#'argue it out over who gets to be the lucky one' <- they're arguing bc neither wants to do it but they made them PROMISE but-

[jackals-ships]

anyways the most :3 >:3 thought about dualdoggrand

dog being scared of dying. dog also being scared of not being able to fight and protect themself and their boys anymore. dog being scared of being hurt on a job and slowly dying in agony

dog making them promise they have to be the ones to kill them

[oh-no-its-bird]

Obkk modern au where where Kakashi and Obito are online friends who have never seen eachothers faces. It's a years long friendship (and mutual silent crush) where they've helped eachother through what was truly the darkest parts of eachothers lives.

But irl they also happen to know eachother from childhood due to having gone to the same schools and shared the same classes, and they fucking DESPISE the other. You can not stick them in a room without someone starting a fight.

When they interact irl, play into specifically the early dynamics of obkk, with kind of superficially happy/dumb Obito and a "follow the rules to the letter" grumpy overachiever Kakashi

But when they're online, play more into the older obkk dynamic.

Where Obito shows that he has a pretty big mean streak/humor and a serious talent for playing dumb; where he overlays his happier side irl for just social reasons.

While Kakashi shows he's actually super lazy and imperfect with most other factors of his life outside of work/school (and ofc downplays his actual work ethic when it comes to work/school, framing himself as doing bare minimum when he should really do more (bc he genuinley believes that)) and has a pretty wicked sense of humor himself, a love of over-romantic, fluffy porn, and a habit of using endless "cute" emotocons

Kk: Did my proposal today, it was so bad... I really slacked off this time on it. I was so nervous they'd tell me no (｡﹏｡")

Kk: I guess the other presentations must have been pretty bad too because they picked mine anyways? I feel so lucky (╥﹏╥)

Ob: it's ok even if you tried your best!! Im proud you were able to do even as much as you did.

Ob: I'm glad you got it, at least one of us won their proposal today. That jackass had a fucking 30 slide detailed slide with 6 DIFFERENT PIE CHARTS and a scheduled water break inbetween. Fucking kissass

Kk: nooo im sorry ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

Ob: it's whatever. Just glad you got the thing :)

Ob: want me to kill your boss tho.

Kk: lol

Kk: I'll help hide the body ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

And then one day Obito does some sort of very mean prank on Kakashi. And it goes uhh. Badly.

I mean, badly for Kakashi. Obito thinks it went great!

That is till he gets home and finds his best friend for a decade, and crush for even past that decade, texting him about a very specific mean prank that got pulled on them.

Wait. No. Wait. WAIT. FUCK.

So like. Obito is a bit conflicted now. He doesn't know what to really do here??? Like. What if it ruins everything with his best friend??? But also hey best friend why the FUCK are you such a BITCH.

But also also, suddenly Obito is recontextualizing SO many of their interactions— from Kakashi suffering the devistating loss of his father when he was especially annoying, to explanations of why he reacted certain ways. And oh my god Obito is... also a kind of a bitch???

Obito has NO idea what to do and is just swinging so violently back and forth on what are really his only two options.

And sometimes he's like gleefully feeling vindictive bc after arguing with irl Kakashi, online Kakashi is ranting about "that same asshole again" at work, so Obito is like "I KNEW it was getting to u, haha you're NOT better than me after all!!!"

But then later he feels kinda bad about it bc like. Aw wait no he actually might have genuinley hurt the person he loves. And also he doesn't want to lose getting to see the real Kakashi, a mix of both of his masks, by fucking this up and choosing wrong.

Anyways Kakashi finally somehow figures it out on his own, they fight, they make up, they make out.

The end yay happy ending

There's an alternate universe where neither of them every found out about eachother and continued to be friends online and hate eachother to escalating degrees offline. But one day they start to slowly shift in dynamics. Irl they get closer and online they get so much angrier and more distant. Till we've swapped and now online they just have this GIANT fallout but offline they're actually in love now. And this continues till they're about to get married/no longer on speaking terms with eachother. And so on their wedding day they reach out again online but ONLY to hate on eachother like "oooo fuck you I'm so happy rn I just got MARRIED."

"Oh yeah you bitch??? So did I. And my husbands better than anything your ugly ass could ever pull"

"FUCK YOU MY HUSBANDS FUCKING AMAZING AND YOURS IS PROBABLY LOOKS AND ACTS LIKE SHIT"

"OH YEAH????"

"YEAH!!!"

"PROVE IT!"

And then they very sharply turn and take simultaneous photos of eachothers furious faces and then angrily, instinctivley press send.

And then they stop. And then they have a moment of dead silence.

And then they begin to have an actual, physical fist fight in front of the uncut wedding cake with ALL of their friends and families watching. And the photographers with their very ready cameras.

There was a lot of cake.

Yeah that was ah uhh. Interesting

The good news at least is now they have a photo of them fist fighting like they want to kill eachother while covered in wedding cake in a frame that says "happy marriage <3" on it, and they like to joke about it (to many, many peoples horror)

The end yay happy ending x2

If I were to write this fr I think I'd legally have to write both versions bc both are excellent

[cowboylikeyouu]

sometimes i have the urge to write an avengers actors AU that i don't take seriously at all, and just make a series of crack oneshots out of it where every installment is just one of those funny interview formats, like:

wanda & pietro maximoff answer the web's most searched questions

natasha romanoff & clint barton take the lie detector test

tony stark | chicken shop date

natasha romanoff | chicken shop date

steve rogers reads thirst tweets

steve rogers & bucky barnes test their friendship

cast of [movie they're all in together] test how well they know each other

bucky barnes & clint barton | actors on actors

tony stark & clint barton argue over the internet's biggest debates

wanda maximoff & natasha romanoff compare their imdb pages

bucky barney, sam wilson, & steve rogers play 'never have i ever'

bruce banner & natasha romanoff | actors on actors

tony stark & steve rogers | actors on actors

bucky barnes & clint barton: the puppy interview

etc.

etc.

and bc i'm annoying it would obviously evolve into a winterhawk fic somehow, but just like... sprinkled across different interviews. just imagine them being paired up for actors on actors and it's SO obvious that clint hasn't seen bucky's recent movie and bucky isn't offended but he finds it way too funny and then just starts getting everything wrong about clint & his movies on purpose to fuck with him, and everyone in the comments (bc obviously i would be writing out youtube comment sections) is arguing about whether they have chemistry or not (bucky & steve are besties and a part of the internet has been shipping them for years, so these people obv are winterhawk antis). and then (after a bunch of random interviews with some of the characters who already knew each other & worked on a movie together) all the avengers get casted in a movie together and THEN the press tour madness starts and they get to do all these fun group interviews & shit. tony & steve start hooking up and the internet somehow finds out so the road's clear for all the winterhawk girlies😼 idk a lot of flirting in interviews, a lot of side remarks from the rest of the cast, and bc i'm VERY annoying and it's all i need in life, it all would end with the clint & bucky puppy interview (they're already dating at that point and they kinda confirm it in that interview) and one of the puppies is lucky & clint obviously tries (& succeeds) to adopt him :3

[necrotic-nephilim]

"Can you two manage not to tear each other apart while I'm gone?"

Bruce, Jason, and Tim (With JayTim or maybe even BruJayTim)

send a quote and a ship and I'll write a short fic!

god, this one was so good. so, you get the catch-22 of this being a bit longer, 4.5k, but with the warning, i have not edited it so it might be a little rough. but the whole point of this is quick fun so! this is basically Tim and Jason trying to kill each other bc they're under the influence of a toxin. both have a relationship with Bruce and are mad about it. it does end in some short JayTim porn and an implied BruJayTim ending. you could argue dub-con, but it's mostly consensual. enjoy <3

Tim honestly would’ve preferred if it was fear toxin or Joker venom.

Those, he at least knew the tricks for dealing with. How to keep his heart rate down, how to focus and not give in to his body’s adrenaline response. And even if none of those failed, the worst of the fear toxin was just something Tim could wait out while playing distracting music.

This was different.

Anger was different.

“It looks like someone took Crane’s compound and modified it,” Bruce, the lucky bastard who had managed not to inhale the substance, was stood perfectly calm in front of the Batcomputer. “It’s difficult to tell though without a direct sample.”

“If you would just let me look at it maybe we could get somewhere,” Tim hissed through grit teeth, aiming a lethal scowl at Bruce. His nails were digging into his palm. He frowned and tried to take a break. “I’m sorry.”

Bruce looked over his shoulder at Tim with concern and pity. “Are you sure you don’t want to be tranquilized until I synthesize the cure?”

“Bruce, if you try to get close enough to tranq me, I’ll probably try to rip your larynx out with my teeth,” Tim said. The itch for violence sat right underneath his fingertips. He was desperate for it, already twitching at the thought.

Logic and reasoning were hard to hold onto. Every straight thought Tim had was immediately consumed by the fire of fury, burned into something unrecognizable.

Tim didn’t feel like himself when he was angry. That was the worst part. He never liked his anger before and now, it was the only part of him on display. An ugly and twisted thing.

“He could just shoot you with a tranq dart,” Jason said smoothly. “I’d pay to see it.”

Jason was also affected by the rage toxin, though compared to Tim, he looked barely bothered. His head was tilted back to rest against the back of his chair, eyes closed. Both hands were in his lap, fingers calmly laced. His hands were forced together by the same cuffs that Tim was also wearing. Tim had suggested the cuffs when he tried to claw out Bruce’s eyes because Bruce put a hand on his shoulder. Despite Jason’s lack of reaction, it was universally decided to also put Jason in the cuffs. The handcuffs were chained to the chairs Tim and Jason were sitting in, with at least six feet’s distance between them so they couldn’t try to grab each other.

Which Tim had done at least a half a dozen times by now.

“If you’re not going to have helpful input you can keep your goddamn mouth shut,” Tim snapped, holding himself still in the chair from trying to launch across the room again. His muscles were so tense from clenching them that he was starting to shake.

“Tim,” Bruce said softly, giving him a look. Bruce was perfectly fine if Tim snapped at him. But when Tim snapped at Jason, he got a stern reprimand.

Which only pissed Tim off more.

He didn’t understand how he was fine with Bruce sleeping with both of them now. The thought was ridiculously enraging, how he could allow Bruce to even be around Jason Todd. It usually didn’t bother Tim, and was one of the things Tim accepted about Bruce. The lack of monogamy.

But now? Staring at Jason’s smug face that Tim itched to break? It made Tim’s blood boil.

He was more important and useful to Bruce than Jason could ever be. And Tim didn’t have a pile of bodies on his ledger. He actually knew he to behave like a person and not a wild animal.

Ironic how they looked now, then.

Jason’s face split into a feral grin. He leaned forward. “Yeah, Tim,” his tone mocked the one Bruce used. “Let’s behave ourselves.”

Tim could see it in Jason’s eyes. How angry he was, how he was holding back everything that Tim couldn’t. His little show was a facade and Tim damn well knew it.

He wanted to rip Tim apart just as badly.

Now it was Jason who Bruce gave the look to. “This is easier for you to control than it is for him, Jason. Don’t try to provoke him.”

Tim hated how he was spoken about as if he wasn’t even there. Like he was some hapless child throwing a temper tantrum that Bruce was indulging, but sharing quiet whispers about with the real adults.

Like he thought Jason could control himself better than Tim just because Jason had experience with the Lazarus Pit, making him less susceptible to anger manipulation.

At least that was the working theory, currently. Jason’s working theory was simply that he was better than Tim. It was when he said that, that Tim suggested the handcuffs. He had enough of his wits left about him to know he’d sort of regret killing Jason Todd, no matter how badly he wanted to right now.

Jason just shrugged at Bruce’s words and relaxed back into his chair, crossing his legs. “He shouldn’t be so easily provokable then.”

“You know damn well-” Tim started.

“Timothy.” Bruce put a command in his voice that he rarely used with Tim. It made Tim straighten on instinct. The endless patience Bruce had was getting worn more and more thin with every jab and insult traded between Tim and Jason. He looked like he was at his wit’s end. “Don’t listen to him.”

A slow, deep breath did nothing to calm Tim’s nerves. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood and then resisted the urge to spit it at Bruce. “B, I love you, but you have no idea how hard this is. Especially around him of all people.”

The look that crossed Bruce’s face was pained. They always danced around the elephant in the room, that was Bruce accepting Jason back into the fold a little too quickly for everyone’s comfort. It was his soft spot showing. Even when Tim wasn’t under the influence of a drug he didn’t like it and had tried several times to warn Bruce that Jason was a lost cause.

It’d caused a lot of arguments on their best days. Weeks of not speaking to each other on their worst.

And because Tim was the dutiful partner, the loving Robin, he always gave in first. Bruce needed him. In some ways, romantically. But in most ways, Bruce just needed genuine companionship from someone who wasn’t batshit crazy and murdering drug lords like it was a sport. That was Tim’s job. A job he liked, even.

Not that he was too fond of it right now.

They both knew, deep down Bruce had desperate wants of Jason and Tim getting along. The soft comments Bruce made about how well Tim and Jason could work together in a hypothetical always held an unspoken meaning. It wasn’t actually about Tim working with Jason on the field. It was about the fantasy of them being in Bruce’s bed at the same time, loving each other the way they loved him.

That would happen over Tim’s cold, dead body.

“I know,” Bruce said quietly. He reached out for Tim, then seeing the look in Tim’s eye, seemed to think against it and pulled his hand back. It only made Tim angrier. Angry Bruce didn’t currently trust Tim to give him affection. Angry Bruce was right not to trust him. So goddamn angry that despite craving comfort, all Tim wanted to do was bite the hand that fed him. A frustrated growl came out of Tim’s throat and he kicked the ground.

“You know,” Jason drawled, studying Tim with his barely contained madness, “I’m glad for it, honestly. I was starting to think you didn’t have any bite in you at all, Drake. Least we all know what it takes for you to finally snap.”

Tim opened his mouth for a biting insult, but looked at Bruce. He took a deep breath. “I hope all this self-restraint you’re showing is a lesson you keep when all this is over. The last thing we need is for you to go on another murder rampage because someone hurt your feelings.”

Jason’s eyes flared. His hands curled into fists. “Oh, you have no idea the self-restraint I show. If you want to see on a real rampage I’ll fucking-”

“Enough!” Bruce slammed a hand on the console. He ran his hand over his face and sighed. “I have more files on fear toxin in my study I need to find.” Bruce looked between them, giving them both a hard stare. “Can you two manage not to tear each other apart while I’m gone?”

“Ask him,” Jason shrugged. He was trying to sound nonchalant again, but he spoke through grit teeth. “I’m just fine over here.”

Tim just held up his cuffed hands, showing where the chain ended, keeping him firmly connected to the steel chair. “I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to.”

Bruce nodded. He passed one more look between the two of them. “I’ll be right back. We’ll figure this out, I promise.” Again, he looked like he wanted to reach out. To which of them, Tim wasn’t sure. probably both, which sent an involuntary wave of disgust through his body. If Bruce touched Jason in front of him, Tim was probably going to puke. Bruce turned on his heel and walked out of the cave. They both watched his figure slowly disappear from view.

Before Tim could even turn to Jason and say something, he was tackled to the ground by a blindingly fast and heavy human body.

“What the-” Tim started, raising his hands to protect his face when a fist tried to come down on it. “How the fuck-”

Jason was wearing a grin that had gone completely mad, in every definition of the word. He had easily pinned Tim to the ground, a knee on Tim’s chest. Jason’s hands were still cuffed together but somehow, he’d undone the chain connecting him to his chair. Which boded particularly poorly for Tim, who was still chained to his chair, giving his arms a limited range of movement to defend himself.

Of course, Jason had picked the lock without either of them noticing.

“Thought you were the smart one, Drake,” Jason sneered. His hands were forced together, so when he reached for his waist with one hand they both had to move away from Tim’s face. “You really fucking thought I’d willingly hand over all my weapons to Bruce in a room with you?” He pulled a small, switchblade out from under his waistband and flipped it open. “I wouldn’t have even if I wasn’t drugged.”

“I knew you were acting, you fucking bastard,” Tim snarled. He didn’t have a weapon. It had been his suggestion to hand all of them over to Bruce because Tim was trying to be reasonable.

He should’ve fucking known better. There was never any reasoning with Jason.

Tim still had his bare hands. He launched them toward Jason’s throat. They managed to curl around flesh, nails just starting to dig in, when Jason stabbed Tim in the hand. Tim yelled, yanking his hand away and taking the other one with it.

That was the other shitty part of the anger. It made pain harder to ignore.

“Had to convince Bruce it was okay to leave you alone with me,” Jason said, shrugging slightly. “Figured I would only get one chance.” He raised the knife and tried to bring it down on Tim’s face. Tim managed to stop him, getting the knife tangled in the chains. “For fuck’s sake.” Jason shifted his weight. He pulled the knife free and brought up his over leg, using it to pin down the chain under his boot. Without any slack, Tim’s hands were forced against the ground, tugging uselessly.

“I will rip you apart with my teeth if I have to,” Tim growled, trying to snap at Jason’s face to prove his point.

Jason easily dodged and laughed. “I’d like to see you try. Maybe It’ll make you interesting, for once.” He brought the knife down and held it to Tim’s throat. “Grayson, I could’ve understood. He’s a pretty guy. Got a good sense of humor on him. Even Gordon. I don’t like her, but I could’ve respected it.” Jason’s face twisted into an ugly look, staring down at Tim with utter contempt. “But you? I have to share Bruce with you of all people? My goddamn replacement? That’s just fucking insulting.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten yourself killed then,” Tim shot back. “You were easy to replace.”

“Yeah, provoke the guy with a knife to your throat,” Jason pressed the blade against Tim’s skin until a drop of blood was sliding down his adam’s apple. “I’ll show you what a dead Robin looks like.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “You really think Bruce will forgive you for killing me?” He tugged at the chain as hard as he could. It still wasn’t budging. “He’d tear you apart.”

“Yeah, I really do,” Jason mocked Tim. He leaned in close enough for Tim to smell mint on Jason’s breath. “He always does. He’ll just blame it on the toxin. We both know he always forgives me no matter what I do.” His grin was a ghastly thing. “Can you say the same, Drake?”

Tim just growled. He headbutted Jason, not caring about the knife. If he was going to die, he would at least leave his mark.

Jason jerked back, rubbing his nose. Tim had hopefully broken it. Blood was already starting to pour down Jason’s face. Jason had the audacity to laugh. “Cute.” He rubbed his nose for a moment, feeling the bone. “You know I’m not going to kill you, though. That would be way too nice.”

“Nice?” Tim scoffed. “Did you finally learn the meaning of mercy, or something?”

“For you? Never.” Jason brought the knife to Tim’s face. “I just want to make you wish you were dead.” he dug the blade into Tim’s temple and Tim yelled, feeling it cut through his skin all the way down to his jaw. “What part of you do I have to mutilate to make Bruce stop loving you?”

Tim didn’t say anything. He was too busy trying to blink through the pain of a shallow cut that should’ve felt like nothing. Instead, it felt like a hot iron had branded the entire left side of Tim’s face, melting most of his skin off.

“What’s so pretty it could make Bruce like someone as pathetic as you?” Jason pressed on. He put another cut across Tim’s face, slashing through his cheek. “You’ve got a nice face. Is that it?” He leaned back so he could rip Tim’s shirt apart, exposing Tim’s chest. “We both know Bruce is a physical guy. Maybe it’s something else.” The blade trailed across Tim’s chest, looking for the next place to cut.

Tim managed to get leverage against the concrete with his feet. He pushed himself up as hard and fast as he could, throwing Jason off of him. Before Jason had the chance to recover, Tim launched himself forward and wrapped the chain around Jason’s throat.

“Maybe his love for you is only skin deep,” Tim pulled the chain as tight as it could go, watching Jason’s face turn red without oxygen. The rational part of him knew he was taking too much pleasure in watching Jason struggle for air. The rest of him didn’t care. “But Bruce actually loves me.”

Jason snarled. “He’s loved me longer.”

He wildly stabbed at Tim until the knife sank into Tim’s forearm. Tim screamed and let go, giving Jason slack to breathe, getting a hand under the chain and yanking hard on it. Tim didn’t fall off of Jason but instead fell into him. Their bodies were pressed together, and Jason used it as an excuse to wrap the chain around Tim, forcing them against each other.

“Can’t get away from me now,” Jason whispered into Tim’s ear. He ripped his knife out of Tim’s arm.

“You really want to be this close to me?” Tim asked. He tried to headbutt Jason again but didn’t have enough damned room to move. “Your fucking funeral.”

“I’m the one with the knife,” Jason said in a sing-song voice. He wiggled his arms between them and brought the knife against Tim’s crotch. Tim had his pants as a layer of fabric protecting him, but he still went rigid. “Is it here? Is this what Bruce likes so much? Go on. Tell me how he likes to fuck you, Drake. Bet you’re real fucking vanilla about it and he has to be all nice to you.”

“You sound jealous,” Tim tried to bite Jason, who kept pulling his head away. “You’re the one who needs to hear him say he’s proud of you just to come. I’m not the one of us who cries during sex.”

“How the hell-” Jason’s whole body jerked in anger.

Tim knew his grin was feral. “Trust me, I know all the embarrassing details. Bruce talks about it all the time.” That wasn’t entirely true. Tim had just overheard it once when Bruce forgot to turn off his comms. But the lie was far more embarrassing for Jason.

“I could make you cry,” Jason sounded angrier than Tim had ever heard him, which was a hell of a feat. “He’s just not fucking you hard enough. Putting you in your goddamn place like you deserve.”

“You want to fuck me, now?” Tim taunted. “I thought you hated me.”

“Too vanilla to know what hatefucking is, Drake?” Jason shot back. He pressed the knife harder into Tim’s crotch. “I could make you fucking beg for it.”

“Like hell.”

“You wanna find out?” Jason asked.

Tim paused his struggles. He pulled back and gave Jason an incredulous look. “You’re not actually serious.”

“Either I kill you, torture you, or bitch you.” Jason shrugged. He dug the knife down enough to cut open Tim’s pants. The fabric tore loudly. “I’ll let you pick.”

“I’ll kill you first,” Tim shot back. He refused to take the offer seriously.

He didn’t know what his answer would be, if it was a serious offer, so it was better for Tim to not think about it entirely.

“Scared you’ll like it?” Jason was just mocking him now. “If I ruin you enough, you’ll come crawling back for me instead of Bruce. And besides,” Jason lowered his voice to a purr, “we both know he’d pay to watch. Bet he’d even help me hold you down.”

Against his will, Tim shuddered. His anger was clouding his judgment, making it hard to figure out what other emotions were there. Maybe there was arousal. Maybe it was fear.

Tim always had trouble telling the difference.

“Have you always wanted to fuck me?” Tim avoided everything Jason was saying. It made him too dizzy to think about.

Jason just gave him a shrug. “Can’t say I haven’t wondered what’s so special about fucking you that he keeps doing it. Is your ass really that good or something?”

Tim snorted. He had no idea Jason didn’t know. “He doesn’t fuck me in the ass.”

“What?” Jason’s brow furrowed.

“If I had a dick down there, you’d have cut it by now,” Tim pointed out, looking down at the knife.

Jason frowned. He dug the knife deeper, ripping open a bigger hole in the fabric of Tim’s pants until he could force his hand inside, thankfully the one that wasn’t holding the knife. Tim tried to kick, but he couldn’t stop Jason’s hand from groping until it found his cunt, pressing against Tim’s underwear.

“Son of a bitch,” Jason said. “Well, that makes you even easier to fuck. Now I don’t need prep.”

“You’re not fucking me,” Tim snarled, trying to get away from Jason’s hand. his skin was too hot, to have Jason that close to his most sensitive areas. He didn’t want to know what his body would do if Jason got past the thin barrier of fabric between him and Tim’s skin.

“You haven’t actually told me no yet,” Jason pointed out. He managed to cut apart Tim’s underwear, a cold reminder of how close the knife was to his cunt. Thick fingers pressed against Tim’s hole until two managed to sink in. “You’re wet.”

“No, I’m not,” Tim gasped, even though he could feel it. The easy slide of Jason’s fingers inside of him, the way there was no resistance from his body. He still wasn’t ready to admit to himself that he wanted this. Not when he wanted Jason dead just as badly. Tim opened his mouth to say something more, but Jason brushed a thumb over his clit. “Oh god.”

“if I’m being honest with you,” Jason hummed, starting to move his fingers inside of Tim, “I think it’s a lot easier to be horny than angry right now. That’s the only damn feeling that works to fight this.”

He was right and Tim hated him for it. The anger thrumming under his skin pulled back, just slightly, to make room for arousal. It made Tim want to give in, just so he could have anything to latch onto besides cold, empty fury.

And Jason’s fingers felt good inside of him. They arched right up into Tim’s sweet spot, making him gasp and jerk.

“How quick do you think I can make you come?” Jason asked. He worked his fingers and thumb together, finding a good pace. Like he knew exactly how Tim liked it.

“Fuck you,” Tim groaned, throwing his head back.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Jason said.

They both knew he wouldn’t. Tim didn’t want Jason to stop. If Jason stopped, Tim would probably grab the knife and gut him.

“I hate you.” Tim’s hips were moving against his will. He was acutely aware the knife was still down there too, but he put a small amount of trust in Jason to not let it trust.

“It’s mutual,” Jason agreed. He shifted his hips until they were pressed against Tim’s thigh. He was hard. Tim could feel the outline of Jason’s cock as Jason started to rut, grinding against Tim for friction. A low moan came out of him, going straight to Tim’s core.

Jason was kind of handsome, at least. Especially with blood all over his face.

“Now are you gonna come for me or what?” Jason growled into Tim’s ear. “Show me exactly how much you hate me, Drake. I want to fucking feel it.”

“You’re a bastard who doesn’t deserve Bruce,” Tim whined as Jason’s fingers worked him. Rubbing his clit and thrusting into his sweet spot. It was a sweet, torturous distraction from his rage, but it still didn’t make the feeling quite go away.

“Agreed.” Jason shrugged, seeming unbothered by the statement. He groaned again, pressing his forehead against Tim’s. “I’m still better than you, though. You’re the little bitch who’s never going to forget what being fucked by me feels like. Maybe I’ll be nice enough that you’ll enjoy it and jerk off to it every time you’re wet.”

The thought of jerking off to Jason repulsed Tim. Yet it was the same thought that sent his orgasm through him, like a shock to his core. He yelled, so loud it echoed through the cave. His hole clenched around Jason’s fingers as his body worked through the spasms of pleasure.

For one glorious moment, Tim didn’t notice his anger. He just had the beautiful crescendo of pleasure crashing down on him, making his body sing.

“Isn’t that fucking adorable,” Jason gasped, grinding harder against Tim. You’re finally not annoying for once. No wonder Bruce fucks you. It’s the only way someone can enjoy being around you.”

The words were mean and Tim wanted to snap back, but he was boneless. Every insult from Jason was a new aftershock of pleasure down Tim’s spine.

Tim opened his mouth to find something to say, but he was cut off.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bruce stood at the mouth of the cave, staring at them with wide eyes. He looked just as angry as Tim felt, stalking over to where they were pinned and bloody on the floor. “Jason if you hurt him-”

“I’m fingering him, actually,” Jason corrected lazily, still grinding his hips.

Bruce stopped walking. “What?”

Jason thrust his fingers inside Tim to make his point, pulling a cry out of Tim. He was oversensitive from his orgasm and couldn’t get away from the pressure against his g-spot. “You should be proud of us. We’re getting along pretty well.”

Sure they were. Like Tim’s face wasn’t cut up and Jason’s nose wasn’t broken.

“You…” Bruce trailed off, breath caught in his throat. Tim watched his pupils dilate.

“He’s enjoying himself. Just came on my fingers,” Jason said. He pressed the knife against Tim’s thigh as a warning. “Right, Drake?”

Tim bit back a remark. He nodded.

“I promise to behave if you let me fuck him,” Jason looked up at Bruce. He was definitely lying. “We should both fuck him. See how much he can take. I’ll even keep the cuffs on just to be nice.”

Tim couldn’t stop the soft moan that came out of him at the thought.

Bruce looked between them. His eyes settled on Tim. “Are you-”

“Yes,” Tim said. “Please?”

As soon as Tim said the magic word, Bruce was by their side, taking his clothes off. Jason groaned in victory. He grinned against Tim’s cheek. “Now we can have some real fun.”

[fuck-customers]

Throwback to working at an Adult store.

There was a big big storm. Like shut down the entire state storm. It was a really bad thunder and wind storm. CT doesn't get these often but when we do... oh they're rough because of all the trees and power lines.

I was working in the area that happened to get hit the hardest. A tree ended up pulling down a bunch of main lines and a huge transformer that exploded and caught the actual asphalt in the street on fire. Didn't know that could happen till I watched it. I can still smell it.

The emergency services shut down the street completely. We had no power of course. So we closed and when the people came to tell us to evacuate due to explosions we got ready to go.

This customer though. Somehow drove through all the wires and fires and emergency trucks, and demanded he come in to buy some boner pills.

BRUH????

I looked at him like what the fuck. I was like dude we're closed and gestured to the literal fire in the street and pointed out that we have to evacuate.

One group of the emergency people who had told us to evacuate were walking by and heard this guy start to argue with me. They came up and this big dude in that group was like "are you stupid? Did you not hear the warnings and see the power lines? Go home dude!"

Somehow that finally got it into the dudes head.

Like bro you had to have driven over active power lines in order to get here. I saw that you had to park 2 lots away and walk over bc the fires in the street were blocking our entrance. The entire street is blacked out without power.

Context clues??

Also how tf are you still alive of you don't know enough to check your surroundings for safety? Stay away from power lines?

The dude finally left after being told off. My co worker and I cracked up after we shut the door on him. Like bro its not that serious.

When the store was shut down as much as it could be without power, and it was time to leave, the emergency people directed us to drive over the grass and sidewalk to safely get out. That was kinda fun lol

3 years ish later, the asphalt on that street is still burned black from the fires. Trees still have visible damage but are growing back.

But bruh? I guarantee your off brand cialis is not as important as your safety.

Side note, when I got home the parking spot i was assigned was taken by a huge pine tree that had fallen over 3 spaces, taking out a little blue car. If I was home my car would have been crushed. I'm lucky I didn't get any major damage. Just lost a mini greenhouse and some plants.

It took months to get everything cleaned up though across the state.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[yandereocs]

*Slides in like a greased up otter*

Yan harem with a darling who favors one of them over the others. Like darling ditching (character) to hang with (favorite).

If you want a specific fav character i’m saying karro bc i’m very biased but it can be ambiguous or you can choose ~~

* GREASED OTTER??

* BUT ANYWAY THIS REQUEST IS SLAYTASTIC LET'S GO

Yandere Harem with a Darling who has a favorite

Chaos. Chaos. Chaos.

You can't ever get a moment's peace in this god forsaken house, mansion, THING. The details don't matter. It's hard to focus when there's SIXTEEN PEOPLE fighting for your attention. All of them insane in their own ways.

Some are more bearable than others. Zack and Obedient are nice enough, not touching you without your consent, although their words are a bit much.

Andras is surprisingly not at all bad, despite being a literal demon. Andrew seems to be the most lucid of the harem, not that it makes him stop.

Forgotten, Husk and Logan are pretty safe. Quiet and keeps their touches to a minimum. But you always feel their eyes on you no matter where you are.

Strawberry Boy and Lucky are difficult. They could be worse, but they are definitely could be nicer. Lucky's harsh words and Strawberry's uncomfortable worshipping of you is a lot to handle. The Twins are in a similar boat, always tugging and biting you but can be sweet enough when the time calls for it.

But then it just gets worse. Royalty and Villain can't get along at all and they're so AGGRESSIVE. Both of them constantly fighting over who gets you for the day, marking your skin with bruises and love bites constantly.

Although the worst was BY FAR Elijah. Everything about him was terrible. His non-existent morals, his manipulation and his horrible touches. You can handle a demon and a literal super villain, but not Elijah.

His sister was just as bad, having learned her ways of love from her brother. So it's like two Elijahs constantly having their hands on you.

Today was no different. Another day with all these unhinged people fighting for you.

Elijah sank his claws into you and was tugging you, with the help of his sister while Zack tried to pull you away from him with a snarl.

"Let go, Elijah!! I don't want my darling near YOU!"

The wolf hybrid rarely got aggressive, but Elijah just irked him beyond belief, for good reason.

"They're OUR darling, dumbass!"

Bonnie snapped back at him, still helping her brother in trying to take you away. You felt like you were being torn apart. You probably would have if Villain's tentacles didn't wrap around you and pulled you away from the three hybrids.

"You three get on my nerves."

The villain growled and began dragging you away while you squirmed in her grasp. It didn't take long for Husk to snatch you up and silently walk away with you in his arms while Villain angrily snapped at him.

It was a lot of this back and forth, one of them taking you before another immediately grabs you. It was exhausting and hearing their bickering was too much.

"I need to go to the restroom!"

You said abruptly, shoving yourself out of the Twins' arms and speedwalking to the nearest restroom and slamming the door before any of them could follow. You could hear them all shuffling and arguing behind the door. You slid down on the wall, letting out a sigh as you finally got a moment of brief peace.

"Hey."

You yelped in surprise when you heard the familiar soft, monotone voice of Karro. You turned your head and saw the blood-drinking monster sitting in the bathtub, looking at you with his half lidded eye.

Karro has always been your favorite. He's pretty relaxed and he hasn't hurt you since you normally don't fight against him.

"Hey."

You whispered back. You glanced at the closed bathroom door, seeing the shadows of your other 'lovers' under the crack of it. You didn't want to go back to them. So you turned your attention back to Karro and crawled across the cold tile floor, sitting in front of the bathtub.

Karro blinked slowly as he watched you approach. Silently, he pressed himself up further in the tub and patted the spot in front of him. He didn't take up much space, so there was plenty of room for you. You obeyed his silent command and crawled into the tub, sitting in front of him. And now you two were in silence as you stared at each other.

"They are quite the rowdy bunch."

Karro suddenly commented, glancing at the door before looking at you again.

"Yeah. I needed a break."

You said softly, shuffling in the tub. It was uncomfortable and cold, but it was better than being out THERE.

"You're always welcome to have a break with me."

Karro tilted his head, his magic scarf reaching over and wrapping around your body, pulling you closer to him. You yelped at the sudden movement. Karro was never this touchy. But you haven't been able to talk to him in a while. Maybe he was jealous. Who am I kidding, of course he is.

"Thanks."

Karro didn't offer much body heat. Not that he was even actually touching you. But you were practically pressed up to him and yet there was no warmth coming off him. It made sense. His skin was pale and an off-color and he did wear heavy clothes. Aren't vampires super cold? Not that he is a vampire, but it's close enough.

"Is this fine?"

It's almost scary how well Karro can read your thoughts. He seems to always know what's on your mind. You blinked at the humanoid monster and nodded.

"Mhm."

The two of you sat in silence, but it was a comfortable one. It's how most of your time with Karro was spent. That's probably why you like him so much. But of course, the silence had to be disturbed.

"Hey! Are you done in there?!"

Bonnie was never fond of you leaving her sight for too long. After her shout, there was heavy pounding at the door like someone was furiously hitting it with their fists. You looked at the door, startled.

"G-Give me a minute!"

You stammered, looking at Karro again. You would much rather be with him then with the lot of them. You figured he felt the same, considering how his scarf tightened around you. Things settled for a moment before the racket started again.

"It's been a minute!"

One of the Twins jeered before a heavy slam hit the door. Maniac was trying to break into the bathroom.

"I can slip you out."

You shuddered at the sudden feeling of Karro's warm breath on your ear, his voice more hushed than normal. You looked at him, eyes slightly widened before you nodded.

Karro stared at you before turning his attention back to the bathrooms door that was dangerously close to breaking. His scarf tightened around you once again and the air grew cold, his gaze dark.

After a moment, the noise stopped.

"What did you do?"

You whispered, your body shivering from how cold the air was now.

"Not important."

Karro was always vague. He stood up and used his magic scarves to drag you out of the tub, the fabric being surprisingly strong. Once you were back on your feet, he led you out of the bathroom.

The rest of your little 'harem' were still standing around the bathroom, but they didn't seem...present. Their eyes were hazy and their bodies slumped over, most of them gripping their heads and groaning in pain. Karro paid no mind to their obvious suffering and continued walking through the house, expecting you to follow.

Which you did. You were close behind him, shuddering as you walked past the hunched over bodies of everyone else. You started to piece together what Karro did. His magic. His weird...illusion magic. He's never once used it on you, but he's threatened to use it on the others before.

You never thought he would actually do it, though.

Karro continues to lead the way to the attic, his favorite spot in the ridiculously large house. Once you two were safe from everyone else, the air returned to it's normal state, no longer freezing. Karro must have stopped using his magic.

"Does it hurt them?"

You didn't really expect an answer, but you asked anyway as you crawled into the bed that's hidden away in the corner with Karro. The humanoid monster stared at you before making a vague motion to his skull.

"Their head."

It was all he said, and you figured that was the best you were going to get. You simply nodded, not pushing the topic before laying on the bed, letting out a huge sigh of relief. It wouldn't be long till the others recover and look for you, but it was nice to enjoy this moment of peace.

Karro was staring at you with his usual unreadable expression as you laid next to him. He didn't exactly join you, opting to just sit as you laid. But you didn't mind.

"I love you."

The words caught you by surprise and you looked at Karro, your eyes wide and blank as you processed what he said.

"Huh."

He's never said those words before. Although the words are normally so sweet, they sounded awkward coming from Karro's monotone voice.

"You heard me."

He clearly didn't want to repeat himself. He stared at you expectantly. Karro was one of the more lucid ones, fully aware of what he did and how unhealthy it is. But he doesn't exactly care. He's aware it's a bit of a long shot to expect an answer but he stares at you anyway.

"Oh. I, uh. I love you too..?"

It's the first time you've returned the words to one of these maniacs. Sure, the others tell you they love you all the time, but this felt different. It felt a bit...eugh...to return the affections of one of your captors, but Karro was nice to you! Call it Stockholm Syndrome, I suppose.

If Karro was pleased with your answer, he didn't show it. Like always. He stared at you blankly some more before suddenly bonking your forehead with his in a gentle manner. You let out a semi-awkward laugh, not sure how to react to the strange action.

"Haha, what was that..?"

You snickered, looking at Karro with mild confusion.

"I can't kiss you."

Was all he said. It took you a moment to piece together how that was at all relevant before it clicked. He can't kiss you so he bonked your head as a sigh of affection. Like a cat. You let out another soft laugh, less awkward than the first.

"Ah, I see. Well, uh...thank you?"

You laughed again. Karro blinked at you slowly before nodding. His magic scarf wrapped around your body again as you laid on the bed. Even after his confession, he still didn't lay next to you.

But that was fine. You two stayed up in the attic on the little bed in the corner, enjoying the comfortable silence before the usual racket started.

It was nice.

[shimmer-wolf-arts]

I can blame/thank Pansy for why I'm gonna ramble a bit, LOL 🤣 /pos

like, we don't see Varian making a ton of friends his age. Like, all the people he hangs out with are either older or younger than him, and it's mostly adults. Poor kid is only 14-16 and he's friends with ppl who are mostly over 18. The only ones who aren't are Keira and Catalina, and they're, what, like 12 at the oldest, in season 3? Maybe?

I mean, don't get me started on Varian's neurodivergence/obvious ADHD. But that's probably one major reason why his friends are mostly older than him. I know my AuDHD is why I connect more with people older or younger than me.

And yeah. Varian literally befriended the raccoon that was intruding on his lab. And crushed on Cass like, 2 seconds after she saved him and 100% failed at flirting with her.

But you see how socially awkward this kid is when he's talking to other people, especially in season 3. Talking to Feldspar? Awkward as hell. He's stuttering, not making eye contact, and let's not forget the nervous laughs he makes. And if he's trying to argue a point, and someone very much calls him out on it (coughLANCEcough), he gets stuttery and trips over his words then too.

This poor kid just does not know how to socialize. And when he gets overwhelmed, he starts shutting down. "Be Very Afraid" was a perfect example of that, outside of the fact that his shutdown was also trauma induced.

So yeah, sending him out on the 7k journey, I can imagine he's in way over his head. And I imagine Hugo takes full advantage of that, a lot of the time.

But in my story, Grace is also very much isolated when it comes to kids her age. It's kind of why she and Varian bond is because they 1. Both have trauma, and 2. Both struggle to make friends their age. The only other person Grace knows that's her age is the person she considers her cousin bc their dads grew up together and consider each other brothers. So she's kinda lucky that she at least had one person her age to hang around. Varian didn't. So he meets Grace when they're both 17, and he's just thinking "Oh shit this is a pretty girl who is actually my age wtf do i do?!"

Poor kid does stumble over his words (and just in general) with her a lot until he becomes more comfortable around her. And especially after they start dating, he gets a bit more confident since they both help each other out with trauma and whatnot. He's still socially awkward with ppl his age, and just in general, but it's not nearly as bad as it was when he was 14-16.

And Hugo, being street smart, as well as putting on the facade that he knows everything (and that making him look like an asshole lol), it very much throws Varian for a loop, lol. He doesn't know what to do with it at first, and he's very thrown off and unsure of how to handle it.

[happy-tori-friends]

mascot notes (i used precure mascots and jewelpets [sanrio supports genocide which i shouldnt have 2 explain Why That's Bad, but im simply using them references for if/when i draw or design them] for references. maybe i'll add pokemon like fennekin or buneary later)

lifty and shifty share a mascot and are a duo at the start because theyre together when they meet the mascot - maybe other characters will also share a mascot and be a team at the start but i've only really thought about the mains. i also didn't want to use the same animal as their htf counterpart so i kinda started winging it

so far...

lifty and shifty's mascot will be a fox, bc foxes are often associated with slyness and cunningness. au where they're tom nook and redd's adoptive sons and after their dad's divorced- i'm joking i'm joking. i've contemplated naming him lucky, but who knows if i'll stick with that. dont have any real personality notes though, but obviously he's willing to bribe them.

splendid's mascot will be a dog. specifically a dig with longer floppy ears. i dont know why, but him with a puppy resonated with me i also really miss my beloved hershey, and just having a pet in general. while they dont have a name or a gender yet, i'm imaging them to be a very loyal type who cheers everyone on and, when there's no fighting evil to be done, loves to play. if i go the high school route (or maybe even college route...) they are vety bad about accidentally causing disruptions and everything thinks that the stress of being a model student is making splendid lose his mind.

with splendont and flippy, i just chose animals i liked and are popular for cute magical animal characters. splendont is getting a kitty. personality-wise i'm not sure what i'll go for. maybe a stubborn and impulsive type that tends to push his buttons. or a graceful and calculated cat that is stoic and cold at first but shows a true warm heart as they grow close to others. the forner would have a lot of arguing, the latter would let them both bond over being similar, as well as let splendont show a slightly less confident kitty that they are worthy and kind despite taking time to warm up to others, that they aren't alone.

for flippy i chose a bunny bc i like bnunies. hippity hoppity. this bunny i think would be the most gentle, caring sweetheart ever - but if you hurt their fruends, they'll stop at nothing to get revenge. maybe a sad backstory with a friend dying due to the big bad, and wanting to help to stop the villains as an act of revenge, despite knowing it wont bring back their friend. thus would strengthen flippy's resolve as a hero - fliqpy was the one that wanted to do it for the most part, and flippy was nervous about it (canonically he Did join the army [though he probably wouldn't have in this au] but i think weird magical shenanigans are a lil more concerning bc a talking rabbit comes out of nowhere and tells you to magically transform and fight monsters, and while you do want to help and save people and fight for whats right, this weird magical business is weird and comcerning) especially because bunny seems so sweet and kind. fliqpy thinks revenge seeking is cool and as long as he gets to keep beating up monsters, he'll help bunny avenge their friend.

next i gotta think of transformation trinkets... probably a watch like the yes precure 5 bc im basic. (im not a yes 5 fan but. i read what happened at the end otona precure and 🫤 i. i uh dont like that. at least i didnt get invested, like the devil is a part timer... but i'll stop rambling about uncomfy endings. this a blog for the 'cute animals die gruesomely every episode' show)

[violetsareblue-selfships]

answering assorted questions from this ask game for zayne & i (i really should come up with ship names hehe)

🍧 — if you has to put a label on your relationship with f/o, childhood sweetheart? married? tell me!

ooh, childhood sweetheart kinda works (we at least had small crushes on each other as children) but i think the best label is 'lovers' honestly :3

🔥 — who gets jealous easier?

we each have our moments, but neither of us is overwhelmingly jealous. (if i had to choose, though, i'd say zayne is)

💋 — if you two were a romance trope, what would it be?

friends to lovers; also second chance in a way - like it's lucky that we ran into each other again (but like we were too young to be in a serious relationship when he moved away so...) but yeah

🎂 — how do you two celebrate each other's birthday?

we'll take the day off (though it's harder to convince him to take time off for his own but oh well). for his, I'll bake him something and take him to dinner usually (then we can spend the night in together). for mine, he basically tries to spoil me - like doing whatever i wanna do.

🧊 — who sings in the shower?

i do, 100%. he might hum something if there's something stuck in his head, but I'm the one who does full-on singing when I'm showering

🔮 — who is more protective?

we're both very protective, but i'd say he is. though, he doesn't have to worry about me getting hurt very often (it's only when I'm doing any missions with May that he has to worry). but also, it comes a bit innately for me - like the way my evol is used most often is for shields so... yeah

🎈— what is your most precious memory with them?

gonna say it's our first kiss - he takes me up to Snowcrest thinking that the change of scenery would help with my writing (and he's going up there anyway to assist Dr. Noah with research) and we have a heartfelt conversation under the aurora and end up kissing <3

🐇 — what kind of pet do you think you could raise together with them?

i think we'd have a cat (or multiple cats, I'm not picky) but yeah! he's already been shown to have a fondness for them anyways :3

💍— what is their view on marriage?

the way this game is - he'd only want to marry me; though he doesn't know if he'll be allowed to (astra's whole curse on him bc of the foreseer version of him - astra's 'tools' were not allowed to fall in love and guess what happened lol) but yeah, he'd definitely be happy getting married to me

🎀 — do you have any matching clothes with them? If so, what does it look like?

i think we'd have coordinating outfits (like not identical matches but similar patterns & whatnot that look good together) - though maybe matching sweaters (I'm picturing like something with like a snowflake pattern or something similar hehe :3)

🧸— favourite gifts from each other?

i like anything he gets me - though it's usually either plushies or snacks (or occasionally video games (he has the salary where it's fine and he'd rather spend on me anyway)). for him, he likes the pastries that i give him - they're all made by me and he has such a sweet tooth. though i think he'd honestly like anything i give him - so long as there's love and thought behind the gift.

🌱 — how do you make up with each other after an argument?

we rarely argue - we're pretty decent at bringing things up before they become a problem. i think the only thing we'd argue over is if one of us got in unnecessary danger fighting wanderers and our method of making up would be similar - making the other a warm drink & a snack and apologizing. given that this is mostly out of concern, the argument ends pretty easily with a promise to be more careful in the future

🩹 — if you or your f/o got hurts, how would the other react?

he'd be upset but he'd know immediately how to treat me - he'd only take me to the hospital if it were serious enough (i swear, he'd even give stitches if he had to - he's very much capable). for me, i'd be concerned and i'd help him treat it however i can (he's given himself stitches before so i doubt i'd be much help but i can bandage any wounds if i have to) - though i hate any time he's hurting because of his evol because i can't do anything besides try to warm him up - making him tea or hot cocoa and cuddling him if i can...

❄️ — how would you spend Christmas with them?

there'd be a lot of making snowmen together & going to look at the lights (whether walking to do so or driving around) - we'd decorate his apartment together & set up a tree and bake together <3 basically the coziest version of the holiday possible

🎃 — what is your Halloween costume? Do they match with your f/o?

it varies - i like dressing up as all sorts of things. i do think he'd like to match if he's capable (i see this as him potentially dressing up for the children in the pediatrics' ward or smth for Halloween). could do things like vampires or animals (thinking cats again) or something like that ^-^

🌠 — if you or your f/o could make one wish come true, what would it be?

for me, it'd be for him to be free of astra's curse. i'd want him to be able to fall in love without the consequences of his evol hurting him. honestly, i think his wish would be the same - basically his only wish is to be with me (the birthday event really confirmed that).

📸 — do you have any photos of your f/o? do you use it as your wallpaper?

yes and yes! i have... 288 screenshots & 45 specifically that are 3* and 4* from the game - not to mention what i have saved on Pinterest (which i don't have in separate folders so idk the number) - for my wallpaper, i use a background switcher and it rotates through like pictures of all my f/os - specifically the folder i use for zayne is the official memories (so it pulls from those 45 :3)

🫕 — camping together seems fun, who cooks and who set up the tent?

honestly... i think if we were camping we'd end up renting a cabin or something but he'd be the one to set up the tent & we'd cook together :3

🍝 — do you two share your foods with each other? have you try feeding them yourself?

we do! really the only thing he wouldn't want off my plate is carrots & I'm usually pretty picky, but we'll share sweets and chips and stuff :3 and yes (in the birthday card, he asked me to feed him cake - it was cute :3) but he's not shy taking bites when i hold food out for him and vice versa :3

💄— what nicknames or pet names do you two use for each other?

My Pet Names for Him: darling, love, dearest, baby (among others) (i use so many pet names, literally like any you can think of honestly) His Pet Names for Me: Angel, darling, love (among others); he'd also call me his shadow occasionally alluding to my evol hehe

💎 — if you and your f/o were in a fake relationship/marriage, who do you think would lose at falling in love first?

I think it'd be the trope of both of us already having feelings for the other when the fake relationship starts but I'd probably cave first in revealing that my feelings are real.

🍿 — your perception of them and their perception of you?

zayne -> me: sweetheart, adorably shy when it comes to talking to other people, talented baker, basically the sun personified. concerned that people might try to take advantage of my kindness (but also knowing i can defend myself if i need to)

me -> zayne: super smart, super capable doctor who just needs a lot of love, deserves so much love & recognition (also dawnbreaker specifically - precious boy who deserves more than the game's giving him honestly). concerned that he overworks himself but also knowing he'll listen to me if i want him to rest (or i can make him rest at least sometimes hehe)

🍒 — what would your contact names be for each other?

Honestly his for me would likely be my name or 'darling' or something like that. I'd probably have him as 'Future Husband' or 'My Husband' with a heart emoji <3

🏷️ — what is you and your f/o's ship name? how did you decide on that name?

i don't have one but honestly i'd use something related to jasmine given that those flowers are significant to his lore <3; his tag, however, 'under the aurora's glow' is related to our first kiss <3 (also it showed up in the birthday video they posted; it literally said 'under the aurora' and i was like ooh a sign we're canon hehe)

[atopvisenyashill]

@transdimensional-void

don’t apologize, i love hearing people’s thoughts! especially on this one, i was kinda nervous about posting it bc while it’s generally accepted that jae is terrible to saera (altho i’ve seen people excuse his treatment of saera smh), i also have alarm bells ringing about his potential relationship with viserra, daella, and gael, and i was worried accusing jae of csa was gonna be considered super spicy as a take lmao.

the "there has to be something lurking beneath the surface" is basically where i come down as well. i’m not sure if he necessarily meant to imply csa in the strict definition of the term (ie, jaehaerys actually does rape or otherwise sexually assault his daughters) instead of “just” the creepy control of & obsession with their sexualities, but i do feel grrm meant to comment on the fact that even “good” kings are hiding this really evil side of themselves and can get away with it because they have unlimited power at their control (and also dragons). the drinking in particular + aly & alyssa’s use of language that targ women are “for” a man, and this language almost immediately being used to harm them (with jae’s rape of aly & alyssa’s death in childbirth) was really what made me start to suspect grrm might want to call our attention to a deeper layer of abuse going on.

the fact that both twoiaf and f&b start with in character “notes from the author” about the political landscape they’re writing the book in makes me think he wants you to take note of gyldayn’s biases and the biases of his sources as well. that’s the main reason i think a lot of people (specifically fans of aly & jae) came away from f&b confused. they felt like jaehaerys isn’t written as the good king he’s supposed to be and “is this what grrm feels a good king is when jae is so relentlessly misogynistic?” but a) gyldayn is wildly sexist as well, i think he posits a lot of stuff as being positive that our main characters wouldn’t [like cersei, the based baelor the blessed hater] and b) i do not think jae is meant to be a “good” king lol and he never was! like we can definitely argue over whether grrm got lazy wrt some aspects of ruling in jae’s reign (jae is often just super lucky in battle ya know) but when it comes to jae needing to be talked into all of his famous “good” decisions by aly & barth or his general treatment of his family, i think it’s very much on purpose that he is a menacing figure in their lives.

ALSO...tbh yeah that makes a lot of sense re: them marrying back into the family. If Viserra had lived and had children with Theomore, any daughters could have married Daemon without much pushback because Theomore has six goddamn children to find matches for, he doesn't need his seventh for any political alliances the way a firstborn daughter would be treated. And of course, if he really wanted, any sons could always marry back into the family but that seems to happen way less than girls marrying into the family (altho tbf we don't have a lot of second and third sons that live long enough to marry lol). It definitely means that his daughters and granddaughters are still basically under his control (they're "for" him) even though they've left home; he still gets to have control over their sexuality and marriages like he does his daughters.

on a more sinister level, there's something about him not just finding husbands that are old and ugly with heirs already but also a kind of weird fixation of like, making sure his daughters don't like their husbands, almost. like, it stood out to me that alysanne considers theomore a good match because he was a hot shot when she was a child, never mind that she's a grown ass woman right now!! to me, it almost reads like jaehaerys saying "oh if you think i'm an old creep i'll show you an old creep" as a way of trying to reclaim his youth, when he was still a promising boy king and not an aging old man who butchered peasants emotionally tortured his daughters. it also means he still has access to young girls even after alysanne reaches menopause :(

patterns of abuse with jaehaerys

this post made me deeply depressed and i reread f&b which was my first mistake.

tldr i’m making the argument that jaehaerys definitely sexually abused saera and alysanne, and likely viserra and gael, and also i hate this man. if you disagree and want to say so *nicely* that’s cool but if you hardcore love jae and don’t want to hear criticism, maybe just scroll past bc i’m not nice to him at all (obviously, i’m accusing him of csa lol).

breaking this down by each woman, so there’s 6 sections: saera, viserra, daella, gael, alysanne, and alicent.

saera targaryen

If she were the king’s firstborn, or better still his only child, she would be well content. Instead she finds herself the ninthborn, with six living siblings who are older than her and even more adored. Aemon is to be king, Baelon most like will be his Hand, Alyssa may be all her mother is and more, Vaegon is more learned than she is, Maegelle is holier, and Daella…when does a day go by when Daella is not in need of comfort? And whilst she is being soothed, Saera is being ignored. Such a fierce little thing she is, they say, she has no need of comfort. They are wrong in that, I fear. All men need comfort.

that’s septon barth’s opinion on her and barth is always right. simply put, she’s a deeply neglected child who acts like a brat to get her parents attention because she’s learned the only way they’ll pay attention to her is if she’s causing a problem.

Before she was eleven, she was stealing wine and ale instead. By twelve, she was like as not to arrive drunk when summoned to the sept for prayer.

The king’s half-witted fool, Tom Turnip, was the victim of many of her japes, and her unwitting catspaw for others. Once, before a great feast where many lords and ladies were to be in attendance, she persuaded Tom that it would be much funnier if he performed naked. It was not well received.

stealing alcohol at 10 and being a committed alcoholic at 12 is not normal behavior. it is a sign of something deeply at wrong at home. also, the way she kind of, sexually humiliated tom, someone who is too “innocent” to even realize she’s sexually humiliating him…gives me the ick re: how she views sex.

Saera had learned the art of getting anything she wanted from her father: a kitten, a hound, a pony, a hawk, a horse (Jaehaerys did draw a firm line at the elephant). Queen Alysanne was far less gullible, however, and Septon Barth tells us that Saera’s sisters all misliked her to various degrees.

i don’t like this. nothing wrong with giving your child gifts (see ned going above and beyond to get arya not just instruction on how to fight but also a specific style that would gel with being smaller than your average opponent) but in conjunction with “jaehaerys ignores saera unless she’s pressing him for an expensive gift which he immediately gives her and alysanne doesn’t get why he caved so quickly” its an alarming dynamic.

also speaks to how isolated saera specifically was, that the only siblings that like her (aemon and baelon) are usually out and about, and there’s a clear wedge between saera and her sisters, even viserra.

The screams were coming from Tom Turnip, who was lurching helplessly in circles trying to escape from half a dozen naked whores, whilst the patrons of the house laughed uproariously and shouted on the harlots. Jonah Mooton, Red Roy Connington, and Stinger Beesbury were amongst those patrons, each one drunker than the last. They had thought it would be funny to see old Turnip do the deed, Red Roy admitted. Then Jonah Mooton laughed and said the jape had all been Saera’s notion, and what a funny girl she was.

again with sexually humiliating tom.

it continues with her friends. it’s not unusual for a 15 year old girl to want to fool around with other 15 year olds but alys and perri are all guilt ridden and upset and alys is with child. it reminds me a lot of cersei sexually abusing taena in affc. when she’s caught (now, mind you, she’s been marched in front of her parents sitting on the throne and not brought to them in their private rooms. she’s being treated right off the bat as if she’s guilty of a crime and not guilty of being a shitty teenager):

“She went from denial to dismissal to quibbling to contrition to accusation to justification to defiance in the space of an hour, with stops at giggling and weeping along the way,” Septon Barth would write. “She never did it, they were lying, it never happened, how could they believe that, it was just a game, it was just a jape, who said that, that was not how it happened, everyone likes kissing, she was sorry, Peri started it, it was such fun, no one was hurt, no one ever told her kissing was bad, Sweetberry had dared her, she was so ashamed, Baelon used to kiss Alyssa all the time, once she started she did not know how to stop, she was afraid of Stinger, the Mother Above had forgiven her, all the girls were doing it, the first time she was drunk, she had never wanted to, it was what men wanted, Maegelle said the gods forgave all sins, Jonah said he loved her, the gods had made her pretty, it was not her fault, she would be good from now on, it will be as if it never happened, she would marry Red Roy Connington, they had to forgive her, she would never kiss a man again or do any of those other things, it wasn’t her who was with child, she was their daughter, she was their little girl, she was a princess, if she were queen she would do as she liked, why wouldn’t they believe her, they never loved her, she hated them, they could whip her if they wanted but she would never be their slave. She took my breath away, this girl. There was never a mummer in all the land who gave such a performance, but by the end she was exhausted and afraid, and her mask slipped.”

What does Jaehaerys ask after all of this? “Have you given any of these boys your maidenhead?” Her response:

“True?” said Saera. It was in that moment, with that word, that the contempt came out. “No. I gave it to all three. They all think they were the first. Boys are such silly fools.”

Now mind you, Alyssa and Daella have both died of childbirth recently and her parents are mad she had sex as a 16 year old bordering on 17 year old, and not the fact that she like, at best peer pressured her besties into having sex and now one of them is pregnant. jaehaerys has only asked if she’s still a virgin.

“I will be married,” the princess said. “Why shouldn’t I be? You were married at my age. I shall be wedded and bedded, but to whom? Jonah and Roy both love me, I could take one of them, but they are both such boys. Stinger does not love me, but he makes me laugh and sometimes makes me scream. I could marry all three of them, why not? Why should I have just one husband? The Conqueror had two wives, and Maegor had six or eight.”

i keep trying not to give my opinion and just lay it all out but the thing is i’d just be reposting the whole scene because it’s just filled with so much weird sex stuff. if you don’t remember it, go reread it. it doesn’t feel (to me) like regular “george is bad at writing sex” vibes but “george is purposefully trying to skeeve you out” vibes but i am willing to admit i could be wrong and he really just doesn’t understand what he wrote.

anyways remember how i said saera acts out to get attention from her parents? all she’s done here is act out, her “crimes” are basically nonexistent; beyond how alys feels about being pregnant, saera consensually had sex with boys around her age who aren’t married, and then blithely compared herself to some asshole relatives. if your teenager idolizes dick cheney that’s probably worrying but not a crime! this is not how jae treats it however.

When the princess heard his words, she rushed toward him, crying, “Father, Father!” but Jaehaerys turned his back on her, and Gyles Morrigen caught her by the arm and wrenched her away. She would not go of her own accord, so the guards were forced to drag her from the hall, wailing and sobbing and calling for her father.

The king was angry and unyielding, for his shame was deeply felt, and he could not forget Saera’s taunting words about his uncle’s wives. “She is no longer my daughter,” he said more than once. Queen Alysanne could not find it in her heart to be so harsh, however. “

saera tries to escape.

This time the princess was not allowed to return to her own chambers. She was confined to a tower cell instead, with Jonquil Darke guarding her day and night, even in the privy.

Princess Saera watched from the window of her cell. Jonquil Darke, her gaoler, made certain that she did not turn away.

that’s as her dad is murdering stinger btw. is he a creepy 19 year old? yeah. but like, making your 15 year old watch you murder her 19 year old trust fund baby stoner boyfriend sure is something.

so then they sent her to the silent sisters where she’s beaten all the time and has to pray all the time and she runs away, becomes a sex worker and literally never looks back.

The truth did not come out until a year later, when the former princess was seen in a Lysene pleasure garden, still clad as a novice. Queen Alysanne wept to hear it. “They have made our daughter into a whore,” she said. “She always was,” the king replied.

“You need her as a Dornishman needs a pit viper,” Jaehaerys said. “I am sorry. King’s Landing has sufficient whores. I do not wish to hear her name again.”

but before we move on, let’s look at one more related ick, when saera’s sons show up to the great council:

From Essos came three rival competitors, grandsons of King Jaehaerys through his daughter Saera, each sired by a different father. One was said to be the very image of his grandsire in his youth.

after her drinking, acting out, and jaehaerys’ focus on calling her a whore, explicitly pointing out that one of her grandsons looks just like jae is a choice. i know they’re super inbred. it’s still uncomfortable in context.

viserra targaryen

alysanne makes no sense here but i’m just gonna quickly explain instead of lay it out or we will be here all day bc viserra’s engagement is completely nonsensical. theomore manderly is old, ugly, has a shitton of heirs, and viserra clearly doesn’t want to marry him. also if she wanted to be queen, why is she going after baelon, aemon is still alive. anyways jaehaerys is no help here, then she goes to baelon for help, but she’s also super drunk.

Frustrated, Viserra next turned to her brother Baelon in hopes of rescue, if court gossip can be believed. Slipping past his guards into his bedchamber one night, she disrobed and waited for him, making free with the prince’s wine whilst she lingered. When Prince Baelon finally appeared, he found her drunk and naked in his bed and sent her on her way. The princess was so unsteady that she required the help of two maids and a knight of the Kingsguard to get her safely back to her own apartments.

she gets drunk with some friends again, goes riding, breaks her neck. i wanted to point out this pattern of drinking and acting out at a young age. as well as this pattern of targaryen daughters who aren’t “meant��� for a brother and are promised to men who are old and with heirs

daella targaryen

i wanted to add daella because her getting married at 15 makes as little sense as viserra, and her match to a old man with several heirs is equally nonsensical. but also this:

“I would never marry her,” the boy said, in front of half the court. “She can barely read. She should find some lord in need of stupid children, for that’s the only sort he will ever have of her.”

where did vaegon get that mouth.

Daella was not clever, even her septa had to admit. She learned to read after a fashion, but haltingly, and without full comprehension. She could not seem to commit even the simplest prayers to memory. She had a sweet voice, but was afraid to sing; she always got the words wrong. She loved flowers, but was frightened of gardens; a bee had almost stung her once.

Jaehaerys, even more than Alysanne, despaired of her. “She will not even speak to a boy. How is she to marry? We could entrust her to the Faith, but she does not know her prayers, and her septa says that she cries when asked to read aloud from The Seven-Pointed Star.”

The queen always rose to her defense. “Daella is sweet and kind and gentle. She has such a tender heart. Give me time, and I will find a lord to cherish her. Not every Targaryen needs to wield a sword and ride a dragon.”

so daella is 12 at this point.

Her sixteenth nameday was fast approaching, and with it her womanhood. Queen Alysanne was at her wit’s end, and the king had lost his patience. On the first day of the 80th year since Aegon’s Conquest, he told the queen he wanted Daella wed before the year’s end. “If she wants I can find a hundred men and line them up before her naked, and she can pick the one she likes,” he said. “I would sooner she wed a lord, but if she prefers a hedge knight or a merchant or Pate the Pig Boy, I am past the point of caring, so long as she picks someone.”

i just don’t like this. other “simple” targs are not required to marry, like vaella and aelora, two of daeron ii’s grandfaughters so i don’t get why daella is pressured into marrying before she’s even of age. at least jae 2 forced rhaella and aerys because of a prophecy? what is jae’s reasoning for so sexualizing his daughter?

gael targaryen

this one is definitely a reach but i’d like to point out that this is basically all we know about gael:

Princess Gael, a sweet, shy child of seven, became the queen’s constant shadow and support, even sharing her bed at night.

and our information on how she dies is so shady:

A sweet-natured girl, but frail and somewhat simpleminded, she remained with the queen long after her other children had grown and gone, but in 99 AC she vanished from court, and soon afterward it was announced that she had died of a summer fever. Only after both her parents were gone did the true tale come out. Seduced and abandoned by a traveling singer, the princess had given birth to a stillborn son, then, overwhelmed by grief, walked into the waters of Blackwater Bay and drowned.

how does gael get pregnant by a traveling singer when she never leaves her mother’s side? why doesn’t anyone in court know gael got pregnant and killed herself until after aly and jae both die and how was this even found out?

am i implying that jaehaerys sexually abused all four of his daughters? yes because he literally sexually abuses his own wife.

alysanne targaryen

“I am forty-two years old,” she told the king. “You must be content with the children I have given you. I am more suited to be a grandmother than a mother now, I fear.”

King Jaehaerys did not share her certainty. “Our mother, Queen Alyssa, was forty-six when she gave birth to Jocelyn,” he pointed out to Grand Maester Elysar. “The gods may not be done with us.” He was not wrong. The very next year, the Grand Maester informed Queen Alysanne that she was once more with child, to her surprise and dismay.

he uses the birth that killed their mother and that is condemned by rhaena and alysanne as reckless and cruel of rogar to force on her. that birth.

at this point as well, he had abused saera and daella, then they’re gone, then viserra starts drinking and dies, then jae marital rapes aly into having gael, giving him access to another young girl to abuse…i’m aware this is a very uncharitable reading of him but…

alicent hightower (and kind of alyssa targaryen)

Ser Otto’s precocious fifteen-year-old daughter, Alicent, became his constant companion, fetching His Grace his meals, reading to him, helping him to bathe and dress himself. The Old King sometimes mistook her for one of his daughters, calling her by their names; near the end, he grew certain she was his daughter Saera, returned to him from beyond the narrow sea.

saera is the one he fixated on yet again but notable that he’s fixated on his daughters as he dies and not his sons, despite jaehaerys turning to drink after aemon died bc he was so upset.

He announced his intention to wed Lady Alicent of House Hightower, the clever and lovely eighteen-year-old daughter of the King’s Hand, the girl who had read to King Jaehaerys as he lay dying.

The Hightowers of Oldtown were an ancient and noble family, of impeccable lineage; there could be no possible objection to the king’s choice of bride. Even so, there were those who murmured that the Hand had risen above himself, that he had brought his daughter to court with this in mind. A few even cast doubt on Lady Alicent’s virtue, suggesting she had welcomed King Viserys into her bed even before Queen Aemma’s death. (These calumnies were never proved, though Mushroom repeats them in his Testimony and goes so far as to claim that reading was not the only service Lady Alicent performed for the Old King in his bedchamber.)

i know it’s just mushroom being a perv but a rumor that 15 year old alicent “serviced” jaehaerys existing besides rumors that he mistook 15 year old alicent for the daughter he last saw when she was 17 - and viserra was 15, gael 19, and daella 15, all around alicent’s age and all died before age 20. all the targaryen girls that weren’t born “for” a brother exit the narrative after some sort of sexual abuse that centers around jae, as teenagers; daenerys was born for aemon, alyssa for baelon, and maegelle for vaegon before they both fucked off and maegelle was too pious (and too old). this idea of being “for” a brother leads directly to alyssa’s death before 30:

“You were made for battles, and I was made for this. Viserys and Daemon and Aegon, that’s three. As soon as I am well, let’s make another. I want to give you twenty sons. An army of your own!” It was not to be. Alyssa Targaryen had a warrior’s heart in a woman’s body, and her strength failed her. She never fully recovered from Aegon’s birth, and died within the year at only four-and-twenty.

and alysanne being “for” jaehaerys is how he excusing sexually abusing her into a risky pregnancy. essentially what i fear is that because saera, daella, viserra, and gael aren’t “for” someone, jaehaerys gets it into his mind that that are for him. even without him raping them tho, that subtext is there! he is entitled to saera’s virginity and calls her a whore multiple times, even decades after she’s left, and murders her boyfriend in front of her. he claims a weird sexual ownership over his neurodivergent daughter daella and his alcoholic, depressed daughter viserra, and we get zero information on gael’s pregnancy or his reaction to it. but jaehaerys deciding his daughters are “for” him certainly has a basis in canon just judging from the erratic and worrying behavior of his younger daughters.

jaehaerys is a creep and i hate him and i don’t know how much of this is on purpose (like, will aegon vi or dany find out jaehaerys was a shady pedo and it shatters their world? will dunk and egg find it out and it affects their plot somehow? did george just put it in there to make a comment on power and monarchy and misogyny, similar to aegon iv raping the bracken women? or is just there for window dressing creepiness, like “i will pepper in the fact that jaehaerys is sexually obsessed with his daughters” thing?) or if george just made jaehaerys sexually obsessed with his daughters on accident?

on the one hand, it seems out of character for george. he romanticizes drogo thru dany’s eyes but it’s clear he’s meant to be seen as a creep (dany talking about being pregnant followed by “she had just turned 14” is sickeningly jarring for a reason) and also, drogo dies bc of his own pride. sansa doesn’t like any of the old dudes touching her; she is at least marginally freaked out by her wedding night, the unkiss, and lf & dontos taking liberties with her, and rightly. the story that’s told about the mountain raping a girl and making the father pay him is meant to disgust us. the walk of shame is a harrowing chapter to read, because whatever cersei’s crimes, this sexual humiliation is not something she deserves. on and on. yes, we all hate the way arya is sexualized in the mercy chapter, but crucially, she’s not blithely and happily seducing these pervs, she’s going hard candy on their asses. is this just messy set up for something like that?? i think, given how little dany knows about her family’s crimes that somehow learning jae sexually abused (and maybe even impregnated) his own daughters after she herself experiences sexual abuse would be huge. the same goes for aegon vi learning that sexual abuse runs rampant in his family tree; would he empathize with saera hiding out in essos to escape the sexual abuse of her father, see some of elia and his own plight in her? in gael?

or did george really just. not realize how sexually obsessed jaehaerys was with his daughters?

idk how to end this. where’s the winds of winter george i need answers.

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the type of dads they'd be

w atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa, oikawa, iwa, kuroo, bokuto & ushijima

warnings: all characters are aged up (married), everyone has daughters cuz i'm soft for that kind of crap, and just domestic stuff ig

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✵ atsumu

ya know those types of dads your friends crush on? that's atsumu. whenever he picks up your daughter from kindergarten after training, your child is always surrounded by a mob of girls from her class - some were even from the higher grade levels 💀 they'd squeal so loud when they spot your husband's sports car come into view, making your daughter think he's their dad. they would even gossip about how lucky you were, to have been married to the blonde and how you're probably not even that pretty 🙄 atsumu would be nice to these girls - thinking they were d/n's friends, while they were obviously only being chummy with you bc ur dad was a pro athlete. so d/n couldn't help but throw a dirty smirk their way when her dad carries her and gives her a kiss on the cheek. d/n's not sharing lol

bonus: imagine the look on those girls' faces when both you and atsumu pick up your daughter the next day. they thought u were a literal mowdel cuz u hot sis 💅 #powercouple

✵ osamu

perfect husband? mhmm. loving father? oh yes. i see osamu as the family type of guy, who's a super chill parent but isn't lacking in the disciplining department. he's fully aware of the spats he and tsumu had when growing up, so he knows how important it is to be fair in everything involving his twin girls. they want the same toy? samu will buy another one. a twin gets something the other doesn't? daddy osamu to the rescue. what he does have trouble diving equally however, is his attention. to your dismay, both of your girls are daddy's girls - and they'd always argue about who gets to his on your husband's lap, or play with his hair, and even help him make meals. it's exhausting, but your husband wouldn't want it any other way. they're his girls after all, but it doesn't help the fact that you sometimes compete with your kids over his attention lol.

✵ suna

your husband and daughter drive you insane. they're like the exact same person who honestly share the same brain cell. all they do is nap, nap, nap - and you guessed it! NAP 24/7 while you're left doing all the chores. bless ur poor back 🥲 you were pretty sure the both of them have atleast ten hours of sleep at night, sometimes a bit less for rin whenever he games with the miyas, but they always seem to be so tired. it also doesn't help that your husband is absolute trash at telling d/n off, so you're left to do all the disciplining. making you the "evil" parent while your daughter sees rin as her saviour. everytime there's an issue, it's always 2 against 1 (ur the minority babe) and you've had enough! when u start ignoring the both of them and giving them the "passive aggressive" treatment, u bet they got their act together and are now at your beck and call 😌

✵ oikawa

another one who just can't say no his darling princess 😔 oikawa would spoil your daughter rotten, to the point where it becomes too much. anything she demands, he hands it to her on a gold platter. clothes, jewelry, toys, electronics, and even her own debit card 💀 (may i remind u d/n's only 6) it's gotten to the stage wherein your daughter was growing up to be super stuck up and over her head. you tried putting her in her place, but the brat doesn't listen to you. lol she doesn't even listen to her father. but to be fair, oikawa doesn't even try scolding d/n, all she has to do is whine and throw out her puppy dog eyes and all is forgiven. but u know who can put your daughter in her place? uncle iwa-chan ✋ both your husband and d/n literally line up saluting whenever iwa comes over - courtesy to your invitation of course. after a few whacks to oikawa's head and a firm talking with d/n, the house 👏is 👏 in 👏 order👏 .... until they get sloppy and u call iwa again.

✵ iwa

finally, somebody you can actually rely on 💀 Iwa's the ideal father figure, and any offspring of his can easily pass for a veteran's account. as ive mentioned in oiks's hc, iwa's an expert at dealing with spoiled children and adults so it's practically a given that he'll be the one doing most of the correcting when it comes to handling d/n. babe's a brat magnet i swear since this is iwa's child we're talking about, your daughter doesn't even have tantrums, even if she doesn't get what she wants. d/n's respectful, obedient, and everything oikawa's child isn't lol. despite being stern though, iwa's really soft with his family. he does d/n's hair and picks out her outfit for pre-school. after picking her up, he'll sometimes take her out for ice-cream, or if she does especially well in a test, he'll reward her by getting her something he knows she would like. 10/10 father material 🙌

✵ kuroo

good luck to d/n cuz this one's the type to embarrass his kid in front of other people. ya know those parents that demand a kiss when dropping off their kid? hm yup, this is kuroo. when his daughter refused to, man literally followed her outside and it's like time legit stopped when he dramatically called out d/n's name. other kids started whispering, so sucking up her pride, your daughter quickly gave her dad a kiss on the cheek, and turned to leave. but being the annoying piece of *censor* kuroo is, he turns her around and asked her to kiss his other cheek too cuz "it's not fair." ... yo, d/n's so done rn ✋ it's her first day of kindergarten and her dad's already messing it up. as well all know, kuroo's a dorky man, so yes - expect the dad jokes 💀 he thinks he's so smooth, and d/n actually asks you if you regret marrying him. on the contrary, your daughter is very, very, very smart. she memorized the entire periodic table, knows how to explain the concept of acids and bases, reads about chemical reactions, and listens to chemistry podcasts. all at the tender age of seven years old 💅 so in a way, she does take after your husband.

✵bokuto

that really fun dad every kid is jealous of. bo would be a very affectionate father, always squishing d/n's cheeks or spinning her around the living room. it's so precious how he loves showing your daughter off to his teammates, and buying her souvenirs from the places msby travelled to. they'll have this best friend dynamic where you're the third wheel 🤡 that doesn't mean they don't love you though! because they fight for your affections like all the time. like, if they went out somewhere together and you stay at home - they'll make it a race to see who could get to you first when they come back. they'll be such babies about it technically d/n is a baby, and bo's considered one too rip expect these two to always been hugging or whining for your attention. it's all fun and games until one of them becomes emo tho. yup, it runs in the blood so d/n inherited your husband's ridiculous mood swings. if one of them is in a bad mood, the other one who will quickly follow. ur starting to think it's a disease 💀 better have akaashi on speed dial 📲

✵ sakusa

he's super observant! he knows everything there is to know about d/n. from the curl of her hair all the way down to what shoe size fits her. he knows right away if something's wrong, so of your daughter comes home feeling sad, but tries her best to smile, believe me - he knows. sakusa wouldn't confront her about it head on, but would gently coax d/n into confiding in him herself. he understand how important space and patience is, so he implements this in his parenting. once d/n tells him about what's bothering her, he'll listen quietly to what she has to say. your husband may be the silent and aloof type, but you and your daughter bring out a completely different side to him. a side nobody thought even existed, so consider yourself lucky.

✵ ushijima

the type of dad that goes, "go ask your mother" whenever his daughter asks him for permission for something. dads are honestly more lenient than moms, so your daughter always goes to your husband first whenever she wants something, and this man - after being duped by d/n so many times before finally learned how to take a stand. little does your poor husband know... whenever she wants chocolate at night, or wants to stay up passed her bedtime she asked ushijima and when he'd bring up whether or not d/n's asked you for permission, she lies and says you have. toshi, oh poor, poor toshi, doesn't believe his sweet pumpkin to be a liar so he believes her 🥲 that is, until you arrive home and demand an explanation for all the mess.

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a discussion of jabberwock with team interaction hcs + deeper nash analysis

for anon who asked "Can we get some headcanons for jabberwock members or like headcanons when they're together? (its okay if it was jason or nash only)" and made me realise it's about time i get these guys' personalities down

note before we start: cause i didn't know their names until i wrote this

zack is the bald one, allen is the one with a headband, nick is the other white guy apart from nash.

team hcs

nick gets bullied for being under 6ft, but not by jason

nah good old jason teases all of them for being short fucks, emphasising that they’re all 5ft tall in comparison to him

he 100% lifts things out of the others' reach and then laughs for ages after when they try get them

unfortunately though, they’re all used to this and now just ignore him. either that or nash stares at him so intensely jason actually repents and hands it back

zack’s another one with a very good glare, but he’s used it too often on jason and it’s since stopped working.

also jason gives me ‘straightens his back as much as possible when getting measured so he’ll measure in as 7ft’ vibes

oh and he thinks he could wrestle a gator and win. i’ve got no explanation for that except for the fact you can't tell me it's ooc.

allen’s very protective over his white headband - it’s his lucky item - but he’d never let anyone know that

he’s confident in his abilities like the rest of them, but there’s nothing wrong with wearing a headband just in case

(nash knows anyway)

they watch nba matches together and do not shut up once throughout the entire match - lots of jeering, booing each other if someone criticises a player they like, lots of “i could do that”, lots of “get your fucking hand out of my popcorn do you want me to punch you in the face” etc

they used to all live together, but nash has since moved out. he was sick and tired of trying to make people do chores, as the only one who kept their room clean.

yeah the others’ house looks like a heap of trash but also very much “where’s my toothbrush?” “it’s in the third coke can by the orange peel behind the sink” *silence* “yeah thanks” *a minute later* “who the fuck has been using my toothbrush”

they’re all “bro your dribbling sucks why are you on this team loser” to one another, but also very protective (aka arrogant for one another) if anyone else Dared to criticise one of their teammates

then again, what kind of person would criticise jabberwock

half of the time he spends with jabberwock, nash is a Single Mother TM trying to get a bunch of man children to behave; the other half of the time, he's just as bad as the rest of them

i talk about this a lot but i get the feeling nash is an exceptionally hard worker, but at least he gets to let his hair down around his teammates sometimes

nash is also the only person jason thought was truly ‘strong’ at first sight

and nash is also the only person who can beat jason in a fight, and also the only person who can get nash to train, and also the only person who can.. [etc. you see my point].

(n.b jason calls himself the ‘almighty me’, nash says that ‘even god can’t beat me’. point made.)

you know how jason silver’s motto is “I have never thought”

imagine him proudly stating that, before zack adds with a straight face, “yeah cause nash does it for you.”

in short, the team would fall apart without nash.

although the team’s communication and coordination is very fine tuned, nash is the guy who keeps everything in order off the court to prevent what is essentially a team of aces ('main characters', if you will) from falling apart

they hang out together a lot, but do all have other friend groups that do not overlap

team bbqs

unofficial rule not to criticise anchovies on pizza because the one time nick did, nash snapped

however pineapple on pizza is fair game, even though zack quite likes it

more than once, jason has brought a girl home and nick has stolen her attention away with effortless trick shots, funky ball manoeuvring etc

more than once nick has had to trek to nash’s place (with a black eye) at midnight to have somewhere to sleep

do you see a correlation?

oh and everyone in the team has been walked in on by nash when they were naked with some girl

nash has absolutely no shame

he apologises to the girl with a charming albeit insincere tone, and then remains standing in front of the bed/couch until his teammate does what he expected of them

usually it involves not having come to practice

allen learnt a few (emphasis on ‘few’) words of japanese before they travelled to japan and was disappointed that he never got to use them

that said, one of those words was hentai

and now a quick analysis of some panels

a) so there's at least one player who wasn't underestimating vorpal swords. if i were to overanalyse, i'd add that nick's wearing a hoodie (possibly athletic wear) whilst nash has a 'fancy' shirt on; perhaps nick wasn't expecting them to be going to host clubs instead of chilling/training?

b) i know what you're thinking: "how can you say nash is a hard worker when he didn't want to practice for the match". i reckon he was still pretty high on the complete and utter success of their previous match, that plus being around girls, encouraged him to have a more 'jason-y' personality. (either that or fujimaki didn't want to add too much depth/realism into nash's character bc he's unequivocally the villain, right? and obviously this helps with the plot and the jabberwock bad geniuses gom good geniuses rhetoric.)

earlier, i mentioned how nash is the only one that could keep the team together, and is thus the undeniable head of the team; here's a clear example. you can see both jason and zack have no interest in continuing - if anything, there's disgust in their faces, kinda just saying "we spat on all of japan, now we can go home". whereas nash won't allow for the slightest of possibilities that there might exist a team stronger than them, and hence agrees to the match. the key thing here is that the others do as he says without too much fuss.

another thing to note is nash's reference to harakiri. now what can we make of that, alongside his proficiency in japanese, in relation to his character? the way i see it, he's either a weeb or possibly has some japanese lineage. (you could spin that even further and say his mother was japanese, taught him the language, then abandoned him, and hence his almost excessive hatred/mockery of the japanese people.) (is that why he wanted to do another match in japan..?)

just a quick point. "thanks to him" - jason isn't so superior as to think that he could win this match effortlessly without nash's support. links pretty nicely with my earlier idea about how nash is the only person jason has always considered 100% strong.

yet another point about how nash is the strongest of the team in pretty much every way you can think of. you know how scary/powerful you have to be to shut jason up (after he's getting real pissed from being prevented from scoring?)

i personally think this is a pretty important panel, though i've never seen anyone mention it before. did nash grow up training in a professional basketball training situation, as opposed to growing up playing streetball like i suspect the others did? well, to answer that question, imma bring in another panel.

here we see visible rage on nick, zack and jason's faces - they can't accept their loss, which is fair enough. but i'd argue that nash's face seems to depict sadness more than it does anger like to rest of them, look at how downturned his mouth is - and he's looking away from the 'camera', as if hiding his shame.

when you combine that with what he says here, i have no doubt that this is someone who has experienced some proper lows in basketball - as would be expected from someone who's played 'properly'. he's possibly not even a prodigy like the rest of them - compare jason's motto with his. "i have never thought" versus "do not suppose opportunity will knock twice at your door".

there's various lines of thinking you could design with this - he might have been trained by alex (hence, himuro having heard of jabberwock, though he should have known of a team as popular of jabberwock regardless), he might have grown up with professional basketballer parents etc. but here's my own little theory:

nash received serious basketball training from early on - maybe because his parents were living vicariously through him, or maybe he always loved the sport and wanted to be no1. so there he was training away, but, as he grew older, it started getting all a bit too much.

he didn't want to dedicate his entire life to basketball. after all, his hobby is water sports and his speciality is boxing; that's a lot of different things to be keeping up with, whereas the pipeline for promising athletes demands people focus solely on basketball. as a result, nash become bitter: stopped attending practice regularly, got in trouble for trash talk of increasing severity, etc.

result was he was kicked out of the program.

only when he was no longer playing basketball again, did he realise how much he missed it. and hence he got into streetball, where he was tremendously successful as someone with so much training, 'elite skills', and the overly confident attitude to boot.

then, one fateful day, he met jason and the rest is history.

[atlabeth]

hold onto me (im a little unsteady) - sokka x reader

i was listening to the song when i came up w this so feel free to listen to that if you want

summary: a late night with sokka reminds you that even on the worst days, you always have someone in your corner.

a/n: lmao this is 100% self indulgent i have no excuses. my parents are getting divorced and almost every time they're together they argue and so this is just a comfort fic after it happened again tonight bc GD i wish i had a sokka. this one goes out to all my divorce babies or people with parents that never stop arguing. you are very loved<3

wc: 1.7k, this got away from me lol

warning(s): mentions of parents arguing n shit, like the tiniest mentions of implying sex and problems with consent (in general, not with them), but this is all fluff

hey. i know you’re probably asleep right now but could you come over?

It was far too late at night when you sent the text. A question asked on a whim, an offer that would most likely go ignored due to the boy on the other end being asleep.

But goddammit, you really didn’t care. Even if he didn’t respond, just hitting ‘send’ made you feel slightly better. You had already taken refuge in one of the sweatshirts he had left at your house (read: one that you had stolen and refused to give back) and as your eyes fell on the glow of the digital clock on your bedside table, you were once again reminded of how stupid this was.

But you heard the telltale buzz of a notification and all but lunged for your phone, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips. You didn’t know why you ever doubted him.

sokka💙: you know i never sleep babe

sokka💙: a curse of my genius

sokka💙: im omw

you’re the best thank you love<3

A pair of fuzzy socks and a refilled water bottle later, you heard the sound of something hitting your window. Though you tensed up at first, a roll of your eyes was all it took before you remembered just who you had invited over. Another smile took over as you pushed yourself off of your bed, pushing the curtains aside in time to see another pebble hit the pane.

A physical effort took place to stifle the laugh as you pushed your window up, and you leaned against the sill on your elbows to get a better look at your ridiculous boyfriend.

“Throwing rocks at my window? I think I’m stuck in a bad romcom.”

He grinned and let the remaining pebbles fall to the ground. “It’s what’s to be expected from your Prince Charming, right? Besides, I’m assuming that your parents wouldn’t just let me walk through the front door at this hour.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Just the sight of Sokka was always enough to make you feel better, and tonight was no exception. The vice on your heart was already starting to loosen. “Right as usual. Think you’ll catch me if I jump?”

He laughed and made a show of looking up and down the distance and then at his arms. “I’d like to say so, but I think we’d have better luck if I climb up.”

“You sure you can do that, big guy?” you asked with a teasing grin. He rolled his eyes with the same sentiment.

“Of course I can. I just thank nature that there’s a tree so close to your window. It’s saved me from a lot of embarrassing falls.”

You chuckled and backed away from the window, the slight chill from the night air beginning to get to you. “I’ll leave you to it while I get things ready.”

Truth be told, your room was a total mess at the moment. You knew Sokka wouldn’t care, especially not now, but it put you slightly more at ease to have something in your life that you could control. You were in the middle of shoving some previously strewn-about clothes into your closet when you heard the click of your window closing. When you turned around, you were met with your boyfriend’s smiling face.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured as you walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you kissed him lightly on the lips, unable to stop the blossoming smile nor the warmth that the action gave you. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course.” The softness of his words were in stark contrast to the joking bravado from only minutes earlier, and as you stepped away from his embrace and pushed yourself onto your bed, he joined you on the other side. “And not that I’m not happy to be here, but I just wanna know. What’s going on?”

You sighed, letting one leg hang off the bed as you tucked the other in. It was a testament to Sokka’s power how quickly he had gotten you to forget about the new mess of the night. “The usual showing of fuckall and fuckup. I’m more impressed by how they never run out of things to scream at each other about.”

Your bad joke didn’t get a laugh out of him, which you were secretly glad for. Instead, he snaked an arm around your back and tugged you closer, a contented sigh falling from your lips as you nestled your head into the space between his shoulder and his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

The phrase had gone in one ear and out the other more times than you could count from your parents, but each time Sokka said it, the words held a different weight. You knew it wasn’t your fault in the first place, but guilt didn’t care all that much for logic. You knew he meant it though, and once more the vice loosened.

“I know. But it still helps to hear it.” You glanced up at him, reaching a hand up to twist a loose strand of his hair around your finger. “You should wear your hair down more often,” you mused. “It makes you look like a prince.”

He chuckled, amusement glinting through his ocean eyes. “I did say I was your Prince Charming, didn’t I?”

You smiled, slowly uncurling his hair from your finger. “Yeah.”

“That means I’ll always be there for you. Especially to save my royal from their evil stepparents.”

Another laugh bubbled in your chest at that, and you leaned closer into him. “Thank you. The more I visit your place, the more I want your family to be mine. Hakoda is like, the nicest man I’ve ever met, and your mom? She actually makes me want to cry with how sweet she is. I think I know where you get it from.”

He grinned and bumped your leg with his own. “You know you’re welcome over there any time. But maybe you shouldn’t — I think my mom might actually adopt you with how much she loves you. That… that would be really weird.”

His joy was infectious as you planted another kiss on his cheek, something that earned you a, as you liked to call it, dazzling Signature Sokka Smile. “I’ll make sure she holds off on the adoption papers for now.”

“I’d like that.”

And though the happiness you felt at the moment was almost overwhelming, that was just what caused that tiny sliver of doubt to come in. When people invited their partners over at three in the morning, it usually wasn’t to sit on the bed and talk about their problems. It was… it was for more, and you didn’t want that right now. And because you were an expert at it, you decided to put your foot in your mouth and start talking.

“I— I’m sorry that I called you over here so late, for no reason. I know you probably expected something else than me ranting, but…” you sighed, drawing your knees closer to your chest as you brought your other hand to Sokka’s resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

He sighed at that, but you knew it wasn’t one of disappointment. “You know I’m here for you. I don’t care if you just want to sit in silence for the next five hours while we stare at the wall, or if you want to watch sappy rom coms until your eyes bleed. I’m more than okay with staying like this. I didn’t come over here because I expected anything from you — I came over here because you needed me, and so I’m here.” Sokka smiled, an image you didn’t think would ever stop making you melt, and intertwined your hand with his. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

You were so stunned at the brazen declaration that your voice got stuck in your throat for a moment, holding back tears. (Happy tears. They were never anything other than happy tears with Sokka.) It hit you then that you didn’t really know what it was like having someone get close to you without an ulterior motive.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a moment of comfortable silence. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You knew he was smiling, even without having to look up at him. You could hear it in his voice, feel it in the kiss he pressed to your hairline.

A comfortable silence hung in the air for a long time until you broke it. “You know… my dad kinda ran off to a motel for the night after this whole thing, and my mom leaves early in the morning. If you were serious about those rom coms…” You allowed the unsaid question of staying the night to fester so Sokka knew he could say no if he wanted to, but he didn’t even hesitate.

“Of course I was serious. I mean, I’ve gotta get the ideas for our future wedding from somewhere.”

You laughed, a sentiment that had occurred more times in the ten minutes he had been here than the past week, and picked the remote for your little box TV off of your bedside table. You clicked through various movies until you found one Sokka liked, and then you cuddled deeper into his side to prepare for the ride you had ahead of you.

Thirty minutes into 27 Dresses, he had fallen asleep, arm still around you and one of his legs slightly intertwined with one of your own. But it’s not like you minded — the familiar weight of Sokka in your bed had caused all your worries to melt away, if only for the night.

You didn’t expect him to last past the first movie, but you were sure you would at least get through until Katherine Heigl got the man. But there was an overwhelming feeling of safety permeating the air with Sokka’s arms around you, and you ended up knocked out before she could even get through all twenty seven dresses.

It wasn’t lost on you how fortunate you were — he didn’t expect anything like that from you, he just wanted you to be safe. He was there for you. You would never understand how you had gotten so lucky with your boyfriend, but you would never stop being grateful for him.

-

this is the most self indulgent thing ive ever written and i am NOT sorry

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[sporksaber]

Hear me out, final space garycato earth AU, single dads to lovers.

My specific thoughts:

-Avacado dips to earth with little Cato after leaving the lord commander (who cant access final space or pull any shit bc no one can die in this AU bc I say so). They live a normalish life, avacato is still a bounty hunter (maybe) so theres still excitement mixed in with the mysterious past goodness.

- Gary ends up working with clarence at some point and then obtains custody of fox and ash when clarence pulls some shit. So Gary, not really having any space adventure connections without mooncake, takes them to earth to try to give them the childhood he never had but always wanted.

- what does gary do for work on earth I'm just now realizing is a question that probably needs an answer? No one knows, it'll be an ongoing joke throughout the fic. (I dont know what he would do, his skills are mostly space related and stealing, but he's a lucky bastard who'll figure it out.)

- gary meets avacato when they're both called into school over their sons fighting. They don't particularly like eachother at this point, but as time goes by they become sort of like friends (or total bros for life, if you'd ask gary)

- ash and little cato share a lot of classes together and end up partnered together a lot. They hate eachother at first (bc ash would defend her brother to the death) buttensions eventually die down (possibly bc the thimbles team is involved). Enemies to friends to family.

- Little cato stays with the goodspeeds when avacato goes on a particularly hard bounty for that good bonding shit. May end in a rescue mission, depending on the mood.

-supervising the kids hanging out turns to hanging out together while the kids are hanging out, and then to a definitely not just a bro thing anymore date date. (My first thought was gary flirting with the homie and avacato being like, yeah I'm into it. But I feel like that level of emotional common sense is too high for them so itd definitely be more of a parent trap situation planned by the kiddos.)

-would also include bonding over rough pasts and wanting to do better for their kids, gary casually being a master pickpocket, lots of fluff, gary being the best dad to his three kids, avacato getting very annoyed with his bf continuing to call him bro, the kids repeatedly arguing over who's the better dad as they learn more wild stories about gary, some heavy angst when Sheryl gets involved and digs up their pasts, even more fluff to even out the angst, and tribore. Because tribore.

I dont know if I'll expand this or write it (I havent written anything in over a year and another before that so I'm v rusty) but I like the concept. I couldnt find any garycato fics where gary adopts ash and fox and my brain was really stuck on it. Tell me what you think (and give me recs for any fics you find even though I doubt theres any i havent seen on ao3 at this point.)

[emetkoto]

3 4 20 emetkoto!

just got out of p3s prog and now im extra weepy about them so lucky you!

Most common argument?

well. you know! emet-selch wants k'oto to forsake his friends and stay by his side through the remaining calamities so he can be whole again and they can properly be together :,) in the beginning he wants azem back specifically but as time goes on he just wants k'oto to be strong enough to be by his side as he is, awoken as azem or not…and k'oto wants him to stop his quest to rejoin the shards and try to find a way forward where they can both be happy together…the path of cooperation emet-selch talked about so much, he wanted it so bad </3 they get into it often about this but they hate to argue bc they get so little time to be together alone so they try to shut down the conversation pretty quickly but yknow emet is horribly tempered and not all there so he can't just avoid arguing in the first place :pensive: it usually ends in awkward silence

Favorite non-sexual activity?

emet-selchs little late night adventures! where he just shows up to the pendants and teleports them both somewhere random bc he doesnt wanna be cooped up in the inn room that night…he shows him all sorts of places in the first he didn't know about, and some things that possibly nobody else currently living there knows about! they're nice little dates where emet-selch gives him a little history lesson and they just kinda. vibe <3 if the setting is appropriate maybe dance a bit or nap together…sometimes he gets so carried away he almost forgets to have k'oto back by morning

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

for a long time, the scions didn't know! k'oto made damn sure they didn't. he saw how untrusting and generally rude they were to emet-selch and just didn't want to risk invoking their wrath and maybe making emet go 'oh you guys suck actually forget this im just gonna do what i do best and oppose you' and also thancred's history with ascians is especially. bad so he knew he would probably get one hell of a beating in the state he was during shb so…..y'shtola did eventually figure it out though. emet-selch liked to douse k'oto in his aether because it's nice and cooling and soothing and it kind of left a nice dark stain all over k'otos bright white aether, which only got more and more obvious as the light grew and grew and she came to him one night and called him out..well it was more like 'hey. i see that. are you alright. you arent humoring him to repay him for saving me are you' kinda thing yknow? ofc he tried to deny it but eventually gave in a bit and told her that yeah he was sleeping with him but it wasnt a big deal yknow!! no feelings no problem just doing what k'oto does!!! and asked her to keep it to herself…and she did! he was really surprised that she kept her word but she did and it made him sort of grow to trust her more…from time to time they would talk and she would check his aether but she never really got into it bc she could tell it was. a touchy subject! but she was basically the only one who Knew for a long time bc she was chill and didn't get angry at him…by the end of 5.0 he trusted her so much with this secret that he called her to his room after the dying gasp to check his aether one more time just to see if anything was left of emet-selch :,)

the rest of the scions never really like. truly got the story from k'oto himself??? at least not until literally the end like after 6.0. obviously things started to fall apart after crown of the immaculate and it became clear that Something was up but it was never entirely obviously exactly WHAT it was yknow. they speculated and such and y'shtola told them to just kinda keep it down and not worry about it and that k'oto would come around in time but they just gotta. let him grieve and not give him a hard time! after 6.0 when everything is done and over with and he got his closure he finally sat everyone down before they went their seperate ways and told them about them

the exarch. kinda knew? since y'know he had a thing for k'oto he occasionally looke din on him with his mirror thing and might have caught him and emet-selch a few times but he tried to resist the urge to constantly keep tabs on him and watch him 24/7 bc he trusts him to make the right choice and also that time emet talked about how much loves sleeping he did kinda chip in like 'hey so did you enjoy the show :)' and poke fun at him and gently threaten to let k'oto know he'd been watching them all to stir shit and also bc thats their alone time bro don't peek!!!! but after 5.0 ofc k'oto kinda started to tell him a little but its hard to talk about and complicated so. he got what k'oto felt like telling him and he was satisfied, just happy that he got anything at all really <3 until after 6.0 like i said above. Estinien was in the same boat too p much, he got a bit of a half assed explanation from k'oto when he got back from the first but didn't pry for anything more until later. wasn't his place really so he didnt bother!

Ardbert uh. well i always forget about ardbert im gonna be real. no hate i love the guy but i am so caught up in the passion and drama and tragedy of emetkoto i always forget that he would very much be there witnessing most of that so ill just say that he Knew but he gave them their space and occasionally stepped in to sit k'oto down and be like 'hey i get it ok. but remember whats at stake and make the right choice alright'……thought of this really sad thing earlier where k'oto didnt plan on the axe killing emet-selch, he wanted to pull his punch and just injure him so he could talk to him and try to work things out one last time but ardbert and everyone else could see that would not work out, emet-selch was so enraged and overtaken by his grief and pain and tempering he likely would have gotten the jump on k'oto and killed him so. even though it was cruel and fucked him up bad. ardbert made sure that axe swung to kill :,) a final push in the right direction, a final sin to add to his list </3 and k'oto. was. devastated obviously! but thats a post for another day

on emet-selch's side….well. i don't think anyone knew! in that one side story it pretty much says straight up that after elidibus woke him up following lahabrea's death, he never spoke to him again before he bit the axe…..in a cruel way it was nice to not have anyone to talk to or keep it from, he loved him openly without any sort of secrecy :,) holding back in public was all for k'otos sake really

[robotslenderman]

So I've been thinking about Sullivan's attendant, and it may be that Sullivan is not as broke as I thought he would be because I'm pretty sure she's actually a drug lord and that as he does his courier-ing, she's building up networks of smuggling and trafficking.

But she'd have gotten started when he ghouled her, probably not long after Millicent ditched, so he still would have been poor for a while as she starts building up contacts, doing smuggling jobs (Sullivan needs to deliver something to Tucson? Welp time to see if anyone wants to move a few bricks of heroin to Tucson!), etc.

By the time VTMNR has come around, she was starting to see reasonable profits, buuut then the SI showed up and started fucking with everyone's ghouls so whoops shit hits the fan and they're poor again. But then after the SI are kicked out of the Southwest, she digs up her old contacts and gets back to work, drug running while Sullivan delivers messages for Elisa. After a few years it's profitable again.

Anyway. Her name is Jane. Much like Sullivan was, she was a chemist. She's completely head over heels for him (thank you, blood bond) and wants to screw him silly, but he's not interested at all, though he might give her a cuddle when he's feeling touch-starved.

She starts Sullivan's car for him, sometimes drives for him (if he doesn't feel like it), does his texts/phone calls for him (she's the one who's arguing with Amicia's ghouls on his behalf), same with his email. When Evie is around she's a bit awkward bc not good with kids, but she always warms up to Evie before the end of her visits and even awkwardly mothers her a bit. She quite happily calls Sullivan her master and is just as happy serving him. She's most comfortable with Kara, out of his entire family, and shuts the fuck up around Amicia.

Sullivan's got a certain amount of emotional distance with her. He's not as stiff with her as he is with strangers, but neither does she get the Sullivan that he is with friends. That makes her very sad, but what she also doesn't yet have the perspective to realise is that she also gets a side of Sullivan that nobody else does at all -- the side of him that's very serious, that's tired, that's occasionally frustrated with his sisters or family and not letting them see it.

She's very aware that she's quite lucky as far as domitors go. He doesn't treat her as an equal; she's a servant to him. But he's far from a cruel master, either, and will occasionally teach her things about the World of Darkness, or stick his own neck out to save her when she's in a tight spot (and not just because she funds him), or give her a night off if she's tired.