#( better human being by far ok but if he was real I wouldn't be able to stand his ass )

[lostusagis]

( How did Okita get his name on the list as 11th most ideal boyfriend WTF I'd listen to someone's opinion on Gintoki but i cannot for the life of me imagine Okita being anything close to ideal. More like horrendous. )

Like dude the comments were so real:

Hijikata, despite me not liking him has proven that he knows how to treat women but apparently women prefer being disrespected since Okita was higher lol

[moon-buggg]

Spare asks you say?

How would Sun and Moon react if they accidentally hurt y/n? In any AU but i guess haunted house is the most active atm.

Also why they so damn tall how am I supposed to smooch their big ole heads?

Don't worry! They're very good at bending down, and perfectly kissable so long as you're prepared to ask ^^ (and deal with Moons teasing-)

The haunted house boys are both Very torn up if they hurt you. Moon's performance is a bit more physical than Sun's, what with him grabbing you and dragging you out of rooms, so I'd say he's more likely to accidentally injure you. And of course he feels terrible, he never meant to hurt You, but... he isn't quite sure how to make it better.

So, once he notices the bruise left on you arm, exactly where he grabbed you yesterday, he... kind of freezes. For a few seconds. Just long enough for you to notice and start brushing it off- it was an accident, you didn't even notice it happen! But he makes a quick recovery, stalking towards you and gently, oh so gently holding your arm. Old instincts to sooth and comfort flare to life as he waves his hand above the purple blotch.

The words are quite, and all too at odds with the hissing distortion of his voice, "pain pain, go away." After a few seconds of careful inspection, his gaze meets yours, "better?"

And, well, all you can do is answer. "Better.... thanks Moonie."

And if he's noticeably gentler the next time he needs to drag you screaming out of a room, well, you're too occupied to point it out.

Sun's reaction is far more theatrical, but no less genuine.

It's a good thing he didn't notice the little red line across your shoulder until after your shift, he almost certainly would not have been able to stay in character if he noticed he nicked you during a performance. His claws are sharp, and while he's always so, so careful with you, accidents are unavoidable really.

It's so minor you probably wouldn't have noticed it, but for Sun it's a horrible, awful, glaring reminder of just how squishy humans really are. He's used to the gore, the guts and blood, you screaming while he laughed and laughed. But that's all pretend. Just acting. This is all too real and Sun doesn't like it.

... he really wants to wash his hands.

You're confused by his profuse apologizes until he points out the offending scrape and when you brush him off, say you're fine and you didn't even notice, he finds it difficult to believe. He's not MEANT to hurt you!! This is bad!! Why are you acting like it's fine?!?

Let him put a bandaid on it. Show him that you're ok, really for sure pinkie promise. He'll calm down soon enough.

(Of course, this is all when the virus hasn't reared its ugly head-)

AAAND BONUS because I want to talk about the mad science au

Honestly... they're more concerned by yn's Lack of reaction than anything? Shouldn't humans react a Bit more to being beamed upside the head by an overzealous metal man??? They're well aware the doctor isn't exactly like other humans, but do you want to sit down?? Doesn't your head hurt??

It is only at Sun's insistence that you admit that Yes. It hurt. And you should probably put something cold on the wound to avoid swelling. No matter how much you insist you're fine, it is really hard to shake off getting smacked by pure metal, and for as much as mad scientist!yn is making they boys worse, the boys are going to take care of you, whether you like it or not

[rararazaquato]

Valentine, you're a

horse

(rain code pony au. design notes under the cut!)

just as a note, i haven't seen my little pony since i was like. 11. and also i don't think i watched beyond twilight becoming an alicorn. my knowledge of later seasons mostly comes from horsecomix. so if i say anything that contradicts the Horse Lore, sorry about that.

ok now for individual designs.

yuma is a unicorn, mostly because mystery labyrinths require him to be able to hold a sword and talk at the same time. in addition to his memories, he lost his cutie mark in the pact, so everyone who sees him is like "damn you're an amnesiac AND a blank flank? pick a struggle". he doesn't have any accessories by default, but he probably gets a little hat in the rain + his cape in the mystery labyrinth. he was the first pony i drew, so his face looks a little janky. i struggled with drawing the ponies from any angle other than a perfect sideview, and the snouts/mouths were the hardest parts by far. the front view i did for yuma was a bit easier than the 3/4 view i did for most of the cast, but it was still tougher than i expected. pony artists who mimic the style of the show have all of my respect.

shinigami's spirit form was changed a little bit, although it was already so abstracted compared to a real human that i didn't feel i needed to change much in order to make her fit into the pony universe. i just swapped her horns out for wings and gave her a horn. i also removed her thumbs and made her colors closer to her human (er, pony) form. she's no longer a "death god" in the traditional sense, now being the "princess of death" in the same way twilight is the princess of friendship or cadence is the princess of love. she was sealed away because she was shit at her job (just killed a fuckton of people for no reason) but anypony who stumbled across the book she was sealed in can make a contract w her just like in rain code canon. obvi this is a little dark for the actual mlp universe, they wouldn't be putting a trigger-happy murder princess in their rated y cartoon, but this is the same fanbase that made fuckin. cupcakes and rainbow factory and a whole slew of others that make the main characters of mlp infinitely more fucked up than canon shinigami ever was. so i feel like we can have a little suspension of disbelief here.

shinigami's true form is an alicorn, obvi. she's a god princess, she's gonna be an alicorn. i tried to refrain from giving the characters too many accessories to better mimic the simpler mane 6 designs, but shinigami looked so naked with just the crown. so she also got her flower and little necklace. i didn't even attempt to put her hair in braids, since drawing her face at that angle was such a challenge already. upon posting this, i also realize i forgot to give her a tail. just imagine any tail you want on her. pin the tail on the shinigami. her cutie mark has the same dark void effect as nightmare moon's, although i can't remember if luna also has it as well. regardless, it's a visual tie-in to nightmare moon, who has a similar "princess banished to an inanimate object" thing going on. the actual cutie mark itself is two bones, representing death in a cutesy cartoony fashion. i was gonna do a skull and crossbones but then i realized. no one knows what a human skull looks like. there's no people. and i am NOT about to draw a fucking horse skull. so, bones it is.

yakou is probably the one i'm proudest of! i feel like i really captured the essence of the background pony in him. i feel like i could see him hanging out with lyra heartstrings and dr. whooves and i wouldn't bat an eyelash. his hair is a little longer than in the original design but i think it looks cute so it's fine. his cutie mark is an umbrella because his calling as a detective leads him to protect others like an umbrella protects you from the rain, plus kanai ward has its whole Thing. and he can be kind of a gloomy person at times, very pessimistic. he's an earth pony because he's just a normal guy, no forte in canon and stuff like that.

makoto was probably the trickiest to actually design. the element of mystery is super important in the original character design, but he was able to still have some skin exposed since almost all of the character designs in that game have a skintone of "homestuck white". in mlp, where coat colors can be any color of the rainbow (and the colors outside of the rainbow), makoto would lose that element of mystery. so, while i generally try to avoid putting the ponies in clothes, makoto kind of needed them. he's got his full suit and a set of gloves and white shoes for his hooves. instead of being a sort of "paper plate" mask, he's got a rubber halloween mask that extends past his neck instead. don't ask how the mane comes out of the mask. we don't ask how canon makoto's mask stays on with no straps, so don't ask about this one. the mask goes over his horn, so it blocks out most powerful magic, but basic spells like levitation are still possible with a bit of effort. the pants of his suit hide his cutie mark, and when asked about what it is, he gives a different answer each time.

kurumi isn't a super complicated or in-depth design. just a cute lil earth pony with a cutie mark of a speech bubble, since she does a lot of information gathering via talking to others. in hindsight, i should've given her freckles in the same color as her body outline. imagine she has freckles please. thank you.

fubuki is the design where i actually got the courage to attempt a braid. no idea if it looks good, i didn't use a reference and my hair is too short to braid it myself. i wanted an earth pony in the core group of nda members, and i was sort of torn between her and desuhiko. however, i'm a personal believer in the "all ponies can use magic on some level" theory, and that theory posits that earth ponies have a tendency to be able to use the intrinsic magic of their planet in subtle ways. applejack can enhance her physical strength without really doing anything consciously, and most importantly, pinkie pie can bend the laws of reality for The Bit. i think time travel is kinda like bending the laws of reality for The Bit. plus, desuhiko's disguise ability is kinda like an illusion, which feels like more of a unicorn ability. her cutie mark is a clock. because. uh. you know.

desuhiko is a unicorn for reasons i mentioned in fubuki's notes. his backpack is worn like a saddle, but he can still use it to disguise himself like in rain code canon. his cutie mark is the bag with a star on it, hinting that there's a superstar (him) in the bag. not much to say about him other than that.

vivia is a pegasus. since his forte allows him to fly, it makes sense for him to be able to fly in his base form as well - he'd get used to the flight powers inherent to his ability a lot quicker if he could already do it. he's definitely more of a fluttershy than a rainbow dash in terms of how he uses his ability to fly. he prefers to walk, but if his legs get tired, he'll switch to flying for a little bit. but then both his legs and his wings get tired and he takes a little nap. that's what the pose is meant to be, altho it does look a bit like he's flying. his cutie mark is a disappearing flash shape, as his spirit form is invisible and he tends to disappear into the background in general. someone in the rain coat server told me he looks like stoney pony and i haven't been able to get that out of my mind.

halara was the last pony i drew, because i love them and wanted to get as much pony-drawing experience as i could before turning them into an equine. can't have my pookie bear looking like shit! they are also a pegasus, but not for forte reasons like vivia. rather, they just do impressive feats of athleticism on the reg, and i feel like they would be a great flyer as a result. imagine the scene where yuma calls for help while being detained by seth and the peacekeepers. a blue and purple bursts onto the scene from the fucking clouds and halara is divebombing the peacekeepers. that'd be sick as fuck. their cutie mark is an eye, because postcognition is all about sight.

erm ok thats everyone!!! i'm bad at pony names so if anyone has any ideas leave them in the comments or the tags ☺️

[paradoxcase]

Chapter 25 of Harrow the Ninth

So, the Nook app has decided that now it's going to open on my bigger monitor, which is a bit annoying, since I can't browse the book and write the tumblr post at the same time, but since it doesn't have a windowed mode I'm not sure how to switch it back to my laptop

Ok, never mind, while I was writing that, the Nook app crashed again, and when I re-opened it it opened on my laptop

Aroace rep, but from the character whose main role in the story so far is that he's trying to kill the protagonist for no reason?

Although, speaking of Pyrrha, who we so far don't know anything about except that she was Gideon's cavalier, since Gideon the First is a regular Lyctor he must also be Pyrrha on some level, so possibly some of his odd actions are actually Pyrrha's actions, or are because of Pyrrha in some way, and that's why John thinks they are out of character for Gideon

I guess it could be technically possible that Harrow hallucinated that whole thing, but honestly, it would be boring if all of the weird stuff in this book turns out to be a baseless hallucination. I guess the mystery part of this book is figuring out how much of this Cytherea-related stuff is hallucinations and how much is real

So I guess this means that on the fourth or maybe last day of this ultimatum, Harrow will make Ianthe a bone arm and this problem will be solved?

I can't decide if Ianthe has some sort of Plan to get Harrow to make her a bone arm, or if pretending like she doesn't care is just her way of coping

So Ianthe burns the onions (or at least she says she does) and Harrow just doesn't cook them at all. Also, I get that Harrow wouldn't be familiar with brightly colored vegetables, but wouldn't she also not be familiar with brightly colored candy? Even if they had candy on the Ninth, candy is made in bright colors because people expect good food to be bright colors and that makes the candy look more appetizing. If denizens of the Ninth are not used to brightly-colored food, it doesn't make sense that they'd have brightly colored candy, either

So, I mean, everyone disliked or hated this soup, and we've heard previously that Lyctors don't actually need to eat. I can see the others eating the soup to be polite, but Gideon the First has kind of crossed the line where politeness is going to have any effect by repeatedly trying to kill her. So why did he eat the soup?

Beautiful. If I've understood what John has said about Lyctor mortality well enough, I think he shouldn't have been able to survive this if John hadn't magicked him better, even if I'm wrong and he has no trouble with the necromancy part of Lyctorhood

Please, John, tell us about the last time you ate human being

Unless he's just talking about when Cassiopeia cut off her finger while cooking?

This is a really odd reaction to finding out that Harrow can't sleep for fear of Gideon the First so she is trying to kill him so she can live a normal life? Like, she is his Lyctor, she is blindly devoted to him, he should be pleased that she is this capable in the face of this impossible situation, especially if he really doesn't want Gideon to kill her, because her being capable means she would be better able to protect herself. I wonder if he also is afraid of her hurting him for some reason, for the same reason Gideon the First is? And Mercy's job was not so much to teach her as to do surveillance? Only, if he considered her a legitimate threat, I'm sure he could have just killed her himself at any point, right? Maybe that would wreck the persona of a kindly god that he's projecting, but I almost feel like he could get away with justifying anything at this point. And he asked Mercy if they could put her in the room with him when they fought Number Seven, and Mercy pointed out that that would kill her, there's no way he could have not known that, right?

Also, I'm amused that every time Mercy talks about how young Harrow is, the age gets younger and younger. But her horror that Harrow is so young has definitely made her underestimate her

So I guess this incident reminded Augustine of one of the dead Lyctors? Or Anastasia

Or: "Yeah, that's fair"

Now I'm interested to see if he gets some more characterization in the future

[lizz-blizt]

Ok so, having just watched the trailer for the little mermaid live action, my thoughts are mixed. Mostly confusion and apprehension. But maybe it'll come out good. Or at least comprehensible.

Good Thoughts

The design of Ariel's tail is really pretty. Like holy gods of water I love the colors they put on it and it looks like it'd be a great cosplay. I think they took some inspo from the stage adaptations for it.

Ariel is a black girl with red hair. Something I really like as an aesthetic choice on real people.

Ursula seems to be a plus-sized woman. I'm glad they kept that.

There will be songs

Confusion/Bad Thoughts

Ariel and Queen Selina (who I will be talking about later) are the ONLY black people in the listed cast so far. That's a big issue if one of the selling points of your movie is having black mermaids. It just makes the ones you do have stand out and seem like tokenism

Scuttle (the male presenting seagul) is being played by Awkafina. Why? If she was gonna play anybody why have it be the seagul and not another mermaid? Is she trying to launch a career as a voice actor for movies? If so, great. If not, then why?

Who the hell is Queen Selina? She can't be Ariel's mom, that lady died when Ariel and her sisters were young guppies. Is she the grandma? Wouldn't be an odd choice as some monarchies do keep the queen mother around but then she wouldn't be listed as 'Queen'

If Queen Selina is Ariel's mom, why is she here? As a backstory reason for why Triton doesn't like humans? If that's the case then I actually applaud this choice since that answers a question without having to watch the prequel movie to get the answer. Also, did they change her name because they didn't want the confusion/incest jokes that came when they named her Athena?

The implication that Selina is Ariel's mom carries the implication that she's alive and at least semi present in the story. That pisses me off. I grew up with Triton as one of the ONLY examples of a single father in fiction and goddammit he was trying his best!!!! I want kids to grow up with a good example of being a single father because single dads exist and alot of them are FUCKING GREAT!!!! I don't want that to be taken away!

Ursula is being played by Melissa McCarthy. I haven't kept up with her career but last I checked wasn't she a comedy actor? Are they gonna make Ursula have comic moments? Won't that undermine her as a villain since Melissa's comedy is based on her messing up or miscomprhending the situation. I hope she has the range to be sinister and calculating like Ursula is.

Who are gonna be playing Ariel's sisters? I know it's still early but I wonder who will be playing them?

One scene in the animated movie has Ariel wearing nothing but a seashell bra until she gets her sail dress. I hope they if not cut that out or only shoot from like upper back and above. Thats an awkward part i feel they can cut out.

Almost the entire trailer is in the dark. Even when they show a thriving coral reef. The ocean is not that dark. Especially in the coral reef area, which is known for being bright. Goddammit stop shooting everything so dark!!!!! When I go to the movies I wanna be able to SEE THE MOVIE!!!!

I don't like the shade of red they seem to be going with for Ariel's hair. Make it a brighter shade, it'll look good trust me.

Pay your VFX artists better disney and let them do their work in peace. You'll get a better movie that way.

Link to the trailer:

https://youtu.be/0-wPm99PF9U

[ignitification]

I highly doubt Horokoshi will redeem them after all the Shit they did.like seriously Shigaraki is too far gone to be saved.Like Ok maybe Killing them is a bit far but it's clear they can't be Redeemed.Horikoshi wouldn't redeem literal Mass Murderers.

Their Trauma and Backstories don't justify or Excuse mass and Serial Murders, Destruction Arson and Torture.Do I feel bad for them?,Yes but they're clearly not able to be saved,This isn't Naruto where you can change the villian's minds by talking to them.

Seriously They are huge Threats to Japan and are literally breaking every Criminal out of prison to cause destruction.

It's Clear the Villians Have to be Stopped,big time.

Dear anon,

maybe. Maybe you are right. But, me and you both are not here to discuss Horikoshi's plan for his characters. I won't pretend I know where the story is going and even if I did, it would probably be just as delusional. What I can tell you though, is that, in my opinion, and please do not take this an offence, what you said is a load of bullshit.

Let me explain before you throw me to the wolves:

The story, from what I get is just now nearing its apex, which means that the whole ordeal of what happened in the last arc (let's call it, PFL vs Heroes because for the life of me I can't remember the name of the place in this moment) is a pre context to what is going to happen right now. PFL vs Heroes has the function to introduce 2 things: villains redeeming arc (or also: AfO being the only real villain of BNHA) and the crumble of society as we know it (heroes retiring and all that crap). Which also means that this, THIS PART, is the origin of what actually is the main arc of the story and which (may, in the long run) might be the why and how of Deku being the N1 Hero in a new society (I talked about this here).

This said, it should appear clear how 'at this point' you mention means jackshit in the timeline. We just now discovered that Dabi, one of the forefront members of the League and Front, is actually the long-thought-dead son of current hero N1 Endeavour. What is then the whole point of introducing Touya just to do nothing with it? Rei has been dismissed from the hospital, Shouto has accepted that Touya is alive and that they might be more similar than he thinks and even the same Enji knows that if he does not try and save the son he already failed to save once there is no redeeming for him.

Which brings me to my next point: if the same Enji knows this, and in light of the fact that Dabi is willing to die in order to expose the abuse that lead him to actually become a villain, what is the point of then just leaving Dabi be? Like, coincidentally if Endeavour does nothing about this situation not only he lets his son die twice, but he also inherently tells that he does not deserve redeeming. In basic words, the only possibility for Endeavour to actually redeem is to save Touya. His redeeming means that he saves a villain. Does it make sense for you to make this whole plot in order to just drop it afterwards and say 'nah, fuck this, i built a whole plot to actually show how society fucks people them up and then destroy that society just to let these people being fucked by society again?'? Cause for me it does not.

Maybe in your eyes they cannot be saved, but remembers what Touya says here:

He is right. All the heroes are as dirty as they are. And maybe some of them are better than others, but always remember that these villains have so many reasons to be the way they are.

Plus: if you think the LoV is unredeemable, then you must think the same of Endeavour and Hawks (who are currently N1&2), you must also think that BJ is an hypocrite (in regard to him not wanting Touya to expose N1) and that All Might, as Dumbledore, is a caring piece of shit because of what he did to Izuku.

P. S. I don't think that redeeming the villains of the story is condoning their actions. It's actually trying to say that everybody makes mistakes. It's okay to make them. But you have to acknowledge them and want to correct them, in order to be saved. This is also another reason why I think that AfO, after all, is the only villain of the story.

You have also to understand that Horikoshi does not want his villains to change their minds after talking to them. Why would they? What is the point? Why should you believe anyone in the system that fucked you over repeatedly and then told you that someone will come save you and never did? I, for one, would never trust anything that comes from mouth of anyone in that society, be it good or bad. They condone abuse, corruption and neglect, so who are the bad people here? Furthermore, it's not even about changing their minds, because this is not about perspective, but UNDERSTAND OF WHY THE FUCK THESE SOULS DECIDED THAT THE ONLY WAY OF THEM GETTING THROUGH THEIR MESSAGE WAS THROUGH VIOLENCE AND DESTRUCTION. Like, they do not need to change their minds. They need to be held together and said that it is okay that they turned out this way because it was not their fault and actually show them why was that not the right way. If they want redemption they will get it. But it's really up to them to do it, however, the fact that they need to be given a choice is absolute. You cannot accuse anyone of not being able to be saved or redeemed if you do not give them a choice to.

Finally, onto the threat to Japan part, I think the threat that AfO poses for Japan and for the LoV (who are puppets in AfO's hands, unless they decide to free themselves) and especially Shigaraki is way more dangerous. You have to separate those actions from the LoV. Liberating criminals is AfO's doing in Shig's body. He does not want to be controlled, but he also cannot sometimes surrender to it. AfO, if he does not need any of them anymore will literally just toss them away. After all, he kept the LoV as it was for Shigaraki, and Shigaraki was strumental to his plans because AfO wants a new body and a new quirk for himself. He needs to be stopped. The others need to be saved (of they choose to). But that was the point that Toga made in that famous panel:

where is the line you draw at being possibly saved? Isn't it enough for you that they are human?

If it isn't, well, I don't know what to say.

I hope this finds you well, and yeah, remember that a choice should be always offered, a hand always out forward (as Izuku did with Bakugō): it's up to them whether they want to catch that hand, but It would be absolutely morally wrong not even try to just because you labelled them as 'not savable'. Everyone is the same. Everyone deserved to be loved and understood. Everyone, here, is worthy of compassion and feelings. Shall that not be the case, the world has failed again. And me, with it.

[kickingitwithkirk]

A Kiss Upon Your Shoulder

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Trouble Lacroix (OFC)

WC:3536

Warnings: 18 + only: kissing, humping M/F, intercourse, cursing, mention of addiction, angst

A/N: For @saxxxology #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge

SONG PROMPT: Off My Mind-my favorite on the album

A/N: Set season 14 during Dean Winchester's possession by Apocalypse World's Micheal. Timeline extended and some events altered from series. I borrowed title from song lyrics.

*no beta- all mistakes are mine.

*GIF not mine

The sound of the bunker door closing reverberates through the room.

Several of the hunters around the map table stop what they're doing to watch an unusually tall Omega with long, smoky pink hair braided in a loose plait and wearing hunters garb descend the metal staircase halting at its bottom.

Sam Winchester is sitting at the far end of the table alternating between his phone receiving updates from hunters out in the field and the laptop looking for clues in the search for Dean while strategizing with Mary and Bobby their next move froze disbelieving his eyes.

“Sammy,” the Omega hesitantly says, her lightly accented voice startles him out of his stupor.

Batten down the hatches Sammy boy, Trouble just done walked back into my life… Dean used those exact words years ago introducing him to this Omega, never knowing how true they would turn out to be.

But not for him.

Sam's eyes shift into a fiery glow as his inner Alphas outrage surfaces at this imposter trying to pass itself as his long gone Omega.

“What fucking game are you playing at?” Sam gets up growling, stalking towards her pulling his demon blade.

“Sam wait!” Mary hollers at her youngest son knowing all too well the damage Sam can inflict under normal circumstances but in the state of extreme stress he’s currently under doesn’t want him to do anything he’ll regret.

The Apocalypse World hunters glance at each other perplexed having never before seeing an enraged Alpha, unsure what they should do.

After their arrival to this reality Sam gave them a crash course on life here, including the multiple genders of humans, Alpha/Beta/Omega, their confusing hierarchies and how they relate to each other.

The Alpha/Omega intricacies and nuances were still hard for them to comprehend since all of them were Betas.

The Omega cast her eyes down in deference to the large Alpha. “I'm here abo...” she doesn't finish speaking as he wraps his hand around her throat, slamming her back against a support column. She seizes his wrist as her eyes snap up meeting his glaring back before tilting her head as far as she can to the right exposing more of her throat.

Sam cautiously leans in, running his nose along her neck. The unique scent of winter, perceptible only to the Alpha under the scent blockers she’s used triggers memories he’s diligently repressed to keep this Omega off his mind come flooding back. The blade clatters loudly on the floor in the now silent room.

Wrapping his arms around her nuzzling into the curve of her neck he sucks on that spot he knows drives her crazy. Biting her lip she tangles her fingers in his long hair drawing him back up, running her tongue over his lips seeking entrance that he grants swirling his tongue around hers.

Someone's wolf whistling snaps them out of acting couple newly presented teens caught by their parents being very naughty.

“Hmm, not sorry,” she whispers nibbling on Sam’s ear making him quiver.

“Behave,” Sam mutters back taking a deep breath and subtlety adjusting himself before turning around to deal with everyone's reactions, not really ready to answer the inevitable questions.

Scenting his anxiety she twines their hands together offering a reassuring squeeze.

They’ve drawn quite a large audience from the library and adjoining hallways. People are elbowing each other grinning, whispering among themselves about their Chiefs and strange woman's reactions to each other then necking in front of everyone.

Mary stands there, arms crossed with the patented mom’s not amused look.

Sam huffs out an embarrassed laugh. “Everyone this is Trouble Lacroix, she’s my...she's an old friend.”

“I’m just an old friend after everything I went through for you?” Trouble snaps and Sam growls a warning at her tone but fuck it, she was right.

When Dean introduced them they were both junkies. Sam drugs of choice were demon blood and the power it gave him. Trouble’s was whatever made her forget her hunter fathers dominance over her as an Omega.

By the time they both got clean Sam found he could love again and she had learned to trust the Alpha in him wouldn't hurt her like others had. Sam swore during his next rut he would claim her as his Omega.

A week before he said yes to Lucifer and the subsequent showdown at Stull Cemetery he went into rut.

At their secret rendezvous, an old hunters cabin in Arkansas with his rut over Sam hadn’t claimed her, saying he couldn’t damn her, that this was his last chance to, unlike Jess, save her from certain death.

Trouble stood at the cabins window overlooking a small lake silently crying, unable to respond. The Alpha scented her sadness wanted nothing more than to comfort his Omega but all he could do was to kiss her shoulder, as he’d always done before leaving that last time.

Almost a decade later Sam can see the damage his refusals done in her sorrowful eyes.

“You kiss all your old friends like that?” Bobby quipped sarcastically eliciting a few laughs and breaking some of the tension.

“You look like Bobby Singer but you...resonate all wrong,” Trouble remarks as her light colored eyes surveys the others in the room finally coming to rest on Jack. “A Nephilim without Grace?”

“Yes, he is,” Mary answers crossing over to stand next to Jack, “how can you know that?”

Trouble shrugs “I’ve always been able to perceive things that are outside the normal spectrum.”

“You can what?” Maggie asks confused.

“The Omega can see that you’re out of tune with this reality,” Castiel states tipping his head to the side studying her, “she also possess other abilities.”

“I don’t need them to see your a dick.”

“Trouble,” Sam warns knowing she’d picked that up from Dean.

“Sorry, Angel of the Lord.” She half ass apologizes.

“And you suddenly show up here out of nowhere because?” Mary tersely inquires in her Alpha voice. Sam bristles unhappy that another Alpha, even his own mother, thinks they can question the Omega.

Releasing Sam’s hand she steps closer to Mary taking the same stance staring her straight in the eye. “I’ve seen Dean.”

Trouble tells them everything about her encounter with Dean in Nova Scotia, where she’s been the last two months.

They question is why he let her live when he’s killed others he has had contact with, another piece in a puzzle not making sense.

Sam asks her to stay but she turns him down, telling him it's safer for her to keep moving. He counters what better place is there for protection than in the heavily warded bunker?

She reluctantly agrees but only until Dean returns.

Mary makes it vehemently clear it’s problematic having an unclaimed Omega stay.

Sam reminds his mother that he is a mature Alpha, been making his own decisions without her input his whole life and with the daily suppressants he’s taken for years can control his instincts.

That got Mary’s back up, ready to argue with her youngest son, reminding him the Omegas already made the unmated Alpha act out. Bobby pulls her to the side and somehow he convinces her that the Omegas will be an assist in finding Dean. She doesn’t like but relents. Trouble is to stay in Dean's room, his Beta scent will help cover hers more to mollify Sam and a physical space between them for Mary.

Sam's frustrations over having not found Dean yet and his personal anxieties were intermittently fluctuating. The stresses he’s under, hardly eating, barely sleeping a couple hours a day while keeping track of people out on cases and figuring out how to help Jack adapt to not having his powers. Then there’s Nick, the mere mention of his name makes Sam shudder, let alone the traumatic physical and emotional memories dredged up by their face to face interactions.

Thankfully, there hadn’t been any real drama between Mary and Trouble. They’ve avoided each other as much as possible in the bunker.

It was really late or early, depending on how one looked at it, and Sam was still setting in the quiet library, waiting for the last couple of hunters to check in. “Sam, you’ve been here for hours, go to bed.” Trouble softly remarks as she walks up behind him gently running her fingers through his hair.

Sam closes his eyes enjoying her touch. “Just waiting on Maggie and Sharon to check in then I'll go.”

She snorts snagging his phone when it sounds, “Who you lying to? OK, their at the one star for the night. Everyone's accounted for.” Sam reaches for his phone and she dodges typing before handing it back and walking off.

“Cas is what...the hell that’s happening!” Sam gets up going after her.

“Bobby’s idea so go bitch to him mister ‘cause technically your off duty for the next twenty-four hours.” Trouble says unintimidated with him following her fuming, “Your exhausted Sam, you need a break so quit fighting and let us help.”

She stops at the shower-room door. “First, go bathe, you reek Alpha, then meet me in your room.” Sam goes from pissed off to aroused in three seconds. Trouble scents him, “Yeah right, it’s Netflix and chill...” She remarks them gives him a mischievous grin sashaying off.

Sam had been making courting overtures towards her, even though they were on a time limit, hoping he'd be awake long enough to make the most of this opportunity.

After the much needed shower Sam heads to his room in nothing but a low slung towel tosses it with his clothes into the dirty laundry hamper. Trouble came in carrying a tray of food locking the door behind her stops, inhaling sharply at the view of a completely naked Sam. He shivers as her eyes rove over him.

Sam’s not as bulked up as he was a decade ago, a leaner version still possessing a well defined upper body leading down to his flat stomach, the sharp v of his hips and those long legs. And between those legs...Swallowing hard and flushed Trouble moves setting the tray down on his bedside table as he hastily pulls on sweats and a grey t-shirt.

“Your three episodes behind in that series, figured you might want to watch it.” Trouble says grabbing his laptop and crawling onto his bed pulling up what he had been watching. “Have you seen it?” He asks sitting next to her.

“No, first your gonna eat,’ she gestures towards the tray with tomato rice soup, crackers and fruit, “then you can catch me up.”

By episode three Sam had eaten everything on the tray, brushed his teeth and was sacked out. Trouble shut the laptop down and placed it on the desk.

Turning out all the lights but a bedside one she slips back in next to Sam picking up the book she brought from the library. She’d been reading for awhile when Sam rolls over in his sleep, one leg landing between hers, arm draped across her waist and his head on her shoulder nuzzling into her neck murmuring, “back in my bed.”

As consciousness slowly filtered through the haze of extended sleep two things simultaneously get Sam’s attention, the cool scent of the Omega he’s spooning and his morning wood trapped between them.

“Must’a been a good dream,” Trouble yawns rolling onto her stomach, the sheet sliding down reliving her long legs and lower cheeks peeking out under her oversized T-shirt burying her head in the pillow mumbling “I was gonna leave after you fell asleep.”

Running a hand up the back of her thighs he pushes till she parts her legs far enough for him to touch her outer folds feeling how wet she already is before slipping two fingers into her tight channel. Trouble moans as he them slides deeper, making her wriggle against the mattress seeking friction against her clit. Sam crawls over wedging a knee between hers.

“Sam..we..sho..shouldn’t.”

Pulling his fingers out Sam moves straddling her legs, pinning them closed as he sits on her thighs stroking himself, using her slick as lubricant. Grasping her hips he starts rutting his cock between her ass cheeks.

Grunting, Sam shifts picks up momentum and with her under him, even like this, knows he’s not gonna last long. “Fuc..fuck Trouble..gonna cum…” Sam jerks back fisting his cock rapidly, cumming on her before falling forward and catches himself with one hand next to her, breathing hard. With his other hand Sam runs his fingers through his spending's rubbing it across her back.

Trouble pushes up onto her elbows looking back at him, “Dude, are you scent marking me?”

“Maybe.” Sam replies with a smug smile.

“So gross, Alpha.”

Sam was beyond frustrated and feeling sick on his drive back from Atlanta. The rumored sighting of Dean end up being a bust, another one of those crazies he’s sick of wasting his time chasing. Switching off the radio that's making his headache pound harder making him wish he was home already.

Trouble, utilizing her abilities, was able to help eliminate some of bogus reports. Unfortunately, when any of them got to close, Dean disappeared.

The last time she had him, he created some kind of feedback knocking her unconscious. Cas checked her over, telling Sam she would be fine.

When she woke up Trouble tells them she’s seeing Dean doing strange experimentation on different types of monsters using Archangel Grace and it scares the hell out of her.

That was Sam’s breaking point. He stormed through the bunker in full Alpha mode from the infirmary to Deans room, packed her duffel and hauled it to his room. Even Mary knew better than to get in his way this time.

Sam couldn’t get her off his mind anymore now he had her back in his bed. She allowed him hold her whenever they slept together but wouldn’t permit anything else since that morning.

The Lebanon City Limits sign was a welcome sight. Sam was sweating, shaky and just wanting to get home.

He arrived at the bunker wondering what the hell he had caught. Mary greeted him with a hug and frowned catching his scent. Sam played it off, saying the Beta who had one too many hits of the brown acid was ill and he must have caught it.

Another hunter handed him a bowl of soup and bad news about some gypsy vamps attaching truckers. He had them set up checkpoints and sat down to hack the traffic cams. Mary gripped his arm concerned as he’s typing but he says he‘s good. She didn't believe him but doesn’t push knowing he wasn't gonna stop.

Six hours later as he left Nicks room he felt a massive surge go through him, no longer able to ignore what was wrong and it was his own damn fault.

Sam had forgotten his suppressants and for the first time in years was going into rut. He made it to the end of the hall before passing out.

Cas had been by his friends bedside since Sam was found unconscious in one of the hallways days ago. He had been able to temporarily bring Sam's fever down and gave him sedatives to help him rest but with his age not being mated and having gone years without a rut his biology was demanding only cure, his chosen Omega.

Cas had called the Omega only getting her voicemail, left a message and began sending multiple texts.

He explained to Bobby that Mary had to leave the bunker, not only for her safety but the Betas also living there, unsure of how Sam will react to having another Alpha present when his Omega returned. Bobby found a case in Oregon that would occupy them for at least a week.

So Cas continued to do the only thing he could and watches over his friend.

Sam woke groggy from the sedatives to the strong scent of an Omega in heat pulling him to full consciousness.

Rolling onto his side he finds Trouble lying next to him naked, covered in a light sheen of sweat fitfully sleeping.

Moving to spoon her from behind he grips one leg hooking it over his rocking his hips sliding his engorged cock through her dripping folds, Half asleep she whimpers pulling out of his grip, drawing both legs to her chest. Rumbling in discontent Sam scoots behind her again, lines up and buries himself in her tight heat making her moan with pleasure, her cunt stretching around him.

Sam pulls out and hauls Trouble onto her hands and knees spreading her legs wide and sinks back in till his hips are flush against her ass. Feeling her relax around him Sam grasps her waist so tight bruises already forming and growling at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt he starts pounding his hips rapidly.

Trouble reaches out grabbing the headboard to stop Sam from shoving her into it since he has six inches and nearly seventy pounds on her and is running on his instinct to mate.

Sam's knot starts to swell he continues thrusting wildly wrenches her hips up, forcing her to arch her back more as he grunts ramming the now fully engorged knot into her cunt locking them together and falls over her back, rolling his hips as she clenches him cumming.

Sam pushes himself back upright pulling her with him, flush against chest seizes a fistful of her thick hair bends to bite deeply into her neck making Trouble cry out loudly and cum again.

As they counterbalance each other Sam runs his tongue over his mark cleaning off the seeping blood helping the wound seal up faster before shifting to lay them down on the mattress.

Feeling the tug of his knot Trouble clenches tightly around him again, sending another orgasm rippling through Sam, releasing more of his seed into her.

Sam wraps his arms around Trouble, their bodies trembling from the exertion and a feeling of immense peace he’s never had before settles within him. He places a kiss upon her shoulder as it dawns on him he’s finally being to call her his omega.

“It's just every time I think about ya know its a..its like a nightmare. I can't eat, can't sleep, it’s always just there watching.” Dean bitched as they’re walking through the hallways.

“Dean, it’s just a beard, I’ve been a little busy lately” Sam remarks back exasperated and relived to have his brother back giving him a hard time.

“Yeah well, that’s not an excuse ya know, ‘cause a.. Duck Dynasty called and they just they want it all back.”

“Some people say I look good.” Sam proudly states almost telling him why he’s really kept it.

“No..no Sam, no people say that.” Dean shakes his head.

“Duck Dynasty is a step up from Dr. Sexy in some peoples opinions,” Dean turns to counter that insult disbelieving his eyes like Sam did weeks ago.

Trouble’s leaning against the wall now sporting titian tresses that rival Rowena's.

“Good to have you back Dean,” She says giving him a hug, “and I like the beard.” Walking over to Sam she pushes him against the wall wantonly kissing in front of Dean.

Breathless, Sam touches his forehead against hers running his fingers along the flannels front, “I was looking for this shirt the other day ‘mega.”

“Hmm, my bad, suppose I need to be punished Alpha.” She teasingly remakes biting her lip as Sam purrs low in his chest sliding the shirt off her shoulders.

“You’re back together?” Dean blurts out in disbelief interrupting them.

Sam turns pulling Trouble with him, her back flush against his chest reaches up moving her hair revealing his mark.

Dean looks between them, “fucking took you long enough Sammy,” he barks before continuing down the hallway grumbling, “there better not be any more surprises.”

Sam nuzzled into her neck breathing in the new honey-vanilla scent mixing with her naturally cooler one reaches down placing his large hands protectively over her womb where their surprise is resting tenderly kissing her shoulder.

[ahsxual]

Perfect Day

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

Summary: You and Arthur are excited for your first date, since it's an essencial key for your relationship.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: sexual harassment (literally one sentence, nothing too serious)

Word count: 2,7k

A/N: I don't know how to feel about this one... I wanted it to be romantic and cute, yet I feel this isn't enough to express my feelings for him... anyways, I really hope your opinion is different! :)

Gif Credits: @arthurflecc <33

Today is the day I will finally find true happiness, Arthur thought. Last day, you invited him to have dinner at your place, since none of you could afford an actual date, and that way you could spend some time alone. You work with him as female clown for a couple weeks now and that's where you met him: he, besides Gary, was the only one who's truly kind and respectful, not some jerk like Randall who would always make some unwanted comments on how pretty you are. With that, Arthur got the courage to defend you, a gesture you noticed and really appreciated. That's when you decided to invite him as a thank you gift for what he has done (and maybe because you thought he was really cute and a real gentleman).

To Arthur, that morning seemed brighter than any other he had lived: he could swear that the birds were singing to him, like it was a sign from nature and destiny telling everything was going to finally be ok... as long as he was by your side. This time, the sky wasn't covered by depressive and heavy gray clouds like every other day: instead, it was replaced by the sweet scalding yellow sun and the gorgeous shade of baby-blue. Even the stairs weren't painful to walk anymore and the runs to the bus weren't as stressed and tiring as they used to be. He came down the stairs bouncing with joy, like he was a kid who just got his favorite ice-cream flavor for free. People even looked at him awkwardly, but he couldn't care less. Nothing could ruin this day to him.

Once he entered Haha's, his heart started to beat way too fast once he realized he would see you in a matter of seconds. He couldn't wait any longer, so he quickly ran to the room of clowns, hoping for you to be the first thing he would lay his eyes on once he got there.

"Hi, Arthur!" you happily said as soon as you saw him, realizing that he had been standing there for a while, staring sweetly at you. However you didn't mind: you knew his intentions were utterly good.

"H-hi Y/n! You... you are very... b-beautiful today." he finally got the courage to praise you, to speak his mind out loud, even if he stuttered meanwhile. He was with his red waistcoat and pants, and a white social shirt, an outfit that suits him just perfectly.

"Oh, thank you, you look really good too! And I'm glad you liked it, I want to look good for our tonight's date." you teased him, just to see his cheeks turn redder than they already were. You were with your date's outfit on, because you were planning to go home right after you left Haha's. You wanted to surprise him, however he arrived sooner than you expected, so you didn't have the time to change into your clown's work outfit.

"A date??" he seemed surprised for you considering your meeting an actually date.

"Yeah, sure. Don't you want to call it that way?"

"Yes!! I mean, i-if you want to..." he correct himself, after realizing he sounded too excited than he should.

"Ok, great! Can't wait for tonight." you said gladly, earning a sweet tooth wide smile from him.

"Me too Y/n, me too..." after sharing an intense and intimate exchange of glances, you decided to break the reconforting silence between you. That silence told and shared way more emotions than any possible spoken word, but you couldn't risk any other coworker complain about you two to Hoyt.

"Well, I'm going to get ready now. Talk to you later, ok?"

"Uh... sure." he understood, giving you once again a thin, shy smile.

You both did your work for the rest of the day, not wanting your secret love to interfere and prejudice your professional life. Both of you knew how demanding your boss could be, so you better not test his limits.

The day was finally near to its end, so you went to your locker to collect your belongings and then change into your clothes, before joining Arthur who was already waiting for you outside.

"Are you ready?" you asked once you got near him.

"Absolutely." he calmly, yet enthusiastic answered. You wanted to overcome your shyness, so you slowly interlocked your arms with his. You could tell that he was a little hesitant by the sudden affectionate gesture and seemed to paralyzed, looking intensely at the spot where your arms found each other.

"Arthur? Are you ok?" you were scared that you crossed the line without meaning it.

"Y-yeah! I'm sorry, I'm just... not used to being touched..." he got upset, remembering how miserable and lonely his life was... but not anymore. That's the past, and now you are more then willing to change radically his and your future as well, putting all that suffering and intense pain far far away behind him.

"It's ok Art, you are safe with me, I promise you that. But if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, please let me know." before your lovely night started, you needed to make sure that he would be comfortable: you wouldn't forgive yourself if anything bad happened to the man who supported you and made you feel like the only beautiful woman alive, and you being the responsible for it.

"Thank you, Y/n. That's really nice of you... I really appreciate that." he made that sweet stare towards you, one that makes you melt right away every time.

"Come on Art, my stomach is already complaining." he happily laughed, and you acknowledged his smile.

When you arrived home, it was impossible for you not to notice: he was quiet, yet so observant with everything: sometimes he would even touch so softly your belongings, and you would just smile, feeling nothing but comfort and acceptance. How can anyone consider me as someone so essential and special in their lives?, you deeply thought. But that's just how Arthur was: he always manages to feel like it's only you and him against the world, the rest being irrelevant.

"What do you want to eat? I can make your favorite plate... or at least I can try." you softly laughed, feeling a little nervous by your kitchen skills. You really wanted to impress Arthur... especially on your first of many dates. He then looked at you with wide eyes, swallowing his dry throat from growing anxiety. "What's the matter? Did I do anything wrong?" you started to get even more nervous than you already were, now being you having your mouth and throat dry.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong! I-I just..." he paused for a moment, not being able to look at you since he felt very ashamed. "I'm not hungry... I'm sorry..." he said slowly with a low voice, derived from his embarrassment.

"Oh..." you felt a little sad if you were honest: you bought a bunch of food so he could choose freely what he wanted to eat and make this day special by making him a surprise... but you couldn't blame him: you knew about the secondary effects from the meds he takes, the lack of hunger being one of them. "It's fine, don't worry about it." you tried to relax him, which you did since he offered you a kind smile right after, just like his big, yet fragile heart. You tried to think of something else: you couldn't miss this opportunity to be with him, both of you being so busy with your lives that the time you spend together is absolutely rare and precious, being as valuable as gold, or diamonds, or even more. "I got an idea!" a cliche, yet romantic idea came to your mind. "What about... seeing a movie? Or a tv show that you really like? While eating popcorn, obviously." you winked at him.

"Sounds like fun." he smiled. "But... I-I never... ate popcorn. Never had the chance to try it..." he shyly said. You felt bad for him... in our childhood, it's the most delicious thing to eat, a sweet that brings us joy, happiness and even peace, for some. But now, him being in his middle 30's, how has he never eaten or at least tried it?

"Then seems like you're going to have this delicious experience with me instead!" you gently laughed, trying to make him more comfortable. This time he gave you a toothy grin, staring at you like he was in heaven and you were the only pure angel in it. You blushed at his staring, so you decided to look away and do the popcorns instead. "Make yourself at home! You can sit on the sofa if you want." you offered while pointing to the most comfortable furniture you had. He instantly obeyed you, sitting on it awkwardly since he was afraid of doing something wrong that could annoy you. Yup, that was definitely the last thing he wanted to do... mainly on this special day.

Once you finish the popcorn, you sat right next to him, being way closer than he expected. Not that he minded, no no, not at all, but he couldn't help but to shake unstoppably by the complex emotions he was feeling from the warm and soft human contact... from the most perfect human being in his eyes.

"Before we watch it, I want you to prove this delight first. But you have to close your eyes! It will taste better, I promise." you grabbed one popcorn kernel and signaled him to open his mouth. He instantly felt tenser and his frail heart started to beat furiously because of your gesture. If someone had told him when he first saw you, that he would come to your house and spend these moments with you, he would've laughed by the immense unlikelyhood. But here he is: in your house, with you. He shakingly opened his mouth, slowly closing his big ocean eyes right after. When he tasted it, it was like he was 7 again, living his lost happy childhood: it was sweet, crunchy and tasted like happiness, this feeling amplified with you by his side. "How is it?" you curiously asked while smiling by his reaction.

"This is so... wow." that's all he could say.

"You want more? This bowl can be just for you, I will do more for myself." the moment you got up, you felt your arm being gently, yet firmly grabbed.

"Wait!" he suddenly said, removing his hand from your arm right after, not wanting to scare you away. "I-I'd rather share them with you... i-if that's ok..." His shyness was something you could never be tired of: it's one of the words that describe him the best, making him look immensely cute to your eyes. You felt genuinely happy because he was making a move on you: as little or even insignificant that gesture was to everyone else, it meant the world to you.

"Sure, sharing is always better, right?" you shared a glare that spoke the untold love for each other, yet not unknown. "So... what do you want to see?" you finally asked.

"I don't know... maybe-" suddenly he noticed the tv, that was already on, presented the Murray Franklin show, catching immediately his attention. "Murray!!" once he saw it, it was like his shyness was never there: the carefree and excited Arthur who you never had the chance to meet, was now shown. You even felt jealous for a moment, seeing all his attention was now in the show.

"Oh, you like Murray? I watch him from time to time, the show is really funny." he turned his attention to you again, seeming surprised by your answer.

"You do...?" his grin shined even more once he discovered you had more things in common, one of them being something he admires and even considers as a dream, the main goal in his professional life.

"Of course! Who doesn't like to laugh and relax after a tiring day of work? Laughing is the best medicine for happiness." his smile broke, slowly decreasing into nothing. "I mean, when you really want to laugh, not when you have to." you remembered his condition, so you corrected yourself.

"I heard that my whole life, so I guess you're right..." he seemed mindful, looking and playing with his own worn hands. You gently grabbed his hand into yours.

"Don't worry Arthur, I'll make sure you really laugh, not just because you can't control it or because you forcely have to. I promise you... I will do my best to make you happy everyday." these moments and words were unforgettable to him. He couldn't see his life without you anymore: the only way he could be truly happy is by your side, the only way he could survive... is only by your side.

"Thank you, Y/n. I... I-I really enjoy these moments I spend with you. They're the only thing that make me feel happy and alive. You make me feel like... like I'm real and seen... and you have no idea how much that is important to me." you felt so proud of him for being able to speak from his mind and heart without hesitance, and utterly special for being the only one who entirely owned his trust.

"You don't need to thank me, Art. It's my pleasure to be with you, a man who's so kind and respectful like you. If others can't see it, it's not your fault. Like I use to say, it's their loss for not seeing someone so good in front of them. But I can see it... and we all only need the ones who really care about us in our lives, the rest is just the rest. They don't matter." now was your turn to speak the honest truth. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand how right and perfect he thought you were: it was like destiny was telling him to not let you escape... because you are his soulmate, his one and only person who came to this world with the purpose of filling him, to fill his heart with pure love, compassion and comprehension. "Oh, the show has already started!" both of you were so distracted or, should I say, so concentrated on each other, that you didn't even notice what was happening around you: the world always stops when you are together.

Once you decided to see the show, you shared the made popcorn and some laughs, Arthur always making sure you would laugh when he would. Every time Murray made a joke, Arthur looked at you, concentrated on your expressions while admiring your beauty. It was an incredible spent night: you laughed, ate popcorn together, supported each other... with time, you even hugged him softly, only for him to gladly return it, yet shyly, as predicted. If you two were honest, you would admit that you wanted so badly to share a sweet, passionate and meaningful first kiss... but that has to be preserved for your future dates, since the respect you have for one another it's incomparable to any other: you want things to happen naturally, without hurry, because what begins fast... ends quickly as well, and that's the last thing you want to happen, for sure.

This was the last piece of the puzzle that was needed to finally go forward your relationship: you belong to each other, like your hearts are attached and only function correctly when you are together, like the universe had and still has wonderful plans for you... and both of you are so glad to finally be able to be by your soulmate's side... forever.

[quaranmine]

@fandomsscreamingbisexual @oh-hecc-im-stupid-af @toffee-rambles

this is exactly what I was thinking! ok so I'm gonna ramble for a bit about air pressure, percent atmospheric oxygen, altitude and probably forget everything I learned about gas theory a month ago. and I'm going to try to apply it to minecraft.

So, irl, thinner air is found at higher altitudes. That's a major part of altitude sickness, which is the splitting headache I talked about. Another part of altitude sickness is air pressure, so I guess for the sake of this discussion we'll assume that the End also has lower air pressure than the overworld. Like a mountain except it's a bunch of islands floating in a void with no night and day.

Mount Everest (~8000m/29000ft) is our most extreme example of this, and there's 66% less oxygen found there than at sea level. That said, if you were to take a portal and just jump out on top of Everest you'd die pretty quickly without acclimation. "Quickly" as in like a hour, which is why climbers spend weeks at base camp.

So the either we do a handwave for fantasy mechanics or the End has slightly more oxygen than that, because the hermits don't literally just die if they don't acclimate (although...that could be a headcanon too).

I like to think that the End takes preparation to go to. It's dangerous. It takes a ton of exertion to do work at high altitudes--so imagine jumping out of a portal and being thrown into a fight with the Ender Dragon! Not to mention the void, that vast fatal expanse of nothingness.

So if we're going to apply the popular headcanon that Xisuma is from the end, he'd be adapted for low oxygen and low pressure. Apparently normal humans cannot permanently acclimate to altitudes over 5500m/18,000ft because of the low oxygen/low pressure, so vice versa X may not be able to permanently acclimate to the overworld and thus needs his helmet. I went into this post wondering why hermits could visit the End and breathe but Xisuma needed support for breathing in the overworld, and the answer is that the hermits don't live in the end long term. They'd need support to live there long term.

Now as for the Nether...if we assume that it feels stuffy, we can also assume it has poor oxygen as well. Stuffiness in air is often because of CO2 or other gases present, so I think it wouldn't be far off to assume the nether has poor air because of the CO2 produced from the fire or from SO2 like in volcanoes. The nether isn't a volcano but volcanoes are probably the closest real world example. I also feel like nether air could be compared to bad air in caves--deep underground, enclosed, stale, and possibly toxic. Not to mention that the nether also has ash and spores and stuff that would be terrible for breathing! I imagine hermits would also not be able to spend long periods of time there.

Since it's also a popular headcanon that Tango is from the nether, one could also draw a conclusion that maybe he has trouble with overworld air too. Maybe he's able to adapt better than Xisuma and doesn't need any support, or maybe he uses something more subtle.

Either way, this was very interesting to me.

everyone seems to agree with the headcanon that the air in the end is thinner than in the overworld but nobody ever talks about the splitting headache that the hermits would get after visiting it

[acotar-shit-thoughts]

Truly!!! Yeah!!! I realize how much I had to excuse my own personal thoughts and beliefs to get into the story. It's similar to game of thrones where I was very much uncomfortable w the r*pe scenes and brutalizing scenes...

And it's really wild because I didn't even but feysand well until feyre left spring court in ACOMAF. But you're so right that literally all these males are brutal and the story becomes who will brutalize less which is disgusting. My hypothesis is that this isn't a romance but a tragedy since we see feyres world turn upside down and she's fitted into this world far from humans. She's never been able to escape it and has to adopt and tolerate. We saw her break after UTM and I think she never stopped breaking. rhysand didn't heal her he just picked up the pieces and introduced her to a new reality and pretended like it was significantly better because her other options was to be with a raging beast and being stuck in a house. it's similar to this post I read about Twilight being a tragedy rather than a romance and I think it can be applied here too.

It's strange to be like this mate thing is a declaration of love. But it can also mean nothing. I brought into feysand as the story goes on but it's just me suspending my own beliefs again. I would say rhysand really isn't that great and feysand isn't actually a good couple either. When rhysand refused to tell feyre about the dangers of having the baby, I didn't think he cared about the well being of her but rather the idea of a heir. I think a lot about how feysand is also always having sex and it just screams primal urges rather than love. They don't have even footing because everything feyre has is given by rhysand. She doesn't have real power and the fact her power got stiffen when she was pregnant continues to support the idea that feyre isn't actually ok and that this coupling truly isn't as great as feyre's pov suggest. And making feyres pov so unreliable makes this even harder to read because she's literally living a weird warped reality.

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Sorry I think I derailed the original post but I cant help but ponder this. it doesn't feel like a romance at all and I just realized I had to push aside a lot of things I wouldn't normally push aside to buy into this coupling and this world and their societal expectations/mannerisms. It's not suppose to be this beautiful happy world which is fine but man the brutality of it all can be so dark and confusing to understand.

Hey so I’m kind of really scared to post this, I’m afraid of the hate I’ll get, but I read the first two books of ac0tar and something just didn’t sit right. I felt like feyre was like this perfectly busty perfectly curvy white girl with not a lot of character development. It wasn’t feminist, all of the characters were white, and both of the male protagonists didn’t sit right with me. I’ve been looking more into it and the more I think about it the more disgusted I am. I even stopped reading the series because I felt sick reading it.

I hated that Rysand s3xually assaulted feure and then sj/m could turn around and call them mates because she thought she could further that relationship more than muscly white boy tamlin. who also abused her. i hate that constantly throughout the book she glorifies men as these all powerful way more magical beings. I really don’t want to receive hate, I just wanted to put out there that I don’t think these books are what people think they are.

and Lucian deserved better

[whatevercomestomymind]

Ok I'll go off I guess.

Quick note on the English Bow (longbow is a modern, non-Mideval term) or War Bow: a 50 lb draw on one of those would have been considered a TRAINING bow, for teenagers. Young teenagers at that. The range of draw weight for ones deployed in battle were from 85-150 lb draw weight, most being around 130.

That means Bard would have been WAY more muscular than the actor portraying him, unless he had Mystical Genetic Bonuses that Tolkien loved to use.

These bows weren't typically used for accurate shots. It was a numbers game. You slammed as many arrows as possible into a spot on the battlefield to hit as many men as you could. The fact that he was known for his accuracy at long range would have been nothing short of legendary.

Now, on to swords! Particularly the Dwarven ones depicted *drool*. Many have argued that the design is impractical. And for a Human wielder, absolutely. But for a Dwarf? These weapons were designed, like every other weapon in history, to overcome a specific set of armor defenses. Specifically, Dwarven armor. These swords were NOT DESIGNED to deal with comparatively lighter Human armor worn by faster, more agile opponents.

These swords are designed to function like a cross between a wood axe and a sword. They're heavy, with a ridiculously thick cross section, extra material at the head of the blade, and a VERY obtuse edge geometry. These were absolutely not light, nimble swords by Human standards; in fact, your average Human would probably have trouble lifting one, much less wielding it.

Tolkien Dwarves are estimated to be about ⅓ shorter than the average human, but 3-4x stronger by the averages. This means an average human warrior, being able to move quite easily in full armor weighing around 35-40 lbs all up (including weapons and undergarments, not including shield, which was usually only a few extra pounds) would be equivalent to a Dwarven warrior wearing 105-160 lbs of arms and armor. And that's AN AVERAGE. That's for the dwarves built like Thorin! Not for the guys built like flaming Dwalin, the Dwarven Brick House himself. Fili & Kili would have probably been comfortable on the lighter end there, Thorin in the mid range of around 130 lbs of equipment, and Dwalin probably could have gotten away with around 180-200 lbs of armor and weaponry without any real encumberance.

So basically, these guys were flaming TANKS. Even the skinny ones. On the battlefield, Humans wouldn't have stood a chance against them. They hit way harder, and ALL of their weaponry is designed for crushing, piercing and splitting, not cutting and stabbing like human weaponry, which means that their weapon strikes are going to deal devastating damage, even to those wearing armor, because human armor is designed to stop the stabby-slashy, not the Looney Tunes anvil. Dwarven armor was easily 3-4x thicker than human armor. That means that even the whole “oh humans could dance around them and pierce the gaps from greater range” argument completely falls apart. It's fricking HARD to stab through HUMAN maille; now imagine trying to shove a sword through maille that's 3x thicker, and that's not even taking into account the canonically superior Dwarven smithing ability. Then try to imagine what'd happen to a human-made sword swinging it at ½” thick hardened steel plate, which would be equivalent to their plate armor.

Additionally, Dwarves were fucking LEGENDS when it came to metalwork. Basically, the very very very best swords produced by humans (eg Viking/Syrian/Japanese pattern welded, differentially hardened steels) were scoffed at for being barely functional by Dwarven standards. Literally the only weapons better than theirs were the magical ones. So just imagine trying to stab a sword through maille that's 3x thicker, and made from material that was far stronger than human blades were made from. Hiw far do you think that would get? Yeah, not very.

In a pitched battle, humans would have been fucking DECIMATED by dwarves- human blades would be shattering left and right, armor being crushed like soda cans, arrows bouncing off these FRIKKIN TANKS that are ALMOST AS FAST AS HUMANS ARE. And that's just THE AVERAGE DWARF soldier FFS! Now imagine what truly gifted, experienced warriors like Thorin and Dwalin could do.

Dwarven swords were designed to get through Dwarven armor, which was INSANELY heavy, so their weapons were created to crush and split, being point heavy to generate more inertial impact with less effort. And once you got a juggernaut of a weapon like Thorin's Kingsword going, the momentum of the blade alone would have made it nigh impossible to stop.

These guys were wielding swords that were designed like wood-splitting mauls (think sledgehammer with an axe blade on one side) as easily as a human would wield a longsword (remember Aragorn? Yeah, Thorin could do THAT shit with a fucking sledgehammer).

And dont even get me STARTED on motherfuckimg Mithril. 10-50x stronger than human steel, but a third the weight? FFS Tolkien. As if they weren't badass enough.

Ok so Mithril. A material so awesome even the Dwarves were in awe of it. So, you thought the picture I painted above was terrifying? Now imagine one of those guys, but EVEN MORE FUCKING BULLETPROOF WHO CAN MOVE AS FAST AS YOU CAN IN JOGGING CLOTHES. Now suddenly, you've got one of these indestructible assholes who can move twice as fast as the rest of them, which means, due to the incredible difference in strength, he's now 3x faster than you are! AND HE'S SWINGING A GODDAMN SLICEY SLEDGEHAMMER AS EASILY AS YOU CAN WHIP AND NAE NAE!!

And bloody Dwalin doesn't even have a sword! He's got a flaming metal spikey CLUB that just happens to have a couple sharp edges, you know, for aesthetic purposes.

Even Fili's “light” knives that were essentially Dwarven Machetes, would have carried as much impact as a Claymore wielded by William Wallace himself.

And for everyone who thought Bombur using a ladle was stupidly hilarious and foolish of him, how would you react to The Rock swinging a solid steel punch bowl on a stick at your head?

And now we come to Thorin. Thorin Goddamn Blind As A Fucking Bat Oakenshield. HE gets given Orcrist. Talk about overpowered character here. This blade is Elven, so, magic steel. It's the same length he's used to, it's still point heavy like he's used to, so no major issues in using it. But. This motherfucker is SLICEY AS ALL HELL. And, since it's Elven-made, you know it's super light in comparison to Thorin's original weapon. How do we know this? Gandalf gets a blade made by the same smiths in the same period, and this dude is not only OLD, but he's a Wizard. He's not a fighter class of any kind. He probably picked up the essentials of swordsmanship over the centuries, but it's not like he trains his fighting endurance every day, so wielding a normal human sword for even an hour would have been marathon-level exhausting for him, but he uses that thing all day long at Helm's Deep without much bother. So we can safely assume that it's significantly lighter than your average bastard sword or arming sword, which also allows us to believe that Orcrist was similarly light as there's about the same amount of material in both blades. So this means that for Thorin, Orcrist would have been anywhere from 1/6 - 1/32 the weight of what he was used to.

Remember how Count Dooku was wielding his Lightsabers? Yeah. Thorin was able to pull THAT kind of shit once he had Orcrist (and yes I'm STILL pissed off that Jackson didn't take all this into account lol).

Basically, Tolkien Dwarves and their weapons were a serious force to be reckoned with, which could totally explain why Thranduil didn't want to get involved with fighting something that tore through the Dwarves like butter, and why Bard and the Army of Laketown tried to stay out of it for as long as they could, and why he pushed so hard for peace - besides the fact that he's just a Good Guy, he'd have known that humans fighting dwarves was suicide, but more painful. It could also explain why no one helped with them fighting the Orcs. Everyone was like “shit bro, those orcs tore through the fuckin DWARVES. Ain't no fuckin WAY we'd have a chance. We'd actually probably get MORE of them killed by being in the way!”

So just remember kiddos, before you poke fun at dwarven weapons, they're designed to break tanks.