#I Think It's Her Way Of Saying Anything's Possible

[0aurelion-sol0]

To add onto all of this, all the other characters, even the ones that suffer from the same problem that Will has regarding memory, have a memory or a collection of memories that they remember about their childhood or past even if they don't remember all of it.

El has memories about her experiences at the lab but also her mother albeit broken in pieces (and possibly manipulated) and unconnected but they are still there, Billy when fully possessed by the Mind Flayer still has, if you dig deep, a fond memory of his mother lost in the traumatic ones he has. Max when under Vecna's power is able to remember some of her time in California & the Snow Ball. (Plus all the other good memories that helps her survive him.)

Outside of that condition, characters like Hopper, Robin or Kali all talk about a memory or a moment from their past at some point in the show. Joyce & Jonathan have memories with Will in Season 1 just like Hopper has with his daughter.

Dustin even mentions an event, in season 1, about Will's past where Will fell from his bike & hurt his finger and even remembers how he sounded when that happened. But Will never mentions anything of that sort throughout the show.

Will, unless someone brings it up to him, like Jonathan above or Mike & Joyce in the shed, never reminisces about the past in any sort of way. Whether good or bad. Even what was supposed to be flashbacks to his time in the UD in Season 2, turned out to be about him being able to see in the UD while still being in the non-UD world.

Will is the only character in the show with other who have that condition turn out this way... To such a degree that he barely remembers or never does it from his own initiative, about the past. Especially about what he experienced in the UD when he was for one week alone there and with no means to be able survive there.

I would even say that if we pay attention to Noah's acting choices, it seems to annoy him in a way when people try to do that or events lead him to think about stuff from his past.

But from what we've seen from the BTS in Season 5, it seems that is about to change with him starting to remember some of the events he experienced in Season 1 while in the UD.

Will Can’t Remember His Childhood Very Well

This is something I’ve been theorizing for a while, but I didn’t realize until upon rewatch that they tell us this in the show. It’s been there in plain sight the whole time and I’ve picked up on it until now.

It happens during the Jonathan and Will talk in Surfer Boy Pizza:

Jonathan is sharing the story about Larry the Lego man and Will can’t remember. Or he does, but it’s just vaguely.

They then emphasize that Jonathan does remember it very well.

And yeah okay, not many people can remember their childhoods very well, but this is also a television show where things that are written often have deeper meanings and dual purposes.

Will doesn’t ever have a moment where he says “Oh yeah, I remember now.” Instead he actually claims that Jonathan is just speaking bullshit.

Yes I know that this scene wasn’t orginally in the script and was added later, but that isn’t a valid argument to disuade it’s importance because the fact of the matter is, it’s still a scene in the show. The creative process is interesting that way. Things can change every step of the way. It doesn’t make it any less intentional.

And then you combine this with NINA, the importance of memories in the last season, birthdaygate, twelvegate, Henry’s connection to Will, it’s safe to say that Will’s foggy memory of his childhood is written in for a reason, and this will be crucial in season 5.

[brittle-doughie]

Reach for the Stars (Sugar Nova Odyssey)

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You look out the window of the space shuttle as you make takeoff. You started to feel homesick already as you watch Earthbread get smaller and smaller below you, long making it into space.

Crew Cookie 1: Don’t you worry, Y/N Cookie. This mission won’t take long, we’ll be back before you know it!

Astronaut Cookie walked beside you to place a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Astronaut Cookie: “Thank you for coming along with me. I promise we’ll be back home after this mission as soon as possible.”

Yeah, that’s what you were hoping for. You didn’t take the week off from TBD just to use it up on a space mission. You needed your rest too, you know!

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“I’m placing in my submission for a week’s off of work. I’ve trained the other engineers to be able to manage while I’m gone.”

“A week’s off? You’re really pushing your luck there, handycookie! I could grant you this, but what will the other employees think when they don’t see you come in tomorrow?”

“I already told them. Croissant will miss me, but she can stick it out until I come back the next week.”

“Things will be incredibly predictable with you gone, I can just call you in the next day!”

“I’ve worked for this week, even you have to follow the rules you yourself placed!”

“That’s fair. I’ll accept your request for a week off, but I expect you to routinely visit my office when you come back for a month. You’ll do me that favor, right? For your Director?”

“Fair enough.”

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Why did Timekeeper have to make a simple request for a week off so complicated?

Space Doughnut: “Fraka-kaka! Kaki kyyu!”

You were knocked out of thought when Space Doughnut nudged into you as they were running around in the ship, making you chuckle as you patted the donut.

Crew Cookie 1: “Whoah! Do you see that? It's Planet Burger! It's HUGE!”

Woah, they were right. These planets and locations throughout space were large and unique from anything you’ve seen from Earthbread!

Astronaut Cookie: “Come on, Y/N Cookie. I could use some help collecting some samples.”

You: “Hm? Oh sure. Let’s go!”

You mostly preferred to stay in the ship while the others worked on collecting samples from the planets you visit. You do cave to Astronaut’s asks from time to time, seeing it as her way of spending time with you.

You leaned on the spaceship entrance on this particular planet of Ice Sand, as you watched on from afar.

This gave you plenty of time to look around at the stars and many other planets that you can make out in the distance. Though, there was this one section of space in the furthest distance way that was devoid of any stars that you could see.

It was odd to say the least-

Space Doughnut: “Ddooon-Doon! Doa!”

Space Doughnut had nudged into you again, but they looked more worried and on edge as they squabbled about.

Crew Cookie 2: “What's wrong, Space Doughnut? I wish I could understand what you're saying...”

You: “I wish I did too, but they’re clearly afraid of something. We should stay on guard.”

Astronaut Cookie: “They’re right. Our work is done on this planet, so let's get moving. All crew members, board the spaceship immediately!”

You guys didn’t waste any more time to hop onboard the ship and take off.

Space Doughnut: “Ppuuu!!! Puppuuuu!!!”

Space Doughnut couldn’t stop pushing into you, they now wore a face of fear and panic!

You: “Space Doughnut, what is the problem?!”

Crew Cookie 1: “I'm getting a little nervous about this...”

Astronaut Cookie: “Speed it up! There's a space storm ahead, meaning we are at risk of being hit by choco chunk asteroids. We must speed through the area as quickly as possible!”

Wait, it was that section of space that was devoid of any stars or planets that you saw earlier.

And these asteroids, why were they all going in the same direction..?

Space Doughnut: “Ppuuu!!! Ppuuuu!!! PPUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You: “Space Doughnut?! Why are you pushing me towards the window?! What are you…looking at?”

Astronaut Cookie: “Y/N Cookie?”

Then right as it seemed you made “eye contact” with the black hole’s center, it seemed to have reacted and opened up to be larger and more menacing as its gravitational pull intensified!

Astronaut Cookie: “What?!”

You: “BLACK HOLE!”

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[geopsych]

The reason I saw those red-winged blackbirds out back and I saw the snipe in the park the other day is that much of the marsh by the park has been destroyed and when I went down there I saw a bulldozer and a huge dump truck loudly destroying the hill next to it, what I used to call Fox Hill because whatever vixen had a den nearby would hunt there among the grasses, weeds and shrubs for the abundant mice and voles, to support the kits in her womb and then in the den. Along with everything else that's going on, the loss of the red-wings in that spot where I've seen them for all these years and possibly the loss of a viable fox population in the woods at the park (the woods now bought by the borough so they can "improve" it) it's all making me incredibly sad. I used to love glimpsing foxes, especially seeing the young ones playing. I counted on hearing the red-wings there every February. But it also made me think of something I wanted to say here. Everybody probably knows I support people of various genders and preferences. I hope everyone knows I support trans people and count a number of trans people as my friends.

But more than that I want to say that I also support and love people who are messes, including people who can't decide what gender they are but also including people who can't get out of bed in the morning, people who other people consider ugly or overweight, people who can't get their acts together, people who struggle with disabilities and those who are just sad and lonely, people who think of themselves as writers or artists or musicians but can't bring themselves to do the thing. And of course the people whose minds are always on their blorbos.

Do you know how much I would rather share this world and this life with you than with the business assholes and the people who lord it over everyone with their work ethic or their beauty or their fitness or their money or whatever? Yes, we need people who get things done but we also need regular people to just be regular people with. I feel this so strongly! Life is really hard right now for a lot of people. It's difficult just to face each day even if your circumstances at home and work haven't changed, because of the stuff we're hearing on a regular basis. Meanwhile things like what's happening at the park or other bad things we want to rave about or mourn for keep happening and we hardly feel like we have room to react the way we need to in this environment of constant horror. Our personal horrors and griefs get overwhelmed by the news and we don't get to process them. So it's really okay if you find it hard to live in this world. It's really okay if you're not living up to other people's or even your own standards. I know you want a happier life and I want that for all of us but it's hard to see the way there when it feels like everything's being torn down. The thing where they had to go in and shoot thousands of snow geese in the quarries here plus the bulldozing of the marsh and the hill next to the park and the purchasing of the woods aren't big things in the context of the world but those were things that helped me feel like there were good things around me. Now I feel like anything might be next, nothing is safe. I think a lot of people feel that way right now. Sending you hugs if wanted. <3 I'm glad you're here!

[kickbackkanzaki]

The Dungeon Master and Chess Queen

You're the new student and chess captain at Hawkins High. When Eddie Munson asks you for tutoring you're certain you have him handled but you may have underestimated his strategy.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Warnings: Smut (18+), drinking, oral (fem receiving), intercourse (p in v), swearing, possessive/toxic traits, rough sex.

"Is it just my imagination," one of your customers asked as you passed her a wrapped book. "Or do they seem to stop women from writing more than men?"

"It's not your imagination," Robin told her. "Men are terrified by women with original thought."

"Especially when they write better," Max added.

"Anyone who reads Margaret Atwood feels threatened," you pointed out as you slipped the money out of sight. "That woman can critique society better than any old Ivy League man while spinning an entertaining tale. The woman's powerful."

"I still want a copy of Ender's Game," your customer told you then began to leave.

It was lunchtime at Hawkins High and you were conducting trade while the cafeteria monitor kept an eye out for thrown food and fist fights.

"I'm waiting on my supplier I'll be in touch," you answered and someone else approached your table.

Someone who didn't read.

"Hey I heard you and Munson were getting it on in the back of your shitty Mustang after school yesterday," Georgia from the cheer team sneered when you noticed her.

You'd never done anything to antagonize Georgia but she figured you were easy pickings for a popular bully like her. A chess nerd with straight As dating the school freak - you didn't have a leg to stand on.

"That Mustang has done less miles than your pussy," you shot back. "The tyres aren't as bald either."

Robin and Max laughed into their lunch and you watched Georgia gawk with some satisfaction. You had learned young to always answer a taunt as it proved you weren't afraid of where it came from.

"You can't say that to me!" Georgia screeched and gained a few more onlookers from other tables.

"Go home and brush your teeth your breath smells of dick," you said now bored and a table of good looking boys erupted into laughter.

Georgia had neither the quick wit or intelligence to counter that so she fell back on a classic popular girl threat.

"My boyfriend is going to mess you up!"

"Your shitbag boyfriend is busy under the bleachers eating out Meredith from the soccer squad," you told her matter of factly and Georgia's eyes grew round with horror. "Come on, you didn't really think he was getting chem tutoring at lunch did you?"

Georgia called you a name you'd heard many times before then ran out the cafeteria as the boys hooted.

"Is that true?" Max asked feeling uncomfortable by the vivid depiction of sexual depravity.

"Apparently," you said with an indifferent shrug. "The soft cock was boasting about it to Eddie last week during a business deal."

"You upset the hierarchy when you burn the bullies like that," Robin said wisely as she ate her pretzels.

She loved the way you eviscerated low IQ miscreants but she did worry about possible reprisals. There was still most of a year to endure before the two of you were free of Hawkins High.

"A cheerleader uniform doesn't give you a bitch pass," you stated unconcerned. "If Georgia wants to discuss things further I'll have a go. Hierarchy be damned."

"Where did you learn to say all that stuff?" Max asked.

As much as Max liked her older friend she had to admit some of what you said was downright disgusting and doubted it came from the literature you read.

"I was at boarding school for ten years," you explained. "I know every derisive word for genitals, the A to Zs of STDs and all the things a creative girl can fashion into a phallus. I promise you, those pornos where the drifter arrives at a girl's school full of blushing virgins are total fiction."

"I'm glad we're co-ed," Robin said for the first time ever and balled up her empty pretzel bag.

"Me too. It's way easier to look smart with boys around," you agreed and made Max smile.

As if on cue your favourite boy suddenly appeared and sat down next to you.

"We got trouble baby," he said frantically taking your hands.

"Did you get busted?" you asked in a worried hush and shot the cafeteria monitor a cautious glance.

"Kinda," Eddie answered cryptically. "Wayne knows about us."

"As in your Uncle Wayne?" you asked allowing your voice to return to normal volume.

So long as neither of you were going to spend the night in lock up on distribution charges it was fine for your friends to hear Eddie's risible stories.

"Yeah. I don't know he found out! I was getting my sheets out the dryer and -"

"Oh."

All three females exclaimed at once in mutual understanding.

"Hang on what?" Eddie's panicked spiel derailed from confusion. "Why'd you all say 'Oh' like that?"

"That was the give away," Robin explained. "Boys don't launder their own sheets unless they have something to hide. They'll roll around in their crusty mess for months before their mothers wash them."

"It's different with girls?"

Eddie felt like he'd stumbled onto a gender based conspiracy and was getting schooled.

"Our monthly bloodbaths don't keep business hours," you said tastelessly. "Early morning linen washes aren't unusual for us."

That had never occurred to Eddie but he had to admit it made sense now why the puritan lady at the checkout had given him a filthy glare when he'd bought a new flat sheet and laundry detergent in the one transaction.

"Anyway what's the problem with your uncle knowing?" you asked as you finally got a chance to eat your sandwich. "I didn't get you pregnant did I?"

Your friends sniggered but Eddie let it slide. He knew they laughed amiably unlike the jocks who preyed on his club.

"He wants you to come around for dinner this week," Eddie grumbled and ran his hands through his tangled hair in frustration.

"Ok," you said after a bite of sandwich. "Tonight I'm watching a movie at Max's and tomorrow's chess club but I can come after tutoring Thursday? Or Friday? Whatever suits."

"Really? You'll come?" Eddie stopped tugging his hair and looked at you in disbelief.

He'd assumed this would upset you but you were completely unphased. With conventional couples meeting the parents was seen as a milestone, one that cemented your commitment and hinted at a possible combined future.

As you two were aberrant individuals Eddie had predicted you'd scatter at something proper like family dinner.

"Why not? I suppose it makes sense, we've been hanging out for a while now. My Dad knows about you," you said pragmatically as you finished the sandwich and broke your chocolate bar in half.

"How?" Eddie asked in alarm and halted his reach for the offered treat.

"I told him doofus," you said and laughed with your friends again.

"What did he say?"

"Not a lot," you replied with a shrug. "He made me a reading list of Romantic poets and now buys me condoms when he gets his script filled."

You then turned to your lunch mates and added, "If you ladies need any let me know, I now have enough rubbers to get me to menopause."

"Gross."

"I wouldn't want to slow you down."

You engaged both middle fingers so you could flip your friends off in unison then turned back to your boyfriend.

"Tell Wayne I'd be delighted," you said and kissed Eddie on the cheek. "Now return to your flock shepherd I have censored literature to sell."

That night Wayne called Eddie from work to check which night he had to swap shifts so he could cook for the two of you. Eddie told him Friday and when the night arrived he came outside to meet you at the Mustang.

Eddie looked you over appraisingly as you climbed out the driver's seat and wolf whistled. You'd worn one of your nicer dresses with a floral pattern and had gone easy on the eyeliner in case Wayne suspected you leaned into heavier pastimes.

"Someone's pretty," Eddie sang and took a tupperware from your hands.

"Hello shit-stirrer," you said affectionately with a smile and kissed him on the mouth.

You made it a good kiss because it was likely the only one you'd get tonight being on your best behaviour.

When you walked in the trailer you nearly commented on how tidy it was but stopped last minute. You didn't want to let slip just how often you hung out there.

All week Eddie has been telling you how much of a crusty old curmudgeon his uncle was but you actually found Wayne quite pleasant.

He shook your hand, complimented your dress and didn't use any of the condescending pet names blokes his age often gave young women.

You asked about his job, his football team and his car, three things that could get any straight white man talking.

Wayne thanked you for the cake and was only a little surprised to hear your dad had baked it. That scored points with you as he didn't use that detail to lead into the more interesting things he'd heard about your dad.

Wayne had prepared the only meal he knew how to cook - steak with a three vegetable salad.

You gave appropriate thanks and gratefully accepted the diet soda he bought especially for you even though it wasn't your preferred beverage.

Eddie sat next to you and brushed your thigh gently under the table, the first touch since you'd come inside.

Usually by now the two of you would be in a state of undress or cuddled up in Eddie's room decompressing after surviving another day of small town banality.

But tonight you were abiding by the rules of polite society so kept your hands to yourselves.

"Eddie tells me you like chess," Wayne began after you'd taken a few bites of dinner.

"Understatement," Eddie muttered and received a poke from you under the table.

"I do," you answered enthusiastically. "I brought my board in case you wanted to play."

"Eddie played for a while in elementary school but I've never gotten the hang of it" Wayne confessed and took a sip of beer. "Too many darn rules to remember."

"There's a lot to learn, you need patience."

This was generally what you said when people labelled chess as too difficult. It stopped them from thinking you were pretentious or the game elitist.

"So I take it your mother's passed on?"

The sudden intrusiveness of the question after such a casual one made both you and Eddie stop chewing.

Not one person had broached that subject since you'd moved to Hawkins. The classic nuclear family was dying out so people usually accepted your single parent situation as it was.

"She was alive the last anyone heard," was the politest way you could put it after mulling the question over for a minute.

Eddie shot Wayne a warning look and the subject changed.

"So was it your father who taught you chess?" Wayne wisely returned to a safe topic.

"No, we had a heap of board games in the rec room at school and I was curious about the chess sets," you told him conversationally. "I signed up for a weekly chess club to learn the rules and it grew from there."

People always assumed there was a mysterious, romantic history to your passion but it had honestly begun the same as any other hobby. You'd found something you liked and applied yourself to get better at it.

The rest of the meal went smoothly with casual conversation and Eddie stole the light a few times so you wouldn't feel hot under Wayne's scrutiny.

After dinner you served the Black Forrest Cake then Wayne left the two of you to play chess at the table while he caught the end of a match on TV.

You moved a knight into place and seeing his defeat Eddie let his head fall on the table theatrically.

"That is mate," you said and smiled at his pitiful wails of defeat.

"I thought I was doing well," Eddie whined.

"You were! You made me chase you for a while there," you gave some constructive feedback to comfort him and leant back in your chair.

Eddie hated to lose but he would have hated you throwing the game more. Maybe it was time for you to sit in on a campaign and see the Dungeon Master in his element since you'd spent over an hour thrashing him.

"Let's me express my inner torment with music," Eddie said standing up with a defeatist sigh. "My room awaits."

"Might want to think of heading home," Wayne chipped in from the couch and turned the TV down.

"It's Friday night," Eddie protested.

"Don't want your dad worrying," Wayne went on as if he hadn't heard his nephew. "You two can catch up tomorrow."

"You're probably right," you conceded way too easily and Eddie's suspicion was aroused. "Thank you for dinner Mr Munson I had a lovely time."

You exchanged a few more pleasantries and had Eddie walk you to the Mustang where you shared the plan. He watched you drive out the park then went inside where Wayne had returned to his viewing.

Eddie subtly swiped a beer from the fridge then said something about listening to music before closing his bedroom door. Beer can now in his vest he threw on an Iron Maiden tape and jumped out the window.

The evening was a little chill but he would warm up once he got to his destination and the beer was inside him.

Creeping past the trailers of Friday night homebodies like a Hawkins version of Boo Radley Eddie heard snippets of televisions, stereos and domestic arguments as he hiked up the hill behind the park to the old playground.

The Mustang's headlights flashed when he was close and he heard you close the driver's door. You retrieved the lantern you keep in the boot for night time breakdowns and switched it on giving Eddie a guide to you.

"Uggh! I feel so wholesome and middle class!" Eddie yelled and threw his arms around you.

"You did well," you laughed as he lifted and spun you around. "Keep this up and you can take me to the prom."

"Can we park at Lover's Lake after?" he asked after planting a kiss on your mouth.

"Before and after," you said temptingly and pulled the beer out his pocket.

"That's my bad girl!" he cried and slapped your arse as you walked to the picnic area together.

You sat yourself up on the table while Eddie took the bench, seating himself between your feet so he could rest his head on your lap.

"What the hell was this evening about?" Eddie moaned as you stroked his hair and took a swing of beer.

You passed him the can and explained everything in your most patient voice.

"Your sweet uncle, who loves you, was just making sure you hadn't been ensnared by a harpy with wide legs and deep claws. He was worried I might be setting my sights on trapping you in early fatherhood and criminal enterprise."

"He thinks I'm that stupid?" Eddie made an injured face after a swing of beer.

"He knows you're young," you assured him. "Let the old man fuss, it means he cares."

"Well if it matters to you I think you passed darlin'," Eddie decided you were right and took another mouthful of beer.

"It'll make things easier going forward," you conceded.

Ever the gentleman Eddie let you finish the beer and returned his head to you lap where you stroked his wild locks.

Eddie enjoyed the attention for a few minutes then raised the hem of your dress and pressed his lips against the inside of your leg.

"What?" he asked when you didn't react.

It was hard to see your expression in the lamplight but your lack of response meant something was wrong.

"I need to tell you something."

"Oh no, no, no, no sentence starting with that ends well," Eddie now sat up straight and clutched at your dress. "What did I do?"

"Nothing!" you said quickly realising your blunder. "I just need you to know something but I didn't want to tell you before because it might scare you off. It's a little heavy."

"Are you in trouble baby?"

The genuine concern in Eddie's voice made your heart swell and you wanted to pull him close. He was sweeter than you deserved.

"Nothing like that it's just something Wayne asked that got me thinking."

"If he's upset you I'll go back and tell him."

"It's ok Eddie. It's about my mum."

"She left, it's ok," Eddie was quick to reassure you and hugged your knees. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want, I understand."

"No, well yes, she did leave I mean," you rambled because you might reconsider if you hesitated. "When I was five Dad was sectioned for the first time. Pretty soon after Mum decided single parenting wasn't for her so got herself a divorce and surrendered custody of me to a girls' home. I haven't seen her since."

Eddie didn't reply and his stiff form in the darkness gained a forebodingness like a nightmare figure. It was unlike him not to react animatedly to shocking news and his stillness unnerved you.

You could hear the crickets chirping in the grass and spoke again to break the unsettling quiet.

"I say it was a boarding school because it sounds less tragic. I don't miss her, she made her choice. It's not important but I wanted you to know so you don't think I've been dishonest."

Eddie released his grip around your legs and you went cold with dread. He had reached his limit with your mess and was walking away.

Suddenly warmth came back to your skin as Eddie put his hands on you cheeks and gave you a long, slow kiss.

"This changes nothing baby," he only pulled away far enough to talk. "I'm always gonna adore you. My mother hasn't seen me in six years and not called in three. I say to hell with both of them."

You groped in the dark until you found Eddie's shoulders and latched onto him like a lifeline. For a few terrifying seconds you had been adrift and helpless in the dark without his stalwart support.

It took some time holding him before you could talk again, now certain he wouldn't leave.

"I don't mean to trauma dump on you I just want there to be more between us than witty repartee and sex."

"There is darling. So much more."

You released Eddie slowly and exhaled the anxiety you'd been holding in your chest. A steak dinner with family had turned out to be far more emotional than you'd anticipated.

Eddie slipped his hands under you knees then tugged so hard you fell backwards. The cute ballet flats you'd been wearing flew off as your little feet kicked the air and your eyes were suddenly full of stars dotting the night sky.

"What are you doing?" you giggled as Eddie's hot breath tickled you under your dress.

He looked like a kid stuck in a sleeping bag as he moved around under your dress and you laughed at your own compromising position. Flat on your back with a boy between your legs.

Eddie worked his fingers under your panty line and shimmied them down your hips. You made a noise of surprise but allowed Eddie to move your legs until the garment was stripped and thrown over his shoulder.

"Hey," you said with mild annoyance to see your good underwear discarded but forgot it a second later.

His strong, warm tongue licking your vaginal opening roused a sensation in you so strong your body arched with a gasp.

Good authority had told you this wasn't something straight guys would do willingly so you struggled to comprehend what was happening.

You had assumed the practice would be sloppy and vulgar but Eddie used his mouth with as much delicacy as he did with his hands. His lips on your opening had the pressure of an intimate kiss and his tongue stroked your inner folds with a velvet touch.

Your fingers fluttered to your lips like a scandalised damsel and you stared at the sky with your mouth open in silent excitement.

The unique caress thrilled you in a new way and your brain didn't know the right response.

So you lay there helpless in your pleasure.

The tip of Eddie's tongue brushed something deep that elicited a meek "Oh" from your open lips and he took the encouragement. You were such a wet mix of fluids that his mouth glid across your vagina effortlessly and he took your bud in his mouth.

The nerves in your clitoris awoke like thunder in a gathering storm and your voice returned to express your assent. Eddie ran his hands tenderly over your thighs and backside to stimulate your cooling skin and titillated your bud with the tip of his tongue gently.

It the time you two had been intimate Eddie had learned to discount everything he'd heard third hand about sex and listen to you instead. You weren't shy to express your enjoyment and your reactions were the best guide to achieving mutual pleasure.

You were breathing in short, sharp gasps of sweet shock but Eddie knew the sound you made when you were close. He let his mouth melt deeper onto you and began to suck your bud hungrily.

The shift in technique threw you into fourth gear and you could feel your body rushing to climax. Usually your orgasms built slowly, the reward for patient penetrative lovemaking but this time it erupted like a flare igniting your lower body.

You gave a groan of relief like you'd been holding back a dam and felt the orgasmic energy spill from your waist to water your thirsty body.

Feebly you tried to reach for Eddie as you pinned for his touch but he still had you tilted so your grasp fell short. Eddie then pulled himself out of your dress and wiped his mouth ungraciously on the back of his hand to watch you recover.

In the dark you couldn't see his flushed face or his genuine surprise at his success. There was more guesswork in sex than he'd ever realised.

He could see your middle rising and falling as your ecstasy rush settled and he lowered your legs back onto the table. His fingers stayed firmly round your ankles however as he struggled internally with his good reason and his libido.

You could hear the question he wouldn't voice and had the same sense of incompleteness. Eddie's attentions had given you splendour but they'd also prepared you for more and your lower muscles ached for it.

"Do it Eddie I'm soaked for you."

Without hesitance Eddie pulled a condom from his back pocket and you heard his fly open. There was a small crinkling sound then you were roughly pulled towards him by your legs.

You could imagine his rock hard cock straining against the latex and your chest expanded with an excited inhale.

His length slipped into you easily and you let out a satisfied moan. The sensual orgasm had been bliss but the base physicality of being filled with his thick cock made you horny in a primal way.

Most times you made love but sometimes like now you simply fucked. After hours of upstanding behaviour you had to wash the genteel polish off with a bath of sweat and cum.

You surrendered totally letting Eddie manhandle your legs as he slammed into you. There would be bruises on your thighs tomorrow but right now the pain didn't register.

In the lamplight Eddie could see your breasts bounce with every pound and he longed to climb up on the table and rip your dress open. He could imagine the tight mounds breaking into gooseflesh from the evening air and how the tiny bumps would melt under his hot tongue.

But there was no time to ravish the rest of you, he was close to coming and this position was too perfect to compromise. Your cunt was practically a river soaking his groin and every time you arched your abdomen it would tighten on his cock pulling him closer to release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Eddie grunted in time with his thrusts but your only reply were the shy gasps that escaped each time his tip hit your core.

He wanted to fuck everything out of you until only he was left. Obliterate the sweet facade you'd worn at dinner and the lonely girl abandoned by her mother. Fuck you until you were so full of him no one could claim a piece of you.

It was raw, possessive and toxic but Eddie didn't care. You were his and he's was branding you for the world to know it.

"Eddie!"

You hadn't expected a second orgasm. Honestly you didn't think they could happen, that it was something magazines had made up to entertain rarely serviced housewives.

You screamed this time, the extreme sensation on your already ravished body was too much and you couldn't stay quiet.

Your body spasmed and Eddie released his own orgasm with a growl. He pitched forward and clenched your hips with a bruising force as hot pleasure rushed through his cock and pooled in the sheath.

The two of you panted out of time in a collapsed bundle and began to notice how far the temperature had dropped.

Suddenly self conscious you looked around to see the park lights glowing down the hill and listened for anyone approaching. Someone out for a stroll or a sneaky cigarette might think to investigate the animalistic cries coming from the playground.

"You're a bad girl," Eddie groaned exhaustedly when his breathing steadied.

"Me?" you lifted your head off the picnic table and felt Eddie slowly move out of you. "You started this Munson."

"You invited me up here," Eddie rebutted and you heard a synthetic flicking sound in the dark.

You knew Eddie had shot the tied condom across the picnic area and you had an unpleasant image of a small child finding it tomorrow along with your underwear.

"I wanted to talk," you said in your defense and sat up.

"This is how all our evening talks finish."

"Unless you pass out watching Miami Vice."

"One time baby."

"Come up here and hug me," you held your arms out and decided to quit the banter. You were cold now and you wanted your boyfriend to wrap you up for a little while before you drove home.

Eddie gave no argument and climbed on the table beside you. You were still buzzing from your double high and snuggled in tight smelling his sweat and deodorant.

"That was a good fuck Eddie."

It wasn't what the poets would have said but it was true.

Eddie kissed you on the head and tried to pat your loose hair back into a respectable form before admitting that was impossible.

"I like making you happy baby," he said and linked his fingers with yours.

You stayed nestled together on the bench watching the trailer lights below and Eddie realised for the first time how small they looked.

He'd outgrown this suburb of budget building materials and knew now he could leave it. Since he'd met you his scope had widened to see past Senior year and Tuesday night gigs at the Hideout.

There wouldn't be much to pack besides his guitar and he didn't have a destination in mind but one thing was certain.

You were coming with him.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Ghosts, Bats, and a Jealous Witch

**Title: **Ghosts, Bats, and a Jealous Witch

Danny Fenton never thought he’d end up dating a vigilante. Sure, he’d fought alongside heroes before, but being romantically involved with one? That was new territory. And yet, here he was—standing on top of Gotham’s skyline with Cassandra Cain, better known as Black Bat, holding his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Ever since meeting Cass on a Justice League mission, they’d hit it off in an unexpected way. Danny admired her strength, her quiet intensity, and the way she could read people better than anyone he’d ever met. She didn’t talk much, but she didn’t need to. When she looked at him, he felt understood in a way no one else—not even Sam or Tucker—had ever made him feel.

Sam.

That was the problem.

Danny had expected his best friends to be happy for him. Tucker was cool with it, more amused than anything. But Sam? She was fuming.

“I don’t get it,” she had said the first time she saw him with Cass. “You’re telling me you, Danny Fenton, Ghost Boy, went all the way to Gotham and came back with a girlfriend? And she’s part of the Bat family?” Her voice had dripped with disbelief and something else—something darker. “What happened to ‘not dating superheroes’? What happened to being normal?”

Danny had laughed it off at first, assuming Sam was just being protective. But over time, her attitude soured. She became passive-aggressive, throwing little barbs at Cass whenever she was around.

“You don’t even talk,” Sam had scoffed once, crossing her arms. “What do you two even do together?”

Cass had merely tilted her head, unreadable as ever, before looking at Danny. “I like him. He likes me. Simple.”

Sam had huffed in irritation and stormed off.

It wasn’t until she started trying to sabotage their relationship that Danny had enough. The final straw was when Sam tried to get Tucker to hack the Batcomputer to dig up dirt on Cass’s past. That was when Danny snapped.

“You need to stop,” he had told Sam firmly, eyes glowing green with barely restrained anger. “I don’t know if you’re jealous or if you just don’t like me being happy with someone else, but you’re being toxic. I won’t let you ruin this for me.”

Sam had stared at him, mouth open in shock, but Danny had already turned away. That was the day he realized their friendship might not survive this.

Of course, dating someone from the Bat family came with its own problems.

Cass’s family was… overprotective, to say the least.

“You’re dating a ghost,” Jason Todd had deadpanned when he first found out. “That’s somehow the least weird thing to happen in this family.”

Bruce, ever the brooding father figure, had run Danny through every possible background check known to man. Alfred, while polite, made it very clear that he would not tolerate any supernatural nonsense in the Wayne household.

Damian had tried to challenge Danny to a duel. Danny had humored him, letting the kid think he had the upper hand before phasing through the ground and appearing behind him.

“You fight well,” Damian had admitted begrudgingly. “For a ghost.”

Then there was Barbara, who had grilled Danny about his intentions for Cass as if he were under FBI interrogation. Stephanie had just winked at Cass and told her to “have fun with the hot ghost boy.”

And then there was Tim.

Tim Drake had, in true detective fashion, locked eyes with Danny and said, “If you break her heart, I will find a way to exorcise you.”

Danny had gulped.

Despite the Bat family’s initial hesitation, they eventually warmed up to him (or at least tolerated him). Cass was happy, and that was all that mattered.

As for Sam? Well… she had made her choice. And Danny had made his.

“Ready?” Cass asked, standing on the edge of a rooftop, waiting for him to join her.

Danny smiled, taking her hand before they leapt into the Gotham night. “Always.”

[00valentina-writes00]

Possibly Sevika or Ambessa with a reader with chronic pain or fatigue of some sort???

…erm AMBESSA I CHOOSE YOU!

♡♥︎ Ambessa with a Wife that has Chronic back/lower legs pain ♥︎♡

♥︎ Ambessa would never admit it, but the sight of you struggling with your pain makes her heart ache in a way she’s not used to. She’s used to commanding respect with power and strength, but seeing you struggle with something as mundane as pain… it shifts something deep in her.

♥︎ The first time you winced while standing for too long, Ambessa was immediately at your side, reaching out to support you, but trying not to be too obvious about it. “You’re not as delicate as you appear,” she’d murmur, trying to downplay her concern, but the tension in her jaw gives her away.

♥︎ If you’re stubborn and refuse help, she’s not above using force—gentle, of course. She’ll sweep you off your feet and carry you, regardless of your protests. “I can handle this, wife. You will rest.” There’s no arguing with her when she’s like that, but her eyes are soft when she looks at you, like she just wants to make it all better.

♥︎ On the rare days when it gets bad and you’re in too much pain to do anything, Ambessa has a way of making sure you’re taken care of. She will demand the best healers in the city, ensuring that they offer remedies that can ease your pain. But she’s not just about the physical care—she insists on bringing you comfort in other ways too. She’ll read to you, hold your hand, and on days when the pain becomes unbearable, she’ll settle in beside you and just hold you until you feel better.

♥︎ When you struggle to walk or stand, she’ll give you a stern look and say, “If I have to drag you around, I will.” But when no one’s around, her demeanor softens and she guides you gently. She doesn’t let you think she sees you as weak, but she does everything in her power to help you carry the load.

♥︎ She doesn’t speak on it much, but she makes sure that any throne or chair you sit in is perfectly suited to support your back and legs. She’ll have the furniture custom-made, and she’ll make sure you’re comfortable in every room of the palace.

♥︎ Ambessa also has a way of keeping you distracted when your pain flares up. She’ll walk you through the gardens, talk about her plans, or even ask for your opinion on a minor political decision. She’s careful not to let you focus on your pain for too long, though she’s hyper-aware of the moments when it’s clear you’re in discomfort.

♥︎ And when the pain is particularly bad, after everything else has been taken care of, she’ll simply pull you into her arms and hold you. She knows exactly how to keep you still, using her warmth and strength to help you find relief. There’s something incredibly comforting about how she’ll rub your back or legs, like she’s trying to take the pain away by sheer willpower alone.

♥︎ Ambessa would never say it, but seeing you in pain makes her feel helpless, and that drives her to do everything in her power to make it go away. She’d move mountains for you, and while she’s not great at showing vulnerability, her care for you when you’re hurting is all the vulnerability she’ll ever show.

[rhiannonsknife]

Hiiiii! I'm a huge fan of your work!! May I please request a fanfic of Jackie Taylor x Sunshine! Reader? Reader absolutely loves arts and crafts and does it day long. Jackie and Reader don't have a lot in common but they're drawn to each other. Maybe they even fuck as reader is painting??? Perhaps the reader wanted a painting of them like that?

May I please claim 🦜?

── COLOR ME YOUR COLOR, DARLING

— summary: your girlfriend visits you in your atelier.

— warnings: fluff. established relationship. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni. didn’t beta read this and kinda rushed through the nsfw part, so it ended up a bit short. anyway.

the smell of paint hits jackie the moment she steps inside your atelier, blending with the scent of coffee from the two cups she carefully balances in her grasp. she nudges the door open with her shoulder, her free hand pulling her spare key from the lock before slipping it into the pocket of her jacket.

sunlight filters through the large windows, casting bright afternoon light across the space that’s overtaken by half-finished projects, watercolor palettes, and more supplies than you probably need but jackie couldn’t possibly name if she tried.

you’re standing with your back turned, too absorbed in the work to notice her presence, humming softly to yourself until a familiar voice cuts through the quiet.

“you know,” jackie says, “i think you’d forget to eat and sleep if i let you!”

at the sound of her voice, you turn, catching sight of her leaning against the doorframe. “is your practice already over?” you blink as if you’re only just registering the time.

jackie huffs a small laugh, shaking her head as she crosses the room. “see?” she teases, and presses one of the warm cups into your paint-smudged hands. “you’re proving my point here! it’s 4:30”

you take a sip, sighing as the warmth spreads through you. “you’re my angel”

“i better be,” jackie smiles. she studies you for a moment before nodding toward the canvas. “how long have you been sitting here?”

you shrug, already distracted by your project again. “a while?”

she perches on the edge of your desk, careful not to disturb the scattered sketches and open books. her eyes scan your latest piece; something abstract, bright, and warm.

it’s funny, really. on paper, the two of you would make no sense: jackie, all soccer games, and pep rallies, perfectly put together and effortlessly admired. you, forever covered in paint smudges and endless creativity, always lost in some new artistic obsession. somehow, against all odds, it works.

jackie grounds you when you forget the time, and you remind her to slow down, to breathe. you balance each other, in a way, and have been together long enough that jackie has a spare key to your atelier and no longer questions the paint you inevitably leave on her clothes when she pulls you in for a hug.

“you really could take a break, you know?”

“i could...” you agree. “or you could keep me company while i finish?”

“you’ve been at this all day!” she protests, pouting. “i feel like i should demand some quality time!”

jackie steps closer from behind. you raise a brow at her over your shoulder. “quality time, huh?”

“before you say anything,” she rolls her eyes affectionately, “watching you paint while i sit quietly in the background doesn’t count!”

you grin, dipping your brush into the paint. “i thought you liked watching?”

“i do,” jackie admits immediately, nudging your arm. it’s not something she has to assure you of: she shows up to your atelier first thing after soccer practice, even when she doesn’t have to, gladly watching you work in the quiet. “but i wanna do something together today!”

you tilt your head, amused. “like what?”

jackie hesitates, then shrugs. “i want to paint too!”

that makes you pause. it’s not like you haven’t suggested it before, countless times, actually, but jackie was always the one to turn you down, insisting that art was your thing, not hers. you turn to face her fully, narrowing your eyes. “i thought you said you were bad at it?”

“that’s why i have you!”

you gaze flicks to the half-finished painting in front of you, then back to her. “you’re not touching this one!”

jackie gasps, pressing a hand to her heart theatrically. “wow. no faith in me at all!”

you laugh, already grabbing a fresh canvas and carefully setting it up, replacing your current work. “it’s not about faith,” you explain as you rip off the plastic wrapping. “it’s about the fact that i actually like this painting, and i know you’d get bored halfway through and start doodling soccer balls in the corner!”

jackie doesn’t argue, probably because she knows you’re right. instead, she steps closer, her hands settling lightly on your waist, her chin coming to rest on your shoulder from behind. “fine, fine. i have a better idea anyway!”

you smile, leaning into her touch as you set everything up for whatever jackie is planning.

“hear me out,” jackie presses closer, voice dipping. “i’ll draw,” her fingertips glide over the fabric of your shirt, tracing soft patterns against your back. “on here. and you’ll paint whatever i draw. team effort!”

you glance at her, skeptical. “that’s your idea of quality time?”

“of course!” you can’t help but shiver slightly at her touch, even as you try to hide your smile. jackie’s hands are warm, her fingertips leaving a trail of heat as they linger on the fabric of your shirt.

“alright, artist,” you reach for your paint palette, ”what color are we using?”

jackie hums in thought. “hmm…blue!”

“dark blue? light blue? sky blue?”

she sighs, dramatically. “i don’t know! the nice one!” her eyes flicker over your supplies, scanning all the shades of blue you’ve got. “you know what? just take pink instead” she nudges the side of your neck with her nose and points towards a light shade. “that one”

you snort, grabbing a brush. “you’re really taking this seriously!”

“i am!” she insists, one hands still resting on your waist and eyeing the assortment of brushes. “take that!” jackie points lazily toward a smaller brush.

“that’s a detail brush, jax. i need something bigger if i’m actually gonna paint what you draw!”

she groans, leaning her forehead against your shoulder. “god, you’re such a perfectionist!”

“i’m the perfectionist? i just take my work seriously,” you counter with a smile she cannot see, but grab the brush she picked anyway, just to humor her. “let’s see what you got!”

at that, jackie perks up, her fingers pressing against your back. she starts out slow, drawing a shape between your shoulder blades. “heart,” she murmurs, confirming what you already guessed. you guide your brush across the canvas, recreating the shape with strokes of pink.

when you finish, you wait for her next move. her fingers jump into motion again, tracing something new, more precise. letters.

j.t.

your hesitate, your lips twitching. “your initials? really?”

jackie grins, her fingertips trailing up and down your spine. “you said i could pick!”

your shake your head, but the brush moves anyway, copying the letters onto the canvas. jackie watches, pleased, her hold on you tightening slightly as she shifts closer. “looks good,” she praises.

hyper-aware of how close she is, you swallow. the full length of her body is pressed to yours, holding you comfortably. “yeah,” you manage, barely above a whisper. “it does”

just as you’re about to dip your brush back into the pink, her hands slide down, fingers grazing lower along your waist instead of your back. you pause, sensing the shift. “jackie”

“hm?” she presses the faintest kiss just below your ear. “i think we should switch colors,”

you exhale sharply, trying to keep your grip steady. “do you?”

“mhm,” she hums. her hands rest against your stomach now, thumbs brushing over the hem of your paint-streaked shirt. “red,”

you feel the word more than you hear it. as much as you want to stay focused and not give in to jackie immediately, it’s impossibly difficult with the way her hands are splayed across your skin, how her lips are skimming just below your jaw. you swallow hard, keeping your eyes on the canvas. “red?”

“yeah,” she murmurs, kissing your neck again slower. “it suits you.”

“you’re trying to distract me!”

“is it working?”

yes. god, yes.

you don’t say that, though, just force yourself to dip your brush into the red paint, feigning focus.

jackie laughs softly. “look at you,” she teases, dragging her lips down.

you squeeze your eyes shut. “you’re-“

“here,” she pushes her hands underneath your shirt, feeling up your chest with both palms, cupping your breasts. “oh?” she whispers teasingly when she realizes you’re not wearing a bra. “try that,”

jackie's teeth nibble on your earlobe as her thumb and forefinger circle your nipples. you shiver, head lulling back against her shoulder. “ah, ah, ah!” she scolds. “paint!”

“wha-“

she squeezes them to cut you off, your words morphing into a sharp yelp. “circles, baby,” she says matter of factly, soothing the sharp sting out of your nipples. “circles.”

you comply, at least, reaching for a larger brush to move it in circles across the canvas. the colors spread evenly over the blank background, creating circular patterns that mirror jackie’s touch.

“mhm,” jackie hums, her mouth brushing your neck. her fingers roll your nipples some more, pulling them into full hardness underneath the fabric of your shirt before she runs her hands downward against your sides until her fingertips reach the waistline of your pants, then dip lower.

they leave goosebumps in their wake as she pushes them into your underwear, all the way down, until her middle- and index finger press against your clit.

“o-oh-“ your thighs part instinctively under her gentle touch.

“paint…” jackie singsongs into your ear, simultaneously rubbing featherlight circles.

you try to keep up with the motions, to capture jackie’s touch on canvas before it passes, but it’s hard when she’s gotten so familiar with the outline of your body: she knows exactly where to press, where to dip and rub to get you close to the edge without actually pushing you over it.

jackie gathers your arousal on her fingertips, scoops it up where it’s dripping from you, and spreads it across your stiff clit smoothly.

“that’s it,” she praises when you, even through the haze, manage to repeat it in soft shades of pink and red. “fuck, you’re so wet”

your knuckles whiten under the force of your tight hold on the brush. “jackie,” you sigh, the painting in front of you shifting out of focus as she presses harder between your legs. “jackie, jackie, jackie!”

your hips jerk forward to chase the feeling of her fingers, to have them where you need them the most. “shh it’s okay” jackie assures. she’s biting her lip absentmindedly, looking down to where her hand has disappeared in your underwear. “it's okay, i got you”

you spread your legs a little wider, your body pulsing for her. a gasp falls from your lips at one particular good motion, her fingers curling against a spot that has your eyes rolling back in your head.“is that good for you?” she asks.

you can only give her a short nod before you throb against jackie again, every nerve ending in your body aching. she feels it, too, the way your cunt convulses against her, gushing slick over her fingers. it’s been mere minutes and you’re already trembling from the force of an imminent orgasm.

jackie uses her thumb to stimulate your clit, pumping two of her fingers into you at once. your body accommodates the stretch with ease, walls fluttering around her while she rubs you in tight circles.

“holy shit- right there! right there!” you cry as your body melts into jackie’s embrace and the brush clatters from your hands, paint splattering from the bristles.

this time, jackie doesn’t scold. she keeps up her pace, peppering the back of your neck with soft kisses while you work your body towards its height together. her fingers are steadily fucking into you and you roll your hips against the heel of jackie's hand. it seems harder for her to pull out all the way now, as if your walls are too tight, sucking her into yourself greedily.

she drags along your soft, velvet walls and pushes against your g-spot in a come hither motion each time, coaxing the pleasure out of you easily. she feels your orgasm long before you do, when your body starts to shiver and you clench around her. “come on, baby” she whispers. “i know you’re close, give it to me.”

and, oh, you do. the pleasure in your stomach tightens impossibly until it suddenly snaps and your back arches into jackie‘s front.

when you cum, your legs tremble with the force of your orgasm. they almost give out altogether, but she holds you upright, working you through it until you have no more left in you and collapse against her.

jackie only stops when your limbs start shaking from overstimulation and her wrist begins to ache. then, she slowly removes her hand from between your thighs, holding you through the aftershocks. once you have caught your breath, you let out a chuckle, wiping sweat from your forehead with the back of your head.

“so,” jackie murmurs, nudging your throat with her nose. “this does count as quality time now”

she tilts her head toward the forgotten canvas, her chin still resting on your shoulder: the streaks of pink and red cover and smear over what’s left of her initials and the heart. “pretty sure we ruined our masterpiece!”

you turn your head, eyeing the painting. “abstract,”

she rolls her eyes, but the smile doesn’t fade. she just tugs you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

“c’mon,” she murmurs, her palms brushing down your arms before lacing her fingers through your paint-stained ones. “i’ll help you clean up”

[grifffins]

Odd question, but how do you imagine Avis would be when she was pregnant ?

okay i love these types of questions so much, not an odd question at all!

okay i think pregnant avis amberg would be an absolute force

she has always been high maintenance, but pregnancy takes it to a whole new level. she refuses to wear anything that isn’t custom tailored to accommodate her growing belly. she keeps her heels on for as long as possible, brushing off any concern with a sharp, “i refuse to waddle.”

&cravings strike at the most inconvenient hours, and only the best will do.

she would never admit it, but pregnancy makes her more sensitive. there are mood swings, though she insists they aren’t happening. one moment, she’s composed and collected; the next, she’s snapping at ace for something utterly trivial. “did you really just tell me to calm down?” “you breathed too loudly, ace.” if she gets sentimental, she will deny it immediately. “i am not crying, it’s just hormones.”

avis knows pregnancy is a temporary superpower, and she wields it with precision.

the idea of looking matronly makes her shudder. red lipstick, pearls, fur coats draped over her shoulders, she refuses to sacrifice glamour for practicality. “just because i am creating life doesn’t mean i have to look like a dowdy housewife.” she still attends hollywood parties, gliding in with her belly proudly on display, a martini glass in hand, even if it’s just water.

for all her refinement, her protective instincts are terrifying. she may act like she doesn’t care, but the second someone even looks at her wrong, they regret it. a single comment about her weight, her appearance, or a suggestion that she won’t make a good mother, and her voice drops to something lethal. “say that again, and you will never work in this town again.” when the baby arrives, she is ruthless in her protectiveness. nobody touches her child without permission. nobody questions her authority.

but there are soft moments, too, the kind she keeps to herself. late at night, when no one is watching, she rests a hand on her belly and speaks in quiet murmurs. “you will be brilliant, i just know it.” sometimes, her voice wavers. “i will make sure you have everything i never did.” she refuses to let ace see her cry the first time she feels the baby kick, but later, when the house is quiet, she takes his hand and presses it to her stomach. “can you feel that? that’s ours.”

she is still avis amberg, but deep down, she is both terrified and excited in ways she won’t admit.

[stormblessed95]

Tbh I'm a jikooker, but I find it incredibly difficult to fit a healthy long-term relationship into the same timeline as all of jimin's solo work. It's not the pronouns or taking one lyric very literally, its the entire thing, plus comments from him and his producers. To me, you'd have to do some serious olympic level mental gymnastics to make that make sense. I don't doubt that jikook have a special bond, I've definitely seen things between them that definitely look like sexual attraction to me and things that surpass friendship boundaries, but I can't in good faith say that they're together in some official long-term way if I actually listen to jimin and his work.

I've seen some jikookers think they broke up for a while, but I have to question if those people have ever been through a breakup because the little bit of distance/separation/awkwardness we did see from them during chapter 2 is nothing compared to the type of tension that would be there if a relationship that intimate and intertwined had separated, especially considering the dark feelings jimin was feeling. He wouldn't have been cutely commenting on jungkook's lives and jungkook wouldn't have been asking to hang-out or getting excited to see jimin in his comments.

Idk, I'm sure someone could twist everything a certain way and only take certain things at face-value and then make everything else abstract, etc. to make the case that they are together, but I don't really see it. You look at face-off, alone, and just his general dark feelings during Face, then look at the creation of Muse and how him and his producers said he couldn't relate to the love-dovey beginning songs, which is how they ended up making Who (despite the fact that jikookers try to distance him from the song since he doesn't have writing credits even though he sat in the recording room telling them what he wanted and saying it felt like reading his diary). I think jimin could have very well gone through a pretty awful breakup along with the inner turmoil he was going through post-covid, but I don't think it was with jungkook if he did. I still enjoy jikook's bond either way at the end of the day, but yeah I don't really get how anyone can take an honest look at jimin's work and his words and think he was in a long-term healthy love-of-his-life relationship during that time or into chapter 2.

Not trying to change your opinion or anything, honestly I don't really see it discussed much in jikooker spaces (besides bad-faith stuff like tkkers stirring up shit over pronouns in lyrics which is just dumb) and when it is, some jikookers are pretty pick-and-choose about what they deem to be true to jimin's feelings and what isn't. Which I get being nuanced, but sometimes it does feel like a "well this fits my beliefs so clearly this is true to jimin and this doesn't so it means nothing because he didn't write it" or whatever. I honestly get annoyed with the bad-faith arguers because it prevents being able to have actual discussions about some of this stuff in our little jikooker corner of tumblr. Like "he said her, he's clearly straight! he danced with a girl, straight!" stfu.

All of this is just like okay fine whatever. Here is your platform for these opinions. You don't really want me or my thoughts, you want my platform and my validation. Here ya go. (Mostly a general you here for all the asks I get in a similar nature to this, sorry)

I'm really only posting this because I'm tired as fuck of people going just look at face off, alone, all his dark feelings, how could he be in a happy lovey dovey healthy long term relationship? Which I'm paraphrasing anon, I know, but this was the gist of your point in that section.

When I'm living breathing proof that it's possible.

Personal time: I have the best partner in the world. I love him with my whole being. I have been with him since I was a teenager. We have gone through all sorts of changes and self discovery together. I also STILL occasionally struggle with self harm and wanting to kill myself. In fact, the only reason I'm still alive and not actively TRYING to off myself is because I don't want to traumatize my children and husband. I have crippling depression. I related to some of those darker feelings from FACE immensely. So you are inadvertently invalidating my own relationship by saying this, which I do kinda take offense to. And anyone who struggles with their mental health, all their relationships too.

So that's all. I just really needed at least one person to realize what an unfair and unnuanced take that part is. Everything else, sure. Agree to disagree friend. I'm all for it. You think Jimin is single but still love Jikooks bond, that's literally all I care about and I can coexist with you happily in a Jikook/bts bubble. 💜

(sorry this maybe got dark and triggering. I promise I'm working on dealing with my shit)

[wetpussyju1ce]

Coconut & Tangerines

jax teller x poc fem reader

1.7k words

tags: pining, love at first sight, size difference, threats of violence, canon-typical jax behaviour/violence, Jax is in lovvveeeee, not beta read, writer is in love w this dumbass and thanks to him, this side blog exists + he brought writer out a writing rut <3 all because he made me horny. don't ever underestimate the power of an ovulating woman and her pussy. amen.

Jax doesn't expect to meet the love of his life in their dingy bar, barrelling through the doors, fuming and crying no less.

Everything was as usual, smoke filled up the place, stinking like tobacco and cheap beer. Men laughed and cheered as they played pool and gambled, random profanities would be shouted once in a while over the radio playing in the background. It was just like any other day, pretty mundane for the gang of bike riders, that is until the doors burst open, a pretty sight graced their establishment.

Jax didn't look up from the game of cards he was in the middle of, that is until she spoke, "Where is he?" The words were growled, more like. With as much ferocity as a kitten in Jax's eyes when he finally looked over.

The girl was panting, standing there while clutching her handbag in one hand, and her phone in the other. Her eyes were glassy and furious, scanning the bar's clientele frantically, looking for someone. And, Jax hoped that no one of the assholes in his gang were dating her because she was oh so pretty. She had on a long sleeved white top, the material soft and fluffy, cropped and falling off one pretty shoulder, her hips were covered in a small jean skirt, held close by a sparkly silver belt, more for show than anything as the skirt was tight and small enough to stay still on her body.

Then came in her heeled boots, that stopped right where her knees started, leaving the soft skin of her thighs exposed to the elements, and to the eyes of everyone in the bar to ogle at.

"Where are you? You stupid dickhead!" She shouts, pushing through the bigger bodies of the bike riders in search of the origin of her anger. Jax leans back in his chair, to get a better view of her glassy eyes and those devastatingly gorgeous and plump pink lips, the lower lip trembling when she's not shouting.

That's when she finally gets her hands on a shoulder, spins the man around and rips the hood off his head, Jax's frowns when he sees a young face, a much too young face to be in here. So he pushes his chair back, placing his cards face down and walking towards the woman and the boy she just grabbed, "Did you lose your fucking mind? What the fuck are you doing here? Your friend told me about your little plan!!"

She's fuming, crying now, hitting the boy on the chest, and be barely budges, her hits not affecting him in the slightest, but her words do make him lower his head in embarrassment at getting caught. "Huh? What do you have to say for yourself?"

The whole bar is watching them at this point, no one moving to interrupt them, watching the drama unfold. Except Jax, who easily makes his way to the crying, distressed girl, "Now, what's going on here?"

He stands next to the girl with the wet Bambi eyes, offers her a small smile and looks at the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder, "How old are you, son?"

The boy shakes his shoulder, trying to escape his grip with an uncomfortable look on his face, "I'm 18-"

"He's 15, and he's my little brother." She sniffles and glares at her brother.

"You're not old enough to drink, but you knew that. So why did you really come here?" Jax asked, bending his head to try and meet her brother's eyes. The boy doesn't say anything and when Jax thinks he won't speak, he looks up, meets his eyes with as much confidence as possible and says, "Let me in your gang."

Jax just stares at him, "Do you even have a motorcycle?"

"I'm not stupid, I know what you do! I'm fast and-" Jax decided he's heard enough and grabs him by the neck like a disobedient pup and drags him out of the bar, his sister right behind them as the boy tries to escape his hold, spitting curses left and right.

"Actually, you are pretty fucking stupid. You want to know to know why?" Jax throws him on the pavement, watching the boy catch himself on his hands and knees. "I'll tell you," He runs a hand through his hair, "You believe made up stories you hear in the streets, and that will get you killed. That's why you need to stay in high-school and never step a foot in our bar!"

Jax sighs, "You better thank your sister for saving your life."

Her brother gets up, looking extremely embarrassed and angry, dusting himself off, he clenches his fist and glares at Jax, at that he can understand, the boy is young and dumb, he was handled like a puppy out in public. But what he can't stand for, is when her brother turns to glare at his sister, and Jax moves the second he sees the boy take a step forward, jaw set and fists clenched.

Jax stands in front of her like a mountain, "Try it, and I'll break your fucking jaw, boy."

Jax hears a whimper and his blood boils, his sister cares for his well-being and the shit wanted to repay her kindness with violence and hurt.

Her brother spits right in front of Jax's feet and takes off. Jax would chase him and set him straight if it was any other day, but it wasn't. He had the prettiest and sweetest girl in his hands to check up on. Jax straightens his kutte and turns around, seeing sadness written all over her smaller face. She covers her face with her hands and lowers her body so she sits on the hard, cold and dirty concrete of the pavement.

He looks around, rubbing the back of his neck as he watches her shoulders slump and her phone to ding with a notification, she wipes her wet eyes with the back of her hand and reads the message she received. Her wet, dark eyelashes blink as her eyes read over the message and she sighs again, eyes welling up with tears. Jax sighs and goes to sit next to her as she shoves her phone in her handbag.

"You alright?" He asked, studying the side of her devastatingly gorgeous face.

She sniffles and turns to look at him, their bodies just barely touching, and Jax's heart jumps at the bounce of her dark curls, framing her face like a cloud, a real life angel, "I was meant to go on a date, you know?"

"What happened?" He blinks.

"I'm officially 30 minute late and my date messaged me. Let's just say he isn't happy at being stood up." She mumbles. Jax hums, "Why don't you call him and explain why you're late?"

She closes her eyes for a second, then opens them again, smile wobbly, "He's going on a date with another girl. He hates me now. It won't change anything."

Jax frowns, "Sorry but your date sounds like an asshole. You could have been kidnapped or got into an accident and he's-"

"It's okay," She chuckles, not a ounce of humour behind it.

"It's not. You've had a down right shitty day, darlin'" Jax says, suddenly getting up. "Look, come have a drink or two." He sticks one of his hands out, looking at her expectantly. She bites her lower lip, "I'm sorry I don't- I don't drink." Jax smiles a little, "Then how about this, let's get ice-cream."

She brings her knees to her chest and shakes her head, "I don't-"

"You're already all dolled up, so you may as well do something. Let yourself have one good thing today, hm? On me." Jax added, he's starting to feel a little stupid because he's sure he's not being subtle at all. He hopes he doesn't come off as some jackass who sees her as an opportunity. He wants to help, he really does. And the fact that she happens to be so pretty that it makes his heart melt, wasn't his fault. "And we'll talk about your brother too, if you want."

She thinks about it and nods, finally placing her hand in his. Jax's eyes almost widen at the size difference, but he acts cool and clears his throat, getting his hand back to shove it in his pocket, his fingers tingling where she touched him. She dusts herself off, wiping the back of her skirt with her hand as he rushes inside to settle his tab, slamming cash on the counter and ignoring his guy's hollers and whoops, he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips as he makes his way to his parked bike, pulling his keys out of his pockets.

"Have you ridden a bike before?" He asked, getting his only helmet out as she made her way to him, looking at his bike, "Like this? No."

"I'll drive slow, don't worry." He kindly smiled at her, taking a step towards her, holding his helmet with both hands, "Can I?"

"Oh yeah, of course." She jumps, straightening her back and watching Jax push her curls out of her forehead with his fingers, and then place his helmet carefully over her head, snapping it shut and taking a step back.

She watches him throw a leg over the machine and put his key in the ignition, the beast roaring to life as he pulls it up with his feet and arms, "Get on," He motions with his head and she wears her handbag on one arm and sits behind him, getting comfortable and placing her hands on his shoulders, "What's your name?" She asked.

"Jax. What's yours?" He said loudly over his bike's engine. She replied and he whipped his head back, "WHAT?"

She nudged closer, repeating her name again and he grinned, knowing full well he heard her the first time, he just wanted her closer, for safety purposes of course!

"You smell real nice, what's that?" He shouted over his shoulder. She got closer, her chest pressed against his back, "Coconut and Tangerines lotion!" Jax grinned, she smelled delicious and he was hungry. He hopes wherever they're going, that they'll have tangerines flavoured ice cream, because he really doesn't think she'll let him bury his teeth in her sweet skin like a greedy bastard after knowing him for 10 minutes. Or maybe she would, who knows.

"Where's your helmet?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his waist as he finally turned the bike around, entering the road.

Jax looked over his shoulder, "Don't worry about that. Hold tight, Tangy." That's all the warning she got before he took off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"I'll drive slow" my ass.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

That was some really good writing. Honestly, I'm in pain and angry and also impressed. This show continues to side step some obvious and proven narrative choices to do something different.

I hate everything about Pemika and the industry here, and her rationalization is equal parts incredible and terrifying. And I'm questioning what exactly gmmtv is trying to say about it all. Because ultimately they won't vilify their own industry completely, so I'm wondering what the end goal here is. @colourme-feral posited in a convo that Mars could go independent, and I guess that's always a possibility, but coming from gmmtv that would be a strange stance to take. It feels a little too self-aware, which makes me sceptical about how far they’re actually willing to go with this. I said this before and I still think it is the most likely scenario, the company doing an 180 and decide to stick with Mars5. Don't know how that's gonna come about and how they'll also do the same with ThamePo, and PepperGam, but there's also no way we're not getting a happy ending here. Besides everything else, I'm really looking forward to seeing how the show will pull that off while still making us believe this story is remotely grounded in reality. I don't think we're not gonna see something like Only Boo happen here because the hole has been dug too deep on this one. The PepperGam storyline made sure of that. They can always throw Pemika under the bus, and change the company rules. That would be easier. Maybe she's lying about the Korea angle, I really don't know. Although that wouldn't really change anything about the dating issue. Either way, I just hope they don’t fumble the final arc because the show has been really solid so far.

The romance continues to be so good and that conversation in the rooftop felt very grounded and honest. "Let me be tired" - Thame, you're killing me. Also Po being the one who leaves is wrecking me. Can you imagine anything harder for him? He's a realist and although he wants to be with him, and Thame knows that, he also knows the industry that they're in and what happens as soon as they are outed. So it was noble, but not an idiot move.

That post credit scene was precious. For someone so inexperienced Thame's got good instincts. "Let us be a part of each other's everyday life". I melted.

[feyreshumanheart]

The issue I have with this "criticism" is that literally every part of it is completely unfounded and unsupported.

There's nothing in the actual books that suggests that Feyre learning to read later- before she becomes High Lady though- has impacted her ability to be a High Lady.

ACOMAF shows Feyre constantly occupying herself with reading for pleasure, flying through books, when left to her own devices after Rhys teaches her to read

ACOWAR shows Feyre volunteering and researching deeply for hours in the library on how to repair the Wall and then comparing her notes with Rhys's own research. She's also shown researching deeply about the Ouroboros mirror on her own

ACOFAS shows she writes answers to petitioners in the Night Court "personally" and doing various paperwork and budget balancing

ACOSF shows she's deeply involved in leading the drafting of the new Treaty

We are never given any indication that her recent literacy has impacted her as a High Lady, if anything we see her doing several duties as High Lady that require literacy and it never comes up as an issue.

And we're also not given any indication that people are questioning her as High Lady, her qualifications or whatever. In fact, the High Lord's meeting shows us the opposite because the misogynistic Beron complains that Viviane shouldn't speak because she's just a "wife" but never suggests that Feyre has no right to speak the same way, he even calls her "High Lady".

Because Feyre being High Lady is just a fact in universe so Beron the character, even when he's disagreeing with Feyre and trying to insult her character, he's calling the Night Court forces "her own soldiers".

He spends the meeting insulting everyone, telling Viviane she can't consult as she's just a "wife", telling Cassian he doesn't take orders from "lesser fae whore bastards", and even trying to undermine Feyre and Rhys. And he still doesn't suggest Feyre isn't High Lady.

And then you have Helion, who can sense spells and magic so well, can tell Feyre is High Lady without being told

And he literally watches her display of powers and says "no wonder" she's become High Lady.

These are the two oldest High Lords, one of whom has a noted chip on his shoulder about High Lord's wives speaking up.

So we get confirmation that her peers acknowledge she's High Lady. And not even that, all sorts of creatures, Death Gods, enemies, even some beings without being told beforehand. The King of Hybern's Ravens to the Bone Carver ("my new High Lady") to Bryaxis ("you are the High Lady").

And even on a meta level, the final part of ACOWAR is literally called "High Lady".

We see towards the end of the book that Feyre is inarguably confirmed to be considered a High Lord/Lady in power by whatever Powers That Be give the status that makes them "power" within Prythian because she serves as the High Lady representative of the Night Court when Rhys is dead.

It had been established that these High Lord/Lady miracles are only possible with all 7 courts represented-

So it's actually been proven irrefutably that Feyre does have the power of the High Lord/Lady of the Night Court, with or without Rhys and can serve in his place.

Which as OP points out is the only actual qualification to be High Lord/Lady.

So we both don't have any reason to think Feyre's literacy impacts her ability to perform the duties of High Lady or that her being High Lady is something other than just a basic fact in universe, like the Archeron sisters being Made or Amren living in the Night Court.

The issue of Feyre being High Lady being questionable is entirely fabricated and then justifying this created issue with a reason that's established as not an issue for her in the role in canon but has classist implications.

Suggesting why people should question the power and authority Feyre has that is treated like a basic fact in the story with a reason like educational neglect/deprivation, an issue often discussed in the context of denying opportunity and control, particularly for women, people in poverty, and especially women in poverty. It is reminiscent of some sexist, classist, and other unfortunate and belittling stereotypes.

Regardless of what people think of acotar's writing or certain character arcs, this baseless "criticism" is something I think people should consider carefully why they may think this, specifically why they think educational neglect/deprivation or someone only having the opportunity to learn to read later in life is something funny or a source of mockery or belittling, a reason to question their worthiness.

“Feyre has not right to be high lady! She didn’t know how to read until recently! She doesn’t have the qualifications blahblahblah”

First, Feyre has the same right as any High Lord, she has the power of a High Lord.

Second, you are a classist asshole. Feyre not being able to read was because no one bothered or cared enough to teach her. And Feyre didn’t think anyone cared enough to be willing to teach her, a fact Nesta didn’t refute. Would you shame someone for not having the opportunity to learn in real life?

Third, Feyre has the qualifications to become the High Queen of Prythia. If she wanted. She had power from each court.

So step off of my High Lady.

[jjenthusee]

I love you btw ur little Jason stories haunt my dreams (in the best way possible) anyways what do u think about those stories where Jason keeps reader a secret for as long as possible and eventually can’t anymore? My personal fav hc with those kinds of stories is that Babs comes across a picture reader posted of Jason being cute or sleepy or something to their private ig but Babs found it somehow anyways and confronts him about it

this has been one of my favorites lately! i even tried writing a small version of it in my Like The Sun writing drabble! it esp makes sense when it happens with Babs because i would think Jason may be a little lenient toward her despite how apprehensive he might sound, but it’s all because of how expressive and defensive Jason can become toward his family.

Babs is just as powerful in her technological sense, that ik Reader has a very small online presence, but Jason doesn’t prevent that and understands the risks for any of the Batfam to find out. For some reason, i would think after Babs found out he would still deny it, almost like a silent “tell anyone and ur dead (but not really)” kinda way.

Babs would get the hint but discreetly bring it up in ways that would have Jason’s ear twitch during patrol or have him running to places she “accidentally” let slip HAHA

such a fun dynamic! i think mind games would be really fun and secretly ik Babs would check up on the social media account for peace of mind for Jason since he’s so distant. It’s a comfort for her, but she doesn’t pry.

i can really understand both perspectives from Jason and Babs. It feels very teenage crush and older sibling coded. Like you tease, but at the end of the day u ain’t saying anything to the parent (Bruce). then, reluctantly, Jason is almost forced into a mutual deal set by Babs (for the thought of trying to get him to open up about himself) so she can help with keeping the relationship secret. it’s almost like an extra layer of security over the social media account HAHA (very over the top but it’s dramatic enough for them).

I’ve thought about how out of hand it could get that slowly other batfam are picking up on the VERY subtle teasing from Babs and they HAVE to know what’s going on. they see a very obnoxiously secure social account that screams Babs all over it and the mystery is opened for everyone. it could spiral, but i would hope it leads to understanding and trying to reassure Jason that Reader wouldn’t know anything about them until he says so.

sorry this went on so long (i love this trope lol), but thank u for the kind words as well! i hope my stories keep haunting your dreams lol 💐

[sofixt0k]

Sorry, I know I complain a lot about the same thing here. But I swear I'm the happiest watching tiktok until I get something from Stranger Things and there's always a comment that talks about milkvan and that they are going to win and criticizing byler and I automatically leave tiktok because-

It's not that they're shaking my faith in Byler, it's that I honestly can't stand how unbearable most milkvans are.

I feel like I ended up getting so involved with the characters in some way that I swear it makes me angry that they want to see Eleven trapped in a relationship, HER FIRST ONE AT THAT.

They want to see Mike forced into a relationship that has not allowed him to be himself, and they literally cannot get the milkvan character out.

And what I hate most of all is that they throw shit at Will when he's the only one who hasn't done absolutely anything wrong and is the most selfless character I've ever seen.

And some people are honestly so... Stupid, believing leaks, I think if a spoiler came out that says Mike and Eleven are getting married they would automatically believe it and humiliate us.

And speaking of this side as well, we are not stupid, we are not going to believe at first glance that they leaked some scene where Mike and Will live together and they have cats and I don't know what else.

We are on equal terms. (Well, yes, but no...) Even if it hurts them, there is a possibility, Byler, they want to deny that they will possibly be the end of the game, go ahead. But DO NOT deny that the possibility is there.

[noinoi10101010]

A rant on how some people in the fandom coddle lunar

look this really annoys me. Some people in the fandom just coddle lunar so damn much and it shows with this arc. Everyone is calling the celestial family abusive and neglectful for neglecting him to witch they have not. They kicked lunar out for attacking earth cause they want to him to forces on himself and his emotions are linked to his powers and could possibly run the risk of him attacking jack and dazzle two CHILDREN! Yes lunar won't and would never want to attack him but because of how emotional lunar is and how he refuses to say he needs help until he is forced shows the chance of him attacking jack and dazzle is not unlikely and speaking of him attacking earth I think some people need to realize that lunar COULD HAVE KILLED EARTH! Yes he didn't but he still basically could have or infected her with negative star power and made so it would like lunar. And it doesn't help that the fandom is always quick to shit on earth for being flawed for 5 minutes and people call her a bad person and yet every other character especially lunar get a free pass

moon mentally abused sun and killed kids - no one says anything

Monty scamed and commited multiple crimes and was an absolute dick until a bit before the eclipse and lunar take over - no one says anything

Solar was very neglectful to jack and basically left him alone with resulted in him getting bitted by razzle and went to go kill the creator without telling anyone and it having the potential to have him get killed again and everyone not wonder were he is. - no one says anything

Sun goes on a man hunt that leads to moon dieing - no one says anything (I'm sorry my beautiful beloved I love you for all your flaws)

Lunar kills someone and uses negative star power dispute the astrols telling him it's bad and nearly killing his sister and forever causing chronic pain - is defended religiously

Earth doesn't comfort lunar during when he is having a breakdown cause she is setting up boundaries - everyone calls her 100% bad

and I have heard this throughout the fandom and I just want to say this BEING OR HAVE AUTISM IS NOT AN EXCUSE. This is coming from someone who has it and have had me be shamed for some of my traits. Some people this lunar is autistic coded with is fine does it excuse any of the bad stuff he has done fuck no. Having autism or better yet ptsd doesn't mean you get a free pass. Imagine your in court and you just killed someone and you excuse is "but I'm autistic and have ptsd" like no your still gonna go to jail you still did a bad thing. Lunar bad actions are on him not his mental disorder ON HIM!

Edit : after seeing yesterday episode it just proves my point. Yes sun should have said that lunar should be the one to fix it but his daughter best friend was so mean to her she went up to her room to cry. Sun could have also told her what happened yes but how would explain to someone who seems to be no older then 7 that there best friend was taken over by magical force as complex as negative star power and not only that there using them as weapon for murder. Yes he could have explained it in a kid friendly way to her but I think sun desperately want to shield dazzle from the stuff they go through on a daily basis the episode Sun moves on he says that dazzle didn't deserve what she got and deserves to be a little girl he want dazzle to live happily and not deal with any of the stuff they always deal with for dazzle to deal with and the main reason for this negative star is on the planet to begin with is lunar. Is it his fault no but you can at least understand his logic which is especially clouded by rage with caused sun to act like that. Im I defending him no but like sun or not he has a daughter to protect and is shown to be very protective of her. If was anyone else there that sun let his anger out on especially earth I highly doubt any of you would say anything. And keep in mind lunar is not upset at the family for neglecting him ever since the attack he did on earth he responded to call out they give him on his bull shit is him understanding he deserves it as the main reason for all of this the whole reason for all of the family feelings for him being complained is him attacking and could've possibly killed earth as again earth could have died from the negative star blast and her having chronic pain was probably one of the better situation to have happened as she could have it take her over and it would be like how it is for jack or she could have flat out died. And that is what this rant is for not for people he bring up reasonable arguments that the celestial family is in the wrong but people who see lunar getting harmed in any short of way and shit on the other characters that are doing that. Just because he is your comfort character does not mean he should be defended like he is Jesus Christ. That is who this rant is for this is not out of malicious sorry if I made it seem like it was. @theinfamousmaybelle and to any one in the lunar protection squad or anyone who likes luanr in general I am sorry that I if I ever offended you or made you uncomfortable I'm truly sorry and it won't happen again. I am just so.damn tried for everyone in this fandom constantly defending lunar for every thing he has done. I don't hate lunar far from In fact he is one of my favorite characters but I hate how it is for some people if lunar in the show does anything he must be in the right 100% of the time. Once again I am not hating on any of you or think the celestial family are 100% perfect and in the right for this. This rant was just letting me get all my thoughts out of my system cause this has really been pissing me off. Especially because I absolutely adore earth so much and I hate her getting stupid criticism like this. Again all of your thoughts in this fandom are valid and I'm sorry if offended any of you or made you uncomfortable.

[tarnishedxknight]

"I suppose it is. If you heal the right people, at the right times." Ashe smiled at Larsa. "Like you, and now, for example," she said, nudging his shoulder. His comment about neither of them being ready to rule however, elicited a knowing chuckle from the former princess. "Most definitely we were not," she agreed. Her smile turned a bit sad, though it remained. "But I think we could have been. I know... that we would have been, someday..." she said with a pensive sort of conviction, of the kind that didn't matter so much after the fact with regard to action, but meant volumes in sentiment.

As Larsa mentioned Lord Gramis and seemed to catch himself, Ashelia found herself silently pondering the poor boy's emotions with regard to essentially losing a father he loved and gaining one that perhaps he did not want. Or one that he was not ready to accept in that particular role yet.

Ashe didn't take his comment as a slight. He was right, if they were being honest. And it was so much easier to be honest now that it did not matter anymore. Although not all of the anger and bitterness had left her from a war no one in this time period knew anything about, she found herself seeing the larger picture now, far more than she ever could in her own world. She'd had goals there, an agenda, a purpose... and now, everything about her world was just a history book no one had written yet. "I suspect a lot could have been righted... if we and others had the perspective we have now. What a cruel trick, to bring us here and help us to see, but now we can do nothing with that wisdom."

"Everything was about limits in our world, have you ever stopped to think about it? The limits of our ages, our stations, our means of travel, our borders, our power, our agency, our weapons, our armies, our... prejudices... All those limits are gone now, and so is the world we were so limited by. I am sure there is a deeper meaning to be had in all of this, but for right now, all I can think is that... yes, this entire situation... sucks."

She giggled a little at that, though it was a pensive thing. Ashelia couldn't help the way her mind wandered now. Her friend was hurting, as they all were, all the Ivalicians who had been brought here. But she'd found her way through because of Basch. To think that Larsa might be cutting off his own emotional lifelines because he was angry or upset... bothered her. She felt that, if anything, everyone from Ivalice should try to band together as much as possible. It was no longer Archadia vs. Dalmasca... it was Ivalice vs. a future that had forgotten her.

"Larsa..." Ashelia said, measuring her words and wondering if she should even bring this up. "Basch has been a great help to me, for so many reasons, since I arrived in this time period. It isn't only his wisdom and patience with me, but it's also... the familiarity of him. I can say whatever I wish and he understands. I don't have to explain about places or people or things because he knows them too. There's a comfort and a freedom in speaking with him and being around him that... that I think... perhaps you could find as well... with Gabranth and Drace... if you let them in.

"I know it was a shock to hear that your father was not who you thought. I can only imagine how I would have felt, were I in your place. But... though I am not on the best of terms with Gabranth or Drace, I remember overhearing how they spoke of you before they knew you had been found in this time. Or rather, how Drace spoke and how Gabranth... faltered greatly without you here. Even I could see it, and I was perhaps the last person he would have wanted to notice. If they lied outright to you, then I suspect they did so because they loved you. And I mean that. I mean love, Larsa. Because the sense of loss they seemed to have for you went well beyond the duties of Judge Magisters to their prince. They mourned you as a person, not as a lost employer or royal lord. It is only my opinion, and feel free to disregard it if you wish, but... I think you would be doing yourself a disservice if you turned them away. Let them help stabilize you, as Basch did for me. It will matter so much, I promise you. To all involved."

She knew that was asking a lot of him, though, and so she added, "Should you decide not to, however... please know that I shall always be here for you, whenever you have need of me. And I dare say that Basch would be too. After all, you are his nephew. He is still attempting to fully grasp that information, mind you. We... spoke at length about a great deal many things last night." Her tone had become almost somber. "It seems there were many things both you and I did not know about our respective mentors."

Larsa did not expect to be unfrozen at all, let alone in the future. When he had snuck upon Gabranth's ship set for Pharos he did it to ensure the peace would be possible. The last thing he remembered was running towards fallen Gabranth and then... Light. (Marvel AU) - tarnishedxjudgement

@tarnishedxjudgement

Noah didn't have the same abilities and resources in this time period with which to inform himself of anything and everything that was going on around him. He was in the dark, most of the time, unless directly informed of things, a condition he hated. Being at the mercy of others he neither knew nor trusted for information was not a position he usually found himself in.

It was the reason he hadn't known about Drace being found after him until she was brought one day to the training compound. Inexplicably, after executing her in his own timeline, here she was again, seemingly from another. The entire experience was wholly jarring, but not nearly as jarring as losing his only son.

So often had Noah thought of Larsa in the months following his revival in this strange time. Thoughts invaded his peace, his sleep, his ability to function, until he found himself so erratic and unhinged that he did not recognize himself anymore. Even Drace found it difficult to comfort him, and she had always been a master of that feat. There was no closure to be had, no second chances, no going back... and that knowledge was eating Noah alive from the inside out.

But once again, information had been kept from him, and yet another arrival from Ivalice to the Avengers compound was neither expected nor necessarily wanted. Would it be another Dalmascan? Gods forbid a Rozarrian. And the way the people of this time seemed to think that all Ivalicians got along and would be happy to see each other was beyond irritating to him. Nevertheless, when he was specifically summoned to greet this newcomer, Noah begrudgingly left his quarters to do so.

What he saw... stopped him dead in his tracks. Within seconds, his expression betrayed him, and within a few more, he was on his knees, his legs giving way in disbelief of the sight that lay before him. It was little Lord Larsa, looking just as he did when last Noah laid eyes on him, perfect as can be.

He knew he should say something, but words betrayed him as well as his own legs had. Instead, he merely stared, the absence of his helm serving to display to the boy all the shock, confusion, and relief at seeing him standing there. Finally, he forced out the only two words he felt he could say without falling apart.

"My lord..."