#this was a lot longer than I expected but I love it

[expectiations]

I love that - thanks to one small line - their first kiss gives us a huge look at what kind of partner (and then later husband) the Eleventh Doctor is.

'What, that's it?'

First of all bear in mind from his perspective, yes they've gotten closer, but he's still suspecting that River might kill him sooner rather than later. It's understandable that some trust issues linger and thus he's still a bit quick with the casually dark (and cruel) demeanour.

River knows that. She knows where he is in his timeline. She knows that, despite how much he flirts with her (and he flirts with her A LOT), he is not her husband, not yet the man that loves her and he's not even the man that knows her. So why does his short goodbye confuse her?

Because this small line tells us that not only have they been dating (from his perspective) between DOTM and AGMGTW but they've been dating physically. To River, this short-fuzed ball of trust-issues is essentially not only her husband but also her actual boyfriend.

Meaning that the Doctor, before he became the doting idiot husband we saw in TATM/TNOTD and even before he knew who she was, never dropped her off after a date without at least (!) kissing her goodbye.

And I'm really putting the emphasis on never because River would otherwise not risk asking for a kiss, if there had been any doubt in her mind that this Doctor isn't a Doctor she had been dating. So what does that tell us?

Despite how much this fandom likes to paint the picture of the evil River who forced herself on the Doctor, she is never the one to initiate (physical) intimacy. She expected to be kissed, she expected the Doctor to kiss her because that's what the Doctor does. Husband or not.

And it's so ingrained in their relationship that even when he showed his honest confusion, River assumed he must be acting coy on purpose to get *her* to kiss *him* for once. And well it worked, intentionally or not, River complied because why wouldn't she? It's what they do.

Until of course she is forced to realise that it might not be what they do for much longer. This was his first kiss; so she might not see the boyfriend version of her Doctor very often from now on, if at all.

But ignoring all the insanely depressing angst of how that scene ended, yes we saw an end for River but we also saw where the Doctor's pre-AGMGTW dating spree and thus the affectionate idiot began because he makes it quite clear that he's up for more. (pun intended)

I wish we could've seen more of their time together. Unfortunately 98% of it happens off-screen but the point of this thread is to show that, even if most of it is off-screen, the show has made the nature of their relationship and the nature of the Doctor's feelings very clear. Moffat's writing style is quick-paced and certainly assumes that the audience isn't too stupid to keep up. (wonder how that worked out) And small lines like these contain so much vital information that, for some people, it's easy to overlook. But all we need to know is right there. The Eleventh Doctor dated River prior to AGMGTW, definitely prior to TWORS; they've been intimate for two hundred (!!!!) years from his perspective before he married her and he is the one to initiate that intimacy. That's all. 🥰

original post on X by @/eIevenriver (who writes the bestest Doctor x River threads ever)

#please reblog for more people to read #because i'd like to do my best to dispel the notion that the Doctor is unclear about his affections and distant to River #think piece #doctor who #meta? #meta #doctor who meta #doctor x river #eleventh doctor #river song #the doctor #yowzah #eleven x river #11th doctor #doctorriver meta #doctorriver #the doctor's wife #elevenriver #11river #11 x river #doctor x river meta #dw musings #i pond queue

[luimagines]

Legend Headcanon with an Affectionate S/O (1400 follower raffle)

Our fist place winner for the 1400 follower raffle was @numberonehere2008 and they asked for some headcanons where Legend has an affectionate significant other. I think it's a bit short, but hopefully it's ok.

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

Affectionate Platonically

He’s a bit surprised at first that you’re willing to touch him as often as you do.

He doesn’t shove you away even if it makes him a little uncomfortable.

He’s just not used to it.

That being said, even if doesn’t understand why you’re as affectionate as you are, he’s not going to tell you to stop.

Mostly because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

If you’re comfortable enough around him that you think there is no problem with it, then who’s he to shoot you down?

Legend wouldn’t initiate any hugs or hand holding though.

It’s a lot of you going to him, rather than him going to you.

He’d wrap his arm around you though at least.

Just so there’s no mistake about this not being ok.

He’d hate for you to be fine and suddenly feel like you’re doing something wrong.

Affectionate While Crushing

Oh, someone help this poor boy.

He’d want more. Just more.

But heaven forbid that you ever figure that out.

He will eventually slowly inch his way towards you before just flopping his head onto your lap.

Hesitantly starts holding your hand first.

Gasp- shocker, I know.

Legend might even get a little cheeky. ;)

A little flirty- He might linger a little longer than typically called for.

If you think that he’s finding more and more excuses to keep you within arms reach- dont’ worry about it.

He’d start touching you more in return, if only in a thinly veiled attempt to encourage you to do more. But he’ll never say it out loud.

Affectionate During Relationship

He’s no longer asking

Flops on you whenever he wants.

Kisses you without shame.

Tackles you when you least expect it.

He wants to cuddle all the time. He demands headpats and scritches.

When you give him just as much in return he always gets the same pretty boy, bashful smile.

But you really know that he’s just trying to not appear like a little ball of sunshine- even if that same smile makes him appear more like a sap than he intends.

It’s fine though.

Every time you want to show any sort of affection, his smile will stay there only for you.

If he’s pretending to not like it or that he’s being inconvenienced, ignore it. It’s just that he’s trying to keep up a “reputation” poorly.

You can tell he’s joking. It’s virtually seeping out of his bones.

He loves it

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu x reader

[scintillyyy]

zdarsky. so having had some time to sit on and think about batman #147 some more. well, here's the thing. i *do* understand the weaknesses in zdarksy's writing. he does have his favorites. he does have the unfortunate habit of hitting some characters with the stupid stick to make bruce & tim shine. which. i don't love either, it's not a hallmark of great writing. i do wish he would do less of that, & i empathize with the fans of characters who are not doing so hot this story.

however. i do think some of the issues arise from 1) the super expanded cast of characters nowadays means that you do have to pick and choose those who you want to focus on and uplift for the current story being told while everyone else get shafted and 2) i think. well, being a post-crisis fan myself. i think post-crisis as an era of comics spoiled us in a way with tight editorial, focus on shared continuity, and 90% of the titles being written by chuck dixon allowing for characterization and character trait consistency across titles & everyone having their own title to "shine" which allowed them to take a step back and be a supporting character in a different title in a way that overall felt like a less egregious depowering than it *currently* does in today's era: where titles & space to shine are far more limited opportunities for a hugely extended cast of characters and continuity is being held together by the thinnest string of vague references that allow us to pretend that it makes sense that this might be taking place in the same universe as concurrent stories.

because currently the way things are set up, due to the very nature of comics no longer being in their heyday of the 90s where they were selling like hotcakes, is that there's no expectations that you have to buy 10 different titles to get the entire story. there's more focus on "you can just by this one storyline by this one writer and it will stand on it's own and you don't have to read 12 other comics for things to make sense because you won't have really missed anything relevant to the story at hand". which, much like the shared continuity of the 90s, does have pros and cons (pros being that there's far less investment required from the reader, that you're not missing an integral part of the story in another character's line. cons being that there's far less narrative depth & character traits don't have a chance to develop and solidify across multiple titles & an overall smaller universe). but it's just so fundamentally different from how post-crisis was written that it's also a bit hard to truly compare 1:1 (it's also hard to compare completed stories to ongoing one)

because with the limited space with a focus on a contained story. that story has limited space. and so, that story is going to focus on 1 or 2 characters or relationships. and when you're in a bat-only title, well. compared to non-bat titles where the bat character tends to get slotted in the "smartest one in the room" role. the problem is that since they're all so smart together, someone has to get hit with the stupid stick (historically, it has happened to all of them at various different points). and sure tim is being treated extremely well by zdarsky. zdarsky clearly had a lot of love for tim. i would not recommend zdarsky to a non-tim fan. zdarsky's run is also the only title tim is appearing in, so for him to be bolstered up at the others' expense...i get the annoyance, i do. but at the same time it's also the only title tim's got going for him atm, he's allowed to be the specialist boy in it. cass is eating over in 'tec and birds of prey. nightwing has his own title to be the main character of (even if it's not being done well atm). other characters have their own dedicated space. tim is allowed to shine in the only one he's got for the moment.

and as a tim fan. it's funny because i see zdarsky as pulling back hard on "tim drake, boy genius" to instead focus on the other traits i love so much about him. focusing on him as the team up dude, calling back to the early tim and bruce dynamic where tim told bruce what to do and bruce had so much trust and pride in him, calling back to tim's strengths as the guy who coordinates team ups to try and help bruce be less isolated, tim thinking dick is great. his ingenuity and cleverness and hard work over being natural boy genius we've been suffering from. idk. i just. idk. one day zdarksy will be gone and tim will go back in the dungeon. for now i'll take what little i can get.

#this is incoherent but. #i do think it's hard to be in a current era where ur dude is getting the mischaracterization stick #there's plenty of tim and dick i do not like and think is mischaracterized to bolster other characters #it happens. historically they all have ups and downs. #idk. i am well aware of zdarsky's many flaws. as a tim fan i love what he's doing with tim.

[trendywaifus]

Just the thought of Sunday and Reader bonding because of Robin they hate each other but because it makes Robin happy they will endure

“ erm, this place you picked for us to dine in is. .quite interesting, (name). “ sunday awkwardly comments, looking down at his cheeseburger and fries with subtle uncertainty. the burger seem decent and a bit greasy and the fries are golden brown but needs more salt. he suppose this will do. you shrugged, throwing a fry into your mouth, “ this is a family diner me and robin regularly go to when we visit penacony. she loves the shakes and burgers here. “ sunday merely hums, tentatively grabbing a knife and fork to split the burger into four pieces.

“ is that so? “ he attempts to smoothly cut the burger in half and fails. it seems like the meat is. .a bit overcooked. you have his sister eating at this subpar location and she likes it? unbelievable. “ y’know, you can eat the burger with your hands. .because it’s a burger, sunday. you don’t have to use silverware.” you remark with amusement in your voice, hiding your smirk behind the back of your hand as you watched sunday struggle with cutting through the burger.

“ maybe if the burger wasn’t so greasy and tough, perhaps i wouldn’t think twice about touching such a poor excuse of a burger. “

agitated, you smack your lips with the roll of your eyes, “ don’t be such a drama queen, sunny boy. you know the burger is not even that greasy and the meat itself is just slightly over cooked. keep your royal standards and perfect boy etiquette to yourself, asshole—“

the abrupt sound of the bell ringing and the front door opening echos through the small diner. heels hastily click across the tile floor as a familiar teal–haired woman paces down the isle to you and sunday’s table. all of your agitation melts away when you see robin’s apologetic smile. “ i greatly apologize for being late, big brother and (name)! the interview took longer than i had hoped. “

you smile warmly at her, patting a spot next to you on the booth. “ no, no—you’re okay, my angel. come sit next to me and rest, i’ve already ordered your favorites.” sunday greets her as well with a welcoming smile as she sits down next to you. you drape an arm around her waist and give her a quick kiss on the lips. “ i was just introducing your brother to the food here. don’t you want to see his reaction, robbie? “

conniving little weasel. sunday’s brow twitches. then, his eyes softens when robin’s eyes lights up with curiosity and excitement. “ i would be happy to! i’ve been meaning to tell you about this family diner, brother. the shakes here are delicious. i’m glad that we’re all here to enjoy the food together. “

sunday sighs in defeat and drops the silverware from his gloved hands. he slips off his gloves and sets it on his lap. “ i’m very much delighted to be here for the first time. let me do the honors of taking the first bite. “ he slowly grabs the burger in his hands, secretly cringing as the melted cheese and mayo seeps out from between the buns. sunday brings it to his mouth and takes a experimental bite of it. a surprised hum slips from his throat at the taste. although, the meat is chewy, it doesn’t have a bad taste to it either. the mayo and cheese oddly works well together too.

huh.

“ well? “ you gauge his reaction, not bothering to hide the knowing smirk on your face as you watch him take another bite of the burger. sunday flashes you a quick glare and smiles at robin, who was watching him with a hopeful expression on her face. “ it’s better than i expected. i can see why you took a liking to this place, robin. “ he admits after finishing his bite, grabbing a napkin to wipe the stains off his hands and mouth.

she sighs with relief, “ thank goodness. i was afraid the family diner wouldn’t be to your liking since this is a lot different from what you’re accustomed to. “

you snort, “ oh trust me my sweet, you hit it right on the— “

sunday clears his throat, interrupting you. “ i will say that the food here, specifically this burger, is something that i’m not used to but i quite like it. next time, i insist that you introduce me to your favorite orders here, robin. “

i swear this man has such a soft spot for his little sis. you thought, lazily putting another fry into your mouth while robin and sunday converse with each other. and that’s the only green flag I’m willing to see from him.

#trendy #robin x reader hsr

[matty-bear]

I was the one who requested A Trip Down Memory Lane. I absolutely love it. If you were to make another sister reader story, you should do a part 2 of the triplets raiding her house. I think that would be an awesome fic

Ps. Thank you so much for writing my request. Love the fics

The “House Raid”

type: request ! read part one here ! 

pairing: sturniolo x little sister 

warnings: sfw, fluffy, lighthearted sibling banter 

summary: the triplets finally crash over at your place ! who knew the chaotic yet fun hangout would turn into a sleepover ? (the boys knew, you didn’t) 

notes: omg azul finally posting?? so glad to be getting back on my writing grind :3 apologies in advance for how long this is i might’ve gone a lil overboard 😭 anywho, happy reading and enjoy! <3 

WC: 4.9K 

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“Loki!” You stumble to a quick halt when your Bombay cat slips underneath the sofa, the clattering of his claws slowly coming to a stop. An exasperated sigh escapes you as you get down on your knees and lower your head so you can peek underneath the furniture. “Loki~” You call out softly, “Come here, baby.” 

As you begin to tap your pointer finger on the floorboards, the sound of claws clattering on the floor sounds from behind you. You quickly shift your focus from Loki camping under the sofa to your snowshoe cat who’s calmly making his way over to you. “Hey, Clyde.” You greet with a smile. The cat meows softly at your greeting and takes a seat where your head is lying on the floor. “Your brother is under the sofa.” 

Clyde meows again, this time a little longer, before he stretches his front legs, his tail sticking straight up as he does so. You eye him for a moment before turning your head to look back under the sofa. “Loki, come on. Matt’s gonna be here in a few minutes and he’s gonna want to meet all of you.” 

Nick texted you yesterday that they would be coming over to quote on quote, “raid your house” today. Ever since you received the message, you took it upon yourself to tidy up your place and make it look as nice as possible. The boy said they should be over by five o’clock if Chris wouldn’t demand a pit stop, which seemed unreasonable for Nick considering that they didn’t live that far from you. In fact, the drive from your place to theirs was only  30-minutes, maybe a little longer depending on traffic and such. 

Now, you didn’t have a very large place since it was just you and your cats living there so you didn’t have much to clean. However, since you have a cat that constantly wants to play and have you running around the house, the cleaning took a lot longer than expected. You were grateful that your other two other cats were relatively on the calmer side so you didn’t have to worry about constantly keeping an eye out for them. However, when it came to Loki, it seemed like you were handling a toddler at times. 

When a soft meow sounds from the darkness of the underside of the sofa, you groan and roll into your back. Your eyes flicker up to Clyde who’s intently looking down at you, his tail slowly waving behind him. “Where's Bonnie? In the playroom?” You ask.

The snowshoe cat meows and looks over at the room across the one you guys are currently in. Your eyes follow the cat’s gaze and you squint your eyes to take a peek in the room through the small space made between the door and the doorframe. 

When your eyes manage to catch a quick glimpse of a white tail snake around the bottom of the cat tower, you sigh softly and rest your head back down on the cold wooden floorboards. You mindlessly stuff your hand in the pocket of your sweatpants to grab your phone. Once the device is pulled out of your pants and you bring it up to your face, you turn it on. The time 4:55 PM immediately greets you in thin red letters. 

Your brothers should be here in five minutes. 

“Loki, I'm not gonna move or reach under the sofa to get you.” You say, turning your head to take a quick glance under the sofa. When a mew runs through your ears, you sigh and put your phone back in your pocket before boosting yourself up into a standing position. “Come out when you want to, I suppose.” 

As you make your way to the kitchen, Clyde follows close behind you in a small, joyous trot. When you stop in front of the fridge and pull one of the doors open, the cat leaps up onto the marble countertop next to the appliance. “You think this will be enough sodas, Clyde?” You turn your head to look over at the snowshoe cat who’s licking his arm. 

The cat quickly halts his actions and looks over at you, his eyes shifting over to your shoulder. When you give the cat a small nod, he leaps onto your shoulder and gets himself situated before bending down slightly to peer into the fridge which is half full of Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and Root Beers. Clyde meows softly and paws the side of your face gently. 

You nod your head again and shut the door of the fridge with a soft thud before turning around on your heels and scanning the house from the spot you're standing. “Is your litter box clean?” You ask, turning your head slightly to look over at Clyde who’s now comfortably lying on your shoulder. The cat meows softly with a nod of the head. “Alright, I'm trusting you.”

Just as you go to return back to the living room, the muffled sound of car doors shutting runs through your ears, followed by faint chatter. In the blink of an eye, Clyde jumps off your shoulder and sprints to the door. Bonnie, your ragdoll kitten, also makes her first appearance of the day as she runs out of the playroom to go to the door.

She takes a seat next to Clyde and intently looks up at the door, her tail slowly waving behind her in anticipation. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight and make your way over to the front door as well to unlock it. The moment you twist the last lock, muffled knocking comes from the other side of the door. 

“FBI open up!” You hear someone exclaim. this kid. 

You open the door with a small shake of the head, your eyes immediately landing on your brothers who are standing on your porch with wide smiles. 

“You’re not fooling anyone, Chris.” You say with a soft chuckle. 

“You could tell that was me?” Chris asks, a single finger pointing at his chest.

“Yeah.” You giggle softly when a small pout appears on Chris’ lips. You tear your focus away from the brunette to look over at Nick and Matt who are looking behind you with slightly widened eyes. “What?”

You quickly look behind you to try to find what the two are staring at, however, when your eyes land on Bonnie and Clyde who are now standing and gazing up at the two brunettes in front of them, you smile softly. “Here, you guys come inside and I'll introduce them to you.” 

With a small hand wave, the three boys make their way inside your house. As Chris and Nick take a quick glance around the place, Matt slowly approaches Bonnie and Clyde who are still standing behind you. When the two cats stop backing up, he crouches down in front of them and sticks his hand out to allow the two to smell him. 

“Oh my God, I love how simplistic your place is, it’s so cute.” Nick gushes, a small smile overtaking his lips. 

“Thank you!” You exclaim with a wide smile. “I’d give you guys the house tour right now but I think someone would rather play with my cats.” 

You and the two boys in front of you look down at Matt who is playful with Bonnie and Clyde. A wide smile is plastered on his lips and he giggles when Clyde nuzzles his head into his side. When Chris clears his throat, the male quickly picks his head up and meets eyes with the three of you. “I think they like me,” Matt says softly, shooting you guys a smile before diverting his focus back to the two cats who are now attempting to climb him. 

~~~

“This is my room.” You say as you swing open the door to your bedroom. 

“Oh my God,” Chris mumbles, his jaw dropping in awe as he steps inside your cozy lit room. 

“You do have the plushies I got you!” Nick exclaims as he quickly makes his way to the small stack of plushies you have atop your bed. A wide smile overtakes the brunette’s features as his eyes shift over to the two larger Hello Kitty plushies that sit next to your nightstand. He places a gentle hand on top of one of the plushie's heads, his thumb gently caressing over its fur which is still soft as though it was bought yesterday. 

“I told you I still have them.” You smile as you make your way over to the male. 

“You’re a music geek aren’t you?” Chris asks. You quickly turn around to face the older boy  to see him admiring your wall and shelves full of vinyls and CDs, his free hand mindlessly fidgeting with the dials on your record player. 

“I literally can’t live without it.” You say with a small chuckle. “You can look through what I have by the way. Just be careful if you want to play one.” 

Chris rubs his hands together and jumps on his heels a few times out of pure excitement. You can’t help but laugh softly as he begins to drag a single finger across your wide selection of vinyls. After a moment, you shift your attention over to Matt who’s admiring your small art studio set up in the corner of the room.

A small baby blue paintbrush is being twirled between his fingers as he gazes at your easel which has a few blotches of dried paint on it. You quietly make your way over to the male and when you’re close enough, he notices your presence and turns his head to look at you. 

“This is so cool,” Matt mumbles with a small smile. 

“Thank you.” You smile. 

“Is this a new project you’re working on?” At the sight of the brunette pointing at the canvas resting on the easel, you gently nod your head. 

“I’m just in the sketching stage right now.” 

“Really? It looks blank.” 

“I don’t like sketching too hard. Sometimes I'm not able to get all the pencil markings off.” Matt gently nods his head, the hand twirling the paintbrush between his fingers not coming to a stop. “You wanna paint something? I have some extra canvases.” 

“Really?” You chuckle softly at the sight of Matt’s eyes lighting up, his mouth shaping into a small oval. 

“Yeah! It can be a little activity for the four of us.” 

“I’d love that. Should we ask Nick and Chris if they'd be down to do it?” 

After you nod your head, you turn around to the two mentioned males who are still in their previous positions. “Nick, Chris.” You call. The two quickly stop what they’re doing and look over at you. “You guys wanna paint something?” 

“Fuck yeah, are you kidding?” Chris replies as he gently returns a vinyl back to its spot on the shelf. 

“I’m so down,” Nick adds, with a wide smile. 

“Alright, where do you guys wanna do it?” You ask as you make your way over to your drawers full of paint. 

“Can we do it outside?” Matt asks, a single hand extending out in front of him. You take a quick glance over to the boy and nod your head before setting a few bottles of paint in his open palm. At the sight of the brunette assisting you with gathering the supplies. Nick and Chris quickly walk over and start helping you as well.

~~~

It didn’t take very long for the four of you to find yourselves outside, paint brushes, bottles, and canvases spread out on the bright green grass in your backyard. 

“Do you guys know what you want to paint?” You ask as you kneel down on the grass, your right hand firmly grasping four paint pallets. 

“I wanna paint a deer!” Chris exclaims.

“I wanna try to do a cabin or a forest,” Matt says as he begins to fiddle with a bottle of green paint. 

“Nick?” You ask, leaning forward to get a better look at the older boy who’s a little ways from you. 

“If I'm being honest I have no idea what I wanna paint. I think I'm just gonna wing it.” Nick admits as he brings a hand up to nervously rub his nape. 

“That’s fine! Don’t let yourself feel restricted to do anything.” You say with a small reassuring smile. “Before we start, I think you guys might want one of these.” 

You grab a single paint pallet from the stack you’re holding for yourself before handing the rest of them to Matt. After the male grabs one, he hands the last two to Chris. Once Nick gets his pallet, you begin to instruct the boys on what to do with the paint. After they give you rapid head nods to show that they understand everything you said, the four of you begin to gather the needed paint for y’all’s pieces. 

“You guys don’t mind if I play some music right?” You ask as you reach for your phone which is discarded on the grass next to you. 

“We don’t mind,” Chris replies as he flicks open a bottle of light brown paint, flinching harshly when some specks of paint splatter on his face.  

You nod to yourself and take a moment to scroll through your playlists, your eyes racking through the long lists of songs to try to find something you all would like. After finding a playlist that consists of a mixture of your guys’ favorite songs, you hit shuffle and set your phone back down on the grass next to you. As you pick up your number two pencil, you take a glance over at the three boys next to you, the sight of their focused and determined expressions bringing a large smile to your face. 

God this is gonna be so much fun. 

-three hours later- 

The sun has finally set in the sky after a while of the four of you painting. Soft pinks, oranges, and yellows have replaced the sky’s once light blue color. Upon noticing the boy’s lack of energy and the subtle yawns racking through their body, you decided to call it a night and suggest the four of you head back inside. 

Chris was a little worried about leaving the paint and canvases outside but you reassured him that it would be fine. After dragging the boys back inside the sweet aroma of your house, you sigh heavily and immediately make a beeline to the kitchen. 

“You guys hungry? I can order something. I don’t feel like cooking anything tonight and I don't think you guys cooking would be the best idea.” You ask as you lean against your island and dig your phone out of your pocket. 

“Okay, rude,” Nick mumbles with a soft huff. “What do you guys feel like eating?” 

“Can we get pizza please?” Chris asks, a heavy exhale escaping his lips as he plops down on the sofa. 

“Yeah, of course. The usual?” 

“Please.” You nod your head and begin scrolling through Uber Eats, your eyes scanning through the countless pizza places nearby in search of one that has a low delivery price. As you finally settle on one, the sound of Matt gasping softly causes you to pick your head up abruptly. Immediately, your eyes land on the male who’s sitting on the floor and playing with Loki. 

“Loki!” You exclaim, your sudden loudness startling all three boys and causing them to look over at you. “So you decided to completely ignore me all day and only come out when Matt’s here? I see how it is.” 

“Wait, where was he?” Nick asks, extending a single hand out to the black cat a few steps in front of him. 

“Under the sofa.” You mumble in response. “He’s been driving me to the brink of insanity since like 5 AM.” 

“Loki, don't be so mean to your mother.” Matt scolds the cat softly. Loki stares at the brunette and seemingly glares at the boy before jumping on him. The boy lets out a small yell as he falls back onto the floorboards with a hollow thud. 

“Loki! No jumping on people!” You exclaim. 

“He’s fine, y/n,” Matt says gently. You shake your head in slight irritation before you return your focus to ordering dinner. As you do so, Matt silently watches as Loki crawls on his chest and drags his snout against the hot pink bear shirt he’s wearing. After a moment the cat meows softly and lays down on the brunette’s chest, his tail gently swaying behind him. “Can I touch you?” Matt asks, a single hand over the cat’s backside. 

When Loki mews softly in response, the boy gently sets his hand on the cat’s back, his fingers immediately beginning to scratch behind his ears. Almost immediately, Loki begins to pur, his eyes shutting and his body turning slightly so he can lean into Matt’s palm. The male can’t help but chuckle softly at the feline's action, a wide, excited smile decorating his features as he silently continues his actions. 

-30 minutes later- 

“Loki!” Matt exclaims, his speech muffled due to the pizza in his mouth. The male quickly pulls the slice away from his mouth when the mentioned cat leaps up to his chest and tries to take a nip at the food. 

“Loki, what have I told you about bothering people when they’re eating?” You ask, your eyes narrowing as you stare down at the cat in front of you. Loki quickly gets off Matt and turns around to look at you, his green eyes piercing into yours for a few seconds before he meows and walks off to a different room. 

“He’s a stubborn one isn’t he?” Chris asks as he raises the cup full of Pepsi to his mouth. 

“Very.” You grumble. with a soft huff, you lift yourself from the floor and bend down to pick up your empty plate. “Are you guys done?” 

“Yeah. Shit was so good, thanks y/n.” Nick replies, his eyes slightly squinting as he sends you a smile. 

“Of course. Don’t need you guys to starve.” You make your way over to all three boys and take their empty plates from them, your generous action earning small ‘thank you’s. You simply nod your head in response and make your way over to your kitchen to throw the plates away. After cleaning your hands off with a paper towel, a thought pops into your head. 

“Hey guys?” You ask as you make your way back into the living room. 

“What’s up?” Chris asks, his head lifting from the headrest of the sofa.

“Do you guys wanna spend the night? I have the extra room and some inflatable beds if y'all want to.” 

At the sound of Nick giggling softly, your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look over at him. When you see the boy cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle his laughter, you send him a look of suspicion. “Why are you laughing?” 

“We were planning on spending the day whether you asked us or not. We have our shit in the car.” Nick replies with a stifled giggle.  

“And what would happen if I never asked or said no?” 

“We’d do it anyway,” Matt replies with a small shrug. “We’d also use force or threaten you to let us stay the night.” 

“Threaten me?” You raise a single eyebrow at the three as they look at you rather innocently. 

“Yeah,” Chris replies with a tight-lipped smile. You exhale through your nose and shake your head before sitting on the floor next to Matt. 

“You know there’s plenty of couch space, right?” Nick asks, his tone laced with judgment as he pats the empty spot next to him. 

“I know. I just wanna do this.” You reply simply. Without a word more, you throw yourself against Matt. With a small yelp from the brunette, the two of you plop down on the floor. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Matt asks, his head rising off the floor to look down at you. 

“Laying on you?” You sas. As you maneuver yourself atop the brunette, Matt lets out a sigh of defeat and rests his head back down on the floor. 

“Y/N I’m tired, get off.” You firmly shake your head in response and dig in your pants pocket for your phone. After fishing the device out and setting it on Matt’s chest in front of your face, the boy huffs softly. 

“Wait, are we doing a dog pile?” Chris asks, excitement laced in his tone as he hurriedly sets his empty cup on the nearby table. 

“No, we’re not. Don’t even-“ Matt doesn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before Chris runs over to the two of you and plops down on top of your back. At the added weight, Matt groans and whines out a slew of complaints. 

“Wait, I wanna join,” Nick says, setting his phone down on the couch cushion and getting up off the sofa. Matt opens his mouth to yell something at the older but another groan escaping his lips prevents him from doing so as Nick throws himself on top of Chris’s back.. 

“Holy shit, y’all are heavy as hell.” You say, your voice strained as you lay limply against Matt. 

“I don’t wanna hear you complaining. You two started the pile.” Chris retorts with a soft huff. 

“We didn’t start the pile!” Matt whines, a single arm draping over his eyes. 

“Beg to differ but whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

Matt opens his mouth to say a snarky remark however Nick slipping off Chris and jumping back on top of him causes both him and you to groan loudly. 

“NICK!” Matt yells. 

“Sorry, slipped off.” 

~~~~

“So did you guys sort out the sleeping arrangements or…” You start, your voice trailing off slightly. You lower your arms which are holding up three blankets against your chest, your eyes immediately landing on your three brothers who are all sitting on the sofa. 

Nick quickly lifts his head to meet your gaze before replying, “I’m getting the bed, Chris will sleep in the room with me on the air mattress, and Matt will sleep on the sofa.” 

“Alright sounds good.” You gently nod your head before approaching the three and handing them each a blanket. “I don't know if you guys have a preference in blankets so y'all can switch if you’d like.” 

“These are good, thanks, kid,” Matt says with a small smile. 

“Of course.” You return the boy's smile with one of your own before excusing yourself to go to the kitchen. “Well, I'm gonna head to my room and keep working on the project I'm doing. If you guys need anything, let me know.” 

“Will do. Night y/n!” Chris exclaims, the two males next to him repeating after him not long after. 

“Night boys.” After grabbing a water bottle from the top shelf, you shut the fridge and head to your bedroom. The moment you walk up to your easel, the faint sound of claws clattering against the floor sounds from behind you. You quickly whip your head around and smile softly as Bonnie slowly makes her way over to you. 

“Hi, baby.” You greet the feline gently. Bonnie lifts her head to look at you and meows faintly before stopping next to your feet. You can’t help but chuckle softly at the female before you take a seat in front of your easel, Bonnie immediately leaping up onto your lap moments after.

As you begin to gently pet the feline with one hand, the other gets to work on grabbing your paintbrush and making sure you have all the needed paints on your nearby pallet. When everything is set, you slip your headphones on and hit shuffle on a random playlist before getting to work on finishing the base layer on the canvas. 

~~~

You didn't realize how immensely focused you were on gently gliding your paintbrush over your canvas until you felt someone tap your shoulder. You immediately jump at the sudden touch and quickly whip around in your seat, your eyes landing on Chris whose face is painted with a nervous expression. 

“What's wrong, Chris?” You ask the male, your voice not going past a faint whisper as you slide your headphones off your head and set them around your neck. 

A few beats of silence pass by as you continue to cautiously eye the boy in front of you. After a few more moments of Chris not verbally responding and keeping his gaze glued to the floor, your brain begins to grind with reasons as to why the boy wanted your attention. As a single cause sits on the top of your head, you force your lips together and direct your attention from Chris to your phone which is discarded on the table in front of you.

You gently tap the turned-off device with your pinkie, the screen lighting up seconds later. Immediately, the time 4:37 AM greets you on your lock screen, and your heart drops at the sight of it. You quickly turn your head back around to look at Chris, only to see that the boy hasn’t moved from his previous position. 

“Did you have a nightmare? You’re not usually up this late unless something wakes you up,” You ask the male, your head slightly tilting to the side. 

You watch as Chris’ eyes shift up to meet yours. After a moment, the male slowly nods his head and brings a hand up to rub his nape. “I tried to wake up Nick to ask if I could sleep with him but his ass didn’t wanna wake up. I would ask Matt but the sofa is too small for the both of us to lay comfortably.” 

“Do you wanna sleep with me then? I have plenty of room. Just letting you know now, you might wake up to one of the cats sleeping on or near you.” 

“I'm perfectly fine with that. I just really need to sleep next to someone.”

“Well, you can go and get yourself comfortable. I'll be there in a minute. I just need to put my stuff up.” Chris gives you a small nod and turns on his heels before making his way to your bed. 

You take a moment to watch the boy slowly crawl on the side that doesn’t hold your plushies before you focus on putting your things away. When your short task is complete, you gently scoop Bonnie, who’s fallen asleep in your lap, up in your arms. You slowly get up from your seat and nudge it closer to the easel with your foot before walking over to the small cat bed next to your nightstand. After slowly crouching down and laying the sleeping feline down on the soft cushion, you stand up and shuffle over to your bed. 

As you reach over to grab a few plushies from the pile on the empty side, you take a glance over at Chris who’s silently scrolling through his phone. After setting the plushies in your arms down on the pile with the rest of them, you finally slip under the covers. With a soft sigh, you turn your head a little to look over at the male next to you. 

“You gonna go to sleep or what? it’s nearly 5 AM and I know your ass is gonna be a little prick if you don’t get your hours in,” You ask with a soft huff. 

Chris immediately turns his head at your statement, his eyes narrowing into a playful glare. “I was waiting for you, dickwad.” The brunette grumbles. 

“Well I’m here now so go mimis.” 

“Mimis? The fuck is mimis?” You roll your eyes and roll onto your side at the sight of Chris sending you a judgmental look. 

“I say that instead of sleep sometimes, get off my ass, kid. Now go to sleep.” 

You finally hear Chris huff behind you, followed by the duvet shuffling as the male presumably tries to get comfortable. “Weird ass.” The boy mumbles under his breath. 

You roll your eyes once more and kick the older male’s calf, drawing a rather overly dramatic exclamation and flinch from the boy. 

“You dick! Don’t fucking kick me!” Chris exclaims, a look of hurt flashing over his features as he turns his head to look over at you. 

“Don’t call me weird.” You grumble a response. “Now shut it and go to sleep before I kick you off the bed.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Chris… I swear to God.”

“Sorry, sorry, going mimis.” 

You mumble something faintly under your breath before kicking Chris’ leg again, drawing yet another dramatic shout from him. 

“OW!” The brunette yells. You take a peek over your shoulder to see the older male sitting up, a look of hurt clear on his face. 

“You’re mocking me, asshole.” You say with a soft chuckle. 

“No, I'm not!” 

“You said mimis, Chris. You’re literally mocking me.” 

“Okay but in my defense, that’s such a childish thing to say.” 

The moment you roll onto your back and fully turn your head to look at Chris with a warning glare, the male immediately clamps his mouth shut. Wordlessly, the older quickly lays back down and pulls the blanket up to his chin, not daring to mutter a single word more to you. 

“Goodnight Chris.” You state, struggling to bite back the giggle threatening to escape your lips as you roll back onto your side. 

A few beats of silence passed by before Chris mumbled a small “night kid” back to you. 

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Off My Mind

(Dean Winchester x Y/n)

You've been trying so hard to get over Dean Winchester, trying to forget about him is hard when he keeps showing up everywhere.....

(This one shot is inspired by Radio Company song of the same title 🥰)

Y/n knew she needed to forget about Dean Winchester. He was a distraction she couldn't afford, a temptation she couldn't indulge in. She knew about the sort of life he led with his brother, 'The Family Business' as he kept on telling her. He told her everything. And to his surprise, she hadn't ran away screaming. Instead she was in awe of him. Eventually though, she knew she would have to forget about him. Yet, fate had other plans.

Dean seemed to have a knack for showing up when she least expected it. Whether it was a chance encounter at the local diner or a random visit to her workplace, he always managed to find his way back into her life. She was like a drug to him. After a bad hunt, he would drive for hours just to see her. Just to speak to her, hold her close. It wasn't always about sex for Dean. He felt a sort of connection to Y/n that he had never felt with any other women he'd been with.

Despite her best efforts to push him away, Dean's charm and persistence began to wear down her defenses. His jokes would make her laugh, his stories would captivate her, and his presence would soothe her troubled mind.

One night, after a particularly long day, Y/n found herself lying awake in bed, unable to shake off the events of the day. And then, like clockwork, she heard a knock on her door. She hesitated at first, wondering if it could be Dean again. He had just finished a hint nearby. It was an run of the mill Vamp hunt, which was over a lot quicker than he had planned. So instead of making the days druve back to the bunker. Dean took a detour. He needed to see her.

Sure enough, when she opened the door, there he was, a sheepish smile on his face and that sparkle in his eyes that she found irresistible. Without a word, Dean entered her apartment and made himself comfortable on her couch.

Hours passed as they talked and laughed, sharing stories and secrets under the dim glow of the lamp. Y/n couldn't deny the connection between them, a magnetic pull that drew her closer to him with each passing moment.

As the night grew late, Y/n offered Dean her spare bedroom to spend the night. To her surprise, he declined and instead made his way to her bed, patting the empty space beside him, inviting her to join him.

It was a risky move, one that Y/n knew she shouldn't entertain. But the warmth of Dean's body against hers, the gentle press of his lips to her forehead as he whispered goodnight, all of it made it impossible for her to resist.

In the quiet stillness of the night, Y/n found herself tangled in Dean's arms, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, she knew that forgetting about him was no longer an option.

"So, how do I get you off my mind

With you back in my bed

How do I get you off my mind

Can't have you living in my head"

For sometimes, the heart knows what the mind refuses to accept. And as Y/n drifted off to sleep in Dean's embrace, she allowed herself to savor this stolen moment of happiness, cherishing the forbidden love that bloomed between them.

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Kitty mentioned that Hokaze’s name was not only strange for a woman, but also that it was hard to find a connection with her name and the theme the rest of the Alicein have. Now I’m no expert at Japanese names (much less Japanese itself) but I had fun digging to see what I could find, and I found quite a lot! So let’s get to it :D

Interpreted to the best of my ability, Misono’s mom has a name which roughly means “one who is quick to overcome ups and downs”

Which is why she was drawn holding Jane Eyre when she and Lily met

She’s an inversion of Jane’s story, just like the Alicein brothers are an inversion of Cain and Abel

For anyone who’s never read Jane Eyre, a quick and dirty plot summary of the relevant parts is that Jane, an orphan girl, eventually ends up in the employ of a rich man who she falls in love with, however he is married and because of that, she refuses to continue their relationship. The man of the house reveals that the reason he didn’t tell her this is because his wife was insane, and she screams and barks and growls and runs around like an animal. Eventually the woman in her insanity burns down the manor, but her husband escapes and, now a widow, it would no longer weigh on Jane’s conscience to marry him. The books ends with Jane writing about how they’re expecting their first child together. The book’s themes of morality and class differences are echoed, to the result of tragedy, in the story of the Alicein

Hokaze doesn’t manage to overcome her status of being born a penniless orphan by marrying a rich man and joining the upper classes. Instead she is murdered by his wife who has been driven mad with jealousy. Her story is one of an idealistic dream, executed in a self serving manner, confronted with reality that cost her her life

Also, the 歩 part of hokaze’s name can also be read as “fu,” a pawn in shogi :))

Mikado is the emperor, kiriko is the princess, and Mikuni the kingdom they made together

Hokaze wanted to be queen but was merely a pawn, and ultimately playing a very different “game” than the royalty around her

It’s also notable that the one who put her down that path is Lily, who shares a name with the white pawn Alice takes the place of during the chess game in Through The Looking Glass.

Her scheme also gives the name she gave Misono a very different light.

She gave him a character from Mikado’s name, “proof” of his infidelity, and the one for garden, because he is the “fruit” of her labors, the beautiful rose of the future queen of Wonderland

The extreme irony here is that Mikuni is much more like Hokaze in his actions, while Misono closely resembles Kiriko’s loyalty and ability to forgive others (at the cost of himself)

Also, Mikuni is going to hate this, but

His desire to protect misono from the harsh truths of the world, even going so far as to burn down part of his own home, is… Very, very Mikado. It’s fine if he cheats, manipulates, and even hurts Misono, so long as the result is Misono continues to be able to live with such a simple and idealistic view of love and life

They look like their mothers, inherited behavior patterns from each other’s, and also share quite a lot with their father

It’s a very beautiful way of weaving them together as a family, and also Strike’s use of word play to set Hokaze apart from the Alicein cast while also giving her name something to tie her to the theme is extremely clever. Boy is it mean though xD

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Human Packbonding: Spontaneous Adoption

One of my favorite of the HASO tropes (specifically a sub trope of the human packbonding trope) is humans as the ultimate parents, specifically humans having the propensity to adopt random kids from bad situations. I love me some found family, sue me. Here’s a little three part (maybe more) diddy I wrote a while ago with this trope as the base.

Merc and Floof

Six months. I’ve been on this Odin-forsaken planet for six fucking months. It is a miserable existence, hunting monsters in the desert wasteland with no gratitude from the locals. The lords who hired me think their pitiful pay thanks enough, and the common folk resent me for being on the lord’s payroll. Not to mention the sandy terrain, beating heat, and oh yeah, the fucking monsters I’m killing. Once my contract is up, credits be damned, I’m getting out of here. I’d rather sleep on the streets than stay here any longer than physically possible.

… or at least that’s what I’d say if I didn’t have a husband and son to provide for. My mercenary work is the only thing keeping them fed, and as much as I’d like to go home to be with them, I know they can’t live off his teacher’s salary alone. Sometimes I think about abandoning my post and taking the next shuttle off planet, but those are just my intrusive thought speaking. Realistically, I’ll be staying on this planet for a few more years at least. Jesus titty fucking christ, If hell exists I am in it. Now, I know this sounds like I’m throwing myself a pity party here, but I assure you I’m not. I’m just telling it how it is.

The brooding mercenary was roused from his trance when a young Lycan tugged at his cloak. She was small, thin, and would be dangerously fluffy if not for the grime and sand caked into her fur. She was wearing what to any Terran would be easily identified as a potato sack but to the Lycan was a passable dress. She was shivering in the nighttime cold, breath nearly forming into steam before her, and yet, in perfect Terra Communis, she spoke.

“Um, ahem. My master, Lord Mokta, would like to formally invite you and a guest of your choice to dine with him and his wife in his estate in an hour. If you’ll please let me know your plan I’ll run it back to his lordship.”

“Master huh? What are you, some kind of slave?”

“Um no, not really. I’m an indentured servant for his lordship, my parents made the contract. I’ll be free once I can pay out the contract value or when I come of age, which ever comes first.”

“And how much do you get paid?”

“I don’t, I rely on the kindness of strangers like you.”

“That sounds a lot like slavery to me… So then, what’s the contract value?”

At this point, the mercenary’s interest had been piqued. He scarcely knew what he would with the information he would obtain, he only knew that his ravenous curiosity would be stated only once he knew.

“… it’s 50 credits sir.”

50 credits? Did he hear that right? Only 50 measly credits could buy this sweet girl’s freedom? He could afford to not eat for a few days if it meant this girl, whose name he didn’t even know, would get to go free. He pulled out a 50 cred stick and pressed it into the girl’s paws.

“That should cover it then, now how would you like to be my guest to Mokta’s dinner?”

Instead of simply accepting like the stoic mercenary expected, the girl burst into tears and fell to the ground. She sat there on her knees, hyperventilating, sobbing, and thanking the bewildered mercenary profusely. It was a sight to behold, and the mercenary was finding himself increasingly uncomfortable. He tried, unsuccessfully, to use words to quell the girl’s tears. This effort only exacerbated the storm of emotion and in the end, the mercenary wrapped the girl in his arms and let his heartbeat and breathing steady her own. Once she had calmed enough to be spoken to, the mercenary did so.

“So then, what is your answer? Will you or will you not accompany me? If we don’t get going now, we’ll be late.”

“Yes, I’d love to go with you! But are you sure my dress is ok?”

“If it’s good enough for his messenger, it’s good enough for his guest. Let’s get on then.”

It was quite the upset when the cloaked mercenary, sword at waist and ragged girl in tow, strode into the banquet hall. The Lycan with the fanciest robe, Lord Mokta the mercenary assumed, was especially outraged. He shouted to the mercenary.

“Human! Why aren’t you dressed properly?! This kind of disrespect would have you beheaded if you were my subject!”

“Good thing I’m not your subject then. I don’t own one of your fancy robes, nor any Terran formal wear. It was either my day cloak and ceremonial sword or my power armor and machine gun, which would you prefer?”

“I…, you…” he sputtered, “all right, just take your seat here. Messenger girl, get back to the quarters!”

“Wait now, she’s my guest. You did say I could have one guest, right?“

“Guest?! She’s my indenture and she will obey my commands!”

The mercenary patted the girl on her shoulder, encouraging her foreword.”

“Lord Mokta, this is a fifty credit stick.” She held it up to him, “as such, my contract is paid off and I don’t have to do what you say anymore.“

The mercenary cracked a small grin, a rarity for him on this hell world.

“That’s right, and as a free person I’ve chosen her as my guest. Now then, please make a place for my darling girl.”

It was just then that his holo pad pinged with a job offer in his home system for ten times the pay, and he knew everything would be alright.

This girl must be some kind of lucky charm, I should thank her, and probably learn her name as well.

As the unlikely pair strolled through the moonlight, the girl, now well fed, began to shiver again. Taking his responsibility as her father, the mercenary passed her his own cloak.

I’m a hardened soldier, and she’s just a little girl, after all. She needs it much more than I do.

The girl, for her part, began to tear up again and the mercenary knew he needed to nip that in the bud. A constantly crying wolf girl would not fly on earth, he’d be lucky not to find himself in jail. He spoke to the girl, keeping his tone even but serious.

“Hey, is the cloak ok? Are you still cold?”

“N-no I’m warm now. Th-thank y-you so much, f-for everything! For the f-food and for p-paying off-f my contract. I was w-wondering what happens to me now? I mean, I can’t go back to his lordship’s house and I w-wouldn’t want to impose on you b-but…”

“Oh I thought that was obvious, I’m taking you back to my planet and adopting you… That is if you want to of course. I have a husband who will love you, and a son about your age who would be thrilled to have a sister.”

“You’re adopting me?! That’s awesome! And I get two dads and a brother, frick yeah!”

“That’s good, some enthusiasm will serve you well. Oh I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s your name?”

“… I don’t have one. A name is something to be earned when you pay off your contract or come of age. But I didn’t pay off my own contract, you paid it for me. I guess, if I have to have a name, could you maybe pick one for me?”

“Very well…” The mercenary became pensive, mentally going through a list of names, but none fit the fluffy anomaly at his side. Eventually, his thoughts turned back to the job offer that had came in earlier. Of course he had accepted, he’d be insane not to. Ten times the wages, and within a day’s commute of his family… a true miracle. He knew what name to give her.

“How does Fortuna sound to you? It means good luck where I come from.”

“I love it, cause I’m the luckiest girl alive!”

“No, I am the luckiest man for finding you.”

Merc and Floof: The Gaurdian

I hate spaceports. Between the long lines, the crowds, and always being on security’s radar, they are the worst place ever. That’s what I would say before I traveled with Fortuna anyway. I officially apologize to all parents who travel with kids, my condolences. This is a whole other layer of hell. I have been awake for nearly twenty four hours straight and our flight leaves in two, my daughter is terrified that someone will take her away from me and so she won’t let go of my cloak, and I almost got into a fight with a security agent because the moron tried to take my sacred sword. Do these blockheads not understand the concept of a ceremonial weapon? It hasn’t left the sheath in years and I have proper documentation for it. But no, they had to try to put it in a ‘travel case’ and store in in the plane. Well, the tenets of my oath dictate that my weapon shall not leave my side and so I was prepared to duel for my honor. Luckily, the guy backed off and got his supervisor, who worked everything out, and we got to our flight on time. Gods, I hate spaceports.

The exhausted mercenary was roused from his near coma by his daughter tapping on his shoulder. Towering above him stood two bovid security guards, one tapping his foot impatiently.

“Huh? Oh yes, what seems to be the problem?”

“Sir, we’re going to need to ask this girl some questions. We’ll be just over there, now come with us little girl.” At this, the already quite diminutive lycan shrank back and clung desperately to her father’s cloak. This set off the mercenary’s paternal instincts, who first glared to the security guards, then comforted his daughter.

“It’s ok sweetie, just tell the truth and there shouldn’t be any issues. I’ll be keeping my eyes on you too, so if anything goes wrong I’ll be right here.” With a reassuring headpat, the girl was sent off. The human watched the three like a predator waiting to strike. He gripped his sword so tightly his knuckles ached, ready to launch into a fight at a moment’s notice. Going to jail would be a small price to pay for defending his daughter.

After what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality was only about five minutes, the now teary eyed lycan came scampering back to her father, immediately gripping her tiny paws back onto the mercenary’s cloak. Seeing her distress, the now furious human looked the bovids in the eye and spoke, his voice chilling the room.

“Why is my daughter crying? If you hurt her I will pay you back ten times over.” The guards, in spite of their clear physical advantage, backed down.

“No sir, she was just eager to get back to you. You two are fine, thank you for your patience.”

The mercenary sighed, this was not an uncommon occurrence. At the last spaceport, they’d been stopped no less than three times, each time eager to find some reason to take his daughter away from him. He looked around as he cared for his little girl, acknowledging the disgusted looks from the rest of the people waiting at the gate. Thankfully this was the last leg of their journey, they’d soon be on earth. He couldn’t wait to see the rest of his family again.

Merc and Floof: The Dichotomy of Man

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt

splat

Ka-plunk

boom

“Two down, three to go.”

The mercenary whispered under his breath as he loaded up another shell into his shoulder mounted artillery. Part of him felt good having his power armor on after four days of travel, but the other, much louder part, was getting impatient. All he had to do was kill three more of these buggers and he could get back to the barracks for a video call home. He was anxious to see how Fortuna was adapting to life on Earth, and how his husband and son were adapting to the surprise adoption. He hadn’t exactly had time to call back and check with Elliot and Grayson before bringing home another kid, so when he showed back up out of the blue with a random new daughter in tow, there were shocked looks all around.

Unfortunately for the mercenary, he didn’t exactly have the luxury of time to get everyone used to the new situation, as he had to catch a shuttle to Mars the next morning. He knew that Elliot would never throw Fortuna out, and that Grayson was a good kid who wouldn’t even think of bullying anyone. Still, his upcoming call home would tell him if he’d made a mistake in unilaterally adding Fortuna to the household. He hoped not, but he wasn’t the one who took care of the kids most of the time.

Skreee

“Oh shit!”

The mercenary’s thoughts had wandered, and the last bugger, a massive mantis looking fucker, had managed to sneak up behind him and was now trying to melt his power armor off with its acid spit. The mercenary, liking his power armor unmelted thank you very much, grabbed the bugger by its spikes and ripped it straight in half.

“Well, that’s going to take some buffing out.”

He sighed as he signaled for the cleanup team and began to make his way back to the transport. Soon enough, a smile creeped its way up his lips as he looked forward to his rapidly approaching call home.

… … …

The mercenary, now changed out of his power armor, tapped his foot as he waited for the call to connect. Waiting just seconds was now taking a greater toll than the week of waiting that preceded it.

da-ding!

In an instant, all of the mercenary’s stress melted away as the image of his loved ones sitting together on their familiar blue couch appeared on the screen. As soon as the kids saw their dad, they began to smile, and the mercenary knew everything would be alright.

“Daddy!”

The young kids shouted out in unison, the young wolf girl’s tail smacking against the couch. The simple, oversized clothes scrounged up by the mercenary before their flight from her homeworld had been replaced by a comfy set of pink pajamas.

“Hey kiddos, have you two been good while I’ve been gone?”

The mercenary wasn’t really asking, he knew that his children had been on their best behavior. He just wanted to hear them talk about how they’d been doing, their voices like water to a man dying of thirst.

The young boy spoke first, “Yeah, we’ve been good! I taught Fortuna howda play connect four, she’s really good at it, she even beat me two times inna row.” He mumbled out the last phrase, indignant embarrassment painted in his body language.

“Really? Grayson Constanza, the connect four champion of the world, lost to a newbie?”

The wolf girl piped up, puffing out her chest in pride. “Heck yeah! I beat him good!”

The mercenary smiled with contentment, he’d been home with them next week. All he had to do was wait.

After chatting with the kids for about fifteen minutes, the little ones were sent off to bed and he was alone with his husband.

“Bruno, how have you been? How’s the new job?”

“I’m doing better now that I’ve seen you and the kids. The new job’s alright, much better than the last one, but I can’t wait to come home.”

“And I can’t wait to have you here. I have to admit, I was about ready to pummel you into the ground when you showed up with a random kid, but you made a good choice. Fortuna opened up to me about what she went through growing up on Lycaeus, and it wasn’t pretty. Grayson loves his new sister, even the neighbors think she’s a sweetheart.”

“I’m glad to hear that, and I really am sorry about not being able to be there for you. I miss you guys.”

“I miss you too, love.”

#humans are space orcs #humans are weird #original story #humanity fuck yeah #humans are awesome

[dreamyinception-world]

𝔅𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢

pairing: Choi Jongho + Song Mingi

w/c: 3.1k

Genre: Firefighter!AU, Smut, Slight Angst

Summary: Once a week, Mingi comes to the Central City Fire Station to give gifts to head chief officer, Jongho, for saving his family home from a raging house fire. However, after being thanked for longer than expected, Jongho becomes suspicious of what’s really behind the tall boy’s desire to show his gratitude.

Tws: Swearing/Foul Language, Mentions of Poverty/Low Income, Snippet of the Disaster (includes short details from people that were involved in the house fire)

Sws: (Everything of course is consensual) Ass Rimming, Fingering, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Slight Begging, Unprotected Sex, Throat Fucking, Crying, Semi-Public Sex, Gagging, Splitting, Doggy Style (only for a sec), Cum Eating/Swallowing, Cum Swapping, Hair Pulling, Slight Dom/Sub Play, Gaping/Streched Rim

Rating: 18+

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖:: Hello everyone! Thank you for all of the love and support that you have been giving to my work. I really appreciate it. This shot is for all of my lovely Jongho and Mingi stans. There needs to be more Jongho fics in the world, and this is my take on adding him into the pile. As always, if you would like to see another part of this fic in the future, please feel free to message me! Otherwise, enjoy the story and let me know what you think! Thank you!

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“So let me make sure I’m understanding this correctly. Your mother asked you to come here every Friday with a gift to show her appreciation towards myself and my team.” 

“Yes.”

“And she asked you to bring it directly to me as opposed to..simply handing it out to the team in the main office?”

“That is what I said isn’t it?”

Jongho couldn’t hold back the smug smile that was crossing his face, lightly scratching the back of his head. 

It was midday at the fire station that he called his home– being that he was the head of the entire province division. It had been his job every day to not only care for the lives of the people in his town, but also every single one of the individuals that crossed the plane between the outside world and the life of a firefighter. 

Every single one of them had been his responsibility. Almost as if they were his own family. 

In the fleeting months since his promotion, he had seen a lot of unfortunate incidents, but nothing came close to the one that involved the boy standing in front of him– Song Mingi– whose mother had been preparing dishes for their family get together when their gas stove burner raged a huge fire, sending all of them barreling out of the house.

Being that he lived not far from their neighborhood, he noticed the smoke whilst washing dishes in his kitchen during his day off, immediately calling the department and running full speed over to their house. 

Due to his swiftness, his boys were able to get to the scene quickly and douse the fire, saving what could have been tens of thousands of dollars in damage to their home– and given the area that they lived in, it would have been costly to fix. 

Since then, the eldest son had taken it upon himself to come every day presenting gifts of gratitude for his help on his day of rest, which Jongho wouldn’t have thought any more than just a kind gesture until now.

“Haha, yes it is. I was just clarifying so that my next question will be easier to answer.” Mingi raises a perfectly groomed brow at him, noticing a small tape recorder in the center of his desk. Without a word, the chief presses the play button.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to bring in some coffee, snacks and fresh kimchi that my sisters and I made yesterday.”

It was his mother’s voice.

“Well that sounds delicious! I’m surprised to be receiving anything so soon, since you asked your son to bring us something the other day.”

“My son? Song Mingi?”

Mingi’s eyebrow twitched.

“Yes! He brought us some desserts from the nearby cafe. They were delicious.”

“I could barely get him to take any leftovers of what we have cooked next door! But he’ll bring some food here no problem. That boy!”

“Oh! I’m sorry! Am I to understand that you didn’t ask for him to bring the cakes?”

“No no no. If he were to bring anything, it would be homemade! Not those fancy little pastries! I’ll have you know that—”

The recording abruptly ends with a press of Jongho’s finger, relaxing himself back on his chair. Noticing Mingi’s flickering eyes, the chief can’t help but let a small laugh pass his lips, immediately getting fixed with a hard stare.

“Do you have a thing for me?” The chief questioned.

“A thing for you?” Mingi’s eyes narrowed.

“The act of liking someone in an otherwise platonic manner? Having a crush on, feelings for, lusting after-“

“Lusting after?!”

“Whatever phrasing you want to use is fine with me. I’m just curious.”

Mingi let out a short laugh with a look of pure disbelief.

“Look, I don’t know what the hell you’ve got going on in your head that I’m thinking about sleeping with you or something. Are you crazy?”

With hands tucked into his pockets, Jongho rose from his chair to lean against the front side of his desk. His eyes trailed up and down Mingi’s frame, noticing a particular area with a languid head tilt that seemed to defy the boy’s faux anger. By the time their eyes met again, his face was almost completely pink, with an ounce of desperation in his eyes. 

Hm..interesting. He thought to himself. Fine then, I’ll play along.

“And what if I am? Are you going to do something about it?” 

Mingi’s hands trembled, palms slightly sweaty, one of them resting against the doorknob. 

His eyes fell between the door and back at the desk where Jongho watched him with a smoldering look, with a hint of challenge in them.

Are you going to stay or run home to your mother?

The sound of the door lock clicking in place brought a wide smile to Jongho’s face, beaconing Mingi closer to him with one finger. 

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“Y-You’re bold enough to– god fuck– do this in the office. You’re a g-goddamn whore.” Mingi bantered through strews of moans and curses, his face twisting with pleasure pressed against the desk. He clawed onto any edge that he could reach as Jongho tongue dipped in and out of hole with content hums in between. 

The way his tongue twisted and curled in and out of him, slinking his tongue out to watch his own spit dribble down the boy’s balls, only to follow the trail eagerly back to his quivering hole. Kneading his cheeks between his hands, a deep set growl lunged from his mouth at Mingi’s legs buckling.

Since when were firemen so skilled? 

Mingi was so sure that this type of ability was bordering inhumane. Mapping out every inch of him as if he knew exactly what was driving him completely off the rails. 

How on Earth could he know his body so well?

“The question isn’t how I know it so well,” Jongho mused, not seeing the way Mingi’s eyes widened at his tone and the fact that he actually said that shit out loud, slicking up three of his fingers without much thought and plunging two of them inside of Mingi without much resistance. A laugh bubbled up in his throat at the way his body shied cutely away from the intrusion, yet so eager swallowed with each dip in and out. 

“I think it’s more so of how your body responds to me. It’s almost like it was..made for me.” His tongue swiped against his bottom lip, toying with one of Mingi’s balls in his mouth and lightly jerking him off. 

The elder boy’s back arched against the desk, a hand coming down rather abruptly against the wood in an effort to ground himself. He made no effort to keep himself quiet, yet when he felt that familiar tension reach his hips, he gritted his teeth and tensed his muscles. 

There’s no goddamn way that he was going to cum this soon and let himself be embarrassed. Not after he was sure that the firefighter would be busting before him. He already reeked of desperation for far too long. He had to hold it for just a little longer. 

But unfortunately for him– Jongho, of course, was a bit quicker than him. 

By the thrust of his third finger, Mingi had been completely maneuvered around onto his back with an arm thrown over his eyes, not allowing Jongho to catch a glimpse of them rolling from every swallow around his length. 

Don’t fucking look down, Song Mingi. Don’t you dare.

Regardless, Jongho fixed him with a heated stare, enjoying every tense, trembling lift of Mingi’s hips when his tongue rolled in circles around the tip before heaving out a long, feverish moan, feeling the constricting heat travel all the way down to the base of his dick. He sharply sucked in a breath when the man held his head down, pushing and curling his fingers in and out of his hole. 

“Oh my–GOD, fuck! You’re such an–AH!” Mingi’s face burned red at the desperate choked whine that left his lips, gushing cum down Jongho’s throat. Without a missed beat, the chief immediately let out a muffled chuckle, slurping his way to the tip with small pulsed suckles. 

He yanked him off by his brown locks, hearing the man’s wicked chuckle at full force now. 

“Y-You f-fucking asshole..” Mingi tried to catch his breath, jaw tensing when Jongho easily overpowered the grip on his head, moving and kissing the dip between Mingi’s left hip.

“Aw, you don’t like me anymore? And here I was thinking that you were just starting to enjoy yourself.” He bared over the boy’s partially naked body, kissing his shoulder whilst rutting his very obvious boner on him. 

“You sure you don’t want him? He’s been waiting patiently for you to let him in.”

The taller one turned his head away to avoid the very obviously teasing look on the chief’s face. 

“F–Whatever. J-Just get on with it and stop teasing me.”

“Tsk, tsk.” Jongho wagged a single finger in front of him, holding himself up by both arms on either side of him. 

“If you’re to know anything about me, Song Mingi, is that I’m quite..meticulous. I like to savor every last little bit. Maybe you’re used to someone who will do what they want and then be done with you– and they are a coward.” In the heat of the moment, his tone became rather serious, punctuating the last part, as if to prove something to Mingi about his choice of words. Whether it be because he thinks Mingi deserves better or was speaking from personal experience, the boy couldn’t tell– as his expression couldn’t hit anything to him. 

Mingi gnawed lightly on the inside of his lips, averting him out of sheer embarrassment again. 

They were supposed to be fucking, not getting serious. Yet, maybe there was something right in what he was saying. 

God, I have to manage my expectations and priorities. 

Jongho didn’t give him too much time to think about it, tilting his chin to look at him straight on. For the first time, since they had started messing around, he bared a small smile though his eyes were still relatively heated. The gesture made Mingi’s body relax, guiding his arms comfortably around his midsection. The chief placed a lingering kiss to his lips, nibbling on his bottom before giving him a lazy smile.

“When we’re finished, won’t you tell me how good I did? Well..if you’re still with me by the end.” Mingi immediately knocked him with his heel in a feigned annoyance, Jongho chuckling at the pout on the boy’s face. Leaning back enough to put himself into Mingi’s complete line of sight, he tugged his belt free from the loops, snapping his pants open and letting the garments drop to the floor. 

Good fucking god..

Now, Mingi had been with quite a few men before ending up in the fire station, bent over the chief of the department's desk. But never, not fucking once, had he ever been with someone the size of this man– so much so that he didn’t realize his eyes were bugging out of his head until Jongho’s laugh cut through his thoughts. 

“Not to sound conceited, but I’ve seen that look before. But, don’t worry. He won’t hurt you.” He swiftly scooped up his legs, admiring the pulsed tension that his fingers left behind as they traveled down to his hips, giving them a sudden tug forward. Pulling open his side drawer with one hand, he fished out a small, clear plastic container, squeezing the contents onto himself and onto Mingi’s hole. 

“Take a deep breath in for me.” Jongho commanded, rather sweetly. 

Letting the air slowly fill puff up his chest, he felt them get caught the moment he began inching himself inside. The sheer girth and length of the man filling up, pulsing and stretching him wide open, barely had Mingi processing a damn thing– let alone hearing anything that was being said to him. 

“Breathe out~” Jongho groaned out, rolling his hips forward the moment a whorish moan ripped out of Mingi’s throat. His hole fluttered around him, gritting his teeth through every clench until he started to feel his muscles loosen. By then, sweat began to slick his hair to his face and drip down the sides of his body, keeping his leg held firmly in his grip and pressing light kisses to the areas he could reach. 

It felt like something was burning in between them as they kept their eyes locked on each other’s, admiring every chance in their facial expressions and desperation to make themselves feel blissfully good. Their bodies rolled in unison, meeting each other halfway without a second thought. 

Having his body nearly folded in half and being yanked down feverishly by his hips, Mingi struggled to keep his focus or his eyes open to see everything that Jongho was giving to him, especially when he angled himself slightly to the left, the head of his cock just brushing against where he wanted.

“Fuck, I wish you could see this.” Jongho breathed out with his eyebrows pulled up, watching every ripple of Mingi’s ass travel up to the top of his thigh to the way he continued to swallow more and more of him so eagerly. A peek of his tongue poked out from his mouth as he slung both legs onto his shoulders, pistoning himself faster. The moment Mingi’s moans reached a new pitch, he focused on that spot whilst chasing his own high. 

“Please don’t stop!! Please!” Mingi cried out, his blunt nails digging into Jongho’s knuckles when the boy reached around and jerked him off quickly in tune with him. Within a few seconds, Mingi’s arm slammed against the table with a sharp gasp. A shock ripped through his body down to his pelvis, jolting his hips upward and sputtering cum all over Jongho’s fist and abdomen. 

“YES~” The man heaved out and curled his fingers around Jongho’s, moving his hand faster to catch every last drop and snatching him up to his mouth. He kept his eyes on him, curling his finger around every digit once his pace had slowed down, not leaving any bits behind. 

“You take me so well, Mingi-ah. Maybe I’ll have to keep you.” Jongho ran his fingers along Mingi’s spine after pulling out of him, guiding him upright through sloppy kisses. His hands skillfully kneaded every tense, sore muscle by Mingi’s hips and sides, only stopping when they separated, a small string of spit connecting them together. 

“Then let me be your gift from now on.” Mingi purred, pressing him back onto his chair with one hand. 

Slinking down to the floor obscured from view of the door, Mingi wasted no time sliding Jongho half way in his mouth and mapping out every inch of him with his tongue. Their fingers ran up and down each other’s upper bodies from what they could reach, Jongho’s hands finally resting on either side of Mingi’s head, guiding him up and down with sharp inhales. Upon hearing the sound of his tip hitting the back of the man’s throat, his fingers instantly tightened around his head. 

Mingi looked up at him from between his lashes, spitting all that he had saved up down Jongho’s cock with a small smirk. “Don’t hold back.” 

Jongho let out a drawn out groan when he was enveloped in Mingi’s mouth again, practically bouncing the boy’s head up and down on his cock, feeling his balls slowly draw up from every brush of his tongue against the sensitive areas of his tip. With a shaky exhale, the chief sat up straighter with a booming moan, cupping Mingi’s neck and fucking his cum down his throat. 

“That’s it. Take it all.” His eyebrows pinched upward, a wicked smile crossing his face as tears brimmed at the corner of Mingi’s eyes, wiping them away with his thumbs. Once he was fully satisfied, Mingi slowly let go of him with a loud pop, making an effort out of wiping the corner of his lips and sucking lightly on his fingers before crawling back into Jongho’s lap. 

The two shared heated, yet fleeting kisses with Jongho’s hands resting comfortably on Mingi’s globes with a short hum. 

“So, how did I do?” Jongho spoke once separated, raising an eyebrow at the faux debating look on Mingi’s face, finding the ceiling more interesting than him for only but a second, humming before looking back at him. Dancing his fingers up his arms to hanging loosely around his neck, he leaned in close to his ear, smiling from ear to ear.

“Round two?”

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𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: @atiny-piratequeen @kimnamshiks @atiny-dazzlinglight @little-lazuli

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#ateez fic #ateez smut #mingi smut #jongho smut #kpop smut #kira kira

[ddlcbrainrot]

I love how your mind works so much everything you say is canon now bc I said so.

Since you've done Monisuri, Moniyuri and Natsuri thoughts, do you plan on doing any other ships? Sayonika would be cool/nf

my mind is a cat, a red panda and a raccoon in a trench coat pretending to be human, or so i’ve been told so thank you

if people ask me to, then sure!

sayonika makes my brain go brrrrr and i stop thinking proper thoughts bc i love them so much every time i see them i just go hehehe so this is going to take a while bear with me

m…monika and sayori,… kithes…

ok but srsly, i think the reason i like sayonika so much is bc its a very versatile ship. You want cute best friends to lovers? Side stories are right there. You want angst fest, hurt no comfort with no happy ending? Base game is right there

If we are talking about base game, a lot of questions pop up. Like how did they even get together? (probably some time after the ending, maybe since both have gone through the epiphany they bond over that) Can they even be in a functioning relationship after the events of ddlc? (a functioning one? no lol, but maybe after a lot of work they make something special) Does Sayori ever forgive Monika? (surprisingly, yes after a long time. I actually can see her "forgiving" Monika right away, only for her to build up resentment over time and snap and so she realises that she needs to actually feel and process her feelings of anger and betrayal before she can forgive Monika) Does Monika forgive herself and lets herself be loved? (THERE IS NO WAY LMAO). So yeah, the main headcanon i have for them in base game is that Monika never fully forgives herself, no matter how much Sayori insists she forgives her. Because i love suffering.

Anyway lets step away from the sad sad world of base game and get to the happy stuff of side stories :D

So yeah, bffs that slowly realise they like eachother

I think ive mentioned this before, but they give off first sapphic crush/relationship vibes. if you know you know

Both had a hard time accepting they like each other bc both were like "shes too good for me..." (dumbasses)

Acting like a couple before even being together, im talking hand holding (how lewd...), cuddling, compliments, you name it

And when Natsuki would be like "you guys act so gay for eachother" they'd be like nnNnNoOoOo We're just gals being pals (dumbasses p2)

Who would confess? Probably Sayori. But only in a last resort situation. She'd be expecting to be rejected too. Surprise surprise being the kindest person alive gets people to like you who would have thought

PDA couple.

Sayori's physical affection and Monika's words of affection? You can't be around them without getting diabetes

Im not kidding when i say they would be the worst couple to be around. But like in a sweet way

Sayori steals Monika's clothes

They paint their nails the eye colour of the other person, so like Sayori paints them green and Monika blue

When one is having a bad day, the other gives little notes filled with cheezy puns throughout the school day to cheer them up, and they talk about whats bothering them after (sayori started this and it has become kind of a tradition)

I can keep going but if I do this will end up longer than the declaration of independence

#ddlc #ddlc sayori #ddlc monika #ddlc headcanons #sayonika #asks

[carniferous]

dil do you have any spare thoughts on jegulus 🤲🏼

jegulus is like a years-long social experiment i keep expecting someone from harvard university to pop out of nowhere and be like Jegulus was a an engineered mass-hallucination for the purpose of seeing if a harry potter yaoi ship between two characters that have never interacted on account of being dead for years at the start of canon could make it to the top 20 most popular ships on ao3

lmao no but in all honesty jegulus is my favorite… if you couldn’t already tell from. the 100k+ words of fanfiction i’ve written about them. they’re the doomed love affair of All time to me. and like… the doomed aspect is very important and compelling to me. not to plug my own fucking fic but this will always be a core part of my jegulus thesis:

He worries that he’ll always wish to be back there, waiting for Regulus’s call. Decades will pass, a lifetime, and the wish won’t fade. He could love a thousand people and nothing will ever compare to the frightening, purposeful way he loved the first time. No one will ever know him so bare and uninhibited as he was at sixteen. The thought scares him so much that he almost throws up again.

it’s the first love and the first end of love that changes you so fundamentally. you can never love like that again bc you’re no longer capable of it. you are a fundamentally different person now bc of that love. it’s this

jegulus is also the love story that wasn’t meant to happen yk? i joke about this all the time but also it’s so serious to me. in a canon setting their love story is always woven through the gaps in the Narrative. they love each other despite the story they’re supposed be living out… and they have no choice but to live that story out! regulus has to take the dark mark. he has to die. james has to marry lily and have harry. he has to die. all in all their love changed nothing about their story but it also changed both of Them so fundamentally. just not in ways that are apparent to anyone but themselves

we also cannot ignore sirius….. sirius!!! sirius might be more important to jegulus than james and regulus themselves. he is the inadvertent crux the accidental catalyst. he would never ever dream of james and regulus falling in love he would actively stop it if he could but he CANNOT bc he’s the reason it happened. regulus and james are only aware of each other’s existence because of sirius. they’re bound to each other by the fact that they cannot separate themselves from sirius.

but i don’t think that james wants to save regulus because he saved sirius. i think james is aware of the fact that he Didn’t save sirius. sirius saved himself. and therefore james understands the differences between regulus and sirius and wants to save regulus himself. he wants to be the white knight rescuing the princess from the tower. he wants to give regulus a better life. and regulus wants that more than anything…. but he doesn’t believe in it. he can’t let himself hope that james is telling the truth bc if he is then it means that Sirius was telling the truth and regulus can’t bear that. it’s this endless misunderstanding……

i think a lot of jegulus fans make the point about how “love isn’t enough to save someone” and while i do think this is a correct statement… the only thing that can save regulus is love. there’s nothing else for him there’s nothing he’s been denied in life except love and connection and if he let himself believe he could have those things…. he could walk out!! james COULD save him!!! love CAN be enough

send me ships/characters !!

#this is way less coherent than my bartylus one sorry #my jegulus thoughts are just like. my entire blog. so i struggle to find new things to say about them #they’re just soulmates to me. sometimes doomed soulmates. sometimes they undoom themselves though #ask #jegulus #thank u mil i love yapping

[unikorpi]

Fae animation practice

#flight rising #fr art #fr fae #my art #frfanart #gif #animation #this took way longer to finish than i expected #but it was a lot of fun! #i love fae necks

[tempo-takoyaki]

Happy (belated) New Year 2024!

#svsss #scum villian self saving system #scumbag system #scum villain #ren zha fanpai zijiu xitong #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #myart #this took me longer than I expected... and I probably should have expected it given that dragon #I'm super proud of it though look at my dragon! it looks super cool! I want to draw more dragons! #overall I'm super satisfied with this it's a good way to start the new year #it seems I draw a lot of soft bingqiu but honestly I love them being soft #anyway happy new year 2024!

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please tell us your shinyduo thoughts abt sun moon symbolism :0

okay so it all starts in esmp s1 where pearl has such heavy sun imagery and gem literally builds a moon so that one is pretty obvious

and when we get to hc s8 they literally have matching horses with gem's being named sun and pearl's being named moon

admittedly, hc s9 is more vibes based, but eleven seem so much more sunny to me in contrast to pearl's alien themeing where a large majority of it was trapped underground. most people just associate moon with darkness, so bam gem is sun and pearl is moon

now esmp s2 and this one is tricker than the others. in my head they are both the sun which is why they practically never interact. it's like trying to connect magnets by both of their north poles

sl is an outlier to me where they break this pattern of one being the moon and one being the sun imo. some people believe that pearl is the sun and gem is a sunflower, but i like to think pearl is simultaneously the sun and the moon with gem being akin to icarus. here is a very non structured brainrot post

we finally get to hc s10, and immediately we are hit with 'morning sunshine' from gem. she wants me dead. but also, building off of that pearl went for a very peaceful farmhouse as her starter base with farming normally being associated with daylight/the sun. we have a dredge theme from gem which has a daylight cycle in it, and during the night is really when you start getting the horrors. she already has touches of that (floating fish), so following the logic of that game she has been fishing at night and thus moon

the part that gets me the most is how consistent the themeing is and just how close both of them are. most smps have pretty good evidence for gem and pearl being connected to the sun and moon with a few outliers (looking at you nlsmp)

now time for the actual theorizing, like i mentioned in the esmp s2 bit, it's almost like the sun and moon are opposite poles of a magnet. i don't believe they are soulmates, they can live without the other, but when they are in proximity, you bet that they will be inseparable

so they both have been represented by the sun and moon, and i propose that pearl is the embodiment of light, while gem is the embodiment of void. why do i think that? well, pearl's is the easiest to explain with her saint pearla stuff and how her named both have aspects of light in it. pearlescent describes the surface of an object, and both being able to see if something is pearlescent and to see the moon requires light to bounce back into your eyes

now gem as the void, hear me out. her constant connection to the end/endermen/ender dragon. also the connections of gem and traveling across worlds where the thing in-between them is void (see s9 botem ending). with the most solid piece of evidence being hc s10 where her themeing is ocean/water horrors. and the most common reason people fear the ocean is how vast and unknowing it is. like a void

this is great and all, but how does it link back up with sun and moon? they are opposites of each other and their sun and moon themeing is just one way that is expressed alongside light and void. because of how different they are, it makes them more attached to each other. something something opposites attract

#erm wow this was a lot longer than i expected #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #shiny duo #hermitcraft #empires smp #also if you have any new/different ideas regarding this i would love to see them #sage answers questions !! #*squinting eyes* is this even legible #also also i do have a more fleshed out 'gem is the void' post in the works rn so just be patient

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Pulleyverse Characters as ATLA Benders

Mori: If any one of the pulleyverse characters were to be the avatar it would definitely be Mori, but if he weren't the avatar I think he would be an earth bender who specializes in metal bending. Like I think he would have so much fun making little metal sculptures and moving structures and stuff like that, not unlike the Beifongs in LoK. So combining those ideas, he'd be an avatar born in the Earth Kingdom who very much does not want to be the avatar.

Shenkov: He's definitely a fire bender, no question. He has that classic fire bender strength and honor routine basically engrained in him from a young age, and I feel like he could be pretty accomplished as a fire bender, but again he probably wouldn't want to do much fire bending. He'd kinda be like an Iroh situation; was and could be the strongest person in the room if he let loose, but all he really wants is some tea.

Joe: Water bender, and a damn good one too. He really mastered the calm meditative nature required of a water bender, (the man stared blank faced at a ticking bomb two feet from him, for Christ's sake) but he can also be really ruthless about it too. I don't necessarily think he would be a blood bender or anything like that, but he would definitely be able to pull the freezing rain thing like Katara.

Missouri: He would also be a water bender for the same reasons as Joe, but I think he would in fact be a blood bender. In the world of ATLA, blood benders are very widely feared, and for good reason, and I think Missouri would absolutely be capable of using something like blood bending to instill fear in people. He wouldn't like doing it of course, but he could and would if necessary.

Gale: They're very much an air bender. They're very calm and meditative when they need to be, and that is how they prefer to be, but they could definitely pull a Yangchen and just go buckwild if they needed to. And I feel like of all the pulleyverse characters, they're the least attached to their "earthly desires" (and that is relative bc none of these mfs are detached at all). Plus imagine them having a fuckin MAMMOTH as their little companion buddy instead of a bison!!! A big ass flying mammoth!!!

Valery: I honestly think Valery would be a non bender. He's all for science and everything like that, and of course benders can be scientists, but I feel like he would spend a lot of time studying what makes people able to bend instead of being a bender himself. If I were to choose one element for him I would probably choose fire, but at the end of the day it makes the most sense to me if he were more interested in studying bending.

Merrick: Earth bender. There is no other answer for him that earth bender. He's very grounded and stable in his character, but also undeniably strong. His arc about overcoming the "weakness" he feels after his leg gets messed up honestly is very reminiscent of Toph to me, and I feel like he would absolutely take the time and learn from the creatures of the earth to become an incredibly powerful earth bender. Also adding in him being a mentor for Mori and it's just >>>

Raphael: I feel like he would also be an earth bender tbh. Like he just so ardently respects the land he lives on and constantly learns from his environment to adapt, especially considering he can't always rely on the people around him, so he would turn to learning from the world around him. If I were pressed to choose another one I think he could also fit into the fire bender role, but I prefer the earth bender interpretation tbh.

January: He honestly could be a non bender too, but the Sokka kind of non bender who takes the time to learn actual fighting moves from all of the nations and become just an incredibly powerful fighter on his own. I feel like he would be especially inspired by air nomad moves being a dancer and all, and that would be the way he bonds with Gale which I think is vvv cute.

Thaniel: he has stumped me this entire post, which is very odd considering I think about this man at least five times a day, and the best conclusion I think I've drawn is he'd either be a non bender or an earth bender. So probably then a non bender born in the earth kingdom, because he does embody the earth kingdom ideals of maintaining outward strength and balance in life, but not necessarily the actual ideals of an earth bender. And tbh he seems like he couldn't give less of a fuck about bending.

#this took me longer than expected and I reserve the right to change my answers later #the way I normally make these posts is by stewing on the ideas throughout the day and then putting all of my ideas out in a mad dash #it is to quote the mars house 'projectile autism' #but I was asked personally this morning to make this and I don't have a lot of time today so this is what we're rocking with for now #and I'd happily do it again bc I love making these and I love atla #the watchmaker of filigree street #the lost future of pepperharrow #the bedlam stacks #the kingdoms #the half life of valery k #the mars house #twofs #tlfop #tbs #tk #thlovk #tmh #natasha pulley

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Post about fannicalcascade part 2 because sigh.

Here's a link to my first post from the middle of December about them where I go over their takes on the s3 finale and their take that the love between Hannigram is unrequited from Will's side. At this point I also immediately want to say that I don't necessarily disagree with that they have a different opinion on the season finale, I just found it very poorly argued and gave counterarguments.

Not a lot of new talking points came up but that isn't the point of this post now. In the first one, I already broached the topic of their behaviour in the ending paragraphs because I found some of it very odd. For example, that they were sending anons to bigger Hannibal/Hannigram blogs in a clear attempt to bait them into discourse, how they claim not to be anti-Hannigram but tag their posts as such, and how I personally perceive the undertone of their posts as very condescending towards shippers.

This post here is basically just about expanding on that.

Disclaimer though: this is a silly internet ship war on a large irrelevant website, with no real world implications about anyone's morals. While I'm gonna say straight out that I find them annoying (and I will get into the reasons in the following), they have done no actual moral wrongs. Don't go insult or harass them (or the other two people running the blog. If you absolutely must seek them out, stay polite or get eaten. That includes refraining from using ableist language (e.g. calling them "delusional" or something). Thanks!

List of contents:

1. Shipping goggles 2. Cherrypicking 3. How they talk about Hannigram shippers and handle criticism 3.5. Middle school-isms 4. Arguments (or lack thereof) 5. General conclusion 6. "Fandom critique"

Let's get into it:

1. Shipping goggles

The fannibalcascade blog has stated in their introductory post already that they want to view the s3 finale without shipper goggles. So far, so good. However in this post they reveal the existence of a sideblog they have. It's been edited out by now and I'm unlucky not to be able to provide that evidence but said sideblog was revealed to be @/lecterlure. lecterlure has also been participating in replying to other blogger's responses to baiting anons, basically giving the typical fannibalcascade takes. As a benefit of the doubt I will also say however that according to themself the fannibalcascade blog is run by three people and lecterlure could be either of them. It adds up timewise for me since the first content on the lecterlure blog is from the beginning of January.

I'm bringing up lecterlure in the context of shipping goggles because as of me writing this there are just over 60 posts on the lecterlure blog which focuses on the book and Hopkins film version of the Hannibal canon. Half of the posts on that blog are unambiguously about Clannibal. (Yes, I counted.)

Nothing wrong with Clannibal, of course! You do you. The reason I'm pointing it out is just because it seems that the Hannigram faction is not the only one with shipping goggles. Considering they claim that they ship "neither", I just find that very untransparent.

EDIT: in the notes of this post lecterlure said that she is one of the three but NOT the one mainly running the fannibalcascade blog. My assumption that the two are the same people is therefore null and they are to be regarded as two people! She is only little involved in the blog's postings, merely sharing theories with thel and reading over the posts. Nevertheless, I'll bring her up again in some points since she is associated with the fc blog and whether that is her intention or not her interactions do reflect back on the fannibalcascade blog.

2. Cherrypicking

When they were called out for cherrypicking metas, they replied they didn't. The metas they've reblogged are from bonearenaofmyskull and mendelsohnben respectively. Said metas had been posted in the years 2015 and 2016. You'd have to do some digging to find them to reblog them straight from the ops.

Not to mention that there is a huge amount of Hannibal meta posts around when you search the tag for it. So to claim that out of those many, many meta posts, you organically found metas from over 8 years ago that apparently agree with your viewpoint - the view point of a minority in the fandom - does not come across to me as very believable. You've got to have searched for those.

3. How they talk about Hannigram shippers and handle criticism

Most of the criticism they received for their bahaviour around sending anons, cherrypicking, and reblogging ship posts to exercise "fandom critique" was, admittedly worded quite harshly and I don't endorse that. That said, it's not entirely unfounded.

There is two posts I'd like to highlight for this point. In this one they refer to the people who criticise them on anon as "pathetic teenagers" or "teenage conspirators" with "delusional takes". The "delusional" take being that fannibalcascade is behind the anons that people have received. While I can't 100% make the claim that fannibalcascade is in fact behind those anons - and I don't actually think they are behind all of them - I find it suspicious how the anon activity coincides with the activity of the fannibalcascade blog and how you can find the lecterlure account participating in the notes. The only other clue I can offer is how this anon highlighted the blog name in red, which is a very fannibalcascade thing to do since they like to highlight things in red in their posts.

The other post I want to highlight in this regard is this one where they mock shippers for thinking that getting validation from a bigger blog means they're right, and "How naive does one have to be to rely on someone else to stand for their points?" Which is rich coming from someone who reblogs the (old) metas of other bigger blogs to validate their own point, and are incapable of forming their own meta since their original meta posts are basically just repetitions of those they've reblogged. This is, for example, is just repeating this one by bonearenaofmyskull, but cherrypicked, reblogged only hours earlier.

In this same second post, they also point out how contradictory the statements of Hannigram shippers are, as if that was some big "gotcha". It's very likely that the people they mean here are, well, different people with different view points about the same thing. This is only a "gotcha" if it was the same person.

So my point here is: I find their handling of criticism and stance on shippers condescending, devaluing and not indicative of someone who's interested in a discussion on equal footing.

3.5. Middle school-isms

This is only a minor point but I wanted to point out how very middle schoolish their "arguments" sometimes are. They act all innocent when called out about adding their "shippers are delusional" takes to joke posts, the anon thing, and their down-talking tone. Examples: [x] [x]. Especially the whole thing about "my blog, my opinion" and "So I can't share my opinions now?" are such lackluster takes at this point. You're talking like a boomer who gets called out for a misogynistic take on Cpt. Marvel, like come on now, do better.

Also since I'm assuming they're the person behind this ask (linked above already)

I'm perplexed at this appeal to authority. "I'm older than you, therefore I'm right". Again: come on now, is that really the take here? This is some kindergarten level of arguing. By that logic every Hannigram shipper older than them would actually be right. As crimsondinnerparty correctly says: that's not how it works.

That's the post I saw that made me "wow, that's cringe, I'm gonna write this big ass post".

4. Arguments (or lack thereof)

As alluded to above, they barely make points of their own that aren't noticeable inspired by the metas they've reblogged from other people before. Nothing wrong with reblogging posts you agree with, per sé, but that is very much not the same thing as leading a discussion with someone. On this post they proudly announce "Here I debunked another theory" when they've had no input on the post that was originally made by youweresoafraid with an actual worthwhile addition from bonearena. You didn't debunk anything. You just reblogged a post.

I find that case worth mentioning because some anon went to crimsondinnerparty's inbox to say that "Fannibalcascade also debunked the sailing thing" when evidently, fannibalcascade didn't add anything to it.

Another post that stuck out to me in terms of leading an argument was this one about whether or not Will is a murderer.

The answer:

For a blog that promises deep metas and values the nuance of the show, I personally find this a very shallow take. If this is the promised deep meta and nuance, then I'm sorry but good night.

Not to constantly bring her up but bonearena also expressed frustration with how fannibalcascade is only capable of circular arguing [x] and their lack of evidence to support their claims. Despite fannibalcascade (or rather lecterlure in the notes) constantly crying for proof themself.

Taken from this post's notes.

Edit again: While, as noted, lecterlure is not the same person as fannibalcascade, my argument remains that the members of the blog don't actually provide evidence of their own but constantly demand it from others.

So general conclusion to this point:

I personally think that fannibalcascade is just pretty annoying. Really, what else is new here on the interwebs? There's annoying people, wow, big revelation. They're not capable of properly debating and I don't think that they even want a proper debate. I find their approach to opening a debate insufferable, especially when they go "oh, I'm just asking questions? What's wrong with asking questions? Can't I have an opinion anymore? If you've got proof, why don't you bring it up? Oh, that means, you don't have any after all. Checkmate." entirely childish. People don't wanna talk to you because nothing you've said or done indicates a genuine openness for a debate on eye-level. The sheer audacity of calling themself "the only logical person available in the fandom now" - assuming that anon is them, even if not my point is still supported by their other posts - absolutely flabbergasts me. It's this condescending tone, the implied sneering of "you're all illiterate but I've eaten wisdom with spoons and I'm your logical saviour" that absolutely rubs me the wrong way.

That their blog also focuses entirely on the s3 finale is another thing I find very counterproductive to any genuine debate because the s3 finale is their only reference for anything. The majority of their meta posts (reblogged and original) focus only on Will pushing Hannibal and himself off the cliff. That is the only thing that is ever "debated" on the blog, and especially in regards to the whole "does Will love Hannibal back?" question is an extremely narrow frame of reference.

The entire "debate" they want to introduce is also entirely pointless as, as I said, focuses on the s3 finale and whatever could possibly happen in s4. The reason I find this a pointless debate is because s4 doesn't exist and every meta or theory or what have you is only fanfiction. We're all getting upset here over each other's fanfiction, like jfc. For all we know the fall transported them into some anime Isekai world.

"Fandom critique"

According to their tagging system, fannibalcascade is also motivated by offering critique to the fandom. Which I'm not against in the slightest conceptually. Personally, I think there are many things that can be criticised about fandom, any fandom. Just to give examples, two problems I see within fandoms is 1) the lowkey misogyny is fandoms dominated by m/m pairings or 2) the everpresent problem of people reposting other people's fanworks without permission. I think tackling such issues could actually improve a fandom.

What doesn't improve a fandom is telling shippers that they're delusional teenagers for shipping the main characters of a show that is explicitly centered around their relationship. Even while making their silly little posts, Hannigram shippers are entirely aware that in a real life context that relationship would of course be toxic and terrible. The reason it's such a big ship stems largely from an actual acknowledgement of the show's nuances. It's precisely those nuances and their engaging character dynamics that make them such a compelling ship.

Here's the point where I want to acknowledge all the beautiful metas people (who ship Hannigram) have actually written. You can find something about everything in the show. You can find meta about the religious symbolisms. Meta about the character's clothing styles and what they represent in which scenes. Meta about the most inconspicuous things in the background. Meta about shot compositions. It's there.

So why limit yourself to the last three minutes of 39 episodes worth of television? Like c'mon, step up your meta game.

Coming back to the point of fandom critique, both sides are just fighting windmills. We're already biased in our approachs, we're not going to change each other's minds like this. So why not employ some standard internet/tumblr etiquette and leave people be? What people ship is not a value judgment of their irl morals.

So again, I want to clarify:

I don't think fannibalcascade is a bad, immoral person. Despite all the things I've listed in this post, I don't hate them. I don't want to encourage any harassment against them. I don't mind at all that they're presumably partial towards Clannibal. Couldn't care less, really. They're allowed to dislike Hannigram. Couldn't care less. I'd even say it's a valid take, just badly argued.

Genuinely, this is very much just about how I find it annoying to see their takes (or their takes being repeated by people who agree with them) interrupt my peaceful scrolling through Hannigram posts. And I hereby challenge them to write posts about the things they like (about the show, about the books or the Hopkins films, doesn't matter to me).

#fannibalcascade #hannibal nbc #hannibal meta #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #this took longer than expected because i spent a lot of time counting things and doing maths #*sigh* the beauty of meta #i'm love media analysis and I can be trusted with images of this show #genuinely “it's a valid take just badly argued” is the thesis statement I have about them #so let that be your tl:dr ig