#so they can actually be honest with each other and build a better trust and friendship when they meet again down the line

[ghouljams]

Normally I wouldn't be on anon, but I'm a little embarrassed about sending in this specific ask since it's a wee bit personal.

I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your portrayal of Moon and Soap's relationship! When I was a little younger, I went through a period of time (about 5-6 years?) where the men I was nearby would play a "fun" game where they would every week or so torment me by coming up to me and admitting they had feelings for me, or ask me on a date.

They, of course, had no intention of actually going out with me, nor did they like me at all, it was merely an enjoyable game to play with the feelings of the weird autistic woman who struggles with social interactions at the best of times. If I went along with it then I was taunted for being so stupid to think someone far better than myself would ever lower themselves far enough to ask me out, and if I denied them? Then I was a stuck-up bitch who thought too highly of herself.

After enduring this for years I've learned that when a man flirts with me my immediate course of action should be to push them away as fast and aggressively as possible. Don't bother trying to find out if there are any actual genuine feelings there, just chase them away. Snap at them. Ignore them. Cut them with words and actions. Don't ever trust that they're being honest.

I think this is why I see so much of myself in Moon. If a handsome beefcake like Soap approached me and started calling me pretty? Yeah, I would definitely try to get rid of him as fast as possible. I mean, a charismatic, gorgeous man like that showing interest? Nah, there must be something suspicious going on.

I like that Moon hisses and spits like a feral cat whenever she sees Soap, regardless of the way she does like him, because that behavior just hits so close to home. And the way that Soap sees through that and just keeps being determined to get through to her? What a man.

I love all your other darlings, it's fun to pretend to be some confident, sociable person in the lovely worlds you've build, but Moon and Soap just feel like home.

I hope this isn't too cringe, I just wanted you to know that your works really touch people <3

It's not cringe at all!! You're saying something true and beautiful, and nothing genuine should be considered cringe.

Moon is one of my favorite characters to write because she's such a delicate balancing act. She's brash and confident in her work, but her self confidence is false at best. She's learned to push people away before they get close enough to hurt her, but she desperately wants people close. In my mind Moon likely went through a similar experience of people asking her out or flirting with her as a joke. I see her as a very weird and lonely kid (interpret that as you will) that had one or two close friends and didn't really bloom until she went to college. I see her settling in the cowboy's town as her chance to reinvent herself, so she becomes the person she wished she'd been during those rough times: someone tough and take no shit, always speaking her mind, not being afraid to say "no" or tell someone to fuck off.

And Soap sees through that because he's the same way! Soap just went the opposite direction: charming, funny, lots of smiles and confidence to hide that he's sort of fucked up inside. Soap's deeply serious, he needs validation from the people around him, he's desperate to do good in the world, he's reckless and bull headed, and stubborn as shit, but people don't like that so he becomes someone else. Of course he'd want to chase down the one person that would understand that, that can see through his cocksure layers to the intelligent asshole underneath. In his mind there's no one else he could ever love, that would love him the way Moon can, wholly.

That's not to say they don't have their problems, but I don't think they ever have a genuine argument. They might bicker but it's never genuine, and the times when they hurt each other it's always quick to resolve. Soap trusts that Moon is only trying to protect herself, that she doesn't want to hurt him, she's just scared. Truthfully I think he's a little scared too, scared that his charm doesn't work on her, that she sees him for who he is and still treats him the same way she does everyone, that he feels so strongly about her. I think he's scared of how eagerly he keeps coming back, because he knows once she lets him in he'll never be able to let her go. (and I think Moon knows that too, that once Soap has her she'll never want to leave, and what is she supposed to do if he doesn't want her anymore?)

#ghoul speaks #x oc #cod x oc #oc: moon #john soap mactavish x oc #john soap mactavish #long post #I'm so sorry that happened to you my love #an unfortunately common experience but a cruel one none the less #I love writing confident readers because I'm not terribly confident #honestly I relate to Moon and Witch more than anyone #these sorts of wounds leave lasting scars #but I hope you're in a place of healing now

[sharkboywrites]

I hope you're getting better! :) and hopefully this req doesn't make you feel overwhelmed. Take all the time you need to get back into the swing of things.

(How about an Allister and a younger brother reader)

Allister with a younger brother

A/N: hiii I’m feeling better Ty. Although I did just get my wisdom teeth out this morning so physically I’m not doing awesome, but the plus side is that I get to sit on my couch all day and watch over the ghost files. Allister is already generally young so writing this was a bit difficult but I did have fun with it.

- Allister is generally a very shy boy, he doesn’t like taking to others and honestly how he became a gym leader is very confusing

- He tries to be the best older brother he can, but he’s already struggling a lot with other things

- He’s very young but runs a gym, so most of his time is taken up with school or dealing with the gym

- He will try you spend time with you tough

- He’d sit with you on top of the buildings in Stow On Side and tell you all about the people he’s battled against

- He also lets you play with mimikyu, it’s gained a lot of trust toward you through Allister

- He won’t push you towards being a gym leader or using ghost type Pokémon, but if you do he’ll be thrilled

- If you don’t, he’ll want to see all the different types of Pokémon you do catch

- Eventually, if you get stronger, he’ll inevitably want to battle against you

- And if you loose, he’ll do his best at comforting you, although it’s not his strong suit

- If he looses then he’ll be shocked

- He lost to his younger brother? That’s impossible

- He’ll sulk for a bit, but after a few minutes he’ll get over it

- He really is proud of how strong you’ve gotten

_ Sometimes you’ll have to help him out of his shell

- He’s a nervous kid and needs a bit of a boost of confidence every now and then

- And who better to help him than his brother?

- The two of you would go “ghost hunting” aka hunting for ghost Pokémon

- The two of you would intentionally scare each other, but it’s all in good fun

- Unless something actually scary happens, then the two of you would be sharing a bed for the night

- It doesn’t matter if you’re scared or not, because he is and needs emotional support for the night

- Allister can come off as creepy sometimes, although he doesn’t mean it, and if you’re not paying attention he’ll accidentally scare you

- Getting up in the night to go to the bathroom? He’s just standing there

- Midnight snack? He’s in the shadows, don’t ask him why

- He really doesn’t mean any harm by it, that’s just the way he is

- He really is a great brother to have, even though sometimes he can be a bit spooky

I’m gonna be honest, I only played the game so this may not be completely accurate to his character. My mouth also hurts a lot. Apparently removing teeth is that painful. Ty for reading and have a nice day <3

#male reader #sharkboywrites #platonic x reader #allister pokemon #pokémon allister #pokémon x reader #platonic fic #platonic fanfiction #allister swsh #allister x reader #allister x reader platonic

[androgynousblackbox]

Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 4 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZEURntrQOg "Happy Together - The Turtles (1967)" is the song that play on the background while Alastor is talking.]

"Good morning and good day to all our dear listeners. Alastor speaking here to you all from your favorite radio station on Hazbin Vale. How are you all doing? Ha ha, I am kidding of course! I don't care! I just feel like playing like one of those youngester that pretend to have a relationship with their audiences in order to emotionally manipulate them into giving them more money and attention.

But you and I, dear listemer, we know each other better than that, don't we? You know you will only get the most sincere forms of expression from me, because I know you would never, ever, ever, dare to lie to me. You may be just severely mistaken even if you think you are being honest.

First things first. I am doing great, thanks for asking.

I also imagine you can hear that annoying song on the background. I did not put it there. I don't know why it's doing that, but it hasn't stopped since I came in the building. It doesn't seem to come from any of my speakers either, I checked already. At least it's a nice enough song and it's not too loud. I guess I will let it slide this one time.

Anywhoo, do you want to know why I am in such good mood? No thank to any of you listening, that is for sure! Yesterday at Rosie's party to celebrate the death of Clarence I had the chance to talk with some of you and, oh boy, none of you do actually listen to a word I say it turns out!

Why do I bother to speak at all then? Should I just do incoherent wordless noises with my mouth for two hours? It would cause the exact same effect as to what people think are hearing here. Just put whatever meaning you want into it, you're used to that.

Some of you, not all, I have to admit, had the impression that I had a certain inclination for the toy maker that came to town recently and that is why I ran a background check on him. An inclination of a more… selfish nature.

I have no idea how could you ever come to that conclusion. I have done nothing else but to put in front of everyone my rationale as to why that man can't be trusted, I have done my due deligence to verify it and leave it all once it turned out to be a bust!

Let me dispell the rumours right now. I have never had a "crush" on anyone or anything. I don't even have the first idea of what going through that would be like. It sounds boring and stupid, so no, thank you. I will be glad to be spared such nonsense. The rest of you can have all the fun with that.

In your imaginations that is. Because clearly someone so delusional is never going to inspire good feelings from anyone else.

But how rude of me! I was talking about why I was in a good mood and I went on a bit of a rant there. For you, the listener who won't fell to such delirious thoughts, I will be speaking now. The rest can rot in hell for all I care. No, no, that is not a threat. It's a warning. There's a difference.

The party of Rosie was a success. Again, discouting unnecesary words that were said. It seemed that everyone in town decided to congregate there at once and Rosie told me that she was out of strawberry macaroon in less than one hour, per my recommendation. I do thank you all for that.

Between the talking and laughing, Rosie took me by the arm to direct me to Lucifer. I haven't noticed him at all until then. Not him or the fact that a group of people were around him, bunch of vipers all demanding his attention. I could just smell the gold digger stank from the door.

But what I really didn't see is the little girl hanging from his hand that smiled so easily to everyone in front of her. Two puppies were right next to her, as if to protect her.

The presence of Rosie was enough to disperse everyone so soon I was once again in front of the tiny man. His hair looked stupid as always, this time with a butterfly hairpin that, I imagine, his daughter must have put on him that morning and he forgot to take it out. Or he wanted to make a fashion statement, who knows.

Rosie was the one to speak first. She started by apologizing on my behalf for reading about his life here on the last broadcast. I wouldn't have gone so far to say that to his face but I… wasn't proud of that either. However rational and objective my worries were. So I am thankful that Rosie could say the words so much better than I could.

She told him to please not take it personally. It's only natural to be curious about new people when we all live on such a small town where everyone knows everyone. I did side eyed her a little when she downplayed all of my comments about him being a criminal and hiding something as me "just kidding around and playing it up for the show." Rosie, my dear, I am literally never more sincere than when I am in front of this mic.

Excuse me for having the best interest of this community at heart.

But I didn't feel like having an argument right there and then, so I let her continue. I should really get her sometime on here because that woman truly has a way with words. She could convince a flame to buy a gallon of water to drink.

The tiny toy maker smiled, with that stupid indulgent smile he has, and said that it was okay. I haven't said anything that anyone couldn't google by themselves and he was used to media outlets talking, he said. Whatever the hell that google thing was.

As if sparring me some grace, the little judge and jury. I wasn't that sorry anyway.

The more this man spoke to me, the more I had to wonder who did he thought he was. Looking up from his tiny height with those big doe eyes from hell that could swallow up entire cities. It was cutting out my breath as if his hand was a claw around my neck. I could barely hold it together to not make an excuse and ran away from him. You all can blame Rosie firm grasp for that, I know I do.

To make matters worse, that was her party, so she couldn't stay to talk with just one person and had to move around, leaving me alone with that man.

I never had anything but care and respect for Rosie, but I almost despise her a little bit at that moment. Then, suddenly, something brushed my hand and my soul could have jumped out of my mouth before looking down to see Charlie trying to grab my sleeve for attention.

I kneeled down to hear what she had to say. My mom raised a man with manners so I wasn't about to let a lady hanging. Her father could be a untrustworthy monster, but that wasn't her fault.

When I heard the words she whispered into my ear, I laughed. I couldn't contain myself. Lucifer asked what was so funny, so I was glad to tell him. She wanted me to hold her up so she could see the chocolate on the top shelfs.

You know, because her dad was so tiny that he didn't reach it himself, ha!

Children can truly be ruthless sometimes. I forget that is one of their virtues.

Oh, the red that tinted his cheeks wasn't disgusting at all. I wouldn't mind seeing something like that again. Now it was his turn to struggle to find something to say before giving me permission to do just that. I just love the smell of justice, dear listener, don't you?

Charlie, despite her unfortunate genetics, was a good kid that didn't move that much when I lift her up, telling her about the expensive chocolate exactly as how I remembered Rosie explaining them to me. On the lower shelf was the candy destined for children, full of fun colors and more simple designs, but up there was the fancy selection.

That kind of chocolate that comes from other countries, has weird ingredients on it or is just filled with some kind of alcohol. In my personal opinion, the ones with brandy were the best.

But somehow I imagined that Lucifer wasn't the kind of "cool dad" that would let his toddler get drunk on chocolate, so I kept my recommendation on the non alcoholic options. At last, Charlie choose a box with simple truffles covered in chocolate, but painted to look like jewells. She looked more happy with how pretty they were than with the idea of eating them.

One of Rosie's employees finalized the purchase, that Lucifer of course had to do without blinking an eye for the price and I had to my roll my eyes at the display.

We get it, you have money. You have a fortune out of your own work, you are the one true American dream. There is no need to brag about it. Arrogant much?

Ah, but my sense of friendship force me to tell you all that the prices of Rosie's Chocolate Botique are 100% fair and just, not inflated at all in the slightest. I am just a poor and bitter soul who only enjoys those brandy candy when my good friend brings them to me for her visits. The ones with the red wrapping for the next time, Rosie, dear, yes?

But coming back to my tale, I have to say that, despite everything I have seen, I can still very much be surprised. When Charlie opened up her new box, I thought she was just going to eat her chocolate right there, as she had every right to do. Instead she took out a piece that was coloured like a ruby and put it on my hand.

She said that one was for me. Then she gave another one in blue to her father. And she ran around the place to find Rosie, her puppies following behind, just to give her another one that I couldn't get to see. Rosie was so moved by this small gesture that she made a high pitch noise as she hugged the kid, assuring Lucifer that she was so cute that she would never eat her up.

Don't you mean that you could, asked Lucifer.

Rosie laughed and kissed both cheeks of Charlie before putting her on the floor. She also tried to feed the chocolate to her puppies later on, but Lucifer caught her on time.

They weren't even real puppies for what he told me so it's not like they were going to get sick. But it was so annoying cleaning up their insides if food got stuck on them so it was better to not give them any. They were prototypes for eternal puppies he wanted to make. Robots covered in fur called Dazzle and Razzle, just for Charlie. I did not say it, and I am still not going to say it, but it could have almost fooled me. Almost.

The rest of the party was splendid. You wouldn't even remember that this was all thanks because a woman died in a terribly gruesome and painful way. Not that I would know anything about it.

There was still plenty of buzz around when I decided it was enough for me. Charlie was completely out against the chest of her father and Lucifer kept his coat on top of her to protect her from the cold. I was saying that I always enjoyed Rosie's parties, but I needed to go back home to sleep early because, well, you are listening the reason right now.

Lucifer was bitting his lip and looking at everywhere while I was saying my goodbyes. He looked so miserably lost that I finally asked if something was wrong.

That is when he invited me to take a coffee if I wanted to.

Now, listener, don't get the wrong impression. I mean it and no, ignore the static, we are all ignoring it right now.

Listen to what I am actually saying instead of coming out with your own wild interpretations. I know you can do it. You are smart. That is why you are hearing the radio instead of googling.

I said yes. Only because this man looked so pitiful and pathetic that saying no would be like kicking a puppy after killing it's mom in front of him. Too damn easy. His stupid big eyes were too big that night, blame them. Like I have said many times and demostrated countless others, I am no monster.

So I said yes out of pity and absolutely nothing else. A mercy date. I should be louded for it if nothing else.

Besides, it's just a cup of coffee. No need to make a bigger deal of it than it is. Even thought it's still a huge inconvenience for me. I have a very busy schedule, listener, you see, so it's really hard to make an space for such act of charity. Damned my blasted sense of common decency.

Mmm.

Oh, but that is not the reason why I am in a good mood! Not at all! In fact, I barely even thought about it the rest of the night on the way home. I almost completely forgot about it until right now that I told you!

No, the reason I am happy is because I got to taste that ruby chocolate with my coffe this morning. The chocolate was great. Amazing value for it's price, clearly worth every penny.

What, did you thought it was anything else?

Does a man really need a reason to smile, dear listener? Isn't enough that he does? We all should probably smile more often. Maybe then we won't let our imagination bring out the worst of us.

I should really know where that music is coming from.

Now, the weather…"

#appleradio #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x alastor #my fanfic #hazbin hotel au

[luvring]

hii! if ur requests are open, can i request a cove holden x gn reader that doesn’t express themselves that well? like to everybody they seem very.. emotionless, when in reality they have a lot of thoughts and definitely feel emotions, they just have difficulties expressing them.

COVE WITH AN INEXPRESSIVE READER

gn!reader | You're Real and so so valid. i get like this a bit actually

after knowing you for years, he's one of the best people to guess what you're feeling accurately. he's had time to figure out emotional cues

^ seriously knows all the ins and outs—the difference between you replying with "that's fine" or "yes please," how you go quiet when you're thinking about what to say or something has upset you, etc

it's a learning curve for step 1 cove—he probably asks outright about it the first time he takes notice, you know how it is o(-( so it takes time but he does his best

^ i can imagine him nonchalantly pointing something out about how he knows you're happy because of so-and-so, and your families being pleasantly surprised :') he takes pride in knowing you well

cove can be,, very visibly emotional himself,, so sometimes your families talk about how you guys are so different, yet seem to understand each other better than anyone else

and like, let's be honest, cove can struggle with a similar thing!! sometimes he can't find the words to express his feelings and he knows how frustrating it can be, as a personal barrier and as something people comment on.

if you ever feel guilty for not being expressive, he frowns and reminds you that you don't have to be; he wants you to be comfortable and yourself, whatever that means for you !!

but if you want to be more expressive and it helps, he'll suggest different things for you to build on—like starting the conversation you know? asking how you feel about the situation, if something's made you upset, how long you've been looking forward to do something, etc etc

^ he takes the time to look up different ways to help and his search history is a bit wonky for a while (like that step 3 dlc moment o)-( )

never takes it personally if you don't react super strong to a gift or compliment. he does it because he wants to make you happy and to let you know he loves you !! he'd actually be more upset if you tried to force a reaction

if something upsetting has happened, it's not uncommon for people to underestimate the impact on you. cove finds the time to talk to you alone to see how you're doing and will do whatever you'd like to feel better (like the step 3 moment where you're split up at the market sort of deal)

the second anyone wants to rudely comments on your "emotionless" attitude cove is there. he won't make a huge scene, especially if you say it's fine, but he will remember and at least tell them that they shouldn't just assume things

cove is happy the times you're expressive because he knows that means you trust and feel comfortable around him !! he'll also take note of what exactly makes you super happy so he can do it in the future

when it's something where your opinion is super important he always takes the extra time to talk with you about it. you can show up late or take a few minutes to think things through—your feelings are the most important thing at the end of the day

all in all he doesn't mind as long as you don't! you're his world and endearing in your own ways. cove would never make you change just to please other people and he'll always remind you of that

@dreamtydraw @lordbugs @xfangirl-trashx @fifteenshadesofpinkk @lotus-sukimono @bakugosgrenade @vhenis @anime-ships-gay

#cove holden #cove holden x reader #our life #ol:ba #our life beginnings & always #x reader

[inchidentally]

Hi! I just saw your brilliant post about the Landoscar turning point and as you asked other people's opinions here I am, I didn't want to crash the original post so here are my thoughts about it (It may be long, sorry!)

Disclaimer: neither of us know how they actually are and this is all based on their public personnas.

I think Lando and Oscar are figuring their relationship out slow but steady, and it's super interesting because as you mentioned it's so different to Lando's previous teammate relationships.

Carlos: Instant click. Carlos quickly assumed the role of the older brother and experienced driver. Carlos is an introvert and Lando was VERY shy at the beginning of his F1 adventure, so it wasn't an overwhelming dynamic for Lando.

Daniel: The polar opposite. A very overwhelming extrovert. I think that's one of the reasons it took them longer to get along. Daniel tried hard to be friendly but Lando just needed time. It didn't help that Lando was probably missing Carlos. At the end of their first year together they were already what people was expecting of them: jokes, laughs and two funny guys having a great time.

It's unfair to analyze all of this without mentioning the sports-side of things which is vital. Carlos taught Lando how to be in an F1 team, shared his telemetries, gave him advice. I guess that for a 19-yr old Lando that made him feel closer to Carlos. In Daniel's case it was trickier. Everybody expected Daniel to destroy Lando but Daniel struggled. A lot. And we know Lando tried to help but it was a complex problem, and that must make things a bit more awkward and distant. After the 1-2 in Monza and Daniel finally getting a great result, that awkwardness seemed to dissipate.

And now Oscar.

Oscar is a reflection of rookie Lando, but older and probably less anxious. They seem at ease since the very beggining (a softer 'instant click' I'd say) due to Oscar's calmer nature, and we know Lando does better at first with those introvert types. Worth noting that I don't think Lando had this 'heartbreak' after seeing Daniel leave as he had with Carlos, because he knew Daniel was suffering in McLaren to the point it was affecting his health, so it was good for him to leave. So Oscar's arrival was already smoother than Daniel's, and it's important to mention that they weren't complete strangers, Max Fewtrell knew Oscar personally and probably talked about him to Lando before the Aussie arrived at Mclaren.

So a good starting point but as Lando said, Oscar is in his "serious phase". He wants to show that he deserves the seat and that he's not here to be McLaren's #2. Add that to his introverted personality and you'll have a difficult code to break for Lando. I imagine Oscar thinking at the beginning that Lando would want to play mind games with him, but that boy seems pretty honest and if he tries to get close to someone is because he genuinely likes them.

They're probably in that point where they know can trust each other, but they still feel a bit like strangers. They don't seem to have a lot in common aside of racing but give them time. Lando started playing golf because of Carlos. Daniel started to mess around with his photo camera because of Lando, I'm sure they'll find a common ground.

So I agree, they've not had their turning point yet, but I think they're cimenting a solid relationship without rushing things. Maybe not seeing each other during the off-season will bring them closer as I'm very sure they're going to miss each other. And if the car performance continues being good next year, that will help them too. More battles in track doesn't necessarily mean a brocedes situation, as most people think. It's way worse to have a shit car and being grumpy because you're battling for P12.

So to sum things up I think their current state is: Good relationship with a solid base to build a friendship. Mutual admiration and respect. And a dash of mutual fascination too ;) If you got here, thanks for reading!

I love this and I agree!!

what's so interesting is that i my other analyses (it's very weird I have so many askgfksagf) including my carlando astrology one is that I've never really considered before that Carlos is more an introvert than an extrovert like you said. I very much see him as a natural leader and his genetic makeup absolutely puts him in the more 'dominant' position with his teammates. and obviously he's very easygoing with humor and naturally funny but in fact he clearly isn't much of a show pony like Daniel. even him zoning out as he said is more that he just has kind of moved on from the conversation and is thinking about something else. and his romantic relationships are as private as an F1 driver's can be with the huge majority of content coming from paps and journalists and fans. his love of spending quality time with family during the winter break is also very introverted.

and I actually have a thought about the needing to find common ground the way he has golf with Carlos and friends and photography with Daniel. since Oscar truly is someone who has his job as a racing driver and then otherwise switches off to video games/TV/naps I feel like what's bound to happen with him and Lando is that they find their friendship in those liminal spaces. I feel like Oscar is way too shy to appear in Quadrant videos or Lando's streams but then Steve is a very lowkey part of that team so I still think he would work?? and I love like you say that Oscar already has that connection with Max F so it would be so cool to have him integrated into Lando's life that way... IF you could get him to agree to it which is a big if.

same about the brocedes worries (I did an insane post abt that too). Lando wears his emotions right on his face and doesn't have much verbal filter so if he were going to develop bad feelings toward Oscar then it either would have happened at the start of the season when the car was awful or when Oscar's success started paralleling Lando's mid season. but they both seemed to gain a lot of solidarity from that rough start and we know how hard Oscar has worked to show Lando that when the race is done, all rivalry between them is over.

#f1extras #landoscar #inchreplies

[the-eeveekins]

The 23rd Day of G-Witch: The Woven Path

It's finally here, my 2nd favorite episode in the show.

The army of Gundnodes is absolutely formidable, and Suletta goes against this entire army solo. A lot of people list the massacre of the SAL Fleet as one of the crimes Prospera should have paid for, but I'll be honest, I don't vibe with that one. The SAL may be opposed to the Benerit Group, but they're just as complicit in the oppression of Earth as the BG is. They're just trying to take the power and authority of the BG for themselves to be the new rulers of space and reap those benefits themselves. So I don't really feel bad that Prospera wiped out a fleet belonging to another group of oppressors along the way.

The revelation that Suletta's beloved list were almost all her mom's ideas is pretty stunning. And at this point, the only desires that Suletta has expressed that were actually her own were building a school on Mercury and marrying Miorine. But now she has a new desire, one all her own: she wants to stop Prospera and Ericht from harming more people, and save her family.

And of course, one more desire: to see Miorine again and talk to her.

After doing a lot of thinking on it, I've ultimately decided that I do like this scene, even if the time could've definitely been better used elsewhere. It serves as a conclusion to the "rivalry" between Suletta and Guel, as well as a homage to both Gundam history and Utena. My only major complaint is that Miorine should have been the one to give Suletta back the Holder uniform, not Guel.

I think Guel was trying to motivate Suletta to take the fight seriously by telling her he wouldn't let him see her, and for her part, she agrees to the duel, because she knows she can beat him. But I also think there's a universe where Suletta just tells Guel straight off and that she's going to see Miorine whether he likes it or not.

The reunion. I love the way Suletta & Miorine reflect on their past mistakes, and that Suletta knows that regardless of the mistakes of her past, she needs to move forward in life. When Miorine expresses her fear of making mistakes, especially with regards to Suletta, Suletta makes an important point: Suletta would not be the person she is today without Miorine. Even with the pain and heartbreak, meeting Miorine and falling in love with her made her who she is today, and that was not a mistake.

I'm sorry, I have trouble articulating my thoughts on this scene. But I love Miorine asking Suletta to come with her to Earth, because Suletta gives her the strength to move past her fears and face the future. Just like Suletta gives her the strength to get up and open the door for her, to let Suletta see her at her most vulnerable. And Suletta reaches her hand out to Miorine because she accepts all of her, not just her strengths, but her weaknesses too, and wants to be with her no matter what. And Miorine, who probably never though Suletta would come back to her or accept her after what she did, accepts her hand.

For the first time, we see Miorine partake of the love she nurtured with Suletta. They are truly a couple now, with mutual love and trust in each other. Miorine says they'll grow more tomatoes, and Suletta agrees. They'll continue to grow the love they share together.

Suletta struggles as she hits score four, but she's determined to make it to score five and stop Prospera and Ericht. And even though Suletta could very well die and it terrifies her, Miorine respects her choice and raises the Permet score to five. As Suletta succeeds and stabilizes the Calibarn at score five, you can see the relief on Miorine's face as she lets out the tears she was holding back. It was a scary choice that may have killed the person she loves, but she placed her trust in Suletta's decision, and that trust allowed Suletta to succeed where her mother failed and gain the ability to face her family head on.

I just love the Calibarn's introduction. Liberation From the Curse is an amazing song, and it's used to incredible effect as Suletta flies into Quiet Zero solo and takes on an army of Gundnodes that had thus far torn apart everything they'd faced. She expertly dodges all their firepower and wipes out swarms of them with the broom rifle, to the point that Ericht is forced to sortie in the Aerial to try and stop her.

Up until this point I had been fairly underwhelmed with the Calibarn, but I absolutely fell in love during this scene. The cool factor of the broom rifle, Suletta expertly dodging fire from hundreds of Gundnodes and their bits while taking out multiple enemies with each shot of her rifle. It has since become my favorite mobile suit.

You can practically hear the defeat in Prospera's voice. Sure, Prospera has prioritized Ericht, but she does still love Suletta and wanted to avoid a conflict with her other daughter. But I think deep down she knew that the only person capable of stopping her at this point was Suletta, and seeing a Gundam that only she could pilot breach the Data Storm confirms those fears.

Likewise, if you've read Cradle Planet, you'll know that Eri loves Suletta and has always cared for her little sister, and was against the plan to send Suletta to the school or get her involved in their schemes. The last thing she wants to do is fight and hurt her sister, but at this point Ericht doesn't have the will to oppose her mother.

(There was so much I could've addressed and wanted to talk about in this episode that I just couldn't fit in, and I really felt the struggle of properly articulating the thoughts I did put down. I may make a 2nd post just for extra stuff.)

#25 days of g witch #g witch #the witch from mercury #sulemio #gundam #g witch spoilers

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Intimacy Challenge: Day (15)

30 Day Intimacy Challenge 

word count: 1k

Day 15: Prayer can safeguard your heart from pride. Compassion. As you pray for someone, you begin to see them more like Ewya sees them.

Tarsem:

You had just finished preparing dinner and putting it bowls for you two when tarsem asked you if he could lead the prayer before dinner tonight to which you happily agreed.

"Dear Eywa,

We come before You today with humble hearts – hearts that are full of love, admiration and appreciation for our relationship.

We thank You for blessing us with the joy of being in each other's lives, and we ask that You continue to guide us on our path together so that we may grow deeper in love and understanding.

Help us to remain open to one another. May we always listen thoughtfully when our partner speaks, truly honoring their words and giving them the respect they deserve.

Amen."

Tarsem smiled as he opened his eyes and saw you smiling at him before you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Beautiful prayer my tarsem." You said as two began to eat your dinner.

Jake:

Jake had never really been a religious man before he came pandora and then his eyes were opened up to it and he started to enjoy it and actually believe in it more. Right now he was currently getting ready for bed as you slept soundly since he got back from a hunt late. He gently kneel beside the bed and said his prayer for y'all's relationship.

"Ewya of truth,

help us to effectively express our love for one another.

Enable us to use words that really speak to our loved one, and that are meaningful to them.

Give each of us an understanding of the other's love language, whether words of affirmation, helping them in some practical way, gifts, quality time, or touch.

Give us insight into how they express affection and how they want it expressed to them.

Help us learn how to make our partner feel loved and appreciated.

Amen."

He climbed into bed and wrapped his arm around pulling you closer to him which made you turn and face him as he placed a kiss on your head before falling asleep.

Neteyam:

Neteyam had woken up earlier than you and decided to say a quick prayer for you and your guy's relationship before he went about his morning and while you were still asleep. He gently kneeled on the side of ya'lls bed before he started speaking.

"Ewya, thank you that you are our creator,

you know us better than anyone else.

You brought us together and you have promised that you have plans and a purpose for us, plans to prosper us and not to harm us.

Remind us that you are the center of our relationship and that you are the one who watches over our future.

May we look to you for wisdom and guidance May your peace, which surpasses all understanding, guard our hearts and our minds.

Amen."

He opened his eyes and stood up deciding to prepare breakfast for you and ya'lls daughter this morning.

Tsu'tey:

You and Tsu'tey had been going through a rough patch here lately, it seemed that no matter what you guys were just having a huge case of miscommunication and it was weighing on you both. So while you were out finishing up your daily chores, Tsu'tey decided to say a prayer to Ewya in hopes that she might be able to guide you guys in the right direction.

"Dear Ewya,

We come to You today asking for Your direction and anointing in our relationship.

Help us to be strong in our commitment to each other, and to grow closer together as we draw near to You.

Give us the courage to be honest with each other and the ability to truly love one another with a godly love.

Show us how to extend grace and forgiveness when needed and how to speak kindly even in difficult times.

As we seek Your will in our lives, may we always remember that You are at the center of our relationship.

Give us wisdom so that we can build a strong foundation for our relationship built on trust and understanding.

Grant us insight into each other's needs so that we may meet them in healthy ways.

Amen."

"That was a beautiful prayer Ma Tsu." You said making him turn and see you standing there in the doorway.

"Thank you, what do you got there?" He asked noticing a basket of food.

"A peace offering hopefully, I was planning on surprising you with your favorite dessert and hopefully clear the air." You said as he smile.

"We can make it together while discussing everything." He said taking it from your hands.

Z-dog:

Alicia had never really been a religious person per se sure she believed in some kind of higher power but that was about it once coming to Pandora and learning about Ewya, she started to come a bit more religious especially when it came to yours and hers relationship, that was the main thing she prayed about. You were sound asleep in her arms while she was struggling to fall asleep but the one thing, she could help but think about was the relationship between you two, and decided to say a quick prayer.

"Dear Ewya,

We pray that our lives would be filled and overflowing with Your love so we can make a difference in this world and bring honor to You.

We ask for Your help in reminding us that the most significant thing we can do in this life is simply to love You and to choose to love others.

Help us to love as You love. Fill us with your Spirit so that we can choose what is best. We are weak Lord, but we know also, that Your strength works best in our weakness.

Thank You that You equip us to face each day with the power of Your love, Your forgiveness, and Your grace.

Amen."

After she finished up, she turned on her side fully engulfing you in her arms as she felt herself becoming tired.

#tarsem x reader #tarsem x you #tarsem x y/n #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #tsu'tey #tsu'tey x reader #z-dog x reader #zdog x reader #30 day intimacy challenge

[therenlover]

Put Me Back In It (I Would Do It Again) Chapter Three: My Dear Old Friend

Pairings: Haarlep/Tav, Raphael/Tav, Past Astarion/Tav

Word Count: 4,000~

Synopsis: Haarlep offers to distract Tav from her monotonous reality, but the face the incubus chooses to wear is a strangely familiar one.

Rating: E (+18)

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Memory Loss, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cunnilingus, Dreams vs Reality, Imprisonment, Loss of Identity

You can find this fic on AO3 Here or find the other finished chapters on Tumblr Here

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There was no day or night in Avernus. No stars or moon cycled towards the horizon to make room for warm sunshine or stormy grey clouds. The skies burned orange forever and forever and forever with only the occasional blast of smoke or flame to break up the eternal sameness. 

Tav ended up looking into that empty orange a lot while on her back in Raphael’s bed. 

If she turned her head and watched through the frosted glass she could imagine anything in that endless ochre sky. Sometimes, when her situation felt too real, she’d imagine a fleet of red dragons descending from beyond the jagged peaks in the distance, an army of githyanki soldiers with Laezel at the lead coming to rescue her. Mostly she just let her mind leave her body as she accommodated Raphael for what felt like the thousandth time. It could have been, too. There were no clocks in the House of Hope, at least none that were honest. Each and every one had been meddled with in some way to torment the residents. 

Between the clocks and the lack of a sunset, Tav had no idea how long she’d been at Raphael’s beck and call. She measured her life in what she could manage to do between being bedded again and again. It wasn’t unpleasant or painful but it was an empty existence. She seemed to exist only as an object of pleasure. Sometimes she wondered if Haarlep felt the same way, or if the incubus’ nature made things easier. 

Time was an endless stream of eating and sex and reading and sex and bathing and sex. Tav would sleep when she felt the need to, but mostly just to feel like time was passing. She’d given up looking for her contract what felt like an eternity before. The punishment of being locked below with the rest of the souls after she was caught just wasn’t worth it. Rebellion would do nothing besides break the fragile bond she’d begun to build with Raphael. He didn’t trust her and he definitely didn’t love her— she doubted he was capable of really loving anything but himself— but he treasured her, and as long as she remained placid and beautiful no object in his great hoard could hold a candle to the triumph of domesticating her. Docility was safety and safety was a blessing. If only it wasn’t so damn monotonous. 

She was on the bed watching the sky again when Haarlep came into the boudoir looking slightly charred around the edges. “Rough day?” 

They shot her a look that said she shouldn’t have had to ask. 

“Oh, poor baby,” Tav mocked slightly, “Can I kiss it better?”

“Would you?” Haarlep toed off their boots and sighed. They had taken Raphael’s form for whatever errand they were returning from, leathery wings shaking off ash and dirt as they undid their leathers and the harness below them. As soon as they were fully undressed they waded into the bath with a pained hiss. 

Tav crawled to the edge of the bed, flopping onto her stomach and setting her chin on her palms. “As long as you tell me what you used my body for today,” 

“You were awake for that?” The incubus winced, rubbing soap into their hair. “I figured with Raphael gone on business you’d be resting,”

She hummed an affirmation. “Woke me up, actually,”

“Sorry, Tavvy. Forgive me?”

Any small bit of resentment she’d had for her lost rest was gone the second she heard her nickname. 

Her relationship with Haarlep was complicated just like things were complicated in her life these days, but whatever it was that she shared with Raphael’s other pet was the most normal relationship she had left. They were compatriots, like a matching set of pretty tamed tigers in their hellish zoo, and that made Haarlep her only equal. They could talk to each other like people; share jokes, meals, books, beds. After all of his years of servitude, Haarlep understood exactly how important something like an apology or a teasing nickname could be after experiencing Raphael’s special brand of affection and neglect. 

If they hadn’t been there for her, she surely would’ve been dead or worse already. 

Tav nodded. “Just tell me and all will be forgotten, Haarlep. Come on! Man or woman? Where did you do it? Were they any good?” 

“You’re going to be disappointed,” they replied. 

“I don’t care,”

Haarlep dunked their head under the water and remained there for a good few seconds before resurfacing and wiping their face dry. “It was just Raphael,” 

It should have been some comfort that it was only Raphael and not some stranger who’d had their way with her shape and form while she wasn’t there to experience it, but it wasn’t. In fact, it was incredibly disappointing. Tav drooped, letting her face fall into the duvet.

“You should be flattered, Raphael wouldn’t usually pass up the chance to fuck himself while I’m around. He insisted that he wanted you.” The incubus rose from the bath and grabbed their robe from its hook on the wall, shaking the water from his wings and tail. Tav didn’t respond. She just remained limp on the bed burying her face further into the silk sheets, hands hanging sadly over the edge. Haarlep came to sit beside her. “It was pretty though. The full moon was out and the sky was clear enough that, if someone put their mind to it, you could count every planet and star,”

Tav’s head lifted minutely. “You fucked outside?”

“You think Raphael is the type to wait long enough to get to a tavern?” They set a clawed hand on her back, scratching the skin lightly through the back of her dress. It was an affectionate gesture and a welcome one. Tav shifted closer to their leg, enjoying the contact. “No, we were in an alley. It was a nice change of pace from the heat down here, though. There was probably a foot of snow on the ground and…”

As Haarlep continued their description, Tav’s mind wandered away. A foot of snow in Baldur’s Gate? It must be winter then, deep into the cold months too. They’d defeated the netherbrain in the oppressive heat of summer when the phlox and lambs ear covered the parks and the sun had borne down on them every damn moment of the day. If it was snowing now… had it been almost 6 months since she’d sold her soul to Raphael to keep the crown out of his hands and save Baldur’s Gate from his demonic army? She’d been deprived of sun and wind and grass for almost half a year. She wondered distantly if Karlach had ever felt similarly during her time trapped in Avernus. 

Oh, Karlach. Was she even alive? Had the tiefling made it back to Avernus in time or had she succumbed to the engine in her chest? 

How were Shadowheart’s parents? Did she still get pains? And Wyll! Had he taken on his father’s position? Was Gale teaching again? Laezel was strong and powerful, she probably could have defeated Vlaakith just in the time since Tav had given up her soul as forfeit, but had she?

Her heart ached. Had they forgotten about her sacrificing her soul for them? They all knew how to get into Avernus, but none had attempted to save her or even visit. Did they care that she was gone? Had they really been friends at all? She hated that she was even thinking it, but the reality of her situation didn’t leave much else to imagine. It was looking more and more like she’d been forgotten to rot in Avernus for the rest of eternity. 

At least Raphael still saw something he liked in her. 

The blanket beneath Tav’s face was cold and wet. When had she started crying? She sat up and wiped her tears with her draping sleeves, nudging off Haarlep’s hand. 

“Hey,” they scrunched their eyebrows together, “were you even listening?”

“I’m sorry Haarlep, I’m just distracted,” she sniffed. Why was this affecting her so much?

The incubus shook their head, flashing a sad, fanged smile. “Homesick?” 

Tav shook her head. “No, just… confused. I’ll get over it,” She smiled back at them with everything she had in her, but she was sure they saw right through her. Haarlep had a way of knowing just what she was thinking especially if she tried to hide it. Maybe it was because once, a millennia ago, they had been just where she was, so far from home and everything they’d ever known. 

“It’s ok to get frustrated with Raphael you know, sometimes I hate him myself,” Haarlep sighed. 

She drew her legs up to her chest. “It’s not that. I don’t hate him, there’s no reason for me to. He wanted me enough that he put aside his plans for dominating the hells just to keep my soul. I just miss… being a person. I miss days being days. I miss choosing my clothes and my breakfast and what I wanted to do with the day…”

“Tired of reading the same ten books over and over?” They both laughed at that one. Tav’s tears had stopped but the great aching emptiness in her heart was still there. 

“I just wish I felt like myself again, I guess. I was a hero once and now I’m a trophy,” 

Something dark and mysterious flashed in Haarlep’s eyes as their grin grew, wings flaring beneath the fabric. “I think I might be able to help take your mind off things,” They let the shoulder of their robe fall slightly. 

Tav laughed. “Seriously?” 

“What! You need to blow off some steam,” Their voice was lilting and oh-so-inviting as they let the robe slip further. “I can give you that. I can be anybody you want. Maybe, just for one night, pretending you’re not stuck down here would be good for you,” 

This was a game they’d toyed with a few times before, and Tav had accepted once or twice. It was always under Raphael’s watchful eye, though, and somewhat for the archdevil’s pleasure, never just for her. Her eyes shifted nervously. “Do you think Raphael would be ok with it? I don’t want either of us getting on his bad side for this,” It really might be nice to have something different. A secret between the two of them. 

Haarlep shrugged and nodded. “What the boss doesn’t know, the boss won’t mind. Besides, he isn’t due back for quite a while. No reason he ever needs to find out,”

“I just…” Tav gritted her teeth, “I want to feel like me. I want to feel like I felt before all of this, just for a few minutes. I want to feel powerful and desired and- agh, like I’m making love to someone, not just fucking. Does that make any sense?”

Something shifted in Haarlep’s posture and he sighed again, long and deep this time. Their nails clicked softly against the banister. “It does,” 

“If you think you have a chance of giving me that, I’ll keep this between us,” Tav whispered. 

“Good,” Haarlep was their old, confident self again, smiling bright, and yet something had changed. Gods, Tav hoped it wasn’t pity. She had worked so hard to stand next to Haarlep and not behind them. If her crying and whining had put them on shaky ground again… The incubus eased her worries before she could fuss anymore. “Close your eyes and lay back,” they winked. “When you open your eyes you’ll be wined, dined, and wooed. Should be just the right cure for your ails,”

So Tav did. 

She took a deep breath and shifted, laying back on the wooden headboard in anticipation with her eyes gently shut. 

This part was expected. For all of Haarlep’s showmanship, their ability to shift forms was a deeply personal one. It was a side of them Raphael rarely saw given the fact that Haarlep was so used to residing in his preferred form. Still, Tav had learned quickly that the incubus preferred privacy when changing bodies. 

The process was quick but just long enough to build some anticipation in the air. Then cold hand was in Tav’s hair and the game was afoot. “Open your eyes, darling,”

The man before her was a vision. 

Still wrapped in Haarlep’s robe, his elvish ears poked through flowing white hair, broad pale chest glowing in the candlelight. Crimson eyes raked over her body. Tav’s heart thumped an uneven rhythm. What was that feeling? Affection, longing… fear? Desperation? She wanted to reach out and grab him, pull him in close. She wanted to bare her throat and beg him for anything and everything he’d give. Her body was nothing but a puppet to the strange, overwhelming urges in her mind. It was as if she was some sort of animal enslaved by their instinct. 

She squeezed this strange elf’s body to her own, shoving all the air from Haarlep’s lungs.

They were rigid at first, clearly they hadn’t expected this, and then the tears came. So many tears. Wrenching sobs rang out against the domed ceiling. 

Haarlep softened against her, wrapping those cool, pale arms around her back and laying beside her. “There, there,” the voice was posh and gentle, “you’re safe here. You’re so loved here, Tav,” A hand reached into her hair, scratching with rounded, manicured nails. She just buried her face deeper into the chest before her. “You’re home now, and no one will ever be able to hurt you again,”

She had been here before. She had known this man. She had to have known him. Why didn’t she know him? 

Tav’s head hurt. It was like her brain was threatening to throb right out of her skull. The pain didn’t deter her from him in the slightest though. She pushed through the agony in the futile hope for any sort of an answer. “What’s wrong with me?” Her voice was a groan. 

“Nothing at all, my love,” small fangs peeked from their lips as they spoke, “what can I do for you?”

The first thing that flashed into Tav’s was pathetic, there was no way that she’d ever be able to say it out loud, especially to Haarlep. But…

“Will you just hold me for a while?” 

Haarlep nodded. “Anything you need,”

Tav lay still in the blissful coolness, half wishing she could free herself from the heavy wool of her dress to get closer to the incubus’ skin. Everything was always so blistering in Avernus. Hells, even the water and wine she drank were room temperature at the least. It took a lot of restraint to not worm her way out of the sweltering fabric and cling naked to her poor bedmate. The thought of being out of those arms for even a moment was the only thing that kept her from making it a reality. 

She breathed in and out. Her shoulders relaxed. Exhaustion finally took its toll, beating out the constant adrenaline pumping through her. 

“What a strange creature you are,” Haarlep purred in that smooth voice, “I wrap myself up like a present for you and you’d prefer to hug me than fuck me. I can’t say it’s not flattering in some odd way,” They kept speaking, but Tav was drifting away again. Her eyelids felt like lead. She nuzzled closer, relishing in the softness against her cheek. When was the last time she’d been held by anybody? She couldn’t remember. 

Sleep was approaching rapidly, threatening with every passing second to pull Tav into its arms, but she resisted as long as she could. This was a rare moment. It would be such a waste to squander it. “Thank you, Haarlep,” Her voice was breathy. 

They shook their head, soft white curls shifting on the pillow. “Nothing to thank me for. Now rest,” Haarlep pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, “We can have our fun when you wake up,” 

As soon as Tav stopped resisting, the darkness of sleep pulled her down and swallowed her whole 

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She was lying on a bedroll, breathing the smell of fresh wet earth into her lungs. Rain! Dirt! Tav wanted to shoot up and dig her hands into the earth below her but no matter how hard she tried, her body wouldn’t move. Instead, it stayed curled there, watching the wind blow and the rain pummel the grass through a small slit in her tent. 

A pair of fine leather boots came into view, pausing at the entrance to the tent. “Tav?” That voice… “May I come in?” 

This other Tav, whoever was in control of her, replied. “You don’t have to ask before coming in, I know you don’t care if I’m sleeping or not,”

And there he was, that man Haarlep had worn in bed, in some loose cotton shirt covered in specks of blood. His eyes glinted garnet in the moonlight. “It’s a force of habit, darling.”

“Oh yeah,” Other Tav laughed, “the whole vampires asking permission thing. I forgot about that,”

Vampire? That explained the eyes and the fangs…

“Sorry to barge in this late, but I,” he paused, “well, to be honest, I couldn’t stay away.”

Tav laughed, sitting up. “That hungry?” 

“Yes, amongst other things,” Something shifted in the vampire’s eyes, his cheeks flushing with borrowed blood. 

“Wait,” Tav put up a hand, “Are you jealous?” 

His face flushed redder. “No! I absolutely am not-“

“Of Gale?” 

“I- Well- YES!” He was gesticulating wildly now. “Maybe I am jealous of Mr ‘Let Me Show You The Weave’ Dekarios flaunting all of his wondrous talents around camp. So what? You’d still prefer his company to mine on the road, after all, so who am I to talk about it? Maybe you like that sort of thing,” 

Tav was stifling her laughter now, biting down on a finger to silence herself. “So that’s what this is about,”

“Just forget it!” He threw his hands up. What a drama queen. It was a little bit endearing, though, if you looked past the fit. “I don’t know why I thought you’d care,” 

“Astarion, wait,”

The vampire lingered a bit longer, hands on his hips, eyes filled with spite.

Astarion. Finally, a name to put to the beautiful face before you. 

“I do care, I promise,” Tav’s voice was genuine. There was no fake compassion in her, just concern and care and… love. She was in love. “And I promise I definitely don’t prefer Gale’s company to yours. I just needed someone who could open the magic seal on that stupid Selunite lockbox I found in the well and we got sidetracked for a few days. If it really means that much to you, I’ll take you with us tomorrow, ok?” 

Crimson eyes flitted around the tent, landing anywhere but on Tav’s own. He crossed his arms. “I swear you’re going to wind up dead someday,” he snapped, but despite his harsh tone, he sat down right next to Tav on the bedroll, sighing loudly in the night. His hair was wet and it glistened in the thin rays of moonlight that made their way through gaps in the fabric of the tent above, dripping freezing water onto his shoulders. “Being nice to strange vampires is exactly the kind of thing that will get you killed one day,”

“Good thing you’ll be around to set me straight,” 

Astarion hummed thoughtfully. “I supposed you’re right. It would be a shame if you died on me. Who else would keep Shadowheart and Laezel from killing each other and making a mess of camp,” 

Tav was smiling that lovestruck smile again. “Now that that’s out of the way, you hungry?” 

“I thought you’d never ask,” 

She shifted a bit, reclining until her back hit the bedroll while Astarion positioned himself above her. Then she tensed and he laughed like the pealing of bells. It was distracting enough that Tav barely felt him burying his fangs in her neck. 

Being drained was a cold feeling, like having bolts of ice running through her veins, and yet somehow it wasn’t all that unpleasant, especially when it meant Astarion’s lips were against her neck, so low he could almost brush her collarbone with them. He would run his tongue against her pulse every few seconds, lapping at the blood escaping the two neat punctures he had made. It was terrifying. 

It was also the most erotic thing Tav had ever experienced. 

The other Tav whimpered lightly as if she could sense the unbridled lust running through her distant mind. 

Astarion pulled away all too soon. His lips were painted red with the very essence of her. “Thank you, darling. You taste divine,” And then he brought his face down to kiss her. He tasted metallic but somehow sweet, almost sugary on her lips and tongue as she drew him in closer. It occurred to Tav that Raphael tasted similarly. Perhaps it was the lure of a predator, that sweetness on the tongue. That didn’t matter now though. Not when Astarion was purring sweet nothings into her ear and fussing with the hem of her nightshirt. “Let me repay you,”

“You can’t pay for something I offered freely,” 

The vampire seemed hesitant for a moment but pushed forward, pulling Tav’s nightshirt over her head and quickly ridding her of her pants as well. She began to make work of his own clothes but he tutted at her. “I’m not done eating yet,” 

Oh. 

If Astarion had seemed like a predator before it didn’t hold a candle to the look he gave her from between her parted thighs. He held them there, pressing them apart with his hands as he nosed at her core, and when he finally ran his tongue through her folds Tav knew exactly why. The vampire kept her still even as she attempted to buck her hips into his mouth. He held the cards. Hells, he held the whole deck. 

And she let him.

With her shirt shoved between her lips to muffle her sighs she gave over full control of her pleasure to the man worshipping her. 

Rain pattered lightly on the roof of the tent as Tav’s legs shook. 

He was gazing up at her, nose nudging her clit softly while his tongue delved into her cunt, and it seemed as though he was hanging on to her eyes like a lifeline. Looking for approval, looking for pleasure. Something was… off, but only if Tav looked closely. If she hadn’t made that face hundreds of times while sleeping with Raphael, she wouldn’t have recognized it. The half-lidded foggy haze was something she was intimately aware of now. 

Speak of the devil, she smelled sulfur in the air. 

Astarion’s face looked foggy now. It was like an oil painter had run their thumb along his drying portrait. His features dripped with the rain but his tongue continued to work against her throbbing heat. He lifted his odd, distorted face from her cunt, and a husky, bone-dry voice came out. 

“Remember,” 

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Tav woke with a start to the smell of burning and rot, her strange dream instantly forgotten. 

Raphael was standing at the end of the bed and Haarlep… Haarlep’s black blood was soaking the sheets beside her. 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Raphael hissed, “Looks like sleeping beauty has decided to join us. 

She was so fucked. 

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(A/N: Thank you for reading! Alrighty folks, are we Team Raphael, Team Haarlep, or Team Astarion here, I need help deciding how this damn thing will eventually end lol. If you'd like to be part of a taglist for future chapters just let me know)

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[isabelguerra]

I was thinking about your Pacific Rim AU again, and now I want to know your thoughts on Johnny-Isabel drift compatibility. Like, what in your opinion is their very specific method of working together? What is Izjo if they're piloting a fuck-off big mech together? No doubt you have many a thought on this subject and I'm itching to talk about these two nerds

Yes yes absolutely!!! I really hope you liked the movie, it's been one of my favorites since I was 14. This is going to be half original concepts and half canon-compliant facts I pull from Pacific Rim's wiki page.

So: Isabel + Johnny's drift compatibility and specific methods of working together. Their fuck-off big mech.

This is long.

To start off; they would meet way before piloting a Jaegar together, as hotshots during their Jaegar Academy days and as sort-of rivals up through their time as pilots.

Following Blitz Valhalla and Scourge Behemoth's decommissioning, Isabel and Johnny get reassigned to the Kwoon Combat Room to work as Fightmasters with Max. (Max isn't a Fightmaster, he's the director of drift compatibility. Which makes him sort of their boss, but they don't treat him like it.) Where Isabel and Johnny teach candidates how to fight, Max teaches candidates how to move, while personally specializing in identifying potential co-pilots via their natural choreography/body language during a spar.

So a rough timeline would have Isabel and Johnny knowing each other at 18, piloting their respective Jaegars from 18-22, working together from 22-24, then piloting Scarlet Parabellum.

Honestly? I've given more thought to their Fightmaster days than their actual co-piloting. So much of the draw for drift compatibility is the criticality of trust, so jumping to the point where they already trust each other is less interesting than seeing how they get there. Which is to say, it takes a while for them to Get In That Robot.

They don't get along during their trainee/ranger days. At all. It's, like, bad. It's so bad.

When they start working together, that relationship worsens before it gets better. They're both hotheaded, they still miss the cockpit and neural drift and adrenaline, and all of that pent up aggression and emotion comes out during their instruction demonstrations.

One benefit of not liking each other for years is they don't try to make a good impression, which lets them develop their relationship as honest versions of themselves, knowing the good with the bad as part of each other rather than a disappointment. Isabel already thinks Johnny is a bitch. Johnny already thinks Isabel is a delusional shrimp who thinks she's tougher than him. They have nowhere to go but forward.

Training in the Kwoon is supposed to forge an ideal partnership between recruits. Enough to establish or develop drift compatibility. MY hypothesis is that if two people - with prior pilot experience and more similarities than they think - INSTRUCT that training, a natural consequence would develop that partnership on steroids. The ability to open up and trust your partner is what determines compatibility. So as Isabel and Johnny begin to work together, they unknowingly begin building that trust. They spend time together. They adapt to each others' teaching styles and mentalities. They learn each others' fighting techniques. Humor styles. Bitching sessions. All of this is learning how to read each other.

Isabel begins learning Johnny until she knows how he's going to move before he does, and vice versa. When they show how a move is done, Johnny throws her a kendo stick and Isabel catches it without looking. Where they would previously interrupt each other to argue during martial arts demonstrations, they start playing into each others' strengths and letting the other take over when their own knowledge is lacking. Isabel ducks before Johnny even swings. Johnny places a foot where he knows Isabel will trip. They can sympathize with each other. They both loved piloting, they miss their old copilots to death. Isabel and Ed and Johnny and the gang still see each other around, but it's not the same. It's not taking on the world together. It's not sharing a head with their best friend. They eat lunch in silence together in the hangar repair bay, watching mechanics fix Jaegars for rangers who still have someone to be a conversation with.

So that develops over a couple years. Max notices but says nothing. Not his business. He just thinks it's. Y'know. Interesting.

When the program starts getting desperate and co-pilots are needed, they're who Max recommends.

They each bring something old into the drift. Drifting with each other isn't like drifting with Ed, or with Ollie Stephen and RJ.

Drifting with Ed is like playing superheroes with a sibling at age 7. simple. intuitive. it feels like an improv game where the two of you are so in sync that whatever weird thing happens, happens, and now you get to find out whats next.

Drifting with Ed eventually failed because a lapse in trust weakened their connection. As intuitive as implicit trust with your sibling can be, it if's been that way forever and hasn't been exercised, it's like a vulnerable immune system. Their weakened connection caused a bad fight, and now Ed can't co-pilot again. Isabel still feels bad.

Drifting with the Jang is friendship fusion on steroids. It feels like going to sleep with your three best friends nearly your whole life. Like late night sleepovers way past curfew to watch banned horror marathons, passing out in a bed surrounded by three people who love you most. When Scourge goes down, it's like the stack tower destabilized. Johnny wakes up and the bed is empty.

Drifting with each other is... shy. Their first few times.

It's hard to use each others' headspace at first. They don't drift in the same way they would have been used to. They're bringing in everything of their past partners, and everything of the people they both used to be and have become since then. It's not just scary to do this with a new person; it's scary to see who you've become without the old ones. How choices you would have made before aren't your go-to anymore. How that feels right, now. How you change.

Past people and yourself aside, there's the matter of someone new. It's raw and confusing and awkward. There's no way to edit, you're both very vulnerable, your thoughts are all out there, a lot of barriers are lowered. Your minds are two channels that feed into each other.

It's shy. But they're compatible. Dropping their guard and trusting the person next to them is key.

Isabel gets hit with the experience of being Johnny scraping his knee at age 7, then Johnny feels the real-time fury of arguing with Francisco every night at the dinner table for 6 years straight. That thought bounces briefly to their first actions when meeting each other, which bounces back to the comfort of drifting with their previous co-pilots, which bounces to both feeling the hit Ed took when Blitz went down, which bounces to the panic Stephen felt when Scourge met the first Kaiju it couldn't tackle, which bounces to the panic of losing the drift forever. Which jumps to their deep-seated desire to go back to piloting, the need for something they want, which leads into the memory of Johnny's first time kissing a boy, Isabel's first time pinning an opponent bigger than her until they tapped out, the first time one of their spars together felt fun.

They see meeting themselves from the other persons' perspective. Catching each others eye from across the trainee room and boredly assessing if that shrimp is going to end up in the big leagues like they are. If they're a threat.

Then meeting again properly, their first impressions of each other. Isabel's hair is shinier than it should be, she definitely wasn't that short, and she DEFINITELY wasn't that shrimpy. She was that firey though. Johnny probably was that cocky and trigger happy, but how loud and annoying he was in the cafeteria is way exaggerated.

Then they're one person. And a giant fucking robot.

Drifting with each other feels like summer. The good one. From way back before you actually remember. Long tall grass filled with humming bugs, dirt on your legs, a world to run around and poke and sweat in and take on. It's hot and itchy and you feel alert and alive and giddy and powerful. Night summer adrenaline and peak afternoon summer adventure all at the same time.

It's 3am so I'm calling it here for tonight! No doubt I'll add more to this tomorrow. I've been writing this since 7pm. Please tell me what you thought of pacific rim

#asks #junkthrillz #paranatural #prau #after obsessing over wizau for like 8 years i need a setting where the kids are in their mid-20s. this is that setting

[ell-arts]

There's a ton of strange things going on with this show, including using parodies (namely the Terminator for "Stand By Your Pac-Man" and The Wizard of Oz for "The Wizard of Odd".

All it does is aid to the already large filler that no one (or close to it) particularly needed. Not to mention the crass jokes that started showing up as early as episode 2.

Episode. Two.

So here's my question: What made you stay in the Fandom after the shows untimely cancelation? Was it for the memes and shitposts that people made off It? Or was it for the idea that, in a way, it had more potential to it?

Personally it's both the former and latter, but I've always wanted to know what made someone stay in this weird phase of Pac-Man history

That's a loaded question XD

First, I must acknowledge that my answer is only one perspective out of many. Other fans may have varying reasons for why they stayed in the fandom.

So, as for me?

I'm a simple person. I'm easily entertained :)

It's the little things that I am drawn to. Not the crass/toilet humour, of course, but I like the little design details and how the main trio looks out for each other, and some of the funny shenanigans that the ghosts end up in. I can block out/ignore the poorly done bits and genuinely enjoy the rest of it that was fun to watch.

I really don't mind the amount of parodies, I think each of them at least had something that was still relevant to the story - Stand By Your Pac-Man set the stage for Apex's reveal (in that the Pacinator revealed it was someone else who completely wiped out the yellows, however brief the reveal may be), and while Wizard of Odd was more filler than anything else, I still found enjoyment in it and we got a bit of lore on other parallel dimensions being a thing in the universe. The one parody episode I can think of that was 100% filler and probs unnecessary was Rip van Packle.

I'll admit, PMATGA is not the best show nor can I pretend that it's as great as other stories I'm interested in, like The Chronicles of Narnia or HTTYD. Whenever new people ask me what shows I'm interested in, I make a big effort not to mention PMATGA lmao. It's a guilty pleasure, simple as that.

To be honest, it was neither the memes nor the wasted potential that I stayed for (trust me, 15-year-old me was actually quite miffed about people dissing my favourite show at the time XD).

I stayed because I had sort of build up my own sets of fanons and theories of the show that I could latch onto, and build up upon for years to come, because the characters of this show are surprisingly good to use as a foundation for bigger and more epic stories, sort of like that one meme where the world you created in your head about the show is better than the show itself lol. I guess that did stem out of the show's wasted potential.

And, well, hyperfixation is a thing, innit? That definitely played a small role in why I stayed.

Over the years my interest in the show did wean a little, and up until the beginning of the year, I had been entirely inactive in the fandom. Perhaps I did lose interest in the show then. But I didn't lose interest in the fan stories I've come up with in the meantime. I guess that's the biggest reason why I stayed - I started something with my fanfics, and I've spent a lot of time building up their plots, so much so that to just leave it all now would feel wrong. Especially since I still get enjoyment out of them.

It ends up being a domino effect in and of itself tbh, because as I write more for the fanfics that I refuse to abandon, the more stories and fan content I come up with, and so the drive continues for as long as it's capable of doing so.

#pmatga #pacman and the ghostly adventures #ask

[aroaceacacia]

ok but the 3 heart trio + zam conversation is actually REALLY INTERESTING.

narratively, they're both in very similar positions - they've cut ties with team awesome (aka mapicc and ro) and as a result, they're now poor. but they're foils, you see! because zam is alone; he used to think everyone hated him, now he just thinks hes friendless. his friends were ro and mapicc, and hes realized they're evil and that being with them made himself evil and that he doesnt like that. so he took a stand, got his ass kicked, and left.

but 3 heart trio, on the other hand, are - as zam pointed out - the longest-lasting team of the entire season. when 3 heart trio had to chose between TA or APO, they chose team awesome partially because the APO only wanted planet. no matter what theyve done, 3HT has always prioritized keeping all three of them together. not only is it just... not in their nature to want to turn on each other, from a more cynical standpoint, it would make zero strategic sense. planet, bacon, and jaron are three of the more... uh... down bad? Broke?? players on the server and tend to be chronically low on hearts. when you're in such a difficult position, it is much easier to escape and grind for materials if you have people helping you! and that's how 3HT has always operated - it's simply a given that they'll share with one another.

when they approach zam, hes wary! when they discuss trust, hes shocked at how comfortable they are talking to him - he says they shouldnt have trusted him (but they did), he says hes killed them over and over and personally wronged them (which he did). but they still offer an allyship: more substantial than a truce, but not an acceptance into the 3HT fold, either.

zam refuses because ultimately he cannot reconcile the wrongs hes done to them & the server with the simple and honest trust they offer him freely. "I'm evil," he insists, over and over, as he's reconstructing the ground at spawn and building new earth below their feet. "I haven't changed." "We can fix him But you admit that you're evil," Planet says in turn. "That's the first step to being better." Jaron makes a quip about a 12 step program. Bacon asks for advice, and encourages Planet to write down the scraps of offhanded wisdom Zam gives by mistake. They're genuinely interested in his story; when Zam explains how he's actually doing better than he looks, Planet likens it to a breakup with a shitty partner. Yeah, Zam might look like hell right now, but he's free.

They come to Zam immediately after all having died in "space" with no hope of regearing, each down from 3 hearts to 2 (and one of Bacon's is borrowed from Spepticle). Zam is at twelve. His sword has smite on it, but even that would have easily killed any of them. And yet, and yet, and yet, they climbed the mountain anyway, and went to speak to him.

3 Heart Trio are, like Mapicc and Roshambo, a tight-knit group, one that's so deeply intertwined with each members' identity on the server this season that it'd be near impossible to break them up. Like Mapicc and Roshambo, Zam will continue to be an outsider to that. But, even in just once conversation, 3HT were able to do something for Zam that TA couldn't do: Be Normal

or maybe, in the words of planetlord, it's just that "bro is using reverse psycologhy 💀". the world may never know

#bearvocalizations #lifesteal smp #meta #im frothing at the mouth u dont understand #that conversation was so goofy but once it hit its stride it was soooo good

[bi-bard]

I’m Just Asking if I Can See You - Lance Sweets Imagine (Bones)

Title: I’m Just Asking if I Can See You

Pairing: Lance Sweets X Reader

Based On: Ugly Side

Word Count: 1,337 words

Warning(s): fear of commitment

Summary: Lance spent a long time trying to get through (Y/n)’s shell. It looks like he’s finally found success. However, when (Y/n) is ready to be serious, Lance suddenly decides to run for the hills.

Author's Note: This is such a great song.

SONDER - THE WRECKS WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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It all started with a moment of annoyance.

With Lance making a few too many snarky comments in the hopes of getting under my skin.

Lance and I had fallen into this pattern of being assholes to each other. He would poke at the tough act I would put on while I would remind him of how he follows Booth around like a lost puppy. We just didn't get along. It was just a constant line of being- for lack of a better word- dickish.

Everyone else on the team hated it.

Neither one of us seemed to care.

Well, at least I didn't think either one of us cared.

I was sitting in my little office in the corner of the lab when Lance walked in.

"Oh God," I muttered.

"Okay," Lance said. "Rude."

I just rolled my eyes.

"Do you practice your annoyed faces," he asked. "Or is it really just an instinct?"

"Screw you," I replied.

He walked over and sat in the chair on the other side of my desk. I raised an eyebrow at him. He grinned at me, relaxing into the seat. I put down my pen and the file, leaning back in my own chair.

"What do you want, Sweets," I asked.

"A conversation."

"Well, no shit."

"A genuine conversation," he corrected. "I want to have a real conversation without the insults and arguing. I want you to be completely real and honest with me."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Go on."

Lance looked at me for a moment before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "Do you hate me?"

"No."

"Have you ever hated me?"

"Meh, not really," I said. "Hate's a strong word."

"Disliked me?"

"Disliked your behavior," I corrected.

"But me as a person?"

"You can be a good person," I replied. "I know that. I've seen you do your job."

He nodded. There was a pause between us.

"I don't hate you either," he said after a moment. "Just saying."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "I... I was kinda convinced you did."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I know that I tend to be cold and a little harsh, but you didn't seem to be that way. When you showed up and so quickly started with the jokes about my 'shell', it was hard to ever let it crumble, y'know?"

He seemed caught off-guard, "I... I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I tried to shrug it off, blinking away a few extra tears. "I was a dick to you too. Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's okay," he nodded.

There was another pause between us.

"Can we both agree to move forward with no hard feelings," he asked. "I won't make jokes about you and you won't make jokes about me?"

"Deal."

Lance grinned at me before standing up and going to leave. He stopped at the door and looked back at me.

"Wanna go for drinks tonight," he asked.

"Building trust, are we," I replied with a grin.

"Something like that," he nodded.

I looked down for a moment, feeling my face warm up, "I'd like that."

He let out a breath before turning around and actually leaving the room. I chuckled to myself.

After that day, nothing was quite the same again.

The team obviously noticed that we were treating each other well. We both seemed to easily shift from hating each other to caring for each other in a matter of weeks.

I had never expected it, but I really liked it.

I loved it. I loved him.

That was my first thought when I woke up one morning. Lance had stayed over for the night. He was already awake when I opened my eyes. I grinned at him. My heart sped up a little bit as he smiled back at me.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," he replied, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

"Lance," I mumbled after a moment of silence.

"Yeah," he asked.

I took a deep breath, "I... I love you."

There was a long pause. Too long of a pause. We sat there in silence for what felt like ages. His eyes were wide in shock. I felt my stomach churn as I got more and more nervous.

"Lance," I pushed.

"I've... um... I've gotta go," he said before pulling himself out of bed.

"What?"

"I just... I need to go," he slid on his shoes, forgetting that he was still in his pajamas. I sat in bed, watching him move. He stopped at the bedroom door. "I... I'm sorry."

I sat in bed in complete shock. When I heard the front door shut, my heart dropped. He was gone. I told him that I loved him and he left.

I should've known better.

I was a fun game for him. A way for us to just poke at each other. He didn't care for me beyond that. I should've known better than to get so attached to him. That was my mistake.

After that morning, he avoided me completely if we weren't around the rest of the group. He wouldn't talk to me one-on-one or join the group outside of work. He didn't want to confront what had happened.

And that sucked because I did.

It had been a few weeks since he started avoiding me. That's when I spotted him about to walk out of the lab on his own. I decided that I had enough of this constant avoidance.

"Lance!"

He turned around as soon as he saw me. I was about to follow him, but he didn't get very far, walking face-first into a pillar. He stepped back, holding his nose.

"Lance," I called again, now jogging over because I was worried about him. I reached up and guided his hand away from his face. There was a bit of blood coming out. "Oh God."

I grabbed his wrist and started dragging him with me.

"Brennan, can I use your office?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," she said as I walked over.

After getting him to sit on the couch, I handed Lance a tissue, gently guiding him forward.

"Don't tilt your head back," I instructed. "Doesn't actually work."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

I nodded.

Once the bleeding stopped (there really wasn't a lot), I got the wet wipes that Angela had given and cleaned up what was left on his face.

"You don't have to do this," he said.

"Yes, I do," I replied. There was a pause before I threw the wipe away. "Are you going to talk about what happened?"

"I hit a pillar-"

"Lance."

He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Just... what happened," I asked. I felt tears starting to fill my eyes. "I... I said that I loved you. I was vulnerable just like you had begged me to be. And the moment I was, you left."

He looked down again. I bit my lip, silently begging him to tell me what happened. To assure me that it wasn't my fault. That I wasn't the reason he ran away. I just needed something.

"I got scared," he muttered. "And I know that sounds stupid, but it's the truth. When you said you loved me, it felt like everything was suddenly too real. I just felt like I needed to run."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked back over at me. I grinned at him a little bit. He grinned back, moving to fully intertwine our fingers.

"I still want to be with you," he said. "I know I messed up. Very badly, in fact. But I'd like to be with you... if you'd like that."

I leaned over slowly and pecked his lips.

"I don't want you to run again," I muttered. "Not just because you're scared. Please don't do that again."

"I won't," he replied. "I promise."

Lance leaned over and pressed his lips to mine again. I grinned into the kiss as I slowly kissed him back. He moved back first.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled fully, "I love you too."

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[bluejay-in-write]

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Send 👀 and I'll tell you some OC Lore

Tyyy for the ask!! ^^ SO idk if you were interested in hearing about Himari which is the other half of the chaotic duo that is Himari and Ryuu from my Atla story Winds of Change but since there was nothing else but eyes I thought I would shake things up from the last ask where I mentioned her and talk about one of my favorite Ocs (hell they're all my favorites) Monte who is from my Leverage (Redemption) story Leverage Legacy!

Okay so I love love love Monte's backstory so much!!! Honestly I love what I did with all my Ocs/psuedo Ocs in that fic because Leverage Legacy is mainly about (theme wise) how one person's action can change another person's life and through them can change even more lives because we're all connected. And more specifically it's about how both Leverage teams (og and redemption) went on to affect the world in a bigger way then they themselves will ever realize. (Insert obligatory read me cause imma take ya'll on a ride)

Now Monte is on of my two full Ocs that is apart of next gen leverage group. The other is Victoria who prefers to go by Vi. There is also three psuedo Ocs who I call that because two of them only had one episode each in Leverage Redemption and who's personalities while extrapolated from those two episodes go way beyond and way more in depth than what is shown in those episodes.

So while you guys who have watched Redemption know them as Becky (Harry's Daughter) and Maurice (Client from the Librarian episode) they will be called Bex and Reece in my story because let's be honest who doesn't want a cool nickname when they become a thief and they just deserve better :') (not changing their real names ofc)

There's also Breanna who we all know and love but due to some events after the "end" of Leverage Redemption she will also be extremely different as well for understandable reasons while still keeping the things that make her her ofc. Everyone will also be aged up a decent amount like they will be early to mid thirties which will also create even more changes. Anyways onto the actual character lore!

You will eventually see that all of the next gen leverage gang has a connection to one of the og or redemption gang and Monte's is Sophie. Now we never get to know too much about Sophie's past although it is more touched on in Redemption than Leverage proper and I have my own ideas I've come up with dunno if I'll ever write them out tho because I kind of like her being such a mystery.

Regardless of this though there is a blank point in Sophie's timeline that I would love to touch on and this is during the second season where Sophie takes time away to discover herself and that's where Monte comes in! At this point in time Monte is around nine years old and up until now has grown up on the streets of London learning how to steal and dumpster dive for his food.

He had learned quickly how be quiet and nimble sneaking only what he needed from people's pockets so he wouldn't starve. He picked the wrong target though this cold winters night because Sophie Deveroux had become quite close to the best thief there ever was and no one less than Parker would manage to pick pocket her anymore.

But when she saw it was a young boy Sophie was reminded of someone else long ago and knew that she wouldn't be able to leave this boy out in the cold. So carefully as if with a wild animal she taught him how to trust her eventually feeding him and taking him home to one of her safe houses. It took time but finally she was able to clean him and clothe him taking care of him in a way that it looked like he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Each day he watched her silent expecting her to throw him back on the street. But instead she taught him sign language so they could better communicate. And when he picked that up as quickly as he had picked up stealing she taught him about her favorite heists, took him to her favorite museums holding his hand through how to case a building, and then around her favorite parts of London introducing beauty in his world that up until this point had only consisted of alley ways and dirty sidewalks.

Eventually Sophie realized that her time in what became a home away from how had come to an end and that day he had feared so much finally arrived. But she did not throw him back on the street like he had been preparing for. Instead she gave Monte to a Thieves guild that had owed her a favor making them promise to her that they would treat him right our else she would be back to make them regret doing otherwise.

Of course she had also kept in touch through video calls and letters and always kept an eye out for the day when the newspapers reported that Parker worlds greatest thief had finally gained some competition.

(So like last time this was probably way more than some lore but oh well I've been wanting to gush about Monte for a long time haha. But if anyone is interested I'm always up for doing another post about him and how he got the name Monte because actually when she first asked his name he hadn't had one to tell her. But anyways hope you enjoyed reading if you got to this point!)

#fic: leverage legacy #oc: monte #answered #asirensrage

[jupitersdescendant]

welcome back guys! it’s been a while but i’m finally back with another reading. today i’ve got a love pac for you, enjoy!!

today’s topic: the dynamic of you and your partner

this pac can be read for your future partner as well as for your current partner for those that are already in a relationship. here’s how it works: close your eyes and meditate on the topic a while. if you’re ready, open your eyes and choose the pile you feel the most drawn to. it’s possible that you’ll be drawn to more than one pile. please remember that this is a general reading so only take what resonates. this is for entertainment purposes only. lastly, tarot is only a guide and at the end its you who has the power over your own life.

Pile 1

cards: emperor (rx), nine of wands, king of wands, sun (rx), ten of wands, four of wands (rx). back of the deck: five of pentacles (rx).

Hello Pile 1,

for starters i’m seeing that it’s very easy for the you two to let your guard down around one another. both of you often feel trapped or powerless in this world but when you’re with each other it’s the polar opposite. you’ve both faced a lot of hardships in life and this relationship won’t be the easiest as well tbh. i don’t mean to scare you or anything because you'll simply face these challenges to grow more and more and it seems like the reward will be immense. you feel very at home with one another and could seriously contemplate starting a family -wether that’s with actual babies or fur ones- pretty early into the relationship. it looks like the partner who carries the more dominant masculine energy (for most of you that is likely your partner) has experienced some pretty bad things in regard to relationships and love. they’ll need some time to show their truest and deepest self because they need to make sure that they’re safe and that the interest shown in them is true. only then will they (or you) be able to show their brightest self. with so much fire showing i’m sure that the passion in this relationship is through the damn roof and i feel like you tigger that fiery side in each other even when you’re normally not necessarily like that. the two of you probably can’t keep your hands of each other. others will definitely notice you’re a thing in an instant. one of you might like to rile the other up. you’re intuitively connected to one another and instantly know what your partner needs if one of you is feeling down for example. no words needed. this relationship is definitely some kind of lesson for you and will transform the both of you a lot. this union is fated for sure. you may dream of them before you meet them. i’m pretty sure that this isn’t the first time that your souls meet. it seems this is a past life connection and it’s very much up to you guys how it plays out this time. the outcome of this relationship will be different for each of you since you’re dealing with a lot of karmic energy which is never easy. just try to stay true and honest to yourself as well as your partner. oh and not sure what that’s about but i keep hearing the lyrics: „it’s better when you’re with me but that’s better left unsaid.“

channelled messages from your partner:

- „you’re a natural beauty.”

- you’re royalty in their eyes and they may sometimes feel unworthy of you

- they look up to you a lot

- „i want to build a home with you where we both feel comfortable and safe.”

- financial security is important to them since they want to be able to provide you with everything

- „i have never loved anyone like this before.”

- „your presence grounds me.”

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 2

cards: justice, ten of wands, ace of wands, page of swords, queen of cups (rx), three of cups (rx). back of the deck: empress (rx).

Hi Pile 2,

this seems to be a very harmonious connection. you balance each other out and trust one another blindly as well. regardless of wether you’re already with this person or are currently single i’m sure that you’ll know this person for a while before you both enter a romantic relationship. i feel like there’s a very strong subconscious and also intuitive connection between you guys that you’re probably not even aware of. it’s possible that you’re constantly connecting in higher dimensions than this one. you aren’t afraid to show each other your darker side. i’m hearing that clear communication might be a bit more challenging before you’ve built a closer connection with them. you push each other to be the best version of themselves and love to see the other flourish. you light a spark in one another that could never be distinguished. you’re very adventurous and fell like everything’s just a little more exciting when you’re together. it looks like one or maybe both of you could be one the wealthier side so you guys might like to do and try things that are a bit more expensive. communicating and connecting are important parts of your relationship. you just love to share your thoughts with each other and do so in a very passionate way. you like to tease each other and could engage in some heady debates from now and then that often end in things getting spicier if you catch my drift :D. you won’t be afraid to talk openly about your baggage and fears and tend to share everything with each other. you help the other keep a clear mind when things aren’t going too well but also try to keep them emotionally comforted at the same time. it looks like there was/will be a time where you feel hopeless about this connection and don’t know what you’re feeling and especially not what the other one is thinking and feeling but i’m pretty sure that this occurs before you come into union. there’s a big stronger-when-we’re-together-vibe going on here. you could share the same group of friends or have similar friends but either way you play a big role in your friends circle/community and really shine as a couple. this relationship definitely helps you both be more in tune with your feminine sides. you’re very nurturing and sensual with one another and are both so very grateful for each other and this relationship.

channelled messages from your partner:

-„nothing feels as magical as the way you make me feel.“

-„i never want to lose you.“

-red roses seem to be of some kind of significance

-„i'd do anything for you.“

-„i love the way you challenge me and the fact that we’re equals.“

-„you make all of my pain go away so let me take yours as well.“

-„you turned my world upside down.“

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 3

cards: knight of cups, justice, the lovers, knight of wands, queen of pentacles, the emperor. back of the deck: two of swords (rx).

Hello Pile 3,

i gotta say your cards left me speechless for a moment there lol. this relationship is definitely meant to happen and will leave a huge impact on you and how you view love. one or for some maybe even both of you could’ve dealt with abandonment issues that resulted due to some bad experience in their/your childhood. i’m seeing that a lot of growth has happened and that when you guys come together (if you’re not already) then you’ll both be in a place where you feel ready to seriously commit to another person. you take a lot of comfort in each other and there is a strong sense of belonging between you two. this person feels like home. when either of you is anxious or distressed the other will be able to calm them down and will always try to help in the best way they can. for some of you there’s a separation period but that'll probably happen before you start to go out. there’s a feeling of fulfilment when the other is by your side. you’re just more joyous in each other’s company. you help each other a lot to be courageous and to take action despite your doubts and fears. you motivate each other. you guys love one another soo deeply and it’s impossible not to notice that. you complete and compliment each other very much and i feel like there’s some divine counterpart energy here for sure. there is encouragement from both sides to follow one’s dreams and to know that no matter what happens the other will always be by your side. there’s a deep attraction between you two and especially so in an emotional sense. (gotta note that for those of you who felt very drawn to pile 2 you can go and check that out too.) you two mirror each other in many ways and adore the others differences. your definitely a power couple and find a lot of strength in one another. you’re also very soft spoken when together. you love to tell your partner how much they mean to you and the same goes for them. some couples in this pile could work in the same field and be really successful as well. this relationship will transform you two a lot and it looks like you’d never want to loose your partner. spirit says to please just look out for codependency issue because we wouldn’t want that ;)

channelled messages from your partner:

-„you make me stronger.“

-with you, they feel like they finally belong somewhere

-„i’m sorry that it took me so long to communicate my feelings clearly.“ (this reminds me of the separation period i mentioned before)

-„i love our little inside jokes.“

-„i want to share everything with you and hope you’ll do the same.“

-„i’m your shoulder to lean on.“

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 4

cards: six of swords (rx), ace of cups, eight of wands, seven of pentacles, magician (rx), ace of wands. back of the deck: empress.

Hi there Pile 4,

from what i’m seeing it looks like one of you could be dealing with heavy anxiety often since this is a reoccurring energy. it could also be that both of you are experiencing this though one partner struggles with it a lot more and they’re often doubting themselves and feel hopeless. this union will really help the both of you to deal with your anxieties in a healthier way. you help each other step into one’s own power and help the other to start to really believe in themselves. your feelings for one another run deep and i feel like you’ve had your eyes on each other since the day met or will meet. you guys are very perceptive to the others well-being. you’re naturally in tune with each other and view your partner as your whole world. you two definitely share a psychic connection. this person could be a soulmate of yours. i feel like most of you aren’t with this person yet and coming into union could take a while but spirit really wants you to be patient. there could arise conflict between the two of if you’re not your most authentic self and that goes for both of you. you need to be true and honest to yourself and your partner at all times or this relationship will blow up in your face. divine timing is at play here and patience is key baby. you’ll encourage each other to be more hardworking and to go after what you want. if one of you is having a bad day or is just not feeling like themselves then the only thing that can cheer them up is their partner. you can help one another leave the negativity behind and to find their way back to themselves. just being in the others presence will bring you immense comfort. you guys are a little cheesy lol. you two are a vital source of energy for one another and also inspire each other’s creativity. it looks like this relationship will also lead you to face your demons but at some point you’ll do so with your partner by your side. this might sound weird but i need to say it sooo for those of you who are/will be a heterosexual couple and interested in intercourse please make sure to wear protection since it could be easy for the two of you to conceive a child together…. anyways, this union will leave you feeling abundant and grounded and you’ll both have grown and a lot through this relationship.

channelled messages from your partner:

-„i’m finally not alone anymore 'cause i got you.“

-„i’m in awe of your strength.“

-your union makes them feel like justice was finally served.

-„you’re even more amazing than everything i’ve been dreaming of.“

-„you’re my light at the end of the tunnel.“

-can’t believe this is coming through again but please look out for unplanned pregnancies lmao at least if you don’t want kids yet though i feel like they still think about starting a family with you

let me know it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

🔮 thanks a lot for reading 🔮

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[tunabesimpin]

Hello! I'm not sure if oc interactions are open at the moment, so feel free to answer this whenever they are 🧍‍♀️

May I ask for Tuna's opinion on Yuuta and Victoria? (Yuuta is sort of my Yuusona, whereas Vic is.... Just my favorite oc 😭)

Of course! Hope you don't mind just writing for now! ^o^ I love how you wrote your profiles for them, and the style for them too! It gives off that same vibe as the twst count down art!

Yuuta-

How they meet! Likely Tuna saw them while Yuuta was in the Botanical Gardens. As a part of the mountian lovers club, Tuna sometimes has to help Jade replant some specimens and thusly had seen Yuuta! Though since Yuuta seemed surround by an air of "do not disturb", Tuna dubbed it safer to watch from a distance. It's not until chapter 3 takes place that the two will actually interact! Since Tuna works in monstro lounge and tends to eaves drop on Azuls dealings, they probably overheard the task Yuuta has to do. Tuna catches Yuuta on the way out giving a snarky remark "Hopefully nothing FISHY happens on you're little adventure~" To be honest Tuna just wanted make a pun, but their sarcastic tone doesn't help build any bridges... it's up to Yuuta to decide if he'll let that slide or not!

How they interact/ Get along! Tuna's probably scared of Yuuta to a degree. Hearing bro has gun skills and knife skills is both impressive and frightening. On top of that hearing of his feats in the little time he's been brought here, Tuna will try not to get under their skin too much from here on out. Tuna likes to prank, but they know not to stick their hand in a bee hive. If Yuuta ends up making friend with Tuna, it's likely a calm friendship. Yuuta can come get snacks while Tuna is on duty and Tuna will go watch Yuuta do knife tricks. Unless Yuuta wants to talk, its going to be whats it called.. !!! Parallel play LMAO- im sorry thats the only term i could think of. -This could become a similar relationship to how Tuna interacts with Jade (sarcastic banter and friendly bickering) if trust is built enough -Zodiac wise (im speaking purely from my own experience w a true bestie) : Scorpio + Virgo friendships STAY ON TOP!!!!! LITERALLY THE SASS AND ATTITUDE IS SO FUN- Like instant besties imo (dont take this too seriously i just like the zodiacs)

Victoria-

How they meet! So if you don't know, Tuna and Rook are besties. Besties who fuel each others eccentric personalities... If she had a headache with one, she will have two headaches with both. One day while the two fools were heading along to Rooks dorm for a hangout, Victoria happened to be passing along. Looking as stunning as always, Rook released plenty of praise to which Tuna also joined in "You have wonderful style! Truly as Rook says 100 points!" From then Tuna will likely start noticing Victoria around more often and may give a wave hello. If Tuna so happens to hear Victoria's claim of seeing and hearing all, Tuna will invite her to join them and Rook during their daily... uh... rounds of the campus (they watch the other students;;; =v=). I MEAN WHAT BETTER BONDING THEN OVER A SIMILAR ACTIVITY! ^o^ is what Tuna is thinking at least. -Note Tunas UM allows for a stealth buff so when they invite Victoria for these rounds, it is quite literally they are all hidden w Tunas UM, Rook analyzes and Victoria can choose what she'd like to do as they go along campus being terrors. They mostly eavesdrop on classroom/ hallway gossip.

How they interact/ get along! Tuna personally just admires Victoria's beauty a lot, they aren't scared of her so much as they worry about making her upset. Depending on how Victoria responds to Tuna's odd way of friendship, there's two outcomes. 1) She dislikes Tuna -> Tuna feels the vibe is off and simply just waves in passing by and nothing more. 2) She doesn't mind Tuna -> Tuna sees this as an opportunity of friendship and further tries to encourage hangouts and fashion nights in which Tuna attempts not to dress like a rodeo clown for once. Overall I can see them being sort of similar to Vil & Epel oddly enough. Victoria being a sort of 'mother bird' picking and teaching Tuna, 'that ball of feathers yet to molt'. Slight bickering but by the end of things its not hatred at least.

Thank you for sending me your ocs!!! I hope i didn't make them too OOC or anything!!! Overall Tuna is a goofball at heart so interpret as you will~!

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[silvysartfulness]

Only cuz you invited questions about your fics but I think about your Deep Blue Sea fic a lot and it maybe haunts my dreams because i love it so much but i wanted to know if you had any ideas about how xue yang makes it up to xiao xingchen and song lan to regain their trust and reach that frankly adorable epilogue. specifically song lan because the betrayal there was just so much deeper and i love xue yang having to work hard for song lan's forgiveness(for as much as 'forgiveness' is even possible) and trust.

Ahh, that makes me so happy to hear! I’m deeply fond of that fic, so I’m delighted that it’s getting some love! 😍

Their getting back together is less about making up for things or repentance, and more about trying again while being honest with each other and trying to understand each other. Recognizing how much of what Xue Yang did and the things they have in common was real, and building upon that.

It’s all very fragile at first, both Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan understandably quite wary to trust Xue Yang at all – it’s one thing to have had your little non-profit infiltrated by industrial espionage, but this is a dangerous killer sent to literally destroy everything you’ve worked for. And Xue Yang equally wary to trust that they’ll actually give him this second chance, that it isn’t just a trap or that he’ll be tossed aside the moment he’s no longer useful.

But first things first they have a dolphin to save, so they all roll their sleeves up and get to work.

Xue Yang and Babydoll move into the Yicheng Group garage at first, rummaging all Shuanghua’s equipment aside enough to fit her pool and a cot in there so Xue Yang can spend all his time with his dolphin as she gets used to all the sudden changes while they’re negotiating more permanent solutions with Jin Guangyao. I’m sure Wei Wuxian helps keep tabs on Xue Yang’s digital trail, too, just to make sure he’s not up to no good.

It’s… pretty miserable at first, with all the other volunteers avoiding Xue Yang like the plague with the possible exception for a-Qing who is all too happy to chew him out whenever they bump into each other outside.

More than once Xue Yang considers just walking away (and probably acts on the impulse a couple of times, though somehow he always ends up coming back.)

More than once, Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen question their judgment in giving things a second chance in the first place.

But they’ve talked it through over and over. What Xue Yang did to the Chang and to Baixue were horrific things – but he was just a teenager at the time, barely more than a child, let down by the systems the Yicheng Group themselves fight so hard to change. They’ve had rehabilitating criminals and ex-cons among their volunteers before – it would feel hypocritical not to extend the same compassion and opportunity to start over to Xue Yang, provided he puts in the work to prove that he’s willing to change.

The therapy helps a lot, too.

Both individually and in their various constellations. It’s like pulling teeth, especially for Xue Yang who hates showing vulnerability and often doesn’t analyze or even understand his own emotions in the first place. But the end goal is worth it. They persevere.

Bit by bit, they heal. They learn to trust again. To love again – or rather, to accept and finally embrace the love that never really went away.

By the time they’re given the chance to move their operations to the Jinlintai islands, there’s so much work to do, they can put aside a lot of the remaining hurt and uncertainty and just get busy. Both Xue Yang and Song Lan do better when they can express themselves through hard work than words, anyway. Building the research center together is a metaphor for them rebuilding their relationship so blatant even Xue Yang can’t miss it!

So they build, and they grow and they put in the work.

Babydoll is an excellent character witness, proof that Xue Yang is capable of taking good care of those he loves when given the chance! And I’m sure Daoren showing up helped a lot, too, letting Xue Yang practice and show off his caring side even more, raising the little orphaned baby dolphin.

At the time of the epilogue, they’re still working on all these things – the trust (going all three ways! If you want to be trusted, you have to trust others in return, even with your weaknesses and flaws! You have to talk about the difficult things!) and patience and compromises and moving on beyond past hurt. They’re still in regular therapy, learning better ways to cope with past trauma and handling rough situations. They still hurt each other from time to time, though they’re getting better at not lashing out, and at apologizing and moving on when it does happen.

It’s a work in progress – but they are making progress.

And the love is still there. Held together with duct tape and bandaids at times, but the love is still there.

Together, they’re building something extraordinary.

And they’re happy. ♥

#asksilvy #thank you so much for asking! #it really made my day! #😍 #between the devil and the deep blue sea