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kradogsrats · 24 days

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I'd Do Anything (... But I Won't Do That)

This started out kind of weird and petty but then turned into an actual thing about the relationship of Viren's character arc(s) to the Arc 2 "I'll do anything for you" theme, because that's actually pretty important for the context of how both Callum and Claudia will have to confront the same conflict.

Pictured: Do NOT take a shot every time we get a callback to this line, you will die.

Basically, the petty part is that I think evaluating Viren's Arc 1 decisions through the "I will do anything for my family" lens is... disingenuous is too strong a word, but maybe simplistic? The "Viren doesn't reveal/offer the egg to save Harrow's life because he's too preoccupied with hanging on to his own power" take has never sat right with me because the real core problem of Viren is a lot more complex than just "he's lying (to himself)," it's a whole pattern of denying his own agency in doubling down on his mistakes. He'll make one bad/selfish decision, and it becomes a cascade of subsequent actions that he sees as being unavoidable, but that aren't necessarily even informed by the same reasoning or values as the initial decision. Like everything else in Viren's dream, Kpp'Ar's take that his choices are all oriented toward power is both accurate and not necessarily as literal as it seems.

Because, like... Viren's not actually a manipulator or even much of a planner—he's a very skilled opportunist. That's why all his choices wind up being based entirely on the context of past choices, and frequently make no sense when you look at them from a "hey buddy, where exactly do you think you're going with this" angle. It also contributes to why he's so desperate for control all the time, in that he acts primarily in a reactive way rather than proactively, which is always an inherently less secure position.

Pictured: The kind of statement that definitely always leads to things going super well.

Even taking the egg in the first place is a reactive decision—not that he doesn't make a choice there, or that he doesn't choose power over the threat he believes the egg poses, but he did actually walk all the way up the Storm Spire, fight five or six Dragonguard, and get kicked down a flight of stairs with the intent of destroying it. He didn't argue with Harrow about destroying it while secretly planning to take it for himself. He only even thinks of it as a weapon because Tiadrin planted the idea in his mind—as an opportunist, the temptation to leave an avenue to power open rather than close it off is what he can't resist. He sat on Sarai's last breath for ten years waiting for a chance to weaponize it to maximum effect, he can sit (figuratively... or literally, I'm not gonna stop him) on the egg for as long as it takes for an appropriate use it to appear. Tiadrin even specifically encourages that he not "waste" it, both specifically by destroying it now, and implicitly by using it too quickly and foolishly.

Pictured: Smart mom, dumb ass.

Tiadrin's angle, of course, is that the longer Viren hangs on to the egg without actually using it, the higher the chance it can be recovered. She doesn't know that Viren will leave things in a state where the assumption is that the egg was destroyed, meaning no one will think to try recovering it, but that's not really her fault and it still pays off.

The gamble Viren makes, on the other hand, is that the opportunities the egg affords will be worth the risk of it somehow falling back into Xadian hands. If the egg returns to Xadia alive, he's back to square "his name will be vengeance" in the game of We Killed the Dragon King. So yeah, you could say Viren values keeping the egg over Harrow's life, but in doing that he's actually operating largely on the exact same values and beliefs that made him argue for destroying it in the first place. It's just that his prior choice of risking humanity's security for the sake of potentially world-altering power has backfired in the context of an immediate and direct threat to Harrow's life. Really, the entire rest of s1 and s2 are him doubling down specifically on keeping the egg from returning to Xadia while also milking the opportunities coming from that course—e.g. the egg cannot go back to Xadia, therefore Callum and Ezran cannot return to Katolis either with or without it (knowing their goal is to return it to Xadia, which it will be difficult to stop them from doing once Ezran is king), and that means someone has to take the throne. If the egg can't be recovered, their only hope is a decisive first strike against Xadia, so someone has to mobilize the Pentarchy immediately. None of them are things he planned in the sense of "well, if Harrow dies then I can get his sons out of the way and make myself king, and then conquer Xadia." It's all reactive to the situation with the egg. You could argue that he'd do the same things if the egg wasn't a factor, like it's possible he's always been kind of lying in wait to push Harrow's sons aside and seize the throne... but if that was the case, he'd really do much better to make a bid for regent like any normal evil advisor would.

Anyway, all of that does still undermine the statement that he'd do "anything" for his family (which includes Harrow), and it is ultimately because of that initial choice he made to take the opportunity of power over the certainty of securing humanity's future. It's just not as simple as, "Viren says he would do anything for his family, but he won't sacrifice his own power and ambition." In the wake of his critical failure to prioritize humanity in destroying the egg, he's making choices that do prioritize humanity (from within his worldview that Xadia is an existential threat barely held at bay)... but they're still bad choices because they're all reactive to that original bad choice. It's not that he's working at cross-purposes to what he says his goals are, it's that he genuinely thinks digging his hole deeper will somehow work out positively, or at least better than the alternative would.

Pictured: Another statement that for sure indicates you're doing totally great.

Really though, I don't think you can (or are supposed to) look at the trifecta of self-individuals-world and point to one that Viren—or really any character outside of Callum, Rayla, and Claudia—puts at the top. Part of the whole point here is that elevating one of those at the expense of the others is never going to be the right choice all of the time. Obviously always putting yourself first is shitty, but we get multiple examples of over-prioritizing one of the other two as being self-destructive and dangerous. Consistency isn't supposed to be positive, here—a core part of this arc is likely to be Callum grappling with that, and that's without even looking at what's going on with Claudia.

The other thing is that "I will do anything for my family"-Viren is actually on some level a different character than Arc 1 Viren, such that evaluating one based on the context of the other doesn't actually make sense. We don't get even a hint of the "I would do anything for my family" in the series until s4, after Viren has died and been revived. Yeah, we had it earlier in the novels, but in there it's really about Claudia and her relationship with Viren, not Viren's values or actions. Arc 1 Viren and Arc 2 Viren inform each other as characters, but most of the point is the ways they aren't the same. And while Arc 2 Viren is understandably preoccupied with the concept of sacrificing for family—given that he's been stripped of everything that was in his life except Claudia, who went to terrible lengths on his behalf—Arc 1 Viren is actually quite consistent with how he's laid out in his Tales of Xadia character sheet:

Like, check out those Liberty and Glory statements—not even close to the same ballpark as Callum's "I value those close to me more than anyone or anything" Devotion and "I'm beholden to my inner circle, not some silly kingdom" Liberty, but quite accurate as the through-line on his s1-s3 actions. There's nothing in there about family, because Arc 1 Viren isn't actually meant to be associated with "I will do anything for my family," and he's not lying to himself by not acting consistently with it in Arc 1.

Arc 2 Viren is then a kind of emotional reboot back to a particular point earlier in his life—not necessarily the point before he first did any dark magic at all, but before he did his ill-defined "anything" to save Soren, which is implied in multiple places to be the point where he started in on a spiral that had tangible and fairly rapid effects on his personality and outlook. That's further emphasized by the contents of his dream in s5—seeing him behave in a genuinely loving and joyful way with Soren is shocking, and immediately raises the question of what the fuck happened and why.

Pictured: Healthy coping mechanisms.

Part of what still distinguishes Viren's "I will do anything for my family; however dangerous, however vile" from Callum's developing "I would do anything for you" is that Viren is always deliberately addressing the "things that are so unforgivable, you will never forgive yourself" facet while Callum leaves it implicit because he doesn't really understand and/or want to acknowledge that yet (and also Rayla would probably twist his nose again, which fucking hurts). In how Viren describes it to Terry, he is using that up-front acknowledgement to then essentially abdicate any emotional responsibility for... well, anything at all. The entire "however dangerous, however vile" mantra is another way of denying his own agency, because if he'll do anything, then he doesn't actually have to go through the difficult emotional process of making those decisions and dealing with the aftermath.

Pictured: H-healthy coping mechanisms?

Terry correctly pegs this questionable excuse for philosophy as "not having feelings," and generally not the best approach, because it will do things like lead to a default state of emotional unavailability to your children—oh, wait. I think it's not unlikely that Viren's emotional distancing from what "I will do anything for my family" meant contributed a lot to the degradation of it as his core value and his ensuing Arc 1 state. A lot of what's going on in his s5 dream is that he's being confronted with the consequences of "I will do anything for my family," specifically. He's being forced through an emotional speedrun of what it has cost him and everyone around him, and what has he got to show for it? Claudia, corrupted beyond recognition, proudly repeating his own words back to him.

Pictured: Whatever the opposite of daddy issues is.

Because the whole point of Viren's "I will do anything for my family" in Arc 2 is the challenge of whether he would/will do it all again. If he holds to that value the same way he did before, he'll do whatever it takes to save Claudia—however dangerous, however vile. Most of Viren's moral and emotional stuff has been based on his self-serving resignation to having "no choice." He's so tragically trapped in a chain of spiraling consequences he can never break... except oh wait, he totally can. S5 is all about Viren recognizing the dark magic feedback loop and that he has the agency to break it, and his best and only chance to avoid doing further harm to Claudia is to not be willing to destroy himself that way again, even it it means his death will cause her terrible emotional pain.

We'll see how that works out. Because let's be real: Claudia's gonna Claudia, regardless. However it goes, there's an important narrative precedent being set for both breaking free from dark magic/Aaravos and evaluating the "I will do anything for you" impulse in a more nuanced way.

#the dragon prince #viren #thanks for coming to my petty TED talk #also like... do not even pretend that handing over the egg would have worked #or even more emphatically that VIREN would ever have considered handing over the egg as something that would work #the entire point of the cycle-breaking narrative is that the new generation has broader and more compassionate vision #while the old generation is stuck in The Cycle(tm) and therefore incapable of making OR accepting that offer #it would not just be wildly out of character but literally antithetical to the narrative itself for Viren to think it's a viable possibilit

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t00thpasteface · 9 months

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#lighting/shadow practice got wildly the fuck out of hand #art #orig #rabbit #bunny

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anothercrisis · 1 year

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SOAPGHOST & KISSES

When they kissed for the first time, it was almost…casual. Like it wasn’t this weighty thing they’ve been hanging around the precipice of.

Ghost had had a long day spent with Price pouring over paperwork and maps, tossing out ideas for their next missions and remedies for issues they had in previous ones. He was exhausted, mentally, and trudged back to his room on heavy feet, more files he was supposed to look over under his arm.

When he got there, he’d barely had the time to set the files down on his desk before there was a knock at his door. Upon opening it, he found Johnny, and was stepping out of the way to let him in without a second thought; he was always welcome here, in Simon’s space.

Johnny was holding a mug of tea in his hands, which he offered to Ghost as he told him he knew he’d had a long day and thought it might help. Simon shucked his gloves off, dropped them on top of the discarded files, and accepted the steaming mug from Johnny’s warm hands. Long comfortable with Johnny, he pulled his mask up and took a sip of the tea, no longer wary of Johnny’s tea making abilities now that he knew Gaz was coaching him under the table.

The tea was made perfectly to his preference, and he kept the mug against his lips as he swallowed, prepared to take another swig. Johnny grinned, pleased with Simon’s reaction. And Simon swallowed the second sip slowly, something happening in his chest that he couldn’t place. It wasn’t just the warmth of the tea working its way through him. It was a different kind of warmth; it was an ache. An ache for Johnny and his smile and his affection.

Simon glanced away from Johnny long enough to set his tea down on the desk beside him, already reaching for Johnny with his other hand. Johnny’s brow wrinkled with confusion without budging his smile, but he didn’t pull away as Simon slid his palm over the side of his jaw. He kept his eyes on Johnny as he framed his face and that lovely smile between his hands, watching for signals.

Johnny caught on quick, his smile dimming as he realized what Simon wanted, disbelief flickering in his expression before the clear want swept through. Johnny’s hand came up slowly to hold on to Simon’s wrist, and he knew he had permission.

So Simon leaned down and kissed him. Sweeping up Johnny’s lips in his own did nothing to abate the ache in his chest, instead only caused it to spread, to become heavier.

Johnny started to fucking smile even as he kissed Simon back, and while Simon didn’t mind feeling his smile, it made it harder to kiss him. Then Johnny pulled back enough to tell him his mouth tasted like tea, to which Simon said he couldn’t see how that was what’s important at the moment. But the words only made it part of the way out of his mouth because Johnny started to kiss him. Over and over, breaking to smile and make comments and to take in the look on Simon’s face.

And Simon was getting sick. The room tilted around him slightly, as if something inside of him was orienting itself towards Johnny more permanently. The ache in his chest was taking over his entire body like a fever, like his body was begging for Johnny to relieve the aches with his touch. Simon lost all the strength to move, caught in Johnny’s orbit with no intention to be let go on either of their sides. He was helpless in his want to do nothing but let Johnny kiss him—to kiss him back when he lingered long enough for him to.

When Johnny was temporarily satisfied, he gave Simon one last lingering kiss he was able to reciprocate before he tugged Simon’s hands off his face. Simon was told to finish his tea while it was hot because Johnny had worked too hard to make it for it to go to waste. Then Johnny went over to Simon’s bed, picked up a random book from his side table, and settled in.

Just like that. Simon was shocked by how easy it’d been to kiss Johnny. How casually Johnny had handled it, not because he didn’t understand what he was being given, but because he did, and he was willing to let it not be a big deal if that’s what Simon wanted.

The fourth time they kissed, Johnny was the one to seek Simon out, and the kiss they shared wasn’t quite like the ones they’d shared up until that point.

Soap was being sent out on a mission that didn’t involve Ghost, and he was getting ready to leave when he found Ghost alone in Price’s office, getting the paperwork sorted and filed. Johnny was quieter than usual as he came into the room, and Ghost chalked it up to the pre-mission quiet Soap sometimes lapsed into. He was wrong, because Johnny asked him a bit timidly if he could get a kiss before he left.

Simon, helpless to deny Johnny anything on a good day and absolutely powerless against the sudden shyness, set the papers he was holding down and tugged his balaclava completely off his head. He shoved it into his jacket pocket as he crossed the space between him and Johnny, who was studying Simon’s face as he always did when it was bare, like he wasn’t sure he’d get the chance again.

Simon pulled Johnny in by his waist, grateful for the fact he’d taken his gloves off to make sorting papers easier, and Johnny anchored himself with his fingers in Simon’s hair. He kissed Johnny deeply and deliberately, tracing the shape of his body with his hands as if he could brand the prints into his flesh to be used like armor, protecting his reason to live while he was away from him.

They didn’t have long, so they couldn’t linger like they wanted to. Simon broke off first, then he pressed another kiss to Johnny’s forehead, one that said please come back to me in one piece. Johnny hugged him tightly and briefly before he stepped out of the safety of Simon’s arms, flashing a grin as he left the room along with a comment about how he’d see him in a week.

By the tenth kiss, Simon had acclimated to the new intimacy and was starting to learn, about himself and about Johnny.

Johnny couldn’t keep quiet even when he was being kissed, and Simon was having the immense pleasure of discovering all the musical noises Johnny could make. Simon paid close attention to what he did that caused the deep groans and the bitten-off whimpers so that he could cause them on command. They, along with the feel of Johnny’s mouth on his and his hands on his body and in his hair, became a drug that Simon was quickly and dangerously getting addicted to.

Simon liked tasting Johnny’s smile, liked feeling his ragged breath against his face, liked the feel of his skin against his. Liked that instinctual snap of Johnny’s hips against his own that happened when he started to feel pent-up. Liked the way Johnny clawed at his shoulders, his waist, his hips as he tried to get Simon closer, even if they were already pressed so tightly against each other there wasn’t even room for air between their bodies. He liked the way Johnny’s lips ended up looking, swollen and dark and wet with their saliva, and liked the way his own mouth throbbed like a new bruise.

Kissing Johnny, as it turned out, didn’t give Simon a gut-wrenching awareness of his own vulnerability like he’d feared. It didn’t feel like what am I doing, what am I risking. It felt like dropping a weight off his shoulders, felt like a sigh. Kissing Johnny felt like a homecoming, and it’d been so very long since Simon had felt at home.

#GOOD MORNIN’ MEXICO #what’s that thing I’ve been saying?#this got WILDLY OUT OF HAND #I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF #THEY’RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR #I give them all the kisses #the casual kisses the vulnerable kisses the heated kisses #and now I offer them to you #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #call of duty #cod mwii #cod headcanons #it’s the crisis talking

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p4nishers · 10 months

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let me just say this: if crowley EVER makes an actual move on aziraphale and aziraphale gives even a HINT of reciprocation it's over for him in SECONDS bc u know aziraphale half asses nothing so it'll be like crowley tries to brush their fingers together and aziraphale fully beams at him and interlocks their fingers in seconds. crowley stares speechlessly at their hands for 5 minutes, looks up at aziraphale and faints. crowley gets aziraphale flowers and aziraphale puts them in the very center of his shop where everyone can see and keeps them alive for months. crowley fights a giggle every time he sees them. crowley offers his jacket on a cold night and aziraphale wears the jacket everywhere for weeks and gushes about it to everyone he meets. crowley chokes on his breath every meeting aziraphale is in it without fail. crowley slyly asks aziraphale on an actual romantic date and aziraphale SLAMS down their wedding invitations infort him of like "im so glad u asked, dear, i've been waiting for this" then launches into a rant about flower arrangements and table cloth colors and crowley is left blinking at him and trying not to explode. poor snake.

#i want yall to know that i spent a full 2 minutes tryna spell reciprocation im not kidding #i dont even know if this actual makes sense bc reading it back makes me wanna kms i articulated this so badly im so sorry #i literally just woke up and the coffees hasn't kicked in yet #anyway what i meant by this is crowley is the biggest simp alive with a weak nervous system when it comes to az and aziraphale is #just like 'marry me already u fucker' everytime crowley is agonizing abt if az loves him like that he puts his hand his hips and gestures #wildly their wedding rings then is like 'oh shit i forgot to give u that' and crowley discorporates #bro im so excited for s2 im shaking out of my skin every single minute km not watching it i cant focus on anything other than these idiots #send help PLEASE #good omens #azicrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens headcanons

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iamfitzwilliamdarcy · 11 months

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Thinking about how Kipps is everything an adult supervisor should be and it’s those exact reasons he cannot live with himself being one... this was just supposed to be a post of contrasting block quotes and it’s still mostly that but I added a bit of commentary/context:

“The adult supervisors had zero psychic sensitivity and, since they were mortally afraid of going anywhere near an actual Visitor, never ventured far into a haunted zone. Instead, they hung around on the sidelines, being old and useless.”

- Lucy in The Creeping Shadow

Kipps, meanwhile, during the Guppy escapade:

“The one exception was Kipps, who sat cross-legged in the kitchen, drinking hot chocolate and reading a newspaper. He didn’t have sufficient Talents to do psychic exploration.”

(emphasized because he’s actually in the home, none of Lucy’s adult supervisors have ever done that -- also he’s staying out of the way)

Later, he makes an official suggestion in his capacity as Fittes observer, but when the actual psychic kids reject it, he goes along with their plan anyway. Not only that, they’re actively trying to draw out Guppy and Kipps helps:

“Lockwood inserted his crowbar into a narrow space between a countertop and the cupboard below. ‘Kips and I will start,’ he said. ‘The rest of you keep watch” ....After a bit, he moved back and let Kipps take over with the mallet.

And then :

“We have to go and help him, Kipps,” I said. Kipps didn’t seem to have moved since Lockwood had left the room. His face was white. He gathered his wits. “Yes. We must. Come on.”

He doesn’t end up having to do anything because George finds the Source a moment later but he’s willing! He can’t see the ghost but he’s gonna go help Lockwood fight it!

I don’t have my copy of Screaming Staircase with me to double check so I’ll edit this later-- I can’t remember if Lucy asking Jacobs to come into the house and offer advice is in the book or a show addition, but it’s such a contrast!!!

And then, of course, these are all the reasons that Kipps ends up resigning-

“I just had a realization,” he said when we were on the train and rocking slowly through the south London suburbs. “After the Guppy job. I mean, there we were-- in a house possessed by a wicked and powerful entity, and you all were running around like madmen-- fighting, screaming, being fools-- but dealing with it... I was just a fifth wheel. I couldn’t see it, I couldn’t hear it... I was too old to do anything useful. And that’s what being a supervisor is: it’s a life of sending others out to fight and die. I’ve known that for a while, but it took you to make me realize I couldn’t bear to continue with it.... it was probably another dumb decision... like agreeing to come along with you today. Lockwood says he wants my expertise, but I’m not sure what I can contribute aside from standing around like a fence post. Maybe I can make the tea.”

which like wow! The acceptance that he no longer has Talent, that his leadership can no longer continue to the way it used to -- which is exactly what an adult supervisor should do -- be there for input, listen to the psychic kids, advise and support-- it’s what Kipps does !

we very frequently see Kipps actively engaged with his Team in Whispering Skull and Hollow Boy- obviously he has a Prideful streak, he’s pompous and makes mistakes, but we generally see him trust his team and do his best as a Leader. Again, don’t have my copies with me so can’t make the point further in those books, but also remember the reason he falls into hot water with Fittes in the first place is he goes a little rogue-- and the reason for that is because none of DEPRAC or the other Adults know what’s going on with the Chelsea outbreak, and, in the wake of his agent’s death, Kipps doesn’t want to lose anyone else to arbitrary nonsense (there’s something here in direct contrast to Marissa but maybe I’ll expound more in another post) -- instead, he trusts a Talent he actually knows and makes the best choice for his team members

Which is all to say-- Kipps is a good adult supervisor, but the system isn’t made for good adult supervisors

#quill kipps #mostly #creeping shadow #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #This got wildly out of hand lmao #I lost the point somewhere along the way

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itsbrucey · 5 months

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Can't sleep. Thinking about Closeson.

#folding my hands and looking up the ceiling. i miss them..#wish he had gotten more Darryl and Glenn scenes bc Matt n Freddie are fucking electric together #two very funny guys being funny. sigh.#Thinking about the Darryl and Glenn Bullywugs argument like Thats So.....Married Couple.#Glenn explaining his plan to burn down an entire forest and Darryl is offput but not disinterested #the hammock scene. buries my head in my hands #THE ARGUMENT TURNED KISS. I MISS THEM SO BAD I MISS THEM DARRYL COME HOME. COME HOME!!!!#they're so Competive Couple. arm wrestles and loud fun arguments and random bets to one up each other #Darryl. a pool of finite patience thats rapidly running dry and Glenn who is stealing it by the bucketful #Catholic vs Stoner Rockstar FIGHT!!!!!!!!#Darryl bicep curling Glenn and the others out if the fire pit was so. GESTURES WILDLY.#They out each other in their place but lovingly. also ive said it before but Glenn has a tongue piercing and Darryl is a simple man.#not tagging this. you cant make me.

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unnamed-atlas · 12 days

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For a series that was explicitly stated to be lore free SOS sure has some fucking wild lore and to be fair most of it is Sausage but crucially not all of it is

Sausage's cursed angel wings that are magically forever attached to him as punishment for jokingly making up lore

The red sheep thing from the last event 💀

Sausage's Black Hole Sun ass banner (it's lore to me <333)

The second fwip? Imposter fwip?? The Fates???? Fucking whatever that was and the fact that it happened to several people and the fact that Sausage kept getting banned when he tried to warn other people about it

Jimmy's hole cult. Mr Pixl "I've been made a cult leader against my will" Riffs

The general reverence for death that seems to have come over the server. Sausage's candle vigil. Pix's tool graveyard.

The omen for what is to come that was the alliances and rivalries that formed during the last event 😶

#i love this stupid series i hope things get wildly out of hand over time #anyways i love how easy it is to tell the lore culprits on this server bc i follow half the people in the series #and only 4 names came up in this list. and one of them is a guy i don't actually watch #sos smp #yeah sure why not this can go in the tag

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sunnibits · 2 years

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this is so messy and self indulgent but I was thinking… like obviously every steddy hands fanfic heavily features the idea of forcing Izzy to accept affection and talk about his feelings but please consider: what if eventually something in him just cracks and Izzy Hands suddenly becomes the most insufferable, affectionate, clingy little menace ever to sail the seven seas

#yes this is wildly out of character yes I am cringe stizzy trash. sue me.#izzy hands #stede bonnet #stizzy #gentlehands #which is tHE CUTEST SHIP NAME EVR #steddyhands #steddy hands #I mean it’s not rlly all three of them but it’s implied so #ofmd #our flag means death #art #my art #fanart #NOBODY look at the hands of anything ab how messy this is #I was not trying very hard (that’s a lie I did try hard on most of it)#it took me. many attempts

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mothpawbs · 5 months

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because i've been thinking about wings of fire a lot i want to talk about my queen ocs! these are pretty new and subject to change but i like them so far.

bases are by k9pestilence on deviantart, with coloring/character design by me!

Queen Mirage of the Sandwings

she/her | straight | 56 pragmatic and cynical with a dry sense of humor, Mirage tends to make dragons quite uncomfortable when they first meet her. however, her penchant for kindness lets them warm up to her, slowly but surely. she is intelligent and enjoys collecting books and scrolls from around the continents. her single daughter, Arroyo, keeps trying to usurp the throne any way possible without actually challenging. Mirage chooses to see this as pathetic, but amusing.

Queen Fawn of the Mudwings

she/her | bisexual | 22 fawn's name is quite telling of her personality: sweet, whimsical, and empathetic. her kingdom is run by herself and her four sibs, whom she works side-by-side with to improve life for their subjects. Fawn enjoys interior decorating and fashion in her free time, and often has visits with queen Coastal to discuss their shared interests.

Queen Coastal of the Seawings

she/her | straight | 48 kind but reckless, many are watching Coastal in awe to find out when she'll end up dying from poor decision-making. despite this, her benevolence and altruism make her popular among her tribe. Coastal is an appreciator of art in all forms, and spends much time and resources on acquiring paintings, weavings, and sculptures. her wardrobe is also quite extensive, albeit impractical for swimming. Coastal has two heirs, twins Aegean and Carribean.

Queen Whirlwind of the Skywings

she/her | straight | 62 the eldest of the queens, Whirlwind is respected across the continents. wise and diplomatic, she has elevated the sky kingdom to new heights with trade agreements and treaties with other queens. however, the high value she holds towards tradition and convention can sometimes hold her back. Whirlwind is good friends with queens Mirage and Coastal, and has several descendants, including heir apparent princess Burnish.

Queen Heliconia of the Rainwings

she/her | omnisexual | 33 flamboyant and charming, all attention falls to Heliconia wherever she goes. she marvels at anything new and interesting, which has had the fortunate side effect of increasing trade with the rain kingdom. all of this power tends to go to her head, however, and Heliconia has a reputation for vanity and overindulgence. her parties are legendary.

Queen Verglas of the Icewings

she/they | lesbian | 24 relatively recently ascended to the throne, Verglas was always taught by her mother to trust none but herself. stern and suspicious, but desperately wanting close relationships, Verglas tends to make unfortunate choices that push those she loves away the more she tries to hold them close. the only dragon who refuses to give up on her is princess Burnish of the skywings, with whom Verglas is in an on-again, off-again relationship.

Queen Arcana of the Nightwings

she/her | aromantic | 40 imposing, distinguished, and of very few words, Arcana is a dragon that commands respect when she enters a room. the definition of 'speak softly and carry a big stick,' she is slow to anger but extremely powerful in a conflict. she is also secretive, and prefers to stay out of the limelight and keep things close to her chest. Arcana has three heirs: prince Valor, princess Clarity, and princess Spectral.

Queen Tarantula of the Hivewings

they/she | pansexual/polyamorous | 19 bold, daring, and decisive, Tarantula knows exactly what they want and will achieve it at any cost. they are also loving and deeply protective towards those closest to them, including their sisters and their two partners, Lady Lacewing and Lord Horntail. they've recently hatched their first egg, containing daughter Midge.

Queen Laurel of the Leafwings

she/her | bisexual | 8 the youngest of the queens, Laurel ascended to the throne after her mother, Lady Sakura, retired from progressing illness. Quiet, clear-headed, and imaginative, she would rather be writing poetry than ruling, but does her best to provide for her kingdom. Laurel is currently in a quiet, long-distance relationship with princess Clarity.

Queen Metalmark of the Silkwings

any pronouns | demiromanic ace | 31 proclaimed a visionary long before she first donned the Silkwing crown, Metalmark is a brilliant dragon with interests in many fields of study. they've written works in philosophy, social science, and history, and enjoys collecting rocks. they're not the best at social interaction, making mental connections most dragons can't follow and often too frustrated to take the time to explain themselves, and is therefore seen as a slightly mad eccentric.

#moth mumbles #wof #wings of fire #wof ocs #royalty #sandwing #mudwing #seawing #skywing #rainwing #icewing #nightwing #hivewing #leafwing #silkwing #this got wildly out of hand lmao anyways maybe one day i'll actually draw these guys #until then bases will suffice

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rikebe · 9 months

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yess whiteboy tell me about wine

#this doodle got WILDLY out of hand #frasier #niles crane #im so charmed by him he moves like a marionette puppeteered by a child's ghost #and speaks like a lexicon!

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masterreborn · 3 months

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i think missy should’ve had lots of different fun edwardian outfits and i refuse to believe she wore the same dress for 70 years straight while in the vault so *gestures vaguely*

#i think this is the first art thing i’ve posted here #this was supposed to be a basic sketch that got wildly out of hand #doctor who #missy doctor who #the master #twissy #doctor who fanart #em does art #shouting into the vortex

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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This headcanon/fic hybrid has been updated and partially rewritten to have a proper beginning, more fleshed out middle, a new ending, and better perspective. You can find it here! Anonymous asked:

Lionlander?! Idea!

What if I'm some way somehow S/o ran into Homelander and a whole scenario played out like the Lion with the thorn stuck in his paw and Homelander being the lion of course and little s/I bring the mouse lol. I can imagine it now! Homelander being in some situation where he can't believe he actually needs help (not sure what kind of situation that would be lol) uhhh how could the great Homelander get himself stuck in this mess?! Then little short adorable s/o comes along just ordinary and minding her own business and notices poor Homelander in his situation she doesn't laugh or get scared despite his grumpiness towards her instead she just smiles sweetly and comes over and helps him... Being completely warm and friendly wanting to make a new friend rather than run away...

OOHHH you know, I've been pondering the repercussions of a possible "kryptonite" for Homelander being discovered. An Anti-V, if you will. Imagine he's soaring through the sky and hears something whistling through the air behind him. Some kind of projectile? a small missile, maybe? It's nothing he hasn't handled before. It could blow up in his hand and he would be fine.

In that split second he has to react, he decides to forego dodging it, and see where it's coming from, honing in his vision, except as it gets nearer, his vision begins to tunnel. What the fuck? His reflexes slow, and before he knows it, the projectile strikes him in the chest, fumes filling his lungs and coating his skin. He feels like he's been turned inside out. Suddenly he's plummeting towards the ground, and crashes directly into your backyard, an eruption of snow and yard furniture.

He's out like a light, and when you muster up the courage to approach him, he's not moving. Oh god, he's not breathing. In your panic, your brain shuts off, and you act without thinking.

When Homelander comes to, he's being shaken. No, compressed, hands over his chest, pulsing again and again in a rhythm. Warm lips press against his, and a rush of air fills his lungs. His eyes snap open, and out of pure reflex, he shoves you away from him, sitting up with a frenzied look in his eyes.

You should have flown back thirty feet with a shove like that. Instead, you only fell back onto your ass. Homelander's hands are shaking as he looks at them, and he can feel blood dripping from his ears, taste it in his mouth. He's disoriented, his whole body feels heavy. He's having trouble breathing, and his heart is pounding.

"Someone tried to kill me," he rasps in disbelief. Not surprised that someone tried, but that someone very nearly succeeded. "Someone... Someone tried to fucking kill me," he says again, growing more hysteric the more the pain sets in.

He's wild-eyed, breathing erratic, and you're afraid he's about to put himself into cardiac arrest. He may not have his usual strength, but the brutal way he punched his palm into your chest was still no joke.

"Homelander!" You address sharply, trying to rein in your own bubbling panic. What if whoever tried to kill him is coming for him? "I can help you, okay? Let me help you."

Maybe it's something in the tone of your voice, equal parts authoritative and compassionate, or maybe it's the degree of his vulnerability sinking in, but after a second of dumbfounded staring, Homelander nods.

It's pure adrenaline that gives you the strength to help him into your house. He's practically dead weight in your arms, barely keeping himself on his feet as you both stumble into your living room. The height difference does neither of you any favors.

You get him down onto the couch before fetching a wet rag and a first aid kit. As you lean over him, he sees a mottled mark blossoming darkly across the center of your chest, just under your collarbone, approximately the size of his palm.

Without thinking, he reaches up to touch it. You startle, looking down where he touches. You now notice the beginnings of the bruise, too. "Don't worry about me," you tell him, as comforting as you can muster. It stings where he presses his fingers in, the skin tender. You grasp his wrist and gently lay it back down at his side.

I'm not worried about you, he thinks numbly. "That should have caved in your chest."

"Guess it's my lucky day, then," you say absently, more focused on using a wet cloth to wipe away the blood from his temple, up into his hairline, seeking the injury. You're meticulous but gentle in the way you handle him, cupping the side of his face to turn him one way, then another. "I think these need stitches," you say, brows furrowed. Homelander's gaze lingers on your lips as you speak.

What kind of person sees someone fall out of the fucking sky, and then thinks to give them CPR?

"I'm calling an ambulance," you say, moving to stand. Homelander catches you by the wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"No, no, not... Don't do that," he says, screwing his eyes shut briefly. No one else can know that this happened. Besides, if those psychopaths are still out there, it will draw them right to him. "Too much attention, I just... give me a fucking minute," he says, flexing his hands. They still feel weak, tingling like they've fallen asleep, but the pain is beginning to abate.

Whatever was done to him, it doesn't seem to be permanent.

Thank fucking Christ.

"Okay," you say tentatively. Instead, you continue wiping the blood from his face, gently rubbing it from his temples, down his jaw. Homelander watches you like a hawk, rolling his fingers in and out of fists, gradually feeling his strength return to him.

He's unaccustomed to the way you're handling him. One hand cupping his jaw, ginger in the way you move his head, though only when you absolutely need to. The concern wrinkled between your brows is so palpable, so sincere, he almost forgets you're strangers.

"What're you doing?" He asks, voice low, nearly a growl.

You pause, looking down to meet his eye. "Oh, I just... There's still blood, and I didn't want to leave you alone."

Your response tightens something in his chest, like a steel coil wrung too tight. It's uncomfortable. He feels small, vulnerable, and the tenderness of your touch is doing nothing for the feel of it.

"I don't need you," he snaps defensively. "I'm fine."

"Okay," you respond, aggravatingly calm. Still soothing. "What do you need?"

Homelander opens his mouth, but hesitates. Your earnestness is infuriating, waiting on baited breath for what you can do for him. He closes his mouth, jaw tight. His gaze flickers back down to the bruise on your chest. It's darker now, varying shades of purple and yellow fading into one another.

Looking back up at you, Homelander evens his expression. "Close the blinds," he says, gesturing with his head to the window, where you have twinkling white Christmas lights strung up. "I need to lay low awhile." Though he can feel his powers steadily returning, it would be foolish to fly before nightfall. Whoever shot at him could have another round loaded and waiting. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll find out who it was, and rip out their fucking spine.

You've already gotten up to do as he asked, drawing the blinds down, and then closing the curtains over them. Afterwards, you turn to leave.

"Hey," Homelander calls, frowning. You stop in the doorway. "Where are you going?"

"The kitchen," you answer, hand on the doorframe. "You can call if you need something."

"Stay here," Homelander says, ignoring the bit of petulance he can hear in his own voice. He doesn't care if you're confused. He doesn't care that he doesn't entirely understand himself. He just wants you to stay.

Homelander watches you take a seat at the end of the couch, near his feet. He exhales, closing his eyes. It isn't as though you could do anything if proficient killers did appear, but for whatever reason, no matter how useless you would ultimately be, he feels better for having you near.

After half an hour, his senses begin to sharpen again. It begins as a dull, irritating buzz at first, but grows gradually more clear. Of all the commotion he's becoming aware of, he fixates on your breathing to drown out the rest.

After an hour, he learns your name, that you work from home, you like decorating for Christmas, even when you spend it alone, and that you've lived a thoroughly dull, ordinary little life until this very moment.

From his observations , he's learned the rhythm of your heartbeat, that you touch your face when you're nervous, and that you would rather laugh than take any of his disparaging remarks about your mundane life to heart.

"I think it's very lucky for you that I am so boring. I might not have been here otherwise," you counter. Your smile is so utterly charming, Homelander forgets to refute your point. Instead, much to your alarm, he sits up.

"Oh, steady. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask, standing as he does. Homelander stretches his hands out in front of him, and then curls his arms back in. Exhaling, his eyes flare crimson. He likes the way it makes your heart jump when he looks at you through the red glow.

Homelander's lips quirk, lasers fading out. "Good as new," he says confidently, though the aches of his fall still linger in his joints. He takes a few long strides across your living room, pausing in the doorway to your kitchen, where he can see through to your yard, and the absolute crater he left in it.

"Vought will... take care of that," he says, gesturing vaguely to the destruction.

You can't help but laugh, crossing your arms. "I appreciate it, but really, I'm just glad you're alright," you say honestly, staring out into the wreckage of your yard.

Homelander purses his lips slightly, glancing at you from his peripheral. Above him, he feels something brush the top of his head. When he glances up, what he sees hung in the doorway makes him smile deviously.

Without warning, Homelander puts his hands on your waist, and pulls you to him, lips landing warm and firm on yours. He absolutely devours the surprised little noise you make against him, halfway tempted to see what other sounds he can wring from you. He hears your heart begin to race, and much to his delight, you kiss him back. You even surprise him by grabbing the back of his neck, sinking deeper into the kiss.

When Homelander pulls back, you're flushed prettily from the tip of your nose to the tips of your ears.

"What... was that?" You ask, dazed.

"Mistletoe," he purrs. You look up when he points, and huff a gentle little laugh, nodding at the aforementioned ornament dangling above you.

"Is this your way of saying thank you?" You ask playfully, your shoulders relaxing. "I hope you're still going to pay for my yard."

It's Homelander's turn to chuckle. "Oh, no. I haven't said thank you yet," he says, hands lingering on your hips. He'd only meant it to be a quick thing, but now you're toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. He licks his lips.

There's still a couple more hours until sundown. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll figure out exactly what the fuck he got blasted by. For now, he owes you a proper thank you, and himself a little Christmas treat for his trouble.

#hahaha I CHEATED and made it christmas themed!!!!!#this got WILDLY out of hand it was too long to post as an ask lmao #homelander x reader #homelander x you #my writing #depowered homelander #gonna have to go back and make that a proper tag since it's a running theme now #this definitely started as a headcanon and then went off the rails #ask and you shall receive #darling anon

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