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alastyr-not-alastair · 1 month

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*breaks through your window*

Have you ever wondered how steves are born? i mean like, we all have our headcanons and many of them are pretty similar but who wants to hear mine now

well if you're still reading you probably want to

So this one i'm making specific to my fanfic Sins of the Forefathers (i promise guys im still working on it, i jsut wrote the first chapter without making an outline and now i actually have to write a whole story) just because I think it’s silly, there’s no real reason and I don’t think that it’ll end up being some major plot point or anything so I can share without spoilers!

currently there are 2 big headcanons around, 1 of them being from a bit that states that steves reproduce using diamonds, and the other one being that the energy around the place can gather into one spot until theres so much that it creates a new steve

theres also... mpreg but i'd rather NOT

so naturally i combined them

To create a child you will need a diamond and at least 2 parents that are (preferably) of the same colour! the parents need to pour in a considerable amount of their energy into the diamond to create a new steve, while the diamond acts as a sort of vessel to hold onto their power. if this was tried WITHOUT the diamond, the energy would just dissipate into the air.

This ritual leaves the parents depleted of their own energy, which is why sometimes there will be more than 2 parents, just so that the load is lighter for them. Typically, the energy split isn't 100% even, so one parent may have put in a slightly larger amount of their own energy, this usually leads to the kid being closer to that parent in shade and power type/level.

When theres a third parent introduced for the sole reason of allowing the first 2 to not have to lose so much energy, they typically only gve a small amount of their own. Not enough to influence the child but enough that the parents wont be left EXHAUSTED afterwards. When theres a third parent because they also want to be a parent and have a kid, its once again a mostly even split between all of them

This all continues no matter how many parents you introduce into the mix

now the diamond! as the energy is put into the diamond, the core of it starts to become almost like a star, a core that is keeping the energy circulating and moving inside of it until it starts to create a living being. From then on, the diamond acts as an egg.

the kid inside will slowly use up the diamonds carbon from the inside out, as the energy poured into them combines with the energy that the diamond is absorbing from the general area as well. The diamond will slowly start to slightly change colour and go opaque.

The closer that the diamond egg is to people, the faster it'll hatch simply due to it absorbing energy left in the air that people give off.

The core continues to eat away at the diamond from the inside as a steve forms in there. At this point of their lives they don't need to worry about any food or water or anything because of the fact that they're still only feeding off the energy in the universe.

Once enough energy has been absorbed, the diamond shell that's left over will start to crack and fracture. The cracks will be more like something is expanding out of it rather than just breaking out. The first crack will always be the loudest as it is when the most energy is let out. At that point the kid can come crawling out the diamond and BOOM! you have a child!

A couple thoughts more that i have that im not sure where to put in:

the steves are a carbon based race due to the fact that diamonds are entirely carbon

a new hatch will be like, the size of a large hand. They grow fast once they're out

the way they're made is quite literally like a new star, and that first crack is their supernova. they basically go through the life cycle of a star before they're even born

different colours can technically have children together but it doesn't always have the intended result. Most times the energy they pour in isnt compatible so it... makes the diamond blow up....

if they do manage to succeed, the kid will be one colour or the other, as the energy of the parent who poured less energy would slowly get converted into something the other parents is more compatible with

In the case of Rainbow Steve:

So he’s an unnatural abomination of a Steve, we all know that, right?

If you didn’t, you do now bc he’s canonically made of like 5 people

Rainbow Steve was in fact made the traditional egg way, but the outputs of the energy put into the diamond had to be made so precise it wouldn’t go one way or another. He would also then have been required to be put in an environment where all the outside energy would not influence what colour he turned out to be.

The way this was done was it was completed one person at a time. Each person first had to learn to manipulate their own energy into a spare vessel with a measuring tool in it, and once it was measured to be exactly 1/7th of the total energy they would all put in, they would have to carefully manipulate the energy in an environment where there’s no extra energy swirling around, and put that into the diamond

Rinse and repeat the process 7 times and you have a rainbow egg hopefully, which would then be carefully fed equal amounts of all energy in a sealed off room. Eventually Rainbow Steve would hatch from it and all the scientists would breath a collective sigh of relief

A pretty normal way to make him honestly, but the constant feeding of the egg exhausted the scientists pretty fast, so eventually they just made a filtering system that would store the energy they let off naturally and use that to give to the egg

Also all the scientists fell in love with each other during their time there, it’s canon I said so

#of course it’s canon they’re literally my ocs I can do what I want with them #i just think it’s neat #their biology is meant to be strange and confusing #light Steve is a whole other thing #he just appeared as a teen when rainbow was split apart bc of the over abundance of blue energy inside of Rainbow Steve #favremysabre #steve saga #rainbow steve #sins of the forefathers #headcanon #hcs

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sinful-morningstar · 7 months

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Spartober day 12 Spanking (VerNero)

Author's Note: This was Really fun to write i am a sucker for Father/Son shenanigans, again as usual there is no outright smut just alot of kinky foreplay and dirty talk my usual jam of course. I hope you all enjoy today's prompt! Prompts by whatsanapocalae1 ( I use a combination of SparTober and Devil MayTober Prompts) 12: Spanking (VerNero) "Nero you foolish boy!" Vergil chided with seething rage his voice stern as he almost growled his anger was more like a strike to the heart than a booming bomb of ballistics…He shook his head gently, Nero had done something wrong during their hunt risking his life in the process and it aggrieved Vergil to his core the thought of losing another loved one was his biggest fear, he didn't want to lose his only son, especially not due to such recklessness.

Nero threw his arms up in defence as he let out an exasperated sigh “.What’s the matter, Vergil? Not impressed by your own son’s courage? Let me tell you something. A real devil hunter doesn’t back down from a fight, even if it means risking his life. If I have to die to protect others, then so be it!”

"NO!, you cant be this wreckless i wont allow it!, no son of mine is going on a suicidal mission just to prove his worth!" Vergil raised his voice slightly as he grabbed Nero by the shoulders bringing him close. his heart raced and his mind was clouded with rage and fear

"Don't you Dare throw your life away for some pathetic human, we are the lineage of Sparda, while we dont back down from fights there's bravery in knowing when to stop and what you did was stupid not brave…"

Rolling his eyes Nero shook his head as he continued to defend himself “Father, I can take care of myself just fine. I don’t need you to tell me how to live my life, or how to fight demons. You’re just trying to protect me because you’re worried I might end up like you. But here’s the thing: I’m not you. I’m me, and I’m ready to prove it.”

"You dare accuse me of such foolishness, I know full well you and i are not alike, but for goodness sake why throw yourself so willingly into danger like that, you're worse than Dante…" Vergil sighed trying to compose himself as he sat down trying to save himself from his inner Demonic side .

"Come here…" he said, patting his lap gently.

Nero raised a brow in surprise..pleasant surprise as he spoke gently “I’m glad you’re not as controlling as I thought, Father. I’m sorry about yelling at you. But I can’t just sit back and let demons have their way with humanity, y’know? I have to fight for those who can’t defend themselves, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. No matter the cost” he sighed gently as he did as he was told and sat down on Vergil’s lap.

"My dear sweet thing…my darling boy…I know you wish to serve a great cause here with Dante and i..and while that is admirable..I can't allow you to keep putting yourself in harm's way, what if I lost you..hmm?, would you really want that? '' Vergil sighed softly, lifting Nero's chin gently, he knew of a way for Nero to make up for his transgressions..he knew full well what he had to do, what any father would do…

Nero’s eyes widened with shock as he realised what Vergil was about to do. They had agreed in the past that if Nero ever got out of line with Vergil they wouldn't brawl or spar the way Dante and Vergil did no..this was..special, they decided on a proper punishment fit for family…

“Father, no! I didn’t mean it, please! I can fight just as well as Dante. I know I can. Please don’t do this!”

He tried to get up, scrambling out of Vergil’s lap but to no avail, Vergil held him tight using his demonic strength to grip him by the wrist and keep him by his side.

"ah ah ah…Nero..we've discussed this, when you misbehave like this, I'll take care of you the way any father should..and spare me the waterworks…i know full well you'll learn from this..you always do in the end.." Vergil purred gently stroking Nero's cheek.

“Father please, you can’t do this! I can change, I swear! Just give me another chance!” Nero pleaded with a whimper.

Nero writhed and struggled against Vergil’s grip, desperate to escape his grasp. But it was futile. Vergil had far greater strength than him. He let out a defeated sigh, realising that he had to accept his fate.

"That's my boy, look at me" Vergil said as he lifted Nero's chin brushing his thumb against his bottom lip, he smirked softly at Nero's blush. letting out a content sigh he almost chuckled.

"You struggled earlier ..but you gave in, you always give in to me in the end..so eager to please…"

Nero looked away, hating himself for giving in to Vergil. He didn’t want to be like this, but he couldn’t deny it was true.

“I guess you’re right, Father…I always cave eventually. I don’t have to like it to admit that. But this time felt different, I’ll do my best to make you proud. No more misbehaviour. I promise.``

He returned his focus on Vergil. He noticed their positions weren’t helping his situation. It felt…too close. Too intimate.

Vergil hummed in approval "I accept that about you my boy, but we're finished yet, we still need to settle the matter…" he said as he noticed how close they were he enjoyed it as he grinned deviously.

"now…over my knees.." he said as he clicked his fingers gesturing for him to do as he was told.

Nero’s face turned a bright shade of red. He felt embarrassed but also…curious. He did what he had to do. He crawled over to Vergil and bent over just the way he was told. He tried to resist but he ended up obeying his father nonetheless.

Vergil smirked softly as he brushed his hand over Nero's backside with a sigh "now…the matter of how much you deserve for your Arrogance…"

Nero trembled. A nervous sweat formed on his forehead. He felt his cheeks flush with a burning heat that would put an inferno to shame. He wanted to look away, to escape the embarrassment…He couldn't help but feel…aroused. The way Vergil's hand caressed his body…the way it made him feel so vulnerable. A part of him wanted Vergil to do more. He knew this was wrong…but he was so weak to resistance.

"Nero..i asked you a question.." Vergil said sternly as he lifted his son's chin up to face him, his eyes cold but his gaze warm, a powerful contrast of how they both felt; this irresistible pull toward each other they had felt it years ago in the Qliphoth it was written that they'd give in.

Nero trembled from excitement and fear, his mind running rampant with lust and confusion.

“W-what? What do you mean, Father?" He knew full well what Vergil was implying, but he didn't dare tell him the truth.

"Don't play coy with me Boy, I asked you how much you deserve for your punishment, and your serious lack of judgement.." Vergil hissed almost swatting then and there but he resisted gripping Nero's thighs instead.

Nero flinched with nervous anticipation from Vergil's touch. Every single one of his nerve endings felt like they were on fire. He was so excited…and yet so nervous. He wanted Vergil to keep going…but he also knew he shouldn't…Nero could barely speak, his voice a soft whisper as a result.

"I deserve…at least…ten, Father…Nero let out a soft moan as he whispered the last word."

"Ah an even Ten hmm?, Twenty would too cruel of me wouldn't it my boy?" Vergil asked with a dark chuckle tracing his hands along the curve of Nero's backside. he was teasing of course both verbally and physically , he knew just how to get a rise out of him. even if it was wrong, even if this wasn't an ideal form of parenting, its what worked for them.

The caress of Vergil's hands sent a shiver down Nero's spine. He bit his lip in anticipation for whatever was coming next. He knew how his father's punishments went, and they were never pleasant by any means. Yet despite the pain, he couldn't help but feel pleasure from the way Vergil treated him. It confused him, but he couldn't deny the feelings anymore. Nero moaned softly again.

"Mm?, you are aware you aren't meant to be enjoying this….perhaps Twenty is good enough for you…" Vergil said coldly as he slid down Nero's jeans and proceeded to grip the tender flesh against his hands the sensation of Nero's bare backside made his head spin.

Nero let out a moan of delight. His heart was racing, but his body felt so relaxed…so hot and flushed. He felt so vulnerable as he stood there, naked in front of his father. But at the same time, he felt free. He couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a faint grin.

Vergil chided "Naughty Boy, you know better than that~" he purred low in his voice like velvet as it echoed in the halls of the Devil May Cry office. He swatted him gently as a warning showing he was just warming up.

Nero clenched his teeth to hold back any other moans. That one swat was already enough to send him over the edge. But Vergil's warm voice, and his caress sent his body into a frenzy. He struggled to stay quiet, but each swat sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him.

"Ah..it seems we need to start over, you got up to 5..and yet I didn't seem to hear any counting…" Vergil said as he lifted Nero's chin up to face him wrapping a hand around his son's throat as he spoke in a sultry tone "Just the moans of a needy ..dirty...boy…"

Nero whimpered as he felt Vergil's hand grip his neck. As much as he hated it, he loved it too. To be dominated by his father, to feel his fingers run over his body..to be called…dirty…Nero had never felt more alive, more vulnerable. He looked up at Vergil with burning passion in his eyes. He wanted…no, he needed more.

"Answer me when i speak to you Nero, i said…." he paused, gradually getting more aggressive with his tone, he swatted at him as he spoke one last time "Count, them, all, Now!" he said in between harsh blows to Nero's already pink tinted behind.

"Y-Yes..Father…" Nero took a deep breath. He could do this, no matter how hard it might be. He was going to count and he was going to do it right this time. "One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…" *Nero paused as he felt Vergil swat him. His vision blurred with each blow, but he forced himself to continue. "Nine…ten…eleven…twelve…thirteen…fourteen…" Nero struggled to keep his voice from breaking. The pain…the pleasure…it was both overwhelming and euphoric.

"Good boy, serves you right misbehaving like this not only putting your life at risk but submitting to me so easily, such eagerness, you might as well had shaken your hips and begged to take you right up against Nico's van , with the way you've been moaning for me~" he chided his voice low and velvety almost mesmerising to Nero's ears he continued.

"Keep going, you've reached Fifteen, you have another five more to go…"

Nero's face was bright pink from the embarrassment and pleasure. He could feel his insides being turned upside down from the way Vergil caressed him. Every swat sent shivers down his spine. He didn't care. He wanted more to happen. "Fifteen…sixteen…seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…twenty." He let out a low growl of satisfaction.

Vergil gave one last extra blow, nice and hard and swift so quick it had the same effect as a whip due to his demonic strength and speed. "That's it…there…I believe you've had enough, any further and you'd make a mess of yourself just from the mindless pleasure this brings you…but remember my boy this a punishment ….not a hand out…"

Nero let out a moan of pleasure as the last blow landed. He had never felt so alive…and so filled with desire. A part of him wished Vergil would hurt him more. He was so close…just one more hit…would've driven him over the edge. But he knew his father was right, any more and he would've given in completely. Still, he wanted more, so much more. He struggled to catch his breath as he glared up at his father.

Vergil raised a brow as he gripped Nero's jaw forcing him upward so that his son sat in his lap " You haven't learned a thing you wanton Minx…" he chuckled darkly. "Perhaps you need more than just my hand…"

Nero felt a rush of blood fill his face as it flushed bright red. He suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and vulnerable, but at the same time…a strange thrill ran through him. To be called…a wanton minx…by his father…Nero shuddered…was Vergil flirting with him?

"My dear boy, now's not the time for embarrassment, you wanted this , you suggested it as form of punishment, and here you are moaning and squirming for me…don't pretend i didn't notice just how excited this made you…i can feel it up against me…so eager..so vulnerable..so..delectable " he chuckled softly with a smirk.

Nero felt the blood running through his body heat up. His heart was beating out of his chest, he could feel his cheeks burn with excitement as Vergil spoke in such sultry tones. His eyes were glued to Vergil's. And yet…he hated it. He knew his father was just teasing him, and yet it had such a profound effect on him. It was humiliating…and yet, thrilling, too. Why did this feel so…good? It was wrong…

"You want more don't you?" Vergil asked with a purr, stroking his son's cheek delicately, his eyes locked on his enjoying the puppy eyed expression he received from him. "Use your words Nero, you're a big boy…say it…out loud. Say it loud and clear for me…tell me what you want…"

Nero hesitated, but before he knew it, the words were already spilling out of his mouth. He had to admit it. His father was right.

"Yes…Father…" It was such a simple word, but his voice sounded so lustful, so desperate. And he felt it at his core too. "I want…more…"

"No..No i want to hear you beg for it…this is your punishment, I should've done this sooner, teasing you with what you desire, your forbidden fruit just within arms reach but i won't let you have it, no…ill use to my advantage..make you behave and maybe…just maybe..if you're a good boy…." Vergil hummed in thought as he brought Nero close to his lip barely an inch between them as he paused.

"I'll give you a reward beyond your wildest dreams….".

Nero was already feeling weak in the knees as Vergil spoke. His voice was so close now…Nero felt his breath become heavy, but he needed that reward…He needed it desperately. With that last word from Vergil, Nero's heart was racing. He had to play his cards right. He couldn't mess up.

"Please Father…give it to me…I-I'll behave from now on. I'll…I'll be a good boy for..for you. I promise. But don't tease me anymore, this is torture…I can't hold back…p-please Father…"

Nero's whimpers brought joy to Vergil, like music to his ears a symphony of pleas that made him shiver, he knew his Son would behave in the end but he needed full confirmation before continuing. "Then say it, tell me you'll behave, tell me exactly what it is you'll refrain from ever doing again, the One thing that got you into this mess in the first place…"

Nero struggled to hold back. He didn't want to say it, but he knew he had to if he ever wanted Vergil to stop teasing him like this. He closed his eyes and inhaled. His mind raced as he looked back up at his father. He knew what had to come out of his mouth next, but he was too embarrassed to say it. But he had to, for both of their sakes. So he bit his tongue and let out the words, even though it was painful to speak them. He needed that reward.

"I…I won't be reckless ever again…"

Vergil smirked "Never ever?, not even if Dante tempts you?, or Nico or anyone for that matter..would you go against your fathers wishes again and earn the truly hard way not to cross me?…"

"Never again, Dad…I swear it…" Nero said with desperation in his voice. He felt so embarrassed to admit it like that, but he had to. He wanted Vergil to stop teasing him, to stop dangling the reward in front of him just out of reach.

"I won't disobey you…I won't go running off on my own. Not even for Dante or Nico…just for you…Father…"

"Good boy…you'll learn soon enough, now..get out of my sight before i change my mind and take you where you stand…" he paused blushing darkly seeing Nero in his lap obviously his words were in a metaphorical sense.

Nero felt his face turn bright red as he realised how close they were in all senses of the word. He couldn't meet his father's eyes, but he could feel Vergil's hot breath against his face. He needed to put some distance between the two of them, but he didn't want Vergil to stop. The punishment was over, but the teasing wasn't. The feeling made Nero feel…excited, anxious, nervous, and confused all at once. He needed…no, he wanted more.

Vergil raised a brow as he saw Nero closing in on him that mere ich of space now gone as he felt his son's soft plump lips up against his own, he froze with a shiver as he closed his eyes and kissed back deeply running his hands through Nero's hair.

Nero was overwhelmed as he felt Vergil's lips press against his own. His heart was pounding like never before, but despite the nerves, it felt…good. Vergil's touch was so soft…so delicate. And yet, so passionate. He felt like he was soaring through the clouds, free from any worries or inhibitions. He wanted this feeling to last forever. And yet…there was some regret in the back of his mind. He should not be doing this. But he couldn't help himself. He let out a soft murmur.

"Father…more…"

"Mmm patience…be patient my boy, all good comes to those who wait…." Vergil purred with a smirk as he let his tongue meet with Nero's in a lust filled frenzy as he slowly caressed his chest and rested his hands at his son's hips gripping them with authority.

Nero felt his body go limp as the two of them locked in a passionate kiss. His senses were sent flying as his head spun. The sound of Vergil's dark and sultry purrs drove him wild. He felt each inch of Vergil's body caress his as they held each other close. It felt as if time stood still. Nero's whole world was consumed by Vergil, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

#spardacest #spartober 2023 #vergil x nero #nero x vergil #vernero

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lovecore-fics · 1 year

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The Frenemy

C!sapnap x AFAB!reader

smut

warnings: pet names, degrading, breeding

a/n: this doesn’t go with lore characters but had the nations/kingdoms in it! (mentions of las Nevadas)

You and dream had been “enemies” ONLY because dream is a sore loser.

For context: you and dream were gambling at las nevadas after hours because quackity let you guys occasionally. Dream ran out of diamonds so instead of diamonds he offered his sword. Nightmare. Obviously like every other round won and took his sword home.

Ever since then he wouldn't let sapnap or george talk to you and he himself wouldn't talk to you.

Which is why you're sitting here looking at the text from sapnap.

Sapnap: y/n please come over. I need a favor

Why was this man texting YOU behind his bestfriends back for one little favor-

You were thinking of so many things he would ask you to do for him you zoned out.

Apparently you're not allowed to think for a moment because a couple seconds later you got another notification.

Sapnap: y/n hurry tf up- its important!

While you were walking to the best friend's shared house you started wondering if it was a trap.

your mind was racing with the possibilities of what's gonna happen when you arrive, some possibilities were even dirty…

When you got to the house you noticed only sapnaps horse was there which made you less terrified.

You walked in the house since it was just sapnap but when you looked up nobody was there.

“Sapnap?” you called out.

The minute you yelled his name you heard a thud come from his room.

Sapnap suddenly appeared in front of you; he seemed to be in some sort of pain.

“y/n i really trust you please promise me you wont judge what i'm about to say.” the texan said it surprised you that he let his guard down for a favor- he's usually “tough” and “masculine” but he's here right now asking, no. begging you not to judge him for a favor.

“I won't sapnap what was so urgent?” you said hoping it was important enough to interrupt your time off from being security at quackity’s casino.

“I can't…undo something” he said looking down which made you look down but you didn't make it to the floor, you found something more interesting in sapnaps shorts.

“Sapnap-” you didn't mean to come off as scared but the look on sapnaps face made you realize that you looked scared-

Sapnap looked like he had just seen a ghost. He looked more scared than i could possibly look-

“Im sorry” he kept repeating after the 3rd one i cut him off.

“It's ok sap- Calm down-” you said, getting closer to the man freaking out in front of you.

He looked at you, also taking a step closer, looking down at you. you guys were now close enough you could feel his breath against your cheeks.

“y/n can i-” he was cut off by you pressing your lips against his.

He put his hands on your hips pulling you closer to the point you could feel his boner through his pants and your skirt.

“You look like such a whore” he said after pulling away from the kiss

“Says the one who texted me bc he didnt wanna jerk himself off” you said rolling your eyes and looking up at the taller man.

The man caught you by surprise when he went after your neck. You could feel the heat from the blaze hybrids lips.

Getting lost in the feeling of his lips on your neck made you let out a moan immediately covering your mouth right after.

“No sweetheart i wanna hear you scream my name” he said dragging you over to the kitchen and bending you over the counter pulling up your skirt.

You heard the hybrid's pants drop to the floor and you arched your back to tease the man behind you.

Your lighthearted teasing was interrupted when you felt a sting on your ass. He just SPANKED you. You didn't mind tho it felt good. Too good, you accidentally let out another moan.

“Yeah i bet you like that you fucking slut.” his dick entered your pussy without any prep or warning.

“Fuck! Sapnap-” you moaned and continued making lewd sounds while the male fucked you.

“That's right scream my name baby” his thrusts got faster and deeper making more lewd sounds come out of you.

“f-f-f-!” you couldn't ask him to go faster you could only moan, you were unable to talk.

“Words darling” he slowed down his pace letting you speak.

“Faster please sir.” you finally were able to say.

“Anything for my pretty little slut” the man sped up his pace again going faster than before.

You were lost in pleasure until you felt the male pull your hair making your back hit his chest.

“Open your mouth darling” he looked into your eyes with nothing but lust.

You did as you were told in fear of being denied an orgasm later on. So you opened your mouth and he spit in your mouth.

“Swallow.” he told you and you did so smiling after.

“breed me please” you mumbled not meaning to.

“What was that sweetheart?” he cooed knowing exactly what you said.

“Breed me!” you screamed out, the entire smp could probably hear.

Sapnap went feral after those 2 words left your mouth.

He fucked you faster and deeper than you could’ve imagined then you felt it. A knot in yout stomach ready to come undone.

“C-cum” you moaned, closing your eyes.

“Do it princess” he whispered in your ear

You came undone on his cock babbling random things even you didn't understand.

Quickly after sapnap came inside of you with one last thrust he pulled out.

All of you and sapnaps thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened and there dream stood.

#dream smp #dream smp smut #sapnap smut #sapnap #dsmp #dsmp smut #afab #blaze sapnap #lovecore-fics #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #smut

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teddyduchampsglasses · 1 year

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charlie dalton comforting the reader through a panic attack? <3

Charlie Dalton Comforting The Reader Through A Panic Attack

Paring: Charlie Dalton x gender neutral reader

Movie: Dead Poets Society

Summary: As the title says, this is what it would be like if Charlie Dalton were to comfort you through a panic attack

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of panic attacks

Word count: 1,038

Charlie has learned the ins and outs of your mind, especially your emotions, including when your brain goes into its ultimate panic mode. The first time one of these attacks accrued, Charlie was scared shitless, his brain racing as he stressed about what move to make that wouldn't effect you in a negative way. He did his best to hide his own panicked emotions, but they easily seeped through his whole charade when he would whisper things like "oh God" or "shit" under his breath, or when his hands began to shake and his voice began to quiver. He was trembling almost as much as you were. And his actions only made you feel worse, sadness washing over you when you observed how you affected him in that moment, making you feel like a burden to your boyfriend as he too became anxious and fearful.

But, after a while, once he had been there to experience a few more of these attacks, he quickly learned exactly how to operate and what actions to take to calm your nerves and lighten the mood.

Charlie has never been too good with the whole "expressing your emotions" and "explaining your feelings" ordeal, never knowing what words to use or how to phrase his sentences to perfectly portray his sentiment. He often stutters or stumbles through his sentences when ever he feels the need to express himself, and these quirks only worsen under pressure, often ending in him slapping his palm across his mouth or upon his forehead as a result to his awkwardness. So, due to this fact, he's become skilled at cheering you up in other ways, using tactics that don't involve him speaking all too much.

Taking the situation into account, analyzing just how stressed and anxious you may be, touching and holding you is often not the best option for Charlie, it is a path he quickly learned not to take. Panic attacks are seemingly the only time Charlie can keep his hands off you, any other time he has you in his grasp, always holding your hand, hugging you, playing with your hair, anything, it’s always something, but he would never want to upset you or make your situation any worse, so he tends to keep away from those types of actions when you're in such an emotional state. So, with his lack of communication and no physical affection allowed rule, that only leaves a few more options available for the male.

Compliments, loads of compliments. He isn't always the best at comforting words, not wanting to mess up and say the wrong thing, so he strays away from those types of sayings and instead resorts to flattery. He will compliment your clothes, his favorite physical features of yours, your unique personality, your strengths, and other redeeming qualities. He practically dumps his whole heart to you, which always leaves you somewhat smiling.

He also often chatters about what ever comes to his mind, an attempt to keep your thoughts off the problem at hand. He tries his best to distract you from your overbearing, doubtful, and negative thoughts by talking about stuff that happened during his day or things he spots in the halls. "Today, it was so funny," he'll chuckle to himself "I got to watch as Pitts fell from a chair while trying to hang something in the class. He landed on Todd, practically killing him." This strategy actually works pretty well, his stories often take your mind off your issues and troubles and you even end up laughing along with the male as he tells you a funny memory of his.

But, if you’d prefer to just sit quietly in the hall, or some sort of other safe space, then he wont object. He wants to do what ever makes you feel the most relaxed and comfortable, and if that includes just sitting shoulder to shoulder silently in the desolate halls, he’s always willing to do so. And, if you’d prefer to just be alone for a while, left to your own devices, he totally understands; he’ll even offer to do some of your homework for you while you relax, even if it may not be his strong point, he wants to relieve you from as much stress as he possibly can.

He’ll also gladly accompany you to your dorm just to be able to read out loud while rubbing your back, one of his best and most successful attempts to help you calm down while also soothing you into a deep slumber. He loves massaging your shoulders and neck while reading a passage from a book, being able to respond to any of your beckoning needs if you have any. You want a blanket? He practically jumps from his position upon your bed to retrieve a comforter for you. He’ll gladly remove his sweatshirt, t-shirt, and basically any clothing of his you may even slightly desire. He practically spoils you, obeying all of your needs when ever you are even slightly down.

He always make sure no one comes near you if you're not ready or just generally not in the mood. He practically camps out in front of your bedroom door, politely telling people you need some time alone if they are searching for you, and if they don’t take the hint, continuing to insist that they need you, his protective side will most likely always kick in, his features will go blank before he sternly repeats himself.

And, of course, what he’s known for: Jokes. He always seems to know the exact words to say to make you start giggling. He’ll make funny faces, tickle you, and exclaim cringy puns if thats what it takes to see even a small upon your face. Of course, if you're not in the mood at that moment, he’ll hold off till a more appropriate time, but you better expect to be crying laughing at some point before the end of the day.

(I also wrote just a generalized version of Charlie Dalton Comforting The Reader so if you want to read more about the topic of Charlie dalton comforting you, just click those words and it should bring you right to the post 👍)

#charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society #dps #80s #the 80s #gale hansen

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sneakersnacks · 6 months

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Come Back Safe to Me

A/N: Hi everyone its August, I kind of crashed and burned after traveling so much and went through a weird slump. Please enjoy part 4 guys

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You suck in a sharp breath as you jolt up, taking in your surroundings and realizing you were in Ghosts spare bedroom, you've been staying here for a good two months now, almost fully recovered. Sometimes your brain would wander whilst you slept, dreaming of the things you have seen and done. You turn on the side lamp next to you and open the little drawer in the nightstand. Taking out a pill bottle and holding it in your hands, fiddling with the cap. You didn't like taking these but sometimes, the anxiousness was too much for you to deal with on your own.

There was a light tap on your door, you set the pill bottle down being unsuccessful with getting it open, "Yea?" you say and the door opens just a crack.

"Are you alright?" Ghost said through the sliver of door, his face not visible to you. You knew he didn't sleep with his mask on and you guys haven't reached that boundary of you seeing him without it off yet, you didn't mind though.

"I am, I apologize if I woke you up, bad dream ya know?" you heard a hum of agreement come from him. He was about to close the door but you spoke before it was shut, "Can you open this for me? I promise I wont look." you say as you grab the bottle from the side table. He tells you to close your eyes and you do as youre told.

With closed eyes, you hold out the pill bottle toward the doorway. You hear Ghost step inside and approach you cautiously. His presence is comforting, familiar even though you can't see him. You feel a gentle touch as he takes the bottle from your hand.

"Keep your eyes closed," he reminds you softly, his voice carrying a warmth that soothes your nerves. You listen, your breaths slow and deliberate, trying to push away the lingering unease from the nightmare that still lingered in your mind.

The click of the pill bottle being opened resonates in the quiet room. You feel Ghost's fingers deftly undo the cap, the sound reassuring in its simplicity. He places the bottle back in your hand, his touch fleeting yet tender.

"Here you go," Ghost says, and you sense the pill bottle being placed back into your palm. "Take your time."

"Thank you," you murmur gratefully, your trust in him absolute. You wait a moment before opening your eyes, adjusting to the soft glow of the lamp once more. As you look toward the door, Ghost is already slipping out, the door shutting gently behind him.

You take a breath, your fingers tracing the rim of the opened bottle. There's a strange sense of vulnerability mixed with relief in letting someone else assist you in such a personal moment. Ghost's empathy, his quiet understanding, it's something that tugs at your heart in a way you hadn't expected.

You swallow the pill, the familiar bitter taste lingering on your tongue, and you lay back down, allowing the medication to slowly calm your racing thoughts. But as the anxiety begins to ebb away, a different sort of ache lingers—the ache of needing someone to confide in, to share the burdens you carry.

Ghost has been a constant in your life, an enigmatic presence offering support without prying. But there's a distance you can't seem to bridge, an unspoken barrier that both comforts and frustrates you. You wonder what lies behind that mask, what thoughts and emotions hide beneath its surface.

The room remains quiet, save for the soft hum of the lamp. Your thoughts drift, pondering the complexity of emotions swirling within you. There's a growing desire to understand Ghost better, to unravel the mystery that shrouds him. But you also fear disrupting the delicate balance that exists between you two.

-Next Morning-

The smell of coffee filled your nose waking you up from the light sleep that you were able to get. The medicine always made you more groggy in the morning, needing an extra minute or two to put yourself together. You grab your joggers and pull them onto your legs before heading out of the room, going directly into the kitchen and seeing Ghosts back. His compression top fitting him just right, you always wondered what color his hair was, if he had any hair? You get a small smile on your face thinking about Ghost being bald. You walk up to him and prop yourself on the kitchen counter, he is making himself some tea, he pulls another mug out and pours some coffee into it, adding a bit of cream and no sugar, the way you liked it. He was silent in this process, something seemed a bit off.

"Whats wrong?" you ask.

He hands you the mug without meeting your eyes and takes his cup of tea in his hands, his balaclava is rolled up so he could sip on it easily. He grabs his phone out of his pocket with his free hand and scrolls through it for a second before showing me the screen, its a message from Price.

I need you and Crow to come back to base, urgent

It was brief, couldn't afford giving details over text. Ghost spoke now, "I know you are about recovered but I dont like the idea of you going on a mission just yet." You were about to protest before he cut you off, "I have no say in what you do Crow but I swear if you dont come back in one piece I will end you myself."

"I'll be fine, Ghost," You assured him, your voice calm yet determined. "We've been through worse."

He let out a sigh, his demeanor tense as he took a sip of his tea. His balaclava rolled up, revealing only a fraction of his face, but enough to convey the worry etched in his expression.

"You can't control everything," You reminded him gently, knowing well the weight he carried on his shoulders, the need to protect those around him, even if it meant suppressing his own fears.

Ghost's jaw tensed slightly, his gaze fixed on a distant point. "I know," he murmured, the words heavy with unspoken emotions. He took a deep breath, composing himself before meeting my eyes for the first time since the message arrived.

"I'll be right by your side." He says

The gesture touched you, the silent support and willingness to stand by your side despite his reservations. You could feel the depth of his concern, the silent plea in his eyes urging you to be cautious.

"I appreciate that," You replied, offering him a small smile, trying to alleviate some of the worry etched on his features. "But I'll be fine, I promise."

Ghost nodded, a silent agreement passing between us. He understood your need to fulfill the duty we had signed up for, just as he carried his own burdens. There was an unspoken bond forged in these moments, a mutual understanding of the risks we faced and the unyielding determination to see it through together.

As we finished our drinks in the quiet of the kitchen, preparing ourselves mentally for the imminent mission, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Ghost's unwavering support. His silent promise to watch over you resonated deeply, a reassurance that even amidst uncertainty, we would navigate the challenges together.

The urgency of the situation lingered, yet there was an unspoken tension between the both of you as you prepared to head back to the base. Ghost's concern for your safety was evident, his protective instincts on high alert.

As the two of you stood in the kitchen, the weight of the impending mission pressing down, You felt a sudden impulse, a longing to dispel the unease between you, if only for a fleeting moment.

Ghost's gaze was fixed on his phone, contemplating the message from Price, his balaclava still rolled up. Without thinking, you set your mug down and reached out, your fingers lightly grazing his hand, causing him to glance up in surprise.

Your eyes met, a silent understanding passing between the both of you. In that brief moment, You saw a myriad of emotions flicker in his eyes—concern, hesitation, and an underlying vulnerability.

Leaning in slightly, you hesitated for a moment, giving him an opportunity to pull away. But Ghost remained still, his gaze locked with yours, a silent invitation in his eyes.

Closing the gap, you pressed your lips gently against his—a soft, tentative kiss filled with unspoken emotions. It was a fleeting yet meaningful gesture, an attempt to convey the unspoken gratitude, trust, and reassurance that words often failed to express.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as your lips met, a surge of warmth spreading through you. Ghost responded with a hint of surprise, his lips yielding to the gentle touch before he pulled back slightly, his expression a mix of astonishment and a touch of vulnerability.

"I-I'm sorry," You stammered, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood over me. "I just... I wanted to..."

But before you could finish your sentence, Ghost's hand cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a more deliberate kiss this time—a silent affirmation, a reciprocation of the unspoken sentiments that lingered between us.

The kiss was tender, a fragile yet profound connection that spoke volumes. In that moment, the worries about the impending mission, the uncertainties, and the dangers ahead faded into the background, eclipsed by the intimacy of the shared moment.

As you each pulled away, the air between you seemed charged with a newfound closeness. Ghost's eyes held a softness you hadn't seen before, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of our connection.

"Be careful," he whispered, his voice tinged with emotion, a silent plea echoing in his words.

"I will, Ghost" You promised, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude for the unspoken understanding that had blossomed between you two in that simple yet profound exchange.

"Simon." he said. You raised an eyebrow at him, "When its the two of us, its Simon." he states

"Simon." You say with a small voice, a smile upon your lips, you feel him take a deep breath in.

With a shared glance filled with unspoken promises, we readied ourselves for the mission ahead, the memory of that fleeting yet meaningful kiss lingering like a fragile echo in the air, a silent promise of something more waiting to be explored.

#modern warfare #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #call of duty #ghost x reader #Come Back Safe to Me

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xp-n-g · 7 months

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caramelldansen owao wa wao

HELLO! IM CHARLIE! AND THAT IS BOO MY MASCOT AND MAIN CHARACTER IN MY WEBCOMIC ECTOPHASIA! WELCOME TO MY TUMBLR IM GLAD TO HAVE YOU!!!!

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I AM ANTI HARRASSMENT, DO NOT COME TO ME WITH CALLOUTS UNLESS SAID PERSON IS CONTRIBUTING TO REAL WORLD ABUSE!

youll find out more about this in my byf/dni section of my website! https://underscorepng.neocities.org/

I am profiction! which means i dont believe in harrassing other people for the fictional media they consume!

proship / profiction doesnt necessarily mean you you have to indulge in, or even like problematic ships, you can totally have things that ick you out! you can be proship and hate incest and noncon ships, it just means you dont harass or judge others for their personal interests in fictional media! you just dont believe in attacking others in fiction because fiction doesnt necessarily equal reality! thats not to say fiction cant affect reality it certianly can, willpower, self control, therapy, and art are powerful outlets that really do help others from these potentially harmful urges, i use art myself to cope with my own extreme traumas to prevent self injurous behaviors, let people do what they need to do, id prefer drawing a harmful act that acting on impulses! pratice harm reduction in your life and with the people around you < 3

I am also pro-para! meaning i personally believe having a paraphilic attraction doesnt mean youre bad or wrong! i am an anti-contact paraphile myself, (sorry i wont disclose which one >~< mayb in the future but im not comfortable rn) and attraction isnt inherently harmful, it doesnt mean youll suddenly act on said attraction and become an abuser! with that being said pro-contact harmful paras (ex the big 3 not like idk plushos yk) please do not interact!! i am very uncomfortable and my personal moral beliefs contradict your presence, id rather not discuss or interact at all!

you cant get rid of paras, trust me i would if i could, but coping with mine through art and therapy has helped me learn to accept that this IS a part of me, and my online groups have helped me embrace who i truly am and not feel as ashamed or alone in my struggle, if you have any para or proship related questions hmu idm!

I am also radical incluse and do not believe any identity is inherently harmful, embrace all identities wether you understand it or not! i support all types of people from differet backgrounds, religions, ethnicities, races, sexualities, just all types of identities, and anyone who chooses love before hate! this does not mean i allow bigots, racists, or excluse on any of my accounts, i have no room for abusive or harmful behavior! if you spread hate you are the exception, reflect your personal values before deciding to interact with me.

if you read through all of my heartfelt acceptance journey an still cant resist send me hate, death threats, and bile, then do so in my ask box! (still no minors please.)

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its not fully finished but i love my website so much and i hope you all do too :3333 tysm see yaaaaaaa

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a-lonely-dunedain · 2 months

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Ethedis for the LOTRO ask game?

(for this ask game where you send in one of my OCs, and I give you a synopsis of what it would look like if they were the main NPC in a tutorial quest)

o hmm, I think there's a way I could be a little mean about this heheh

so I think that I mentioned at some point that before the elf intro, Ethedis had actually befriended Amdir. I haven't fleshed out all that much of it up until now, but I'm thinking this could be a short adventure with Ethedis and Amdir where you could see them being besties (before The Horrors)

this will probably just have to be one instance, as it would flow best into the Elf or Human starting zones and we don't need to stack two entire intro questlines on top of each other lol

(under the cut bc How Did This Get So Long??)

I think it actually starts in Rivendell, with the Player Character (probably an elf/human only intro) preparing to leave on the expedition to Ered Luin, at which point you are introduced to Elrond's excited young apprentice Ethedis, and the Ranger Amdir who is going to tag along for part of the trip but plans to part ways in Bree.

Fast travel to somewhere in the wilderness of the Trollshaws, you Ethedis and Amdir are a little ways ahead of the group to make sure the road is clear. Surprise! wood-trolls! combat tutorial! After the fight Ethedis will remark that it was the first time she's actually had to put her combat training to the test against a real foe, which surprises Amdir, who says that he wouldn't have guessed it was her first real fight. One of them might ask the player character about their combat experience, which would allow you to pick from a few different responses (always a fun roleplay option and tbh I wish they would use it in more quests). I think if the PC says they're also inexperienced Amdir will mention that he's very glad you're both catching on quickly and didn't get hurt (bc he would not have fun explaining how he let two newbies get injured on his watch, and would feel very bad. classic protective Ranger moment)

Fast travel again to somewhere in the Lone Lands, you all are camped near Weathertop. Ethedis is talking about the history of the area (it sounds like she's been talking about this for a while now), and overall seems very excited to be here and see this historical site in person. Amdir smiles and says he's glad that she's interested in Dunedain history, as it brings him comfort to know that others still wish to keep his people's history alive. Your character might be prompted to give an opinion on Ethedis' loredump, either saying they found it boring (which Ethedis will simply laugh off and say that's probably why she's not a minstrel, but Amdir will just glare at you) or say it was interesting (which will prompt both her and Amdir to loredump even more)

Once you make it to Breeland, somewhere in South Chetwood, Amdir says that he must part ways here. Ethedis says she's sad to see him go but hopes to meet him again once the expedition to Ered Luin is done, and Amdir will tell her that he looks forward to it if such a meeting can be arranged, but tells you both to be careful in your travels (vaguely alluding to a growing danger in Breeland.

Then you can have two different outcomes depending on your race:

If you're a human, you part ways with the Ered Luin expedition at the same time as Amdir. He will bid you farewell and safe travels, and says that he has urgent business to attend to before disappearing into the woods without further explanation (as Rangers are wont to do). Your quest objective tells you to head to Bree-Town, but after you've been heading in that direction for a while you run into a large group of Brigands and get knocked on the head. Wake up in the Blackwold jail, human intro progresses mostly as normal from that point onward (but without the combat tutorial) although Amdir's quest dialogue would be different. If we want to get really mean, maybe one of the last things he says to you as himself is something along the lines of "I fear... I will not make it to see our friend again... tell... tell her that I tried"

If you're an elf, shortly after Amdir departs Ethedis will offer to explain to you the history of Edhelion as it was told to her by her mother before she left for the Havens. Then you get the old elf intro instance but cut down a bit and framed as a flashback, there will also be an elf woman there with a vaguely familiar face holding a baby in her arms (it's never explicitly stated, but that's Ethedis' mom and baby Ethedis), she will be there when Ethedis' dad Talagan brings down the library and she collapse to her knees in a sobbing heap when it happens. No one draws attention to her but she's still There. Anyway after that you arrive in Ered Luin, quests progress as normal but Ethedis is along for the ride. Like when you go to talk to the survivors of Edhelion, Ethedis will be in the ruins with some quest comments ("Even after all this time, I can sense the sorrow in this place..." "The land remembers it like it was yesterday, and I understand now why we still leave it abandoned" and "I think this may have been my parent's house. And to think, we all could have lived here together..."), she's also going to have Opinions about the Dourhand's borderline-worship of Skorgrim lol

After everything in Thorin's Hall is over with, she will disappear for a little bit but rejoin the story during the united elf/dwarf assault on Rath Tarag. When she hears that you're planning to go to Bree next, she will ask you to try to find Amdir and see how he's doing (surely you'll only have good news! surely!)

Later on you might run into Ethedis in Rivendell, and she'll have a short quest for you, talking about missing your fallen friend but finding comfort in your shared memories of him (very similar in tone to Gorwen's quest in Thornhad after finishing Before the Shadow) Amdir was the first mortal friend she knew, and she didn't realize how much this loss would sting. Overall it's a bittersweet reunion.

(man I really saw Ethedis and was like "the elf into didn't give her enough trauma. she's connected to the human one too!" someone please make me Give Her A Break)

#ty for the ask friend!#idk why this took so long lol #but! that was the last one!#ask games #lotro #Amdir #lotro oc #Ethedis

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cyberdragoninfinity · 7 months

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Oh I think I saw the post u meam and (u can delete/ignore this is its too far from the point and shit) the "The only yusei I like is a depressed one" is so. Idk? Harsh? Hes allowed to ve happy and still be written well, he doesnt need to be shoved onto other peoples sins when the series already has him doing that. He can have an implied decently peaceful life until death. Sometimes! You do so much and oull so much weight that you become something intangible and divine to someone whos never met but still thinks of u! And sometimes its one guy and sometimes its them and the last remnants of the human race out of a desperate love for both!

Idk, just let yusei be like, not suffering 24/7, they forbid him from even entering the WGRP for fun bc ig thats bad to so many characters, let him have a scrap

YEAH. YEAH. god ive been thinkin about this all day, this is so good anon you get it you're Logged In you see the Intent of it all...

again like. if the 'z-one isnt yusei' thing isnt someone's favorite narrative choice, whatever, thats your journey, but every time i see this "well he was ACTUALLY supposed to be yusei from the future for real!!!!" rumormongering i want to groan into my hands, it just feels like this desperate grasping at straws because they really wanted Sick and Twisted Evil Yusei Real and then when that didn't happen they had to make up some grand production conspiracy instead of just taking the "welp, cant win 'em all" with this one and acknowledging that's just not the story the 5D's writers wanted to tell.

i LIKE a good protagonist corruption/evil!protag AU, they're really fun, but you're so right, this sort of Insistence I see when people are like "no, it was GOING to be true, z-one WAS dark and depressed and hopeless future yusei," i just cant wrap my head around it. there's just this sort of miserable harshness to it that i'm not personally very into. (in general i cant really vibe with this idea of "i need my favorite character to constantly be suffering." just really not my thing, ESPECIALLY WITH YUGIOH CHARACTERS??) (also. like. we already did have that. with jaden. and honestly yuma also is fucking Suffering too. it's cool seeing a different spin on things. idfk!!)

i just want to like. grab people really gungho about this thing by the shoulders and ask "why do you want a Yusei who willfully betrays and gets his friends killed SO BADLY? why do you want to see a Yusei who hurts people THIS much?" I feel like it would have just been so jarring and unearned. it doesn't feel like Yusei even in his darkest hours (which imo is part of why Z-one is such an interesting character to me--the concept of someone who thinks if they can wear a fabled hero like a pelt, if he can Become them, then that will fix everything, then They can fix everything. that's so fascinating and fucked up to me!!!! i love thinking about it!!!)

this idea that in the far future Yusei's become this sort of folk hero, this "something intangible and divine" like you said, just from saving the world and doing good and helping people, that's just SO neat and has so much merit and is worth discussing!! and it's unfortunate that you have a Not Insignificant amount of people who just wont even consider the potential narrative weight in it, who are so sore Their Trope of Choice wasn't canon theyre out here weaving madeup production stories to back up their personal disappointment. just. idk. you can give the 5D's writers a lot of rightful flak for stuff in s2, but i do very much think there was great intent from the beginning to have z-one be Just Some Guy who's rotting in a body that isnt his own, and to have him reflect yusei in ways without Actually Just Being Him.

#ygo posting #asks #anonymous #anyway ty for the message this is good stuff i could talk about it a LOT #dana's ygo bible study #<--puttin this in my meta analysis tab cuz it's GOOD.#idk! folks can have their own opinions on it but for me personally i love that they didnt go with whats imo kind of. the obvious plot choic #to me there is merit even in a story that didnt go the way you thought it would invoke the narrative just you wanted. SHRUGS. AGAIN

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'i dont think Ares physically abuses his kids, mostly because i dont think he is present enough in any of his kids' lives to find a fucked up "reason" to hit them (i would not be surprised if the flinch and whatnot was from a sparring match gone too rough the last time they met tho)' Ares as that 'coach' dad who realizes their kid's failing at something and makes them do it over and over again while yelling until they 'finally get it right' makes a lot of sense.

The dad who's not abusive he's helping his kid succeed, he's teaching them what they need to know in this world, doing his job to train them up right.

Even if he's had them running wind sprints til they throw up because they lost a foot race to one of the unclaimed demigods.

this ask is referencing this post

lmao close, but that would imply that he was present in his kids' lives, which he wasnt (also, what youre describing is abuse. that is considered an abusive practice for coaches/drill sergeants/whatnot to do, that is considered an abusive punishment. its just also not Ares hitting his own kids, which i understand is what you meant, no worries lmao) but i do think you have the right idea! like Book!Ares would probably be upset about losing "battles" he percieves as important enough that a child of his losing would be considered a slight against him personally. my intent had been to imply "something affectionate of Book!Ares, like a friendly spar, probably would not have felt friendly". bc i dont think Ares would have let his kids win or gone easy on them (which can be a good thing and a bad thing. his kids are at constant risk of death through virtue of just... being a demigod, so giving them false confidence is bad. but also tearing their confidence apart would also be bad. i think for this Ares, the idea of letting his kids win would hurt his pride so he wont allow it. which makes it a lose-lose no matter what. i mean. this is the guy willing to fully square up against 12 year-old Percy Jackson afterall. again, age and relationship dynamics dont mean much to Book!Ares at any rate)

if i could have my own ideal Ares depiction in a book series, he'd be a good dad, at least a decent one. for reasons that would be a huge tangent for me to get into rn. but, alas, i did not write "Percy Jackson". so, we have what we have in Book!Ares and we will have what we have with Show!Ares. which, again, i do think is fine. all the gods have to be p shit people/parents in order for Kronos to convince so many kids (claimed and unclaimed) to come to his side, like they have to be inattentive if nothing else (which is why i resent a bit that Apollo is being backpedaled into a good dad. like. nah, Dionysus makes sense to make into a good/decent dad due to his exile demanding he be present in his kids' lives; and the Big Three, primarily Hades and Poseidon, being attentive makes sense because they barely have any kids these days; and the minor gods being good parents now thay they can openly claim their kids without fear of consequences for themselves/said kids also makes sense. but the remaining gods of the main 12 (so 12 minus the Big Three minus Hera, minus Aretmis = 7 remaining gods) have to ALL not be good in order to perptuate that whole toxic mindset of "glory = godly parental attention". i could understand the godly parents becoming better parents if they were in similar situations as Dionysus, like if Percy forced the gods to be more present in their kids' lives. which would, as i assume, change their personalities some as, like with the whole "our personalities change because we moved from Greece to the USA" enviromental bit would also imply the people they surround themselves with change who they are

(tho. uh. Greece was very famously bad to women. like. it legitimately sucked to be a woman in Ancient Greece, with the exception of MAYBE Sparta. theres a reason why people joke "yeah, the Ancient Greeks were cool with gay sex, not bc they were progressive, but bc they hated women that much". like their politics didnt allow women v many rights, if any, the most rights given being to women in Sparta but still. also they had a fucked up idea of "love" as a type of "uncontrollable insanity", it was legitimately described like an illness, which in retrospect explains all the SA in their legends (tho i am glad we do have some healthy depictions of love here and there). so. toxic masculinity did definitely exist there. i could talk ad nauseam about the debatability of how much toxic masculinity was in Greece and how much is it us projecting tho. think of Dr Emily Wilson. anyway, i digress. my point here has been "toxic masculinity/sexism existed there in sizable amounts, why should it change Ares so much now that he's in the USA"? to which the answer is: Riordan was an English teacher who was a hobbyist of Ancient Greek lore that went with what was in the public's pop culture osmosis knowledge of Ares at the time. its very recently that we have begun to question if that osmosis was correct. anyway.)

so, in the sense that who they are around will apparently change their personality: being consistently around their kids who just want good parents could force the godly parents to become good parents? its a stretch but i would accept it, personally, for the cathartsis wish-fulfillment of kids in shitty situations getting at least one good parent. which, many kids dont get to have at least one good parent (much less two or more good parents). think "Turning Red" and how it reflects a realistic mother/daughter dynamic that is unhealthy but morphs into a moment of reconciliation and cathartsis; giving us an example to strive for on what is healthy/how you should be treated and look up to for both child and parent's references. lots of kids will never get to have what Mei did, but it is so nice to feel that cathartic wish-fulfillment. and i would be so down for same that kind of cathartic wish-fulfillment to happen in "Percy Jackson" with its godly parents to the point that i truly would not mind that aforementioned stretch of logic it would take to get there. alas. (but that doesnt happen sO, RIORDAN, STOP BACKPEDALING AND TRYING TO MAKE APOLLO A LOVING FATHER, HE'S ONE OF THE SEVEN GODS THAT HAVE TO BE P SHITTY AND APOLLO WAS NOT INITIALLY INTRODUCED AS A VERY GREAT FATHER ANYWAY. but i digress). so i can accept Ares having to be a bad dad in order for the plot/war to make sense, in order to have representation that abused kids can grow/be happy in spite of their trauma, in order to show the problems with toxic masculinity in a father figure as well as shining a light on "hey, this is so prevelant in America that it became part of at least one of the gods' personalities", and so on. but i do want to make it clear that i dont like it. but one of the first things drilled into me in college-level English critiques is "it's not about what YOU would do if this was your story, its about the story in front of you and what the author wanted to achieve. have your criticisms be based on that, not on something that wasn't going to happen". so like, for Riordan's purposes? making each of those 7 godly parents bad parents in a different way is good writing that makes sense for his plot to work, and Ares being a bad godly parent in a rough and tough way makes sense. like, Athena is patronizing and thinks she is always right, meaning she doesn't listen to her kids. Aphrodite is emotionally manipulative to the point of being abusive and scary to her kids. and Hermes is so busy that he can't really be present for his kids, no matter what he feels personally, and then additionally feels like he is not allowed to interact with them directly when he does have free time. and Dionysus, the most present parent due to his exile, is shitty to all his kids' camp-friends by proxy, at minimum, which is very alienating if nothing else (again, we dont get to directly see him parent at all so far into the series that ive read. so idk how else he is a bad parent. probably is overprotective after having buried so many of his own kids this whole time? who knows). all of them are/have to be bad parents in their own ways (again, for the plot to work if nothing else) and it makes sense of Ares to be bad in THIS way

but yeah! that was just a very long-winded way of saying "if Book!Ares was more present to care about smaller things like foot-races or if this was something he cared about that was bigger than a regular foot-race, then yeah! youre right, he would be like that. because he kind of has to be". im just waffling about Ares' characterization bc i do agree with you but i just also wish Book!Ares didnt HAVE to be this way in order for the plot to work (and i am mentally slapping Riordan's hand anytime he tries to backpedal on what i distinctly remember as his original characterization of Apollo in the first series. bc if those 7 gods all have be different types of bad parents for the war plotline to work, then Apollo does not get special treatment to get to retroactively have been a good dad the whole time afterall). i am not excited to see show!Ares, but i am excited the whole thing about "Clarisse will never be enough because she is not his son" thing implies Clarisse will be on-screen more. and, again, i do super respect the decision to do this to Book!Ares' character. the representation aspect of a child of fatherly abuse still being able to grow/find happiness is also important (tho im personally just not excited to see as the "abuse" part of the representation as someone who is a child of fatherly abuse. but i will admit it is important! and it is good representation to have!)

and i do just LOVE Clarisse and will gobble up any crumbs of her im given. i really hope the show gives her (and Chris too! bc that is her future boyfriend lol) more screentime ♡

but yeah, to circle back, youre right on your chatacterization of him! and im glad you like how i understand and interpret Book!Ares to be like ♡♡♡ thanks for the Ask ♡

#percy jackson show #pjo ares #ares pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #i will never ever stay fully on topic. i am a babbler. such is my curse. i tried tho lmao

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sillyf1blog · 2 months

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F1 preseason testing review

With fp1 starting tomro, I thought I should do a little review of what the pecking order of the grid appears to potentially be after preseason testing :3

As is usual with testing don’t take this too seriously and be ready for a fat wall of text

Red Bull

As expected it appears that the usual suspect is first in the pecking order again (Red Bull nyot mr popo). Adrian Newey has once again cooked up a Frankenstein's monster of a car, seeming to take some ideas from Mercedes whilst mixing it their own in some places.

Whilst they didn’t actually set the fastest time in testing, when compared to lap times set on similar compounds they do appear to be the fastest. And when maxes reaction to driving the car is:

You should probably be a bit worried if your nyot a max fan

Ferrari

Italy’s national team seems to be pretty damn quick, and the closest to Red Bull with them topping both the second and third day with the fastest time overall. They seem to have fixed their problems with tyre deg and drivability, so their race pace should be much stronger than it was last year. This means that Leclerc's crazy quali pace can be properly benefited from. I doubt they will can fight Red Bull for the title but most likely on a race by race basis instead.

Mercedes

Mercedes have made drastic changes to their car this year, and they seem to be working to an extent, lap time wise they are easily the 3rd fastest at the moment, and might nyot be too far behind Ferrari (who they would defo like to beat to stick it to Lewis). Mercs most likely issue this year could be if their car is too radical, as they made some interesting decisions design wise (which considering Red Bull took ideas from them, means that the big concept change might nyot have been needed)

McLaren

Well it’s better than last year at least. The Sisyphean task of McLaren trying to get to front has once again stalled slightly as they have seemingly fell a bit back from Ferrari and merc. However McLaren have some mystical ability to drastically improve their car after the first few races, and considering how far they moved up in 2023 they could potentially worth upgrades properly match Red Bulls pace. The source of their problems right nyow could be that unlike Ferrari and Mercedes, they didn’t make any huge changes which means they might have just fell behind a bit.

Aston Martin

Aston Martin seem to mostly be consolidating their place in the top half of the grid this year, pace wise they seem to be just behind mclaren, but in some runs Alonso did they could be just ahead of them aswell. They prolly won’t be a big focus this year, they will prolly just be a consistent points scorer and occasionally pop up on the podium every now and then.

Team ugly ass name could be a quite a surprise potentially, I’d pre season testing is anything to go off of, they have improved on their late 23 pace and are firmly middle of the pack, just behind the top 5 and ahead of the bottom 4. And they don’t just appear to be copying Red Bull, as their car is mostly an evolution of last years with just some new Red Bull parts added on. This year might really allow Daniel and yuki to really show how good they are as both will be fighting for that second Red Bull seat.

Williams

similar to aston they seem to have just stayed put this year, this will most likely be a year of just trying to solidify their position from last year again this year and then work from there. most of the news from this team will be about if logan stays or not and if they can get Alex to resign for them as well, other than that there probably wont be much coming out of these guys.

Alpine

Alpine in pre season testing looked... interesting, lets say that

im not really gonna talk about them here, this post is long enough as it it is, so i will make a post specifically for alpine as i have a lot to say, to make it short here, they could be one of the slowest teams on the grid. but that's based on testing, so we will see what comes from it.

Sauber

Sauber does seem to be a bit quicker this year, and the car seems a lot more understood by the team and more drivable. i imagine the year is going to be spent mostly just trying to make whatever gains possible and try to prepare for Audis full take over of the team. however there could be some interesting decisions driver wise, Bottas and Zhou are generally considered some of the most at risk drivers, as a seat at Sauber is quite valuable as it will become a full works team eventually, so it could be likely that some more high profile drivers like Carlos or Nico could move to the team as has been rumored

Haas

as i think most people expected Haas was at the back, the team is in a bit of an uncertain position, with long time leader Steiner given the boot by gene. Ayao Komatsu spent most of the off season after getting the promotion doomer posting about how haas might not be fully ready for pre season testing and that they dont fully understand the tyre deg issues yet as they spent the entire test doing long runs to try and fix it

it also doesn't help that with the way things are going currently their main driver Hulkenberg wants out. i fully expect that Haas will finish last this year, and this is all coming off the back of news that Andretti was rejected by f1 over fears they "wont be competitive", when they let a team like Haas clown around the place at the back of the grid.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1blr #formula one #mclaren #motorsports #formula1 #mercedes #ferrari #red bull racing #vcarb #racing bulls #sauber #alpine f1 #alpine #williams racing #aston martin

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Flight or Fancy

A/N: This story was written for the April prompt of the @hp-12monthsofmagic challenge. Ethel Hexley and Madam Khanna (in mention) belong to @the-al-chemist, Lysander Mercury to @slytherindisaster, Ema McGilliguddy (in mention) and Professor MacMillan to @kc-and-co

It had all started very harmlessly, really.

Like most of their peers, Selene and Ethel had spent their afternoon in the library, preparing for their end-of-year exams. They had worked hard on their studies, so that after several hours of revising Transfiguration laws, incantations, and Potion recipes, Ethel had suggested they take the well-deserved break they were obviously due.

To give their plagued minds some respite, the two aspiring young witches had found their way to the poetry section of the library and were soon immersed in their favourite works. Their vigour renewed, they carried their pickings back to their table, reciting poignant passages back to one another as they went.

Ethel was of the strong opinion that poetry wasn’t something to be merely read - it was something to be experienced. So when a particularly riveting stanza gripped her, she and Selene climbed upon the long table running between the bookshelves, marching back and forth with books in hand and calling their partly bewildered, partly resigned-looking fellow students to rise in the fight against oppression and tyranny.

Madam Khanna, the librarian, evidently didn’t share their enthusiasm.

Some angry remarks, an outraged discussion, and two temporary library bans later, Ethel and Selene had found themselves equipped with weekly detention until the end of term, which was exactly where the two of them were currently spending their time.

With the impending exams, the temper in the student body had run high lately, so the classroom where detention was held was fuller than usual. Sighing, Ethel looked gloomily at the half-filled parchment in front of her.

‘I shalt not recite poetry whilst marching upon furniture. I shalt not call my peers to revolution. I shalt not call any member of the staff an operative of an oppressive system,’ stood there in neat lines, just as it did on the stack of parchment next to her. Ethel snorted to herself. As if she had done anything condemnable. What harm had she done, even? Wasn’t it the point of school to equip themselves with the means to scrutinise established truths? They really should make up their minds about this and not let her suffer the effects of their inconsistencies.

Looking up, she caught the eye of Selene, who had been several tables away from Ethel. They had shared a seat in the beginning, like they were wont to do, but Professor Ronen, the Charms teacher overseeing their detention, had soon put a stop to that and created as much space between the two friends as the room would allow; another thing Ethel thought simply outrageous.

The busy scratching of quills on parchment was broken when the door to the classroom swung open, and Professor Hecat, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, poked her head inside. Professor Ronen immediately rose from his seat to meet her. A few subdued words were passed between them, then Ronen turned and pointed at Selene and a girl with light brown hair, big eyes, and emerald green robes.

“Misses Fraser and McGilliguddy, you are to help Professor Hecat prepare her lessons. You are dismissed.”

Giving Ethel an apologetic look, Selene gathered up her things and followed Ema McGilliguddy and Professor Hecat from the room. Ethel watched after them with dismay. She and Selene had wanted to head for the Quidditch pitch for some broom racing after detention, but helping the old witch would take forever.

Her plans for the rest of the day thwarted for good, Ethel quietly huffed, dipping her quill into her inkwell with more force than strictly necessary. Everything about this was so entirely unfair.

“Hexley.”

Ethel stiffened. Just what she needed right now.

“Hexley.”

Ethel gritted her teeth, stubbornly adding another line to her steadily filling page.

“Hey, Hexley!”

“I can’t hear you, Lysander,” she muttered, the slight lilt to her voice doing nothing to mask her annoyance.

“With those ears of yours? Improbable.”

“What do you want?” Ethel growled, turning sharply in her seat to glower at the grinning boy behind her. Before Lysander Mercury could reply, however, the sound of Professor Ronen clearing his throat echoed through the classroom.

“Does there seem to be a problem, Miss Hexley?”

“No, Professor,” Ethel said, glaring at Lysander one last time before turning in her seat again. “Everything’s in perfect order.”

Giving her a warning look, Professor Ronen turned back to his exam papers.

“As subtle as an Erumpent in a china shop,” Lysander’s amused snicker reached Ethel’s ear a moment later. “And about as elegant.”

“And about as effective at crushing you. Care to let me try?”

“You’d have to catch me first. They do say I’m quite swift.”

“What the mind lacks…”

“Enough to beat you on the pitch, though.”

“Sure, by cheating.”

“Not what the referee said.”

“Oh, go stick a quill up your nose.”

“How witty.”

“I’m done having this conversation,” Ethel declared, making to turn back around. She stopped when Lysander leaned across his table toward her.

“You don’t want to know my secret, then?”

“Is it about how to grow yourself a brain?”

“Why, are you in need of one?”

Ethel rolled her eyes. “Just tell me already and let me enjoy my detention in peace.”

Smirking, Lysander leaned back in his seat.

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to tell you anymore.”

Ethel opened her mouth in outrage. “You cannot be serious.”

“I can assure you that I am.”

“Then I, in turn, can assure you that I do not care,” Ethel answered stuffily, returning her attention to her parchment. She paused, turning back to Lysander a moment later.

“You know it’s incredibly impolite to vex me so.”

“So you do care.”

“That’s not what I said at all.”

“Yes, it absolutely is.”

Lysander’s grin was wiped off his face when Ethel drew her wand and pointed it at his inkwell. It rose above the drawing Lysander had been working on instead of doing lines, slowly tipping to the side.

“You don’t want to do that, Hexley.”

“I most certainly do.”

Ethel could see the cogs turning in Lysander’s probably rather dusty brain as he attempted to take her measure. Having come to a conclusion, he leaned in and conspiratorially whispered:

“Fine, I’ll tell you. I know how to get out of here.”

Ethel stared. “How?”

Lysander looked like a Kneazle before a bowl of cream. “You’d like to know that, wouldn’t you?”

“Evidently. Your idiotic plans never fail to amuse me.”

“It’s not idiotic, it’s infallible.”

“Naturally.”

“So, do you want to know or not?”

Ethel felt like a headache was coming. “I do.”

A self-contented sigh left Lysander’s lips. “What do I get for telling you?”

The inkwell floated a little higher. “Not this against your forehead.”

“Not a very appealing offer.”

“Because it wasn’t an offer. Tell me now, or leave me alone.”

“Very well.” His eyes - today of a distinct turquoise colour - sparkled as he leaned a little closer. “Do what you do best - watch me.”

Wiggling his eyebrows, Lysander drew his wand and pointed it at the teacher’s desk. His lips moving in a silent incantation, the stacks of paperwork on Professor Ronen’s desk exploded up towards the ceiling, dancing in a vortex around him on their way down.

The classroom erupted in laughter, and even Ethel couldn’t help but bite back a chuckle at the sight of the red-cheeked professor trying to snatch his elusive exam papers from the air. When she turned in her seat to say something to Lysander, however, she found that he had disappeared.

Her brows drew together in a frown. It was just like Lysander to promise her a way out and then leave her behind without so much as a word. Much to her astonishment, there was a small but distinct sting of something that felt almost like disappointment.

Just as Professor Ronen had gathered his scrolls of parchment and righted his hat, the classroom door opened once more. This time, the red-haired head of Professor MacMillan, one of the Herbology teachers and head of Ravenclaw House, appeared in the doorway.

“Abraham, I will need to abduct Miss Hexley,” the teacher smiled good-heartedly. “There appear to be some pests in Greenhouse Two. They are making the worst clamour with my pots. I need Miss Hexley’s excellent hearing abilities to identify their whereabouts.”

Where Ethel had been astounded to hear Professor MacMillan request her assistance before, she now bit down on her lip hard. She stiffly rose from her seat, handed her parchment to Professor Ronen and stalked from the room.

“A pest problem, really?” she snorted as soon as the door had closed behind her.

Professor MacMillan, whose eyes had begun turning from greyish-blue to turquoise again, grinned.

“It’s intense. I swear, their presence seems to have intensified this very second.”

Ethel took a deep breath. “I will have you know that -”

She came no further because, from within the classroom, an angry cry could be heard.

“Hexley! Mercury!”

Lysander, whose once more fair hair still carried streaks of red, swallowed.

“Uh oh,” he said, laughing as he ducked his head. “Time to go, Hexley.”

Before Ethel could object, Lysander grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her behind him and away from the classroom door in which Professor Ronen had appeared. Ethel didn’t hear what he was calling after them anymore, her ears filled with the pounding of hers and Lysander’s steps on the ancient flagstone floor.

It took them about the time they needed to round two corners before their flight turned into a race. Ethel and Lysander were almost of a height, and Ethel glanced at him only briefly as she sped up to overtake him. Lysander did the same, trying to push her to the side as they skirted around corners and almost jumped down steps and stairs in vast, uncontrolled strides.

Soon, both of them were breathing heavily, and by the time they reached a spiral staircase that led both down into the dungeons and up in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, parts of Ethel’s hair had come undone, and Lysander’s cheeks were flushed a vivid red.

“You… lost… Hexley,” he panted, supporting his weight on his legs with his hands. The way he smirked at her through the strands of hair that had fallen into his face made Ethel jut her chin forward, even though her sides were stinging so badly she could hardly stand.

“You know what… they say… Mercury,” she said between two gulps of aid. “The last… shall be… first.”

“At least that way… you’ll win at least… this once.”

Ethel pushed herself off the wall she had been resting against, smoothing down the skirt of her uniform and glaring at Lysander. They stared at each other for a moment, neither of them so much as blinking. Then, Lysander ran a hand over his tousled hair before holding it out to Ethel.

“Well, that was fun.”

Ethel looked at his outstretched hand with a mixture of wariness and disgust.

“It absolutely wasn’t.”

“Just say ‘thank you’. It’s not that hard.”

“For what?” said Ethel stubbornly. “For dragging me around the castle without my consent?”

Lysander narrowed his eyes. “You’re insufferable, Hexley.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Just so you’re aware - me helping you, that was a one-off.”

“It’d better was.”

Shrugging, Lysander turned to go. As he set foot onto the steps leading into the bowels of the castle, he looked over his shoulder.

“So, until next time?”

Rolling her eyes, Ethel turned in the opposite direction and stomped away. She was almost out of sight when she paused and looked back at Lysander, who stood exactly where she had left him.

“Until next time.”

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #ethel hexley #lysander mercury #selene fraser #hp12mom #twelve months of magic #a little ethelys gift for two very dear friends and incredible people 💛❤️

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Hi Mark! Absolutely fine if you don't wanna answer because I know you're a big fan - so am I, technically - but you're the first person I felt like going to with this. Again, no need to turn this into discourse, though, if you're not comfortable with the topic. It's about this anon information about Carmen and brands she promotes:

https://www.tumblr.com/wejustvibing/735261797962203136/i-think-tommy-attempting-to-do-something-with

And I was wondering if you know which ones are meant/if you think she is (should) be aware of that? Again, only if you want to comment. This stuff is important to me, so I'll guess I'll look into it too, but I like your straightforward opinions. I don't know how articulate better. Don't feel pressured to answer, however!

Hi anon, first of all I just want to say I’m genuinely thankful as to how you phrased this ask, it’s incredibly polite and i really appreciate that. Sometimes I get asks that feel a bit like a demand and those end up being the ones I avoid. You’ve been super respectful here and that means a lot. I’m not looking to start a discourse here either and I wont engage with it, but I figured I’d answer to say what I thought and leave it at that. Everyone is entitled to draw their own lines on this kind of thing, and they may be different to mine.

I think I have to split this answer into a couple small clusters and add a starting disclaimer

I don’t say this to defend her or whatever, but the original anon in that post is already coming in with a set feeling, and their language reflects that. Carmen isn’t a full time influencer, she very much has a job of her own and literally just finished a charity ride from London to Paris with them. Say what you want about the nature of her job in finance, or her position in the paddock, (plus jobs should not be used as a reflection of worth and respect), but she has one. I’m guessing the anon may not mean that and might be referencing past posts, but I don’t follow op so I don’t know.

Additionally, the op of that post, as far as I’m aware, is no longer a George fan, if they ever considered themselves one. So if you’re taking info from their posts and anons about George, it’s unlikely to be framed in the best light. Op is very much allowed to do that, you wouldn’t come to me for unbiased info on Max Verstappen and Kelly piquet would you? Of course not, I’m set in my feelings and I’m not gonna answer asks praising him, but I might share stuff pointing out crummy things he does because it reinforces my feelings. That’s just how tumblr works, I’m not saying it as any kind of insult or accusation, it is LITERALLY how we all blog post.

What I’m trying to say is while there and elements of truth in that post it’s… the way it’s conveyed is a bit twisted by the anon, and even op is pointing that out. If she has pull, they’ll keep sponsoring her.

Yes, Carmen does a lot of sponsor work… as does George, every time he steps into the paddock. As does LEWIS when he chooses what he dresses in. We often write off drivers sponsor work because we see it as a side obligation of their jobs, like how just today we had new Petronas photos of George and Lewis at their campuses/worksites. Much as we all, really want to ignore it bc it’s not fun to think about, Petronas is an oil and natural gas company, that wants you to think it’s green so bad. Every single person in the paddock has moments they choose money over ethics, even if it’s for a greater good eventually, it is what they do.

I don’t know specifically which brands the original anon is referencing when they mention homophobia and autism eugenics, but the note about Israel is probably linked to DIOR. While I firmly believe in following the BDS boycott, we just aren’t going to see these people do that. And comparably it’s a non starter when Lewis and George are walking around in puma Brand race suits and sport clothing, and Lewis wears Dior himself. What I’m saying is while I think they shouldn’t be wearing it, they’re on a level ground. I tried to do a little research on the recent stuff she’s been promoting, and came up without much result, BUT I’m so painfully not aware of the fashion scene. As my friends are deeply aware, and laugh at me for.

Could she stop wearing these things? Absolutely, and she should. She should also educate herself on these topics. But what I think should happen, and what I expect are two different things in the world of sport and influence. She’s not a driver, but she is almost certainly looking to expand into some level of fashion and model work alongside her job, because it’s something she enjoys. In the same way Lewis worked hard to build his brand and reputation with fashion houses who fight to clothe him now, she’s making connections for herself while working remotely as she travels with George. What she’s doing is no different than what the drivers do for themselves, the change is that we are not privy watch her do her job (can you imagine if there was an entertainment market for watching accountants lmao)

I think sometimes there’s a tendency in fandom to needle the partner people of the paddock for things we shake off their partners doing without blinking. It’s fine for Lewis and George to wear puma it’s their sponsor they probably aren’t thinking about that - but if George’s partner wears a famous brand like Dior, she should know better. Lewis and george promoted ftx, a now notoriously bankrupt crypto investment scene, and we just all went “well that sucks but they’re in a bubble of a different world, so we’ll ignore it”. While, it’s unlikely that Carmen is actively choosing to ignore these problems, she exists in that bubble with George, where they’re comfortable to only toe into charity and betterment when they feel like It isn’t interrupting their day. Lewis said it himself recently, he’s on the road so much he ends up unable to catch up with it all, if even someone as equality conscious as Lewis struggles to stay up to date, someone who isn’t minded like that probably doesn’t even notice (again, im not saying thats a good thing, it isnt, but it is the reality of it)

I’m also not surprised Tommy is clothing her, nor should any of us be. If Lewis had a committed partner who visited the track, Tommy would likely be reaching out to her too- Carmen gives them a chance to showcase their feminine clothing lines that they wouldn’t otherwise be able to do in the way they use Lewis and George. As much as we all want George and Lewis to rock up in a dress and blouse, it ain’t happening. By paying Carmen to show up in their clothes alongside George, they get to show another half of the market what they might be interested in, if they aren’t going to buy the masc clothes George and Lewis wear. If they could get Susie Wolff to do it too they probably would, the difference is that Carmen is only there for George, Susie has an independent job to do and showing up in sponsored clothing would undercut that message. Tommy aren’t favouring George by clothing Carmen, they’re just trying to buy more influence. YOU are allowed to not be comfortable with that, but there’s not an ulterior motive to it either.

I spose the summary of this post is that accepting the reality of something doesn’t mean you’re okay with it, it just means you don’t lose energy over a likely outcome. In essence this what I do with Carmen. I treat her much like the drivers, held accountable but with a certain realism to it, and I don’t judge her more harshly than them, cause thats a brand of sexism I see a lot online- the drivers are babies just trying to go vroom but their partners should know better- grow the hell up.

I don’t like when Lewis and George represent crypto, or AI, or oil based companies- but in a sport like F1 they are going to do that. A lot. And instead of letting those instances demoralise me, I ignore them and try to refuse to give them the marketing they are paying for, while instead promoting and encouraging when they support the things I do. In an advertising marketplace you are the product, by speaking up and creating positive attention around something you want them to keep doing, it becomes profitable for them to do so. Is that fucked and capitalist as hell? Fuck yeah! It sucks! But its not going ANYWHERE any time soon, and if you use it to your advantage you can do good- I grew up watching as brands lurched away from any mention of gay people- to pride icons and pink washing. Change happens in strange ways. I hate pink washing but FUCK am I glad that it’s profitable to be sold to. I’d rather be sold to than silenced and othered.

Well that was a bit of a heavy one wasn’t it, welcome back to the cash is king sport.

#asks #anonymous #wank/rants

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Kind of an odd ask, but do you have any unpopular opinions about the boys?

I will be honest, I actually don't know what counts as an unpopular opinion about them because while I have been doing my best to chip in from my side, I haven't gone poking around a lot for... reasons... (I was not having an easy time mentally and emotionally, as one is wont to do in trying times!) But I did notice some things that I was very counterculture on:

Not a fan of domineering or sadistic Risotto stuff in general - his everything from power position to ability to just physical size makes a lot of people lean towards that, but I personally don't enjoy that sort of thing and would rather have him act and behave differently outside of assassination, you know? I also don't ship him and Prosciutto (beyond that singular extremely specific flavor I once wrote about, and even that took a lot of thinking because I used to be so averse to the whole thing that I blocked every iteration of their names just to escape the ship. Those were really bad times for me.)

Not much to say about Formaggio - I mostly agree with folks on his anime color scheme being a crime, etc. though I don't make him as self-conscious as even canon suggests him to be? To my mind an assassin team would recognize how useful he is and treat him better than what the anime adds for us.

I never vibed with the idea that Prosciutto was a chain smoker or even a smoker? I am starting to loosen up on that front and like, depending on the situation I can allow for it (mostly if it's just bonkers, see the Yowapeda AU where he can race on a bicycle while smoking, it's just a good mental image that tickles me), but for the longest time I was extremely irritated when even in like, just your standard fanart, he was the only one shown with a cigarette, because he doesn't smoke in canon and to my mind he would probably be wary of smelling like an ashtray. I also never liked the "he lives on coffee/hard alcohol and drugs" sort of stuff, but maybe I'm just too doggedly straight-edge even where you could make allowances (such as a cutthroat setting). To me it's infinitely more interesting to have him be startlingly sober through all of the bullshit he is dealing with. In general I also don't do well with him being depicted as a complete mess, or people saying he's probably a racist? Like, you do not have to project that onto a character that doesn't give a reason for it?

Pesci... Pesci is well and good. I don't ship him and Prosciutto, and I guess that is as unpopular as I might get? To those who do, power to you, I've just never been big on mentor/mentee or senpai/kouhai type ships, I only do a few flavors IF I do, and that's it.

Not sure what is out there on Ghiaccio... I got nothing unless he and Risotto are a big ship, in which case I'm unpopular by passing that up. I like him better with Melone and even better with Formaggio, perhaps Prosciutto. I need to open up ideal ship dynamics again soon and have someone ask because Ghiaccio/Prosciutto is so fucking bonkers in my head.

Is it still unpopular to like Melone? If it is, we did it! I've done a lot of meta on Melone and Baby Face by now, and if general opinion is as unbending as it was years ago, it is probably all unpopular, but I just never saw him as being worse than any other member of the team, because... he isn't. It's Araki's bad making that train scene look worse than it actually was.

Not sure what is out there on Illuso? I am very much in my "he's a hoarder" corner so if he's mostly seen as minimalist or organized then I'm in the unpopular camp who sees a mess inside AND out.

Sorbet and Gelato take... I don't really enjoy art where their deaths are used as a motif. I have seen too many of those. I get that we have so little canon material to work on, and we all love a clever hint and depiction? But I would always rather have fun alive and well art of these two than art that reminds me...

But again, to each their own! None of these are me grilling or shaming anyone, it's more of a soft shrug of my shoulders at this point, and thank god for that. I remember being more angry about any and all of this, but I feel like I've achieved some semblance of peace down the line - probably in part thanks to all the kind people who enjoy my version of the boys! I dearly love what I have made of them, and the fact that other people can vibe with that is really cool and it makes me happy!

#la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original

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