#And it would definitely cause some fights

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Rafayel x Reader

Content: You can't swim, unbeknownst to Rafayel

[2,132 words]

      You never learned how to swim. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to, you just… never did. Somehow, life had just happened, and the skill had never made it onto your list of priorities. Honestly, you were still surprised they let you pass the hunter's exam without it. In hindsight, maybe that should’ve been a red flag.

      What you definitely never expected was to end up dating a Lemurian, whose entire thing was swimming.It had never been a problem before.

      Until now.

      Rafayel had asked you to come with him to one of the small islands off the coast to collect some protocores for his art. At first, you refused, because the last time you agreed to “help” him, you almost died of a headahe caused by yours truly.

      But then he begged.

      And begged.

      And kept begging, his voice slipping into that smug-yet-somehow-irresistible drawl, all while he leaned in close, violet hair brushing against your skin, glowing eyes locked onto yours like he knew you were about to cave.

      And you did.

      Like an idiot.

      And now here you are.

      "Rafayel, is the boat supposed to be filling up with water?" You let out a nervous laugh, watching with growing horror as the canoe sloshed and rocked beneath you, an alarming amount of seawater sloshing in.

      Rafayel, lounging at the other end of the boat like he wasn’t about to sink into the abyss, barely spared the situation a glance.

      "Hm?" He flicked his glowing gaze toward the rising water, then shrugged. "No."

      Your heart stopped.

      "What?" you screeched, gripping the sides of the canoe with white-knuckled panic. "Rafayel, we are literally sinking! Do something!"

      Before he could answer with some careless remark, a rough tide surged against the boat.

      And just like that, the ocean yeeted you both overboard.

      One moment, you were panicking about the water in the boat, and the next, there was no boat at all, just open sea and the horrifying realization that you were now in it.

      You hit the water with a spectacular splash, flailing like a terrified cat thrown into a bathtub. Saltwater rushed up your nose, your limbs twisted in every direction, and for a horrifying second, you had no idea which way was up.

      You never thought your life would end like this, kicking, screaming, and flailing like some sort of demented fish out of water. Except, in this case, you were very much in the water, and very much drowning. Meanwhile, your so-called boyfriend, the ever-unbothered Lemurian prince, stood just a few feet away, knee-deep in the surf, watching your impending demise with all the urgency of a man leisurely deciding what to order for dinner.

      "Rafayel!" you shrieked, voice cracking with desperation as you inhaled a mouthful of saltwater. You choked, sputtering, arms thrashing wildly against the relentless pull of the waves. “I’m dying!”

      Rafayel, in all his infuriating, otherworldly grace, simply tilted his head to the side. His lilac hair fluttered in the sea breeze, glowing bioluminescent markings pulsing faintly along his skin like he had all the time in the world. He regarded you with the same curiosity one might reserve for watching a particularly dumb bird fly into a glass window.

      “Huh,” he mused.

      Huh? The fuck he mean ‘huh’?

      You barely had time to process the sheer audacity of this man before another wave crashed over you, momentarily pulling you under. You surfaced with a spluttering gasp, panic sinking its claws into your chest as you flailed harder. Your limbs felt like dead weight, dragging you down with every second.

      "Help me!” you howled, arms slapping at the water in a way that probably made you look more like a malfunctioning wind-up toy than a person fighting for her life.

      A small, amused smile tugged at his lips, the only betrayal of whatever amusement he was clearly getting out of this. But did he move? No. No, he did not. Instead, he just let out a long, drawn-out sigh—as if you were the inconvenience here. As if your very real, very valid fear of imminent death by drowning was nothing more than an overblown inconvenience to his otherwise peaceful day.

      “You’re making this harder than it has to be, Y/N,” he drawled, finally, finally stepping forward with the air of someone being forced to deal with a particularly persistent child. Then, without even a hint of effort, he reached out, grabbed you by the waist, and lifted you clean out of the water.

      Like. A. Toddler.

      Your arms and legs dangled uselessly for a moment, saltwater dripping from your clothes as you gaped at him in pure, seething betrayal.

      "Oh, now you help," you snapped, regaining your senses enough to latch onto him like a drowning cat, your nails digging into his back with intent.

      “I could have died, Rafayel! Drowned! Gone forever! And what were you doing?” You narrowed your eyes, rage bubbling hotter than the embarrassment coursing through you. “Watching? Enjoying my suffering?”

      Rafayel blinked at you, expression unreadable as his glowing gaze met yours. Then, with the audacity of a man who has never once suffered the consequences of his own actions, he simply said—

      “You should’ve just swum.”

      You stared at him, dumbfounded.

      A moment of silence passed.

      Then, deadpan, voice flat as the calm sea beneath him, you spat, "I can’t swim, you fish brained sea-rat."

      His lips quirked slightly, his expression almost, but not quite, apologetic.

      "That's unfortunate," he murmured, the words dripping with so much faux sympathy that you seriously considered just launching yourself back into the ocean to die out of sheer spite.

      Before you could fully unleash the absolute onslaught of rage simmering within you, the kind of rage only born from near-death experiences and insufferably attractive boyfriends, Rafayel did the most unfair thing imaginable.

      He kissed you.

      Your brain short-circuited.

      One moment, you were poised to yell, to fight, to maybe sink your teeth into his stupidly perfect flesh in revenge, and the next? His lips were on yours, warm and infuriatingly soft, pressing against yours with an ease that suggested he’d been planning this from the start.

      Your entire thought process derailed, skidding off the metaphorical road and crashing straight into the ocean floor.

      You were kissing a prince. A literal sea god. Your fingers twitched against his neck, your breath caught somewhere in your throat, your heart hammering so hard it felt like it was trying to swim away on its own. You barely had time to process the weight of the moment before—

      Splash!

      You hit the water.

      Again.

      "RAFA—BLURBGLH—" You barely got half his name out before you were swallowed whole by the ocean, sinking like an actual rock.

      The moment you resurfaced, coughing, sputtering, and gasping for air, your first thought was murder. You were going to kill him.

      You were—

      Wait.

      You furrowed your brows, blinking through the salty sting in your eyes but there was no salty sting. Something was… off.

      Why weren’t you… drowning?

      Your lungs felt fine. No burning, no struggle, no desperate gasps for air. You instinctively sucked in a breath, expecting to choke, to cough, to die.

      But instead—

      Holy hell.

      You could breathe.

      Underwater.

      Before you could even begin to process the absolute insanity of what was happening, before you could come to terms with the fact that you were somehow breathing underwater, something cold and unfamiliar wrapped around your leg.

      Instant, unfiltered terror shot through you like a bolt of lightning.

      You shrieked, not that it did much good underwater, as bubbles exploded from your mouth in a frantic, garbled mess. Your limbs flailed wildly, your body twisting in every direction, every primal instinct screaming at you to fight before some monstrous sea creature dragged you into the abyss, never to be seen again.

      But then, through the chaos of your own panic, you saw him.

      Rafayel.

      Floating effortlessly below you, utterly unbothered, shoulders shaking as if he was holding back the world's most obnoxious laugh. His bioluminescent markings pulsed with a soft glow, casting eerie, shifting light through the water. His long, violet hair drifted around him like a silk curtain, shimmering in the dim ocean light. And there, wrapped around your leg was his stupid hand.

      This fish-brained, sadistic menace had deliberately scared you for fun.

      You narrowed your eyes so hard you were surprised the water pressure didn’t crush your skull.

      Fury ignited in your chest as you kicked at him, your foot landing against his arm. Not hard enough to actually hurt, but definitely hard enough to make it very clear that you were out for blood.

      “I hate you!” you yelled, or at least, you tried to, but since you were underwater, it mostly just came out as a series of distorted bubbles and aggressive body language.

      Rafayel didn’t even have the decency to look guilty.

      Instead, he grinned, sharp teeth flashing as he tugged you closer, effortlessly dragging you through the water like you weighed nothing.

      "You love me," he said, smug and self-assured, as if the fact was as unchangeable as the tides.

      Your glare burned with the force of a thousand dying stars.

      And yet, despite everything, despite the sheer audacity of this infuriating sea prince, despite the fact that he had literally let you think you were drowning, despite the overwhelming urge to slap him with a wet fish, you couldn’t deny it.

      You did love him.

      Even if he was, without a doubt, the most insufferable, smug, irritatingly beautiful menace to ever exist.

      "Did you seriously think I’d let you die?" Rafayel's voice was calm, but there was something else beneath it. Something ancient, certain. "I've been waiting over a century for you to return to me."

      You barely processed his words as you clung to him, hands fisting into the smooth, iridescent skin of his back. Your whole body was trembling, but whether it was from the cold, the fear, or the sheer insanity of this entire situation, you didn’t know.

      "What?" Your voice trembled. He always said weird, cryptic things like that, but he never explained them. Normally, you would’ve pressed him for answers, but right now, you had bigger concerns. Like, for example, the very real possibility of being crushed by the pressure of the deep sea.

      It was dark down here.

      Rafayel had told you before that life in the deepest depths of the sea had no light. Experiencing it was horrifying.

      You couldn’t see anything.

      The darkness was suffocating, pressing in on all sides like a living thing. You had no sense of direction, no way of knowing what lurked just beyond your reach.

      "How am I able to breathe underwater?" You finally managed to ask.

      Rafayel chuckled, the sound low and amused. "Shouldn’t you know the answer to that, Cutie? You bought that book on understanding Lemurians."

      Your mind raced. That stupid textbook. The one written by a human who had clearly never met an actual Lemurian in their life. Half of the book had been filled with biases and misinformation.

      You shook your head, frustrated. "That book was useless."

      Rafayel came to a stop in front of you. His glowing eyes studied you for a moment before he smiled.

      "Kissing a Lemurian allows you to breathe underwater for a bit," he admitted.

      You stared at him. "Oh."

      That was all you could say. Oh.

      Because what else was there to say? Rafayel had literally shoved you into the ocean with zero context and expected you to just figure it out. You had been drowning and his solution had been to just make out with you instead of, oh, you know, telling you beforehand.

      You opened your mouth, fully prepared to chew him out, but then another shiver wracked your body. "I’m cold. I can’t see."

      Rafayel hummed, and before you could react, he wrapped himself around your waist and pulled you close. You barely had time to gasp before warmth began to seep into your skin. His body heat flared, an obvious sign that he was using his Evol, and within seconds, the chill was melting away.

      Then, in one smooth motion, he raised his hand.

      A flame flickered to life in his palm, glowing a warm, golden-orange. It burned underwater, as if the ocean itself bent to his will. Now that you could see, it wasn’t so bad. It looked kind of beautiful. The fire danced and crackled in defiance of the deep, illuminating his sharp features and casting flickering shadows against his violet hair.

      He looked otherworldly.

      Dangerous. Beautiful. Entirely not human.

      And yet, somehow, despite everything, despite the fact that you were in the darkest, deepest part of the ocean with a smug, possibly unhinged sea prince, you felt safe.

[takusan-no-ai]

“Even if the Stars Align”

PAIRING: Miyabi x Male Reader (Romantic) (Angst)

SUMMARY: (Y/N) and Miyabi fight against all odds to be together.

“And in other news, Miyabi of the Hoshimi family, void hunter of Section 6, was possibly seen with her lover? Anonymous sources captured photos of the young lady enjoying a coffee on Sixth Street with none other than (Y/N).” The news reporter moved aside, showcasing the exclusive photo in high definition.

“(Y/N) is future heir to the EC Pharmacy, a renowned medical center that has been a major contributor to lessening ether corruption. Said heir was recently abducted and considered a ‘priority asset’, to which Miss Hoshimi was tasked with rescuing him herself.”

A photo of the two standing close to each other was shown on screen.

“EC Pharmacy and the Hoshimi family have a strong relationship and history with each other, making it possible that the two heirs are potentially in a arranged endogamous marriage. During the date the couple was reportedly seen enjoying each others company, even getting within close proximity to take a picture together.”

The screen switches to showcasing (Y/N)’s father and Souichirou Hoshimi calming down the loud press and aggressive fans of Miyabi.

“Is there a hidden agenda behind this case? Are the two families involved planning something? Does the Hoshimi family want closer connections towards EC Pharmacy and is (Y/N) planning to take over the Hoshimi business along with his own? We’ll keep you updated as soon as we have more information.”

The tv screen turns off without a sound. But the slamming of a remote more than makes up for the uncomfortable silence. (Y/N)’s father looked at the blank screen, a scowl on his face.

“The nerve of those people! Always in other people’s business. It is things like this that make a partnership with the Hoshimi family so difficult.” He stomped back and forth whilst huffing here and there.

(Y/N) sat down on the large sofa, a strained smile on his face. “But you and Souichirou handled it, right? So it’ll be fine—”

“And you! It is that casual attitude of yours that gave the press and those obsessive ‘fans’ of Miss Hoshimi such leverage. You do not call him ‘Souichirou’; he is a business partner, so call him Mr Hoshimi.” He scolded his son. (Y/N) looked down, face scrunched up.

His father had a point. This wasn’t the first time (Y/N)’s eccentric ways had caused him some trouble. But even still, none of them compared to this scandal.

It wasn’t a particularly bad thing, his friendship with Miyabi. But the press knew how to spin a story. Twist it into a lie. Cause panic. The number one ether corruption clinic’s future heir becoming president of the Hoshimi company would cause an outrage amongst the high society.

Then there were the lower class who could only wonder if this would lead to a change in the way things worked. If they would have to suffer whatever possibilities happened in the future.

“…it’s so damn stupid.” (Y/N) mumbled under his breath. “Who gives a damn if we’re friends or lovers? Our businesses work together and everyone is happy but the second it can potentially become more than that it’s a problem?”

His father watched as his son complained through gritted teeth.

“And me? Being the owner of the Hoshimi family company? Ha! Mr. Hoshimi promised that to Miyabi regardless of who she married.”

“And that someone she marries certainly will not be you.” His father stared down at him, towering above (Y/N). “I do not need you further jeopardizing our relationship with the Hoshimi family. Until this is all taken cared of I forbid you from leaving and will be keeping you under stricter supervision.”

(Y/N) shot up with a panicked look. “What?! You can’t—”

“I can and I will. You are to be transported to our family villa. Guarded all hours. And limited access to the outside world. This is the only way to keep those nosy paparazzi from turning another narrative.”

(Y/N) stared at his father in astonishment, eyes wide open and mouth agape. He gripped his hands into tight fists, and with an annoyed huff, walked back to his room.

There he locked the door, opening a loose floorboard from under his bed, and pocketing his emergency phone; his other already having been confiscated. Only to be returned to him once it was “child proof”.

And like that he was taken away to his villa.

…

Some days had passed since then, and although the tension was lessened, it didn’t help to deter all the journalists. They would camp out around Section 6, just behind the fence; though some did try to climb over. All to try and get an exclusive interview with Miyabi.

There in the Section 6 office she was. Her ears drooped slightly. Her performance review came in, and it wasn’t any different from the previous days. That is to say that it was just as bad as before. She didn’t care for the drama going on; her father even allowing her to continue seeing him as she pleased.

The problem is that he hadn’t come to see her once. And just the thought of that had her, surprisingly to even herself, enraged. Here she was failing to do her job all because she couldn’t get her mind off of him. She wanted to train so badly. But even that was becoming difficult.

The little texts he would send her here and there weren’t cutting it. Miyabi had never felt this way before. An unspoken yearning that she wanted for nothing more than to simply go away.

Yanagi, Soukaku, and Harumasa stared at their chief as she fiddled with her scrolls.

“Is Miyabi going to be okay?” Soukaku asked.

“Maybe chief just needs a break to cool her head?” Harumasa chimed in.

“No, Asaba. What she needs is a push.” Yanagi said.

“Eh? What do you mean sis?”

“What I mean is that we should encourage her to get what she wants: (Y/N).”

Harumasa nodded. “Yeah, chief isn’t just lovesick. She’s super dense. Being indirect isn’t going to work well.”

Soukaku gasped. “Harumasamasa! Careful, Miss Miyabi might hear you!”

“You’re being even louder, Soukaku. But you’re right.” Yanagi chided them both.

“I’m dense?” Miyabi questioned the trio, having suddenly appeared behind them. They jumped in surprise, Harumasa already raising his hands in a prayer.

“Please don’t be mad, chief! But we really are worried about you.” He said.

“I’m lovesick? What does that mean, Yanagi?”

Miyabi looked towards her with a downcast expression, yet her eyes glowed like the stars. Eager to find her answer.

“It means…that you desperately want to see the person you love. And that not being near them will cause great distress. That is your predicament, Miyabi.”

She looked down at her phone. Staring at the last text (Y/N) had sent her. He was staying in his villa, as he was ordered to by his father. Miyabi thought back to their meet up, and even their first encounter.

She had grown attached to him in such a short period of time. Something about his personality drew her in. And his fun nature. And his good looks—

Yeah, her blushing face reflected on her blackened screen made it all the more clear to her. Truly, this was the hardest training she had ever undergone; she was in love. And Miyabi refused to let it end like this.

“I’m leaving early today, Yanagi.” Miyabi stated while already leaving the office in a quick stride.

Yanagi giggled. “Ha. It seems our chief is growing more and more.”

…

“Sir, our sources report that Miss Hoshimi was seen close in the vicinity of the villa.” A guard reported to (Y/N)’s father. The man was just filling through paper work, and with an exasperated sigh, motioned for the guard to bring him his phone.

Just as he was dialing the number of his son, Souichirou’s call came through. Confused, he answered. “Yes, Mr Hoshimi?”

“Ha, you old man, enough with the formalities. We’re practically family.” Souichirou jested over the call. He quickly cleared his throat. “But enough pleasantries. Miyabi already informed me that she intends to see (Y/N). And I ask you, not as a business partner, but as a friend, to let her.”

(Y/N)’s father was silenced in shock. “But…if they do fall in love—”

“I’m afraid there’s no ‘if’ anymore dear friend.”

“The press will hound them. They will never have a moment of peace until the public grows tired of this meager propaganda.”

“And that’s where we adults come in. They’ll be fine. I can’t say you were any different from your son either. I still remember the day when your parents forbade you from seeing Donna; then you sneaked off and serenaded—”

“Alright! Alright!” He started to cough in his hand, blushing in embarrassment. “Fine. They need to grow up eventually. And protecting them from something as basic as a scandal will just hinder them.”

“Haha! I knew you would eventually let up you fossil.” Souichirou teased him more.

“Oh, so somebody is all young now? Then surely you are young enough to come over for a drink. And you will drink the alcohol.”

And like that, nothing stood in Miyabi’s way to (Y/N).

…

She finally made it there. Miyabi looked outside of the front door, ready to see (Y/N) again. Her heart started pounding loudly. And a small smile formed on her face. However her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of frustrated grunts.

Miyabi walked off to the side of the villa, and there she saw him.

(Y/N).

Climbing down his villa.

Not at all stealthily.

“(Y/N)?” She called out to him. He turned around, believing his ears were deceiving him.

“Miyabi?! What are you—ah!” He lost his grip and fell from the balcony.

Miyabi quickly dove forward and caught him in midair. Landing down seamlessly with (Y/N) in her arms in a cradle carry. “Thanks…and sorry.” (Y/N) said to her, a larger than life smile on his face.

Miyabi grimaced despite sharing a smile as well. “You’re…too…,” and with a tumble they both fell down. Laughing and smiling all the while.

Miyabi and (Y/N) gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Miyabi.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

…

“Miyabi?”

“Yes?” She answered with a sigh.

“Even if the stars align to keep us apart, I’ll always love you. And I’ll always find my way to you.”

And with that, they kissed.

- Fin

[poisonf0rest]

Im going to add on to Feral Raf in heat here-

How in the world is MC going to explain a sudden week absence to the Hunters Association? That's she is sick? Being out so long would make it so she needed to go see a doctor, wouldn't it?

Cue her having to call and explain this INSANE scenario to Zayne to try and get him to help her. Maybe he even shows up to the Studio, demanding answers- demanding to check on her. THE TENSION! THE ANGST POTENTIAL! (THE THREESOME WITH EXTREMELY POSSESIVE RAF?!?!?! OR OR OR SOMEONE WITH A *UNIQUE* PIECE OF ANATOMY THAT COULD MAYBE HELP HIM OUT TOO?!)

Im totally adding in this thought for my own Rafayel Heat fic but I needed to share it!

Im so obsessed with Rafayel in all forms. It's totally normal.

MHMMM LOVE LET ME KISS YOUR BRAIN~

Oh she absolutely has to take the week off— she’s not going to be able to escape Rafayel’s grasp let alone walk well enough to fight. I’d imagine MC has enough foresight to coincidentally take this week off for PTO lmao, but the off chance she doesn’t she’s going to have to submit some… interesting labwork in to prove she really is incapacitated.

OH ZAYNE WOULD FORCE YOU TO HAVE A CHECK UP. Honestly this comes from the— still pending— Zayne and Sylus fic, but he’d be pissed at the damage Raf accidentally caused on your body. Definitely cue Zayne offering to step in to give you a break and maybe be a little rougher than usual to punish Raf just a bit.

Safe to say it ends with all three of you in the bed.

[backseatloversz]

Ryan Ross & Brendon Urie on their singer/songwriter dynamic throughout 2006 (transcriptions + sources under the cut)

Rock Sound magazine:

"He is everything I am not," comments Ross of Urie. "From day-one I knew he was the singer, and I wrote the songs knowing I could not get up there and deliver the stuff in the way that he does. In a way he becomes me when on stage, as he says everything I wish I could but cannot. There are definitely things I did not hold back on because I knew it would not be me delivering it live."

Musiqueplus interview:

Interviewer: Was there a special moment where you guys said, every single piece of the puzzle is there and this is actually going to work?

Ross: Probably when I decided that I'm not a good singer and Brendon started singing. I was like, (Brendon: Okay!) this will work.

Urie: There we go, when I became the singer. There we go.

DVD interview:

Interviewer: How is it the two of you work together in the sense of like, cause [Ryan is] writing lyrics and [Brendon is] singing them and it's gotta be an interesting, uncommon situation.

Ross: Yeah, and that was really a tough kind of thing to figure out.

Urie: That was hard, writing for the album, because, well, A, I had never worked with a band, writing songs and stuff like that, so that was new to me, just being in a band, and never playing shows and having the experience so, and B, I always wrote, you know, shitty as they were, lyrics by myself and I would sing them so it was kind of weird to work that way with him being like, you have to sing it this way, it has to be presented in this fashion, and being like, oh God, I don't know if I can do it justice, because these are your words, how am I gonna be your voice? But I think we're getting better now.

Ross: Me trying to explain some kind of vocal characteristic to him, but then me not actually being able to sing it because I'm not that good at singing but then expecting him to understand what I meant was just very stressful the whole time. We'd get in fights all the time just out of frustration. It was very frustrating, but at the same time I think allowed me to write whatever kind of lyrics I wanted to write because I knew he was going to be singing them and I felt like he had such a stronger voice and it was definitely a voice that sort of demands that attention, you know, it's very prominent. And some of the lyrics were, you know, they're not exactly playing it safe, I guess, in any sort of way.

Urie: You could kind of hide behind my voice, I guess, in a sense.

Ross: It felt right to have confident sounding lyrics behind a confident voice, I guess is what I'm trying to say.

[insomniac4000]

Chained Together George Clarke Part 8

“Good night?” Harry smirked the next morning as he walked into the bedroom where George and Florence had stayed that night. The pair were both sitting up in bed, both of them scrolling on their phones.

“I would come up with a quip but you have the keys,” Florence uttered. She didn’t have a particularly restful sleep, she kept waking up and from what she could sense from George he was the same.

“Well you have twenty minutes of rest bite. Use it wisely.” Harry smirked suggestively. Florence rolled her eyes but had a small smile on her face. She rubbed her wrist when the cuffs were taken off and took herself off to the bathroom, feet padding on the floor.

“I tell you what you definitely won out the lottery,” Harry nodded to the direction Florence had gone in. The sound of the shower raining down let them both know Florence was well out of ear shot.

“What do you mean?” George asked running a hand through his hair.

“Well most of us said if we wanted to be stuck with anyone it would have been Florence,” Harry replied.

“Really?”

“You can’t deny she’s an attractive girl,”

“That may be so, doesn’t mean I like her,” George huffed as he finally got off from the bed and walked over to his duffle bag to get his outfit for the day.

“Alright mate. Harry smiled again before exiting the room.

Breakfast was unusually quiet, it seemed no one had slept well and there was another night to go. The ate their fruit and pastries and sipped their coffee in near silence when the door swung open and Simon came swanning in, the rest of the boys behind him.

“Good morning everyone!” Simon was far too chipper for that time of the morning, he got a couple of groans back, everyone anticipating what was about to come next.

“Ready for your second challenge?” The tall Youtuber asked and once again he was only met with some grunts.

“We’re barely half way through guys,” Simon laughed as he handed out three coloured envelopes to each pairing which were numbered with one, two and three. They opened them together with instructions to read them in turn. Chip read first, then Cal and finally George.

“Through mud and walls, we twist and turn,”

“Hand in hand, we leap and learn.”

“Bound together, swift we race—who will win this tricky chase? Does this mean what I think it means?” George whined, Florence glanced at him a little before looking back to Simon.

“If you all want to come out to the garden,” Simon replied with a smile, Ethan and Harry were giggling away like schoolboys at the back.

“I’m very worried…” Arthur said as he took a bite of cereal.

Within ten minutes everyone downed their coffee anticipating they would be needing it before they all made they way to to the garden of the rented property. To everyone despair an obstacle course was waiting for them. There was a net on the floor which they needed to crawl through to get to a wall climb, somehow get over that and then run the length of the garden which was about 25 minutes before getting an egg and a spoon they needed to run back with balancing the spoon and egg with their cuffed hands and over the finish line.

“This is fucking stupid area,” Chip grumbled causing everyone to smile and nod in agreement.

“The winner will get and extra ten minutes tomorrow morning and the losers have a horrible forfeit to do,” Simon advised everyone. Florence turned to George, her game face was well and truly on.

“Okay no matter what has happened if we have any chance of doing this we’re going to have to work together,” Florence looked at George with grit, determination, the type of fight she needed to have all throughout her life. George nodded slowly as he looked in her green eyes, he was beginning to understand her a little bit more. She was determined, she worked hard she thought things through, that’s why she had done so well that’s why she was in all of these videos he knew because he was exactly the same. There was still something he couldn’t shake, why was she like this? What was her story?

“Let’s do this,” George nodded and lifted his hand out for a shake. Florence took it tentatively handling it lightly as they shook, her hand feeling incredibly cold as he dropped his arm.

 “We’ll have to match each other down the net, you make your arm movements as big as possible I’ll try and keep mine slightly smaller. Same with the wall, we’ll just go one rung at a time.”

“You climb don’t you? I do too so hopefully it wont be too bad,” Florence said trying to ignore George’s hair blowing in the wind, it looked effortlessly good.

“I do. That’s good to know that could be our advantage point.”

“COME ON YOU TWO!” Ethan’s voice boomed from the other side of the garden. George and Florence went over and lined up next to the others. Theo and Cal were both jumping up and down in order to warm up, the latter warning the former about his hip and Chip had his hands on Arthur’s shoulders giving him a pep talk.

“Okay are you ready?” Simon asked all six contestants who gave a more enthusiastic response of YES and LETS GO.

“Three, two, one, GO!” Simon blew his whistle and it started. Typically Theo and Cal raced through the net as the tallest pair. Florence and George were sticking to their plan and as such were making steady progress, Chip and Arthur were both a disaster, Chip kept getting his foot caught in the net and both were bumping their elbows in each other’s faces.

The wall was next and George and Florence’s hobby really helped, George was impressed at the speed Florence was going but they still stuck to their one rung at a time rule to keep them on an even playing field, they were just very rapid. This was where Cal and Theo got stuck, Theo tried to pull himself up faster than Cal could, leading to their cuffed hands being dragged forcing Cal to lose his entire grip on the wall.

George and Florence were ahead, the run was a bit difficult as George was a little too fast and there was some pulling on his part but Florence managed to not stumble. They got the spoon and egg, Florence with the smaller hand had hers in front and George had his hand behind gripping near the end of the spoon, they tried to match each others steps as best they could. Ignoring all of the commotion and arguing which was going on behind them and purely focusing on what was in front of them.

“Slow and steady wind the race,” Florence muttered to no one in particular as they carefully made their way across the garden and made it to the finish line, Theo and Cal were arguing over their broken egg while Arthur and Chip had still yet to make it up the wall.

Simon gave his whistle three big blows signalling the winners. The race wasn’t over however, the last place pair would have a gruelling forfeit to complete but even at this stage it was impossible to imagine Arthur and Chip not coming last.

“Well congrats, you get more time away from me,” Florence spat before turning to Simon who approached the couple, her face broke out into a smile immediately.

To the surprise of no one Arthur and Chip lost,  their punishment was to cook dinner for everyone else, with their legs shackled as well as their wrists. George and Florence were able to choose when they wanted their twenty minutes of freedom and they had chosen just before dinner as they both wanted to freshen up a little. George has opted to take a shower while Florence simply changed into a grey tracksuit and was watching Arthur and Chip fail to cook some steak and chips.

“Can I ask you something?” Florence asked Arthur sipping her glass of wine on the counter, it was approaching eight o clock and she was starving, the breakfast bar was basically holding up her body weight.

“Go on,” Arthur replied despite being slightly panicked at the sight of the mushrooms.

“Yesterday when you said I had a story, I’m not mad but I was just wondering how much you knew?” She asked. She knew the cameras were on but didn’t much care, she had consumed a glass and a half of wine on an empty stomach, her inhibitions were lowering by the sip.

“No details. Just Chris had said that Esme said you had led an interesting life. You strike me as someone who lived abroad,” Arthur replied. Florence smiled, she knew she could trust Esme which was why she wasn’t mad at all.

“Well she’s right but you’re wrong. Sorry to say you couldn’t be more wrong,” Florence gave a small smile, it was hard to make a joke out of things but it was one of the few ways she knew to try and deal with it.

Arthur was going to open his mouth to ask another question but Harry came bounding in dragging George behind him, cuffs in hand. Little did anyone know George and Harry had their own conversation.

“Five minute warning mate,” Harry told George who was just getting dressed in the room.

“Cool thanks,” George sighed placing his grey T shirt over his head.

“You okay Clarkey? You don’t seem yourself,”

“I’m good, just a hard video,” George mumbled sitting back on the bed.

“You seemed to do well on the obstacle course though,”

“Yeah well an extra few minutes of freedom is welcome,” George laughed a little awkwardly before looking down at his lap.

“Are you seriously saying you don’t like her?”

“Women like her and guys like me aren’t compatible, someone who has it all and just some unfunny trying to make people laugh on tiktok. Let’s get these cuffs back on,” George sighed and walked out of the room, Harry following with small smirk on his face.

“Arthur did your mother never teach you to cook?” Chip complained.

“No, there I was the only boy for years, I never needed to, I know that sounds ridiculously sexist ”

“Don’t you have like twelve siblings?” Harry asked cuffing George and Florence together once more.

“I’m one of nine.”

“I’m pretty sure I told you this before but you do really remind me of my younger brother,” Florence smiled sadly, fiddling with her fingers.

The whole conversation turned into people talking about their families. For the most part Florence just listened and fiddled with her hands, George couldn’t help but notice the unrest for the person sitting next to him.

“You’ve been quiet.” George noted, Florence just nodded.

“Worried people would be jealous of your perfect upbringing.”

“When did you hear I had a perfect upbringing?” Florence asked placing her wine glass down, she could feel everyone’s eyes on her and she didn’t know what to do. George was so good at pressing her buttons she could feel the angry bubbling up inside.

“It’s just your type. Perfect, never been told no.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong,” Florence protested, she sighed as she tried to walk over to the living area to sit down but George pulled her back as he stared her down. Noses almost touching. Florence’s face crinkled.

“No come on. You keep saying I’m all wrong about you and all the rumours are untrue but you’ve never said or done anything to keep people thinking otherwise,” George snapped, his voice low.

“They’re all dead.” Those three words floored George, he let go of her, his face in shock. Hers momentarily going from upset to anger. How dare he, how dare he make her tell a room full of strangers and cameras things she wanted to keep private. If it wasn’t for the metal keeping them together Florence would have ran.

[katerinaaqu]

Odysseus and weapon of choice (a small analysis)

I find it interesting how the majority of artists and art depict Odysseus using bow and arrows exclusively and honestly I can see why. The reason is very good given how his bow is the most iconic weapon we see in the Homeric Poems and a weapon everyone remembers (pretty much the same as the great shield of Achilles if not more) and we do speak on Odysseus's great skill as an archer.

However...

I find it interesting how, ironically, Odysseus's weapons of choice is usually the spear. During the events of the Iliad Odysseus is mostly praised on his skill on the spear (compered to it even with great names like Achilles and Ajax), in most of his battles during the events of the Iliad (for example his fight against Socus and the Trojans in the 11th rhapsody) or in other events like the Odyssey Odysseus is observed to be armed usually with a spear (for example when he wears his armor to protect his men from Skylla he is seen to hold two spears in his hands) or even during the boar hunting scene, Odysseus's weapon of choice was not the bow and the arrow but it was the spear.

The fact that Odysseus has the bow as an iconic weapon is definitely not by chance given how Odysseus is known for his unorthodox methods that prioritize his safety over glorious battles. The bow and arrows usually were criticized as weapons of action by the Greeks as a cowardly weapon, something that is not supposed to be used by a warrior that respects himself. Known archer criticized for example was no other than Paris himself (ironically the same stigma didn't seem to apply to warriors like Philoctetes, maybe because of his fame and his importance as Heracles's companion, or Teucer most likely because Teucer was already stigmatized as illegitimate in some versions and being half-Trojan) It is not by chance that Odysseus begins his revenge against the suitors with a bow and arrows. It is a weapon that allows a cunning person deal damage from a distance and manage to ensure the odds being with himself given how he was surrounded by hostile men and he needed to even the odds as much as he could without engaging directly. However I find it extremely interesting how in combat Odysseus holds the spear as a weapon of choice, engaging more in close-range battle (even if not as closed as swords would permit)

In one way this signifies his duality in such a poetic way.

Arguably the bow and arrows unless shot through someone's vitals, is not a lethal weapon, at least not directly (thus Odysseus performing killing shots to the neck -Antinous- or the liver -Eurymachus-) and its aim is to cause damage enough to get someone out of battle, potentially occupying yet another person that shall take them to safety. Normally an arrow through a shoulder, a foot or an arm would not cause lethal damage especially through armor.

The spear if used properly is much more lethal weapon in combat. Odysseus is infamously seen doing a fair amount of killing using spears or swords for example killing Socus by stabbing him through the heart from the back or killing the boar by stabbing it to the shoulder. The weapon can also go through someone's vitals much easier given how it is used as close range weapon so someone has a visual contact with their opponent. A spear also even if it pierces an arm it can still sink deeper if the wielder keeps pushing it to an opponent.

This duality is also fitting Odysseus. On one hand he is a cunning person who wishes to deal damage to his opponent as much as possible. In that area an arrow would do the job; forcing an opponent to be nullified (potentially killed in the near future by infections to the wound) while occupying yet another person that would carry them out of the battlefield. and yet Odysseus apart from his viscous hits is a deadly fighter; someone who goes for the kill. With his strength and technique the killing shot can be delivered with a spear

However another duality can be seen

A bow requires precision, calmness and cunning to be drawn and aimed. Stability in hand and eye and good eyesight. It is a weapon of someone who knows the best strategy is to be away from battle, away from the main action. Which is what Odysseus does many times over

A spear requires technique, strength and power to be thrust properly and used and cause the maximum damage to the opponent and good hand coordination while fighting an opponent straight into the field of action but having in mind some distance between yourself and your opponent which again Odysseus does very often

Odysseus of course prefers to stay out of the field of action, perform his strategies when it is the proper time for him to go out at the field and get involved there. He doesn't care what name he gets as long as he survives another day. On the other hand Odysseus wants and craves praise and glory like any other warrior even if he doesn't always pursue it with the cost of his own safety. That purpose serves a direct battle, into the action and in the field. The spear that represents this more ferocious and proud side of his is definitely not a coincidence in my opinion. Odysseus is definitely a man prone to violence especially in battlefield and he aims for lethal force which is served better with a spear than a bow and arrow especially in times of pressure within the battlefield.

Cunning vs Strength, Caution vs Bravery, Survival vs Glory

His sides are served by the fact that his iconic weapon is a bow but his weapon of choice is a spear.

But what do you guys think? Leave your thoughts below! ^_^

[callmrmorrow]

to make up for my last post, here’s what i think the invincible characters would do as content creators

mark grayson/invincible: comic book channel who analyzes and breaks down different in-world comics, particularly seance dog. very critical. has those really dumb cheesy thumbnails of his jaw hanging while he points at the new issue in blatant shock. is on youtube. think star wars theory but with less alt-right pipeline bs. has a somewhat decent following

nolan grayson/omniman: this motherfucker hates social media and thinks it is one of the most moronic things to come out of humanity. has a twitter account to post about his books, only follows his wife and son (maybe his publisher) but doesn’t like mark’s tweets bc they’re mostly complaining, flaming, or talking about comic books (average male teen activities)

debbie grayson: house hunters for superheroes, or maybe closer to selling sunset with the entire company? could sell you a house with two murder victims on the floor ten feet away from you. if it’s something like selling sunset, she’s definitely the most popular with the fans because she’s super humble, competent, and shockingly compassionate on the camera. has a couple superfans who are largely middle-aged men and the occasional teenage girl (she has to manually block them on nolan’s phone; i imagine he’s not insecure but maybe a bit possessive)

amber bennett: probably runs a tiktok account on social justice topics. might have a tumblr or some other online blog where she breaks down current events and shares petitions for world betterment. anything but performative, frequently starts or attends protests for various causes. insanely well-spoken, lots of posts about her work at the soup kitchen, and you just know she donates money to everyone who pops up on her feed. such a good person it almost makes you feel like you’re not doing enough (and that’s lowkey the point).

eve wilkins/atom eve: science tutoring on youtube. faceless, think like khan academy, but has voiceovers. covers simple to super advanced stuff in a very understandable format that made her super popular. its some shit like “atomswitheve,” and it’s wildly popular but she literally never talks about it #humblequeen. while she and rex were dating, she let him edit a video and came back to like six explosions superimposed over chemical formulas.

the immortal: fucking history channel but it’s all about things he’s actually experienced, but nobody fucking believes him. voiceovers a slideshow of images. incredibly boring, comments are full of people saying “source” and he replies “I was there.” but again… no one believes him. a couple college professors cite his videos for historical inaccuracy — and they are inaccurate because immortal has an ego, but his content is actually closer than other firsthand accounts because he survived most of the stuff (and remembers it well).

oliver grayson: debbie screens his online time so he doesn’t go all ultron (we all know this motherfucker has little care for human life). mostly posts skating stuff or gaming clips that aren’t particularly good. does not get much traction but mark is always in his comments hyping him up, but he’s always wrong about what tricks oliver performs; it’s become a habit for oliver to march up to mark and say “this was actually a nollie inward heelflip you MORON”

rex splode: runs his own fan account that has like 7 posts of the druski dance with himself and captions like “yes i’m rex splode, yes i’m the best guardian, yes i bagged atom eve, yes i can defeat omni man, did i mention i can defeat omni man?” relatively popular. does tiktok live reactions of WWE fights — since he’s not wearing his costume, no one knows who he is — or anything else that his viewers submit. got cancelled twice but nobody seems to care, least of all him.

shrinking rae: runs a youtube account that is like… emulating one of those “day in the life of a [insert occupation] student” videos where she just kind of pretends to be normal. also makes cooking videos, videos about cleaning her apartment, self-care tips and tricks for young women (can’t imagine she got a lot of advice from her gung-ho superhero parents), and study habits for struggling college students. she kind of pretends to be who she wants to be irl.

kate cha: lowkey a music producer, since all her clones just play different instruments or harmonize with each other. she doesn’t get a lot of chances to do it with her hero work, but releases nothing but bangers when she can. featured rex yelling at her for cheating on him as an intro for one of her songs (like that one guy on tiktok) and it blew up. has a lot of songs about death, which most think is odd (important to remember she’s died a lot).

cecil stedman: does NOT post on social media and i can’t think of a world where he would. but if he did, it’s probably just a fake bot account that reposts pro-government propaganda. “more funding for the GDA” “cecil was right” “lets double the US defense budget” he’s the kind of guy to like everything on his fyp just to throw off the algorithm.

i do have more but this post is getting too long for most people’s (including me) low attention spans. will do a part 2 with requested characters if this is well-received

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Imagine Hydra coming back after Bucky’s adopted daughter when she is walking home from school (Bucky definitely told her NOT to walk home, that he or another Avenger would pick her up because of the risk, but she walked home to the Avengers HQ anyway)

Not Worth The Risk » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Dad/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Adopted Teen Daughter!Reader with the Avengers

Summary: Bucky tells you not to walk home from school cause it’s a risk, but you do it anyway and you quickly learn why it’s a risk to walk home.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, language, HYDRA, crying, nicknames

Age of reader: 15 years old

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: This is different from what I normally write so I decided to give it a try. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Y/N, hurry up or you’ll be late for school.” Bucky says, walking in your bedroom.

“I’m ready.” You say as you finished tying your shoes.

You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, following your dad out to the car.

“Dad, can I walk home from school today?” You asked.

“No.” Bucky answers, opening the car door.

“Why not?” You asked. “Some of my friends are walking home.” You say.

“I’m not your friends’ dad. I’m your dad and I told you, no.” He says.

You huffed and got in the car. Bucky got in the car and started it.

“Can you at least tell me why?” You asked.

“It’s too much of a risk.” He says.

“How’s walking home from school a risk?” You asked.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you, doll.” He says.

“Oh ok.” You say quietly.

Bucky pulled up to the school. You grabbed your backpack and got out of the car. He rolled down the window and called out for you.

“Have a good day at school, doll. I love you.” Bucky says.

“I love you too, dad.” You say.

You walked along the sidewalk of the school and went inside. You were greeted by your friends.

“Did you ask your dad if you can walk home from school with us?” Your friend asks.

“He said no. I think I should listen to him.” You say.

“What your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Another one of your friends say.

You thought about it for a second. You know you shouldn’t be the kid who doesn’t listen to their parents. In a way, your friend is right. What your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Ok. I’ll walk home with you guys.” You finally say.

The bell rang and everyone went to class. After school, you walked home with your friends. You were about halfway to the Avengers compound when all of your friends went their separate ways to go home. You were the only one left to get home.

You walked down a shady looking street when something didn’t feel right. It felt like someone was watching and following you. It was a gut feeling. Your gut feeling was right. Before you knew it, you were grabbed from behind and a hand with a cloth was put over your mouth. Your screams were muffled by the hand. You tried to fight the person of, but you grew weak and passed out.

“Who’s picking Y/N up from school today?” Bucky asks as he walks in the lounge room.

“Me.” Wanda said as she walked in the room. “She wasn’t there.” She says.

“What do you mean she wasn’t there? Where is she?” He asks.

“The school said she walked home with her friends.” She tells him.

Bucky scoffs and shook his head.

“She knows better not to do that.” Bucky says.

Bucky rubs his hands over his face and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out where you might be.

“Where would she be?” Bucky says more to himself.

“Don’t you have some kind of parent app on your phone that shows you Y/N’s location?” Steve asks.

“Yes I do.” He says.

Bucky got his phone out of pocket and went on the app. Your location popped up within a few seconds. Bucky furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Why would she be downtown? She knows not to go down there unless if she’s with one of us.” Bucky says.

“I can get the precise location if you want.” Natasha suggests.

“Do it.” He says.

Natasha got on a computer and looked for your precise location, which took a few minutes.

“Got it.” She said. “It looks like she’s in some kind of lab that’s now abandoned.” She says.

“Why would she be exploring an abandoned lab?” Tony asks.

Bucky’s eyes went wide and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.

“HYDRA.” Bucky said. “They have my daughter.” He says.

Bucky felt himself beginning to panic. You not listening to what he said this morning is the last thing on his mind.

“Suit up and get your weapons. Y/N needs our help.” Bucky says.

“Buck, we can’t go there without a plan.” Steve says.

“My plan is to save my daughter from the people who keep trying to ruin my life.” He says. “Are you guys going to help me or not?” He asks.

“We’ll help you.” Steve says.

The Avengers nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, you woke up in some kind of lab. The room was dimly lit. You looked around the room to gather your surroundings. You looked down, noticing that your arms and legs are tied to a chair.

“What the hell?” You mumbled to yourself, yanking at the ropes.

You got startled when the door opened. A man in a white lab coat walked in the room, along with a few men dressed in all black tactical gear and had guns in their holsters.

“You’re awake!” The man in the lab coat says.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“That’s not important. What’s important is, you know someone who used to work for us.” He says.

You stared at the man in confusion. You had no clue who or what this man is talking about. Then you realized that he was talking about your dad.

“I have no idea who or what you’re talking about.” You say, lying through your teeth.

“Don’t play dumb. You know who and what I’m exactly talking about.” He says.

“What I do know is, my dad is going to be pissed when he finds out you guys kidnapped me.” You say.

All the man did was laugh at what you said.

“Ah yes, your father… the infamous Winter Soldier.” The man approached you and crouched down in front of you. “We know he adopted you a few years ago. So just give him up to us and we’ll set you free.” He says.

“No!” You say.

“Ok, suit yourself.” He stood up. “You guys know what to do.” He says to the HYDRA agents.

The agents nodded. Two of them held you against the chair so you couldn’t move. You watched the man in the lab coat pick up a syringe. Your eyes went eye. As you were about to start panicking, the door was busted down, revealing your dad and Steve. You felt relieved to see them.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Captain America and the infamous Winter Soldier.” The man says.

“Give me my daughter.” Bucky demands.

The man chuckles and puts the syringe down.

“She was never your daughter. I don’t know why you would go through the trouble to save a child who isn’t biologically yours.” He says.

“Shut the fuck up!” Bucky shouts.

Bucky walks over to the man and knocks him out in one punch. That’s when the HYDRA agents held their guns at him. He fought them off with Steve’s help. Then he untied you from the chair.

“Are you ok, doll? Are you injured?” He asks, checking you for any injuries.

“N-No, I’m fine. I’m just a little shaken up.” You say in a shaky voice.

“Let’s get out of here.” Steve says.

You got on the quinjet with your dad and Steve, along with the rest of the Avengers. During the flight back to the compound, you had a feeling that your dad was mad at you for not listening to what he said. You avoided eye contact with him the whole flight.

When you guys got to the compound, everyone exited the quinjet. You made a beeline for your bedroom to avoid a lecture from your dad, but there’s no way you can escape that lecture now.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Bucky asks.

“My room.” You say.

“Not until we talk. Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the lounge room.

You walked in the lounge room and sat down on the couch. Bucky stood in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled.

“I need a better answer than “I don’t know”.” He says.

“My friends talked me into it.” You tell him. “I don’t see what the big deal is. You and uncle Steve walked home from school when you guys were my age.” You say.

“The deal is HYDRA. They weren’t a threat when him and I were teenagers, but they are now.” He said. “I told you multiple times not to walk home from school and to wait for me or one of the Avengers to pick you up.” He says.

You looked down, avoiding eye contact with him. Now, you feel guilt for not listening to him. You didn’t realize it was such a big deal.

“I’m sorry, dad.” You apologized, your eyes tearing up.

You stood up and walked out of the room, going straight to your room. Bucky was about to follow you, but Clint stopped him.

“Let her cool down for a little bit.” Clint says.

Bucky nods and went to the gym to cool down himself. He punched the punching bag for a little bit. You were in your room, laying on your bed and staring at the in front of you. Tears stained your cheeks. You thought about how you didn’t listen to what your dad said. You felt bad and should’ve listened to him. You now realize it wasn’t worth the risk to walk home from school. You got out of bed and went to find your dad to apologize to him again. You walked in the gym to see your dad punching a punching bag.

“Dad?” You say.

Bucky stopped what he was doing and turned around to see you standing a couple feet away from him. He seen tears stained on your cheeks.

“Hey, doll. What’s up?” Bucky asks.

Instead of saying anything, you walked over to him and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you. I was just curious about what it was like to walk home from school. I shouldn’t have let my friends talk me into it. I promise to listen better and it won’t happen again.” You say, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Doll, look at me please.” Bucky says softly.

You sniffled and looked up at your dad.

“I want you to understand that I’m doing everything in my power to protect you. When I say no to something and when something isn’t worth the risk, that’s me protecting you.” He says.

“I understand, dad.” You replied.

“You’re a good kid and I love you.” He says, kissing your forehead.

“I love you too, dad.” You smiled, hugging him tightly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[ohtobefreaky]

Tumblr you are gunna LOVE this one (I hope)

Today I bring you more Caleb cause I can’t stop thinking about him, tomorrow, who knows (probably Silco)

yall don’t know how tempting it is to play just to get a good grasp on him so I can write this one out </3

Caleb and his little sister who is OBSESSED with cop shows and super hero shows, anything with heroes vs villains, his little sister is crazy about it

you like to pretend to be one of the heroes and you have ur big brother be the villain and you proudly stand over him when you beat him, it’s super fuckin cute it’s one of his favorite things to do with you

But you’ve gotten a little too cocky with the whole “heroes ALWAYS win” thing, so ur big brother decides to show you exactly what a real villain would do if they caught a cute little hero like you

he pretends it’s all just part of the game as he overstimulates you until ur sobbing, but even through your tears ur adamant that the villain will never break you bc ur a superhero >:( so he has to up the ante and introduce a brand new “hero destroying weapon” he made just for you (his cock)

that weapon thrusting in and out of you while ur big brother grins over you, teasing you

Didn’t you say you were a big and powerful superhero? Didn’t you say this wouldn’t be enough to take you down?

And yet here you are, under him and moaning like a dog in heat. Not as strong as you said, that’s for sure <3

it’s warm and it feels so good but so strong it’s almost painful, you can see how other heroes might fall for this, but you won’t!! (You will.)

He’d be so mean when he finally finds that one spot, prodding around inside you til he hits that squishy part that makes your mouth fall open in a loud moan he definitely makes fun of you for

he’s just a big asshole, but in his eyes it’s deserved

You’ve been so cocky, just because the heroes on the tv never lose doesn’t mean you’d be so lucky, not when ur so small and cute

your legs twitching on either side of his hips as he pounds his cock in you as far as he can just as he’s about to cum, telling you he’s injecting you with some mind control liquid so he can keep you as his cute little hero pet and ur kicking and squirming but he’s mocking you because you’re just so weak, nothing like when you two fight

your eyes glassy, cheeks bright red when he finally cums, your soft little cracked voice calling him big brother finally and he scoops you up and covers you in kisses

(When it’s all over and he’s sufficiently comforted you, that teary pout you give him while you call him a big meanie makes his cock twitch and he debates bending you over and fucking you again)

The nicest part of this for him is that he can be as mean and cruel as he wants, since he’s only playing the villain

You never need to know he’s had these thoughts for years, how close he’s come to doing this outside of playing with you

that dream will be realized soon enough though, because now that you’ve gotten a taste of it, you’re a little obsessed <3

I think it would be funny if it backfired and you ended up more of a villain from how often you ask him with ur pretty puppy dog eyes if he’ll do that again

He can’t say no, but god does he wish he could when you bounce on his cock so long that he’s shooting blanks </3 he’s made a little monster outta you

I’ve got a killer headache so I cannot give yall more but I will almost definitely be back with more thoughts about him soon </3 I’m obsessed

[asherlockstudy]

They Owe An Apology

A couple of days ago I made a post saying I was experiencing a fallout with Rhett and Link content and Rhett in particular. The cause of the problem was the last EBs episode "We Owe Someone an Apology". While I initially planned to make a fun analysis about this episode, as I was proceeding with it it became so unpleasant that I changed my mind and decided to take a break. However, I observed such an absence of reactions similar to mine both on their channel and here on freaking tumblr where we're supposed to be more sensitive regarding such matters that I decided to make the post after all, except it's going to be more of an angry than a fun post. There is also another reason that made me change my mind but I am not eager to disclose it for the time being. So, if you are the type of fan "Rhett (and Link) are soft beans / must be protected at all costs / can do no wrong", then this post is definitely not for you. Besides, I have been clear from the beginning that I consider Rhett and Link significantly more flawed people than what they own up to and what they let on on the internet. This is something you should know before proceeding.

Let's go:

Booty knot sex

A fan sent them a voicemail telling them that she got an intrusive thought of Rhett's booty knot song while she was having sex and it ruined the atmosphere. Funnily, Link proved to remember the lyrics better than Rhett. When Rhett asked him about this, Link chose to joke that he plays this song when he has sex. Then it was hilarious that Rhett turned to the camera and told the fan that maybe after all she should not get intrusive thoughts of the song because this would also mean she was thinking about him when having sex and Link was kinda like o_0

Dick stretch

The shoplifiting voicemail started a rabbit hole conversation where they ended up discussing reversing circumcision by stretching penile skin. Interestingly, they revealed they watched together a video about this procedure. In the past, Link has said he was interested in this because it could restore more enhanced pleasure. So, they did watch together a video about what they could do to enhance pleasure. It seems Rhett ruined the vibes there a bit for Link because he then said "I should first ask my wife if she would be okay with that". Link, not at all triggered by the wife mention, very level-headedly, implored Rhett in cold blood to let him stretch his skin for him by tying a rope to Rhett's dick and pulling it from out the bedroom window (it's not gay if you pull the dick from out of the house). Rhett refused this because Link is such an aggressive handler. Conclusion: Rhett does not consent to handjobs by Link (or maybe he does but they have the usual fights of not being gentle enough).

Masturbation guilt-non-guilt

The episode was very sexual and it was not clear how it ended up like this but somehow pretty much everything turned sexual. Link revealed how he had fear about getting caught masturbating and he made some strange comments that made it seem to me like he is confused in his mind about what he is supposed to be shy / private about and what not. He kind of sounded like he thought he had issues for not wanting his mom to find out he was masturbating and... I 'm confused by this because it's not Link having issues, I believe a majority of people do not want their parents having a clear picture of their sexual moments. While masturbation should be viewed as healthy and a normal need, it also should be associated with a respect of privacy and boundaries. You don't have to be "hey mom I am just done wanking" to have a healthy relationship with her. This might work for some families but most need higher standards of privacy and that's okay. Point is, I don't know why Link is thinking so hard about that and try to find an issue in it. A lot of things are the purity culture's fault but not everything is a fault of purity culture. I suspect they have missed a bit where the line is due to the culture shock of being exposed first to purity culture and then California lifestyle straight away.

Also, gotta love the idea that these girls meeting Link were watching this episode and found out that Link was prepping becore they met them.

Not a criminal mindset

After an episode with already several incidents of which Rhett should not be proud, the icing of the cake was that he said he has a mind that would be perfect for a criminal and that he is very skilled at hiding what he does and not getting caught. It felt like this conversation was getting deeper for Link. Link cleared his throat and said he is not good at it at all but he vulnerably admitted that he could be easily talked into it by Rhett and Rhett agreed very casually about this. So Link admits the insane influence Rhett has on him and Rhett is openly aware of it as well.

"Anticipation"

Rhett: (on crime planning in movies) oh oh uhhh, that was easy to anticipate. Link: Yeah, anticipation is the thing that requires more effort for some than others. (gestures in the fashion of "just saying") Rhett: You're not much of an anticipator. Link: No, it takes a little more effort.

If you know my theory and opinion on them, you know why I found this exchange interesting. It seemed that Link was trying to convey a message again, like he often does.

Sun vs Sex

During the sun vs sex debate I noticed something I have noticed and wondered about before as well. At the rare occasions of being really, really candid, Link has been established as a less sexual being than Rhett. In his youth he was way less interested in sex than Rhett and he says he was a late bloomer (although I don't think he was as late as he thinks, except he was doing some of the stuff out of peer pressure as he has revealed). As an adult, he is still less interested and he has been clear about how he prioritises quality way over quantity. He has even said he does not mind having sex once a month if that one intercourse is a good one. Actually, this was established this time as well. So I really don't understand why he seems to panic at the thought of not having sex as an old man. First of all, it's simple and even Rhett said this, if you are old and panic at the thought of not having sex then it means you still want sex and you can have it. If you are old and you do not care about sex anymore, then it is no problem, because that's the point of "not caring", sex doesn't matter to you, so you don't dread about not having it because it is not that attractive an idea anymore. But my confusion is why Link keeps revisiting this dread, he almost seems to have anxiety over the future supposed sexlessness and since he has not been that insanely sexual in his past or present I wonder where his worry for the future stems from. I have explained my theories before; this anxiety is probably a result of getting more in touch with his sexual self in a more mature age which perhaps makes him feel that he has lost time he has to win back, except the old age indifference is about to creep up on him. This is already a Rhink theory but to make it even Rhinkier maybe it's a concern associated to a worry that his relationship with Rhett might be more physically than emotionally driven so if this element is eliminated when they get older, then there might be nothing left behind. I am not saying this is how it is, I am saying Link might be concerned about this. Anyway, this is just a theory in the case Rhink is legit.

Robin Hood weighs in on shoplifting

Robin...oops... sorry I meant Rhett and Link were sent a voicemail by a shoplifter, justifying what she does as a small act of rebellion against large capitalist companies. First of all, I don't care about what she does. I do think however that her choice to send a voicemail boasting about shoplifting a large company to another large company was not a well thought out decision and therefore I am concluding the girl is more immature than a rebel in general.

I must say I am also surprised that Mythical approved to publish this voicemail. Couldn't there be risks associated with it, like that company they mentioned that I am forgetting now confronting them for publishing it and tolerating it or even asking about the contact information of the voicemail that can be retrieved. I don't know maybe it's not possible but it still seemed unwise to publish that.

Rhett of course saw a perfect opportunity to play the pseudo-liberal card and get brownie points, talking about the rich oppressing the poor and therefore not endorsing yet "understanding" the shoplifter. Link was uncomfortable with what Rhett was saying, clearly being able to draw a better parallel in his mind regarding where they actually fall into this equation. You see, Rhett was forgetting he is the owner of a large company that works nonstop barely taking any breaks, mass-produces progressively more and more impersonal content, monetises more and more stuff, obsesses over algorithm baits instead of art quality, buys or starts side projects with a clear capitalist profile (i.e Sporked), begs for sponsorships 24/7, nonstop advertises their Mythical Shop and has a history of overpricing stuff beyong belief (i.e GME, horrible cereal and so on). In short, he was so desperate to appear cool and "one with the people" and woke and all that that he kinda forgot who he is.

A few people called him out on his hypocrisy but they were too few if you ask me. I did find my spirit animal in the comment section though

You, Sir or Lady, preach and I will kneel

Transcription of Rhett's commentary on the looks of a girl he met 30 years ago

I will just give you the pure transcription of what he said and you can draw your own conclusions by yourself. In fact you should have done it by yourself and you should have done it already without me having to make a post about it (provided that you have watched the episode of course), because I think it flew way over people's heads if I judge from the hardly 3-4 people who talked about this in the comment section. And I wonder why it flew over people's heads. If such stuff flies over people's heads then expecting them to figure out dynamic nuances and patterns and script symbolism is a lost cause.

Link: We were hanging out and we met these girls and then we were like, let's meet up later and go play putt putt. We played the putt putt. And me and this girl that I was kind of sidling up to, we hit it off and-

Rhett: You mean the pretty one?

(both laugh loudly)

Link: Well, I wasn't going to say it but... uh... yeah and the girl, she was from Ohio. But the other girl, let's call her Martha -

Rhett: Okay, I don't, I can safely say I do not remember her name.

(Link laughs again a little)

Rhett: Boy, I remember her face though.

Link: So, lat- (laughs), later that night when we had arranged to sneak out to meet up.

Rhett: Well, YOU had arranged. I made NO arrangements.

Link: You didn't - uh...

Rhett: I wasn't about to sneak out for THAT.

Link: Which made it a lot safer, I can't believe that I snuck out alone, because you weren't, I can't believe I went through with it when you weren't willing to go out, I mean, I would have thought that I would have stayed because I am skittish. I am so skittish.

Rhett: Yeah, I am proud. I am proud of you.

Link: I know, it's the only time I've ever done something, that's like probably the riskiest, wrongest, like classic kids thing that I have done, is sneak out and uh... I'll tell you, for the longest time I regretted that decision. But now I don't.

Rhett: Oh okay, good. And you shouldn't.

Link: And I don't. But for the looongest time I did. Because - um -

Rhett: I do NOT regret not sneaking out. Just so we're clear. Poor girl.

Link: It was awkward when I showed up and it was just me and -

Rhett: Oh she was also there?

Link: Yeah, she was still there!

Rhett: Okay, did she go back inside?

Link: She went back inside.

(Rhett nods to himself.)

So I said no comments from me but I will give the data in a list, I will spoonfeed this EVEN MORE

47 year old guy judges girls he met 30 years ago as "pretty one and the other"

he does this in a podcast that can be watched by said girls and their social circle who might know about their encounter with the famous youtubers Rhett and Link in their youth

he does this in a public podcast as a public persona with people, including many if not mostly women, who are fans of him

the other girl's name is not worthy of remembering due to her presumed unattractiveness

makes it clear her face was so supposedly grotesque that he can't forget it 30 years later

makes three more strong statements about never intending to go to a date with this girl whom he describes as "that"

makes two more strong statements about wisely not going out with her

he openly pities her (poor girl)

the rest of the exchange suggests Rhett was not crystal clear from the beginning that he is not interested in a date, so as a result the girl waited for him and he stood her up

at this point we should also mention that Link is entertained by this whole ordeal, if slightly uncomfortably

Now you know what my issue was. Ask yourself, why are there only 3-4 people talking about this in the comment section. If you have watched this, check with yourself how over your head it flew and why.

And, last but not least, Rhett, still shocked by a (supposedly) ugly girl 30 years later , at the time he looked like this

Amazing. Some people are born with the nerve.

*Great irony that in the episode in which he boasts about being able to hide and cover for himself is the episode he failed to hide his asshole side.

[degrees-of-seracchii]

this took a millennia to make cause i kept getting distracted and gathering screenshots to back my points up was incredibly time consuming

but it has been done. anon from how many days ago i hope you are happy

A little of Pure Sydney's flaws

There will be two parts to this cause on god this is long. On this part I will be exploring flaws that tend to be a bit more visible with pure Sydney

This is in no way a complete analysis, I definitely have missed many more of Sydney's flaws, and because Tumblr is a bitch and a half, I regrettably cannot jam as many screenshots from the game/its codes as much as I would like. But I hope this post could act as a good point of reference regardless for any fans of Sydney, or people looking to explore more of their character out there!

Continuing under the cut.

So.

What’s the deal with Sydney? What’s wrong with them, what are their flaws and what make the relationship between them and the PC so toxic?

Well ain’t there just so much to unpack.

In short, Sydney at their core is a spineless, directionless, malleable individual that important influences in their life can easily shape, be it their family, the Temple, or the PC.

Sydney, as they are today, was raised with beliefs upheld by the temple. Something they are deeply religious, devoted and grateful for. However, as we all know, some of those values can be extremely morally questionable.

Speaking of deeply devoted let’s start with Pure Sydney, shall we? 

Victim blaming tendencies

One of the ideals Sydney was raised with is their extremely victim-blaming mindset. Which I have shown here

2. Lust and internal conflict

Something else that fascinates me greatly is that regardless of their state, Sydney is always tempted by the PC. PC’s existence and presence alone are pushing Sydney towards the pit of sinful desires no matter if they are Pure or Corrupted. 

The first thing that comes to mind is when accepting their confession results in a decrease of Sydney’s Purity stat: 

The notion of accepting Sydney’s affections is seen as an encouragement for them to fall towards sin. 

Being in a relationship with PC means they are constantly fighting their own urges and desires. Being taught their entire life that these feelings are wrong, Sydney suffers from tremendous guilt. Even when promised and permitted by the Temple, Sydney still finds physical intimacy with the PC sinful:

These just go to show how deeply buried Sydney is in the Temple’s teachings, unable to stray from it. Which is a perfect segue into their next flaw

3. Attachment to the Temple and blind faith.

Even from the latest confessional scene added, Sydney clearly cares about PC’s wellbeing and displays great concern for them, almost breaking out of the ideals they were raised with just to defend their beloved. But they are not quite there yet. They still seek out for the Temple when they are faced with these doubts. They think that they are doing something wrong for prioritizing the PC’s best interest over the Temple’s teachings. 

Sydney is INCAPABLE of detaching themselves from the Temple. The Temple is just such a big part of Sydney’s character that no matter what, they will side with the Temple before they think about the PC when forced to make that choice. 

And in a way, Sydney’s blind faith is encouraged by the Player for choosing to keep them Pure. The PC is essentially acting as another shelter, shielding, “protecting” them. The PC never expressed that they wanted a change of mindset from Sydney, so Sydney never had a change in mindset. 

And if you played the new confessional event, you would know that you as the player never had the option to either. This might have been intentional. But I will expand on that later. 

More showings of Sydney’s blind faith can be found in littler events while praying with Sydney in the Temple, where they would turn a blind eye to fellow followers being punished:

A bit more about their attachment to the Temple I have also mentioned here.

4. Superiority/Saviour complex

Another aspect of Sydney that people talk about, but I don’t think quite enough, is how aggressive they can get, specifically towards those they deem as sinners. This is a trait shared among both states of Sydney.

For example, the beach date:

And several more.

Though, pure Sydney might be a tad worse at this. As they seem to find themselves more righteous than sinners:

If they are the one taking confessions, pure Sydney is often more judgemental compared to the more empathetic corrupt Sydney:

When PC as a member of the Temple is caught masturbating by Sydney, they take matters into their own hands:

They also display a bit of a saviour complex from their opinions about the PC at low Purity:

5. Dumb teenager

Just a small thing, but I feel like most people just brush over the fact that pure Sydney practically proposes to PC at high enough lust.

I think I don’t need to stress just how insane it is to propose to someone you haven’t known for long. Just to what? Have sex? Loser behaviour. 

I can't wait to explore their flaws when corrupted :3

When kept pure, Sydney has so many interesting flaws that make them incredibly humane and a little irritating, but that's the charm of their character! They are deeply troubled and blinded by their own devotion that they are ignorant, a bit arrogant and even self destructive. It's what makes Sydney... Sydney and I wouldn't have them any other way.

[littledeathdove]

Aah those headcanons were so good! I'm having such Miri brainrot x3 could you maybe write some hcs about Crow Wife and a partner who is very fragile and sickly?

I have such a weak immune system I swear I'm fighting some type of sickness like every other day atp xP

𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 ᯓ★

Scenario; Miranda with a sickly and fragile lover

A/N; EEEK thank you so much, I’m glad that my headcanons for MM made you satisfied! Also I love this request because Miranda with any topic of sickness? Yes give me it cause imma make some good fluff or angst with it 🫡. I don’t know if your currently sick anon but if so I hope you get better, I’ll feed you some brain rot food to help ofc

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

*°:⋆ₓₒ• First off, the Miranda that everyone knows is not the one you have come to see daily. Miranda can be very cruel, dismissive of things that don’t catch her interest, and overall selfish with her time and energy — since obviously she has more important stuff to care about. All of this? Yeah, all of these features of Miranda just go out of the window when she is with you.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda is very caring — as she can be — and attentive of you. While she already doesn’t have that much time to herself, she would sacrifice even that little bit of time to devote herself in watching over you and your state of health whenever needed.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda knows how gentle she must be with someone as fragile as you, so she is overall very gentle and cautious with her actions throughout the relationship. But there is times where that rougher side of her can show, usually it only comes out in two situations. First one is that you go against her orders which could possibly cause you to get sick.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda hates when you do this, definitely not because it reminds herself of her own stubbornness actions when the Spanish flu was going around which lead to a death you know very well about. Miranda is strong and confident in her abilities to make sure you never get too deadly sick, but she still has that lingering fear that you could end up in the same situation Eva was in.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• The second situation is when the frustration of her unsuccessful attempts to get her. This situation is always the worst to go through since Miranda would distance herself for a while but she will still take care of you from this distance. Now Miranda doesn’t apologize but she shows some subtle actions of apologizing, they are very subtle though.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Now there is times where Miranda could be seen as neglectful but that truly only when you are in a better state of health and she is able to spend more time in the laboratory thanks to that. Honestly you do have to learn to just get used to this since Miranda still is learning on how to manage her time wisely with this relationship. Plus, Miranda would automatically believe you would just understand her need to be in the laboratory for such extended periods of times from the get go.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda would be very obsessed over keeping your health as perfect as possible. I swear that woman goes into a state of tension whenever you fall back under the weather. Is it because of Eva situation? Well yeah. Anyway, this woman will be doing daily checkups on your health almost as soon as she gets out of the laboratory/village and you into her hands.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• To just explain how obsessive this insane woman can get over your wellbeing, let me highlight a new change she caught.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• We all know by the state of her laboratory that Miranda is likely not the cleanest person, definitely not dirty but just likely to let shit clutter up. Well that is the second most drastic change in Miranda, cause now that woman keeps the place as clean as possible. She doesn’t even let dust stay on something for to long, it’s a crazy to see, but also so cute.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda is a curious person I will say, so she is usually always questioning you about something over your health. Rather it be how you feel to predictions of when you could get sick again. So hopefully you’re ready to experience that cause she will make you answer every question to the best of your ability.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Trust these questions do come in handy to keep you from getting too sick since Miranda can usually figure out what’s wrong with your body just by simple answers and knowledge on small symptoms in certain illnesses. The woman is VERY intelligent after all and that smart brain don’t just come in handy for the mold.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• When it comes to your fragility Miranda doesn’t play when it comes to who you’re around. Honestly you will be staying in the house more just because of how paranoid and anxious Miranda could get over you getting possibly hurt. She knows first hand how someone fragile can meet their demise with a small slip up, and Miranda refuses to be in the situation of watching someone she loves experience the consequences of this slip up again.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Thankfully Miranda is a very devoted and thoughtful — enough — lover when she is in love, so she makes it her mission to make sure you don’t get too bored when she demands you to stay home for the sake of your health. She will have her crow’s entertain you with silly actions, she’ll buy you books from the Duke (that she of course looked over before she accepted that they were of approval), and maybe even get you a tv that only takes films/DVDS if your more of a watcher then a reader

*°:⋆ₓₒ• While Miranda is definitely one prone to brag and show off, she will show you off more vocally then physically. It’s not like she doesn’t want to, but she just can’t risk the possibilities. She might take you to a lord meeting or two, maybe even to some meetings with Alcina — since Alcina takes it very serious to make sure your health stays safe by making the maids clean everything spotless, all to Miranda request of course.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• The winter lasts more longer in the village, and Miranda treats winter as if it’s the end of the world when it comes to you. She would buy you so much clothing that will be suitable for the cold weather, and if she has to go to such extremes she will even demand ask Donna to make you any clothing you need to stay warm. This is especially when you want to certain look in your new warm clothing.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Soup season goes crazy with Miranda, I believe making soups is one of the top things Miranda is best at cooking. Miranda makes sure to make soups that will give you as much nutrients that you need to help you stay at least a bit more healthy.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Though Miranda prioritize your nutritional intake she will still wish to satisfy your preference. So funnily enough this will lead to you being sat down at a table and becoming basically a judger of the soups she plans to make for you in the future. And Miranda is pretty strict so she’ll make sure to milk out all of your opinions of the soups she’s feeding you. (Also a showing of her perfectionism, but you didn’t hear that from me) This leaves you no excuse to eat all of the soup when gives it to you later on.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Now let’s say that you somehow caught something from someone like in the village. Crash out Miranda will be coming out as soon as she finds out, cause of course it would that woman is always one step off from doing some crazy shit. I don’t even have to tell you what she does, but just know it’s bloodshed that night.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

A/N: Yelp that’s all I got! Loved making this little post, again it’s always interesting to have the trope of a sick lover with Miranda. Anyway,

I do hope you enjoy these headcanons anon!! 🫶🏾

[thinkingotherwise]

Was thinking maybe a wind breaker boys (you can choose who the only one that needs to be there is Suo) reacting to a reader that instinctively laughs when hurt. Like maybe they get punched by someone at some point in a fight and they just burst out laughing. Not like in an edgy way they can tell that reader is in pain but they just automatically laugh (ik it's kinda weird).

I was thinking about the plot and how to make it, and then I remembered that Taiga lets someone get the first hit in, and somehow I thought about the below thing.

Hayato Suo, Hajime, Umemiya, Haruka Sakura, Choji Tomiyama, Minoru Kanuma, Yukinari Arima, Toma Hiiragi, Jo Togame, Ren Kaji how would they react if reader laughed after getting punched

You stumbled back a few steps, hand going up to cover your mouth and cheek. You massaged the place the guy's fist just bruised, opening and closing your jaw twice before a small chuckle escaped you. When you raised your head to glance at the man before you, you couldn't help it. His self-satisfied look made you laugh harder as you tried to cover your mouth and calm down.

The few people closest to you stopped to stare blankly at you, thinking you were out of your mind. It hurt like hell even if it wasn't the strongest punch, but you couldn't stop it. In the end, the hit surely looked stronger than it felt, so you decided to help him out.

"You know it was a little weaker because you didn't use your whole body." You started moving your own fist back and doing the hitting motion. Your voice was wavering, with a few giggles escaping you and that made the rest of people around turn towards you.

"If you move your whole upper body, you gain momentum, which you can use to your advantage later on when fighting." You continued coming closer to the guy and holding your fists high. You pulled your right hand back, your hips following, turning to the side.

"Like that." You demonstrated the punch, and somehow, you went all out because soon, the guy in front of you was lying on the ground, unconscious.

Your mouth opened in shock, letting out a light 'oh' before you laughed once more. The ridiculous situation made you bend slightly forward. Your unstoppable laughter echoed through the place; you just couldn't help it.

Hayato Suo, Hajime Umemiya

He looked at you the moment he heard you. First, he thought about how you were in trouble, but then when his eyes focused on you, trying to see what exactly happened, he didn't know if he should feel relieved you were alright or worried because why were you laughing.

After beating up the people in front of him, he got you a handkerchief and stepped closer to wipe the blood from under your nose. His gaze was observant, calculating in his head what caused this burst of emotion out of you.

Seeing as you didn't calm down but still chuckled to yourself, he decided only to pat your head twice. He would interrogate you about what happened when you get out of there. When your joyful attitude kept on going, he pushed your head downwards, trying to hide your behaviour from others.

Choji Tomiyama, Minoru Kanuma and Yukinari Arima

He was quick to join you, his voice mixing with yours as the both of you laughed loudly. He heard you and approved of your actions, commented stuff like, "He really needs to take some lessons." or "My punches are stronger even half asleep." He also proposed to wait till the guy woke up so that he could show him the correct stance as well.

Others definitely looked at the two of you as if they saw a pair of sociopaths. They steered clear of your way through the rest of the fight, keeping an eye on you.

Later on, as he learned that you react like that whenever you get hurt, he looked at you strangely and nodded continuously, his brain having trouble understanding how that worked.

Haruka Sakura, Toma Hiiragi

He thought you were crazy. What kind of person teaches a guy who is fighting them how to hit better? Really, he knew he couldn't understand you at times, but this was something else.

While fighting the rest of the group, he was doing that absentmindedly, his mind fully on you. "Who taught you that and why?" The question repeated in his mind.

After, he would sit you down in front of him and talk you through a little lecture about how you should teach others, who you recognize as enemies, how to fight.

Deep inside, he did find the whole situation funny but would never tell you that.

Jo Togame, Ren Kaji

Hearing your laughter, he glanced at you, weirded out, but not because of why you did that. It was because he should be the one to behave like that. He believed that you weren't feeling well to do such things.

He was wondering if it was his influence that got you like that and if you took after him. Was he showing too much of his unhinged side in front of you during fights, and you adapted his behaviour?

He quickly found his way to you and asked all about why you were laughing and if you were okay. Hearing about your habit and asking why he thought you would get it from him, he sighed in relief. He didn't need to worry about you catching more of his strange manners. He needed a few more minutes to fully understand what you said to him, but he was fine as long as you wouldn't turn out like his mad side.

[unrelentingforse]

No, Caitlyn is not a fascist

As time passed after the ending of arcane I've come to realise that labelling Caitlyn Kiramman as a "dictator" is plain wrong and it heavily mischaracterizes her as a person who was so clearly manipulated by a woman in power.

Arcane writers have done everything they can to explain to the fandom that the gas was mostly used on chembarons and their goons. Obviously other people were caught in the crossfire and got poisoned from the gray, but this is nowhere near what the nazis were doing. And it is also NOT a valid reason to call her "KKKiramman"

Yes, she created checkpoints. Yes, she wanted Singed to be put in a dungeon. But - let's be real right now - she didn't do that out of her hatred for the poor people of Zaun. She did it because she wanted to avenge Jinx. All of her actions are caused by her grief, hate, guilt and loneliness.

You can argue that if she wasn't a fascist then she wouldn't do any of it and would've given up her power. But this actively ignores the grief she's going through. And also completely ignores the definition of fascism. What was she supposed to do? Just give up all of her assets and power when she was at her lowest? Beg on her knees for forgiveness? Just forget that her mother died a horrific death and forgive Jinx for everything?

Caitlyn actively despised how she was seen. Here's some quotes from S2:

When talking to maddie she said that she never thought this operation would go for so long. She didn't seem happy or malevolent about it - which would be true if she hated zaunites so much as you guys are painting her.

When Ambessa came to her Caitlyn accused Rictus of inciting violence against zaunites (after she became "the fascist dictator")

In the same dialogue said that there needs to be a reason to arrest someone.

Again, in the same dialogue - "Why is peace always the justification for violence?".

Actively acknowledged that she was manipulated and used as a pawn by Ambessa when she was talking to Vi.

No, her throwing that wooden boat is not abuse. I genuinely don't know HOW this is a real argument.

6. "Hating you...I've hated myself"

7. "No amount of good deeds can undo our crimes!" is the biggest one. She didn't say this about Jinx - she said it about herself.

I could go on and on listing you quotes from S2 but to be frank - this is not how character development works. You don't just say a bunch of words and magically become "better". You change how you act. And you don't magically become "worse" when you say something heinous.

Most of you have the ability to see nuance in Jinx's character. Why isn't the same for Cait? Is it because you just agree with her? Is it because you divide "good" and "bad" people by whether or not they agree with you?

What about Cait giving up her seat at the council for Sevika? What about her fighting her mentor just for the freedom of the people she supposedly hates? What about her asking zaunites to fight alongside her? What about her ratting out everything about Ambessa's defense in viktor's village AS SOON as she gets support from Vi and Jinx?

Obviously in real world it would seem that I argue for the "both sides" bullshit. I am not. And I really don't want you to think that I'm acting as superior because I'm able to see nuance in Caitlyn's arc. I want to show you that it is REALLY REALLY important not to dehumanize your enemies. Because

when you dehumanize nazis YOU BECOME ONE!

You NEED to be able to see them as humans so that you can see yourself in them and correct that. So that you see your friends and family in them. Because so many people realize they were living with racists/homophobes/transphobes/antisemites/bigots in general for their whole life only when the elections come. I want that to stop. And you can begin to do that by watching arcane one more time and not basing your opinion on something as fragile and unstable as a public opinion.

[imnotuptight]

@ofherosoffire

{I remained with Ronnie as Cisco and Barry went to the lab area to work on building whatever it was that Cisco thought might work to save Ronnie. Given Barry's speed, he ran back and forth from the lab and into the examination room every few moments to check on Ronnie and I before he'd return to the lab to help Cisco. No matter what I was trying, Ronnie wasn't improving... I did everything I could think to do from a medical standpoint and yet, his temperature just continued to raise to a concerning level and I couldn't get his vitals under control. I was growing more worried by the second. I was a doctor... This was supposed to be what I was best at. My part of "Team Flash," and yet, in this moment, I felt like I was failing Ronnie. The person I loved more than life itself, and I couldn't save him now. Leaving me with no other choice but to trust that Cisco and Barry could build this splicer thing to physically separate him from the firestorm matrix. I could tell by their lack of reassurance that this was basically a wildcard kind of plan. One that I was afraid to even hear them tell me how poor the odds were of this being a success} Ronnie, I don't know if you can hear me, but I need you to fight. Cisco and Barry are working out a plan, but until they do, please hold on... {My hand continuing to hold his securely} Please... I can't lose you all over again. {I quietly aired out as Cisco and Barry rushed into the medical room. Cisco out of breath as he held some kind of device in his hands} "Okay, we build it... Ready to test it out?" {I could practically feel the worry and lack of confidence radiating from Cisco as he spoke. Yeah, definitely a wildcard moment} "We can't do it here though, because when we separate Ronnie from the Firestorm matrix it will potentially cause an explosion and we don't want to take down the building or the city..." {Barry said before quickly offering up a solution} "However, there's a deserted space with a lot of open land for miles outside of the city. I can take Ronnie there and Cisco can walk me through via coms how to use the splicer. If we're doing this though, we need to hurry..." {Barry suggested as worry covered his face when he saw Ronnie's temperature and statistics} Okay, but I want to come too... {I said before Barry and Cisco quickly shot down my idea. I knew they would, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't put my wishes out there} "Cait, it's too dangerous. Besides, I don't know if I could carry you both there and we wouldn't have the time for me to take Ronnie there, come back for you, and then operate the splicer. Ronnie doesn't have that kind of time..." {Barry said as he gave my arm a gentle, comforting squeeze. Knowing I couldn't argue with that, I nodded reluctantly in response} Okay... {I quietly aired out as I stood up; leaning down to press a kiss Ronnie's hot forehead and then a gentle one to his lips before pulling back slightly to whisper} I'm counting on you to return to me, Ronnie, so please fight. {Giving my last plea to Ronnie before stepping aside to give Barry a nod of confirmation. My way of letting him know he could move Ronnie when he was ready to} Be careful, please. I want you both to come back to us.

@ofherosoffire

{The particle accelerator… The thing that I naively believed would be the jump start to my career as a scientist, but in reality, it was the source of nothing but loss, regret, and heartbreak, in my life. The night the particle accelerator was turned on, everything started out as we had planned, and in a split second, it all went downhill from there. It became unstable, exploded, and as a result, a lot of people’s lives were completely turned upside-down. From the scientific perspective, my career and reputation were tarnished. None of that mattered to me though, because that was the day I lost the man I love… The man I had planned to spend the rest of my life with… My Ronnie. I thought with tear-filled eyes as I left the coffee shop, where I met Iris to discuss her findings on the meta known as, “The Burning Man.” For the last several weeks, I felt like someone had been following me. Then during a brief visit to the mall, I caught a glimpse of the impossible in a reflection of my car window as I approached my vehicle in preparation to leave the mall} Ronnie… {I murmured out in surprise, but as I no sooner turned around to face the familiar reflection in my window, he was gone; leaving in a burst of fire, of all things. I actually thought my head and mind were playing tricks on me… or at least I did until I saw Iris post something in her blog about, “The Burning Man.” I knew the thought of Ronnie still being alive sounded impossible, but look at what happened to Barry, and the other meta-humans, as a result of the particle accelerator explosion, so who’s to say Ronnie didn’t survive the explosion too. I thought optimistically as I left Jitters with my file folder of information Iris shared with me in hand. No sooner unlocking my car though when I felt a rush of coldness and ice brush past me; forming a thick layer of ice around my car. Slowly turning in my now fearful stance before coming face to face with Leonard Snart} “Caitlin Snow… You have to see the irony of a name like Caitlin /Snow/ and being attacked by “Captain Cold” with his cold gun. Too poetic to pass up, when you think about it.” {Leonard Snart murmured out with his dry tone, but on the off chance that he was so distracted by the sound of his own voice, I decided to take this opportunity to make a run for it. E for effort, I thought to myself as I heard the whirring sound of his cold gun chime out once more, just before I yelped when my feet were unexpectedly met with an icy ground below me. A wince, groan, and a pained yelp following as I slid on the ice; falling to the ground with a hard thud as my feet lost their grip, due to the icy surface beneath me. What made matters worse was when I fell, the file Iris had given me on, “The Burning Man” slid out of my hand and then under my car} Ow… {I murmured out in pain as I laid on the icy cold surface on the ground as Leonard stood over me with a smirk} “Try that again, and it won’t be the ground hit with the cold gun.” {He threatened before adding} “Let’s make a deal… If you cooperate with me, you might just survive this, with all of your limbs fully intact, but if you try to run again, I’ll turn you into an ice sculpture, one limb at a time. Do I make myself clear?” {He said in a droned tone, but before I could respond, he placed electric tape across my mouth to force my silence, lifted me up from the ground, and then tossed me over his shoulder; carrying me toward the back of his van and then tossing me in the back} “I told you I would pull it off without having to cause her physical harm… Well, long term harm, at least, but it’s better than nothing. Now zip tie her hands and feet, so we can get out of here. Part one of of plan is officially in motion, Mick.” {Snart aired out to his partner in crime before walking away from the back of the van. His partner muttering inaudibly under his breath as he used zip ties on my hands and feet; keeping me from any chance of freeing myself and getting the hell out of here. I thought to myself as I laid motionless and afraid in the back of their van; watching Mick leave the van before he forcefully shut and locked the door behind me. Moments later the van started, and within a short time, it moved into life; feeling every bump and turn as they sped down the roadway toward wherever it was they were taking me to as their apparent hostage… Now I just wondered what it was they wanted with me. I thought to myself as the fear continued building within me. The only hope I had now was that Barry and the team, or someone, at least, would find me and come to my rescue, before it was too late}

[shyspider]

The thought just hit me. If eve's biology changed in a way that she is now closer, more conpatible with cybertronian lifeformes. Does that mean that there is a possibility that she could get pregnant with one? Since I'm assuming that the cybertronians in your fic like in canon don't reproduce the same way that organic's due, that would be something unprecedented and It could creat so much drama. The child would be a natural techno-organic being and with eve's biology who knows how it would look or what it would inherit.

What are your thoughts on this?

You're right in your assumption - I am following IDW's reproductive lore where Cybes are born via hotspots like cabbage patch kids. I think it brings an added vibe of desperation. Their planet is dormant/dying, there are no new Cybes to carry on the next generation, and the war is slowly wiping out the species. That nugget of lore comes up in the upcoming book, When Sparks Burn.

As for the pregnancy part, I'll try my best not to inject any personal bias. Pregnancy in fics don't vibe with me. I'm just not a fan. So you're not going to find many pregnancy themes in my fics.

BUT you do have a point, it would be absolutely unprecedented. It would be a whole book itself. A way to reproduce? To bring the Cybertronian race back to full strength? Of course Eve would be in that lab with everyone else trying to find out how it happened, and if it can happen again. Her Autobot friends would be there for her every step of the way, but there would be those who felt it was unnatural. Depending on the sire, they would either be happy, or repulsed. I would also imagine it wouldn't be an easy pregnancy.

But who I would cast as the main villain? Who would love to get his hands on her? All eight of them?