#that grudging respect™

[mediocre-daydreams]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞?

james potter x reader

summary: when lily berates james for bullying snape by the black lake, you call her out on her hypocrisy, forcing james to confront how he feels about both of you.

w/c: 5.3k

notes: friends to lovers, mutual pining and mutual idiocy, angst with a happy ending bc im such a sap for it, canon-level "violence," lily's kinda villainized here but lowkey i think there's some truth to it, uhhh swearing. overly detailed retelling of the actual OotP scene bc i pulled out my book for this

(also i realized after i finished writing that this has "you belong with me" energy)

you’d just finished one of your o.w.l.s, and to celebrate, you, sirius, and peter were deep into an intense shit-talking session that remus pretended not to be listening in from where he sat hunched over a book. james was fluffing his hair in case he ran into lily.

“it’s a bit creepy, really,” peter whispered, throwing a genuinely concerned look at james over his shoulder. 

“the fact that he’s been practically brainwashed or the fact that he’s literally stalking her every move?” sirius shook his head in disbelief.

“the first one,” you jeered. “both. i don’t know, and i don’t care. all i know is that lily’s incorrigible and that james is out of his mind. even if she liked him back, which she doesn’t, james shouldn’t be with someone like her anyway.”

sirius raised his eyebrows at you, but peter was the one to voice what the two boys were thinking. “how much of this is you caring about prongs’ wellbeing and how much of this is you hating lily evans because you’re clearly in love with him?”

you scoffed, leaning in so you could hiss loudly at peter without being overheard. “first of all, i am not in love with james. he’s an important friend of mine; am i not allowed to care about him? secondly, i don’t hate lily evans. i just think everyone gives her too much credit. nobody holds her accountable for anything because she’s so perfect and pretty and polite and it makes me so frustrated-”

james wrapped his arms around your neck and placed his chin on the crown of your head. “what are we gossiping about over here, ladies?”

you shrugged him off your shoulders, flustered at how close he’d been to hearing your conversation. sirius gave you The Look™ and you rolled your eyes.

“what’s got you all worked up, huh?” james crouched by your chair, respecting your desire not to be touched but still wanting to be close to you. “is it snivellus again? merlin, that wanker has something against you, i swear.” james paused thoughtfully. “well, s’ppose it’s cos you hang out with us. he hates all of us.”

“nah, i think he’s got a separate qualm about me,” you muttered bitterly, knowing full well that he’d still harbored a distaste for you ever since you and lily had butted heads in third year. this was the second year he’d maintained the grudge.

“he doesn’t matter anyways,” peter reassured you, patting your knee gently. you looked up at him and smiled. peter was a sweet boy. you’d always appreciated his willingness to listen to you.

“right lads, i think it’s time to head out then.” james pushed himself upright with his hands on his thighs, brushing invisible dust off his jumper. he looked at you, voice softening. “y’coming?”

you bit back a smile, taking his extended hand and trying to ignore the butterflies that felt more like pangs and less like flutters these days. as much as you’d tried, you couldn’t push away those pesky feelings for your best friend. it was worse knowing that he was hopelessly in love with another girl.

sirius pulled remus from his cushy armchair, and the two of them murmured quietly to each other before sirius pointed at you and james’ intertwined hands and remus waggled his eyebrows suggestively. you caught them staring and flipped them off.

“woah, what was that for?” james chuckled, pulling you closer to his chest as you stepped out the portrait frame. you shivered at the momentary press of your body against his.

“pads and moony. they’re being stupid,” you explained vaguely. how were you supposed to tell james that they were mocking you for your unrequited affections?

it was sunny and cloudless out, with a ticklish breeze that would pass through every once in a while and send goosebumps up your arms. when you passed the courtyard on your way out the castle, you couldn’t help but tear yourself out of james’ arms and grab a handful of leaves to attack him with. he didn’t bother gathering a leaf pile of his own; rather, tackled you into the grass and ran his fingers up and down your torso until you conceded in painful bouts of laughter.

sirius and james had run ahead, with peter just a couple steps behind, as the five of you approached the black lake. you and remus were walking leisurely, enjoying the silence that was rare when being amongst the mauaruders. 

“so, you and james?” remus broke the silence with an oddly formal question.

you choked. “me and- you and sirius?” you fired back, desperately trying to avoid talking about how you’d perpetually be friend zoned by james potter and then have to watch as he swept away the love of his life and your semi-nemesis, lily evans.

“touché.”

leaves crunched under your feet as you and remus caught up to your three friends, who were entertaining themselves with leaves and sitting in the roots of a sturdy beech tree. to anyone else, it might’ve looked childish, but you found it endearing.

james had found a seat between two large roots and was sitting comfortably with his back against the trunk. you slid down beside him until your knees bumped. it was mindless moments of intimacy like this one, where you’d touch each other like it meant nothing, that made you get your hopes up. you cursed yourself for caving into james’ magnetic presence.

“so, how d’you reckon your exam went?” james sighed, letting himself slump against the tree carelessly. 

“oh godric, why would you bring that up?” you groaned, taking the opportunity to place your cheek on the top of james’ mop of curls, as he was so slouched that his head was below your chin.

james chuckled. “i jus’ know you’re smart, figured it would’ve gone easier for you than me.”

you poked his arm teasingly. “you’re ridiculous. james potter, admitting that somebody was better than him?”

“oi, i never said you were better than me, you’re just smart, that’s all.” he pushed himself up to shove his face closer to yours confrontationally. 

“did you like question ten, moony?” sirius snickered as he juggled an apple that he’d managed to sneak out without anybody knowing.

“oh, i loved it. give five signs that identify a werewolf,” he pitched his voice up in a poor imitation.

“d’you think you managed to get all the signs?” james asked, feigning concern. from beside him, you laughed quietly. a small smile flickered on james’ face at the sound of your happiness, and his fingers crawled over to your hand until his palm was covering the back of yours.

remus snorted. “think so. one: he’s sitting in my chair. two: he’s wearing my clothes. three: his name rhymes with lemus rupin…”

james and sirius laughed loudly, whereas you and lupin exchanged knowing smiles and peter didn’t show amusement whatsoever.

much like sirius, james had managed to sneak something out of the castle too. only, it wasn’t an apple, it was a snitch.

“hey, where’d you get that?” you watched james in wonder as he fiddled with the snitch like a simple toy, letting it fly a foot or so away and then snatching it back with ease. your eyes trailed over his long fingers, his knuckles that had pinkened from the chill, and the veins that ran up his forearm so tauntingly…

“nicked it,” he said offhandedly, pretending he wasn’t reveling in the attention you gave him. he’d steal a hundred more stitches and take all the detentions if it meant you’d look at him like that—with reverence, not the platonic indifference you gave all your mates.

remus, unbothered with his nose back in his book, was resting his head very close to sirius’ lap. sirius shook his head, amused by his best friend’s antics. “put that away, would’ja?”

james sighed dramatically, but pocketed the snitch. he turned and dipped his head down to get a good look at you, eyes flickering between your own curiously. your heart pounded.

“hey, prongs! look who it is.” sirius wore a no good smirk on his face.

“snivellus…” james sneered. you thought that maybe he’d drop your hand and saunter over, excited as always to make a show of their rivalry, but instead, he intertwined your fingers between his and squeezed your hand twice.

“you alright, snivellus?” james shouted. you looked at peter; the two of you knew exactly where this was going and didn’t care much for it.

snape was quick to dig through his robes for his wand, but james was faster, having already withdrawn his own. “expelliarmus!”

you squeezed james’ hand in return, a warning to not push things too far this time. everybody was exhausted from exams. you (and remus) were in no mood to de-escalate a hoard of bickering teenage boys.

“impedimenta!” james commanded, much to sirius and a growing crowd of students’ delight. you continued to hold his hand but turned your head from his to engage in a silent conversation with peter.

“how was the exam, snivelly?” james yelled.

“i was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment,” sirius said viciously. “there’ll be grease marks all over it, they won’t be able to read a word.”

you pinched your lips together to hold back a small smile. you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t somewhat enjoy watching snape be put in his place.

“what was it you were saying earlier?” james made a big show of tapping his chin like he was pondering something great. “ah, i remember! that you’d score higher than our lovely girl here? pretty bird’s quite clever, y’know.”

at james’ words, you remembered what snape had said to you a few hours before the exam. you muggle, he’d spat at you like it was the worst insult he could muster up. always in my shadow, always a couple marks behind me. i don’t know why you bother showing up to exams, much less class. you’re hardly a witch. you’re hardly worth something.

you’d tried not to let it throw you off. you and snape had always been academic rivals, his distaste for you heightened by your blood status, and the animosity between the two of you had only grown once you’d found yourself on lily’s bad side. but you hadn’t been expecting something so hostile from him; at least, not before your o.w.l.s. you’d gone and told james immediately, who comforted you.

you fumed, poking your head from behind james’ body. “it’s quite cowardly, you know, that your biggest worry is being outscored by a muggle-born girl. i can’t tell which is more pathetic, the fact that you’re so freakishly obsessed with my parents or that you’re a misogynistic pig.”

the crowd that’d gathered around your friends and snape’s struggling figure chortled, and you perked up, your ego stoked.

snape glared at you with such hostility that your face pinched in a combination of confusion and disgust. he blindly felt for his wand as he sprung curses and threats upon the five of you.

james sighed theatrically. “didn’t mummy teach you manners? wash out your mouth,” he said coldly. “scourgify!”

thick, pink bubbles of soap spilled from snape’s mouth, collecting up his nostrils until he couldn’t breathe and began to choke…

“leave him ALONE!” lily appeared by snape’s side in an instant, crouching by his body.

“gd’afternoon, evans.” james’ voice darkened in richness, suddenly suave instead of piercing.

“leave him alone,” lily glared. “what’s he ever done to you?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but james held you back with a strong arm. “well, it’s more the fact that he exists, if y’know what i mean.”

“you think you’re so funny, don’t you? but all you are is an arrogant, bullying toerag. leave him alone, or i swear…”

“i’ll leave him alone if you go out with me, evans. go out with me, and i won’t lay a wand on old snivelly again.” james’ voice softened to the tone he only reserved for you, and though it was your hand he was holding, and your body he was leaning into, your heart began tearing itself into dejected, limp strings.

“i wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” lily retorted.

you were right there. you were literally right there, hopelessly in love with your best friend, who was pining after a girl who didn’t love him—or, maybe she did—when you were right there.

you were torn from your thoughts as james yelped in pain, looking down at his robes to find specks of blood splattered across his shirt. you gasped, scrambling upright to examine the cut on his cheek.

james was already pointing his wand at snape in retaliation. with a flash of light, snape was dangling by his ankle midair, his robes falling down to hang by his face as his pale legs and graying underwear were exposed. 

lily snapped. “PUT HIM DOWN!”

the crowd that had formed did not share lily’s outrage. with another flick of his wand, james released snape from his dangling position and left him petrified on the grass. “petrificus totalus!”

lily, realizing james would never let up at this rate, came storming over to the five of you. you jumped to your feet, eyes blazing with the same fury.

“you leave him alone,” she hissed spitefully.

your nose wrinkled in distaste. “and what do you want, evans? why is it that you’re always running to save your pitiful excuse of a boyfriend? he’s a fucking blood supremacist, you oblivious idiot. y’know, you are who you associate with. you wouldn’t be the first muggle born to take you-know-who’s ideology.”

lily seethed, james’ presence long gone as she turned her attention towards you. “what are you saying? are you saying i’d associate with the likes of death eaters? do you really think i’m that stupid, that i’d turn against my own identity? if anything, you’re the daft one.”

“you know what? you and snivellus can go fuck off-”

lily raised her wand menacingly, not touching it to your body but holding it at an angle pointing towards you, close enough that she could easily poke you with it at any moment. “you’re just as bad as james, y’know? a slimy, sorry excuse for a witch, picking on people to make you less ins-”

james jumped to his feet, pushing the both of you apart with a hand on each of your shoulders. sirius was on his feet as well, arms crossed and ready to intervene. the gaggle of onlookers was murmuring amongst themselves. the students of hogwarts were used to james and snape’s fights and james and lily’s arguments, but never had they witnessed the two of you throwing such scathing words at each other.

james had to admit, you did have a point.

“you’re such a hypocrite, evans,” you sneered. “you’ll look the other way while snape and his death eater buddies prey on first-year muggle borns, but explode at james and the rest of us for harmless pranks. it’s only a matter of time until snape targets you next, and i bet you’ll be all upset then, won’t you? because nobody else’s suffering matters until it affects sad, sensitive, spoiled lily evans.” you all but spat at her feet, hurling cruelties at the girl remorselessly.

“i’m a better person than you’ll ever be. severus has never done anything to you, and he’s my friend, and you need to lay off him. excuse me if i care about my friends; sorry i just want to help-”\

“i don’t need help from filthy mudbloods like her!”

you and lily froze at snape’s defiling slur. lily didn’t turn to look at snape, nor did she move, but you could see the way that she’d stopped blinking and the moisture that began to collect at the corner of her eyes. you disliked, maybe hated, lily evans, but you hated snape more.

“evans, i’m sorry, i-”

she cut you off with a haughty upturn of her chin. “i don’t want your apologies.” she turned on her heel and made towards the castle.

it was only then that james dropped your hand to chase after the redhead, his hands outstretched in the same way he’d been toying with the snitch earlier, and you stared at remus, sirius, and peter with your mouth parted in post-adrenaline shock.

you collapsed to the ground, rubbing your forehead with your hand, dizzy from the intensity of the unexpected confrontation. sirius came around to take you in his arms, pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back in firm circles. the pressure calmed you.

he cooed into your ear, whispering reassurances and sweet things until you finally relaxed in his arms, letting a few quiet tears slip down your cheek. you buried your face further into your robes to hide them. if sirius felt anything, he didn’t acknowledge it.

once lily had made it up the castle stairs and threatened to hex james, the boy backed down and came jogging back to his friends. the crowd of students who’d been enthused onlookers just a few moments ago didn’t spare any of you a second glance, not caring about your wellbeing as much as they did their entertainment.

as he rounded the hill, he saw you tucked tightly against sirius’ body, whose lips were brushing over your ears in an almost loving manner. a non-platonic loving, that is. his stomach twisted. he wasn’t normally affected by lily’s rejections or snape’s dramatics, but the combined stress of the exam must’ve made him nauseous.

his eyes flickered between his friends, spread out in various locations around the beech tree. he silently asked them what had happened with a raise of his eyebrows, but peter only shrugged and lupin shook his head. when sirius caught on, he merely glared at james in the same way lily and snape had just a couple moments ago.

you didn’t even raise your head to acknowledge his presence; if anything, you burrowed yourself further into sirius’ embrace with a quiet sniffle. sirius pressed a comforting kiss to your forehead before beginning to rocking you back and forth placatingly.

james’ hands were clenched into fists. his knuckles, which had been red from the cold breeze, had turned white. his hands, which had been steady when he pointed his wand to snape, were now trembling.

“y’alright, prongs? looks like you’re gonna punch something,” remus asked, already knowing the answer.

“y-yeah. i’m fine. just, angry at snape. for… upsetting evans, that is.” lily evans could not care less about james. even as she mourned the betrayal and loss of her friend, she’d rather be alone than allow herself to be comforted by james. if he were being honest, it stung. it hurt quite a bit.

evans. you cursed. it’s always about evans. lily fucking evans. you had tried to like her, you really had. but sirius was right. you did hate her, and it wasn’t just because she was prissy and self-absorbed. it was also because you were madly in love with james, and always had been.

you tilted your head up, leaving the safety of sirius’ chest to meet his eye. your faces were close; his breath tickled your nose and you laughed breathlessly.

the look in your eyes told sirius everything he needed to know. you were in love with james potter. you were in love with james potter. it was freeing and excruciating to admit to yourself.

james cleared his throat awkwardly, and you untangled yourself from sirius, embarrassed at the unplanned moment of intimacy. both of you knew it was platonic; both of you were aware of the subject of the other person’s affection. james was an airhead. james knew none of that.

“s-so, you and sirius, huh?” he laughed shrilly, and remus looked at his oblivious friend disdainfully. even peter squinted his eyes at james in disbelief.

you stared at james, appalled, but were only able to keep a straight face for so long before catching sirius’ eyes and bursting into racocious, howling laughter.

“us? oh god, please, never-” you screeched.

“for the love of merlin- i’d rather hug my mother!” sirius cackled.

“pads is like, my annoying cousin at a family reunion.”

“nah, you’re like my bratty younger sister.”

you looked at sirius with faux offense. “younger? i’m obviously the more experienced, favorite oldest child.”

peter snorted when he saw james’ horrified-jealous face morph into a horrified-bewildered expression. james pulled his glasses from his face and wiped them haphazardly on the hem of his shirt before putting them back on, like it would help him understand more clearly. 

“what are you on, prongs? has evans finally gotten to you? have you actually turned into a brainless toerag?” sirius probed, eyes flashing not only to see what james’ reaction to lily’s showdown was, but also to gauge if he reciprocated your feelings.

“i’ve always been a bit brainless, haven’t i?” james muttered to himself as he sat on the grass in a dazed state. “i’ve got to get my eyes checked again. i’m fucking blind. oh my god, i’m such a fool,” he blabbed like he was reciting a mantra.

“you are definitely blind,” remus agreed.

“and we’ve all known you’re a fool,” sirius chimed.

you stayed silent, curling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around yourself like a protective bubble. you wished you knew how to apparate—not that it’d matter, because it wouldn’t have worked on hogwarts grounds anyway—so that you could escape whatever this was. you didn’t think you could handle another one of james’ pity parties, which he threw every time he fucked up in front of lily. lily, lily, lily.

you looked up at the leaves of the beech tree, which rustled back to you, almost like a voice saying, “you lonely sucker. your schoolgirl crush isn’t cute anymore, it’s just sad.” fuck the beech tree leaves, and fuck the breeze that was making them shake. making you shake.

a soft, wooly jumper fell atop your head, covering your eyes. you waved your hands around, trying to capture the culprit. pulling the thick knit from your head, you saw james standing sheepishly behind you with a thin tee shirt. he’d taken off his lovely blue jumper for you.

“thank you, jamie,” you croaked, voice betraying you of the emotions you were trying so desperately to hide. you chastised yourself for your poor acting.

“it’s no problem,” james said, crouching and bouncing on his haunces to reach your level, where he pulled you closer to his body with an arm around your shoulder.

“won’t you be cold?” you held your hand up to his cheek, which was beginning to turn pink. “you’re all rosy.”

james gulped. “uh, i’m not cold. i just… that’s just how my skin is, i guess. what’s it called, rosacea?”

in his peripheral, james saw remus muttering a big “yeah right,” to sirius.

“i’m being dumb.” james lifted your chin with two of his fingers pressed against the front of your jawline. “i haven’t even asked if you’re okay. i was the one who started it, but you were the one who got hurt. i’m sorry.”

you smiled sadly at james, knowing you could never be upset with him. he could be in love with somebody else and crush your heart into dust, and you still couldn’t be upset with him.

“‘m alright, thanks,” you lied. 

james frowned; he was always able to see right through you. “you don’t have to lie to me, pretty girl. don’t… feel bad. if you’re mad at me, that’s okay. i kind of deserve it.”

you huffed, feeling your heart tug at itself again. moving your head from james’ grasp and fixing your gaze to a patch of yellowing grass, you grumbled. “don’t call me that.”

“what? pretty girl? it’s true, innit?” you could hear the teasing in his voice that he was using to try and cover up his worry.

“‘s not true. not really. not like that.” you sucked air through your teeth, frustrated at how oblivious you’d been, and how oblivious james was being, and how much more intuitive the rest of your friends had been the whole time.

“what d’you mean, not true? love, don’t tell me you think-”

“stop, jamie, just stop,” you hissed, leaping to your feet and scrambling away from him like he was some type of poisonous viper. “you aren’t allowed to call me those things, not when it’s meant for evans. you don’t get to use me as some sort of replacement just because she won’t have you. it’s cruel, jamie, to pretend i’m her—haven’t you ever thought about what that’s like for me? you’re killing me, ‘cause now i’m truly deluded into thinking you’d actually see me that way when in reality, you’re just picturing lily’s face on mine.” you took a withering, shaky breath. “fuck, james, that’s selfish. that’s just mean.”

james’ face had contorted into one sputtering disaster as he tried to piece together the words that had just spouted out of your mouth, which admittedly, were not very eloquent seeing as you hadn’t been planning on pouring your heart out today.

remus groaned in exasperation, sick of his dumb, emotionally incompetent friends.

“please don’t pull an evans and walk away from me,” james pleaded, looking back at his friends for backup. they looked back at him, unimpressed.

“well? d’you have something to say or not, or may i be excused?” you clenched your jaw, sneering at the boy you loved as if you didn’t.

james hesitated, but he must’ve taken too long, because you scoffed and turned away from him, hair blowing wildly in the wind. you were still wearing his jumper. you tugged at the sleeves, annoyed at how his presence seemed to follow you wherever you went, but rather than anger, little tears beaded at your eyes.

you wiped them away with your sleeve, furious at yourself. you could hear james behind you, begging you to slow down, but you didn’t. it was pointless; he would’ve caught up regardless, with those long legs of his.

“please, wait, just-” james panted, bent over with his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath. you raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“whatever you’re about to say, save it, unless it’s a grandiose apology that ends in you groveling at my feet,” you sniffed.

james dropped to his knees. “okay, okay, i can do groveling. please, as long as you hear me out, ‘cos i was wrong earlier, when we were sitting at the tree. i said you weren’t smarter than me, but godric, you are leagues beyond me, and the fact that i thought the opposite is a testament to my stupidity, i suppose…”

“are you here to be self-deprecating, or…?”

he covered his face with his hands. “no, i’m sorry. shit, okay. i’m a bit everywhere- uh, frazzled, at the moment.”

you frowned. it was a bit awkward to be towering over james as he was practically kissing your feet; despite how angry you were with him, you hated being the source of his humiliation and negative emotions.

you sat on the grass silently, shifting so you were beside him but at a reasonable distance, not looking in his direction or acknowledging him when he picked up his head and looked at you hopefully.

“look, i’ve been blind. literally and, uh, metaphorically. i’m like that, y’know? well, yeah, y’do know; you’re my best friend.” the both of you winced when he said that.

“see, but the thing is… i realize that we’re probably not really best friends. at least, i’m hoping we’re not. ‘cos i think i’d like for you not to be my best friend, but my- my best girl. ‘cos i think i’m in love with you.”

you finally turned to james, bottom lip tucked between your teeth unsurely. you squeezed your eyes shut. “what’s my name?”

“what?”

“what’s my name?” you insisted, a sinking feeling growing in your gut.

but it was like the weight of the day lifted off your shoulders, until you felt so lightweight you thought you might float away, when your name dripped from his lips like the golden wildflower honey his mom nurtured in his backyard.

“not lily evans?” you questioned, pushing the corners of your lips down to suppress the stupid smile that threatened to ruin your entire angry act.

“not evans, i swear.” james chuckled bitterly. “think i’ve said her name enough times to meet a yearly quota. i don’t want to say her name, i wanna say yours,” he mused, daring to chase your eyes for a connection.

“why’d you run after her, then?” you muttered, wanting more than anything to believe him, but held back by all the heartbreak that he’d inflicted.

“the other option was to hold you and kiss your forehead, maybe. perhaps your nose. whatever would make you smile. but then what would you think? you’d think i loved you, and maybe you’d be scared away, and i’d rather chase evans for the sake of continuity than lose you or your friendship.”

“when?” you whispered, allowing him to take your hand in his without complaint. “when’d you realize? ‘cause i’ve been in love with you since third year, and you’ve been after evans since second.”

“fourth year, actually.” james let out a heavy huff. “probably earlier, to be honest. we both know i’m not great with feelings ‘n stuff. but i guess i could only admit it to myself after i saw you threw your coffee at malfoy when he made that comment about some first year.”

“i don’t even remember that,” you admitted, a grin slipping out.

“yeah, well i do. after that, you told him off in front of all the slytherins and i swear avery was trembling. ‘n after, you talked to that first year so sweetly, and all i could think was ‘i wish she’d care about me that much.’” when james came out of his memory and saw you smiling, his face brightened as well.

“look, there’s my favorite smile!” he cupped your cheek in one hand, running the calloused pad of his thumb over your pulled-up lips with admiration. “you’re so beautiful, y’know that?”

“i know,” you giggled. “you only tell me every other day.”

“well, that’s just criminal! i ‘oughta tell you that every day.” james gasped exaggeratedly. his voice lowered to a low, gravelly purr. “wouldn’t want ‘ya to forget, now would we?” 

“what’s my name, jamie?”

he laughed quietly, mumbling your name and emphasizing each with a kiss on the cheek. “did i get the answer right?”

you hummed happily. “so you can have a reward.” your voice was small but james felt it travel through his body, the kind of reaction only you could draw from him. “you can kiss me, if you’d like.”

james held back a massive grin, knowing it’d be impossible to properly kiss you if he was all smiley. he held your shoulders so gently it might as well have been a caress, and when he licked his lips and let his eyes puddle into a sea of adoration, you knew that he’d take you up on your offer.

not before he tackled you to the ground though. pushing you backward with a surprised squeak, your back hit the grass as james propped himself up with his forearms on either side of your head. and then he kissed you; he kissed you hard. it was rough and fast and full of longing. james tasted like cinnamon gum and pumpkin juice. 

you broke away from him, maintaining the connection by pressing your forehead to his, and your lips were still brushing together as you finally, finally admitted it out loud. “i love you, james potter.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[lifetimeoftired]

I really like the Vergil/Lady ship in dmc and here’s some thoughts I have about them in no particular order.

-  Both Vergil and Lady are stubborn ‘my way or the highway’ kind of people, and they have good reason to be. But that stubbornness also breads violence, so when upset, they tend to lash out without knowing the full situation, though Lady is slightly better at admitting when she’s overreacted. Still, the violence in them would make for pretty interesting interactions. Especially considering Vergil can’t just stab her because she will shoot him back, and if she dies that’ll just start the feud all over again and he’s tired.

- Obviously they both hate Arkham, but what really interests me is that both love their mothers dearly, but Vergil has spent a long time convincing himself he resents her for ‘abandoning’ him. Lady’s relationship with her mother isn’t really talked about, but I’m sure she’s grown to both worship and resent her mother. On one hand, the worship comes from the fact that she’s a martyr, a victim to an evil man’s schemes. Stolen from her long before she should have lost her for now other reason than cruelty and selfishness. On the other hand, why did she choose Arkham in the first place? Why couldn’t her mother see the monster that he was? Those feelings she’d repress hardcore and lean further into loving her mother and seeing her as better than she was. Vergil does the exact same thing, but with his father. He does say he blames weakness no his humanity because Eva couldn’t protect them, but I think on some level he also resents that his father, what he considers to be a powerful being, also was not there to protect all of them. But he can’t hate his father, that would mean hating the reason he’s still alive. I think if they ever got to actually talk about, they’d bond over this ‘I can’t hate the parent I want to because that would mean I’d have to acknowledge the other parent’ feeling. Lady would notice it in Vergil first, being slightly more willing to be vulnerable, might say something in a backhanded way that only Vergil would be able to pick up on, cause backhanded is a second language to him by now.

- And of course Lady doesn’t put up with his shit. As much as it would annoy him that some mere human was calling him out, after seeing his own child and the humanity in Nero that saved him and Dante, he’d give her the time of day he would not many other people. After all, she is one of the few humans able to march into hell and still win- himself non withstanding because he’s that strong of course. But she did fight her way through Temen-ni-gru and he’d respect that. And when he gives just that little bit, she shows him empathy once she really understands why he’s done what he did. 

- They also both care deeply for Dante, but due to trauma and pride have to act like they don’t. Once Vergil comes back and they both realize Dante is Not Okay(tm) when he can’t see Vergil, he makes a deal with Lady, Trish, and Nero to keep an eye on him when they can (not realizing Dante’s asked them to keep an eye on Vergil) and Lady’s the one who does it the most often since Nero has the kids and Trish is terrible with getting Dante back on his feet. Lady and Vergil work out a schedule and everything, bickering like an old married couple about Dante.

- Also Vergil and Lady arguing about guns vs devil arms would be extremely amusing. She insists there’s nothing wrong with guns, and Vergil is very much face demons man to man. This kind of spat often ends with them physically coming to blows, but Lady knows he’s not actually going to harm her by this point. He’s not going easy on her, he’d never disrespect her so, but the fights always end with her life and limbs intact. And that’s more than enough reason to keep fighting him. And they come to a grudging admiration of each other’s abilities since Vergil actually honed his skills through years of practice, just as she did, and they both are constantly coming up with new moves to show off and try to win these fights. They still don’t agree on guns versus devil arms, but if they give in, they have no reason to keep fighting.

- Also, after years of dealing with Dante, Lady would actually know when to back off when calling Vergil out. But unlike Dante, Vergil doesn’t joke circles around her, he gets Mean. And those are times they don’t fight with weapons, just words, but it hurts worse like that. But after they’ve both cooled off some, Vergil, older now, wiser than he used to be, does try to make an apology of sorts. He never admits to going overboard, but he brings her things he knows she likes, and she grits her teeth, breathes, and tries again. 

- Lady's the one who teaches Vergil how to shoot properly. In dmc3 he was only able to because he was leaning on Dante, but he never bothered to learn how to do it properly. So, to her surprise, he accepts when she teasingly offers to teach him. He’s better than expected, but there’s plenty of room to improve. And he takes that as a challenge, one she’s happy to meet.

- I think about that scene in 3 a lot where she’s sitting there, all slumped over and falling apart after giving Dante Kalina Ann, and Vergil walks right past, and only then does she get up. I like to imagine in my wild shipping delusions that he tells her there she can give up if she wants, but Arkham is of no consequence to the twin’s and their battle and will not be standing in their way much longer. Even if he doesn’t bother her at all, in a way, Vergil’s actions here I think are one of respect. He respects that she wants Arkham dead, and is willing to kill her own father for what he did. But if she’s not going to commit to it, that he does not respect. So if he says something, it’s to motivate her to see if she’ll actually do it. If he doesn’t, it’s because he’s annoyed that she won’t. Years down the line, he’d bring this back up and they’d talk about it, and it’s one of the few times he admits to respecting her at all. Gives her a ton of complicated feelings about it.

- One interesting thing that would come up is when he’s talking to Arkham and mocks him for still having softer feelings towards his daughter. Because Vergil wanted his parents to love him, so he would hold so much disgust towards Arkham and be unable to acknowledge it’s because Arkham is a terrible father. He’d say this, after all these years and after she’s earned his trust, that Arkham should have done better by her.

- I like to think Vergil does actually think highly of her for killing her own bitch of a dad. Lady doesn’t. After all, you never really recover from killing your own parent even if it’s for the right reasons. She tells him that, and mentions that she said the same to Nero. And he thanks her for it. So many softer feelings because he can attribute, at least in part, that he’s alive thanks to her. And even though it’s still a mess in her head about killing Arkham, there’s something really touching about Vergil acknowledging her strength anyway. Of course, some things aren’t said aloud, they just say it in the way they stand a little closer.

#devil may cry #Vergil/Lady #headcanon #Vergil #Lady

[threewaysdivided]

So, I've noticed that DP fans and authors have a sliding scale for Vlad. They vary from "haha look at poor little meow meow who fails at everything" to "Vlad is an absolute psycho and the Fenton parents are criminally negligent for allowing him near their kids". I'm very curious as to how you view Vlad and his relationship with Danny because that variance is so huge, and since it kind of slides between the two in canon as well.

Ah, Vlad.  Perpetual runner-up of Dracula lookalike contests, consistent bronze medallist in the race for most-culturally-relevant-Vladimir, and called by the internet everything from Psychopath to Meow Meow to I regretfully inform you Daddy.

One of the things that makes interpretations of Danny Phantom characters more fluid/variable than others is that (as you said) canon can be rather slide-y at times - something which lends itself to multiple quasi-canonical potential readings.  I think I’ve mentioned before that for me this means I have a bit of an annoying tendency to change my headcanons depending on what best facilitates a given story concept, rather than being wedded to One True Version™.

That said, Vlad is probably the major-character who I have the most consistent read on.

Vlad’s Character

When it comes to the question of whether Vlad is an entertainingly pathetic failure or a dangerously unhinged threat, I would say the answer is that he’s kind of both.

My core reading of Vlad is that he’s a narcissist.  He sees himself as exceptional/ superior, he has very little empathy for others, and he often treats other characters less as people and more as prizes to be won or as existing to support/ serve him.  His ghost powers probably exacerbated this, but since he behaves pretty similarly during Masters of All Time it’s likely that this is a part of his native personality.

Now, on its own this wouldn’t be a consignment to villainy - there can be narcissistic or egocentric hero characters (early MCU Tony Stark is like this, and it’s basically Neil’s whole bit in Class of the Titans) - but Vlad combines it with a bunch of significantly nastier traits.  He’s entitled, he can be extremely petty, he’s immature and he holds grudges to an irrational degree.  He also twists narratives; finding ways to position himself as the victim or somehow secretly the victor/ mastermind even when he loses.  Most of all, he’s controlling and part of that comes out as sadism - he enjoys the power that comes from hurting, inconveniencing, frustrating and generally making life miserable for others.

All of this means that Vlad can be incredibly dangerous toward people/ in situations where his self-concept is threatened, where he feels slighted or where he has been denied something he feels should be rightfully his.  That sadism combined with his lack of empathy, his manipulativeness, his capacity to hold petty grudges for potentially years and his ability for patient, premeditated planning has the potential to be terrifying.  At his worst, Vlad is a malignant narcissistic abuser with wealth and superpowers.

But on the other hand, it’s those same core traits that make Vlad kind of pathetic and even tragic.  Like many narcissistic antagonists (and IRL malignant narcissists) he creates a lot of his own suffering.  Someone else on this site put it well when they said that Vlad doesn’t care about people, he cares about the people-shaped objects he’s trying to stuff into the holes in his lonely, miserable existence.  Vlad had multiple opportunities to course-correct and build the kind of genuine, sincere relationships with Maddie, Jack, Danny and Danielle that deep down he seems to want, but he burned those bridges himself with bad choices and worse behaviour.  He has needs and desires, and on some level he has the capacity to change and choose better, but until he learns to care about people for their own sake and to treat others with consideration and respect he will always end up driving those things away.

Vlad’s strategic plans fall apart for similar reasons.  He’s unwilling to admit when he’s wrong or has been bested which means he doesn’t really change his opinions of people or adjust his strategies accordingly (Jack will always be “an idiot”, Danny will always be “an underperforming fool wasting his potential” etc), he doesn’t really pay attention to people unless he’s fixated on/ wants something from them, and because he sees his perspective as universal and/or doesn’t value empathy, his plans often have big gaping weak spots that people can easily exploit. 

There’s an almost classic-tragedy element to Vlad; his compassionless hubris is his hamartia and it walks him into nearly every reversal of fortune.

But also… yeah, watching him repeatedly trip over that ego and snatch defeat from the jaws of victory is funny.  This is a character who never holds himself accountable or bothers to grow; at some point you run out of sympathy for the whiney middle-aged man who uses his tremendous wealth and power mostly to skulk around a big empty mansion while creeping on a married woman and her teenage son, and seeing him become a perpetual karmic butt-monkey of his own making can be very satisfying.

Vlad is both at once; simultaneously a potentially terrifying villain and a deeply pathetic little man living in a selfish mundane suffering of his own creation.  Forget The Fright Before Christmas, a holiday morality visit from Scrooge’s ghosts would have done Mister Masters a world of good.

My preferred use of Vlad

Okay so, despite everything I’ve managed to say above, I’m now going to cop to the fact that I… don’t find Vlad super compelling as a character.

Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s very useful as an antagonist and source of schemes that can be complex while still being beatable, but in isolation he just doesn’t have a lot going on under the hood for me at that deepest level. 

This might be coming from personal experience - I’ll spare you the details but there are some abusive malignant narcissists in my extended family and I’ve observed this kind of behaviour and its consequences in real life.  And the truth I’ve found is that once you strip all the layers back it’s depressingly simple.

I completely understand other people’s fascination: when you first encounter this kind of mindset, it can seem deeply compelling.  It feels like there has to be a reason, an answer, an explanation.  A lot of time can be spent searching for that; trying to puzzle out how a person could be like this, what kind of moral framework they must have, what internal justifications a sane and reasonable person could have that would possibly excuse doing something that seems so obviously wrong/ hurtful.  But deep down the answer is: they just don’t care.   There is no moral rationalisation because morality never factors into it.  They want, so they do and the only thing that will give them major pause is if it will have negative consequences for them personally.

In this regard Vlad for me sits more in the realm of Fire Lord Ozai, Batman’s Joker or YJS1’s Vandal Savage.  These characters aren’t super complex or compelling in isolation (there’s a reason people write feature-film-length analyses on Zuko and Azula but not Ozai himself).  They’re more like a force of nature and while you can definitely interrogate the specific context of their origins, their self-perception and get a lot of mileage from dissecting the ideology that they use to rationalise their actions to others (and how those arguments often don’t hold up to questioning) underneath all that grandiose posturing the evil they represent is eerily mundane and commonplace.  Just reactionary id and ego run rampant, detached from compassion and placed in a position to exert itself indiscriminately.  Power and control.  Want and do.

I think that’s part of why they’re striking - we expect some grand ideological philosophy to match the presentation and instead what we get is something small, hollow and pathetically human.  It feels unfair and unsatisfying and that’s because it so often is.

Because of this, I’m often more interested in stories that focus on other, more layered members of the cast and their struggles (it’s a bit weird how little involvement Vlad has in a lot of my favourite DP fics and fic premises).  When Vlad is present I usually prefer him to function more as an antagonistic force for other characters to struggle with than stories which try to justify his worldview or make him “relatable”.  Like I said above, Vlad at his worst is a controlling, manipulative, abusive stalker and that can make him a very effective villain in horror-thriller style character dramas.

Vlad and Danny

On a meta-level Vlad and Danny work well as character foils.  They share several surface-level flaws (both can be superficial, immature, judgemental, prone to grudge-holding and tempted to misuse their powers) and in some ways Vlad is a warning for what Danny could become were he to allow his power to go to his head and separate him from other people.  But at their cores (heh) there’s a fundamental difference to do with compassion and responsibility that sets them apart.  Vlad is an exceptional man with power and status but no empathy or accountability, and deep down, beneath all that performance he’s alone­ - still skulking around the fringes of the ghost zone, using threats, lower-power mooks and bribery when he needs someone to do his bidding.  And then there’s Danny, unexceptional by many metrics, who might feel stressed, lonely and overburdened at times but who genuinely cares and tries, and without even realising it has a lot of powerful allies who would rally to his aid as a result.

As for what they have in-story, I wouldn’t really call it a relationship.  They have a dynamic, but to me relationship implies some kind of mutual participation, and I don’t think Vlad sees or treats Danny as a person.  He doesn’t seem to care about Danny’s interests, feelings or needs: his fixation is mostly on shaping Danny into an heir/ apprentice of his own design, and getting yet more revenge on Jack by supplanting Jack as a father figure.  Danny is the son-shaped-object that Vlad is trying to shove into one of those holes, and once Danny makes it clear that he will never willingly submit to that, Vlad goes full supervillain.

From an audience perspective there is a tragic element to this, since we can see how much Danny would have benefited from having a genuinely supportive mentor, and how it might also have helped Vlad as a person… but Vlad burned that bridge himself.

In that regard I think it’s good that Danny doesn’t have any prior attachment to/ affection for Vlad or desire to please him.  Vlad isn’t a healthy person for Danny to be around, and it’s pretty obvious that Danny knows this and tries to minimise contact with him as much as possible (outside of the occasions when he gets stupid-teenager-brain and decides to poke the bear by pettily antagonising him).  I think that that’s really the best outcome; minimising a toxic person’s presence in his life so he can independently pursue things that are actually healthy and productive.  

Ultimately, Vlad is a grown man who makes his own choices, and he is not Danny’s responsibility.  Yes, it is admirable to extend understanding and respect to others but there is a limit on that and a relationship requires input from both people.  As they say, it takes two to tango; it’s not for one to be doing 100% of the work when the other is unwilling to sincerely engage or compromise with them.  And it is especially not the responsibility of a teenager to be playing that role for an adult (particularly an adult who routinely manipulates and threatens him). 

The biggest issue for Danny is that he can’t fully remove himself from Vlad.  Vlad has too much power and influence; as Masters he’s an important businessman (and at times political figure) with sway in Danny’s hometown, as Plasmius he’s a powerful ghost who can use those powers to bypass physical barriers (when he isn’t sending mooks to harass him), and as a person Vlad’s the kind of creepy stalker who will use his power, influence and resource-access to literally plant spyware in the Fenton family home.  But, most difficult to avoid, Vlad is also a close family friend of Danny’s parents from their college days and Danny frequently has to play nice with him for their sake.

And let’s talk about that last one.

Vlad and the Fenton Parents

The Fenton Parents have some the most divisive interpretations in fandom (short of Vlad himself and sometimes Sam).  Their presentation ping-pongs all over the shop and whether they read as “good but flawed” or “absolutely awful” really depends on how much you want to take things at face value, read into implications and/or recognise certain scenes as being purely hyperbolic Rule of Funny Nicktoon gags.  The only readings I would call a mischaracterisation are ones that paint them as actively disinterested, uncaring or malicious towards their kids - the fact that they do sincerely love their children despite their behaviour is part of what makes them compelling.

However, I want to talk about them because - while you can certainly make the case that they are “criminally negligent” in other ways - the fact that they don’t realise how bad Vlad is, or that he shouldn’t be allowed near Jazz or Danny isn’t one of them.  It’s actually pretty believable to me.

Something to remember is that, as an audience observing a story from the outside, we often have a much more omniscient perspective than any of the characters within it.  Even when characters think they are “alone”, we are observing them through the fourth wall - we get to see What You Are in the Dark.  Fandom loves to joke about how obvious it is that Danny is Phantom or Clark Kent is Superman but that’s kind of forgetting that we get to see things from a Doylist perspective while all the actual characters are stuck being Watson.

Just from that viewpoint, it makes sense that Maddie and Jack aren’t aware of the true nature of Vlad’s character.  Maddie might recognise that Vlad is a creep toward her specifically (Jack meanwhile is cluelessly naïve and loyal to a fault) but most of Vlad’s worst moments take place outside of their awareness and he often behaves a lot better in their presence in order to keep them close.  Danny has seen much more of Vlad’s darker side and Jazz is aware of that through him, but since most of it is connected to Danny being Phantom they’re not exactly rushing to share.  From Maddie and Jack’s point of view, “Vladdie” is a dearly beloved college buddy who might be a bit eccentric and incel-adjacent but is otherwise mostly harmless.  And sure their kids might not like him but of course teenagers are going to complain about hanging out with their parents’ friends - they’re teenagers!  Plus, Danny and Jazz have frequently objected to other aspects of their parents’ lives, so it’s not like that would raise an immediate red flag on its own (let’s be real: even at their best, Maddie and Jack are not the most attentive parents).

So to me it’s pretty reasonable that they wouldn’t notice those initial signs.  And (speaking again from IRL experience) even assuming they did notice some of them it would make sense for them to not want to believe it.  It can be really hard for people to accept that someone they’ve known and respected for a long time has done something awful.  We want to give people in our lives the benefit of the doubt and that can lead us to make excuses for/ try to defend them in ways we wouldn’t for a stranger.  There’s also a level of fear and guilt that can get in the way.  If our judgement about one person turns out to have been that badly wrong, then we could be potentially wrong about everyone; suddenly the world is a lot less safe/ certain.  And then we have to face the question of how complicit we might have been by ignoring, excusing, or enabling their actions.  It’s not really surprising that even well-intentioned people can end up reflexively dismissing whistle-blowers and victims; it’s a self-protective impulse as much as anything else.

I think that’s why Danny’s “mutually assured destruction” threat is so effective.  If Maddie and Jack accept Danny being Phantom then they wouldn’t be able to deny what Vlad has done as Plasmius.  And, once they can’t deny that, they probably wouldn’t continue to accept Vlad as a friend.

And that’s another bridge that Vlad has burned himself.

What a cheese-head.

#Danny Phantom #Vlad Masters #Vlad Plasmius #DP Meta #Character Analysis #I feel like 'long essays containing tepid takes' is becoming my signature style #I know 'Vlad is a narcissist' isn't a particularly revolutionary take #but he fits it to a surprising number of levels #kaiobeast #3WD Answers

[strqyr]

raaaandom thought since I haven't kept up a whole lot with your Vitalis AU and forgive me if you've already talked about this before but uh, how did Sun x Mercury come to be in that?

I know you tend not to talk about shipping a lot on this blog lol but I'm too intrigued. Sun x Mercury has really grown on me as of late and I'm 90% sure it's because of the one art you did of them along with Freezerburn for pride month so I'm curious to know the thought process 👁️👄👁️

i've gone back-n-forth with so many story ideas that at this point i'm honestly not that sure how it came to be lol but it probably was around the time i had sun travel / spend time with mercury and emerald for a while that it just kind of clicked in place?

like mercury is pretty jaded as a person, understandably looking at his childhood, and he doesn't really think there's anything else for him in this world than being an assassin. still, i think he knows, in a way, that his childhood was Fucked Up™, he knows his father hated him, but i think that's something that's like, he still had to prove himself, ya know? and that very easily leads to the kind of thinking that there's something wrong with him, that maybe if he was better, stronger, etc., his father wouldn't have hated him and the fact that he does is his fault.

and while he does occasionally drop these bombs, outright spitting them out sometimes, about his childhood that would make just about anyone to go holy shit are you okay?, he doesn't exactly keep the kind of company who would do that (bc they didn't exactly have great childhoods either).

so while he knows, it's one thing to kind of think it to yourself; it's something different to have someone else affirm that yes, it was fucked up and that he deserved better, even if his initial reaction to that would be poor bc people tend to be defensive of themselves and their life.

and i think sun could be that person to say it out loud? he's very much Friend-shaped™, he's sun "i go where i'm needed" wukong; while he's curious and definitely has plenty of questions, he's respectful enough to not prod, and if he thinks he overstepped he backs up while also making sure that he is there, ya know, whenever the other person is ready. but he's not a pushover, and he can also be very blunt and just blurt things out so him going "dude that's kind of fucked up" to something mercury says is definitely something i can see happening (without the swearing... maybe.)

he also doesn't exactly hold any moral high-ground or grudges on anyone, so mercury being one of the bad guys and an assassin wouldn't really be a problem for him lol

so, somewhere along the way i just thought sun seeing mercury and going "he seems cool" and then doing the completely opposite of reality and starting to orbit around him seemed like a good idea. and thus i sealed my fate in a rarest of rare-pair pits.

#rwby #sun wukong #mercury black #wandering stars #vitalis au #sketch-shepherd #ask.strqyr #it also helps that in my au sun is not a student #so he can come and go as he pleases lol #and where he goes just happens to draw him closer to mercury #curious...

[arnaerr]

absolutely obsessed with tacien - they're so fun to read about!! and their dynamic?? so chaotic and charming! i imagine they spen like half of their time making inappropriate jokes about each other and the other half - making even worse jokes about everyone else around them, and i respect that phpph but also! UHHH they give me that feeling of being drowned in Sad Oblivion's Nostalgia™?? in a good way ofc!! thank you so much for sharing your stories about them!! (+im 1000% sure AU with ghost!lucien becoming human!lucien is not even considered as AU in this fandom and hell i'd be excited to read any of your thoughts on how lucien will become a real boy again!!)

Firstly, OMG!! I LOVE YOUR ART! 😳💕💕💕 I've been following you on IG for a long time, and I didn't know you're active on Tumblr too! It's so cool to see you here as well! Your painting style is so unique and the atmosphere is just 12/10 💗

Secondly, I'm so happy you like them!! It fills me with joy bc for a long time I thought that no one's gonna like my silly ships and my OCs haha. And they DO joke a lot, you're so right :D It's like Tavi teaches him to have some sense of humor lol. Also, I'm so glad that they give you Oblivion nostalgic vibes <3

''AU with ghost!lucien becoming human!lucien is not even considered as AU in this fandom'' CACKLING, but I agree lol. Honestly, I haven't thought much about, uh...the resurrection itself. Maybe Tavi used some last bits of her Madgod powers to do it. Maybe it had something to do with Night Mom/Sithis - idk, I feel like Tavi has a BIG GRUDGE on them after all that happened during Oblivion DB questline, so maybe they made a deal of sorts, that if they help with resurrection then she helps with making DB great again since she's so cool lol. Tbh I'm a bit afraid to go into speculations here bc I don't want it to be too wild and off tracks with canon; on the other side, canon IS wild, and we all can justify anything with the Godhead lore. In the end, I decided not to think about it much and focus on their relationship since it's fun :D

Also, I want to say BIG THANKS to my friend Ari (@lucien-lachance) who helped me to figure out their personalities and encouraged me to start drawing them 🤗 She wrote two amazing pieces with them in Modern AU (first one, second one), which kinda established their overall dynamic.

Thank you for this kind message, you made my evening <3

#lokorum #ask #tacien #skyrim au

[fluffykitty149]

Fluffy Talia and Dick moment :D ?

Oooh this one is difficult considering they're rarely on good terms but let's see what we can do

Dick wasn't a big fan of Bruce and Talia being in a relationship (more of a Brulina shipper) and at a young age he didn't do much to be civil about it.

Despite Talia being very offended at this, she remained civil to appease Bruce and would even be willing to do compromises with Dick.

They eventually grew to mutual respect that would fluctuate from time to time.

Dick knows all too well to let Talia take the lead in picking him out an outfit

Like she'll randomly stop by to check on Damian and when invited to dinner she immideantly goes to Richard "Alright let's see your closet"

Even with their differences and grudges, they have no issue co-parenting Damian.

They both know Bruce's life is hectic, so they work together to pick up on the slack.

The best way to keep them from fighting is having them complimenting Damian's achievements

"Have you seen Damian's latest work?"

"Of course! I plan on putting it in an art gallery. That type of talent shouldn't be wasted."

Damian's a mix between puffing proudly and ears turning hot in embarrassment.

They exchange recipes on some occasions

Someone once asked if they were related and they gave them the eyebrow raise™

Dick was very much thankful when he discovered Talia helped pay to take care of Zika the elephant

Talia is also good at giving him a wake-up call when he's starting to slip into a romantic web with people.

Overall Dick is more of a Brulina shipper but still doesn't mind Talia being a part of Damian's life

Sorry this isn't much fluff but they never really clicked in my head. Hope I did okay!

#talia al ghul #dick grayson #richard grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne

[deathsbloodofficial]

Hey. You said that we can create our own OCs. I may or may not have created something horrifying.

So, I had a photo of my cat and was playing around with some filters.

This creature belongs into horror.

"Voskhititel'noye Koshach'ye Svetilo" (Glorious Cat Orb)

It looks like some eldritch god creature. It gazes into your soul and if you gaze long enough into its eyes and Ponder The Orb, you will learn all The Dark Secrets™ it knows... ...It has only been around for 6 years. It doesn't know much, certainly not enough to break your fragile mortal mind, but it will get there eventually. Just pretend that it's scary for now. It may keep a grudge and ruin your carpet with intergalactic matter if you don't respect it.

It is a pet which belongs to- {?*#&*?} and usually acts like a regular cat, but people don't stay around long enough to witness it. It flies around, meows at people, does its cat thing while slowly absorbing The Dark Secrets™. (About the {?*#&*?}, I might create another OC if you don't mind and if I get any good ideas)

Awww what a cutie, Mr Cuddles would definitally get along with this little guy

Also I am okay with you making another the more the merrier

#death's blood #glorious cat orb #others ocs

[chthonicgodling]

@marscats37 making these two question responses into its own post bc I’m sure I’m about to write another essay <3EDIT AFTER I ACTUALLY WROTE THIS POST - Yeah this is another esssay lmaoooo

(re: this post right here)

1. Does Ker hate Maci for immortalizing Tory away from death and overriding her?

haha. hahahahahaha well. yes and no. First of all- let it be known again and stressed how little Ker CARES about politics lmfao???? Thanatos was SO MAD that Maci was like. alive. literally his overarching villain goal was to find a way to kill her, kill everyone, maybe take over the underworld if he could swing it and all the other gods were dead, etc. Ker’s villain goal is…. uhh violently eating people as is her designated Fate? secondarily Consuming and Unmaking Chal Because Chal’s Existence is An Embarassment to Her? But as a she doesn’t fuckin care what the Princess is doing, the Princess is just ANNOYING and loud and Ker has never had patience for her through all her dealings with Hades.,, and thats the main reason she dislikes her a dfkfk BUTTTTTT-

however….. however. Re: Tory. When Maci brought Tory to the Underworld as her new pet mortal you may recall me mentioning (possibly, idk what’s common knowledge anymore? Maybe on the second blog fkfkf) that it was Mass Chaos like the Underworld’s feelings on mortals is veryyyy different than Olympians tend to be and so, first if all, gross. And then a specific slap in the face to the death gods. But Tory was not only “maybe” going to possibly violently die if Maci hadn’t whisked him away - he WAS going to, as Tory actually had a near death experience shortly before his deification—

Not the time Thanatos attacked him before he and Maci were dating; when he deliberately did not kill him to leave Tory for Melinoe.

Nnnot the time either that right after, Melinoe arranged to have Tory attacked by a ghoul who assaulted him and injured him brutally afterwards -

But after ALL that- once Maci and Tory were finally together - and once Hades finally discovered that his daughter was dating a mortal - Hades fully tried to murder Tory himself and almost DID. in fact he’d strangled tory nearly to unconsciousness before Maci showed up and uh, set everything on fire - and that was so long ago tory would never remember that for a brief… split second before he could breathe again… there was almost the figure of a gruesome seven foot goddess glowering in his face—

(Tory’s been through so much lmao.)

uhhh yeah if Maci hadn’t showed up right when she had Tory absolutely would have Violently Died™ ?! Ker was just doing her job! but instead the Princess showed up out of fuckin nowhere, and that supernatural Fated drive to appear when mortals are about to kick the bucket suddenly fizzled away as his lifespan was lengthened— I’d like to think that Ker knew right then and there what and who Tory would become. The death gods are all a lil bit psychic like that. and ssshe wasn’t happy about it. also I’m sure her second thought was “ohhmmhggods thanatos is gonna whine about this forever 😑” so yeah, when Thanatos was like “hey I’m gonna get back at the Prince and Princess for the 8 millionth time and it’ll work this time if you help me by giving me a child to bully and brainwash” Ker did not object to this - no love for either of them yknow, and a very mild sulky somber grudge

I will say that though she’ll be mildly bitter forever, Tory at least once he did become a god has earned the respect of everyone in the Underworld for both balancing Maci out and also for being like, a good prince, and also a cool prince, and also like, a great deal intimidating so. Ker regards him coolly at arms length and I wouldn’t say she RESPECTS him in any real way but. maybe slightly. He’s kind of tolerable now that he’s a daemon himself. guess that leads to the next question!

2. Does Ker ever feel threatened by anyone!

….short answer is no. The perception of Cocky invincibility is a personality trait innate in all three Deaths (including Neo whose biggest flaw is being unblinkingly fearless in literally any situation)

lmao but. long answer. S. Sort of! Actually kind of yes maybe like. once……. Wellllllll there is a short list of people who Ker has “fought” with or have at least been able to successfully clash with her without being obliterated into paste. once again cheerfully reiterating that Thanatos is not one of those people and Ker quite frequently was able to knock him around when he got too mouthy with her

Tory firstly has Tried To threaten her once Neo came into the picture, he’s always kept her at cautious arms length at his end bc they do need a mentor for Neo of course. but when Ker got pissy that Tory and Maci wouldn’t let Neo start to work with her at the age of 10 Tory (tried) to put her in her place by intimidation - it did work to back her off but not bc she was intimidated - just bc she fuckin. Needed Neo and could not risk Tory withholding her from her duties. So She just uh. Spoke briefly to neo and gave her her scythe and then moodily stalked away with the compromise of neo training with her at age 15 (it ended up being age 13!). there was one other time Tory did physically fight Ker and I will get to that in one second but before that—

there’s Epi. Epi has actually brawled with Ker twice within canon (possibly more in the past who knows!), as a relatively imposing daemon himself who most people are very much afraid of. First canon brawl - now, Epi and Loki’s son Vryk, who you’ll recall died and came back to life - is such an abomination to Death itself due to his undead status that he’s actually extremely unsettling for any death gods to be near, of course it’s only Neo and Ker at this time. (Neo manages.) Epi’s another sibling of Ker’s from Nyx’s brood of hundreds and at her insistence he’d actually reluctantly taken Vryk to visit Nyx outside of Elysium - upon which Ker HONED IN on Vryk’s horrible energy and appeared to try and dispose of him. At the threat to his son Epi wasted no time in shifting full daemon and LEAPING THE FUCK ONTO KER where they screamed and clawed at each other like hissing cats until nyx peeled them apart. Vryk is the future god of necromancy! Ker will hate him SO MUCH when he grows up! Does Ker find Epi threatening?? Ummm i guess not seeing as she fully made a move to eat his son out of his arms with no hesitation to consider how Epi (again. EVERYONE IS AFRAID OF EPI. Epi also eats people!) might react. him biting the fuck outta her at least gave her… pause?? no one won that fight it was a draw lol

The second time Epi got to attack Ker to try and threaten her is also the first time Tory did which was of course when Ker ate Chal’s arm off <333 the threats of Tory to deny her access Neo if she did anything to Chal, as she looomed over them all menacingly, fell COMPLETELY on deaf ears - Neo’s tutelage was not conditional (she hissed, over and over again, a direct quote.) when she finally tricked Chal into crossing the barrier so that she could try to eat her, Tory and Epi both daemon shifted and attacked her and this. did literally nothing to her. she did not care at all. She retreated only bc it was annoying having two furious daemons chewing on her and trying to tear her apart; with Maci appearing at the distress call to grab Chal to safety, Tory and Epi grabbed Loki to help hunt Ker down and the three of them followed her in the hopes of some sort of successful threatening punishment and to make her somehow return Chal’s eaten arm. They did find her, in her own cave surrounded by the Keres spirits, and none of the three of them could get her to flinch - and this brings me to the entrance of the one person who HAS successfully managed to intimidate Ker -

it was Bel :)) bel wins the Ker threat battle

or, well, the entity that stretches across Bel and Ty in two bodies, as they both showed up right there interlinked together the wayyy they doooo to be spooky and. Haha I can’t believe I’ve never drawn or like. mentioned this???? Fuckin ABSOLUTELY furious that Ker had actually attacked chal - and to the absolute chagrin of alarmed dad Epi & Loki & Tory - Bel confronted Ker and snarled that Chal no longer belonged to her to try and dispose of (Chal belonged to bel now, how DARE you 🥺). when Ker once again did not flinch, for who the fuck did epi’s child think he was talking to her like that— Bel (and Ty United) used his psychic telepath powers to puppet-force Ker beyond her own control to dispel all of the Keres, verbally swear to forfeit her claim to Chal and leave her alone forever — AND THEN FORCIBLY VOMIT ALL THE PIECES OF CHAL’S ARM THAT SHE’D EATEN until she backed down :)

and so. I guess. That’s the real answer. in a poetic twist of Fate because it all comes back to them, the only person EVER who’s been able to successfully make Ker feel threatened has been the 💕now husband💕 of her own abandoned child, poetic fucking justice. also we do this a lot in Elysium I’m realizing after typing that all out. the amount of times Maci and Tory have gone bezerker for each other….. It’s ok I Love This

PHEWWW WELL THERE YOU GO sorry to ramble again but!!!! if you made it to the end I hope these very long winded responses answered your questions THANK U FOR ASKING THEM AAHHH

#oc talk #GIGGLES CACKLES #uhhh. hmm. there’s… triggers in this I supppose - #death tw // #emetophobia tw //??? #choking tw :: #idk idk! phew this one is good I think THANKS MARS #replies

[certified-anakinfucker]

20. Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

for darrash! <3

HIIIII HELLO HI HI HI

my blorbo. my boy. my guy. my little gender mongrel.

(from the weirdly specific asks)

20: Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person? (a) Hunter. He always agreed with Hunter's sentiments, and had verbally told him so before. He would have even helped him under the table had Hunter not decided to go the route of killing thousands just to prove a point. That's what he was trying to explain on the Tenebrous, before Hunter decided that mercy wasn't an option.

(b) Oh boy. Probably any given Moff. He respects being in charge of So Much, but he hates that power goes to peoples' heads and they start acting unwise. But it does make a nice Moff Hunting Season™ so hey, you win some you lose some you win some again.

11: If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference? Silly rabbit, you can't impersonate Darrash! Even when the Old Man gave up his beautiful plan to study Darrash on Tatooine through Mia, Darrash wasn't really acting like himself because he fucking hated Tatooine and was being a grump the whole time. If the Old Man went back to Intelligence and impersonated Darrash based on that, he wouldn't even make it to Dromund Kaas' orbital spaceport.

But if you really want to.. well, you'd just have to know him from day one. Darrash is a very unique blend of street rat and Imperial elite; he gets as far as he does because he knows how to blend in naturally - not like he's SUPPOSED to be there (an Imperial seeking to blend in) but like he's always been there (someone who legitimately grew up in these environments). His peers could easily tell he wasn't himself if he didn't offer a snarky retort at the orders given, or if he actually tried really hard on his assignments as opposed to just knowing how to not get himself fucked up in the process.

56: If they're scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear? Darrash would absolutely be seeking comfort from his loved ones.

Firstly, there is Vector. Vector would be his closest friend and confidant. His safe space, his lover, his most trusted companion outside of his own mind. This is his husband. His better conscious, his shining light.

Dr. Eckard Lokin and the Minister of Intelligence (formerly known as Colonel Tylado Bentismo, Watcher Seventeen, or Keeper) come afterwards as Darrash's adoptive fathers once he entered the realm of Intelligence. Tylado brought him in as a sort of pet project or guarantee for his promotion to Keeper, should he prove that he can create a top-notch operative for Intelligence and keep them alive with his remote guidance. He didn't count on accidentally gaining a reluctant son, nor actually seeing himself as a father. Darrash does fully trust him, not just implicitly, but genuinely. He loves him. He knows Tylado didn't have much of a choice once operations spun out of his hands, and Tylado is amazed that he is still .. well, alive.

Likewise, Eckard understands Darrash better than the Agent wants to admit. He's known him since his first day in Intelligence, having to conduct medical examinations and quickly learning that he needs to be heavily sedated beforehand. He doesn't like treating Darrash like an animal, as other officers have suggested, he sees Darrash as a genuine son. And Darrash, albeit feigning a grudge, sees him like a father alongside Tylado. (The two of them had been married for twenty years by the time Darrash came into the picture, and they both had their turns trying to raise and look after him without showing extraneous bias..)

Raina comes next, as Darrash's protégé and adoptive little sister. She's a tad rigid and rough around the edges but she means very well and is always ready to learn when she's made or experienced an error in her ways. She learns to trust herself first, and follow her gut in the field.

#oc tag | [darrash aron nealev] #i love how i add designations to my other agents when they have them #but darrash is just not getting his cipher nine tag #i am too lazy. but then again #i have been updating tags today #maybe he will #new darrash tag -> #oc tag | [darrash aron nealev / cipher nine] #and legate too :( #oc tag | [darrash aron nealev / legate] #FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES anywayyyy #oc tag | [darrash aron nealev / cipher nine / legate] #oc tag | [jasama menkie / raina temple] #oc tag | [colonel tylado bentismo / watcher seventeen / keeper / minister of intelligence / terminis] #oc tag | [doctor eckard lokin / fixer fifteen] #cheeri inquires #cheeri ocs #i need a swtor tag

[sshoujo-ais]

shame about rwby volume 9! anyway tell us about the only thing in the series that matters which is gold rush <3 questions 1, 6, 16, 19, 23!

dae you are so fucking based. i will be ignoring anything that happens in v9 for these

What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

Taiga has of course known Yang's family since they were kids (minus Raven) and she cares them a lot! Ruby is Taiga's little sister figure as much as she is Yang's little sister - there's a bit of an interesting point in in how whereas Yang watched Ruby grow up alongside her, Taiga didn't get as much of that luxury due to not staying on Patch, so she still has that internal recognition of Ruby-as-baby-sister even after Ruby has proven herself the capable leader we all know she is :) Taiyang of course is Dad™ and absolutely gives the two his blessing (never asked for but hypothetically if it came to it).

And then there's Raven...

Taiga naturally has a lot of second hand resentment for Raven from Yang's abandonment issues, and that was only amplified in V5 when they ended up on opposite sides of the battle for Haven, and Raven doesn't know Taiga personally and kinda maintains a "whatever/whoever you choose to do is your business not mine" attitude towards Yang after what went down, so they don't particularly care for each other overall, but there is a grudging respect both of them have for each other's strength on some level at least

Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

"boo" is the standard issue daily use pet name, the more specific ones are "tiger" and "yangarang" respectively. and they do like them! that's a weird thing to append to the question tbh op why would you use a pet name for your partner that they don't like

How do they react when the other is upset? How do they try to help?

Taiga knows Yang is strong enough to deal with whatever issues she's facing and strives to always remind her of that ^^ Yang's side of the equation is mostly the same, just less on the basis of "I remind you of how strong you actually are" and more "you are stronger than you think you are, you just need encouragement, let me give that to you"

What values do they not share? How do they reconcile those differences?

Taiga always strives to help the little guy and be someone people can rely on, whereas Yang is more of a "I punch-a the bad guy" type - Taiga's character arc kind of revolves around learning that she doesn't have to spread herself thin and help everybody, so in V6 she lets Yang fight her own battle against Adam (alongside Blake ofc) and in V8 she joins Yang's group in going after Salami directly rather than Ruby's group infiltrating Ironwood to help the citizens evacuate; the potential conflict of interest in that last one is resolved with a conversation of "yes I want to be in the other group but I am content knowing that others are doing that thing and I can be by your side instead". and like obviously Yang isn't selfish or amoral to just be like "I punch-a the bad guy instead of helping people" she's not Bakugo, she understands the value in helping people and respects Taiga's commitment to doing so (as well as Ruby's!) so there's not really any deep seated conflict inherent to this difference in values.

What was their first impression of each other?

well they spent a lot of time together growing up so that's hard to quantify ^^; but their first impression of each other after reuniting at the Vytal festival was something along the lines of "oh she's hot now ok" on both sides :P

#TYSM FOR THE ASK DAE #sweet bestie #ship: gold rush

[krinndnz]

if you don't write your ideas down, they don't matter

one of my less defensible opinions is, fuck podcasts.

first, you shouldn't need to pretend that there's some greater purpose necessary to hang out with your friends, talk about whatever bullshit is on your mind, have private jokes, and enjoy each other's company. you shouldn't need to fucking productize that.

then once you have, inevitably, productized it because the capitalist hellscape demands that of you — if you were talking about something that mattered, or if the talk itself mattered, you would write it down. there's extremely good reasons why a lot of fields say "if you don't write it down, it never happened." if you want your ideas to matter, write them down. write. them. down. not a video. not a podcast. not a Twitter Spaces™ or a Discord Live Share™ or a Microsoft Office 365 Presence Tele-Skype-GitHub Personascope Also Brought To You By Meta, Inc™.

if you don't write your ideas down, they don't matter. write it down. use text. use the most basic text possible.

a big part of my giant grudge against audiovisual media replacing text is that because we live in the capitalist hellscape, all of the extra things that audiovisual media adds to text become extra opportunities to fuck with you. there's a truly incredible power in the Kuleshov effect that I respect a lot and there are people in cinema who wield it to create really amazing narratives. the problem is, capabilities like that also allow you to say something without taking responsibility for saying it. this is an invitation to evil.

in text, there is nowhere to hide — you have to actually say what you intend to say, and once you have said it, you have to see it, right there in front of you, and accept that you said it, and you effectively keep thinking about it as you write onwards because that's how writing works. the time dimension of audiovisual media means that anything that's not happening at the exact second of perception is basically invisible. you have to do very strange things to text for it to have that property — text is context, you're looking at a bunch of it at once and there is a conventional one-word-follows-another structure to it that you have to actively participate in, instead of having the media happen to you.

also frankly text is more democratic — audiovisual media has gotten shockingly cheap to produce, store, & transmit, but it's still gobsmackingly expensive compared to text. that being the case, you should demand to get your money's worth out of audiovisual media, both as someone making a thing who must decide what form the thing will take, and as someone reading/watching/listening to a thing. you should be very sure that the thing needs moving images & sound before you depart from the land of text (and in practice you're going to need a ton of text anyhow: there's a reason serious productions have scripts and documentation!).

if your podcast is for fun, go in peace, although I do hope you can find an easier way to have fun with your pals. but if it's not — if, for example, it's intended to advance your political beliefs or to educate others about a topic where you have expertise — you really need to actually make a case as to why you're not just writing shit down. "it's easier to just talk about things" is a bad reason — it's actually one of the reasons you should be doing text instead. it's easier to just talk because you're skipping the actual fucking work of thinking hard about the topic, the work of distilling and organizing and presenting thoughts into something useful. if you don't do the fucking work, you deserve to have your thoughts ignored.

I think everyone should write, routinely, for their own benefit rather than for profit or publication or prestige. keep a diary. write notes to your future self. make a commonplace book. writing makes you better at thinking in a way that talking doesn't. you should write. yes you. write shit down. the flip side to "if you don't write your ideas down, they don't matter" is that you should write your ideas down because your ideas, yes even yours, deserve a chance to matter. you should write.

#crank beliefs #yes yes the real problem is capitalism i know #krinnposting

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

Shadow: develops a personal grudge against Sonic and Knuckles

Also Shadow: only respects Tails because Violence™

Shadow: me and Tails like to shoot things together

Tails: bonding time

#sonic 2 spoilers

[tolkien-feels]

ASDFGHJNCN quiz results cryptid here- yea that's about what I expected tbh, also I'm a gemini so my personality being A Mess™ is unsurprising. Out of curiosity, can you tell me what Turgon & Finarfin and Celegorm & Turgon have in common? And I'm happy to announce that I am, in fact, blonde.......ish

Hello cryptid!! If you look in the notes other people have said some pretty compelling things too!

Turgon and Finarfin are KINGS of staying in their lanes. Ostensibly well-adjusted but I'm skeptical that they aren't dysfunctional too. Also I don't know how they're raising their daughters but they're doing something right and I respect that.

Turgon and Celegorm combine the Finwean pride with an unwillingness to move on from any grudge ever, which means once they've decided you're personally responsible for something it literally won't matter how you attempt to defend yourself. On the plus side if they love you they're very loyal, which is nice!

#ask game

[kyokkou]

the readmore busted idk

NAME.     my online alias is hayato and that is all ur gettin :^) STAR SIGN.   taurus HEIGHT.   5′9″ WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? we do not discuss my legal name here but fun fact? my parents always used my middle name throughout my childhood and it caused a lot of problems when i had to start using my first name for things like licences and official documents. i had never answered to it for the first 17 years of my life. but i will never divulge my real name on the internet. PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP? 1. あの夢をなぞって - YOASOBI 2. Just You and I - Amuro Namie 3. 奏（かなで）- Sukima Switch 4. シュガーソングとビターステップ - UNISON SQUARE GARDEN 5. 陽のあたる場所へ - 平井大 6. 花に亡霊 - ヨルシカ

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?   if i have, i don't know of it.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?    idk as a child maybe? noooooo idea.

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? i don't like celebrities these days. but i do have it bad for chunichi dragons outfielder ryosuke hirata. :((((((

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE?     HATE: ugh i hate SO MANY NOISES i'm overly sensitive to them, but especially sudden loud noises or the scraping of a fork on porcelain, it drives me fucking nuts. LOVE: the way it sounds when it snows and no one is on the road but the wind carries the slightest sounds through the tops of trees and over the snowdrifts.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?     yeah!!! but i've never had any Experiences™ myself, i'm just inclined to believe in them because people i trust not to bullshit me have told me about their experiences.

HOW ABOUT ALIENS?  jury's out.

DO YOU DRIVE?    i got my license on october 25th, 2007 :))) i LOVE driving and i love my car more than myself. his name is teruki :)))))

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED?    nope, all the cosmetic damage on that car was caused by my mom being careless or rust :((( but i've had some really close calls in the past, every time i look back on them i'm like HOLY SHIT I ALMOST LOST MY CAR and my life but whatever on that one--

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?   i'm in the middle of reading "defying hitler" written by sebastian haffner. it's really good.

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?     DO I FUCKING EVER story time! teruki (MY CAR, IF YOU HAVE NOT BEEN READING THOROUGHLY :P ♥♥ ) had a gas tank leak from like 2015 until 2020 like. just little drips after an initial patch job and always worse when it was full, but me + my mom could not afford to fix it (which is why i got it fully replaced in 2020 after starting a better paying job) and holy FUCKING SHIT DUDE my car always fucking smelled like gas. like i KNOW it's bad for me and my mom fucking hated it so much but i missed the gasoline smell after i got the tank replaced. my car smells normal again but now my mom's car has the same problem at the same age (15 years old) so now i'm like damn! i gotta leave my sweater in HER car now so it smells like sweet old car smell......

anyway I FUCKING LOVE gasoline smell :)

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?   i think it was encanto, i don't watch many movies tbh

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?     i tripped over driftwood when i was visiting friends in seattle and we went to the coast and i absolutely took my little toe out on that fucking hunk of driftwood, it bruised SO bad and i'm pretty sure i broke it or something because it hurt terribly and there was mild pain if i put pressure on it for several months after. it was fine after a while and never looked weird so idk but i sure as fuck was not gonna put myself in more medical debt to be told "haha we can't do shit for that sorry :) 1000 dollars please!"

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?      kiku "wife respecter" honda and the wife whomst he respects, as well as SEEC ESC-APE games (the prison boys....... my loves.....)

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?   i used to really bad but i'm working on it. i don't wish ill on anyone who has done wrong to me in the past though, i've grown past the need to be all that nasty and just kind of hope they've grown up too.

IN A RELATIONSHIP?   nope. not cut out for that kind of thing in the slightest as i've found out. it's all about me!!

tagged by: stole it from @geroyam  tagging: pants wearers

#✺ 「偽物は消えろ消えろ。」 || ooc; #[ A STOLEN MEME ] #[ i was inspired to fill this out i had fun :D ] #[ sorry for the ooc ]

[punsandfuturekingsmen]

╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed?

™ Are they possessive?

✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone?

Horrific Headcanons part ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed?

"Well, I answered for the bad one. I think--- I would always have a bad reaction to it. But if it was someone I knew and trusted, I could....I could respect it was their consensual decision. I don't think I would be comfortable, but it's not my business in that case....you know?"

™ Are they possessive?

"I'd still say no. I sometimes call people mine, but like.... really only while they want to be. I'd never hold anyone back from finding better. And if that wasn't me, honestly I'd understand because I kind of already know that. So I'd ultimately wish them well."

✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone?

"Yes."

#answering things #ic #arthur speaks #ectoimp icon #ask meme answers #horror meme

[redladydeath]

compiling all my male consorts ideas/headcanons into one post bc yeah

this is kinda disorganized but w/e

If you’re going to completely miss the point of the show and gender swap the queens in Six, at least do it “right” and make a brand new show about Geoffrey of Anjou, Guildford Dudley, Philip of Spain, William of Orange, George of Denmark, and Prince Albert

i don't have a name for this au. so far i have 'battle of the simps' and 'how to be a better ally the musical'

They’re here to raise money for their wives’+Elizabeth’s new musical “Seven” and yell at you about loving your spouse. They sing about their wives, beg the audience for money, and share one braincell and That Is All.

Geoffrey: Energetic, hype-man, respects Matilda’s hustle, fighter, says absolutely savage stuff sometimes, loud, doesn’t do things halfway, doesn’t stop to think much Guildford: Complainy, still mad about the beheading thing and blames Jane for it, is like 15, kind of out of his element, lil bit belligerent, wants the others to pay attention to him/take him seriously, holds a grudge against Philip for basically being the main reason he was beheaded Philip: Stoic, distant, thinks a lot of himself, still hung up on the religion thing, Do Not mention Elizabeth’s defeat of the Armada, doesn’t want to talk about Mary, doesn’t take criticism well William: Cool, kind of low-key, likes to humblebrag about taking over England, respects and deeply cares about Mary and wants to be better to her than he was the first time around, likes to troll Philip, cannot stand George, “I thought you were gay??” “What does that have to do with loving Mary” George: Himbo, dumb as fuck, doesn’t know what gay people are, absolutely adores Anne, pretty relaxed and unambitious, always seems to be slightly buzzed, Respect Women Juice™ Albert: Fair, pretty nice, intelligent, pretty chill, usually in possession of the one braincell, has a lot of Feelings about Victoria, tries to keep the peace, likes making plans and is organizing the majority of the show

“Sure, Mattie and I were never in love per say, but you’ve gotta respect her hustle!” “This is all Dad and Jane’s fault” “Mary is...... so, anyway-“ “Maisey is a fine, wonderful lady” (let’s just call mary stuart maisey so we don’t get her and mary tudor mixed up) “Oh, Anne’s lovely! Although, she did tell me one time that she was a lesbian. I could’ve sworn she was English...” “sdcxzsfggvdrtgc I love Vicky so fuckign much”

albert is a normal functioning adult who gets Stressed sometimes; geoffrey, philip, and william are adults most of the time but can veer off into dumb petty shit in a moments notice; george has his moments but most of the time is kind of a liability; and guildford is a literal child. their coordination/communication is. not the best

(some of this is predicated upon this interpretation of the Sixverse) Guildford does not want to be here, and by be here I mean existing. He’s really bitter that, just because he got caught up in his father’s stupid plans to put Jane on the throne, he can’t just have a normal afterlife/has to endure this awful quasi existence where he’s completely alone except for all these super important royals that he can’t relate to at all. All he “is”, as the physical embodiment of the legacy of a once-living person, is just an immortal manifestation of a teenager’s unjust murder, and he’s really hung up on how unfair that is. Anonymity is a blessing in his eyes: he’s jealous of his siblings who got to lead normal lives, disappear from history, and be at peace.

Phillip’s stoicism is partially due to the fact he doesn’t feel like he belongs here like. at all. He’s a Spanish king and all his actual accomplishments happened over there, so why does he have to mix with all these figures important to England? He’d probably be a lot happier back home with the other Spanish/Hapsburg monarchs.

William’s trying very hard to be a better person this time around. He recognizes that he didn’t love Mary half as well as she deserved the first time around and wants to rectify that. He’s making an effort to be less stiff and austere and would really like to be able to look back on this life, whenever it finally ends, with more satisfaction than he could the first time around. He still can’t really bring himself to respect Anne and George though, even though he’s aware/slightly guilty about the fact George was always a much better husband than he was.

Geoffrey’s got a bit of a feral/nihilistic immortal thing going on because he’s so damn old. If you’re going to continue to exist as long as people remember your name, might as well have some fun while you have the opportunity.

George has kind of a Seymour thing going on where he was/is happy just standing by Anne; staying faithful to her, respecting her authority as queen, and not wanting anything from her other than her love/companionship. It’s kind of a barebones way of living, but he’s okay with that and doesn’t really want anything more. Anne really does love him, it’s just her sexual orientation makes things a bit more complicated, as it did/does with William and Mary.

Geoffrey has kind of adopted Guildford as a younger brother. Despite the personality clash, Geoffrey’s usually the one Guildford’s the least hostile towards.

shit that happens at writing meetings https://youtu.be/0WD9pA2376k?t=29

the rehearsal process is straight out of “band geeks”. albert may have had to break down in tears in order to get everyone back on track, idk.

i don’t want to just completely lift the ending of Six. but it’s tempting. everyone realizes that the whole concert/competition thing was predicated on a bad idea and that by telling their wives stories for them and centering themselves in said stories they've actually just been talking over women rather than uplifting their voices and everyone feels bad and apologizes to the audience for wasting their time and then reveal that this whole thing has actually been a long-con and pull out the money tin, sing-begging the audience to donate so the queens can get their own band/musical off the ground and tell their own stories...or hell maybe the queens themselves actually come on for the final number

the whole concert is actually just an attempt at helping raise money for their wives’ new musical “Seven”, so instead of having an “I Don’t Need Your Love” number, they just do that scene from Avenue Q where they pass around a money tin and beg the audience to donate through song

“your money doesn’t come with you when you’re reincarnated! help a guy help his wife out!”

01 “Lord/King/Prince” 02 “Hustlin’” 03 “Nine\teen” 04 “Incendiar” 05 “Good Queen Bess” 06 “Die Mad” 07 “Stand By” 08 “Now and Forever” 09 “the money song” 10 “love your wife or we’ll steal your teeth” “Hear”

you know how six has the issue where like half the queens have the same names? these mfs have the opposite problem. they all have different names, but different native languages, so each person is referred to by like six different names depending on who’s addressing them   english / french   / spanish    / dutch     / danish / german geoffrey / geffroi    / godofredo / godfried /      ?      / gottfried      philip / philippe  / felipe         / filips       / filip       / philipp   william / guilaume / guillermo  / willem    / vilhem  / wilhelm   george / georges  / jorge          / joris       / jorgen  / georg guildford also gets called some variation of godfrey a lot since it’s the closest thing to his actual name. albert’s the only one free from it because his name doesn’t vary much between everyone’s languages.

GD: “Make some noise for Robin!” GoD: “Big ups Eric!” A: “And show some love for Charlie!” GoA: “And Monsieur François!” referring to elizabeth i's main suitors: robert dudley, eric xiv of sweden, charles of austria, and francis duke of anjou

there may or may not be an attempted haus of holbein number/royal tindr sequence about elizabeth that gets interrupted halfway through because the theater loses power. liz has no interest.

William III: "Imagine being married to the rightful queen of England and being told that you can't share her power and keep ruling after her death. Can't relate." Philip II: "Because you weren't married to the rightful queen?" Geoffrey of Anjou, eating popcorn in the background: "Oooh, burn." Albert is tired of having to put up with this shit and wants everyone to get along so they can finish the musical.

“loserwhocouldn’tevenconquerorenglandsayswhat”

Random headcanon: the six version of Philip II of Spain is one of those guys who genuinely try to respect women and be allies but also brag all the time about how feminist they supposedly are. He's like "I respected that England is my wife's kingdom so I didn't interfere during her reign and I also supported Elizabeth." And all the other male consorts (specially William) are rolling their eyes in the background.

you have no idea how much william bullies philip. george is too nice to bully him, so william picks up the slack

thinking about just making it like the studio cast where everyone’s in their casual clothes and aren’t color coded. i really like color coding tho. geoffrey - yellow bc plantagenet? blue bc of the coat of arms? purple bc of vibes+royal dynasty? guilford - grey’s the only color that i vibe with, but jane’s already got grey as her color. a lighter/darker shade of grey tho philip - red/orange is what i vibe with, but mary’s already got that as her color. black also might work, but idk. william - orange. like. how could it be anything else. george - some kind of shade of orange bc i vibe with it? pale green and pale blue would also work albert - i vibe with purple, partially since i have prince as his insp. can’t really think of anything else.

although, the lack of color coding could just be another point of chaos. albert told everyone to come in different colors and called purple for himself, but william and george both show up in orange on the night of the show and geoffrey insists that he’s actually the one who called purple. george: “oop, i’m sorry will! i guess you’re going to have to get changed” william: “...my name is william of orange you fuckwit”

albert: okay kings, i know rehearsal has been a bit taxing on all of us, so i brought this new medicine that helps with fatigue! william: oh wow thanks al. hey, what is this stuff anyway? albert: cocaine :) william: william: ALBERT I'M FUCKING ASTHMATIC so is george. victorian cures! everyone trips balls while william and george go to the hospital. albert still insists it works. “well you're not tired anymore are you!” as geoffrey vibrates into another dimension. at least they got the opening song written.

*during a very long and tedious rehearsal* william: ...you guys wanna learn some dutch curse words? geoffrey: HOLY FUCK YES PLEASE

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