, staring ahead and not responding when you asked him if he found the book useful. After you look at him out of concern, he closes his eyes in thought before stopping.

"The book was insightful." He bluntly explains before walking ahead.

You have a feeling he's been told something, but you know better than to ask him to just tell you.

--

You are introduced to Collei, who takes interest in you immediately. You don't disclose where you're from, knowing from her history that she would fear you simply because of your origins. Collei can't help but laugh when she notices you look over at master Tighnari with a look that wasn't purely professional, stifling it when Tighnari raises a brow, asking her what was so funny.

Following her patient journey was certainly enlightening. For whatever reason, Tighnari informed you right before Collei woke up about the Fatui and what they did to her, and you remember the disgusting way your brother took joy in recording the patients he received on that day.

Collei never mentioned it, and you decided you wouldn't press her on it. The time she jolted after you brushed past her, you understood completely, apologising to her at the exact same time she did to you.

Tighnari started trusting you, but he didn't like the fact you never disclosed to him personally your relation to 'the doctor'. He waited, hoping you would tell him soon enough, only to become frustrated when it didn't happen.

One night, you three were out on a job, and Tighnari was asleep, Collei sitting with you while you examined her. Hearing someone in the distance, you look over to see a ginger haired man wave you over.

"Who's that?" Collei asks, you thinking of a good excuse to figure it out yourself.

"Oh, that's one of the parents of the patients I look after." You smile to make it convincing. "I'll be back in just a moment. If something happens, call me over."

You walk over, the man smiling and going along with the act until he was certain nobody else was paying attention.

"You're going to need to come with me." The man starts.

"And who are you go tell me so?" You bite back, the man chuckling lightly at your response.

"Tartaglia, 11th of the Fatui harbingers."

He takes note of how your eyes widen.

"Your brother really doesn't appreciate the lack of patients he's getting from Sumeru, and it started after you moved out." He explains. "He's going to start looking for you personally."

"Oh, thats certainly interesting!" You smile, Tartaglia sighing out.

"Listen, if you come with be back to the Fatui, we will train you to be whatever you want." He tries to convince you.

"I'd rather die." You say without hesitation. Tartaglia raises a brow. "I don't care what the Fatui can give me, I don't want to be associated with my brother's line of work."

Tartaglia rubs the back of his head, awkwardly looking away.

"Listen, you don't have much of a choice." Tartaglia sighs out.

"Give me a week to reconsider, please." You might as well try, right? After all, you knew this guy had siblings, and he would protect them to the best of his ability. Plus, the phrasing implied you would eventually fall into their hands.

"...Fine." he admits defeat. "You aren't gonna put up a fight if I were to deny you that anyway."

--

Returning back to camp, you see Tighnari glaring holes into you. Letting out a shaky sigh, you wave in hopes of him reciprocating it.

The fact he didn't let you know he heard most of the conversation.

You sit down, looking over at Collei who was sound asleep. Tighnari leans over, whispering into your head so he didn't disturb Collei with any of the information.

"Do you intend on handing Collei over?" Tighnari asks, his glare hardening.

"No." You respond softly.

"Why don't I believe that?" He continues.

"Because you know who my brother is." You respond. Tighnari keeps looking, not whispering anything else in the moment. "You associate me with him."

"...And why didn't you admit you were related to him? Don't tell me you're doing this to correct his wrongdoings." He continues to interrogate you.

You tear up, the weight of the situation slamming down on you.

"Because I knew you would label me to be exactly like him." You respond. "Truthfully, I feel stupid for only recently discovering what he does."

Tighnari lets you take a moment to breathe, pulling away from your ear. A tear falls, Tighnari doesn't seem to care. Why would he, considering what he knew since day one.

"...I don't know what I can do." You start once again. "I want to stay and complete my studies, but I trust you know why I couldn't safely do so." Tighnari nods, eyes looking over. "But I don't want to go to the Fatui, especially knowing their less than ethical actions."

Tighnari doesn't talk, hoping to see if you add anything else.

"If I'm spotted by the Fatui in a week's time in Sumeru, not only will I be punished, but anyone housing me will be hurt." You sigh, making sure Collei is still asleep so she didn't hear any of this.

"...I'll take care of this myself." You reaffirm yourself. "Don't look for me. Tell Collei I have a placement, or maybe say I've been moved into another area. " You explain.

"But what about you?" Tighnari suddenly asks out of concern, standing up at the same time as you do.

"Let me worry about that, okay?" You shakily let out, brushing off the hand that manages to reach you before you begin to execute your plan.

First step, you go to the academy the next day and inform them you are dropping out. You will also inform the parents that you have been keeping safe with your personal knowledge of the Fatui. Thankfully, the parents take it well, some of them explaining they had a feeling it was bound to happen. When you ask them to keep each other safe, they nod in understanding.

The next step, you find the parts of Sumeru that the Fatui don't have interest in. At first, you thought abandoned camps would do the trick until you had a very close call, almost being caught sleeping by a Fatui agent. You figure out that chances are, they had an idea of where you usually stayed because of your academic background, you have to think of perhaps going towards the areas where you weren't as likely to spot people who took pride in academic intelligence, but rather in trades.

You had a long road ahead of you, you realise as you set up camp just outside of Port Ormos.

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #angst #tighnari x gender neutral reader #tighnari #collei #dottore #tartaglia

[softguarnere]

hey dove! how are you? family Christmas is coming up and I have a sneaking suspicion this year is going to be a doozy. your writing always cheers me up and I was wondering if you could maybe do something with Joe Toye? maybe reuniting after the war ends or the first Christmas back home together?

I've literally been rereading all of your stuff bc it's the only thing keeping me sane as of rn xD hope you're having a great day/night!

I'll Be Right Here Waiting/Put It Back Together

Joe Toye x reader

A/N: My dear, you have no idea how much this message means to me 🥹 The thought that the things I write to cheer myself up might be a comfort to someone else is so humbling 💕As someone who has also been dealing with lots of family drama this Christmas, I am sending you virtual hugs and good vibes - we will make it through this 🤝

Y'all know I try my darndest to write requests in the order that I get them. (And if I've taken forever to get to yours, I'm truly sorry, and I promise I'm working on it!) However, this message hit really close to home, and writing it felt like the distraction that I've been needing.

For those of you who enjoy my song title references, this one comes from Lucky by Two Door Cinema Club! (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: mentions of war and hospitals, over use of italics - as usual

Funny, how one can grow so accustomed to unusual circumstances that going back to what was previously normal can be what feels like the drastic change. As the men that you’ve spent the past few years of your life with mill around the deck of the ship, your heart aches a little with the realization that for many of you, this might be it.

Even though you’ve exchanged addresses and given each other instructions on how to keep in touch, realistically you know that you may never see or hear from some of these friends ever again. Sure, you’ve all promised to remain in contact, but making a promise is one thing, and keeping that promise once you’ve moved on with your life and had family and friends and jobs and time get in the way is a completely different thing.

The evidence to prove this is there: there have been plenty of friends that you lost touch with after they were removed from the line and taken to hospitals. Even you, as a nurse, had a difficult time keeping track of them. Unfortunately, even someone who might have been more than a friend, had fate not seen it fit to send him home . . .

How do you go back to what you once knew when you’re so changed? What will you do when the things you saw during the war weigh heavy on your mind in the middle of the night, and the nearest person who would understand what you’re feeling is miles and miles away?

This might be it. The ship pulls into the harbor. People on the docks scream and whoop in delight as you and the other nurses and all the soldiers lean over the rail and wave, smile bright despite the dull worry gnawing at the back of your mind.

This might be it. Babe and Luz and Liebgott all shake your hand and slap your shoulders and trade slips of paper with you, promising to keep the flame of friendship alive between you.

This might be it. You’re gathering your few personal belongings and trying to push through the throngs of people with them, wondering where the loved ones who were supposed to meet you could be.

This might be –

“Let me help you with that,” a deep and familiar voice offers as strong hands take your trunk from you with ease.

Out of habit, you start to protest. “Oh, it’s fine I – “

But then your eyes meet his, and the world around you fades away until you are the only two standing on the dock.

“Joe?”

None other than Joe Toye smiles back at you, his brown eyes alight as he sets your trunk down and opens his arms. Not caring who might be watching, you throw yourself into them, the two of you wrapped up in a warm embrace.

You’re not so sure whether you should laugh or cry or what exactly, as your breath hitches in your throat. “You’re here!”

Still holding you tight, you can feel him nod. “So are you.”

“You found me.” Breaking your embrace is not an easy choice, but you want to look him over. Because he’s really standing in front of you, as tall and strong and capable as ever, his smile lighting up his handsome face as he takes you in in turn.

He nods again. “I had to. It was killing me, being away from you.”

What had started as shy looks between the two of you way back in England had turned into friendly smiles and inside jokes as the war moved you through Europe. And then those jokes and smiles had turned into touches that lasted a little too long and evolved into secrets shared in stolen moments and nervous kisses away from the prying eyes of his superiors.

And then he had been taken from the line before you could decide what word best described what was happening between the two of you.

Now he’s been hugging you on the dock – in front of God and everyone – and he looks just as ready to pick up where you left off as you feel.

“Me, too . . .” You choose your words carefully, like he might disappear again if you accidentally say the wrong ones. “Whaddaya say we make a point of not being away from each other for a while?”

Joe, usually so reserved in the emotions he expresses publicly, breaks into the widest smile you’ve ever seen. Is that your imagination, or does pink tint his cheeks? God, he’s so gorgeous like this, and you wonder how you got lucky enough to find him.

“You’ve always been better with words than me,” he laughs. “And Doll, you stole them right outta my mouth.”

With ease, he grabs your trunk with one hand and throws his other arm around you, protective as he leads you through the crowd. The people who were supposed to meet you at the boat fade to the back of your mind. Joe doesn’t say where you’re going, but with him, you’re certain that anywhere you end up will be called home.

#my dear I hope you have a good Christmas #I hope everyone has a good holiday #we will make it through #hugging you all tightly #joe toye x reader #joe toye #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #my writing #mutuals

[drowninginthoughts27]

hi em :) 🍎🍏 pls !!

Heyyy Rose!!! Thanks sm for the ask <33

🍎: Is there anything you straight-up won’t write?

Tbh I can’t think of anything that I wouldn’t write no matter the circumstances. If I had to pick something I think probably non-con, I could never see myself writing it in a sexual way/in smut… but at the same time I’m not entirely opposed to touching on the trama and impact of sexual assault if it fit in a fic I was writing. I think I’m a lot more open to writing about most topics opposed to reading them (but that’s more cause of personal shit) but anywho ig as of right now I’m not super interested in writing any form of a/b/o either so that could be my answer. As far as ships go there also aren’t really any I could say that I won’t ever write cause when I first got into the fandom I wasn’t a Jegulus stan and look at me now 👀

🍏: Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

Ik there is some stuff I overuse loads but I can’t put my finger on what exactly that would be,,, I think I use commas a lot so maybe that, I try not to use reoccurring phrases unless I deem it relevant/important/impactful to the story yk,,, as far as tropes go at least in ttwns I have multiple forbidden 3am calls (but I’ve only posted one of the chapters including this so far) and I just write a fuck ton of Jegulus, I would love to expand and write something focused more on a different ship (especially a wlw ship, pandalily had been on the mind a lot recently and I love them) but as of rn all of my works, both completed, wip, and upcoming are Jegulus-centric so idk,,, I do have a bit of an issue with run on sentences tho, like more often than not I can’t for whatever reason write a short sentence that I like and am willing to include in my writing :)

✨fruit emoji ask game for fic writers✨

#sorry my replies are all so lengthy #clearly I just like talking lol #rose tag <3 #em answers mail #ask game

[clarks-letterman]

Wally anon: I wonder how they're even gonna wrap everything up with how scattered everybody is rn. I know the reunited at the end of 4, but it's like...did they?

Oh, absolutely. Why else would he wear his shorts over his sweatpants so often on the show. Trying not to give everyone a mouthful eyeful. 👀 I'm sure there's been a bit of both, what with him having somewhat of a public thing (per ongoing discussions). I feel it's one of the times where bottom!Wally comes into play cause he's just so. exposed & open to be taken that he probably just bent over one of the times it happened, propositioning whomever he was with at the time to slide in.

Exactly. One thing we know we can rely on.👍

Yuppp. Being naturally handsy/charming just adds to the effect of him being playful cause he knows if you're REALLY not in the mood for it, he'll stop & just be there for you. But because he knows you so well, he knows that you're into the teasing for the most part.🫣

And he'd have a LOT to teach us after being pent-up sitting around & waiting all day. Close contact, bending over, spanking, using our tie to hold onto while he takes us from behind, etc. 🤓 (Emphasis on breed huh?)

Really would have us fidgeting in our seats from that fr.

Agreed. He's just got this perfect mix of sincerity & ego that while he does genuinely want to get closer to you from everything you've been doing thus far, he takes it as a challenge to prove that he still has skills in more than just. sports. I see this as a way of gaining a little sense of control over him cause you'll already have sped through the book when he's just getting into it & you turn his ultimatums against him. But, because he's so needy, you relent...but only after he's begged for long enough. 😌

Oh, yeah, he would NOT be giving up, even if he knew for a fact that you couldn't move in a certain class. It's just in his nature to keep going with something like that. And he would absolutely be unable to pull his eyes from you, especially as you try to stifle your moans & conceal your hand movements. And seeing how you cum in your pants with it not immediately vanishing like it does with him, knowing that he got you to do that, just turns him on all the more. 🫠

Hmm, alright. Good to know. Will see what I can think of to send in. Is there anything in particular you're leaning toward if I expand on anything?

I know what you mean… because it could all be a hallucination that they reunited from Walmart Freddy Krueger or are the emotionally like on the same level at least.

Oh definitely. The people he’s with would have to move out of the way so they could fit all that in frame LMAO. But yeah, he’s bent over, reaching to pull something out of the over in the Home Ec. room or he’s on the field picking up a football/soccer-ball/basketball/whatever he’s playing with and suddenly there’s this line tearing down the middle of his sweatpants in the back. Good thing he’s got the shorts to cover it, but when he’s not wearing them, I feel like he would try to make it less embarrassing by just owning it. Maybe taking a couple extra seconds to pick up the ball while he waits for you to notice.

That’s why the teasing feels like it never ends. He keeps doing it, because even if you’re trying to get homework done or actually focus on school-related things and get frustrated with him, he’ll keep doing it. I think in extreme cases, he would know when to stop but it’s baked into every interaction you have with him.

Wally Clark breeding kink confirmed?!!? He may not be able to make a baby under these circumstances, but he tries his hardest🤭 But I totally agree, he’s got his own lessons to teach and not all of them are gonna be easy to learn. Good thing you don’t have a class every period of the school day, so you have more than enough time for some one on one with him when he isn’t disrupting your class🫣

Fr and we gotta pray no one else sees the actions we’re doing, presumably by ourself.

Omg I love that he’s needy. But yesss it’s just like everything else (like his height) it’s a competition of sorts. You’re definitely lucky that you weren’t in school with him when he was alive, because he may not have been the smartest but everyone has their academic rival on some level. And if he could physically still bulk up, then you’d be in a world of trouble when all the workouts he’s doing with you actually improve his body (but I think it’s perfect already😮‍💨) I’m just saying in regards to if he could actually compete with you on that level.

He definitely keeps teasing you after you cum. Wally’s got infinite stamina so he’s eager to see it all happen again… and he may have forgotten that you need a little time to recover after the thrill of being teased and doing it in public. So, he’ll just ask how it feels, and constantly remind you that it’s there because of him, as if you couldn’t feel the mess already.🫣

Really anything’s fine! It doesn’t have to be as long as the other request you sent in! It can be any length and about anything (like i said before, the sky is the limit for the smut and plot parts, it can have both or just one lmao), I’ll write it because it’s wally🫡

#wally clark x male reader #wally clark x you #wally clark

[bushs-world]

Loki and the box he is put in

Awful title, I know but please bear with me. My mind isn't giving me any other idea rn ☺️☺️.

Anyways, so I was rewatching some scenes of the Loki series again (while I still have to finish Tlat, start she hulk and see werewolf by night, but well my priorities 🤷‍♀️), actually the Lamentis scene and I realised something.

Ok, so Loki has always been pushed into a box. And his biggest tragedy is that he actually turned into what the box expected or believed him to be, which further strengthened the box around him, making it tougher for him to break free (lots of box, I know. Can't think of a better word. Stereotype, maybe idk). And that ultimately ends up trapping him in a vicious loop where he was always mistreated and looked with a suspicious eye, and this in part influences his heel turn in Thor. And then his heel turn and descent into villiany further strengthened everyone's belief that Loki was a bad person which made it difficult for him to change.

And another interesting thing is that while who he became was in part influenced by the box, the box was also in part influenced by his own behaviour. So, in TDW everyone believed Loki would backstab Thor and if we think about it, Thor didn't leave him with much options anyways, so he fooled thor and overtook the throne as odin, but everyone believed Loki would backstab because he did exactly that in Thor. Which I feel made the reunion between the brothers tougher in TDW coz Thor didn't fully trust Loki and because of that Loki couldn't reconcile but Thor wasn't trusting because Loki broke his trust before. Like Thor said in Ragnarok, he was predictable.

And this thing continues in the series. Loki is again put in a box, this time by a trans temporal bureaucracy who decided that he was nothing more than a villian, or Sif who thought he will always be alone or Sylvie who thought that they were always destined to lose, or classic loki who thought he was supposed to play only one part, the god of outcasts. Once again, the boxes to fit him in were there. A villian, a loser, an outcast destined to be alone. And in normal conditions, we could have seen Loki actually falling in and turning into exactly these things, molding himself into the box he was put in, turning into who everyone believed he would be.

But in the series, he literally got to see that box in a metaphysical way. And that with the realisation that he was never in control, that all this while he like countless others was a puppet forced to play a part broke Loki out of his habits. And in the series, we actively see Loki breaking out of the box and choosing to be different. Some better, some good.

And the beauty of the series is that this change is proactive, not reactive. In his book, "the 7 habits of highly effective people", Stephen Covey talks about reactive and proactive people. And the difference is in a nutshell that reactive people's actions are dictated by what happens to them, they just react to it. And while we are all reactive in some way or the other, proactive people choose what the path they go. How they act isn't dictated by their situation, but by their choice. This shifts their locus of control from external to internal. So they have a greater say on how they behave.

And in the series, the change is proactive. Compare this to Loki's face turn in Ragnarok. He realises Thor loved him, he realised his father loved him and in the end he comes back to help Thor. He changes but because his circumstances change. His changed perspective about Thor and his family aids his change.

In the series however, he doesn't change because the circumstances around him changes. He actively decides to change because he wants to change his situation, not because his situation changes. Like in episode 4, he decides he doesn't want to be alone and actively seeks her out. All the while, he isn't sure of what she feels. Ideally, he should have opened himself up and started trusting others because he was surrounded by people who showed him they cared for him and he let his guard down, and this he was no longer alone.

But instead, in the series, he chose to be vulnerable and let his guard down in front of people because he cared for them and didn't want to be alone. In short he didn't change after the box changed but rather he actively chooses to change to break out of the box.

So, Loki's box dictates he will be alone because he doesn't let himself open up to another person because he is scared of rejection. And instead of his change being inspired by the fact that he meets someone who cares for him, his change is inspired by the fact that he cares for her and he doesn't want to be alone.

#loki #loki meta #loki series #loki series meta #sylvie #sylki

[donaidk]

I was the anon who was talking about Zak promising seats. I see now that I was wrong and that I should probably read into it more sorry 😅.

If anyone would like to know more about this testing narrative this article is pretty handy : https://www.planetf1.com/news/zak-brown-confirms-pato-oward-contract-extension/

Andreas gives a nice explanation of the process.

Now that is a pretty good explanation and it truly is pretty much the only official thing I know about them offering "F1 opportunities to anyone". Palou's lawyer talking about an opportunity in F1 was made to sound way better than it probably is in real life. Also, being happy with your current line up but knowing things can change and you have to have B,C and maybe even D plans should and does exist at the same time.

This can be controversial, but anyone in the world of business and money thinking shaking hands on a deal or promising things is written in stone like real contracts is a real idiot. That's exactly why you don't believe anyone talking about wanting drivers to stay or do whatever until it's an official statement from both side, supported by a contract. Learn this so you don't get fucked over in your jobs in the future.

An F1 team of course will try and offer things that will catch a drivers attention, but it's a slippery slide down if they do it wrong. They know this very well. Written evidence (i.e. contracts) can easily turn into evidence against them in a lawsuit like we might see with Palou and also Oscar, be the things as messy as it seems rn. They will not offer a seat to one without making sure the circumstances of that offer doesn't overlap an already standing contract.

It also makes sense, to use those two free practice options with the current cars in the smartest way possible and somehow find the driver most fitting for it with private tests and older cars that aren't limited.

#anon 🧡 #donask

[raplinesmoon]

Hey, first of all can I say that you're one of the most phenomenal writers on here and I've literally been in heaven since I came across your classical literature series Undisclosed desires: An anthology. I think I've been to maybe 30 fic finding blogs trying to look for more bts au based on classic literature but couldn't find anymore. Do you have any fic recs based on this exact theme? I'm enjoying your fics and ideas so much!

OMFG STOP IM—🥺💕💜, this is so incredibly kind of you to say!! Thank you for loving the anthology, and I’m so sorry for not updating it with the second story yet! Life and graduation are kicking my butt rn, but it means so much to hear you loved Hoseok’s story! This is such a passion project of mine and I love talking literature so much!

And to answer your question, there isn’t a lot out there! I’m gonna link some recs below, most of which are general historical/fantasy recs that I think fit the vibe in terms of emulating the classic literature storylines or style! Hopefully you give these wonderful stories and authors a try, and find something new here (note: all of these are nsfw, so please heed the warnings and do not interact if you’re a minor!)

If anyone has anymore, drop them here!

✰ Matters of the Heart by @hobidreams

This fits the theme perfectly and is almost as much of a classic as the tale it’s inspired by: Jane Eyre! This Hoseok is so incredibly dashing and Rain captures the vibes of a period piece so well!

✰ The Crown by @sopewriters

There was a period of time where I was truly obsessed with the War of the Roses, so imagine my glee when I saw a Yoonkook AU with them as the dueling kings ahhh!

✰ Dynasty by @jimlingss

I’m cheating here because this is based on a very suggestive historical film called “The Treacherous”, but Jungkook and OC’s relationship was so sweet in this and the dynamics of the palace were full of intrigue!

✰ Oranges and Lemons by @fantasybangtan

HOT HOT HOT! Based on Greek mythology, you have Hoseok and a goddess of an OC alone in an orchard, and well, turns out his silver tongue is good for more than just talking...

✰ Counterfeit Culture by @ggukcangetit

AHHHH modern day Pride and Prejudice pls!! This Seokjin and OC had such fun banter, and i loved the unexpected circumstances that made them realize the way they felt about each other so much!

✰ Prima Nocta by @yoon2k

Fi is such a queen when it comes to depicting twisty relationships that are morally grey! This medieval AU was so hot, but also full of mystery because we don’t know the characters’ true feelings or motivations.

✰ Hysteria by @venusjeon

This one right here!! This absolutely and completely reads like something from a classic literature novel, from the plot to the characters to the writing style! Booking an appointment with Victorian doctor Yoongi ASAP!

✰ His Service by @venusjeon

This was an intriguing medieval AU - it deals with a relationship with a pretty big age gap, but was done so well from depicting the intense feelings to the guilt to the awkwardness of the relationship!

✰ Bewitched, Body & Soul by @kithtaehyung

Namjoon as Mr. Darcy!! I repeat, Namjoon as Mr. Darcy!! Ryen’s writing is so beautiful and captivating that you can’t help but fall so hard for this Namjoon - she captures the feeling of marital bliss perfectly!

✰ Once Upon a Bracelet by @ladyartemesia

I loved this because it read exactly like some of my favorite YA fantasy novels! The world-building was amazing, with both complex and also humourous elements, and Jungkook and OC were too cute with their bond!

✰ Kanalia by @xjoonchildx

I keep recommending medieval AUs, but this one is actually stunning. Ana pays so much attention to detail to write a story about a captivating woman and  her life (why do all the best historical fics feature a sexy Hoseok? lmk)

✰ Over Jeweled Hills by @taegularities

This was so interesting! I loved the Pied Piper and Snow White crossover, and Yoongi as the Huntsman is such a perfect fit because you know he’ll bring those brooding, angsty vibes to the fic!

✰ Moonlit Throne by @hobidreams

If you haven’t read this yet, stop, leave this post, and go read! This is one of, if not the most epic drabble series I’ve ever read! We live a whole lifetime with King Yoongi in the Joseon era with love, tears, and laughter along the way. Truly such a fine body of work I cannot recommend enough.

✰ The Taste of Longing by @thatlongspringnight

NO but why am I feeling so much in such few words?! Like I was in shock after reading this because it takes talent to tell such a complete, enriching story in a short span! Also, Prince Namjoon is IT.

✰ A Piece of the Moonlight by @jimlingss and Enouement by @littlemisskookie

I’m grouping these two Mulan retellings together because they’re both excellent but also each unique in their own way! Both of them though, have lots of heartbreak and such a moral dilemma for the characters involved!

✰ One Year, My Love by @hayjeon

Cheating again bc this is based on the k-drama 100 Days, My Prince but this Jungkook is soooo cuuuteee! Like this is an adorable love story with some great historical elements!

#asks #secfir #bts fic recs #bts fic rec #bts fics #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts historical au #bts fantasy au #this took longer than I expected to compile but worth it! #show these authors some love!

[ukeishin]

— friends forever and ever and ever

note: im impatient so im posting rn 😁 but i’ve been having a lot of hinata thoughts lately. pls let me know what you thought of this!! i’d love to know :)

ft. hinata shoyo

warning: angst, hanahaki disease, unrequited love, blood

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You had no one to blame but yourself for your current predicament.

Your waste bin overflowing, your desk in total disarray, and your floor a mess as well.

Then again, it wasn’t like you intended to fall for Hinata, you muse, picking up one of the red-tinged petals you coughed up only moments ago. Using the sleeve of your sweatshirt, you carefully wipe off the blood that’s collected at the corner of your mouth. You grimace when you pull your arm away from your lips and see how crimson now stains the material of your sweatshirt. You’ll have to toss it into the wash later with all of your other blood-stained clothing.

The wooden frame of your bed digs into your back as you lean your head against your mattress. You wince at the sharp pain in your chest when you accidentally take a deep breath and begin to shallow your breathing so as to not further aggravate the flowers blooming in your lungs. Pity how something so beautiful only grows in such unfortunate circumstances. If you didn’t feel like absolute shit at the moment, perhaps you’d be able to admire it.

Hanahaki disease. The physical manifestation of unrequited love.

What a load of shit.

It’s rather dramatic in your opinion, and quite frankly rude. How dare your body betray your true feelings when the object of your affections so clearly does not feel the same way?

A tired grin crosses your face at the thought of Hinata: the man who’s been one of your closest friends ever since high school. Reflecting back, it was truly only a matter of time before you fell for him. While the two of you attended Karasuno, you were able to chalk up your feelings to those of friendship, but as time progressed, they evolved and soon enough morphed into romantic ones.

In high school, you successfully fooled yourself into believing your feelings were platonic.

At the time, Hinata was strictly your friend. You weren’t blind, you could appreciate that he was cute, in a boyish sort of way, but you were more preoccupied with things you deemed more important: schoolwork, managerial duties for the boys' volleyball team, and worries about your future.

But Hinata had somehow inserted himself in your life and stuck.

He was hopeless in school and the moment he found out that you scored relatively well in comparison to him, he begged you to tutor him. You were a bit skeptical at first, but you eventually relented. You were pleasantly surprised to find that Hinata was eager to learn the material and attentively listened to what you had to say, even if it was only because passing his exams was the only way for him to attend the Tokyo training camp.

You admired Hinata's tenacity and often stayed behind after practice had ended in the gymnasium to help him run drills over and over. He was determined to be the best he could be, and you didn’t mind helping him achieve his goals even if you weren’t exactly well-versed in volleyball. He would seek out your input and if you had any critiques or advice for him, Hinata would take it to heart and incorporate it into his next play.

Soon you began to spend time together outside of tutoring sessions and volleyball practices. You’d hang out with Natsu together and indulge in her whims and desires: weaving friendship bracelets, painting rocks, playing volleyball, and more. Your presence in the Hinata household became normalized, to the point where you could show up at their front door unannounced, and Natsu would simply throw the door open and exclaim, “big sibling!”

You’ve always been the greatest of friends so you’re not entirely sure when the change occurred.

Maybe it was when he left for Brazil. While Hinata was continents away playing volleyball, you remained in Japan attending university. It was easy to distract yourself with schoolwork and internships, but at the end of the day, you missed Hinata terribly. You two did your best to keep in contact with text messages and facetime, but with the time difference, it was difficult. It wasn’t the same and no amount of homework could fill that Hinata-shaped void in your life.

Up until that point, you didn’t realize just how much Hinata had weaseled his way into your life. It wasn’t like your life had ever revolved solely around Hinata, but you had grown accustomed to his presence. No matter what, you could always count on him to be there for you with a bright smile and some silly, but encouraging words.

It was when Hinata returned from Brazil after two years abroad that you realized you were completely and utterly fucked.

He had grown into himself in more ways than one. He carried himself with more confidence than he did before and his features weren’t cute in a boyish way anymore. He had matured and to put it bluntly, Hinata got fucking hot. His skin was sun-kissed, a beautiful golden tan, and he had grown a few inches taller in his time away. The muscles that lie right underneath his skin were strong and corded, and it didn’t go unnoticed how the muscles in his thighs were especially prominent. There was no doubt that Hinata had changed greatly in his time spent in Brazil, but then again, some things never really change. He still had that same old grin, which would brighten your day no matter the circumstances.

The two of you were able to pick up your friendship right where it left off.

That’s when the flowers had started to bloom.

You were unlucky even in comparison to others who suffered from Hanahaki disease. Most of the time, the growth of the flowers in one’s lungs would be gradual. However, in your case, it was accelerated. The first time you experienced a coughing fit, you filled your waste bin to the brim with bloodied petals.

You suppose it was because the realization that you were in love with Hinata had hit you like a freight train.

You did your best to conceal that you had Hanahaki disease. It would do no good to worry anyone with it, especially Hinata. Being in love with someone who didn’t love you was one thing. Being in love with an idiot who didn’t love you was another. If Hinata learned that you had Hanahaki, his first question would be “Who’s responsible?” and it would take everything within you to not scream that it was him.

So you crafted the perfect facade. You would plaster on a smile in front of others and act like everything was completely okay even if behind closed doors, blood-soaked petals were beginning to pile up. If anybody seemed to suspect something was amiss, you would wave aside their concerns and assure them that you were just feeling a little under the weather.

It hurt that Hinata didn’t love you back, but what hurt most was that he didn’t love someone else. There was no other person that was the object of his affections. There was no one that you could blame and point to as the reason why Hinata didn’t love you in return. The fact that Hinata just didn’t see you in any other way than a friend hurt more than the flowers killing you.

Alstroemerias. Those were the flowers that were filling up your lungs. A hollow laugh filled the air when you looked up the meaning of them: friendship. How cruel of the world to make the flowers blooming in your lungs represent the only relationship you would ever have with Hinata.

But, you’d rather have Hinata as a friend than not at all.

So you take care to maintain the smile that’s beginning to strain and ignore the sharp pain in your chest when Hinata tells you that you’re the best friend he could ever have.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagine #hinata x reader #hinata angst #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata x you #hinata imagine #hinata shoyo x you #celeste.adores #adoring.hinata #celeste.scribs

[frogtanii]

It’s wind anon. I know I should react to the Kenma part, but I just went through the update, saw Meiko’s portion and I have feelings that I need to get out because I’m so far gone right now—

I swear, I can break down every single text what the flip is this BS. Meiko, dear, do you,,,have a concussion. Are you thinking. What,,, this is like the time you were underdressed at the restaurant and you ended up getting drunk as heck.

Okay, let’s do the breakdown.

Coming in hot, we see Meiko with “tooru!!!!!!” (Yes, I did count the number of exclamation marks) firstly, the usage of his first name after ‘exiled’ where she raged at him and used Oikawa instead... mood swing much because I cannot believe the audacity of this... and really. First name basis. Trying to be close and to get rid of animosity, but not offering up anything like “hey, I’d appreciate talking to you for a sec if you’re free?” Or an apology for blowing up at him because he did indeed have your back, it’s just that you were the one problem. But yes, the exclamation marks too. A bit childish, obvious excitement...mmmm, I’ll move on to the next section.

Oikawa’s “oh. hey meiko” shows that he really ain’t up for this. First is the obvious low energy. I don’t want to go into depth about that but the “oh” shows that he paused. He saw her message. He answered. And he didn’t expect her to talk to him. Especially with that sort of energy. Mixed feelings towards her. And his “hey meiko”. I would say he is one of the more energetic of the House. He probably would’ve done something like “meiko!!! <3” in response before or something like that. He’s a bit flashy in that regard. But no punctuation. Just a downtrodden “hey” in response.

“don’t sound so enthused” she says. I mean, at the very least it seems she understands and can grasp tone from messages? But I am like “it would be more surprising for him to be enthused? I’m in awe of how you were able to become so enthused after you got yourself crushed into pieces by YN...” Besides that, even if Meiko wasn’t physically hurt, a confrontation of this sort would not lead to anyone having a happy mood? Me glancing between Meiko and all the therapists that were mentioned before because I really hope that we can figure something out because she gives off so many different vibes I am like... “what even goes on inside her brain...”

“can you blame me? you yelled at me the last time i talked to you” and this is the truth. He shouldn’t be enthused. You yelled at him, you disregarded his concern and you showed that you didn’t care for him as a person. Even if there was a circumstance where she didn’t yell at Oikawa, he would reach out first and be concerned about her health. Meiko has no grounds to try and blame him for anything right now. Frankly, I don’t think Oikawa should have even bothered answering her because I don’t think he is in the best place emotionally to deal with her.

“im so sorry sweetheart!!!! i didn’t mean it :(” lemme just day, wind anon cannot believe the BS that this message is. First, she says she is sorry. But really? Really. I can’t even look at her. Look, I don’t know what it is but “I’m so sorry.” Has the weakest apology energy. “I’m sorry.” Fine, decent, the classic and simplest. “I’m really sorry.” Also good! Shows regret. “I’m so sorry.” Sounds like you when you just learn that a person’s family member has passed away. There is something about “I’m so sorry” that doesn’t sound sincere to me and it’s infuriating. Next, the “sweetheart” I might’ve gagged a bit internally. Does she,,, talk like that? Normally? Is that a thing? She’s younger than him...and I don’t know but sweetheart sounds so condescending I literally can’t even— and finally, the “I didn’t mean it” yeah, well, you don’t mean anything because everything you say is BS that’s what you mean. Stop excusing your behavior. There is no merit behind it.

“you know i was just beat up and i couldn’t control what i was saying”. Okay, let’s break this down too. First, trying to incur sympathy by the “I was just beat up.” I cannot believe this gal. And the “you know” for a reference to a person’s knowledge of the matter, it lets them be more susceptible to beliefs. But the “I couldn’t control what I was saying” is complete utter hogwash. I mean, Meiko can’t control any bit of her because she is just impulse. But she excused her inability to control herself by saying it was because she was just beat up.

I don’t know what to say for the next portion. Alone, it’s cute, but put into perspective it’s just manipulation and she doesn’t love him. I’ll just move on.

“what do you need that you can’t ask iwa-chan?” Okay, so he didn’t reciprocate with an “I love you too” so that just shows what type of mood and how effective her words were. It also shows that she always messaged Oikawa when she needed something, because he caught on super quick to that. The “Iwa-chan” is interesting though. I wanna know if Oikawa talks to Iwaizumi after this conversation with Meiko because she is clearly going behind his back right now.

“oh well hajime is being very rude rn. he won’t let me leave my room!!!!” Okay, he had best interests at heart and Meiko...I know every single one of your rooms has a bathroom too. They’re bringing you food. They are letting people go into your room. Meiko, you wouldn’t have lasted quarantine if you’re this petulant now. It’s literally going to be like, 3 days max if you work to get an actual solution. I don’t want to break this down, I feel this is self explanatory. She feels entitled still.

“i know, it’s for your own good” he replies, and that is true but I am also of the belief that it is (hopefully) better for the rest of the house to not be in contact with her so I guess that’s that. Anyway, this shows Oikawa placating her, next

Meiko...being...not pretty. “ugh!!! but i wanna go out!!!!!!” Yeah, she would not have been able to be safe throughout the pandemic. Please,,, you’ll have fresh air if you open up a window,,, I know for certain you don’t exercise,,, please Meiko, shut up already you are making yourself look like more of a pile of garbage than you depict yourself as please I cannot handle the idea that the guys fell for this act—

“you have a black eye babe” okay, the black eye is actually Tooru trying to refer to knowledge that she has. As in, she should be trying to rest and get better right now. (Just curious, who treated her? For the injuries? She raged at Iwaizumi and Oikawa so maybe Daichi?) the babe gives off the placating vibe to me, still low energy, not very affectionate, but it’s there so I’m like “hm”.

“so??? omg are you calling me ugly tooru???????” Well...he didn’t call you ugly. But I might? Because you have the ugliest personality of everyone here. But also, shifting blame onto him. Gosh, I give Oikawa some water. He’ll get a migraine from this.

“of course not. i would never”. Low energy, not elaborating, I think he sees that she is trying to manipulate him, or at the very least he isn’t going to play that particular game. But actually, he runs a fashion channel on YouTube. We know Bokuto runs a fitness one and his header message was something along the lines of everyone’s bodies are beautiful, so chances are Oikawa has the same sort of idea for his channel too. He may criticize fashion, but he would never criticize the people wearing it or the people who made it in a mean way. He would be respectful, and he lets people do what they wish because it’s their choice. I mean, there has to be a reason why Meiko’s fashion is how it is—he doesn’t intrude on matters that aren’t his to intrude upon.

Okay, Meiko. I’m gonna stop trying to format the messages exactly how they are, autocorrect is making my time with them a bit too much, but she says she wants him to take her with him. Okay, starting off, you are really under the belief that he will take you on to a trip he has planned when he didn’t invite you in the first place? Pushy... but yes, her petulance again... me flicking water at her, “you got super drunk because you were underdressed at a fancy restaurant and now you have a face that looks like roadkill, how much do you want to embarrass yourself before you get turned into a pariah?”

Oikawa not knowing how she knows that is clear concern. Someone knowing your schedule when it’s none of their business and not public knowledge is major red flag. The “uh” shows that he is clearly taken aback. The ellipses shows that he doesn’t know what to think.

Okay, Meiko—she is actually able to notice something??? Good golly gee, I am baffled by how she did that when everything else she does is on fire. But the consistency probably gave it in. She may have been looking for him at one point, noticed he was out, and saw the pattern then. But actually, wouldn’t she be good at noticing the patterns of the guys so that she always knows which one to go to and use? Thoughts.... but I’m curious about the fact she said the “same group of absolute losers”. I highly doubt they always go and meet up directly in eye view of the house? Chances are they meet up at a bar or something? This potentially could be a thing where Meiko was stalking them? It would be interesting if she saw them while she was out as well—and if yahaba and kyoutani noticed her around before too. Also, her saying “you ain’t slick” like,,, Meiko, have you looked into a mirror. Can you see.

Oikawa defending his friends, we stan. Let’s move on though: “they’re so much younger than you?? and yahaba is def not cute lmao” me, doing like the... monkey meme where they look away because I am just like??? Meiko, you’re younger than Oikawa. I bet Yahaba and Kyoutani are your age. And anyone younger than you is a loser huh? That’s why you look at Bokuto and YN like they are dirt beneath your feet. (And Yes, I do remember that you put Bokuto and YN as the babies of the house, this reoccurrence is very well done). And she went and insulted Yahaba directly like...you’re talking to his friend? What are you doing? Excuse me? I beg your pardon?

And the ellipses strike again— and Oikawa is fishing for information because we have seen him—he listens to logic. And Meiko... her emojis... wind anon be flicking more water at her, she is too much. Also. Kyoutani. She is calling Kyoutani cute. This was the message that made wind anon start this long analysis. Kyoutani, cute? Listen. Kyoutani would take one look at this parasite hanging off his arm with her swollen black eye that was slathered with makeup and her lacking clothing sense, before looking at Oikawa who would be so haggard by then, and then Kyoutani would force her off his arm before grabbing Oikawa and running off with Yahaba following them. There is no way at all Kyoutani would involve himself with Meiko. I refuse to believe he would go for her.

Okay, the two messages after about wingmanning—I don’t want to do a large scale analysis of it. Oikawa really is shown to have good sense for Meiko’s intentions. His intuition is good. And we know that he cares and respects his friends and he focuses on their capabilities. He knows them. Meiko is just...childish in the worst of ways.

“You don’t see the issue with this”. Oikawa really digging in his feet. First, he wished to be in a relationship with Meiko. And here she is, asking for him to wingman to get her together with one of his friends, who may not even like her—and I bet that if it doesn’t go well, she would blame Oikawa for it like really—but I give Oikawa more water for the migraines Meiko induces.

“What?? It’s not like we’re actually together lol”. The laugh out loud at the end really shows how much of a joke she sees this as. She sees him as a joke. And she just crushed all his efforts and actions to try and get into a relationship. And actually...will Meiko ever get into a relationship with another? She has no loyalty. She definitely wouldn’t have ever got into a dedicated relationship with one of the guys. And she would be the type to get upset if they slept around, wouldn’t she? A hypocrite.

“Ugh don’t be like that!!! I’m sure you sleep around too!!” Okay, she is trying to defend herself while also potentially blaming him if he does. It’s just manipulation...I’m gonna move on...

Oikawa’s just done and his “I don’t” holds a lot of emotion. But Meiko’s response back I don’t believe at all. “Oh well that’s your fault, I don’t really give a sh*t if you sleep around hehe!!!” First, blaming him for his choice of only choosing you??? And I highly doubt the second part because she is shown to throw blame and ditch people for negligible reasons—I have no trust towards her words. I do not believe her. I believe she would care. I believe she would blow up at the guy before leaving him.

“Of course you don’t” And there is the utter doneness. He has given up on Meiko in this message. He doesn’t care anymore. He was already not in the mood for her when she first messaged him, he doesn’t want to see her at all anymore. He’s given up.

“So you get it!! Perfect!!!!” Please, wind anon has written so much already, her eyes are sweating everytime she has to look at Meiko being like this hhhhh. “I’ll be ready at like 9pm? Come by my room!! Actually no I’ll come by yours” and her usage of emoji. Get her away from me and everyone in PF. She’s toxic. Send her off with hazardous waste. Also, she deliberately changed from her room to coming by his. She is cutting off him so he has to go with her, he can’t just sneak out and not wait at her room (though she did offer a time so he could just go out now and ditch her presence completely). But it would be amusing if he did something like lock his door, (either after he’d go out or if he wold leave through window) and she would just be there waiting all decked out in her clothes and makeup pounding on his door. He wouldn’t answer and the others would see her out of her room (a misdemeanor). And then she would have to make an excuse. But it would be hard...because Oikawa has text evidence of Meiko going against Iwaizumi to just play like this.

“And if I say no?” Says Oikawa, who is testing the waters—very smart. We approve. “You won’t.” She replies, because she is terrible and we hate her controlling, manipulative, abusive self and we would all fight her. And she ends it off with a “great!! see you then!” Because she has to have her way and the last say.

Okay, wind anon is done

Completely. Utterly done with the analysis and reaction for that. Might not get to Kenma and YN analysis because I went off in this one but just know I appreciate it and I’ll try to get to it—just,,,not today.

I hope Oikawa sends these screenshots to like, Iwaizumi at the very least but it would be even better if he just drops it in a group chat with Daichi and Osamu instead and asks them to keep an eye on her for “her own safety” and ask her to stay in her room. She’s too daring and if she blows up on him after, he will receive more evidence of her being terrible. And of course, he’s smart. He’ll definitely block her number when he doesn’t want to bother with her anymore. Okay, wind anon is ending here. The ask is too long. I think it’s the longest ask I’ve ever sent. I wish you well fr0ggy. I hope your sleep is pleasant and you wake up very rested and refreshed!

WOO LONG POST!!!! i cannot nearly respond to all this!!!! but!!!! i am in Awe??? text by text???? i love this????? ur so amazing i <3 u

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #wind anon

[agentfreckles]

So I saw this video on Instagram where this woman was pranking her partner and basically she randomly got all dolled up and claimed she was just going to the grocery store to see how they would react. Do you think UB would have any funny reactions to that prank??

This is probably not at all what you were looking for, anon, but the second I read this I was immediately hit with inspiration. Long story short, your ask allowed me to complete my first fic after over a month of intense writer’s block. So I hope you enjoy my dumb little Adam drabble because I am seriously so thankful for you rn 😭

All Dolled Up 

Rating: General

Word Count: 1,308

Pairing: Adam x Female!Detective (Ramona Gibson)

Summary: Ramona selects a highly unconventional outfit for her trip to the grocery store. Adam is not amused. 

Notes: This is my first time writing specifically for Ramona which has me feeling all kinds of happy. Her name is only used twice and there are no pronouns used, so hopefully it’s not too distracting if you want to imagine your detective instead. But I’m so excited to finally give Ramona a voice and I hope you all like her as much as I do!

"Oh, come on!" I mutter angrily, about ready to rip out this stubborn curl that has decided to flop in front of my face yet again. My reflection stares back at me through the hallway mirror as I shove the lock of hair back in place for what must be the hundredth time in the past five minutes.

I don't even know why I'm putting so much effort into some lame practical joke anyway. The fact that I'm even doing a prank at all is completely ridiculous and so unlike me. Surely Felix hasn't been that much of a bad influence on me the last several months, right? But then again, he was the one who brought this concept to my attention by showing me some video he had found a couple days prior before not-so-subtly suggesting I try out the same thing on a certain Commanding Agent next chance I get. 

And somehow despite my reservations I ended up taking Felix up on his proposition and spent the better half of one of my rare evenings off getting all dressed up for what exactly? Just to get a rise out of Adam -- something that I can do just fine without having to fight to get my hair under control or squeezing into a form-fitting dress and high heels? Sounds like a hell of a waste in retrospect when it seems like all I have to do these days is breathe in his general direction to press his buttons, given how much tension there's been brewing between us the past couple of weeks.  

Now that I think about it, maybe it's that same tension that has me feeling compelled to act out in this way. Perhaps this whole thing was bred out of some desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, seeing me all done up and glamorous will give Adam the push he needs to throw away his inhibitions and finally-

No. I won't even entertain the thought.

This is just a silly little prank amongst coworkers. No big deal.

Renewed determination quells the nerves in my chest and I give my reflection a resolute nod before squaring my shoulders and striding down the length of the hallway. With one final calming breath and a whispered "You can do this, Ramona," I give the living room door's elegant brass handle a twist and step inside.

No turning back now.

Adam is sitting on the worn leather sofa near the fireplace when I enter the living room, looking lost in thought as he stares into the crackling flames with a deep-set frown. He breaks from his pensive state and stands at the sound of my footsteps before turning to offer a greeting, but the sight of me, or rather my outfit, makes the words get caught in his throat. When he does eventually speak, it's in a voice so soft I nearly miss it. 

“Ramona...”

Heat blooms on my cheeks both at the unexpected use of my name and the way his gaze passes over every inch me with the reverence and care of a lover's caress. With the help of the dim light from the fire's glow I am able to detect a glimmer of desire in those icy green eyes, the intensity behind them making my brain fog up with so much steam that I nearly forget about the practical joke I'm supposed to be pulling entirely.

"Hi," I offer pathetically, immediately clearing my throat to dispel some of the tension in the room and restore power to my malfunctioning brain. Miraculously, it manages to do the trick as even Adam seems to break out of the trance-like state he was in. He folds his hands behind his back, adopting the familiar rigid stance I've come to associate with the Commanding Agent when he's attempting to appear guarded and aloof.

“I haven’t heard mention of any formal events in your schedule," he remarks cooly. A soft smile grazes my lips when I notice his gaze still lingers on me a few seconds longer than necessary despite his attempt to convey casual disinterest. "May I ask where you’re headed?”

I smile, everything from the expression on my face to my body language a perfect picture of innocence as I deliver the punchline. “Just to the market to grab some groceries."

I wish I had brought a camera to record the speed at which Adam's eye dart up to meet mine, immense confusion overtaking his features. Suddenly I'm not so sure which reaction I enjoyed more: the unmistakable attraction radiating off of him in waves when I  had first arrived or the perplexed, almost outraged look on his face now.

"You’re welcome to come with me if you’d like.”

“I beg your pardon?” Adam scoffs, ignoring the invitation and instead cocking a brow and folding his arms disapprovingly as he studies me with a far more judgmental eye than he had before. “I fail to see how cocktail attire is an appropriate garment choice for a supermarket.”

Oddly emboldened by the clear distaste in his words, I decide to push a little further.

“What, you don’t like it?” I reply in mock offense before turning once in a small circle, my pace deliberately slow to give Adam the best possible view of the way the fabric clings to my every curve while I try not to get too wrapped up in the feeling of his eyes hungrily drinking me in once more.

“I didn’t say that.” Adam replies once I've finished my little display, coughing lightly in an effort to hide the slight strain in his voice as he speaks. “However, my point still stands. You are far too overdressed for a simple errand run. I would highly suggest you change into something more practical that is better suited to the task you aim to complete.”

Oh, now that's a bit of a mood killer.

Really, out of all the possible outcomes I was hoping to get out of this, an impromptu lecture from Adam was not one of them. The heat that was steadily building up between us fizzles out at his commanding tone and annoyance quickly takes its place.

Must he always be such an ass?

The indignant scoff that escapes my lips this time is completely genuine. “Says the guy who wore a button up and slacks into a sewer not too long ago.”

“I-You—Those were entirely different circumstances!" Adam splutters, clearly not expecting to have that particular incident brought up again, let alone in the middle of a debate he was so certain he had won just a moment before. The disbelieving look I toss his way helps him regain his composure quickly and his expression hardens once more as he fixes me with an icy glare. “And even if they were somehow similar, my motivations for doing so were far more commendable than whatever ridiculous excuse you’ve managed to come up with for this, I'm sure.”

“Oh really?” I mimic his stance, folding my arms across my chest and raising a challenging brow. “And what were those motivations exactly?”

“I...“ My chin proudly raises in triumph as I watch Adam’s stony mask crumble, a blush now rapidly coloring the pale skin of his face and neck as he struggles to speak. I must admit his reaction comes as a bit of a surprise. I’ve never seen him quite so flustered. And clearly neither has he judging by the way his gaze darts around the room in search of something, anything to rescue him from the nightmare this conversation has turned into.

"Well?"

Just as the red tinge on his cheeks is beginning to reach tomato-like levels of intensity Adam suddenly straightens. “I have work to do.”

And with that he turns on his heel, quickly marching past me and out of the room.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #adam du mortain #twc detective #this is very dumb lol #but honestly guys writing has been a STRUGGLE this past month #so the fact that I was able to get an idea and see it through to completion #featuring TWO characters I haven’t written at length yet no less #bruh that's HUGE #seriously though it's been a hot minute so please be gentle if this sucks #frecklesfic #ask freckles #oc: ramona gibson

[darkpoisonouslove]

2, 7, 11, 12, 18, 29, 33 :)

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

Because I love the characters and want to explore what happens with them in different scenarios. It is just interesting to see how the same person can change and be reshaped by the circumstances while keeping their core personality... Or because canon is dumb as hell and wrongs the babies and we can’t have that.

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Right now? With the writing. I am piecing together stories the entire time but the actual writing part is just not happening. I don’t know what exactly happened. It might be lockdown getting to me and the fact that it is confusing my emotions which definitely makes writing much more unclear. But I also lack concentration lately and I haven’t been able to listen to music. Lately I do everything with a TV show playing in the background. It fries my brain to have my focus torn between two things 100% of the time but quietness or even music is giving me anxiety and I don’t know how to fix that. I feel like that is a big part of the problem because with an episode playing in the background, I can’t exactly immerse myself in the writing. It’s fun because I have never been in a situation like that before and I don’t know what to do.

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Lately I am mostly writing about magic. I just like coming up with cool magical lore and creatures and plot to fit those in. I can’t exactly focus on characters all that much (which is where the confused emotions come in). It’s okay right now because I have a lot of work on the rewrites I am doing which are full of magical and plot stuff to figure out but I hope that once finals are over, this issue will settle a little bit.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

I already talked about my most prominent WIPs and the ones I have been paying attention to recently.

Tbh I have been looking at the Domme AU these last few days and I am still so excited about that. I can’t say that I have actually come up... with new stuff. Wait, I actually did. I was looking at chapter 4 - the damn monster - and made some mental notes on what I want to include in chapter 5. I thought I had that figured out but I guess there is more to think about both the structural components of that chapter and PoVs to include. I realized that I haven’t done a great job of developing Valtor’s character and that will need more work before I can actually write anything else. I feel like the chapters I already talk all circle around the same vagueness about Valtor’s emotional state without giving any concrete progress and that will need to be fixed. Griffin is relatively developed since she also has a goal outside of their relationship which makes her feel more complete as a character but Valtor is still a work in progress and I need to do some thinking before I know what I am aiming for with him in more concrete terms. It will improve the story and will probably - hopefully - prevent another chapter as mercilessly long as chapter 4.

18. I already answered that here. (Also where I talked about the WIPs.)

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

The Griffin x Palladium fic - Return to Need - I wrote on a request was definitely outside of my comfort zone. I couldn’t really imagine what a relationship with them would look like and it was a smut prompt so I just strayed as far away from that as possible while digging more into the emotional side and that worked out pretty well. I am actually perfectly happy with what came out of that and pleased with myself for actually rising to the challenge.

There were also two other fics I wrote as requests that were based on songs.

The first one was a Valcy fic - Old As Ice  -  that made me slightly uncomfortable because I hate the way Icy drools over Valtor on the show and I had to think a little about how to go around that. I am more than happy with the result, however, as I pulled out some amazing imagery and creative metaphors and I love the way it all turned out. It is probably one of my best things even if it is short and doesn’t have a plot. It is more of a character and relationship study.

The other one is a Driven fic - Purple Will Be the Color of Your Death - that was based on the song Bang by Armchair Cynics. That one could (and probably should) have been taken in a sexual way but since murder also worked, I decided to do that. I wasn’t comfortable writing smut about Riven and Darcy so I thought “Let’s have the murder instead”. It got pretty dark (especially considering how short it is) but I really like it because I have used some cool imagery again and it dug a little in the Darcy and Riven relationship as it was portrayed on the show even though I feel like there was a lot more to it than they thought okay to show. It is definitely not an accurate portrayal of their relationship, or at least not one that feels accurate to me but it was still pretty interesting to write.

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

I can’t think of anything in particular right now. Maybe because I don’t know what I am doing in my writing process atm. It feels like it is under construction and that is both scary and annoying because it makes it hard to write rn. I am trying to push through but I am just too exhausted to force myself some days even though I would love to actually work on my ideas because I am super excited about them.

Tbh - and I am not saying this to guilt anyone - I would love to hear more from my audience about my writing. I got to 300 followers and I have no idea why the bigger part of these people follow me. I don’t want to turn this into whining about commenting because that is not what it is. It just feels a little weird to have that kind of following yet mostly scream in a void is all I’m saying. The interaction just feels a little slow sometimes. Again, not to make anyone feel shitty. This is just how I feel and I know that I am not the easiest person to interact with because if I am exhausted, I may take some a significant amount of time to respond.

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[gingerwritess]

Hey Theo! I just wanted to asking you could write something with Elliot on a sugar high before bed and maybe Loki and Reader treat putting Elliot to sleep like a mission... and maybe a steamy end???????

actual content?? on this blog ??? it’s more likely than you think ;)

oh my GOSH this was so so hard to write y’all i have had writers block so badly lately so thank you for sticking around!

this has mentions of drinking in it, no drunkenness, just sipping drinks :) ps this didn’t follow the request exactly i’m SORRY but i definitely have elliot on a sugar high in here! + steamy middle, but it works…

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You’ve lost your babies.

One of whom is the father of your actual baby, but you’re fairly certain that he was the one who took the candy in the first place.

The giggles coming from the bathroom might be a good hint, so you peek your head in the dark little room to find two silhouettes sitting in the empty bathtub, doubled over with laughter.

“Shh!!”

More giggles, and you yank the shower curtain aside.

“And just what do you two think you’re doing?”

“Your son started it,” Loki blurts, shoving the bag of candy into Elliot’s lap—who just screeches and throws it right back at him.

“Nuh uh!! Mommy, that’s not true! He brought it to me, he said I could have it!”

The little finger in Loki’s face never wavers as Elliot clambers over Loki’s legs to stand, hastily wiping at the chocolate smeared across his mouth.

“Little silvertongue,” Loki mutters as he pulls himself to his feet. “This was your idea, Elliot, I suggested we invite your mother as well…”

Hands on your hips, you raise an eyebrow at your son. “Is that true?”

Elliot giggles and plants his hands on his hips, too, grinning up at your “strict” gaze.

“Nope!”

“What am I going to do with your father?”

“He needs a spanking,” Elliot giggles as you lift him out of the bathtub, smoothing out the red cape on his shoulders. “He’s been real bad.”

Loki lets out a snort. “Don’t get my hopes up, Elliot.”

“Huh?”

“Loki.” You smack him in the chest, only to receive a wink in return. “C’mon, you two. We were supposed to be there five minutes ago.”

“I’m still tempted to forbid you from leaving the house dressed like that, Elliot.” Climbing out of the bathtub, Loki heaves a great sigh and tosses Elliot his little foam mjolnir. “As adorable as you look, I’m still insulted.”

Elliot giggles, clambering onto the counter to adjust his feathered helmet in the mirror. “I was you last year, daddy, it’s uncle’s turn. Gotta share, ‘member?”

Clearly Loki still isn’t thrilled with the notion of his son dressing up as his infamous brother…but given the circumstances and Thor’s blatant adoration for his kid, he sighs and waves a hand at Elliot.

“Right as always, my liege.”

Elliot grins from his spot up on the counter, tossing the little hammer from hand to hand. His lips curl, dimples forming in his chubby little cheeks—you know that look. He’s plotting something, isn’t he?

“Kneel, daddy.”

“Excuse me?”

The little boy bursts into a fit of giggles, chucking the foam hammer at Loki—who only gasps and scoops him off the counter with one great big “oh, how dare you,” lugging the mini-god of thunder off to the car amidst many laughing squirms and shrieked protests.

Once you’re at the tower, Loki’s reminded of just how much much he dislikes these social events.

Elliot left the moment you were through the door, zooming off with mjolnir in the air, cape fluttering, yelling for his uncle—leaving Loki a tiny bit sour, his hand still reaching for Elliot’s, who’s practically teleported away.

You take it instead.

“He’ll be back.” You give his hand a squeeze. “Must just be really excited about the prospect of flying.”

“I can fly,” Loki says under his breath, shoulders dropping. “Maybe not in the same way as Thor, but I can.”

Your soothing, reassuring response is cut off by a clinking of metal near your feet—you glance down.

Morgan’s waddled her way in front of you.

“What in all Hel—”

“Loki!”

The little girl waves up at the two of you, a great big toothless smile on her face.

Under the gold horned helmet on her head, that is.

“I’m you!”

She pokes Loki in the thigh. “See? Look it, look it, I’m you! Mr. Loki of Ath-gard!”

Either Loki is about to laugh, or the Stark legacy is about to end sooner than expected.

“That’s an amazing costume, Morgan!” You quickly smile and give the horns on her little helmet a playful tug, a hand on Loki’s arm, just in case. “Why’d you want to be Loki? Not your dad or…anything else?”

“I wanted to be somethin’ scary for Halloween,” she explains, reaching into the leather pouch around her waist. “Somethin’ scary ‘n ugly that’ll make people scream! So my dad said I should be Mr. Loki. I like it.”

Finding whatever she was looking for, she grins and pulls out a little blue cube.

“Tesseract,” Loki croaks. “C-clever.”

Keep it together, Lokes; she said she liked it, right?

It’s…adorable, actually, the beaming little brunette swishing the green cape around her, a banana hanging off her hip—

“Wait, what’s the banana for?”

“Mom wouldn’t let me have a knife,” she sighs, lifting the cape for a better look at the banana.

Loki looks like he might throw up.

“What’d’ya think, Mr. Loki?”

Silence, and you nudge him in the arm, praying he’ll focus on the endearing part of the costume.

“It’s…clearly the best costume of the night.”

Oh, thank god.

Morgan lights up and squeals, and you give Loki’s hand another squeeze, silently thanking him for not ruining her spirits.

“It’s better than Elliot’s, too,” she decides, adjusting her helmet before spinning on her heel and bolting away, cape fluttering. “I gotta go show ‘im!!”

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a little admirer,” you remark with a grin, tugging Loki over towards the drinks. “Wonder how much candy she’s had.”

“None, if you can believe that.”

“Tony! Hey, the place looks great!”

You hug the billionaire, much to the chagrin of your husband behind you, tiredly requesting two drinks and downing his in one gulp.

“Stark,” he then smiles, setting down the cup and offering his hand. “Happy…Halloween.”

Nailed it. Look at him go, all social ‘n stuff.

“I haven’t seen Elliot,” Tony says, ignoring Loki’s extended hand and wrapping him in a tight hug. “What’s the little bugger gone as, this year?”

“A complete—buffoon—” Loki grunts and squirms away from the hug.

“He wanted to dress up as Thor.” Smacking Loki in the arm, you sigh and try to find your son, lost amidst a crowd of friends. “It’s really cute, he’s got a little hammer and cape! There he is.”

They follow your point to find Elliot perched on the arm of a couch, eagerly listening to Morgan explain every detail of her costume, from the tip of her horned helmet down to the contents of her little pouch—

The mock-tesseract, spare banana, and a bit of green colour-powder—which she promptly takes a handful of and blows in Elliot’s face.

“Boom! Magic!”

Your little boy is mesmerised.

“Elliot’s pretty calm for already having eaten half a bag of candy,” you point out, nudging Loki with your hip. “Thanks to this bad boy, that is.”

“Uh oh…” Tony grins, giving Loki a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Been naughty, Lokester? Careful…tonight’s the one night mommy and daddy don’t need an excuse for the screams, ‘f y’know what I mean.”

You snort into your drink, but Loki just dryly replies with a monotone “I use a spell, thanks,” and takes another sip.

“Someone needs to get into the spooky spirit,” Tony laughs, nudging you in the arm. “You better chain him up or somethin’, celebrate.”

“Yes, Tony, thank you for the sex advice,” you groan, pushing him away. He just gives a loud whoop and hurries off to go talk to the kids—probably a terrible idea.

Loki’s still quietly leaning against the bar, watching the kids laugh and sipping his drink.

Well…maybe Tony had a point.

He could use a bit of a pick me up. And it’s been a couple days, given Elliot’s recent obsession with space—that’s been requiring you and your hubby to spend your nights cuddled up with your son, illusions upon illusions of the universe sparkling across the ceiling.

Not that you could ever complain.

“So…” you sidle up close to him again and laying a hand on his chest. “Are we going to be needing chains tonight, love?”

Loki quirks an eyebrow. “Maybe something to tie you down, but I don’t think chains will be necessary.”

“Oh. Expecting me to cooperate, hm?”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, taking a slow sip and pointedly licking his lips. “Don’t cooperate, see what happens.”

“Maybe I will,” you hum, a hand slipping up to take the drink from his hand and set it aside, turning his face to yours. “Hey.”

He looks at you, eyes tired but twinkling.

“Hey.”

“You okay?”

There’s an undeniable dimness to his eyes, but he gives you a small smile and tips his head down to brush his lips against yours.

“Thank you,” he whispers—you frown into his lips.

That’s not an answer.

“What’s on your mind?” You pry again, hands coming to rest on either side of his face.

“Currently…” his kiss deepens, tongue flitting out to flick over your lips. “You, a little…mm, tied up…”

“Save it,” you laugh, twining your arms about his neck and pulling him closer. “There’s children present.”

Breaking apart, your noses bump. “We could leave,” Loki whispers. “Thor has an eye on Elliot, no one would know we’re gone.”

“Ah, yes, there’s got to be a closet in this place that we haven’t already tainted…”

Casting a quick glance around to see if anyone would notice, Loki twines his fingers through yours and pushes off the bar into the small crowd, a tiny, eager grin on his face.

You’ve no choice but to follow, really…not that you wouldn’t.

*cue wii music in the background*

i’d like to take this pure moment to remind you. be a nice person. love people. let people live their own lives. you and Loki totally aren’t making out+ in a closet rn. am i avoiding it? yes. go be nice.

*end scene*

“You still haven’t—ugh, answered me,” you huff, grabbing Loki’s arm when he sets you back on your feet, snagging another kiss. “What’s wrong?”

The little mechanical closet is dark, air heavy and filled with the whirring of computer parts, and Loki tugs you closer, fingers still tight around your hip.

“Nothing.” His lips capture yours again. “Remember the first time I dragged you into a dark closet?”

“Of course, I don’t think I’d forget the knife to my throat. You really liked your death threats, didn’t you?”

“I’m so sorry,” he chuckles, face buried in the curve of your neck. “Thank you for being patient enough to teach me how to properly display my emotions.”

“I think you and closets matured nicely,” you murmur with a grin. “This is a much better option.”

Loki smiles, lips turned against your skin, and his breathless little sighs fall on your ear as he starts kissing you again—warm and open-mouthed along your jaw.

A hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, tugging you closer.

It slowly slips to your back, and the kisses slow to a stop.

His arms wrap around your waist and hold onto you tight.

“Loki?”

You can feel his heart thumping rapidly against your chest.

“Loki, what’s the matter?” Carding your fingers through his hair, you quickly hug him back just as tightly. “Talk to me, sweetheart, please.”

“Are you real?”

Muffled against your skin, his voice quivers.

“Yes,” you breathe, holding him closer. “Yes, of course I am—”

“And our son?”

You nod furiously and cradle the back of his head, keeping him tight in your embrace. “Yes, he is, he’s yours and mine and he’s real.”

“Alright.”

“Where’s this coming from, snowflake?”

He takes a shuddering breath—your heart drops. What happened?

“Stark,” he mumbles, and you sink to the floor, bringing him down with you in your arms.

“What about him?”

“He deserves this. A wife. A daughter. Family, happiness.”

“So do you,” you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, over and over and over. “So do you, Loki, you deserve this, too.”

But as expected, Loki shakes his head and clutches at your back. “No, I don’t. Every day I wake, I think this is a dream. Just a fantasy.”

“But it’s not,” you argue, and you push him back by the shoulders to stare into his dim green eyes. “You are more deserving of happiness than anyone I know, and—”

“What have I done to deserve this?” He snaps, and you brush a lock of hair out of his face. “Stark has saved this planet time and time again, one of which was saving your world from my own reign of terror. I brought nothing but destruction to this realm, horror and death and destruction, yet here I am. Living here, with my family, happy.”

He spits the word out with such venom.

What a horrid paradox he lives in—loathing himself, finally finding happiness, only to despise himself so terribly that he won’t let himself enjoy it.

“You listen to me, Loki.” Your mouths meet once more, quick but firm. “So what, you’ve done some bad things. So have I, and so has Tony, so has Thor, and your father, and so has literally every single person in this entire universe.”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. You have to find a way to forgive yourself. You’re a good person, Loki. Someone I love, and someone our son loves.”

He doesn’t respond, just huddled in front of you staring back into your eyes, desperately trying to believe you.

Stroking a hand along his cheek, you give him a small smile. “I love you, Loki.”

Still nothing—just a quick, teary blink as he stares.

“I love you,” you whisper again, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Then you grab his face in your hands and drag him towards you, pressing quick little smooches across his cheeks and nose and lips and eyes and anywhere you can reach, down his jaw and over the hands he’s pushing you away with, wrought with laughter.

“Stop, stop,” he laughs, a hand on your face to keep your kisses at bay. “Gods, woman, I get it. I love you, too.”

You kiss the palm of his hand.

“I love you.”

Loki rolls his eyes. “I love you, too.”

“No, I love you.”

“I’m not doing this with you,” he laughs, lips puckering when you squish his cheeks in your hands and smush your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“But I loooove you, baby…” your hand slips under his shirt to lay against his heart, and you sling an arm around his neck to drag him into another kiss.

“I—mmf—love you,” Loki grunts—lips too squished and busy to get anything more out. “S-so much—”

His heart beats steadily under your palm.

Good.

Pushing him back with a loud smack, you take a deep breath and grin at him.

“Your kisses still knock the air right out of me, snowflake.”

“Well,” he huffs, swiping a hand across his mouth, “you don’t exactly pause for air, darling.”

Air comes second, when it comes to kissing Loki.

“C’mon,” you laugh, pulling yourself to your feet and holding out a hand to him. “Lets go find our baby-Thor before anyone gets suspicious.”

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The Halloween party blazes on as the two of you wind your way back to the bar, on the lookout for a hulking blond god and his dark haired mini-me.

But, the sight of the mini-Loki catches your eye first—Morgan’s cackling.

That’s the first bad sign.

The second is the pile of empty candy wrappers her and Elliot are throwing in the air like confetti, littering the floor around them, and the third—the one flashing a neon sign saying I screwed up—is Thor’s guilty grin.

“What did you—”

“MOMMY!!”

Your little boy comes barrelling across the floor to crash into your knees, grinning and out of breath.

“Did you know you can make love??”

You all but choke on air. “What?!”

“Uncle Thor said you ‘n daddy made love!! I wanna make some, show me how!” Jumping up and down, Elliot’s screeching, turning heads across the entire room.

Your heart plummets.

“Elliot, shh, please!” You drop to your knees and clap a hand over his mouth, trying to stop the incessant bouncing. “Don’t say that so loudly, shush!!”

Elliot nods furiously, still giggling as he squirms it from under your hand. “I wanna make love!” He whisper-yells, hands in little fists pumping in the air. “I wanna make some love and give it to daddy, what’re the ingred-ents??”

“Thor.” You stand, shoving a finger in the burly god’s chest. “What the hell did you tell him?”

“Well, he asked where you went—”

Loki hits the floor, he’s laughing so hard.

“In all truthfulness, this is your fault,” Thor offers, pointing a finger at Loki. “You always tell me to never lie to your son!”

“Why—hah—why, by Odin’s beard, would you think to tell him that??”

“It’s the truth,” Thor grumbles, popping another chocolate bar in his mouth. “Clearly you two were off trick-or-treating each other, I merely put your thirst into child-friendly terms…”

“That’s enough, Thor, thank you.” You clap a hand over your eyes with a groan—Elliot’s still chanting—albeit quietly—“make! love! make! love! make! love!”

“On that note, we’re leaving.” You swoop Elliot’s giggly self into your arms, only to have him start screeching and practically roll out of your arms.

“I DON’T WANNA GO YET!”

“Norns, child.” Loki’s eyes go wide. “No yelling, Elliot. Try again.”

The kid’s pumped so full of sugar, he’s practically vibrating in your arms.

“I’m sorry,” he giggles, and you know he means it seriously, though the grinning, chocolate-covered face says otherwise. “Can we please stay a little longer? Please?”

“Fine…” you sigh, dropping him back to the floor—he bolts away, grabbing Morgan by the hand and uh, poof.

Gone.

You catch the two of them, mini-Loki and mini-Thor, hiding under the candy table a few minutes later.

“Are we going to talk about the fact that Morgan Stark dressed up as you—”

Loki grabs you with one arm around the waist, catching your lips with his and promptly shutting you right up.

“No. No, I don’t think we are.”

* * * * * * * *

Elliot’s still going by the time you do drag him to the car—him taking to whacking everyone around him in the shins with his little mjolnir had been the last straw—and the moment he’s been wrestled into his car seat, the singing begins.

Who knew such little lungs had so much power?

“AND HEIMDALL’S YELLOW ‘N IRON MAN’S RED, A CAPE FOR THE BIG FELLOW ‘N CAP’S NOT DEAD—”

“Did he come up with that one on his own?”

“I assume so,” Loki sighs, head slumped into his hand, watching you drive. “I tried to give him some other options, but he’s a bit too hyper now for another lesson in Norse, don’t you think?”

“Nah, I can do it in Norse, dad!”

There’s a deep breath from the backseat—you brace yourself—followed by a deafening bang and a puff of dark smoke that fills the car from window to window.

You slam on the brakes.

“Elliot! No magic while we’re driving!”

“Sorry!” He shrieks, hands shooting into the air in defence. “Tha’s an accident!!”

“Pull over,” Loki coughs, waving away some of the smoke so you can at least see out the windshield. “I’ll sit with him.”

You do, and Loki goes to sit in the back with Elliot, quickly snatching up his little shaking hands in his own.

“You alright, Elliot?”

“That was an accident,” he whispers again, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” You twist around to smile at the little boy—hands trembling out in front of him, lip starting to wobble, he looks terrified. “Don’t worry, okay? Dad’s right here, he’s going to help.”

“We just have to be careful,” Loki quietly tells him, smoothing his thumbs over Elliot’s knuckles. “You see how that could’ve been dangerous, yes?”

“Uh-huh. I understand, really.”

Loki gives him a soft smile, squeezing his hands. “Would you sing me more of your song? The lyrics were intriguing, I would love to hear more.”

Elliot sniffs, giving a small shake of his head. “I wroted it myself,” he mumbles. “That’s all the words. Can you sing?”

“O-of course, erm…sure.”

You smile to yourself, starting the car back up.

They’ll be okay.

Loki’s quiet singing certainly helps, sitting in the backseat as you drive, holding Elliot’s hands tight in his. He’s ten times calmer, the sugar high starting to crash, his head lolling back against the car seat as he stares at his father with drooping eyes.

Slow blinks and hushed voices fill the car by the time you’re home. Finishing the quiet song to keep Elliot in his almost-asleep daze, Loki continues singing while you carefully unbuckle the kid, hoisting him into your arms to carry inside, Loki close behind.

“That was a lot easier than I expected,” you whisper, setting Elliot on his bed and getting him some sleep clothes to change into.

“With how much candy he ate, I did expect much, much worse,” Loki agrees, kneeling in front of the half-asleep little boy. “Lift your arms for me, Elliot? Just for a second, then you can go to back sleep.”

The two of you slowly get him changed, holding his head up when it droops and promising to hang his cape by the door when he jerks awake and insists upon it. 

“I’ll hold him, you brush his teeth?” You ask, picking up your son and holding him close. 

Loki smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Of course.”

Elliot’s drooling toothpaste onto your shoulder then entire time, but to hear Loki quietly chuckling behind you as he tries to brush the sleeping kid’s teeth, it’s entirely worth every bit.

“That’s as good as I can do,” he murmurs, brushing a hand along Elliot’s round little cheek. “Let’s get him in bed before he latches onto you for good.”

You give a soft laugh, hugging the boy tighter. “I wouldn’t complain. His hugs rival yours, Lokes, watch out.”

Loki stretches out on the foot of Elliot’s bed, arms crossing behind his head with a content sigh. 

“I mean, personally, I wouldn’t.” He catches your eye with a smile as you lower Elliot to the pillows. “Let you out of my arms, that is.”

“Neither would Elliot, apparently,” you laugh, trying to no avail to pry the little arms from around your neck. “Help, Loki, he’s not…heh, he’s not letting go…”

He sits up with a dramatic huff. “Only one thing to do, then.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a tug and you let out a squeal, toppling onto the bed.

“Loki!” You hiss, hoping to god that didn’t wake Elliot up.

“Shh…I need a hug, too.” Arms winding about your waist and over Elliot, who’s still fast asleep on your chest, Loki nestles into your side with a happy little hum. “Here. Better?”

A hand runs up your thigh, changing you immediately into your sleep clothes without having to actually get up and change. He’s done the same for himself, and you fake a sigh.

“I guess we’re sleeping here again, hm?”

“I won’t complain,” Loki murmurs, a hand rubbing over Elliot’s back. “Want the stars?”

You nod with a small smile, settling back against the pillows, your son on your chest and husband by your side. This is pretty unreal, you decide. Loki was asking the right questions.

It only gets better when Loki waves a hand towards the ceiling, flipping off the lights and covering the room in dim, flickering illusions of the universe, colourful realms swirling in the air among the endless expanse of stars.

“Thanks,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on your fingertips and placing them on Loki’s cheek. “I’d kiss you right now, but I can’t reach you with Elliot on me.”

“Let’s fix that.” Starlight glinting off his cheekbones, he scoots up onto the pillows and cradles your head in his hands, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before melding his lips to yours.

Soft, slow, and Elliot shifts in his sleep, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he reaches for Loki, tugging him closer for you while he sleeps. 

“That’s better.” A giddy laugh leaves your lips when Loki does, kissing the tip of your nose once for good measure before cuddling back into your side. 

“And what’s so funny, darling?”

“Are you real?” You whisper, grinning down at your two loves, a hand combing through Elliot’s curls. “Are either of you real?”

Loki smiles, the universe swimming in his eyes as he watches you play with Elliot’s hair. “Told you. We live in a dream. This is just a fantasy, isn’t it.”

“It’s not,” you assure him. “Just feels like it, and that’s a million times better.”

“I love you. Both of you.”

Eyes closed and a soft smile playing at his lips, Loki takes your other hand in his and lays it on the top of his head. 

“Real subtle, Loki. I love you.” 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, too.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

feel free to send me ideas!!

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[bearseungmin]

do you think it’s fair when people block those who reblog without commenting?? especially when the readers don’t know know how to use tumble well and just use it to read??? i just got blocked by an account coz i didn’t comment on a story i think?? i havnt read the story yet i rebloged coz i didn’t want to lose it and read it another day... i use this app as an escape when things get really tough irl and i don’t have friends on this and i’m not familiar with how it works but i’m just so disappointed because i came to read it but figured the account blocked me. i’m a writer myself, publishing my own book next year but i’ve never forced people to comment on things i write? what’s ur opinion on this, i’m asking coz i’m not sure myself

this is a lot so sorry! I'll add a keep reading when i can :)

uhmm well i think it's a very odd circumstance for a writer to block someone that reblogged without commenting??? there could be other factors, like maybe that's a common occurrence and they're just sick of not getting feedback? or maybe the content was specific and bc they didn't see your info, they assumed you weren't fit to read their works? (i say this bc the minors interacting with mature content fiasco that has and is happening rn. not assuming that about you at all, it's just that most writers atm are having to double check everyone to assure this isn't the situation, and some tend to block on impact if there isn't an age or anything they can find!)

i wouldn't necessarily take it too personal?? i mean, I'm bad about seeing content and not interacting with it to my fullest (sometimes I don't do it at all! i save the links to fics so I don't lose it and can come back anytime without having to feel bad if it was a long while) so I don't think that's exactly the issue, love! everyone reblogs on tumblr, and some add nothing. so if they are blocking those that don't leave anything, they'll be blocking a whole bunch of people :(

i personally use tumblr as an escape from my life too, so i seriously get that it's hurtful that the writer did that. really really sorry, love. but maybe it was a mistake or it's just the writer's personal feelings? don't take it to heart pls :(((

#this is a lot but i hope it makes sense #so many things could go towards why someone blocked you #especially a writer bc we have to make our own rules these days to assure we're creating a safe environment #btw i just started using tumblr in march so i get the not understanding this app part it's a fucking maze #but no i personally don't think that blocking someone who didn't add tags or feedback is fair like at all #bc like you said you were saving it to read later #maybe start a 'to read' tag just to make sure your rbs don't come across as disheartening ???

[its-jijii]

chuuya’s masculinity

i was talking to hannah and thinking about the whole chuuya feminine/masculine debate and decided its time to write an essay on this. i have been waiting for the opportunity. and now my thoughts are gathered, so prepare for a mildly frustrated tangent abt the portrayal of chuuya in canon and in fan-made things.

i think that there are a lot of factors in play that influence how people see chuuya, the main one being canon content of course. in the manga, i do not get the vibe that he is feminine or weak in any way; in fact, he’s very aggressive and his stance indicates that he does not intend to be viewed as less. i will agree that the anime portrays him as more feminine: he has a higher pitched voice, and he is short. 

my problem with this is both the people who take that as being feminine, and the people who try to say chuuya is not feminine or weak. i don’t enjoy seeing chuuya in dresses not because i view it as feminine and therefore weak- rather, the circumstances of the source that makes me dislike it. for instance, primarily when he is drawn in dresses, he is clearly annoyed and doesn’t like it. i believe that to be because despite his “feminine” body type, his personality is very masculine. the way he acts and speaks does not imply that he is weak or feminine in any way.

my thought process isn’t dress = feminine = weak, so chuuya in a dress = weak, but in contrast, he is doing nothing about it. he is out of his comfort zone and obviously doesn’t enjoy it, yet he always seems compliant in wearing a dress. all of that is also usually for dazai’s entertainment, in some way. same thing when i see scenarios of them on an undercover mission together. one always dresses up like a girl, and that is usually chuuya. that is still because people equate his height and body type with girls, which makes sense to a certain degree, but one i still disagree with.

chuuya’s body type has almost nothing to do with being feminine, in my opinion. subconsciously people equate his height with femininity, which is not really the case. i don’t think they are necessarily equating his body with that of a girls and determining its weak. rather, they likely look at his height and body build and think “that’s weak.” that has no direct relation to being feminine, nor is it true. i think everyone knows he is far from weak, he is just never portrayed in the way he should be: masculine and dominant. 

his body type being feminine does not change the fact that he is strong and fit; his outfit doesn’t exactly show that off, so his features can be dumbed-down to long hair, cute face, and curves. this is completely disregarding his personality and actions, which annoys me considerably. in people there are often traits that are tied together- outgoing and dominant, quiet and submissive- and there are actions that tie into those categories, too. people on the quiet and introverted side tend to curl up and take up as little space as possible. extroverts assume a position that takes up more space (called power posing) 

“power posing” is a stance that indicates that the person is comfortable and confident. many times i have noted that despite chuuya being small, he does tend to stand in ways that take up more space. just from his body language, you can tell that he feels strong and in control. the art and scenarios of him unhappily sitting in a dress for someone else’s entertainment, but doing nothing to get out of the dress? that shows he is yielding to someone else, which is incredibly unlike him.

more chuuya in high power pose positions here lol

the reason i believe a lot of people think of chuuya as feminine ties into how he was introduced and how dazai treats him. upon his introduction in the dungeon, he is shown as a powerful and confident character. to me it seems that the first impression he made, which was asserting dominance and strength over dazai, was erased somewhere along the way. well, dazai happened to plot things out in advance, and later felt like he had the upper hand on chuuya. so despite chuuya’s strength and intentions, in the end he was rendered powerless by dazai. and to finish that off, he ended up pretending like he was a very feminine girl for dazai’s amusement.

his initially strong introduction was overwritten by the funny scene where chuuya acted like a girl. chuuya continues being masculine and dominant throughout the series, but oh so often is ending up following what dazai wants, or used as the object of dazai’s jokes. in the end, that rubs off on people so they think of him as less than dazai. his voice actor and the way he is animated likely ties in the thoughts of him being feminine, and when combined, people tend to think of him as either feminine, weak, or both.

it seems that no matter how this argument is presented, i find fault with it. even when people state that femininity =/= weakness, i feel that they are not presenting it right at all. i understand where they are coming from, but from my standpoint it isn’t as in depth as it should be (which i guess is why i’m writing this lol). maybe im overthinking things i accidentally analyze stuff and feel disappointed when people post unpopular opinions with nothing to back it up 😭

lastly, slight nsfw warning? (discussing top bottom stuff nothing explicit)

the entire top/bottom debate regarding soukoku also exhausts me. i believe chuuya to be a top, but again not because i equate being a bottom with being weak or submissive. power bottoms are a thing. however, i do acknowledge that there is a power difference between tops and bottoms- tops have considerably more control over the situation than bottoms do. and that is where i believe people have misconceived notions of whether he is a top or a bottom. on some level they do associate him with being a bottom, likely due to his size and believed inferiority to dazai. as dazai always seems to be ahead of chuuya, isn’t it only natural that dazai would be in control and would top?

w r o n g you can’t convince me dazai isn’t a lazy bottom, at best a switch. he does not seem like he would enjoy putting forth the required effort for topping. additionally, dazai himself isn’t exactly dominant or controlling. often he is relied on and respected, yes, but he only really tries to dominate and control chuuya as a way to harass him. chuuya on the other hand is outwardly dominant and likes being in control of a situation- and above all, hates doing what dazai wants. so even if chuuya was ever to bottom, no way in hell would i believe that he’d do it with dazai. he would not want to surrender control to him unless absolutely necessary.

additionally, i guess i just see chuuya as an active person. bottoms don’t seem to really do much,, they are on the receiving end of it all, so they often aren’t controlling the situation or moving around. it is hard for me to imagine chuuya to be the type to sit around and take something like that. it is much more reasonable to me to believe that he would rather be the one in control, and the one actually moving and doing things. if talking in the terms of soukoku, that seems doubled in my eyes. chuuya is far more physically capable than dazai, and likely has better stamina too. dazai would be one lousy top lol

thank u for reading! ive always thought about this, as there was a lot of art and fanfics that were the opposite of the impression i got from chuuya. to me, chuuya has always radiated big dick energy, top/dominant vibes, etc. i love chuuya and its not really a big surprise to me that my first post/analysis regarding him is talking about his masculinity haha. it’s always been a hot topic for me to think about and talk to my friends about.

i apologize for the lack of posting & original content rn ;; still con crunching for ota this weekend, and then i will be at the beach for a week. so i’ll probably just be reblogging art nd stuff when i can. hopefully ill get back to writing and posting normally after im not ultra mega busy. edit: forgot to say earlier but thank u for 200 followers! didn’t really expect anyone to care for my content but it means a lot to me

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[smosh-stuff]

Apocalypse AU - Origins

“Maybe tomorrow” hahahaahah,,,

It’s 2 am and Im REELING rn so this may be somewhat incoherent but I don’t care

Okay, so before I can explain how they met, there’s some more terms that I just came up with and need to define.

The Nameless: The blanket term used for a secretive and unidentified group of raiders. They’re much larger, scattered, and professional than any pack, and most consider them more of a small network of several packs, though no one knows for certain how many there are. They’ve been terrorizing packs in the No Man’s Land since a short time after the Smosh pack was formed.

Mutts: The blanket term used for the irradiated, mutated beasts that roam the wastelands. They’re hostile, vicious, and pretty fuckin gross. There are a lot of different types of mutt mutated from different creatures- but it’s pretty hard to care about whether it’s a cow or a goat while it’s trying to tear your throat out.

Lurkers: Mutts that are primarily nocturnal.

Ruins: Any structures that have been abandoned. Not the jungle ruins you may imagine- these are the ruins of modern society; shopping malls, cities, towns, suburbs, etc.

Okay, ONTO THE BACKSTORY

For Toxicitea, it started with Ian. After Smosh was destroyed by the Nameless, he was one of the sole survivors. Not one to take a defeat, he set out to form a new pack and to regain the status he’d lost. It didn’t take him long to find some strays who would join his new pack. 

Mari had found Joven when the latter had been trying to raid the same set of ruins as her. At first, they’d been ready to kill each other, but when a group of Mutts suddenly ambushed them, they became allies of circumstance. After Mari saved Joven’s life during the fight, Joven offered to team up with her, as opposed to her killing him. His Guard’s ability is one to give energy to things around it- physical or spiritual- and she decided he seemed useful enough, so they became a duo. 

Later on, the three of them had met Wes, who’d found himself injured in a solo battle against a violent handful of fellow strays. Mari and Joven drove the hostiles off and helped Wes recover. Due to a strict code of honor he’d formed in the pack that had raised him, he decided that in order to repay them, he’d join their alliance and protect them moving forward.

Ian found them a short time after Smosh’s destruction. Despite news of the pack’s demise, the group still knew Ian for his impressive reputation and accepted his invite. 

Olivia and Courtney had met each other a while back. 

Olivia had been a stray for as long as she could remember- the pack that had raised her as a baby was wiped out when she was still young, and she could barely remember them. She’d grown up in the wastelands on her own, and because of this developed eccentricities that prevented her from finding a pack even later on. 

Courtney had grown up in a good-sized, tightly knit pack. It wasn’t until she was becoming a young adult that they were killed by the Nameless. Devastated, she struggled on her own- not with survival, but the loneliness. When she met Olivia, stumbling upon her campsite in the dead of night, Olivia had initially viewed her as a threat. But Courtney talked her down, and by the sunrise they’d already decided to become a team.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last forever. A massive, irradiated dust storm hit them one day while they were traveling. They both survived but were separated thoroughly, unable to find each other. Once again, they were on their own.

Olivia was badly injured in the storm. She would have died, if Wes hadn’t found her. Unable to stomach the idea of letting her die, Wes carried her back to the Toxicitea camp, where the group helped her. Olivia’s Guard ability, they discovered, could create fire. While it wasn’t the most amazing ability, it was certainly useful, and she had a great deal of gratitude towards them for saving her. In the end, when she was healthy, she agreed to join the pack.

Meanwhile, Courtney wandered the wasteland aimlessly after the storm. Brokenhearted over the loss of her friend- over never having the opportunity to be more- she felt hopeless. That was when she met Lasercorn.

Lasercorn, like Olivia, had been a stray for most of his life. He had known Ian for a long time- They met while the Smosh pack was still whole. Lasercorn had joined the pack near the end of its lifespan. During the Raid that destroyed the pack, Lasercorn watched Ian turn and leave the camp- while Lasercorn was on the ground, screaming for help after being wounded. Against all odds, he’d survived the attack, but he harbored a burning grudge against Ian for leaving him for dead. He’d decided that the best revenge would be to crush Ian’s hopes of regaining control of No Man’s Land- but to do that, he needed a pack of his own.

When Lasercorn met Courtney, he found her on her own in a small pop-up-inn that had been built out of some ruins. She wasn’t especially well known, but she’d gotten her face around for her impressive Guard, which had the ability to heal others. Lasercorn saw the worth in that, knowing himself and his strategies, and figured she’d be a great asset to a growing pack. Courtney was convinced that Olivia was dead and aching for companionship, so she accepted his offer on the spot. They didn’t have to travel long before they found two more.

Noah and Keith had both ended up in the same pack. Keith had joined a bit earlier, taken interest in for his combat skills and his Guard ability- amplifying or dulling sound waves. Noah came later. He was young and not especially skilled in fighting, but the pack decided he was worth taking for his Guard ability to read the emotions and intentions of others, able to tell in an instant whether someone is lying or not. Keith and Noah were at odds in the beginning, but after some time, began to develop a bond. This grew to the point where they were nearly inseparable. Unfortunately, Noah was always clumsy, and after a while in the pack, he made one too many mistakes for the leaders. The group decided to throw Noah out. However, Keith stepped up to defend him. In the end, they were both run out of the pack but stuck together, even as strays. 

They met Courtney by chance. The three of them got trapped in a set of ruins after nightfall when a group of Lurkers was hunting outside. In such a small space, they were forced to interact. Courtney, nothing if not charismatic, got the two to tell her about themselves. After getting to know them and what they’re capable of, Courtney brought them to Lasercorn at sunrise when they escaped. After some convincing, he offered to take them into the pack. With few alternatives, the two agreed.

Later on, they met Damien.

Damien and Shayne were raised in the same pack as children. They grew up together- training, scavenging, traveling by each others’ sides. The destruction of their pack was a mystery. No one knows who did it- only that it ended with their camp in flames. After the destruction, the two of them traveled while looking for answers to their pack’s demise. However, Shayne ended up coming to a conclusion that sent a rift between the two of them. He’d become convinced that it was the pack leader himself who’d aided in the destruction- the pack leader, who happened to be Damien’s blood father. Insulted and unwilling to entertain the idea, Damien lashed out, and Shayne fought him back. 

The argument, fueled by misdirected rage that the two of them had pent up throughout their tragedy and the aftermath, got ugly- to the point that Shayne, in a fit of anger, destroyed a pendant that Damien had made for him when they were children, which had been a symbol of their friendship for years. When it was all said and done, Damien left, and the two were separated from then on.

After becoming a lone stray, Damien began to focus entirely on honing his skills. He became a talented marksman, and his name became known in the North of No Man’s Land. Well-versed in the goings-on of the wastelands, Damien recognized Lasercorn’s name when he approached him. When Lasercorn offered an invitation to Damien to join the pack, Damien accepted, seeing it as a fresh start.

Shayne, similarly, focused on his own goals. But while Damien focused on his combat skills, Shayne focused on wielding his Guard. His Guard ability was more volatile than most- being able to increase force. This could apply to anything- his body, his voice, objects he moved. As a child, he’d often lose control of it. He spent his time alone often secluding himself entirely, communicating with his Guard and training his abilities.

He met Olivia one day while training. She had been out to scavenge for resources and found him alone in some ruins. Fascinated by his ability, she approached him. As it was entirely out of the blue, he was defensive at first, but after realizing that she didn’t intend to attack him- at least not immediately- he began to actually talk to her. Well, talk is a strong word. He mostly attempted to get rid of her, but no matter what he did, she followed him like a puppy with a stream of questions and conversation topics as seemingly endless as her energy. Eventually, he relented and asked exactly what she wanted. She replied by taking him to the camp. She explained to Ian what she’d seen, and Ian, intrigued, talked to Shayne. After Shayne demonstrated his skills, Ian decided to ask him if he wanted to join the pack. Shayne was admittedly beginning to grow lonely, and bored with being on his own, so he accepted.

As for Kimmy, well- her story is one that spins into something much, much larger...

#wink wink nudge nudge #(if u couldnt tell Kimmy's story is what will be the focus of the fic im planning) #smosh #smosh games #smosh pit #smosh squad #ssg #smosh summer games #smosh apocalypse au #nerd writes #aa characterbuilding

[shadowofthelamp]

SU Movie Liveblog

I had this open in one tab and the movie in another and wrote down my thoughts, let’s go! so sorry to people on mobile.

DIAMOND SONG, DIAMOND SONG

Yeah, makes sense that two years still isn’t really enough to sway them from thinking he’s still pink in some way- especially considering even the crystal gems had that problem after thirteen years.

ICE COLD, STEVEN

his big grin when connie kisses his cheek.... SO good

FAMILIAR DID NOT PREPARE ME FOR OLDER STEVEN’S SINGING VOICE

steven getting a song about being proud of himself and knowing he’s grown into a good person is also SO GOOD

and pearl! pearl’s part! also so great!

oooh, they’re all getting a piece!

garnet referring to her first fusion with terms like parents talk about a baby is PRECIOUS

AAAAA FIRST GLIMPSE AT BBY AMETHYST.... and she comes out with weird limbs like one of those drawing pose dolls, what a nice touch!

DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE THE BETAS THERE.... but no jasper, hmm....

RECREATING THE THEME SONG, I SEE YOU...

maybe it’s because I know what’s coming but making a song called ‘happily ever after’ is just asking for disaster, honey...

Steven Regrets Tempting Fate

steven looks younger when spinel asks who he is and that HAS to be by design.

hmm... is the gem drill connected to her form somehow, with how she formed her hand and it came out?

oooh boy, I’m gonna guess.... spurned member of pink’s court?

SPINEL GETS A SONG RIGHT AWAY, AND HER ANIMATION IS SO FUN

I LOVE IT

and ‘other friends’? yeah, definitely part of pink’s former court.

HER WEAPON IS A FUCKING SCYTHE HOLY SHIT

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuck

‘holy s-he really got everybody!’ the boy is 16 greg, he can hear A Swear

oh shit, THIS THING TAKES YOU BACK TO ‘RESTART’ MODE, THAT’S WHY STEVEN’S POWERS DON’T WORK- THEY DIDN’T UNTIL HE WAS AROUND 13

well, THIS is uncomfortable, but it is always nice to hear pearl sing

the expressions seem... idk, extra cartoony here? pearl’s face is so round and everyone’s eyes look extra big. idk if it fits, but it’s probably meant to be a bit unsettling.

huh. someone smarter than me at analysis will have to talk about amethyst’s mimicking.

damn, they really did try to pacify pink with gifts of gems, didn’t they? I can already see so clearly what happened.

‘it took me MONTHS to stop trying to kill steven!’ peridot is so good

and then bismuth and lapis just build on it, NICE

that pose, with him having a hand on his face and looking back at the injector.... I swear either him or greg have had that EXACT pose in some other episode.

okay, pink was hyper and childish, but even she would have gotten bored and annoyed with spinel. I bet spinel was commissioned specifically by blue, but the pink that blue thought she knew, not the one that actually existed.

wow, about fourteen minutes. pretty short turnaround time for a ‘well shit that went bad fast’ reprise.

spinel’s little squeaky shoes during the reprise is... wow

BISMUTH GETS PART OF A SONG....

‘hijinks will ensue’

ANIME-ASS GARNET REFUSION....

if I was new!garnet I’d be scared and confused too... cmon, steven. she clearly looks really disjointed rn.

the first time I actually said ‘oh my GOD’ out loud in this movie was pearl rolling out the stairs and the red carpet

I OWN A CAR WASH

oh geez. boy do I think I know exactly why pink ditched her.

okay, we are.... about halfway through the movie. I do admit I didn’t think this would take this long.

also sandals as tap shoes?

the comic timing of amethyst opening her eyes and look over made me wheeze with laughter.

‘I’m back, you dip.’

also having amethyst be the first to come back was probably a good call.

holy shit is that ACTUAL BLOOD

‘you’re going to die ANYWAY’ gee thanks peridot

oh hey, rebecca as an extra, I think!

I love seeing how sadie’s letting her hair grow out the dye- it makes such a cool effect. and yeah that was how service jobs felt.

steven is just ‘what did I do to deserve this...’

geez, even years after he’s accepted things, steven’s still got a bit of a tight spot regarding rose. not surprised, though.

GARNET, THEY’RE MISSING GARNET, OOOOH

YES YES YES YES YESSSSSS I’VE WANTED THIS FOR /YEARS/, NOT UNDER THIS CIRCUMSTANCE BUT I’LL TAKE IT

I love how easy it is, same as it was for smoky the first time. steven fuses easiest with his family.

okay who the hell is that voice, I checked on imdb and it’s probably either chance the rapper or gallant since those are the unlisted named ones

WHY IS HE BUFF, THIS IS A RIPOFF, BOTH STEVEN AND GREG ARE SOFT BOYS...

yeah.... I don’t like his design. this is the first fusion I really didn’t like that of. ugh.

d’awww, garnet’s wearing steven’s jacket

they threw in the pilot design again!

OPAL SINGING, and admittedly, I do like the steven and greg fusion’s voice

ooooh boy heading for that ocean of poison ain’t gonna do him any favors

pink.... she recreated that garden, made it her sanctuary on earth. she didn’t have only bad memories of it- she must not have realized how much she mattered to spinel like she didn’t realize she mattered to the other diamonds.

the distorted almost circus-like music....

A SONG FROM PINK HOLY COW. wait... that voice sounds really different. is that the same voice actress?

yiiiiiiiiiiiikes. geez I see the reasoning here, holy COW.

‘actually, I can totally believe it’ yeah, as much as I like pink, boy did she fuck up a few times

okay, we got 24 minutes left, this can’t work, right? although spinel only cracked somewhat recently, it sounds like. so really, she’s not that far gone- and considering what we know, probably didn’t fully understand the consequences of her actions.

greg. greg. gross.

I... dunno really how to feel about the su movie being.... basically what everyone who misinterprets su says it is. spinel was made to be redeemed in twenty minutes. her backstory makes it almost shockingly easy. she’s technically the only villain to actually fall like that- like it’s been pointed out, peridot took months, bismuth was already sympathetic, and the diamonds took multiple episodes and still aren’t fully there yet.

I did kinda call that it wasn’t going to be that easy, but whoof. I don’t blame steven though, kid’s under a lot of pressure and is possibly literally dying.

OH, HERE’S THE THEME SONG FOR THE MOVIE

wait.... we haven’t seen alexandrite yet, wasn’t she in the trailer....? and they’re all hugging...

the little crack in his voice between ‘please’ and ‘hurry’...

I love how spinny and magic fusions and gem reformations are in the movie....

wow, BOY did the song sound different when it was released out of context

HE’S GOT CONTROL OF PINK!STEVEN’S SHIELDS AND CRYSTAL PROJECTION SHIELDS....

he sounds so.... adult. I know it’s just that zach is 21 years old now and his voice has changed, but steven really has grown up.

‘well, I changed white diamond’s mind with a single absolutely raw insult so you can’t blame a guy for trying’

yeah I’D KINDA WORRY ABOUT THE POISON.... LIKE RIGHT NOW....

WHY ARE THEY PLAYING THE HAPPY TUNE THE POISON IS STILL A VERY PRESSING ISSUE

if this is how they fix it I’m gonna be a little annoyed, not gonna lie

I just realized spinel reacted to steg so much because it jumpstarted part of her memories- her friend left to become a ‘fusion’.

white being passive-aggressive, I see. 15000 year old habits die hard.

steven: thanks for insulting my home five minutes after getting here, grandma. bitch.

haha, diamond ex machina

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