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godshitgirl · 18 days

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In a dominant mood so here's how I think bsd men would act as subs

Atsushi

Would be a very obedient sub

Trusts you in every way imaginable

You know how parents tell you "well if your friend told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?"??

Yea that's him

If you told him to do something stupid or dangerous whether in the bedroom or not he would immediately trust that you have a plan behind it (even if you actually don't, he doesn't know that)

Other than that, he's very anxious when it comes to PDA, at least at first

But once he gets used to it, and by that I mean used to the feeling of being loved, then he will slowly start warming up to and even asking for it

When it comes to sex, he can be even more bashful and awkward about it

He mostly whimpers and whines and it's not super loud, but if it does get to that point he's very self aware and scared of others hearing him, so he covers his mouth right away

I think he'd be most compatible with a more gentle top

He can't handle very heavy scenes and I can't imagine him having a very active libido

He has sex to express love and passion, not just for a quick fling that doesn't mean anything

Outside of the bedroom, he's very quiet about what goes on in there

Dazai likes to tease him about it and you love how his pale complexion turns into a pretty shade of red

Dazai

Oh this man is OBNOXIOUS

He's the type of sub that makes you wanna fuck him so hard he actually shuts the fuck up for a second

One of the brattiest of the bunch, for some reason has to turn anything and everything into a game of cat and mouse

Also one of the horniest, believe me you'll be drained DRY after like a week or so

This man's libido is UNMATCHED

He may be taller than you, smarter than you, and possibly stronger than you when it comes to his ability,

But in every other way you are in charge And some part of him always wants to challenge that

Loves to be paraded around like a showdog (but prefers the term "trophy wife")

He's a little princess and always gets what he wants

I think he'd fit best with a dom who could handle his.....special traits

He needs someone who won't get tired of him so quickly and leave, just like everyone else in his life did

But he also needs someone to put him in his place from time to time

Dealing with dazai isn't for the faint of heart, anyone who's done it before knows that

So maybe if you're strong enough, smart enough, and a little bit delusional and crazy, you could have this cute little former mafioso wrapped around your finger like a worm on a string <3

Fyodor

Tbh this one's the whole reason why I made this post in the first place😆

This one's also a little....different...from the others

And by that I mean he's worse

His brattiness doesn't come in the form of disobeying orders or having a fit in front of your friends

No, this one will purposefully pick you apart psychologically

Trying to get this man to behave will require a labyrinth of words, a battle of the minds

He needs someone who can challenge him, because if they don't, he wouldn't bother to be submissive towards them at all, they don't deserve it.

He's one half sickly and one half pride, so taking care of him isn't gonna be easy

Of course you'd have to know going in that Fyodor's self care is abysmal and as his dom you'd have to take responsibility for his health

Taking care of his pills, his diet, making sure he eats and sleeps on time, gets enough rest, drinks enough water, exercises, that's all on you from now on

But you do it cause you love him

Sometimes he'll be bratty and arrogant enough to take you for granted, and would snap at you and tell you he doesn't need someone to baby him when you just were trying to help

But after enough time, he'll realize he was wrong, and as his health depletes, he'll slowly start to inch towards you, asking for your help

You would make sure it gets to the point where he'd have to beg. Make him realize what it's truly like to not have you "distracting" him with your care and concern

And eventually, if he's put up a pathetic enough display for you, you'll hold him in your arms, warm chest comforting him as he leans his head and torso on it

You'll watch how he shivers each time he takes a breath, his eyes are glassy and staring at nothing, his hair is drowning in grease, and it's obvious he hadn't showered in days, but you don't mind

All of this means he's vulnerable, which means he's weak, which means he's malleable.

Malleable enough for you to mold into whatever you please.

Because the only person who could dominate the demon Fyodor is someone who could become the demon Fyodor.

Whether he knew it or not, you were just as sinister as he was, possibly even more.

And every breath he took was another foolish step into your web, a plan you had conducted just for him

So he can be as proud and smug as he wants, but at the end of the day,

You are in control.

Chuuya

It's kind of hard for me to decipher what kind of sub he'd be to be honest

I want to say he'd be a brat but that term doesn't seem to describe him exactly

Sure, he's got a lot of pride, so getting him to submit to you or even to simply let you take the wheel will be difficult.

He's too stuck in his old habits, too used to having to take care of everything, so being taken care of for a change will be a new feeling to him.

He's also scared to love you, scared to let himself bring another person into his heart, afraid of instead accidentally luring you to your death as he had done with so many others.

No, he's not ready to lose another person. Not again.

He's grown to see his love for others as a trap, a ploy, a misfortune. It was like a prophecy for someone's death.

But you, you were different from the rest.

You were strong. Strong enough to protect yourself, strong enough to stand your ground. In fact, you could probably even protect the gravity manipulator Chuuya Nakahara himself.

It took a long time for him to be ready. Ready to open himself up for you. But you let him take his time. You let him think things through. And despite everything, you were there.

You both sprouted a relationship neither of you thought you could do before

And the sex wasn't just sex to you two, no, it could be a distraction, a vacation, an escape, a break, an apology, you name it.

Sex would be a big part of you guys' relationship

I like to think that Chuuya is a lot hornier than he says he is, and also a lot more submissive

Learning that he was a sub was surprising for you, especially because of, well, everything about him

But that was cool for you, as you were vers, and you had to admit you loved the way he screamed and cried under you.

The look in his eyes, the blush in his cheeks, the spit dripping from the corners of his mouth, even the small wounds he had gotten from biting his lips so hard to keep in a moan was adorable

Fucking in his penthouse was great because he had red lighting in almost every room, giving it a sexy, moody vibe.

It also reminded him of his place. He may be rich, he may be a mafia executive, and he may have a couple dozen people under his command, but no matter where or what he is, he will always be a pathetic little whore for you.

You fuck him in his room to remind him his riches mean nothing. He means nothing. All he is is a slut, and he must be reminded of that.

I think he'd be best compatible with a quieter personality to counter his loud one, but I think that loud, brash personality is most present around Dazai. Though he can have a little bit of a temper from time to time, even around you

He needs someone who doesn't care about status or ranks, Port mafia executive or not, you'll fuck him like there's no tomorrow and once you're done he'll be clinging to you like a lost little dog.

Ranpo

Brat. Brat Brat Brat. NOTHING about this boy is topping.

I mean, I do see him as a switch, but in this case, he's the brattiest brat to ever brat.

Will require you give him sweets and cold drinks whenever he asks, will make you drive him places, teach him things and even fuck him when he's too lazy to do the fucking.

He'll be obnoxious all day and then look at you like he's done nothing wrong his whole life. Spoiled little shit.

He's exactly the type of sub you would fuck into submission until you hear a sorry or any sort of appropriate apology.

He likes to be fucked lying down, sometimes sitting and leaning against something, but sometimes you'll force him to sit on you and ride you up and down even though you know he hates it. You'll never hear the end of it from him, though.

He likes to be fucked while eating, too. You'll fuck him from behind with a hand out and spoonfeeding him cake, and the rapid shaking of your bodies and the table he's up against will leave traces of cake all over his chin and cheeks. He doesn't know if he wants cake or if he wants you to eat his cake. Either way, he wants and needs you bad.

I think he'd be best fit with a top who would usually just give in to all his demands and would be patient with his bratty personality, but knows when it's been taken too far. You'd be calm and gentle with him, but come nighttime, you're a beast in bed, making sure he makes up for everything he did in the office that day.

He's not the type to apologize I don't think, he'd definitely beg if it's gotten too much for him but an apology? That's asking too much. Just take the moans and cries and leave.

However, right afterwards he'd go back to his usual bratty self no matter how bad the punishment was. In couldn't have been that harsh anyway, as you could never say no to Ranpo's cute face.

Akutagawa

When I say this man is a Virgin I mean he's a VIRGIN VIRGIN.

As in as virgin as the virgin mother mary

He hadn't even had time for sex before you came along.

You taught him everything, even things about his own body that he didn't even know. Like how he doesn't like the feeling of frotting because he doesn't like how another man's dick is on his own. Or how he likes when you pump his cock slowly, especially since he's so new to the game that he couldn't handle more even if he tried. Poor boy😔

He finds it odd, the feeling of being pampered. Being provided with food everyday, a warm place to live, constant affection, he didn't know what to do with it. It was as if he was an alien studying earth and experiencing the most mundane things for the first time.

And the weirdest thing about it was, he liked it. He liked the feeling of being taken care of, being provided for and pampered, and it was odd. He wasn't sure if he even deserved such wonderful feelings.

When it comes to sex, you better believe this man's got some weird shame thing related to sex

He sees it as a filthy task that he, unfortunately, likes to partake in.

He's ashamed even bringing it up, let alone asking for it.

But once you get the memo you take action and calmly and gently take care of him

Akutagawa's been used to violence, been used to screams of pain and agony, but this? It's soft. It's sweet. It's tender. He's not used to it but part of him wants to be. He's never been so happy in his life.

He's not the type to whine and whimper so much like Atsushi, instead he'll let out a low grunt here and there and maybe throw in a moan somewhere too.

He's into the wildest things, most of which involving your ability with his. It's probably some weird psychological thing where he's associated his ability strength = worth thing to the bedroom which......isn't healthy.

But once you're done his sickly little body is spent, his already damaged lungs trying desperately to keep moving. You hold him over your shoulder, as being carried bridal style would mess with his pride. Arm wrapped around your shoulder and tugging at you inner arm, he leans into you the way he's never done for anyone before.

He feels odd now, as if he's just discovered something new. Learning and even participating in sex has left him with many questions, that hopefully you could answer.

#bsd #bsd x reader #dom reader #sub character #sub and dom #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #atsushi nakajima #dazai osamu #fyodor dostoevsky #ranpo edogawa #x reader #fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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catboygretzky · 10 months

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i have not read the silm but people always use it to go GLADADRIELS HAIR TO GIMLI can u explain

I wish i could do this without explaining so much of the silmarillion but i refuse to explain the entirety of the silmarillion

the first thing you have to know is that there's an elf called fëanor who was the most important elf of the early first age. he was a big deal. super smart, super talented, and he knew it. absolute cunt of a dude. was he an anti hero? was he simply a villain? idk at the end of the day he was a kinslayer of a cunt that committed atrocious war crimes. but he was smart and talented! (he created the silmarils which - well. as you may be able to guess are also a big deal)

super interesting character though. a 🔥 character, one may say.

so just. keep in mind that fëanor was super great at doing elf things (not so great at being a dad or just. having morals that weren't ambition and arrogance) and he was also galadriel's uncle.

now fëanor was obsessed i mean obsessed with galadriel's hair - literally everyone was.

Even among the Eldar [Galadriel] was accounted beautiful, and her hair was held a marvel unmatched. It was golden like the hair of her father and of her foremother Indis, but richer and more radiant, for its gold was touched by some memory of the starlike silver of her mother; and the Eldar said that the light of the Two Trees, Laurelin and Telperion, had been snared in her tresses. Many thought that this saying first gave to Fëanor the thought of imprisoning and blending the light of the Trees that later took shape in his hands as the Silmarils.

so yeah - pretty impressive hair on a pretty impressive elf. impressive enough to inspire the silmarils creation? maybe.

(everyone was obsessed, but fëanor was obsessed obsessed, there's this whole thing with him and light. see: silmarils, which literally captured the light of the Two Trees of Valinor and quite possibly were inspired by galadriel herself)

NOW fëanor begged for an entire lock of hair, and expected her to agree, three times. galadriel denied fëanor all three times.

to bring gimli back in - if you remember, gimli says his only desire is a single strand of her hair, not expecting to receive it but hey, she asked for what i desire most so!

by this point you may be able to sumise why it's a big deal without me telling you BUT

when galadriel tells him to name his desire and what she should give him, gimli says this

"There is nothing, Lady Galadriel," said Gimli, bowing low and stammering. "Nothing, unless it might be - unless it is permitted to ask, nay, to name a single strand of your hair, which surpasses the gold of the earth as the stars surpass the gems of the mine. I do not ask for such a gift. But you commanded me to name my desire."

"i do not ask for such a gift, but you commanded me to name my desire" whereas fëanor begged - gimli didn't even ask it of her, just answered her question about his desires.

but to everyone else this was a Big Deal

The Elves stirred and murmured with astonishment, and Celeborn gazed at the Dwarf in wonder, but the Lady smiled. "It is said that the skill of the Dwarves is in their hands rather than in their tongues," she said; "yet that is not true of Gimli. For none have ever made to me a request so bold and yet so courteous. And how shall I refuse, since I commanded him to speak? But tell me, what would you do with such a gift?" "Treasure it, Lady," he answered, "in memory of your words to me at our first meeting. And if ever I return to the smithies of my home, it shall be set in imperishable crystal to be an heirloom of my house, and a pledge of good will between the Mountain and the Wood until the end of days."

the elves went UM WHAT THE FUCK but galadriel just smiled because yeah, it was bold of him to ask, but he expected nothing and the only thing he would use it for would be to fix the (shitty) relationship between dwarves and elves.

so this look? when gimli tells legolas she gave him three hairs?

i'm sure inside he's thinking "holy shit holy shit holy shit", but it's definitely a turning point in their friendship. because well, if galadriel deems him worthy...

and when gimli said the only thing he'd use it for was to fix the relationship between elves and dwarves? HE DID.

and then galadriel let legolas bring gimli into elf heaven.

i'm sure others can say this much more eloquently, but tl;dr: galadriel said 'fuck you fëanor, go gimli go'

#this was long i'm so sorry #gimli #galadriel #the lord of the rings #fëanor #the silmarillion #tolkien #legolas #ask #lotr #gigloras #lord of the rings

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 9 months

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Hello can I ask for a Male!reader(if your fine with that!)

that is the first ever emperor/king in human history.

like there the secret Back up in case the God's try anything sneaky.

and after his reveal how would the God's and human's react to his reveal and his fight

His weapon: would be a synth or syth (i forgot how spell it lol) pure red and a lot of details

His outfit: would be kinda like Qin shi Huang's but a lot more red and a lot more details,he would also have claws but longer and on all of his fingers and would use them to claw his opponent

He also has a tattoo on his face but it's red snake 🐍

And yes he is Very VERY arrogant and confident.

(I wish I can add photos but it won't let me🥲)

For the one's i like to see:

Humans:Qin shi Huang, Nikola Tesla and jack the ripper

God's:Hades,buddha, poseidon

(and if you do this I want to say thank you!♡︎)

-Throughout history, many have argued who in fact was the first true king. This age-old question had led to bitter wars and numerous arguments and debates throughout the world.

-Only a few, the earliest inhabitants of earth, knew the truth of the true first king of the world. A fierce warrior and even greater leader, he led his people from the brink of destruction to flourish and live without any suffering.

-His name was Y/N, and if you were an avid history buff, you might have seen his name a few times, but as he existed before pre-recorded history, not much is known about him or that he was even a king.

-Handsome and imposing, he looked intimidating, but it was the aura of a king, of a leader, one who would defend and lead his people himself.

-His most recognizable feature was a tattoo on his face, of a red snake, intricately detailed, but instead of hiding his beauty, it enhanced it, highlighting his features.

-Y/N was one of the first humans to be brought back to Valhalla, dying a hero’s death, protecting a child from a bandit and has since lived in the lap of luxury ever since.

-You enjoyed surprising others, mainly kings, who came to Valhalla, proving that you were the first king and you lorded that over them, your arrogance being fueled by their rage as they weren’t able to refute it.

-Qin Shi Huang became a good friend to you, being the first emperor and the two of you were very similar in personality, both being very confident and arrogant, but you both had the skills and experience to back it up with.

-If anyone were to compare the clothes you wear, they would say it’s similar to Qin Shi Huang’s own clothes, only red in color and more ornate, with fine intricate details, but to the trained eye, they were very different.

-Pairing your fine clothes with long claw fingertip rings made you look like Qin Shi Huang’s ancestor, but there was no connection, you weren’t even from the same part of the world!

-Brunnhilde disliked dealing with you, as you could be a pain in the ass at times, but when Ragnarok was announced, you were one of the first she approached, because your strength and skills were unmatched, something she told you.

-You agreed to fight, and she told you that you were a secret back up fighter, just in case if the gods tried to do anything sneaky, which she knew they would try, and you agreed to her terms, keeping quiet about your position, mainly because you wanted to surprise everyone when you got to fight, because you knew that you would get to fight.

-Chernabog, a deity of evil was suddenly announced as the next fighter and Brunnhilde was scrambling, looking for a fighter before laughter filled her ears.

-She turned with a slight scowl as you were walking towards her, holding your weapon of choice, a massive red scythe, over your shoulder, “Yo Brunnhilde! Looks to me like you need a hand!” she sighed softly in relief as she agreed, knowing you could handle yourself as you walked by, putting a hand on the top of her head, petting affectionately like she was a child which earned you a small pout, but you could sense her elation.

-When you were being introduced as the first king of the world, many who knew you cheered, knowing what a warrior you were, while others who didn’t know about you got a quick history lesson that you were indeed the first king of the world but because you lived before recorded history, nobody knew this but it was true!!

-You spun your scythe easily around your neck, facing off against the massive hulking demon god who looked furious, but you had a feeling he always looked like that.

-You made it look easy, not getting a single scratch on you, and you weren’t even taking things seriously! You looked like you were playing a cat and mouse game with one of the strongest gods out there!! Pairing your scythe with your claws, you were easily tearing Chernabog to shreds!!

-Many of the gods were furious, seeing your strength before you spun your scythe, pointing up at them, “Unlike you lot who have been sitting on your asses for the past millennia- I’ve been training and working hard!”

-Your arrogance was irritating but you were showing that you could back it up and you had the gods quickly eating their words, much to your glee.

-Qin Shi Huang- Was holding his stomach in pain because he had been laughing so hard, seeing you enter and playing around with your opponent- you weren’t even fighting seriously!! Could only watch in amusement as his good friend easily beat his own opponent, leaving you walking out the victor, not a hair out of place as you whistled happily as you headed backstage. When you met up with him a short while later, you pouted, annoyed, “He wasn’t even that strong!” which made your friend laugh again as you leaned into him, your pout increasing, “At least you can give me what I want!” He heard the flirt in your words, as you were a shameless flirt, but then again, so was he, “I’ll always give you want you want~” Brunnhilde couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she passed, hearing the two of you being flirty.

-Nikola- Had sparkly eyes, seeing you using your weapons with such delicate grace, using momentum to make your attacks stronger. Was amazed at how easily you defeated your opponent, walking out the victor while Chernabog was wheeled out on a stretcher. Nikola had difficulties with his own fight, almost winning himself, but in the end, he lost. Once you got backstage you were surprised to see Nikola charging towards you and he skidded to a halt in front of you, having huge sparkling eyes and began to rapidly fire questions about your technique, asking about the science behind your style. He amused you and was appealing to the eye as well, and you cupped his chin, a grin on your face, “Quite the looker aren’t you? Come with me, I’ll answer your questions while we have some tea together.” Nikola turned bright red at your shameless flirting, which you thought was cute before he followed after you as you began to answer his questions.

-Jack- Was impressed with your skills in your fight, you looked like you were born to be a warrior and he couldn’t help but smile, seeing the color of your soul, it was such a beautiful blend of joy and annoyance. He could tell you were disappointed in your match, you wanted a challenge, but you were having fun. You literally ran into each other backstage, both of you rounding the corner at the same time. You were more solid, so Jack was the one to fall back but you quickly lunged and caught him, arm going around his waist as your other hand caught his own, minding your claws. He was stunned before his face quickly went red, trying to pull away from you and you grinned, giving him a wink, “Can’t say I blame you for falling for me!” Jack was quickly standing, trying to regain control of himself but you couldn’t help but smile at his lingering blush, “Thank you for preventing me from falling, sir. I apologize for bumping into you.” You just grinned, flirting a bit more, taking his hand and pecking the back of it, “I’m not bothered, but I won’t say no to learning your name.” Jack was completely tomato red, which made you want to tease him even more- he was so cute!

-Hades- Was very impressed with your skills, you made it look so easy and it made him wonder how powerful you really were. He was still aching from his own match with Qin Shi Huang, who was by no means a pushover. Hades knew firsthand that humans were way stronger than they looked and you were no exception. You made him curious and not many humans were able to grab and keep his attention. When he sought you out after your match, he wasn’t expecting you to be such a gremlin, teasing him about losing to Qin Shi Huang. He surprised you by pinning you to the wall, telling you to watch your mouth and you immediately grinned, “Oh~ I didn’t know the king of the underworld was so bold~ careful now- I just might have to call for help~” you were so shameless- openly flirting with him as he stepped back from you, going to leave and you instantly grin, going after him, now that you had a taste, “Aww don’t be shy- I’m sure Qin Shi Huang wouldn’t mind sharing with me~” Hades didn’t know what he got himself into with the two of you, already feeling a headache coming on.

-Buddha- The two of you have met before, long ago as you were in Valhalla before he arrived, something you liked to tease him about, and the two of you got along well over your fondness for hating gods and eating snacks. There were many who also thought the two of you were dating, with how openly and shambles you both flirted with each other, but whenever anyone asked, the both of you just said you were friends. He couldn’t help but grin, watching you fight- he knew you were extremely strong as you sparred with him all the time and you could hold your own against Buddha, so Chernabog was going to be a cake walk for you. When you entered the waiting room you were sharing with Buddha you beamed, “I’m back darling!” and he grinned from his spot on the couch in the room, “Welcome back love~” you dove into his arms as Brunnhilde rolled her eyes, seeing the nauseating display of affection, “You sure you two aren’t dating?” Buddha grinned, sending her a wink, “Aww~ are you jealous Bru-chan? I’ll always have room in my heart for you~ but no we’re not dating.” she sent him a small glare, crossing her arms over her chest, speaking sarcastically, “And I’m the Queen of Valhalla.” Instantly both you and Buddha bowed to her, speaking in unison, “‘Your majesty!’” she left you both with a large steaming lump on your heads as you two roared with laughter before she left, giving you a small nod, thanking you for winning, which made you beam.

-Poseidon- As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Poseidon no longer underestimated humans, especially after suffering such a humiliating defeat at the hands of ‘history’s greatest loser’ who had never won a fight before. Watching you fight was more proof of humanity’s strength as you were easily beating a god who was notoriously powerful. He leaned his cheek on his hand, a bored look on his face as he watched the match, a little curious about how strong you actually were. After your match he sought you out, wanting to ask for a match, wanting to test your skills against his own as he spoke, “I want to have a round with you.” You looked over and instantly grinned, seeing the sea god, “Oh~ so bold~ at least buy me dinner first.” His trident was instantly against your neck, a dark glare on his face, shadows covering everything except for his glaring eyes, as he hadn’t meant it in that way, but boy you were having fun, “Oooh~ so kinky I didn’t know that gods we- GURK!!” he grabbed you by your throat, going to end you here and now for your disrespectful and shameless flirting before you managed to wheeze out, while sending him a wink, “Harder~” he dropped you on your ass before turning and you were quick to scramble to your fee, chasing after him, “Wait don’t leave! You can’t tease me like that then leave me hanging!” Poseidon has no idea what he has started.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror qin shi huang #ror nikola tesla #ror jack the ripper #ror hades #ror buddha #ror poseidon

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just-a-strange-boy · 1 year

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boiling tempers

He might be an excellent neurosurgeon and your colleague, but Stephen Strange has the talent of winding you up like no other person can. After a surgery nearly goes wrong, you finally clash.

Pairing: Surgeon!Stephen Strange x Male Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), hate sex, rough sex, unprotected, semi-public, mature language, one act of physical violence, mentions of surgery, Stephen being an asshole

A/N: we all feel some type of way about surgeon strange, don't we?

There was not a single human being that annoyed you more than Doctor Stephen fucking Strange.

Maybe it was his stupidly smug face, the cold look of superiority he tended to wear, trying to convince everyone that yeah, he was the best neurosurgeon and yeah, he did perform miracles on the human nervous system and no, your disease just simply wasn't good enough to be treated by him.

Maybe it was his arrogance, the way he put himself above the rest of the hospital staff, his dismissive stance on cases that were not challenging and therefore not deserving of being put on his surgical records.

Perhaps it was the way he talked down to other nurses and doctors alike, the way he never even spared as much as a glance or a tight-lipped “Hello” when crossing familiar faces in the hallway, going along his day like there was no other as good as Stephen Strange.

It irked you that you couldn't even deny him all of the fame and praise he earned, considering the fact that he was actually the best neurosurgeon the country could offer and he did damn good work.

That also unfortunately ensured him the top spot at the Metro General, which was the perfect opportunity to be an absolute dick to others and most turned a blind eye at his behavior.

The directors board of the hospital was most pleased to have Strange as their top neurosurgeon – any hospital would have – but that likely had to do with his abilities and definitely not with his personality. Doctors, students and nurses were in adoration of his surgical skills, marveling how Strange spoke about his work and how passionate he was about taking on cases (if worthy of his attention), and of course mooning over his looks.

Though did anyone of them possibly think he was a great person?

He was a great surgeon, sure. You could admit to that. You had quite a bit of respect for the work he did, unmatched in his capability and passion. An excellent, fast and hard working doctor, definitely admirable for his accomplishments, truly someone to look up to – for as long as he was in his scrubs in the OR, fingers busy with reattaching nerves or scrambling around in other people's brains.

The one and only Doctor Strange sure messed with your brain too.

If that weren't already enough... being around him was simply unavoidable.

Because the doctor was not only head neurosurgeon, making you – after years of studying, going through multiple exams and with a good eight years of work experience under your belt, now a perfectly capable surgical assistant – his stepping rug on every opportunity. No, he also happened to be a friend of Christine's.

How she had come to find someone like Strange even bearable in the first place was a huge mystery to you.

When you had first started at the Metro as a surgical assistant, working alongside resident doctors day by day, Christine had been one of your first good friends here and you quickly learned of her admittedly very silly crush on Stephen Strange.

You had heard more than enough about it. The way he had denied any of her advances straight away. How he had downright refusing to date her, up until the point that she had finally decided to put an end to trying and accepted they were never going to be anything besides friends.

Friendship seemed to work just fine for them. She still continued to spend time with him on the regular, plenty even, and you never really understood why. Her connection to the neurosurgeon was by all means strange – having asked times and times again what she might gain out of it, Christine never really went into detail why she was enduring the way he was. And god forbid, why she was even caring for him in this way.

Who knew what kind of secret Strange was hiding that made him actually likable in her eyes? Whatever it was, Christine kept it to herself. All she ever said was "He's not that bad when you get to know him."

You sure as hell didn't want to get to know him any more than you already did.

It was worse enough that you had to see him all the time.

He was in Christine's presence constantly – loitering around her office whenever they had a second of time to spare or interfering in lunch breaks and conversations you had meant to have with her. Of course, they were colleagues and their shared work was commendable, so in some way it seemed like Strange counted a lot on her opinion – whether it was going over cases together, creating a new surgical procedure, bothering her with preparation for speeches or events.

There was not a day you didn't run into him at the hospital either. As to be expected, you mostly saw him in the OR, where you had to assist him because it was your job, where you had to do his bidding in order to ensure a successful surgery. You never let your opinion of Strange influence the way you worked with him, passing tools from hand to hand. If anything, you've learned plenty about neurosurgery and the surgeon himself in your time assisting him.

But being constantly put on the same shifts with Strange also meant you saw a lot more of him during an entire work week than you would have wanted to. All you got to see of him outside the OR was not convincing you to seek out even more of him.

Plus, you were pretty sure that Stephen Strange had no fucking interest in getting to know you either. He knew you were friends with Christine, he seemed to hold no grudge against you personally, had never complained about the times you worked together at the operating table, but he was as indifferent as he always was with others. Constantly referring to you by your last name. Tending to ignore you whenever you came across each other in Christine's presence. Certainly not going out of his way to be particularly nice to you.

Sometimes you understood.

Neurosurgery was nothing for the faint of heart.

They all took hours and hours in the OR sometimes, remaining up on their feet and concentrated for a really long time. Surgeries were challenging, nerve-wrecking, tiring. Emergencies were most stressful. Of course, everything had to be in place for the head surgeon right in time, everyone needed to be prepared for complications at the worst times, everyone needed to stay focused and ready for the surgeon's requirements.

That was the job you had signed up for and you didn't require Doctor Strange to use a kind tone in the OR. You didn't mind that he scoffed at his staff occasionally or that he wasn't thanking you for doing the basic assistant work.

What you minded was that Strange sometimes used others as a personal punching bag when something wasn't going right, making sure to point out everyone's mistakes, except his own of course.

And this had almost gone terribly wrong.

Though it was neither your teams nor the doctor's fault that the scans had failed to show the true expense of the tumor of your most recent patient, it was a certain someone's fault for wanting to make the impossible possible.

The entire surgical team had advised Stephen Strange not to do it, to not even try to touch that tumor after opening the patient up, but he had been so convinced of his surgical skills that he tried it anyways, wanting to please his own god complex like he just loved to do.

Only a couple of minutes later, though working with a calm and steady hand as usual, he had to calmly admit to his personal mistake and stopped whatever he had planned in his genius mind when he noticed he had underestimated that tumor, having unfortunately triggered some hemorrhage that disabled him to keep on operating. Instead of a resection, he now had to opt for clipping the bleeding, which was a difficult and stressful change of action for the lot of them – not impossible, but looking at the great schemes of things preventable, had he listened.

The team had barely managed to stabilize the patient's condition after he had done his best to fix the mistake.

You could tell that Strange was in a sour mood, his inflated ego having taken quite the damage after realizing that playing god didn't work out for him so well sometimes and needing to admit his personal failure, while he was closing the patient up again, tumor remaining in place.

Even so, you thought he should count himself lucky and were thoroughly relieved that him acting out had not taken this man's life. But you bit your tongue, not wanting to drop a negative comment about what had happened to the surgeon himself, who was already tense and on edge from his failed attempt.

Instead you had decided to say something nice, whatever had made you get this idea.

"I've never seen such a massive tumor. It would have taken hours of preparation to even ensure a partial resection. Let alone a miracle to get rid of it entirely", you so casually mentioned to the doctor as you were getting changed side by side like so often, the only two remaining in the locker room.

You were hardly ever chatty around him, neither was he with you. And yeah, you were very aware he could get nasty in one of his moods, so perhaps opening your mouth to him now wasn't a smart decision. However, you were a fairly decent person, his colleague, showing sympathy when it was due, and you were under the impression that he could use a kind word.

Stephen Strange was arrogant and a downright asshole sometimes, but only human – and like any other person he had made a mistake, a lapse of judgment. While it shouldn't have happened in the OR or almost cost a person's life, there was no way of turning time back to prevent it. He had owned up to it by admitting his defeat and would carry the possible consequences.

"It was the right decision to stop. A good decision. You did what you could. Going on would have been too big of a risk and I'm glad you managed to clip it entirely."

Strange grumbled a little, seemingly ignoring your comment at first and wordlessly slipping out of his scrubs to reveal a sight you knew all too well for getting undressed in the same room quite regularly.

And dear lord, the sight of him only.

You were too defeated after the chaos in the OR to keep yourself from looking. Wasn't it annoying how good he looked too? As much as you hated his smug face, he was a painfully attractive man. Taking good care of himself and his body, certainly fitting in the occasional work-out between shifts. What he lacked in personality, decency for one, this body made up.

Judging by looks alone, couldn't let your gaze wander too often or obvious, the man was likely sporting a big dick too – and to say the least, Strange might not have been very desirable when it came to character, but you were certain he would be a good fuck.

"Bleeding was horrid, yeah, but as I said... a partial resection still should have been possible. But for that I would need a team that backs me up when it gets critical and doesn't retreat when things seem a little more challenging", the surgeon eventually spoke, “Didn't help that everyone was so stressed out all of the sudden, threw me a little off guard.”

As soon as he had opened his mouth, every positive impression or thought you had ever harvested for him seemed to instantly leave the room, the building, the city and Earth itself. His enormous ego was once again infuriating you.

The audacity alone to claim what he had just said made you see red.

Everyone on your surgical team was used to Strange, he was used to all of you. You worked together well, hand in hand, especially when things were tough!

It wasn't any of your jobs to kiss his ass because it suited him better, and that very well included giving him counterpoints in the OR, in order to prevent him from pushing past the limits. Which he had done. Which would have gone wrong hadn't you all been there to assist him in undoing the mistake.

And yet he had just said that, convinced of his god-like ability, accusing your team was at fault, denying that he was fallible like any other human being.

While you had really meant to be nice to him and not to scratch his already vulnerable ego any further, that was one word too much.

Stephen Strange had the talent of winding you up like no one else could.

"With all respect, doctor, you can count yourself lucky that this man is still alive and didn't end up in the morgue like he almost did", you eventually snapped and it sure must have looked ridiculous: you in your underwear, furious with rage, significantly smaller than Strange himself, as you faced him.

No smug look on his face anymore, but a suddenly darkened expression, jaw tensing, his facial muscles twitching in annoyance, Strange went from zero to one-hundred real quick too.

"Watch your mouth", he snarled, sharply addressing you with your last name like he always did, though not looking any less ridiculous in his underwear. He stepped towards you with a somewhat threatening intention, obviously wanting to impose.

Strange was a broad man, healthy, strong, could have easily overpowered you. You noticed that his whole body had gone rigid with tension, fists clenched, muscles visibly tense, and on any other day you might have gladly allowed yourself to admire the sight, but not today.

You both kept your stances.

"Yeah, or what?", you spoke through gritted teeth.

"I'm warning you here", Strange replied, the air between the two of you intense and heavy with both your frustrations. Any more tension and the air might have cracked under the pressure. "Don't push it, boy. Only because you're Christine's friend doesn't mean I won't get you into serious trouble with the board."

"Threatening me now, doctor? Oh, you must really think you're so untouchable, don't you?", you snarled right back at him, almost butting heads together, so close to one another like never before, only a sliver away from actually touching.

"I'm just saying it how it is. You're a huge asshole, never able to look past your own arrogance, and you'd know how much people actually despised you if you looked left and right sometimes."

"And you're an insolent and incompetent brat. This behavior is entirely unprofessional", Strange spewed, anger and frustration glowing in his eyes, written all over his face, "and I will make sure you're going to regret this."

"You're not any better, Strange", you spoke with sheer despise and must have looked just as frustrated, facing him like this, not backing down, absolutely enraged by his stupid threats and the simple overestimation of his own person.

Brows furrowed, nostrils blowing furiously, so up in each others personal space that you felt his warm, heavy breath on him, standing there in nothing but your underwear, bodies tense with every single second and then... all hell broke loose.

Strange took another step forward, grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you backwards into the lockers, with a little more force than you had initially expected. The sudden impact made you groan in pain, your back colliding with the cold metal doors, as the other man now held you wedged between them and him.

Your heart leaped in your chest, your breath hitched for a moment. Because you hadn't expected this form of aggressiveness from him, the sheer dominance, getting so physical when it could get him in serious trouble to assault someone in such a way, even as a doctor. Especially as a doctor.

But facing him like this, it wasn't fear that surged through your body. No, definitely not fear. It turned you on.

"Fuck you", you just said, trying to push back and shove him away, slamming the flats of your palms against his pecs. Though when you noticed that you had no way of escaping, Strange's hot and tense body keeping you trapped, him being so much stronger than you were, your brain simply short-circuited.

Instead of struggling against him further, you leaned towards him and clashed your mouths together in a whim, immediately thinking to yourself that whatever you were doing right was really foolish.

You would have expected anything from this unpredictable man, being shoved to the side, being called slurs, perhaps even being truly physically hurt after doing something so ridiculously stupid – but all the doctor did, while seemingly surprised by the action, was pressing his mouth right back onto yours, almost hungrily, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

Strange was responding to your attempt of a kiss, the both of you pouring all of your sheer anger into it. Teeth clashing and biting, tongues plundering each others mouths, he kept you pressed up against the locker with all of his body, his hands holding you in place, nudging his thigh between your legs which definitely added onto your undeniable arousal.

"You're terrible and I hate you", you groaned against his lips once gasping for air, though wasting no time to pull him in close again, hand sliding into the doctor's hair as you tugged hard on it, the other finding his upper back, fingers digging into his shoulders to a point where you knew it was likely going to hurt him.

You were hoping it would leave stinging marks for him to remember this.

"Feeling's mutual", Strange hissed into the kiss, thigh pressing further into your growing hardness, holding onto your waist with a firm grip, fingers digging into your skin so tightly that you almost hoped they would bruise you too.

"Look at you, like a little slut, getting all hard and desperate when someone treats you like deserve it", he continued on, the low gravel of his voice sending shivers up your spine, the bite of his harsh words even more so sparking your arousal.

"Yeah, as if you're not into it", you replied immediately, knowing that Strange was hard too, feeling him pressed up against your leg. Something within you screamed to be taken apart right here, like this, wanted the doctor to use you, to fuck the frustration right out of the both of you. You had no idea why that sounded like such a good idea.

"Why not be a man of your word and put me in my place?", you asked quietly, suggestively, kissing him hard once again, catching his lip between your teeth and biting down, earning yourself a scowl.

When Strange pulled away, you could make out his dark pupils dilating in those icy blue eyes, a gaze full of lust, his lips parted with heavy breaths seeping through, red and swollen.

He didn't reply anything and let go for a moment to grab you hard by the shoulders again, urging you to turn around. You could hardly stop yourself from being shoved into the lockers again, bracing yourself up against them with your hands, back arched, displaying your ass to him quite nicely.

“Remember you asked for it”, he growled then, seeming amenable to give you what you what, pushing his hips into yours. Now you could definitely feel that Strange was hard, pressing up against the curve of your ass.

You reveled in the feeling for a moment, fearing that it might be gone in the blink of an eye, but something told you he wasn't going to let it go now. He wouldn't back down, not after this amount of disrespect.

As it happened to be, without a single precaution, he nearly ripped your underwear off you, leaving you entirely bare and in anticipation of whatever he was going to do to next. You were shuddering, the cold of the room brushing over your body, goosebumps forming, but remained standing steady even as the doctor's hands returned to you.

Skilled surgeons hands, kneading your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, as fingers delved between them, brushing over your needy hole. Even just the touch made your breath hitch, feeling his fingertips circling the sensitive ring of muscles, and god, your cock was already stirring in interest, leaking a pathetic trickle of precum.

How was he turning you on this much?

"Do you have any idea how much you rile me up all the fucking time? How often you make me want to bend you over the operating table? How much I want to teach you a lesson whenever you're getting snappy in the OR? You're such a damn brat, it makes me wanna do all kinds of things to you", Strange mewled into your ear, kissing the spot behind it, moving down to suck hard on your neck again, bruising you, biting you, “I bet you'll look so pretty on my cock. Gonna fuck you raw, would you like that?”

"You owe it to me, Strange", you moaned, surprised by his words. Him? Riled up by you? Wanting to bend him over? Wanting to discipline him? For how long had he been having these fantasies?

He didn't leave you much time to go on wondering. You heard the man spit then, feeling a trickle of wetness being spread around your hole, a single digit easing into you, accompanied by the slight burn of the stretch, though not unfamiliar.

Would have been better with preparation, but this would do. You would let him fuck you like this.

"I knew you were gonna be a real cockslut", the doctor mused but seemed to be a man of his word, spreading more of his spit over your hole, working you open with precise movements, like one would expect from someone with such skilled hands. Two fingers in, you couldn't have cared any less if anyone found the two of you like this. You were gone and beyond as those fingers found your sweet spot, their intrusion leaving a nice burning stretch, then brushing over your prostate, making your cock jolt in response, a moan slipping passed your lips.

"Gosh, can't you just fuck me already?", you begged, thighs already shaking from the stimulation, especially the way he seemed so keen on prodding your prostate all over again.

"Oh, we're getting there and I'll make sure you'll remember it well", Strange growled at you, pulling his fingers back, "Gonna make you feel me all night, all day, all week. Every time you get in here, every time you see me in the OR, you'll think of this.”

It sounded more like a promise than a threat though. You just knew Strange would fuck you unforgettably well. It wouldn't matter how rough or angry it would be, and you craved to feel it all week, even just as a reminder that you had fucked Stephen Strange, out of all people.

"Stop talking so much", you bit back, feeling the tip of the doctor's cock gently nudging your hole, smearing more spit and his own precum all over you, before finally pushing in, the intrusion of his impressive length making you gasp.

The long-awaited stretch of a cock inside of you was sudden and damn, Strange was filling you out good, to the point where you certainly needed a moment to adjust to all his girth and might, finding it hard to breathe.

Balling your hands into fists, you took deep breaths through your nose, but pressed back into him, making sure to allow all of the man in. “G-god, knew you'd have a huge cock”, you huffed out, eyes squeezed shut, knowing that it would do nothing but stroke his ego. However you just didn't care about the size of it anymore now that he was fully sheathed inside of you, leaving you rather focused on the size of something else.

"Fuck, you're damn tight", the doctor groaned, stilling inside of you for a moment, noticing that you needed the time to get used to him, which was in some way almost kind. His large, precise hands came to rest on your waist, holding onto you, absentmindedly stroking the skin there.

"Already regretting this?", he mocked, fingers squeezing into the softness of your flesh, but didn't start moving yet.

"No", you huffed, unashamed to add the next comment as you deemed yourself more than ready, "And you should start moving before I get bored."

That certainly stirred up a fire in Strange again, though perhaps less out of anger and frustration, now shrouded with desire and lust and the challenge to make you feel all of him. He began moving painstakingly slow at first, pulling slightly back before thrusting into you without holding back, and then settled quickly on fucking you hard and deep, filling you out so perfectly, hitting that sweet spot within you immediately.

The two of you were soon enough in a complete trance, Strange's eager and hard thrusts, his cock stretching you out all over again, both of you moaning and groaning and panting heavily, your legs almost giving in as the rapid strokes sent a shudder through your entire body, the metal of the locker doors rattling under the sheer force of your coupling.

You couldn't focus on anything else than the waves of pleasure all through your body, the thought that you liked being used by Strange like this, how glad you were the anger and the frustration was fucked right out of you by the exact man who had riled you up like that in the first place. A man you riled up just as much, who had apparently waited to put you into your place for a long time now.

The grip on your hips was bruising, Strange's mouth must have left marks all over your neck, your shoulders, your upper back, as he kept on latching onto you everywhere he could reach – and you would most certainly feel the sting of being stretched out so wonderfully whenever you would try to sit down the next few days. You found it harder and harder to keep yourself upright, still bracing yourself against the lockers.

As you could feel your orgasm beginning to hit hard, crawling up your spine, white hot flashes etching in your brain, you quickly reached down to grab your painfully hard cock, tugging on yourself as the hard thrusts into you sent you over the edge, your hole clenching around the man's length, eager to keep him in place, trapping him inside of you.

Strange made an ungodly noise as you tightened around him, slumping forwards against your back and coming to his own undoing. With his head coming to rest on shoulder, cock buried within you to the hilt, he spilled himself inside of you, holding onto you as both your orgasms completely ruled over you.

It took you a while to come down from that high. The rush of passion and adrenaline had long passed, your head found some clearance again.

You sighed loudly, breathing hard, sweaty and definitely in need of a shower now. There was a distinctive ache in your body and you grew awfully aware he was still inside of you.

Strange's arm came around your middle and he simply held onto you instead of drawing away. You almost found yourself a little puzzled when the man nuzzled your neck, placing an almost gentle kiss on it, and even more so by the way you weren't fully disliking his embrace.

He asked you an odd question then too. You hadn't expected it. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah... yeah, I think I am", you answered after a moment of silence, only now noticing the mess you had made, your own cum having spurted onto one of the lockers, on the floor, covering your hand too. Even though you were sticky and kinda sore, it made you grin. He'd sure fucked you good.

You were definitely going to feel the burn for days to come and would not forget about your interaction any time soon. You sure hoped that neither would he.

"Are you?", you asked him, not even knowing why you were trying to respond with the same kindness. It didn't match the situation at all, didn't match the smell of sex hanging in the air, didn't match the fact you had literally just fucked your frustration out of each other, the argument entirely dissolved – for Lord's sake, you could feel his cum trickling down your thighs, once Strange eased his hold and pulled out of you, and yet you were chatting each other up so casually.

"More than", the doctor admitted, "I think we settled that argument at least."

You wriggled out of his grip, turning around in his arms, facing the man that now seemed a lot more relaxed and calm, not angry or upset anymore in the slightest, though just as messy and disheveled as yourself.

The tension had just been whiffed away.

"We did", you mused, oddly talkative after just getting your brain fucked out.

You pondered whether to say something else, whether to just shut up and go your ways, whether to confront him about what had just happened and what it would mean for the two of you.

He was still looking at you, questioning, perhaps even waiting for you to add something. So after a slight pause, you did.

"What happened in the OR today was unfortunate. What you said made me angry and sure, you're an arrogant asshole and I don't agree with the things you do sometimes. I get annoyed by you on the regular, but I didn't actually mean it when I said that I hate you. If anything, I'm kind of surprised by you.”

“Why, didn't think I'd dare to fuck you?”, Strange chuckled, probably unsure what you were meaning to tell him – you didn't quite know yourself – and no longer looked at you in disapproval, but like he was in good spirits. There was this cockiness to him again, something to usually disliked, though in the afterglow it more so wanted to make you smile.

“Well yeah”, you shrugged, “Didn't think you'd be interested.”

“I was pissed off after fucking up and then of course it had to be you approaching me. So as I've said... I've been feeling some type of way about you before. I shouldn't have said you're incompetent, because you're not. I find you irritating and annoying. You are a brat, no doubt, and I've wanted to fuck that out of you for a long time. Didn't think you'd let me, especially not that way. It was kinda hot", he replied nonchalantly, bending down to pick up both your underwear from the ground, handing yours over.

“So you're saying you're actually into me?”

“I said I wanted to put you in your place and fuck you, which I just did. But maybe, just maybe, Christine is right after all and I should get to know you."

"Funny. She told me the same thing", you responded, opening your locker to grab a towel and the bag with toiletries, thinking that you would now definitely have to hit the showers, needing to get rid of all your traces, at least the once you could get rid of. Your skin was stinging was his marks and you sure were sore. But damn, hadn't that been just worth it.

It was weird to suddenly see Strange in such a different light.

"Well, considering she might have a point, we cleared the air, we both know the sex will be good... maybe we could go for a coffee sometime?", he asked, picking his own stuff from the locker.

"Asking me on a date now, Doctor Strange?", you wondered, looking him over in all his naked glory and musing whether it would really be a good idea to get to know him beyond the OR, not quite knowing where the change of heart came from all of the sudden. Couldn't have just been the sex, could it?

You had always felt some type of way about Stephen Strange. It usually hadn't been very positive and it didn't help you faced a bunch of conflicting feelings now, not knowing what to make of this.

He would certainly make for another good fuck, you had no doubts about that, and it would be worth it, if going for a coffee together meant getting to fuck him in a proper bed some day. Strange would certainly still make you mad and put you off plenty of times, especially with his attitude and all, but as had been proven today, it definitely ensured some hot sex.

Could it be more than just sex one day? Maybe it was a bit too early to think about that.

"Would it be that weird if I was? I already fucked you, so I might as well go on a coffee date with you", Strange shrugged, looking you over in return, eyes raking over you like he could have devoured you another time right there, right then.

"Look at you being all chivalrous. Do you even know my first name, doctor?", you couldn't repress the cheeky question.

"Don't be silly, I can read a name tag. Though I think, brat suits you just fine", the older man stated, giving you a wink and a cocky smile, before throwing the towel over his shoulder and heading off to the bathroom.

Stephen Strange sure was a man to behold.

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genre: hogwarts au | notes: just my own personal interpretations & ideas so you are welcome to disagree! i thought long and hard about these... :P & i really worked a lot so hope u guys enjoy!!! wanna do hcs for these guys too !

★ part of the "harry potter" series

“I’ve done this job for centuries, on every student’s head I’ve sat, of thoughts I take inventories, for I’m the famous Sorting Hat, I’ve sorted high, I’ve sorted low, I’ve done the job through thick and thin / So put me on and you will know / Which House you should be in.”

GRYFFINDOR ; levi, jean, connie, historia, furlan, colt, marcel.

levi is one of the bravest men in the attack on titan universe, and i think in a modern timeline, he would still be incredibly brave, loyal and fiercely focused. he is honest and knows that what he believes in is his own personal truth. at hogwarts, levi would be less inclined to participate in house rivalry and cares little for his sigil, but i think his personality suits gryffindor -- he is candid and upfront, but not sinister. not exactly unfriendly, but a little distanced, but protective when provoked.

jean, like levi, is known for his bravery and courage, naturally taking a leadership role. he would be a role-model for many younger (and even older) gryffindors and would find pride in his colours and sigil. he is very level-headed and can be ignorant and conceited, but he does what he thinks is the right thing to do rather than what he personally wants.

connie is sometimes irrational, but with a strong heart of gold like the sigil of gryffindor. like a lion, connie's moods change and he can be a little bit flustered, and easily led by others, but his loyalty to his personal causes and to his friends are unmatched. although not the bravest person in gryffindor, connie's slow-wit makes for sharp humour and a natural comforting aura that gryffindor's adore and cling to. if he had to, connie would fight for a cause, but just because he needs more time to feel brave than others does not mean that he is a coward.

historia can easily put her life on the line for a cause she believes in, and i could see her being perfect in gryffindor. occasionally, historia can be reckless and bold, trying to challenge a norm, but she is also level-headed and intelligent enough to know when a fight is not hers to win or lose. she is heroic, sometimes pointlessly, but renowned for her generosity, cleverness and loyalty that needs no house colours.

furlan is a shadow, enjoying the buzz of gryffindor and bringing his selective energy to a group. he is smart, and hardworking, but sometimes selective on who to give his time to and when to give it, making him perfect for the spectrum of gryffindor that is down to earth and chill. yet he has the charisma of a lion, proud of his house and his own being, slightly toeing the line of arrogance when wanted.

marcel & colt share the same qualities of being undying devotees. they will be the poster boys for gryffindor, excelling in all notable traits, the textbook definition of a gryffindor. even when they are not in their house colours, their personalities are so in tune with the expected qualities of a gryffindor that those around them are acutely aware of what house they belong to. not slightly intimidating or unkind, they are the kinds of gryffindors who people just like, who stay out of trouble when preferred but can stir up a conversation when the situation demands it.

“You might belong in Gryffindor / Where dwell the brave at heart / Their daring, nerve, and chivalry / Set Gryffindors apart.”

HUFFLEPUFF ; reiner, falco, sasha, marco, isabel, niccolo

reiner struggles, but he will not go down without a fight. he is one of the most hardworking students in both his house and year (a fact known by many) and he seemingly dominates on the quidditch fields. he is the big brother of his house, helping break the stereotype of a hufflepuff being weak, irrelevant, uninspiring. reiner always felt like an outsider to hufflepuff, thinking he had a lack of moral code, an occasional blurring of right and wrong, a streak of competitiveness unlike other hufflepuffs. but he is laid back and accepting, friendly and empathetic, wanting to live peacefully and often getting dragged into conflicts by his peers or by those who see him as competition. he is very modest, often downplaying his own greatness, enjoying the life as a hufflepuff as it keeps him away from the buzz, just the way he likes it.

falco is shy, cheerful, inquisitive, everything that embodies a hufflepuff. he is extremely open-minded, happy to have his opinion changed if somebody can explain it to him well enough. falco avoids confrontations, enjoying friendships with other students and if he can't seek a friendship, then it's better to avoid them all together. he is studious, but not keen on homework, doing his best and doing it so that it satisfies him is important!

sasha is curious, often obnoxious and loud and over the top, but with no hard feelings and a bubbly personality that reeks of forced friendliness. sasha won't argue with somebody who is standing in her way- like a small animal, with special connections to the earth, sasha would rather accept defeat and cooperate than confront. but she is willing to stand up for things she personally believes in, vicious like a badger. if she saw anybody teaming up on those less able to defend themselves, one could imagine sasha and reiner teaming up to show other houses that the badgers can bite, too, and not all hufflepuff's are docile.

marco is too trusting, making him suited to hufflepuff due to his slight naivety, but general good heart and will. he is unproblematic and calm, with a smile on his face, giving the impression of slight lunacy or absurd friendliness. marco is always willing to help those in need, but can easily retract that kindness as quick as he gives if he feels that person is undeserving of his help. he is academically inclined enough, taking inspiration from several hufflepuff celebrities who went on to be big names in the wizard world, but sometimes lacking social awareness, making him a character more comfortable in his own environment surrounded by his own people as opposed to in the hub of student life.

isabel is cheerful, loyal and just- three fine traits that make her a perfect hufflepuff family member. but don't assume that the yellow robes make her a pushover. unlike some of her classmates, isabel knows how to put someone in their place, often giving the impression that isabel would have been perfect in any house. that being said, she is driven by a crowd, more confident with her friends and will likely be afraid to stand up for herself or others if she didn't have the support of her friends around her. isabel is not held back by the house segregations, and can often be seen around other house tables. isabel is like a spirit carrying herself to any student who she finds interesting, but if they bite, she might need a few days to fess up to one of her friends about what happened before she finds the courage to show them that they messed with the wrong girl.

niccolo has few interests, but enjoys the hufflepuff common room because of the location, submerged near the kitchens. he is slightly snobbish, but finds that the equality of hufflepuff was exactly what he needed to loosen up. he isn't the most academically inclined, and isn't too interested in being big or bold or brave. he is peaceful, practical- keeping his skills and interests personal and not often trying to make friends with others.

“You might belong in Hufflepuff / Where they are just and loyal / Those patient Hufflepuffs are true / And unafraid of toil.”

RAVENCLAW ; hange, armin, gabi, hitch, pieck, yelena, onyankopon

hange is eccentric, sometimes even seen as outlandish and crazy, but their intelligence is renowned enough to earn them a spot in the ravenclaw tower. they are incredibly philosophical, yearning to know more about the world and deep diving into certain studies that are of interest to them. they aren't necessarily the smartest person at hogwarts, but they are an expert in things that are of interest to them, and are always thinking about ways to explore different ideas. they aren't afraid to break a few rules, often finding loopholes in norms and challenging what is morally (and sometimes perhaps ethically) right. they are interested in approaching things in different ways to other students that to them make no sense, but hange always seems to find an alternative, a new way of thinking and being, that others simply never think of. their incredible intelligence and perspective makes them a suitable candidate for this house, and their daring nature puts them on par with slytherins and gryffindors, looking for ways to be ahead of the curve.

armin is a wild card, one of the reasons why ravenclaws are sometimes treated with distance and disdain. armin knows how to use his wit to his advantage, challenging ideas in academia and debate, known to be a slight gaslighter and manipulator. armin can sway the opinion in a room, charm without any potions. like hange, armin can bend the rules, although he would prefer not to, always a bit cautious of the consequences of his own actions. he can get existential, enhancing his desires to learn and become an expert in his field. you can count on armin to carry a class discussion, filled with questions and ideas.

gabi is quick, and thinks on her feet, making her impeccable with mental mathematics, quick fire debates, school challenges and such. gabi is slightly ignorant, almost shallow, but with her own moral code that makes sense to her pureblood ancestors. in some ways, she is sometimes mistaken as slytherin for her occasional sarcasm and blunt honesty, but this is gabi utilising her quick wit and mental strength. she has a hard time being wrong, always believing that she is ahead of those around her, but sometimes she can be brought back to earth and finds that being humbled is a necessary human experience. gabi is logical, rational, sometimes cruel with her beliefs, but she always has a source to cite her words, never afraid to preach what she believes, arguing her case until the very end.

hitch is headstrong, never frightened to speak her mind. sometimes too confident with the assets she knows she has, hitch can appear condescending and belittling, losing her patience with people less competent than her. but hitch likes to socialise, and is one of the few ravenclaws who dislikes taking her classwork to her dorm, valuing that sometimes knowledge comes through life without the need of academia. hitch learns from those around her, more inspired by social events and discourse than a written text or puzzle. although hitch can be a little bit ambitious, she is by no means an overachiever.

pieck is dreamy, very open to new concepts and ideas proposed to her and she is a natural achiever. pieck never likes to study, but she retains knowledge like a sponge, applying it to everyday life where she least expects it. she knows the power of her own mind, soul and being and feels like it's a waste of time to try and prove herself to others. she doesn't push herself if she feels that it would be a waste of time to do so, and she enjoys winning people over with her thoughts and feelings. she'll do what she needs to without being too ambitious, accepting the strength of her own knowledge and feeling that where she is now is where she needs to be, with little thought to her future or the past as it travels by.

yelena, like armin, disturbs other students with her intense intelligence and expert knowledge in specific areas. yelena might seem unassuming sometimes, but her accurate precision with charms and dark arts is sometimes chilling. she can talk her way out of trouble by remembering specific details about others, making her often exceptionally good at recounting spells and performing enchantments and charms. she is a little bit of a loner, looking up to other students in silence and having little to say unless spoken to. her energy can be uncomfortable to others, which is why some might mistake her for another house, but there is no doubt in yelena's intelligence and how she can use it to her advantage very effortlessly.

onyankopon borders on genius. the sorting hat didn't think twice about it. he is exceptionally talented and academically inclined, and eager to share his knowledge with those around him, even and especially those in other houses. he is a little bit loud, but welcoming to all, not at all discriminatory to those below his mental level. onyankopon also believes in justice and what is right-- he's not afraid to challenge authority if he believes that something can be done better, and sometimes he can be seen as argumentative, even misleading and untrustworthy. but onyankopon finds challenging ideas to be entertaining, and he will always try to think outside the box and encourage others to do the same.

“Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind / Where those of wit and learning / Will always find their kind.”

SLYTHERIN ; eren, mikasa, erwin, annie, ymir, bertholdt, porco, floch, zeke

eren is devious, firm in his ways and beliefs and never afraid to provoke those who may look down on him or others around him. this is what makes him perfect for slytherin -- he is driven by passion and sometimes dumb strength, going headfirst into arguments, never really thinking about the effects things he does or says will have on other people. he is very aware of the world around him, and knows when to bow to authority, although he prefers to find his own flow and follow it. he knows what he wants and he has it in his head how he will achieve what he knows is his destiny. sometimes a little bit intense with his feelings, eren is charasmatic and somehow likeable, invoking powerful influence over others with his ideas and cool stance on life. he will never give up on what is important to him, and he will never back down from protecting those who are important to him, even going as far as to place himself in awkward situations just to save the face of others. he is extremely profound and thoughtful, and likely excels in academic and personal discussions, enjoying things that stimulate his brain and finding it fun when he can get hands on with an idea or a theory or a practice.

mikasa is sometimes quite one dimensional. she has her goals and her interests, and very little exists outside of those things that sometimes define her life. she is goal focused, and doesn't like to stray from things that are of paramount importance to her. she is intelligent, cunning and extremely calculative. mikasa never runs at dangers or obstacles head on, not unless it's life or death (which at hogwarts, honestly, seems likely). she likes to know what is at stake and what she can gain or lose in different situations. mikasa feels strongly about what she is interested in, and is protective of her friends and family. sometimes, her extremely stoic personality gives off an impression of unfriendliness, but mikasa is generous and compassionate, even if it's not always in everybody's face just how down to earth she may be.

erwin is a role-model for slytherins; he is level headed and calm, with extreme patience that borders on frightening. his ability to stay calm and focused is somehow intimidating to others, and he always seems to know what he is talking about. he has an air of trustworthiness and reliability, but he's not an overly comforting or friendly student. erwin can tolerate others, and he does so with impersonal feelings. there are few students he genuinely cares about -- he sees the bigger picture of his future, and not many people around him matter in the grand scheme of things. erwin likes to follow the rules while sometimes reinventing them to suit him, and is an advocate for other students' needs, thoughts, desires. if you were ever having a hard time as a slytherin, you knew that erwin could help you out; he doesn't need to be violent and unkind to command respect from others.

annie, much like her peers above, is very impersonal, almost selfish. she has those who she enjoys more than others, but she is content with being a lone wolf and doing what needs to be done, caring little about whether or not it is the norm. annie has the potential to excel in her studies, but her talents lie elsewhere and so do her interests. she is a natural at what she does, only really struggling in the social sectors of student life. she is morbidly curious about the darkness of the world, but with very little desire to tie herself to a cause or a movement. annie wants to live her life according to her own desires-- if those around her don't want to join, then it's more for her on the journey to whatever it is she wants in life.

ymir is the stereotype of slytherin, but with the talent of making it look effortless. ymir can be unkind, and unhinged, with dark jokes and edgy discussions, always toeing the line of disrespectful. she can be friendly when she wants to be, and has no problem making room for herself in friendship groups, even with those outside of slytherin. but, know that ymir is unapologetic, and can be brutal with what she thinks and does. having all the trademark qualities of a slytherin, ymir has pride with her house and her robes, using it as a way to elevate her own status in the school body. slightly arrogant and insensitive, ymir still has the potential and capability of being a fiercely good friend, with questionable morals but morals nonetheless. if a situation is good for her, then she can accept it as good for her friends. ymir has an understanding of the world that she wants to share with others, but ymir can accommodate many beliefs at once if she wants to, and isn't afraid to criticise what she believes to be wrong, or just plain stupid.

bertholdt is slightly less obnoxious than the previous slytherins. he has a slight shyness that makes him look unassuming, and he prefers to be quiet when he can, observant in nature. his slight paranoia and ability to watch and study others and the world around him makes him a cautious and quick thinker. bertholdt considers every alternative and option before making a decision, sometimes overthinking and therefore picking the least preferable option. any unkindness bertholdt has he channels into his sports or incantations, but generally, bertholdt enjoys being an enigma, a support rather than an attack. he doesn't like to take control, but he is very trustworthy, and will follow a command or a rule to the dot and never admit defeat. that doesn't mean he's a doormat. if you're unlucky, you'll catch a glimpse of his cruelness and sadistic thoughts, something only a slytherin might be able to possess.

porco knows who he is, and he knows what he wants. craving leadership, porco is outspoken and candid, provoking thought and discussion. he values communication, he likes to know what he can about everything, likes to discuss if he's wrong and hear every voice out in the room before deciding how he feels. sometimes porco can be narrow-minded, too caught up in his own head, too confident in his ability and thoughts. he can be judgemental without being able to foresee the damage his words or actions can do, but unlike others, porco can accept his mistakes and repair them, seeking a fair environment, trying to find peace. he is smart and he can read the room fairly well and sometimes use it to his advantage, but there can be situations where porco overestimates his own ability and therefore appears overly confident, conceited and arrogant.

floch is somewhat sinister. sometimes, he can even frighten other slytherins with his preposterous ideas, his challenging morals. above all of that, floch is very driven by a cause, very easily led, very easily swayed. loyal to those who he believes are above him, floch finds it easy to join a group and claim an identity, likely having a reputation at hogwarts for somebody you should never try to cross. floch isn't a bully, and he wouldn't torture other students with misery if they didn't do something to deserve it. when crossed, floch can be ruthless, which is why his potentially dark nature is tied to the tarnished reputation of slytherin. he is quite respectful, never disrespecting authority or others, but that doesn't mean he won't argue his point, using other tactics to hold the floor and reign victorious.

zeke is two faced, untrustworthy yet oddly enjoyable. people like zeke, and know that he is the source of all gossip and drama, but they know to keep zeke at arms length. his moods can change depending on the day, depending on what happens around him. zeke has his own moral and ethical code, but can play along with the rules since it gets him ahead in life. he is intelligent enough to take advantage of what is in his environment, and he is convincing enough to enrapture the people around him and manipulate them with ideas and stories. zeke is studious, enjoying the library, but can appear sometimes lazy with his performances. he is all bark and no bite, provoking others and retreating once the damage is done, letting an argument stew after instigating it but never wanting to be involved. people hate to like zeke, but he has a charm that draws people in, like a predator to prey, but nobody can be certain what zeke might do to cross others, or what he might believe to be his next path in life.

“Or perhaps in Slytherin / You’ll make your real friends / Those cunning folks use any means / To achieve their ends.”

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sailorgreywolf-german · 23 days

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How is everyone else wrong about Roderich?

-@iron--and--blood

To be honest, my first impulse when I saw this ask was to answer something along the lines of "doesn't everyone think they're the only right person about their blorbo?" But, since you are asking sincerely, I will try to answer sincerely.

My reticence to discuss why I think other people are wrong is more or less coming from my long term experience in this fandom, which I would sum up as "everyone loves you for providing historical tidbits until you want to tell them that their personal favorite headcanon is wrong." I've had far too many people switch from an interest to "it's not that serious/I don't care about historical accuracy" on me over the years. I keep threatening to write a reflection post about how the experience of going from being a person who is interested in history to an academic studying history really soured my experience of the fandom in ways I could not have anticipated, and maybe some day I actually will. But for now, this isn't that post.

Which is a long-winded way of saying don't let what I'm about to say yuck your yum. And if it does, please don't yell at me about it.

Alright, I think a lot of the way people write PruAus especially do not take Roderich particularly seriously. There is a lot, and I mean a lot, of content that more or less makes him arrogant for the sake of humbling him or making him look comically inept. There's a lot of "he gets his ass kicked and gets seduced by Gilbert."

From a historical perspective, this has got to be coming from a lack of interest in Habsburg history or having only seen the several decades old view that the Habsburg empire was a backwards repressive state fated to fall apart. And that is not the view in any scholarship published in the last ten years or so with one notable exception that I can think of, which had to twist itself into knots to avoid its own contradictions.

And look, professional historians in other fields are regularly bad at discussing the Habsburg empire too. This isn't a fandom specific issue.

To really enjoy someone's take on Roderich, I need them to be taking seriously that he was a Great Power. The Catholic bulwark in the early modern period. The biggest power in Europe when he was married to Spain. The architect of the Concert of Europe. Someone with a rigid court structure and an unmatched sense of grandeur.

He may not be able to fight one-on-one particularly well, but be assured that he is a diplomat par excellence. I need him to be intelligent and witty and capable of negotiating his enemy into a corner when he needs to. He has a skill set that no one else can replicate as well as he can, and he uses it to his advantage. I enjoy PruAus most when it is clear that they respect each other for having the skills the other lacks.

In my opinion, he's at his best when he's using his charm and intelligence to work around his physical limitations. Sadly, the fandom has committed to "uptight and stuffy" in a way that would just not work with his actual track record of marrying his way out of problems.

And anything that makes him out to somehow be the one with less charm or sexual experience than Gilbert of all people is pretty much an immediate no for me. If he can't be forward and confident with his bedroom politics, I'm not that interested.

Also no one else ships him with Poland so it's just me in my corner, but ask me about that in a different ask if you want details.

#not tagging with the character #to avoid the aforementioned yelling at me #I'm rather sorry for being a cranky old lady #I've just found its hard to find anyone in this fandom that wants to talk about history seriously

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arsontastic-fandom-takes · 10 months

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hii ! any random headcanons for Darius from Sun haven?? honestly anything will do hehe- sorry i’m hyperfixing hard on Sun Haven and Darius is one of my favs ! thanks !

Absolutely!! Thanks for sending an ask, I always love writing things that people request!!

Rating: gen Type: headcanons Words: 444

He's pretty insecure under all the arrogance. That's why he takes his job so seriously. So, he requires a partner who can remind him that he's doing a good job every now and again. (Even if he'll brush it off with a "Of course I'm doing a great job! Why on earth do you think I'd need to hear what I already know?", it still positively impacts him.)

At the same time, he needs someone willing to challenge him. Too often do people just agree with him on the basis of him being the prince, and he needs a break from that. That's why he and Xyla are still friends, because she's never afraid to say when she disagrees with him. The willingness to challenge him might be what draws him to you in the first place. At the start, he probably views it as being annoying and because of you being uncultured, but he secretly really likes when people have the guts to say no to him, especially considering the fact that he carries around a giant sword made out of his Grandpa.

Omg the enemies to lovers with this man would be LEGENDARY. The insults you'd both come up with would be unmatched. Meanwhile, Xyla's sitting at the side enjoying the show because Darius doesn't usually get to have as much fun as when he insults you. This man needs his arrogance called out and stomped on in the most loving way possible.

He's also a workaholic. Please send this man to bed because he will not do it himself. Prepare to fight to get him to sleep, though. No need to make food for him, -although he'd appreciate it- just get him away from his work for a bit, he'll do the rest himself.

Really fond of trying out new hairstyles, even if he can't do it often. He also loves having his nails painted, but sucks at doing them himself.

Expanding on a previous headcanon about how he's not good at being bad at things: He beats himself up easily(internally) if he doesn't do things wonderfully at 1st shot. He never outwardly shows that he's upset with himself, instead opting to display all anger towards something else.

Often struggles with feelings of anxiety around friendships and relationships. Because of his status, a lot of people only want to be his friend or partner for clout or money, so he struggles with feeling like the few friends he has are using him.

He's a master at bottling stuff up, so be prepared to have to break down multiple sets of walls before he even thinks of telling you his thoughts.

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I hope that was up to your expectations, and again, thanks for sending me an ask, this was a lot of fun. Hope you have a good day.

Likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated.

#sun haven #darius sun haven #headcanons #anon ask #sun haven fanfic #sun haven hcs #sun haven darius #original post #sun haven fic

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nekomacheercaptain · 1 year

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Hello! Could you write some headcanons about what it would to be part of the Kid pirates? How would they act with a new member around?

Of course I can!! I love the Kid pirates, so here are some hcs! <3

- I think Kid would let mostly anyone onto his crew as long as you’re not a complete wimp (meaning you have no will to fight) or show even a shred of tendency to stray from loyalty. So underdogs, you’re welcome on board!!!!!

- Literally just show that you’re willing to at least learn to fight, and you’re accepted. They don’t want someone they have to protect, as long as you can stay safe in battles without the rest of the crew worrying that’s more than good enough

- They meet someone other people wouldn’t even think to respect as a worthy opponent, and welcome them aboard as long as they are loyal and useful to the crew. As long as you’re not too big of an arrogant asshole, and Kid doesn’t hate being in your presence, you’re good.

- Kid’s crew would be chaotic as hell, the rumors you heard before joining would most likely be true. From how no focaccia bread could beat Killer’s homemade one, to the Kid pirates monthly orgy, who knows what secrets you’d get to unfold on your journey?

- As a new member they would all check how sensitive you were, so prepare to endure lots of teasing that borders on pure bullying. If you can’t handle a few jokes you have no place on the ship (jk they would all, not Kid, apologize if they crossed a line, but they would test the waters all the time)

- Prepare to be thrown out of the kitchen by Killer who resents having company while he makes food, and face certain death if you ever dare to walk into Kids workshop under any circumstance. The first time you do it, you’re on thin ice and will get a warning hammer thrown beside your face into the wall - it won’t hit the wall next time

- However, as rude and gross and goddamn HORNY they may seem, the warmth and safety they would give you would be unmatched. And the loyalty??? You’d never have to watch your own back ever again. That crew is a family, once you’re in, good luck getting out. To think one of the most feared crews to have such a terrifying rumor on the seas would be so kind and and welcoming is so funny and cute to me

- All in all, once the crew decided you could be trusted you would immediately be part of the family, and you’d be included in all the fuckery they’re up to. It would be a blast, but gods be prepared to never have a quiet moment ever again.

- Also if you’re a really aloof person who loves gossip, Wire and Heat would immediately adopt you and you form an indestructible trio

The life on the Victoria Punk is a chaotic one, but that’s what’s fun!

#the kid pirates #kid pirates #eustass kid #killer #wire #heat #one piece #one piece headcanons #hcs #my work #asks

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blackthornv · 8 months

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TWP: my arthurian headcanon pt.1

Ah yes, another ramble of mine. What a treat!

I have this vague memory of cc saying something about the inspiration for TWP a long, long time ago (my memory is also not that great btw). I'm not sure if she'll actually do it anymore but i've been thinking about this since then. So. This is what i would love to see represented in the books with the little knowledge i have of the Matter of Britain.

Warning: i will over simplify the stories. deal with it.

Ash Morgenstern, the heir of the Seelie Court (arguably turned heir of both courts): i would love to see him as a mix of Gawain and Galahad - two knights connected to the Grail, which in this scenario would be the Black Book of the Dead. Galahad is the epitome of perfection - he is blessed with purity, luck and power form the Holy Grail. He defeats his enemies with little to no effort. The "purity" in Ash is (mostly) gone, i think we can all agree on that. He's survived the horrors of the Unseelie Court, of Thule and Sebastian, of Annabelle's instability, and that cost him. But he is the most powerful mortal character cassie has written so far. No. You can argue with the wall on this, the boy can command all living creatures, can inspire fealty with only a look, his strength is antinatural and he has wings. Not just any type of wings, literal fallen angel wings. He might be able to create runes, he has immeasurable power inherited from his mother, he is the strongest character in the shadowhunter universe right now. Period. Anyway, let's continue. Galahad's perfection and unmatched abilities won him a mystical-ethereal-kind-of-holy glow that few have and on that very exclusive list is my boy, Ash. (If you are, indeed, arguing with the wall you are in a worrying state of denial and i hope you get out of it before twp comes out, xo, with love, - v)

Gawain, the nephew of King Arthur (you can already tell who i'll attribute Arthur's story to in the end, right?) who, in his arrogance, stroke a fatal blow in the Grene Knight had a year to prepare himself to receive the same blow from the Grene Knight. Bla bla bla, he had his quest after the year was up, bla bla bla, adventures in the forest, but wait a minute! he hesitated to receive the blow - an action the Grene Knight chastised him for. He survives but comes back to Camelot wearing a green sash as a token of his failure/shame. Okay, so maybe Ash hasn't gone through an arc like Gawain's but come on. He's changed. He went through hell and back with Annabelle, Sebastian, Janus, the Queen, but first and foremost: Arawan (yes, you lovely genius, i'm implying he's the Grene Knight here). A much worse version of the Grene Knight, for sure, but it works in the sense that after suffering the trials (read: tortures) that Arawan inflicted upon him, he returned home (after a long time and more tortures) victorious but somehow defeated. He doesn't trust his mother anymore, feels as though he has lost parts of himself and senses a strain in his relation with Janus. He has been enlightened, knows more of the world and of people, he has gained much - and has lost even more. The innocence is long gone, he has made mistakes and doesn't know how to acknowledge them, how to fix them.

But there is one thing, one last shred of hope glistening in the distance - the girl in the drawing, Drusilla Blackthorn.

#yes i ship ash and dru #if you don't you're wrong #ash morgenstern #the wicked powers #twp #drusilla blackthorn #morgenthorn #blackstern #i prefer blackstern #can we please settle for blackstern?

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leviiackrman · 11 months

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UQUIZ CATCH UP;

Okay so I’ve fallen really behind in a bunch of tag games that I was tagged in by a variety of people: @corvosattano @roofgeese @chuckhansen @fenharel @minaharkers @denerims @simonxriley (and probably more) but why not have a mass post of them!? Thank you sm for the tags beloveds, I’m sorry I’m such a slow old gal🤍 doing this for my brain rot bbies but also my newest kiddo - Kaida!

Tagging (only if you want to, I have no idea who’s done these): @sstewyhosseini @risingsh0t @florbelles @queennymeria @river-ward @confidentandgood @indorilnerevarine @liurnia @marivenah @noonfaerie @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @nokstella @solasan @shadowglens @jackiesarch @shellibisshe @arklay @arthrmorgann @jennystahl @jendoe @phillipsgraves @jacobseed @necroticpetals @heroofpenamstan @hunterhorn @kingsroad @unholymilf @baldurians + @blissfulalchemist

Q1: what planet are you? || Q2: which type of protagonist are you? || Q3: how is your soul perceived? || Q4: what kind of time loop are you stuck in? || Q5: why do people love you? || Q6: what kind of complex do you have? || Q7: darkest desires || Q8: what’s your underlying motif?

Q1: SATURN;

patient. stable. reliable. preserving and diligent. your capacity to hold focus on something you choose to is unmatched by all other planets. you were made for hard work that you love and that you know is rewarding. you are the shoulder that everyone wants to cry on, so remember you can lean on yourself when it seems there is no one else. there is nothing wrong with being self sufficient. you are justice and evenly balanced scales.

Q2: THE PRODIGY;

now this is most like the child protagonist who witnesses complete incompetence and feels so trapped in it that they have to find their way to a better tomorrow (all by themselves). whether it's wit, intelligence, creativity, privilege, or skill, you use your assets to their utmost, usually under the guidance of someone who knows how to hold you back just enough. you've earned your triumphs, and your adventures help you find power and control where before there was none. and sure, the arrogance can be quirky, but like, in very small doses.

Q3: THE STRONG-WILLED;

your soul has touched darkness and so you learned to wrap yourself within it. you felt fear and decided you would never let it control you again. you're not always all sharp edges and cool stares, but you refuse to be prey again. you turned your teeth into fangs so you would be the one to bite. you learned to growl louder than all the predators who stole your innocence. it may seem like you don't care, sometimes you try to pretend you don't, but i see the way you sharpen your knives when the ones you care about are hurting.

Q4: MODERN DARK COMEDY;

happy birthday! where has the time gone? another year older, another year wiser. happy birthday! another year down, and eternity to go. happy birthday! maybe this year will be different, you have 365 days to find out. clock’s ticking! happy birthday!

Q5: BECAUSE THEY CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU;

yours is an obsessive type of love. people find themselves completely enthralled by you and your presence in their life. they can't imagine their life without you in it, and they'll do anything to keep you. it's the kind of love that makes them feel like they're suffocating when it's taken away. be careful with that power.

Q6: SUPERIORITY COMPLEX;

grow up. you're worse than everyone else.

Q7: FOR EVERYTHING TO BE REAL;

you grew up so immersed fantastical realms that now you have to imagine yourself in them each night so that you can fall asleep. it's a comfort you've never been able to sever. but the reality you were given wasn't made for you. it's time to create a new one.

Q8: THE LIGHTNING ROD;

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

Q1: EARTH;

nurturing, generous and caring. introverted, tolerant, honest and trustworthy. you are "my phone is always on, call me any time." you are "i feel like i'm everyone's therapist." you are impressive with your stability and and peacefulness. you are wallpapers of cows and fields of ever-growing seeds. you are the best friend. mother nature. ice cold water and the smell of rain.

Q2: OVERPOWERED SWEETHEART;

you were probably gifted from birth, but humble about it. whatever it is--alien sun, parents with powers, or what i like to call the taco tuesday special (fell at breakneck speed into a radioactive vat of chemicals immediately upon birth)--your origins played a big part of your journey. that positive attitude and those grassfed morals sure aren't something you see every day! it's no surprise that you're a natural, but you have a lot left to learn about responsibility, and...it's probably not gonna come easy (sorry)

Q3: THE KINDRED SPIRIT;

your soul is like a mirror for others to find their own beauty. you see the best in people and you strive to bring it out in them. you draw all sorts of people to yourself and you make them feel seen. but who sees you? you try so hard to take care of everyone else, watering everyone else's garden until there's nothing left for your own flowers. when will you fight for your own heart as strongly as you try to nurture others?

Q4: HISTORICAL TRAGEDY;

you know how people say that when someone dies, it’s like their candle goes out? of course you know, you’ve been lost in the dark before. you’ve felt the wax drip onto your skin as the wick burns out, the smoke rising away from the puddle in your hands. maybe you can reshape it—put it back together. maybe you can light it again someday.

Q5: BECAUSE YOU REMIND THEM OF SOMEONE THEY LOST;

you're a chameleon. you have this uncanny ability to mold yourself to fit any hole in someone's heart. you're the ghost of the person they miss, and they love you for coming back to them. maybe you're afraid to show yourself, or maybe you don't even really know yourself in the first place.

Q6: OEDIPUS COMPLEX;

oh my stars stop talking about milfs stop talking about milfs stop stop stop stop NO DONT CALL HIM A DILF OH MY STARS

Q7: TO BE AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU ONCE WERE;

you revisit the memories of your former self in a haze of nostalgia. all those wild nights seem prettier from the rear view mirror. it's an ideal you'll always be trying to replicate, but growth is a journey. and you can't repeat the past.

Q8: THE BREAD;

whether it’s your ability to rise against the odds, provide comfort, or be a staple in lives, your undercurrent is bread. you’re made from love and you carry it your whole life, to give on to others in any way you can. you’re delicate and it doesn’t take a lot to break you, but still you rise up and that is more important than what took you down. be careful with your heart, it’s so full of love that it needs to be treated delicately. you’re a staple in lives, a necessity, but not always as appreciated as you should be. so here is a thanks to you. m.f.k fisher said “ the smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight” and that my friend, that is you.

Q1: NEPTUNE;

mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe and right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

Q2: MORALLY GREY, BUT SEXY ABOUT IT;

you are a bundle of mistakes and personal, gut-wrenching trauma, masked behind irresistible charm and mystery. maybe you've been alive a while, or maybe you've lived so many lives in your short span it's felt like centuries. regardless, you know enough about the world to know it's rarely ever black and white. you'll help when called, but you also don't go out of your way to solve anyone's shit...not until you fuck up and start to care for someone. after that, playing it coy and selfish can only get you so far.

Q3: THE QUIET OBSERVER;

your soul is like a sponge, absorbing so much of the universe sometimes you feel like you're drowning. you wish you could make your heart a little stronger. but your gentleness is not weakness and neither is your sensitivity. you feel so much more than everyone else. it makes you kind even to those who don't deserve it. it makes you notice the hidden tears and the covered scars. you wonder who will save the ones who are suffering in silence, don't you know that includes you too?

Q4: SCI-FI HORROR;

there is always something behind you, but you will never see it…have you seen it? you don't think you can remember now. maybe take another look, just a little glance. what’s one more time, right? just once more, once more, once more…

Q5: BECAUSE YOU NURTURE THEM;

you take care of people's souls. people are drawn to you because you make them feel fulfilled. your love is tender, constant, and whole. however, you often forget to nurture yourself in the same way, finding yourself burnt out and empty. save some gentleness for yourself. you deserve it.

Q6: SAVIOUR COMPLEX;

... oh man. Go take a nap, buddy. they're not your responsibility

Q7: TO BE A DAYDREAM;

you wonder if anyone has ever seen you on the street and heard violins swell. you want to be the kind of beautiful that makes them envision a grand romance in the silver screen of their heart. even if it's just for a minute.

Q8: THE ORANGE;

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

#tagged*#misc: uquiz #corvosattano #roofgeese #chuckhansen #fenharel #minaharkers #denerims #simonxriley #oc: rin kyutoku #oc: margot durand #oc: kaida ishimoto #will be making an edit for Kaida real soon!!#but this is her first bit on proper content!#can’t wait to show y’all more #and sorry for the long ass post but it needed doing #the accuracy of these answers tho😩

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thyandrawrites · 2 years

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Incredibly amused by the discovery that Lady Nagant talks in male speech in the original text but at the same time is into stereotypically girly things like glitter and pretty skirts

(Screens grabbed from this translation btw)

Male speech is a blunt, rude way of talking that men use when they want to come across as tough. Dabi uses it. Shouto does as well. It can come across as arrogant and it's frowned upon and considered inappropriate in formal settings. Nagant speaks that way normally. She does it when she's fighting Deku. She does it when she's talking to her boss. She does it when she speaks to little kids. She just talks like a delinquent, rebellious student type that steals your lunch money and watches you cry. But she also likes girly and cute things and used to have a complex about her rifle arm.

I can't help but wonder if she always talked that way even before she got taken in by the Commission. Was she a bit of a tomboy, putting on a bit of an attitude because people gave her shit for her quirk? Was that why she wore bandages over her right elbow? Or maybe she couldn't control her quirk, and it came out when she didn't want it to, and that made her self-conscious?

Or did she start talking like a man once she was raised as a soldier, best and unmatched in her field and, for all we know, isolated from normal friendships with other women by the nature of her role?

Man, I am so curious about her. I always headcanoned that she liked cutesy things because all she saw on a daily basis was gruesome assassinations and corruption... Sort of like... Idk, a part of her was always longing for a normal life, going to the mall to buy dresses, posting selfies with cute filters on social media, that sort of thing.

She was a fairly well-known hero if little kids recognized her on the streets, but everything about her appearance screams Commission-issued gear. Her costume is strictly practical, but also very impersonal. She likes glitter and skirts, but wears cargo pants, (boob) armor and a gunsight eye-piece. Her personality doesn't shine through it all, and it's faily likely she didn't get much of a say in what her hero front would look like.

So I guess I'm just wondering... What is Kaina Tsutsumi like, when she's not being forced to be Lady Nagant?

#Bnha #Lady nagant #Kaina tsutsumi #I wish one day hori will actually write that oneshot about her #There's so much stuff about her backstory that I'm dying to know #Thyandra.txt #My post

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Besides superficial similarities, what would be the points of equality between Cherik and Batjokes? I mean, I think the main difference between them is that in Cherik, Charles and Erik are much more open and see the other's point of view compared to Batman and Joker. I would like to see your opinion on both 😊👀

Mm, that's a good question. They're obviously both pairings between two comic-based characters who are nemeses, but they're quite different when examined in depth. Like you mention, Charles and Erik are much more open to reconciliation, and that's kind of the crux of the matter. Charles and Erik were friends before the rift-- there's something to reconcile to begin with. They agreed that something needed to be done about the survival of mutantkind, they cared about the same goals, but ultimately their ideals and methods differed too much, as a result of their life experiences. Meanwhile, in Batjokes there wasn't ever a time in which they weren't at war. Moreso, the essential difference in principles between Batman and Joker isn't about... others, the way it is in Cherik. Charles and Erik both ultimately care about mutants like them, with Erik being willing to kill to protect the people he cares about. Joker's whole thing is that he doesn't care, while Batman's thing is that he does. Magneto destroys believing it is to protect; Joker destroys for the sake of destruction. The differences in way of thinking between Batman and Joker are fundamental, while Charles and Erik still have enough shared goals that they've worked together more than once. And I could go on when it comes to contrasts between the pairings... finding more in-depth similarities between them is a lot more difficult. However, I do see a couple.

I see a lot of parallels between Charles and Bruce, essentially. As people, and when it comes to the ways they relate to Erik and Joker, respectively. They're both very rich individuals who ended up "adopting" other young people and creating a family-like structure (Charles has the school, Bruce has the Family). They're both the "hero", but they're also much more conflicted and complex than they appear. While striving to do good and avoid killing, both of them are struggling with a need for control and a terrifying capacity for destruction, a certain kind of arrogance and self-righteousness. And their counterpart... serves to keep that in check.

In Erik's case, the very straightforward element that represents this is the helmet. Charles can't control Erik, because he can't reach his mind. Simple as that. The less straightforward element is that, even in the absence of the helmet, Charles wants Erik to want him, and if he uses his powers... Erik joining him would be a lie. Charles wants it to be out of Erik's own volition. And Bruce can't control Joker, he's never been able to. He doesn't fully understand or know Joker, no matter how hard he's tried; he can't predict Joker, who's more or less chaos incarnate. Essentially, in both Charles and Bruce's case, there's the "unstoppable force meets an immovable object" component-- the equality between two individuals who are otherwise unmatched, and alone in that. In both Cherik and Batjokes, there's an understanding that they would always stop each other if they went too far; that they'd always be there to keep the other in balance.

There's also the "I can fix him" instinct... which Charles and Bruce both have (to different degrees). But where does "I can fix him" come from? We joke about it a lot, but what causes this drive in people? There's multiple elements to it (including the simple need to help another), but relevant to this discussion are three things: avoiding fixing yourself, loneliness, and a painful mix of insecurity and self-hating tendencies. Both Charles and Bruce have... problems, when it comes to how they relate to themselves and others. They're proud individuals, but they also hate some aspects of themselves; and ironically, a lot of those parts they would rather not deal with in themselves, are mirrored in their counterpart. Why attempt to fix yourself when you can try to fix the other, and yourself by proxy? Deep down you know you'll most likely fail, and use that to blame yourself some more-- but it's safer to fail with the other, and not yourself. And if you fix the other person, they'll stop fighting you. They'll stay with you because they agree with you, and you won't be alone anymore.

Oof, got quite long. Hope this was fun to read through, Anon! Both these pairings are very complex, there's a lot to say. But yeah, personally I see the points of equality between Batjokes and Cherik when it comes to their deep-seated sense of loneliness and the need for an equal, most of all.

#appreciate the interest in my opinion!#asks #batman #batjokes #x men #cherik

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laurelwen · 1 year

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Alex Forbes - Astrological Birth Chart

Sun - Aries

Those with the Sun in Aries are gifted with a direct, fiery nature that makes them one step ahead of the crowd. They take charge of a situation, and their sense of certainty usually makes others fall in line. Aries loves to start anything new, and they have trouble sitting still. These people are also very charismatic. Things are never dull around them, as they crave excitement and adventure. They are full of the fiery warmth and energy that comes from the Sun. This is why they love a challenge and will meet it head-on. They will do whatever is necessary to complete the task.

They usually have creative ideas and great theories to put into practice, and others often see them as visionaries because of that. But they would rather do something physical to expel all of that energy. Their bold attitude can sometimes be overbearing to others. Aries dark side is to be selfish, a bully, a smart ass, or physically threatening. Their brash manner comes off as mean or hurtful, and they’re not very subtle when they disagree.

Their drive to succeed is as large as their ego, making them relentless in their pursuit. And even if they get knocked down, they will jump up and go in for more. Nothing can keep the Sun in Aries people from getting what they want. And if someone they care about needs their help, they will offer this incredible willpower to them too. Their loyalty is unmatched.

Ascendant - Gemini

These are people who love to ask questions, to move around freely, and to mingle. Definitely restless and often quick in physical expression, natives of the Gemini Ascendant exude an air of impatience even if they don’t mean it. In fact, there is a cleverness to Gemini Ascendants that can intimidate some, especially sensitive folk. Their facility with words can be a wonderful asset, although sometimes Gemini rising individuals identify too much with their mental agility and forget, in their personal interactions and communications, to nurture the people around them.

They have a rather cool and intellectual demeanor. These natives are often quite witty and clever, their observations are sharp and the overall manner is a tad brusque. As children, natives born with a Gemini Ascendant are often labeled as the intellectual, inquisitive, and perhaps odd child. They are given to analysis and making sense of their world. Their powers of observation are well-developed, they are mentally active (more often than not, their minds are racing!), and they almost always have something witty to say. Many feel their upbringing lacked some warmth.

Gemini rising people tend to have lean, tall and limber bodies. Not only will their body be long, but their limbs will be lengthy as well (think: legs, arms and fingers). Many have eyes that truly sparkle like stars, and they tend to look very youthful and vibrant.

Moon - Leo

Lunar Leos require lots and lots of love and care in order to function well in the world. When they feel slighted, these people can be dramatic in their emotional displays. When their pride has been hurt, they are given to big scenes and sulking. Moon in Leo folk are very proud, and they are rarely happy to follow orders. When they feel comfortable, they do like being the center of attention. There’s an early compulsion to show off, and if left unchecked, this natural desire to be center stage could lead to a melodramatic personality. They often feel a need to organize, and even control, their families and friends.

A foundation of pride keeps the Moon in Leo from showing too much vulnerability. In love, they are a dedicated partner, and will have no problem letting their significant other -- and the world -- know how they feel. But just as they give to others, Leos expect the same admiration and devotion in return. They put their whole heart into relationships, and their sense of Self is bound up in who they are with. They can be bossy, dogmatic, arrogant, stubborn, selfish. They can hold on to resentment, like other fixed signs, and will shun those who have shown disrespect.

Mercury - Aries

Hard-hitting, edgy, brilliant are words to describe them. But so are abrasive, pushy and brash. Mercury in Aries make quick decisions–so quick that you might think they don’t much like thinking things over. Their decisions are often driven by the need for instant gratification. They are generally quick and to the point, direct and candid, and some may even think their style is crude at times. They can come across as downright aggressive, but that usually happens when they encounter opposition to their opinions and ideas. The fighter in Aries makes this Mercury one that does battle for their ideas or perspective. An attack on their thinking can be experienced as a personal attack, and they go into fight mode quickly if they're challenged, and some never admit they're wrong.

They favor starting new things. Aries is not attached to outdated ideas, and generally adopts an enthusiastic style. They have a visionary intelligence that is sometimes on the idealistic side. There's a physical aspect to their mercurial style—they literally get up in your face and are wildly animated. Their faces could also get flushed. The dark side of (mercurial) Aries is letting loose speech that's cutting and mean-spirited, and a tendency for brutal honesty. Their need for verbal sparring can make them confrontational, always escalating conversations into arguments. They provoke others through language, and at extremes can be ruthless in their teasing. The need to be brilliant and "win" debates means they encounter others as adversaries, even those they love.

Venus - Aquarius

They want you to see them as unique, rebellious, and a little provocative. They are attractive when they are acting a little aloof. They want you to acknowledge and appreciate that they don’t follow the beaten track in matters of the heart. They are attracted to unconventionality, independence, and freedom as themes in their relationships. They march to the beat of their own drum and don’t seek the approval of others. They have a great, unique vision of where they're going in life, and no one is going to stop them or make them think differently.

When it comes to personal appearance, they express themselves creatively and tend to look striking in some way. Experimentation is the spice of life, and it gives them a thrill to surprise others with something new.

They don’t want to follow all the rules, although they may make quite a few of their own. They can appear quite standoffish at times, and are threatened by restrictions of any kind. Pleasing Venus in Aquarius involves letting them know just how interesting they are and putting up with their occasional need to act superior on an intellectual level.

Mars - Scorpio

Mars in Scorpio natives love to challenge themselves to do the impossible. They throw themselves into what they decide to do with concentrated energy and awesome willpower. They have the potential to exploit others–they see through others and rely heavily on their gut feelings. They are attracted to taboos and enjoy scenarios in which the “other” is giving in to them, wants them completely, and will do absolutely anything for them.

They are mesmerizing and are drawn to charisma in others and intense scenarios. They've got the classic smoldering intensity and look a little dangerous, too. They've got great stores of emotional power and energy stirring within. They come across as observant, self-controlled, and yet ready to pounce on an opportunity. They have an instinct for the energy of others and what's unseen, like hidden desires. They can get obsessive, and hold on to others in a mysterious way that's borderline vampiric. Still waters run deep, and emotions are intense and overwhelming.

They are prone to acting obsessively, and likely find it hard to forgive and forget. Theirs is a combo of risking it all and then dealing with the fall out. They've got hungry eyes, which is another turn on for those whose gaze they meet. They're turned on by fights, especially when followed by make-up sex. They often mix aggressive handling and primal energy with tenderness and possessiveness.

Nigel Colbie birth chart here

#i tried to keep it realistic in terms of where inner planets could be placed based on sun sign #yes i'm unhinged #like minds #alex forbes #like minds 2006 #murderous intent #astrology #make the content you want to see #eddie redmayne #nigel colbie

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baggebythesea · 2 months

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Hey, Bagge, how are ya? I wanted to share my current obsession in the context of She-Ra AUs with you. Said obsession being detective and thief stories.

I wanted to share this 'cause I got thinking about how this dynamic would work in a She-Ra AU. I think most would think of having Catra play the thief role with Adora and Glimmer being the detectives, but then I realized that even more interesting dynamic would Glimmer playing the thief role with Adora, Bow and Catra as the detectives chasing her.

I think it be interesting 'cause the BBFs members would have a different dynamic with Glim in the context of a detective vs thief story. Adora as the strictly by the books professional investigator. Catra as the wild card who uses unconventional, and sometimes dangerous, methods to catch her target. And Bow as the complete outlier in a genre full of characters defined by arrogance by how he be the nicest detective ever.

And of course, Glimmer as a master thief would be unmatched. There's so much you could do with her character and dynamic with the detectives. Go in depth into why a possibly rich heiress would steal for the thrill of it, how it maybe ties into her family. And her dynamic with these three investigators who decided to rise to the challenge of capturing her, how it starts as her thinking she has easy targets to play with, only to slowly realize their getting too close to comfort, both in their investigations and their shared feelings, but also, there be an irresistible magnetism that keeps making her go back to them. Something that pulls her to them somehow.

This has just been ping ponging in my brain and I had to put it out there.

I love it so much! There is an image floating around of Glimmer as a victorian cat burgler (I'll see if I can find it) that absolutely captures the spirit of it. She would be flirty, she would be fun, she would have a code of ethics and be the darling of the newspapers.

At the same time, the detectives would be so interesting. Adora might be easy to circumvent, but she'd be relentless. She might be by the book, but she never skips a step. And no matter how well you hide, you can never be certain that Catra doesn't lurk in a deeper shadow. Bow would bring both honesty and friendliness to the table - but also tech. There would absolutely be a scene when they consult the forensic detectives Entrapta and Hordak.

My most important question is: Do the gang know Gilmmer? Does she know that they are on her case? Is this a multi level game of cat and mouse?

Lovely AU!

#spop #glimmer #catra #adora #bow

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the power the enemies to lovers trope has over me is unmatched. and the thought of that combined with xyx?? IMMACULATE THOUGHTS. but it's not just any xyx. this is PIRATE XYX. one of his many forms. expect forced proximity and reluctant allies being forced to work together on a quest. and of course they don't secretly love each other what that's crazy (they do). this fic's an idea i've had for a little while now but i'm finally getting around to it for the bloomic server 2k celebration fic contest!!

Sunlight poured over the ocean, its midday rays sparkling atop the astral blue shade that painted the horizon for hundreds of miles. The horizon itself was a woven seam of silver as it intertwined with both sparkling sea and sky, hemming into an idyllic piece of natural artistry for its witnesses to gaze in awestruck admiration. The ebbing flow of the tide was a steadily beating drum as its waves lapped against the cedar and oak that made up the bulk of the ship. Its unbroken pulse was a constant reminder of the dormant strength that lingered deep in the blue waters beneath. The gentle rocking that accompanied such a patterned rhythm was one that you’d grown accustomed to during your time aboard the Tainted Rose. The fleet, commandeered by its captain, Xyx, was one you had previously held no desire to climb aboard let along accompany on such a quest. The King had commissioned the ever-elusive Captain Xyx to embark on a covert mission to travel the seas in order to ascertain a rising threat from another kingdom located in the south. Xyx’s infamous reputation had earned him a permanent subject of suspicion within the King’s Order of Knights. Somehow he always managed to toe the line between criminal and conformist to the laws and rules set in place. His dalliances with the palace and its officials were certainly not to be celebrated, though he remained a figure for the few who believed in his ideologies of freedom and exploration of the unknown world; why spend years wasting away in the cramped city walls when one could dwell upon a ship sailing the seas far beyond the confines of kingdom rule?

His way of life was one you did not entirely approve of, given the difficulties he often caused for someone of your position among the Order of Knights, though some small part of you at least admired his steadfast desires to live a life he chose rather than one appointed to him. Even still, when the King had announced the news that he had chosen to work with Captain Xyx and had appointed you the sole escort from the palace to join his crew’s fleet, you were less than pleased. Granted, the opportunity might pose the chance of a promotion, but that also meant enduring weeks in close proximity with Xyx himself. He was known for his unrelenting arrogance and self-pride, two traits not altogether abysmal, though under prolonged contact could be incredibly grating. Xyx was mischief and disobedience incarnate while you were bred to follow instruction and law as though it were sacred—the two opposing attributes were destined for conflict. At least, there was a certain degree of enmity on your part. Xyx was more than happy to taint your existence with his presence. The first day upon the Tainted Rose’s deck had left you in a rage, scowling as you stood at the ship’s bow while Xyx’s taunting existence haunted your every waking thought. He had this indescribable talent to get on ever last nerve in your body and, to rub salt into the wound, would throw an arm over your shoulder throwing around comments about how stiff you were, how you should loosen up and relax a little. But as you tried to reach for me, Xyx would dip away with a dexterity you’d never before witnessed.

Even now, almost two weeks of sailing later, Xyx still took every spare moment he wasn’t commandeering the ship to check in with you, despite the number of times you’d told him to leave you be. It was all light-hearted in nature, of course, but unwanted nonetheless. Though today you’d seemed to remain mostly unbothered by Xyx and his antics, the fleet too busy navigating a particularly dangerous portion of waters. Now that mid-afternoon had settled and the ship was sailing calmer water, there was an opportunity to take a few moments to breathe. Xyx was tying off one of the sails, adjusting its position for the ship’s reduced motion and the calmer winds that came with it. You watched on, entirely bewildered yet mesmerised by the vast knowledge he held. It was easy to underestimate him, you’d soon realised. Easy to cast him away as merely an arrogant captain of a no-good fleet. Perhaps your initial perception of him was not quite so accurate.

“You know, Xyx, I truly don’t understand how you can just…do all these fancy knots,” you muse, leaning against the base of the mast Xyx was working on.

Xyx looks up, focus diverted as he wipes a bare forearm over his brow. A knowing lilt of a grin stretches on his face, purely feline in nature. “Don’t worry, doll,” he drawls. “There’s plenty other, more interesting things, my hands can do. I’d be more than happy to show you.”

Scoffing, you unfolded your arms from across your chest and launched to try and push at Xyx who managed to evade your touch, cackling as he did.

“Oh, doll you’re so easy to tease, aren’t you?”

“You’re disgusting,” you bark out before striding away to the soundtrack of Xyx’s amused laughter. Stood at the ship’s starboard was June, a long-time member of the fleet and sailing master, chief navigator, of the Tainted Rose. She had become the closest entity to a friend during your time aboard the ship, her easy-going nature proving a welcome comfort in wake of Xyx’s teasing torment.

“Captain bothering you again?” She asked, elbows resting on the edge of the boat with her back to the crystal-clear stretch of ocean.

“What’s new?” You ask, mirroring her position with your head tipped back. Sunlight painted your face in tantalising warmth, an instant remedy to the rising annoyance that dwelled post-interaction with Xyx.

“He only does it because you react so much. He’s not all that bad, you know.”

Letting out a sigh, you lifted your head to watch Xyx pace to the ship’s stern to attend the request of a crewmate. Deep down you knew June was right—he was a worthy captain who cared for each and every member that followed him. But for all of his worthiness, he also brought with him leagues of that proud swagger; it certainly served him well in conflict but equally lured him into compromising situations.

“I might have to agree with you there, as much as it pains me to say,” you offer, eyes still lingering on Xyx as he walked about the deck and saw to the various tasks at hand.

June smiled, a hint of suspicion buried in the action, though it was entirely lost to your distracted eyes. “Captain Xyx is the best at what he does. Loyal. Brave. Wouldn’t be anywhere without him.” Her words clung to the air about your ears, echoing and reverberating in your skull. Something about Xyx’s dedication to his crew and the familial love they shared was admirable. And to think, it all began with him. The sound of June clearing her throat brought your attention back to the conversation at hand, cheeks warming at the realisation you’d been caught off guard with distracted thoughts. Fumbling an apology of tiredness, you excused yourself from the conversation to retire to your cabin for a few hours of rest. Dizzying thoughts tumbled about your mind, setting your skin ablaze with each step across the deck. Even alone in your cabin, hours later, a cacophony of confusing conflictions plagued your thoughts. Throughout the entirety of this quest, you’d remained so certain that Captain Xyx was as his reputation stated and yet, here you were, questioning the legitimacy of those claims—while also questioning matters of the heart along with them. It was a far cry from the usual tribulations of life as a palace knight, and one you were not entirely well-equipped to manage.

A knock sounded from the door, disrupting your train of thought. Upon your welcome call, the source of your mild turmoil entered carrying a small plate of assorted foods. Nothing much, but something akin to a peace offering, you supposed.

“About all I could get you from the cook’s banquet. A hungry lot on this ship, I tell you. But not to worry, managed to convince cook not to serve up that anglerfish,” Xyx spoke as he entered, leaving the plate at the small, round table in your room. His demeanour seemed different to earlier, though not entirely out of character. You thanked him for the offering, a little caught off guard in the rare moment of peace.

“Oh, and before I leave, you know there’s a full moon out tonight, right? Should come take a look.” Xyx hovered in the doorway, looking back at you with an expression you couldn’t place.

“I’ve seen the moon before, Xyx. They don’t have me locked away in the palace all the time, you know.”

Xyx shook a finger, smirking as he did so. “Ah, but you haven’t seen the full moon at sea, have you, doll? Trust me, it’s different.” And with his cryptic words, Xyx left you alone in your cabin once more. Instinct told you to ignore him and remain in your room for the night, but curiosity grasped on tight, enticing you out the door and following in Xyx’s footsteps. Upon reaching the deck, you realised only Xyx stood under the cover of the night sky. Taking a place beside him, your gaze drew upwards. Thousands of stars decorated the blanket of night, a dazzling display of the darkness’ beauty. Amid the starlight was the ever-pearlescent glow of the moon, gazing back at her onlookers. No words were shared between you and Xyx—they weren’t needed. But, under that pale light, his fingers gently grazed yours, curious and explorative. He tested those waters and waited for the reciprocal brush of your fingers against his.

"Forgive me if this is too forward,” he began. “But I appreciate you being here. Truly. I realise this wasn’t your choice, but your presence is one I treasure with each day that passes. More than you may realise.” Xyx reaches a hand, ever so softly taking hold of your cheek, eyes exploring yours for a sign you wanted this too. Then, stood beneath the incandescent light of the full moon, Xyx kisses you before he can stop himself; before he can second guess whether he is deserving of your lips, your touch; before either of you can question what such an act might bring. He kisses you and does all within his power to commit the shape of you to memory. He forgets all that came before it and all that is to come to fruition once his lips part from yours. And as his fingertips card through your hair, the only thing his mind allows him to envision is how deeply he needs this exact moment tattooed into his brain—have it burned into his eyelids so that with each moment they close, all that lies before him is your blissful radiance.

Weeks of pent-up frustration and yearning spill forth, flooding the empty deck of the ship. No reprieve is offered to either party, your only options to swim to the safety of self-inflicted sequestration, or drown in all that threatened to consume you. There was simply no choice to be made, both ensnared by the other’s siren song and entirely content to fall victim to its lethal charm.

Xyx’s lips parted from yours for a brief moment so that he could whisper, “Gods above and below, you are radiant. You keep me grounded, sweetheart. You keep me sane.” And his laps crash onto yours once more, longing strangling him—unrelenting and unwavering dedication crawling beneath his skin with each fire-tipped touch that blesses your frame in his arms. Concerns of what the future may bring are irrelevant, entirely forgotten amidst the enchanting haze of amorous adoration on display; only the moon bearing witness to such a tantalising scene of unadulterated sentiment.

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