#Ofc this was from a (CERTAIN) side of the fandom...

[mangio-formaggio]

s4 vs s5 spuffy is a such a fun thing to analyse cause Spike is actively loosing it in real time, but for Buffy it seems pretty much a status quo since Pangs to The Crush.

and yet... s4 Buffy confused with Spike. she really doesn't know what to do with him. he's currently helpless and they share an enemies, so sometimes she treats him like a part of the gang. as someone she has to hide from her soldier boyfriend. he's a pain in her ass, but he also shouldn't be hunted down for an unethical experiments. they also made out intensely for one night and now she occasionally has troubles to look him in a eye. Jonathan unintentionally takes away her confidence, but not her sense of humor and yet that's enough for her to have a foot in her mouth around Spike and Spike only.

or look at this beauty. he's straight up scornful. he doesn't know he's in love yet. but this little comment still makes her shy for a second.

s4 Buffy doesn't want to think about Spike, to give a name to anything between them. she's in denial instinctively.

but then ofc turns out Spike is playing mind games and conspiring with Adam. the trust wasn't there, cause she's not stupid, and yet the trust is somehow broken.

in the beginning of s5 Buffy feels a bit different. more confident, more mature. two important factors here are Dawn and Riley. even being subtly written into existence and previous events Dawn leaves an inprint on Buffy's personality. she's not only a hero now, she's also responsible to be a good example in a day to day life.

Riley on the other hand arguably heals her issues with sexual intimacy left by Angel and Parker (only to add some new ones, but still). in this relationship Buffy breaks the cycle where there was always a punishment for her lust. with Riley she has a stable sexual partner, they comfortable to be physical in public, things don't have to be a secret. they do costumes apparently. the common opinion in fandom is that Riley is bad at sex, and I'm not saying that he's good but comparatively it's a positive experience for Buffy nonetheless. to understand that the regular human level of sexual intensity is not enough for her, she had to try various things even if only on vanilla side. by the end of the hiatus summer she knows herself better, even if certain desires still feel like taboos.

and with that awareness comes aggressive familiarity she treats Spike with. kicking his crypt door, shoving him to walls. casually. as a ritual. "I don't have time for bickering". she's no longer confused. she hates his guts passionately, that's for sure. after all, he stabbed her in a back with Adam. no more sympathy for his helplessness, she will beat him up without a second thought. the fact that they both enjoy it is unspoken.

s5 Buffy is still in denial about wanting Spike. and it's a very deliberate denial. by the Fool For Love. she knows that something is there. she would shove it deep deep down and put something heavy on top. but she knows that on a primal, sexual level there's something. look at her gaze, not a single doze of shyness there.

but funny thing is that right before this exchange, he tries to kiss her. she understands the situation well enough to look disgusted/terrified. and yet she so surprised by his love declaration in The Crush weeks later. cause she can brush off this almost kiss easily. can make it part of her very systematic denial. at this point she can handle the tension between them, this bazaar attempt of a kiss just Spike being a horny pig. and horny pig she can handle. it's big-dramatic-no-prelude love confession that sends her spiral.

[shirefantasies]

Hey! Recently finished LotR for the first time and just wanted to thank you for sharing so much amazing writing with the fandom!

I was wondering, after reading the how many children they’d like hcs, if you’d be comfortable writing some characters(personally requesting Legolas and Eowyn, but whoever you’d wish of course!) meeting their(/them and their partner’s if they already have children ofc) firstborn!

Either way! Tysm for reading and have an amazing day!!

Forgot I had one more finished draft lmao sorry everyone����🏻 here's one more post

Bro OF COURSE I love doing parent AU stuff!!! This is such a cute imagine omg. Also thanks for the kind words & welcome to the fandom 🥰 consider this part 2 of the pregnancy headcanons~

Warnings: some descriptions/mentions of childbirth/labor pain/blood (not too graphic though!)

LoTR Characters Meeting Your First Child Together (Wife!Reader)

Aragorn

Concern paints your husband's handsome features, furrowing his dark brow and glittering deeply in his blue eyes at your sudden, frantic motions. You are too quiet, too focused. Hiding something, perhaps? "What troubles you?" Aragorn asks, moving to your side, a hand caressing your shoulder as he breathes your name. Eyes widening, you start for a moment before deflating in a sigh. "I think the baby is coming. But I did not wish to worry you until I was certain, until I had more prepared and-" Saying your name, this time a little more firmly and a lot more lovingly, Aragorn takes your hand. "Worry me? Cast all your worries upon me. I am your husband. My heart is yours, and my service. Come, we will go to the healing halls at once."

~

Aragorn smooths your hair, wincing as you cry out and calmly whispering encouragement. He quiets you down as the pain and stress wash over you in nearly blinding waves, your body writhing with each push. Hours pass like this, Aragorn your one anchor until finally, blessedly, your body can fall limp against your sickbed and pant and sigh in relief, the babe proclaimed healthy and taken to be soothed and cleaned. "What a marvel. Truly you prove strength beyond measure every day. Beyond that, I simply love you more every day," he adds with a smile. Leaning up to kiss him, you fix your husband with tired eyes, loving gaze broken only by the midwives' calls. "My king," they say, "a son was born to you! The prince of Gondor!" "A son," you repeat, finally breaking back into a grin as you accept your little boy. Aragorn looks down upon him too with as wide a smile, greeting him in Elvish. "My son," he says, "how loved you are, and how blessed are we your parents. May you grow strong, healthy, happy, our little gift."

Legolas

Even as far as you had gotten, an unspoken fear had crept up between you and your husband until the very day of your labor, but your twins held fast. Such a thought echoed through your mind as much as you could bear to will it between the waves of pain. They held fast, and so would you, your husband at your side stroking your head and holding your hand, whispering calming words in the language of his people. Through tears, you smiled at the beautiful sound, at Legolas's constant reminders that you are strong, you are the most amazing gift the prince has born witness to in hundreds of years. He reminded you to look into his eyes as you were urged to push harder, your hips burning like never before...

~

"A son. A son and a daughter,” Legolas breathed, pulling you and both your twins into a gentle embrace. “And my wife. What more could I desire? Nothing. Nothing indeed.” You feel moisture, realize a tear has slid from Legolas’s eye to your hand, and reaching up you dry his eye before bringing your hand down to stroke the side of his face. You can feel the bags of exhaustion circling your eyes and your whole body aches, but all you can do is smile, smile until your face is just as sore; with your aching pleasure glowing throughout you nuzzle the babe in your arms, your son. “Our dreams are finally reality, Legolas. I would ask for no more either.”

Boromir

"What for it? What can I do?" Boromir is less calm than you expected at your sudden pain, the downward rush you can only assume is the baby coming. Not that you have told him that already. "Let us go to the healers." You try to steady your breathing, praying your water will hold out and break only upon entry to the home of the dear friend you'd selected to aid in your birth. Grateful are you for the grasp of your husband’s hand and the strength with which his arm raises you, tugging you against him for support, even if you feel his heart racing like mad when your hand falls against his chest.

~

For hours you toiled, your body rent and torn in creative horror as Boromir tried his best with jokes and sweet words to keep your wits about you… for far shorter hours than usual in your friend’s words. “I find that hard to believe,” you panted as she cleaned the child. “No, truly that was quite amazing,” your friend shot back, stepping back your way with a bundle in her hands, “We’ve had them take twenty hours before. Five is quite fast I daresay.” Every orifice in your body cried out with pain, so all you could do was incline your head until you raised it again, saw the child in her outstretched arms and felt your lips part in amazement. Eyes still closed, your child groped for you, stilling a bit in satisfaction upon your acceptance, feeling the weight fall and rest gently upon your chest. “Impatient little man and with some fire too! He fought against cleaning quite well.” “Little man?” Boromir’s head snapped so rapidly up to your friend and back to your baby you thought he might snap something. “We have a son?” “Indeed you do, you old dog, you,” she grinned. “It’s a boy!” He shouted gleefully, one hand resting firmly between your son’s and the other cupping your cheek and yanking your lips to smash against his. When Boromir pulled away, he laughed aloud, hearty and triumphant. “Bless him and bless you for giving him to me! I never knew I could be this happy, love!” Your smile widened to match his grin. Suddenly your pain didn’t seem quite so bad.

Gimli

“Push! Push!” “Am I not?!” You reply, uncaring of the raise of your voice or the vice of your hand about your husband’s. For his part and quite in spite of himself, Gimli must laugh, for such was the fire that stole his heart some time ago and the fire from which your newest love was forged- though not without some trouble first. Chip off the ol’ block, indeed! “That’s it, that’s it,” the healer encouraged, “yer doin’ great, lassie!” “Doesn’t feel like it!” Even as he winces in pain by your iron grip, Gimli chuckles again.

~

“A healthy little lad!” Six more hours have passed, but finally he’s in hand and you won’t give him up for anything. Except Gimli- he is the only one to survive your death glares when he reaches for your son, and pushing some hair off his shoulder he gently extends his arms further when you acquiesce. His lips part in an o of endearment and shock at your son, crying moments ago but now laying peacefully in his father's arms. Breaking into a wide smile, Gimli stares down with moist eyes and it is like time is frozen. “My son,” he half-declares, half-sobs. His gaze tears from the babe after a minute or two only to meet yours and bring a wide, triumphant smile to his face. "And most importantly, son of the fairest this earth has yet set forth, she who gave herself that he should be here. You did wonderful, my love. Thank you." "Thank you for being his father," you reply, "and for loving me through it all, even when I was quite ugly about it." "Ah..." Gimli replies diplomatically, "you were in a great deal of pain." Of course he forgives you, he worships the ground you walk on, after all, and you have just gifted him the honor of a son, a little flame all his own! And who, the dwarf suspects with another smile, shall look a lot like his father too!

Frodo

Frodo walked you all the way to the bed and laid you down by himself before he would finally relinquish any care of you to the midwife, despite the fact that he had selected her. You knew it was borne of no distrust of her, however, only a sign of the immense care in his heart he felt for you and the sum of all the kindnesses done upon Frodo in his most difficult years. When you love someone, after all, you carry them up a mountain. You lay them down and take their hand and kiss their forehead, telling them you will never leave them in their greatest pain. Just as your husband now did, just as he spoke upon cradling you close, grip only tightening as you cried out in pain.

~

"You're doing so well," Frodo encouraged during your last pushes, stroking your sweat-beaded forehead, "This is almost over." Indeed it was, for minutes later your final whimper broke Frodo's heart, sending spikes of dread shooting down his spine until a new set of cries stopped them cold. "She's here," the midwife tells you, standing up and fetching the cloths she'd dunked earlier. "A girl," Frodo breathes, "A little girl!" "Our little girl," you agree, reaching out to accept the tiny babe. Frodo's heart melts at her now-calmed face, the way her tiny eyelids flutter and the spray of tiny dark curls already visible on her head. "Hello there," he whispers, "my beautiful little girl. Never did I think my heart could give any more, and yet here it is, doubly taken."

Sam

"What's wrong? You look a little peaky. Here, why don't we-" "Sam, I'm fine. I just think I twisted my- hngh!" Crumpling in half with a grunt of pain you cannot even complete your sentence. Sam is rushing to your side, taking your hand and leading you back to your shared bedroom. "Shh, shh, it's going to be ok, you'll see. I'll get the midwife and she'll know everything to do, alright?" Sam's green eyes are warm as ever, his tone the sweetest and most soothing thing you've ever heard and ever will. Despite the waves of pain and the gush you begin to feel soaking the sheets around you, you find yourself nodding and willing up a faint smile.

~

"You're a strong lass, aren't you?" The midwife remarks as Sam returns to the room with more boiled water, looking at you with wonder in her pale blue eyes. Panting, you manage to reply that you suppose so with a faint smile of amusement before being wracked with the pain of another contraction. The only thing that keeps you going is the way your husband is there, leaving only to help you both before tumbling back against the bedframe to grip your hand, never once losing his smile even as you crushed the life out of him. It feels like a lifetime and yet no time before cries fill the room, your head immediately whipping to Sam's and meeting the tears spiling from his kind, loving eyes. "You did it," he whispers your name with awe, kissing your head, then your cheeks sweetly and softly again and again until the midwife is ready with your bundle of joy. "She's beautiful," the older hobbit comments, handing your baby off to you and beaming as you pull your daughter into your chest, loosening her swaddle enough to see her peaceful face. "Lovely," Sam replies, tone even more awed now despite its faint sob, "she looks like her mother. Her mother who worked so hard. Look, she has your hair." "She sure does," you agree, "but I hope she got your eyes." "Nah," he shook his head, "that can be the next one. I love that she's the spitting image. You've earned it after all that, I fear." You laugh at that, still smiling down at your daughter's face, which is still red and calming from her cries of alarm. "That I have. But the only reason I could at all was because of you, Sam." Tears falling anew, he shakes his head one more time. "The thanks are all yours. I knew you could do it all along. It's 'cause of you we have our little beauty."

Merry

"Come on, come on, that's it," Merry coaxed, lowering you down into the squatting position you'd asked for. Inside he was screaming bloody murder, but it was no good letting you know that, not when he had a duty to do and the most important one at that. No indeed, courage was far beyond necessary. Just as he'd had on the battlefield, he was to have with you. For you. Merry only could thank his lucky stars that you began your labor at home while he was there. Once you'd gotten settled, he reluctantly began to pull away his hand from yours, face falling at the way your fingers trembled. "I'm just going to get help. I'll come right back for you." "I know," you whispered with a smile, and just as it had been broken Merry's heart was up and skipping beats.

~

What a good sport the midwife was, for she had been in the middle of her afternoon tea when Merry found her, but never had he seen a napkin thrown down so fast. She rushed with him back to you and found you there still squatting and wincing, this time with sweat beading upon your brow. For hours there you remained, flanked on both sides by husband and midwife, until suddenly your skirts were lifted even further and the lady was calling "He's out!" You cried out in pain and relief and Merry just laughed and gave a big smile before remembering you, looking down at you with great concern. At that, you gave a chuckle of your own. "Sounds like we have a son, Merry." "We have a-" "Certainly you do and quite a big one! Here, you can hold him if you like, but not after the missus has a turn," the midwife cut in, laying your son in your arms. Merry's jaw positively dropped at the sight of him, and he leaned down to speak at once. "Hello there, little one. It's me, your dad. You remember the sound of my voice, don't you?"

Pippin

“Pippin, it’s time.” “Time? Time for what?” You loved your sweet, wonderful, clueless husband, but now was simply not the time. “The baby is coming! Get my supplies, please.” Your command came out as more of a whimper, your face twisting into a grimace at the feeling of moisture trickling down your leg. Water’s broken, then. Pippin caught sight of this, paled, and tore off down the hall, a crash sounding and a handful of stomps before he emerged again, bag slung over his shoulder and a pile of rags in one hand. "You know, for your..." "Yes, I know," you nodded, smiling in faint amusement as he took hold of your arm, barely giving you any time to straddle the rags at all.

~

"Push!" "What am I doing, then?" Your reply shattered Pippin, for it dripped with no sarcasm, only broken tears as you struggled with the pains of labor. The midwife shed a tear of her own, promising you did well, but this went on for hours until suddenly, finally, cries pierced the room's tense air and a massive smile spread across Pippin's face. "You did it!" A loud, triumphant laugh. "You did it, my love!" "She sure did," the midwife agreed, handing the babe off to another older hobbit and chuckling at the way Pippin's open hands followed them. "Don't worry your head off, he's just getting cleaned up." "He? It's a boy! Love, it's a-" "I heard," you grinned, "A little mini-Pippin. Just what I always wanted." "Are- are you joking?" "No," you shook your head, accepting your son with open, grabbing hands, "Not at all. Oh, look, he really does look just like you, too! Oh, Pippin!" Another little Pippin. This time hopefully not one who'll make the same mistakes. No. No, he won't, because he'll have the big one to guide him. And you, oh, his lovely wife... "Pip, are you crying?" "Of course I am," he replied in a quiet, awe-filled voice, leaning to press his curly head to yours, "Our son. Yours and mine. What a glorious gift you've given me. I'm going to work every day to pay you back."

Faramir

Faramir would have given anything to escape the meeting he had become entrenched in, the droning on about some law or another that- Slam! A messenger came bursting in through the door, one of the young page boys whom Faramir had sent notes off with. Rather than pass a message, though, the young man strode right over to his seat and leaned in to whisper to him. Feeling his face contort in shock, then a smile, Faramir rose from the chair at once. “My apologies, gentleman, but my wife has gone into labor. I will review all notes taken at my earliest convenience.” So it seemed the twins inherited their mother’s sense of humor.

~

Watching you strain and hearing your ragged breaths, listening to every cry of pain, stabbed Faramir in the heart with a hurt of his own. He never let go of your hand for a moment, though, despite the ache in those muscles as well. For hours he whispered you words of encouragement, reminding you that you were his hero and that you were doing great, even if it didn’t feel such. And finally your grip was tightening one final time, one final cry of pain as the second twin was born. First your daughter had come. “A girl!” Faramir breathed. “We have a daughter.” And with that last push Faramir himself caught your son. “A son as well. Two beautiful children.” Tears welled up in his eyes, which quickly turned to you as your son was cut free, lifted from his arms, and cleaned. Thumb stroking over the back of your hand, Faramir leaned over, head resting against yours. His stubble tickled your face as he shifted to press a kiss to your cheek. “We got the most difficult one out of our way first, hm?” You joked. Breaking into a tearful grin at your words, Faramir nodded.

Eomer

He should never have agreed to ride out on that patrol, but the others were pushing harder than usual and Eomer knew they trusted him. Trust went far in the Riddermark. Hence his shouts of frustration upon returning to a herald rushing his way and telling him that you had gone into labor. Luckily only about an hour and a half back. He had plenty of time. Running to the halls of healing and all but throwing open the great doors, Eomer barreled in and was met with your smile, then your cry for him, to which he ran to your side and took your hand at once.

~

"It's a boy," he panted hours later, hand aching from your grip and mind fatigued by pained screams, "our son is here." How in this world could you have endured it all if it drained even a bystander so? What a warrior you were. And what a warrior your son would be! Taking in the cleaned babe being placed in your arms, the enamored smile upon his beloved wife's face, the great rush of joy finally overtook him, all pain and exhaustion melting away for a brief moment. "Our son is here!" He called out again, this time louder, more triumphant, and when you spoke it also in your softer tone Eomer pulled you gently by the back of your head into a kiss that spoke volumes, every year of your love story thus far and all of them to come.

Eowyn

The pains of birth were no stranger to your wife; in fact, Eowyn recognized them before you did, cutting into your panic that something was going wrong with the reassurance that things were going quite right. “Our baby is coming,” she told you with a small smile that quickly faded back down when your knees buckled. She was prepared for this, very prepared. Having been forced into work as a nurse for so long had some benefits, after all, and very quickly your things were in hand, your body settled into the most comfortable position possible, and your wife rolling up her sleeves and pulling back her hair to get to work. Her own child would not be the first she had delivered, simply her favorite by far. Spikes of pressure fought their way up Eowyn’s chest, but just like in the heat of battle they spurred her on and she got to work with renewed courage.

~

“You are doing so well, my love, there we are,” your wife coaxed, “almost done, in fact! Our little one is almost here!” “Really?” You smile widely before your next wince and Eowyn can see her words have encouraged you. You pushed with all you had, and crying out finally forced the head, then finally the whole of your child, out into the world. Eowyn cut the baby free quickly as she could, all her focus tied down to making sure she heard breath before she let herself truly look. At the first call of little lungs she sighed and collapsed down upon her knees, hugging the baby to her chest. “Healthy, perfectly healthy.” Hurriedly cleaning your child, Eowyn saw that you had delivered a girl. “You’ve birthed a healthy girl. We have a daughter, my love!” Hearing you sob, she hurried quickly over to your side. “We both did,” you told her, reaching out to caress your daughter’s reddened cheeks, “Both her mothers birthed her. Where would I be, after all, without you?” It was Eowyn’s turn for tears to fall at your words, smiling as she was when you pulled her close and kissed the crown of her golden head.

Haldir

Long, difficult months had led to the moment of your doubling over with the first pains of birth, hobbling out to where you could find a hand to lead you to the midwives. You were half-knelt at the side of a bed, gripping its post for dear life, when your husband burst in. “Your patrol,” you inquired between waves of pain. “Safely in the hands of another,” Haldir responded, hand groping for one of yours, hastily taking it, “and no, they blame neither of us. Nothing but the pain of death could have separated me from your side.” A smile crossed your face, but moments later another wave of pain split your smile into a cry of agony. “The little ones are coming very rapidly,” one of the midwives told you, “your labor will not be long, at the very least.” At that, you heard Haldir exhale in relief. After such difficultly carrying them, your struggles with the twins would soon abate. Soon they would be in your arms.

~

True to her word, the midwife saw you through every push of labor in just under three hours’ time, one of the fastest she had seen in her many years. Haldir’s grip upon your hand never faltered until the very moment one of the twins was placed wrapped up in his arms. The other held by you, exhausted, shocked, but joyous, tears of relief and celebration flowing. “Two daughters. Two fair and healthy little souls all our own,” Haldir remarked, his voice barely above a whisper and a stunned smile upon his lips as he glanced back your way. The moment your eyes met, tears fell from his, too, and you both let out another exhale in relief; shifting the little one in his arms, Haldir grasped your hand. Smiling up at your husband, despite every strain of pain and exhaustion upon your body, all you could feel was the glow of utter triumph and bliss. “I have said it countless times, I am sure, but you my fair maids have my sword, my word, my heart, my everything,” Haldir told you, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your head, then that of the baby girl in your arms.

Galadriel

How Galadriel managed to remain so calm amidst your heaving breaths and calls of alarm, amidst a healer and midwives forgetting their place and trying to move her from your side, surrounded by bodies and screams and heat and fluid so serene, you would never understand. The way you’d doubled over in the middle of your wife’s vision, failing to smother the choked cry that escaped your lips, and she’d simply risen from the water with wide eyes and a nod, taking your hand. Had she let go? Not as you could recall, though memories blended and faded through great waving curtains of pain. Your strength is beyond admirable, my love. Head swiveling to meet your wife’s intense blue gaze, you smiled faintly. Comparable only to your beauty, her voice teased in your mind. Smile growing, the rush of joy gave you strength for another push…

~

“A daughter,” Galadriel breathes your name, joy permeating every faint crack of her so even voice, “you have borne us a daughter!” You see her extend a hand, accept a cloth you assume shall dry your little one off, but the midwife swipes your newborn for a moment and your wife dabs your tears, then the sweat clinging to your forehead. Setting the small piece of white fabric on the table by your head, Galadriel lets her hand drop down to trace the curve of your cheek, the ring you placed upon her finger some years back on your wedding day sliding over it with a pleasant cool. Your daughter, clean and swaddled, is placed in your arms, and beaming down upon you, your wife takes your hand. “A beautiful gift unlike any this world has seen,” she speaks out loud this time, though it is a whisper, “and surely with a heart as strong as her mother’s.”

Arwen

Pain rushed to you so rapidly it was as though you were stabbed. Crumpling and crying out was how your wife found you, rushing in with skirts held at her sides and dropped just as quickly so Arwen’s hands could close around both of yours, words of worry followed by encouragement whispered between you. Her father was the greatest healer you knew, thus he was to aid in his grandchild’s birth, the first of his family. Elrond was calm when through the veil of your pain you saw your wife bring him into the room, brows faintly furrowed as he pulled back his sleeves. Your hearing practically faded- or was it simply your memory?- as he began giving quiet but firm commands to another elf that followed.

~

Vision blurred with tears, you fell back against the downy pillow, breathing ragged. Much as Lord Elrond could do for you, the pain was still great. "The cord is severed!" You heard him announce and your head snapped back up to see your son in his grandfather's arms, hear him wail as breath filled his lungs. "Our little boy," Arwen grips your arm, grinning down at you, "He is here! Go on, Ada, keep us waiting no longer." Shaking his head at her teasing, Elrond gave you a wide, tearful smile as he lowered your son. Smoothing his dark hair, Arwen gazed down at him with loving eyes before leaning over to you, kissing your lips with such love and joy both of you were smiling into it. "My dearest love, he is so beautiful. Just like his mother."

Elrond

"My lord, your wife-" Lindir needn't say more. Elrond is already gathering up his robes and abandoning entirely the parapet on which he stood, regretting leaving you for a moment even if you had insisted he take some time while you rest. Hurrying down the staircase to your shared room, Elrond finds you sitting bolt upright in bed, brows furrowed and hand resting upon your middle. "I must get to the-" "No," calm as he is, Elrond seems to have developed a habit of interruptions, he thinks, "the midwife will come to you. Lindir?" "Sending for her now, my lord." At Elrond's side, you whimper. All too well does he remember this anguish; nodding, he presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Lie still. You will be well."

~

Thank the Valar for healing magic; soon your screams melt into whispers shared between you and your husband and winces become faint, tired smiles. Elrond feels the strain of each push upon you, but marvels at your strength, the midwife all but telling you to slow down. "I beg your pardon," you reply, gritting your teeth, "but I must be free of this!" And free you are, for not long later cries fill the air and tears of relief and joy spill down your cheeks. Elrond caresses your face and meets your eyes with a tearful smile; never does this moment stale, in fact nothing in this world can compare. As soon as the bundle is placed in your hands, you hold your newborn out between you, Elrond taking hold and reaching out his other hand, which your daughter grasps. "She looks just like her mother," he tells you with a smile. "But hopefully she inherited her father's wisdom," you tease back with a tired grin.

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[inchidentally]

there's something so special to me about how lando always draws/includes oscar in his little crafts done for mclaren content

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHvt_6asNnu/?igsh=cjBhdDFnc3lxYjRm

B A B E ... and the fact that crafts is one of Lando's favorite things ?? and that Oscar reminded Lando that art was the one thing he liked about school and that he knew Lando used to design stickers when he was younger as a little side hustle

Oscar just follows the instructions bc he rly doesn't get the artsy stuff (even tho he did win an art prize once in school aslfgsajlfg) and honestly they both know Oscar walking through his design is always so Lando can wriggle around and spend extra time on his project since that's what Oscar and the viewing audience want to see anyway!

also ;__; the way they look at each other when it’s time to relay the answer to a question - here, Oscar knows Lando will best describe American crowds - and sometimes Lando will set up the question that suits Oscar best ! it's like when Lando will direct Oscar what order they'll talk in a video and it's so Oscar can do all the hard-to-say words and informational stuff, and Lando can be pretty and come in to say the fun stuff or hold the prop <3

I love that landoscar “gentle parenting” is just accepted all across fandom now and it's a dynamic that Lando and Oscar have that just… developed all on it's own by virtue of Oscar being acts of service and Lando's dyslexia making certain things difficult. like it isn’t forced or done for effect or played up bc it's a real thing Lando struggles with and while he doesn't mind ppl finding it funny or laughing - still it's interesting that you can see after their earliest challenges like the Driving Theory Test Oscar realized Lando's actually a bit sensitive about it ! and from then on we get him smiling fondly but quietly providing help to the point that now ofc we're used to Lando looking over to him with big eyes and Oscar getting it right even when it's not fully clear what word Lando needed

that scrunchy smile Lando does to Oscar when he knows he’s been a silly billy !! has literally become a thing !! it's a boy knowing he can wrinkle his nose and Oscar will melt (bc he's apparently standing nearby melting over Lando being cute even when no one expects him to ??)

AND OSCAR IS LITERALLY DOING THE DREAMY FACE IN HANDS THING JFC is that how he'd sit looking at the screen when he was watching Lando's streams for literal years

oh GOD and when Oscar gently tells Lando to address the room and Lando dutifully sits up and does as he's told............ hmmmm

Lando's obsession w Oscar's swoop of hair continues even in tiny stick drawing form just like kangaroo Osc

the sweet, encouraging “wow I look amazing there!” HE JUST CANONICALLY FINDS LANDO SO CUTE OKAY

Oscar took one look at the tiny happy little figure riding the flamingo floatie and decided it had to be Lando

anyWAY SORRRY this went out of hand

[scaramionee]

A long rant about something that's been eating my mind from the inside out so here we go (TW: Might be Controversial)-

Sometimes, I'm just very normal about James Potter and Lily Evans but then I'm not. So growing up, I watched the hp movies first so I never quite had any interest in their relationship, they just seemed like a tragic straight relationship to me so I never bothered with it. But then I read the books and I went immediately like this- "No wonder James Potter worshipped Lily Evans, I would too." Like, this woman is the legit reason why the whole harry potter thing started, and to see the fact that most of the time she's just blatantly ignored or being stripped out of her original identity to be a strong independent lesbian (I don't have any problem with her sexuality, people can imagine her with whomever they like but it kind of ridicules Lily's motherhood in some way) who absolutely either hates James Potter or Insults him for fun just bcz he has a crush on her or being a side chick for James's steamy cheating romance flings hurts me more than I think it should.

I get it, the marauders fandom wholly embraces the fanon so dearly to them like a warm blanket because of many obvious reasons, but sometimes I think we just totally miss the point of this whole franchise. It's obvious that jkr sucks at writing romances which is why most people don't get the spark of canon ships like romione, hinny and remadora but completely missing the point about Lily being a mother figure in Harry's life and as a lover figure in James's life truly pisses me off a lot. Even though everybody is allowed to dislike certain ships because not everybody has the same taste, but I think we miss the fact that Lily was always more than just a mother and a wife in a way that molded her into what she wanted to be.

The reason why I'm completely enamored by Jily is not because it's just a canon ship which literally started Harry Potter, but because the way Lily Evans just had an effect on everyone who crossed their paths with her. Professor Slughorn himself was so besotted with her, Professor Minerva McGonagall teared up at the news of her departing because who wouldn't like her? She's so brave, so full of joy and laughter that she always forgot her own pain in favor of sucking the pain out of another. James was indeed quite taken aback by her beauty and charm, but I'd like to think it developed into something more after seeing the way she treated her close individuals. Lily was the younger sibling, and because she was a witch, she constantly faced harsh behaviors from her elder sister for being a "freak" according to her sister's standards. She may have had an inferiority complex, and she also hanged out a lot with snape, despite facing discriminations in Hogwarts for being friends with a half-blood poor Slytherin. She was willing to change snape, always defending him left and right but it never worked out in the end. Which left her feeling very defeated, she gave up because she felt like she was not worth it, maybe those bullies were right and she really was just a mudblood. And James, developing a crush on her while continuously harassing snape didn't help either. But if we analyze James's character, knowing that he literally took in Sirius just so that he could escape his abusive family, he knew that Lily was downrightly getting used and snape was taking advantage of her kindness and her stubbornness, he knew it because Sirius was in Lily's place once too, always constantly reminded of how they were never enough, so he wanted to save her ( in his own pathetic loser way ofc ) I think there are many hints of Lily noticing James quite a lot because if you really claimed to hate your enemy then why were you so bloody obsessed with the way how their hair looked like after playing quidditch hmmm 🤨🤨

But not just that, let's also talk about how she literally single handedly MADE THE JAMES POTTER, the absolute arrogant toe-rag quit bullying and hexing people for fun, knowing that he's been like this for the most of his life, but he decided to change for her just like a snap of a finger! Not only that, but she also quickly befriended Sirius in a way that he literally turned out to be her future son's Godfather and the secret keeper. The absolute hold she had on the marauders really needs to be studied!

The love James and Lily had for each other was an act of rebellion in it's own way, because back in that time, muggleborns were seen as scums of the earth and inferior to the wizarding society. But James literally went against every single pureblood tradition just to be with someone he loves and believes with his whole heart. That was always the main point. The reason why both of them were so cherished. He literally went up against Voldemort without a wand not just because of his son, but also for Lily, who he absolutely trusts with his whole life, the only person worth loosing the pureblood title for, the only person worth taking the risk of taking the Avada curse to his heart, he just loved her so beautifully, just like the way she always deserved. And Lily, oh lily, always saw the good in everyone, but saw the best in James, decided to sacrifice her life for their one and only son out of pure love and devotion. And the sacrificial love was so strong that the strongest dark wizard of all time succumbed to his own curse and it tore apart a piece of his soul in revenge of separating the two soulmates whom were always destined to find each other and get woven together in every single timeline. It changed the tide of the entire war. She ended it single handedly.

Yes, she was depicted as a girl who was just a close friend of snape, as a sister who's facing discriminations from her own elder sister's profound jealousy, as a lover and wife of James Potter, as a mother of Harry Potter- the boy who lived. But I think there's so much beauty in every single role she was depicted in. It gives us a glimpse of how much impact she had on everybody around her, how much she meant dear to everybody who cared for her, of how much diverse and forgiving person she was, of the way she was always a reassuring shadow around harry even though she was no longer present in the mortal world. No, motherhood doesn't make her one dimensional or boring, it only enhances her ability of loving people the way they deserve. It makes her so complex, but so powerful at the same time. She was a proud mother, and a lover, a friend, and a woman.

Lily Evans, what an absolute Goddess you were. And you'll always be. No other fictional character ever had a hold so strong on me the way she has.

[sleepingdeath-light]

longan dragon cookie breeding kink hcs ; 18+

requested by ; 🐜 anon (20/06/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; longan dragon cookie

outline ; “could you touch more on PVs and Longans breeding kinks? separately ofc, nb or fem reader, just hcs ^^

— 🐜 anon”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, afab!reader, references to pregnancy, breeding kink, dominant!longan dragon cookie, sadist!longan dragon cookie, possessive behaviour, size kink, marking kink, references to childbirth and reader’s post-partum state

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

longan dragon cookie’s breeding kink is, first and foremost, rooted almost entirely in a desire to fully possess you as their partner rather than being out of any true desire to reproduce with you — by impregnating you they, in their mind, have demonstrated that they are both a successful mate and that you are completely off of the market to any other dragon or mortal that may desire you (after all, what is a clearer sign of ownership and claim than pregnancy?)

of course they mark you in other visible ways — deep bloody bite marks across your body, claw marks marring your chest and stomach and thighs, bruises all over your back and ass, etc. — but the idea of others (namely their fellow dragons) seeing you swollen and heavy with their young appeals to that side of them much more and arouses them far more than any other mark could

(after all, bites and scratches heal, but there is no way to truly remove their essence from your life after you’ve carried and birthed their offspring)

so once they take you on as their mate, and you’ve expressed a desire for children, they waste no time in trying to get you pregnant

stuffing you to the brim with their cock several times a day, knotting you, and pumping your pussy full of their seed until they’re certain it sticks — leaving you flushed, sweaty, breathless, and dumb as they have their servants tend to you and leave to do whatever it is they do throughout the day

fucking you dumb on every bed and countertop, against every wall and door, upon their throne, in the gardens, and anywhere else they can have you in every position that lets them thrust deep into your cunt — from concubine to the mating press and beyond

you wanted children, after all, and they wanted you to be dependent on them, so it became their main mission in the early days of your ‘marriage’ (or as close as one could call it to that) to impregnate you and make you swollen and heavy with their young

(and it’s much more difficult for a pregnant mate to run away… what with all of the swelling, bloating, aching, and exhaustion, and all of that)

and when it finally takes — which it does quite quickly given how often the two of you were… trying to conceive — longan dragon cookie’s possessiveness and protectiveness over you goes from a ten all the way to a twenty (or, in other words, they started off really bad and went straight to dangerous levels of possessiveness)

they refuse to let anyone else anywhere near you and insist on always having you directly in their presence — ideally with their hands on and cock in you unless you’ve become sensitive to such attentions in pregnancy

your neck and chest are constantly covered in fresh bite marks and your thighs and waist are perpetually aching and bruised from their rough touches — namely their habit of squeezing you in those places whenever you’re stood beside them or sat on their lap (often times they don’t even realise they’re doing it and will stop if you ask them to — they’re possessive, sure, but they don’t want to cause their dear mate too much pain when it isn’t mutually desired)

your sex life also stays very active as your pregnancy progresses because of how attracted they are to your body as it changes and grows — of course they are gentler than usual with you, treating you like glass as you are much more fragile than them, but their sadism and dominance over you still remains as apparent as ever

the only real notable shift is that they focus much more on praise and body worship than marking and dumbification — obediently spending hours between your thighs, pleasuring you with their tongue whilst their hands gently massage your thighs and stomach, going for as long as you’ll allow them to

and once you’ve finally given birth and are lounging in bed — surrounded with luxuries beyond comprehension, a few dozen of their servants bringing you food and drink, your mate remaining diligently by your side for the whole thing, and your young resting in your arms — and they finally get to look upon those tiny perfect extension of you both, longan dragon cookie doesn’t feel love as a mortal might but they feel content. fulfilled, even

they have a mate, they have power, they have riches, and servants, and now offspring that would one day grow to inherent their strength and status — they had done all of what their kind wished to do

but as they looked at you — at your panting wet lips, at your teary tired eyes, at your sweaty exhausted body, at your trembling arms and the babes within them, and then at your now empty stomach — they find that they want more

they wanted to keep on fucking and filling you, keep on watching you swell and ache and grow, keep on holding you as you grow round with your offspring and watch your skin gains that telltale glow — to breed, and breed, and breed until you were no longer able

… but first they would let you recover, because as attractive as they found your pregnant body, mortals just weren’t made to carry draconic young and the labour had been so very taxing on you

rest assured, though, this would not be your first clutch… not if they had a say

[elainsgirl]

I've seen many people saying that as casual readers they always thought Elriel was endgame and I'd like to add my own experience to this.

I read the books bc my best friend really liked them and we like the same things. I trusted her and went in blind, I just knew it was about a human girl being "kidnapped" by a fae and that my bsf's favorite character was a guy named Rhysand.

We were living together at the time, so we'd often talk about my thoughts while reading. I didn't interact with the fandom to avoid spoilers and I'd ask her if I wanted to see some fanarts of certain characters. But even while she was reading the books before I ever did, she would sometimes use metaphors to describe certain situation so that it wouldn't be a spoiler for me but she would still have someone to talk about it.

And one thing she said was that at a certain point there would be a sort of "love square" instead of a triangle and I was interested ngl. You don't see that every day. I kept that in mind as I read the series, but then I finished ACOSF (shipping elriel, read the BC) and I was really confused bc obviously three of the four people were Elain, Az, and Lucien but I couldn't figure out who was the fourth one. I asked her about it and she was like "oh it's Gwyn, some people ship her with Az, not sure why🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️" (but she doesn't particularly care about elriel or elain and az as characters bc we haven't seen enough of them yet and she's more of a casual reader)

Anyway, all this to say, even after being told about a "love square", I still didn't realize it was Gwyn because there wasn't enough to support it in the books (and this comes from someone who ships people easily). And I mean, there's nothing wrong with shipping Gwynriel, I'm not actually against it. I can see the potential there. But it's the claiming the ship is canon and endgame part that bothers me. Idk why they need it so badly. I ship everyone with everyone else, but it doesn't mean I expect it to be canon and to actually happen in the next book. And tbh? That's the fun part of it

Thanks for sharing your experience anon, ik a lot of people can relate with being confused by this “love square”. A love square can typically acts in 4 ways:

2 people love the same person yet that person loves someone else -> doesnt apply

you have two established couples & one person from each couple wants each other. Again doesnt apply

connection through unreciprocated love. Only applies very loosely to Lucien who wants Elain but she doesn’t want him back. If Gwyn canonically wanted Azriel but he ofc wants elain, it would have also applied to her but again, there is nothing in ACOSF to suggest Gwyn is crushing on Az and wants him romantically

3 people loving the same person - doesn’t apply.

the acotar love square doesn’t fit any of these dyanmics. Gwyn is forcefully being pushed into the established love triangle between Az/Lucien/Elain. Gwyn doesnt want anyone romantically and none of the characters want Gwyn. She’s just there. Her stans are trying to convince themselves gwynriel want each other or at least acosf showed some romantic interest from Gwyns side - but none of that is true. As you mentioned, there’s not a lot (literally nothing) to support it in the books. One thing about Mass, is before the couples’ book - she comfirms they are mutually attracted to each other.

I dont think many people have an issue with others shipping gwynriel: crack ships make up a lot of the fandom and its fun shipping two random characters together and exploring their dynamic/concept but you also have to understand that just bcs YOU like the idea of two characters together, it doesn’t mean they’re set up to be canon within the books. I think the annoying part is Gwynriels expecting everyone else to take their ship seriously and act as though its a ship thats in the same league as elucien/elriel, when its not. And to make their ship seem better, they have to disprove elriel and oftentimes it makes them look ridiculous bcs their arguements are flawed. They need gwynriel so badly as it solves two major “issues” for them. 1) Take Az away from Elain and she will have no choice but to eventually accept her mate and eluciens have convinced themselves this is the only way Lucien can be happy 2) They dont want Az to be with someone like elain, who they’ve deemed boring, useless, plain. They want him with a sassy, badass warrior-> which Gwyn is meant to be.

[siriuslyobsessedwithfiction]

I find it really spineless and ridiculous when people (especially in Grishaverse fandom) post stuff like "There’s a certain account that I won't mention but they do and say this and this, and they completely misunderstood the characters because blah blah... I am this close to blocking their account they are so aggravating...". Ok, so block them?? Who are you trying to fool by faux politeness of not mentioning the blog's name but describing them in detail? If you feel the need to mention it, it means you want to publicly throw shade. And then you draw satisfaction from the comments guessing who it is like it's middle school. Not to mention distorting what they said to win yourself sympathy points and make your argument more plausible. We can post whatever we please on our blogs ofc, but if you disagree with someone, either have the guts to comment your opinion or block them. Or gossip in a group chat, whatever. I don't understand these kind of posts because this is a hellsite and the odds of you interacting with them are low. They probably don't come on your side of the fandom anyway. This isn't a southern country club where you try to conceal your thinly veiled disdain. It's about fictional characters for goodness' sake, let people have their opinions!

[bennettmaximoff]

It’s still insane how that side of tvdu fandom vilifies Tyler for choosing to get revenge on the man that killed his mother and friends instead of staying with Caroline, all because they needed an excuse to make Klaus look like the better choice for Care. Which is insane because he has physically harmed Caroline and almost killed her, yet somehow him doing that isn’t terrible as Tyler growling at Caroline bc she slept with the man who tortured him and again, has killed his mother…

“Tyler slut shamed her”… when all he stated was that she slept with Klaus. Even in show, they have Stefan punching him and acting as if he said something egregious [Them completely forgetting all the times they have Caroline call other female characters sluts or insinuate it, but ofc the writers and fandom have selective memory when it comes to certain characters] when Tyler had the right to be upset over his girlfriend sleeping with the man who destroyed his life.

This is the same side that calls Bonnie a terrible friend because she didn’t immediately warm up to Caroline being a vampire. Even though Caroline had literally killed an innocent person—Even though Bonnie made her a daylight ring not too long after. But this is the TVD fandom we’re talking about, so of course black and poc character’s feelings are not an importance to them. It’s interesting how they are so quick to infantilize and baby white characters, yet the black/poc chars are supposed to easily move on from their trauma, deal with it, and prioritize their white counterparts over themselves.

[sunnyie-eve]

2. Bastards

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Series: Devious Opportunity

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: Aegon being nice to the boys, betroth offers, and Criston being ass

| MASTERLIST |

As the four trained in the yard, Celeste was petting one of the horses while watching the boys. Deep down she hated watching how Criston would only give points to the princes and not the other two boys. Then poor Luke being the youngest swinging his stick around with barely any control being flimsy. He should be given pointers to help him.

Walking away from the horse to watch them closer she sees Aemond and Jace shoulder check each other then when Luke and Aegon switch sides, she smiles a bit seeing Aegon pat him on the back.

Aegon catches Celeste watching them so he smiles over at her so she politely smiles back. "Aegon." Ser Criston says to get his attention back.

"I won my first bout, Ser Criston. My opponent sues for mercy." He says jokingly in a cocky tone making Celeste laugh at him.

"You'll have a new opponent then, My Lord of the Straw. Let's see if you can touch me." He tells him so Aegon stops smiling, "You and your brother."

While those two try the other two watch till Ser Harwin gives them some advice. Then he tells Criston he needs to give his attention to the younger two more. "Jacaerys, come here." He grabs him roughly telling him he'll go against Aegon.

Celeste gives Aegon a look before he walks over to his starting point. He gives her a wink telling her not to worry too much. She didn't trust him that much and he proved her right when he shoved him down. Jace gets back up rushing at Aegon not ready to lose yet.

As Harwin gives advice to Jace, Criston talks to Aegon but he doesn't entirely listen since he was seeing the way Celeste was looking at him and he hated it. "Jace," He calls him for them to go again.

Jace tried his best against Aegon but he just had the upper hand, "Use your feet!" Criston tells him but he doesn't do such a thing, "Use your feet!" He yells and Jace trips falling backwards. "Don't let him up. Keep attacking."

Aegon stops noticing Jace hurt his left wrist when he fell and Ser Criston Cole kept yelling for him to continue attacking. Aegon drops his arm not wanting to continue anymore. Not to mention Celeste was still watching him and he could tell she was already a little disappointed in him.

"That's cruel if I continue. He's already down and he landed on his wrist." He says as Jace gets up slowly moving the wrist he hurt so Celeste goes over to him to look at it.

"In an attack you keep going till your opponent is dead." Criston tells him.

"This is practice and my nephew, Ser Criston." He says looking over at the younger boy with Celeste.

Both Criston and Harwin start to talk about the teaching being cruel then how Harwin cares about the boys in a certain way only family members do. That struck a never in him so he attacked Criston. All the kids move back as Hawin straddles Criston punching him over and other till more guards come over to pull him off of him.

As Harwin is taken away, Celeste tells Jace that they need to go care for his wrist to make sure it can heal quickly. On the way leaving the yard, she gives Aegon a smile with a head nod. He does the same back knowing she was thanking him for stopping.

-

In the council meeting before it ended Rhaenyra said she wanted to speak. She brings up the strife between the families and wants to try to fix it. She suggests that Jace and Helaena could get betrothed when older and she would be Queen when Jace takes the throne after his mother.

"And with Daemon's wishes for his daughter living here, me watching over her and making decisions for her, she and Aegon could be betrothed as well. We can ally ourselves..." She adds, as Alicent just looks at her with no emotions as Viserys loves the idea, "Additionally, if Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs, your son Aemond will have his choice of them... a symbol of our goodwill."

"Rhaenyra," Was all she had to say letting her know she was leaking through his dress.

"My dear... a dragon egg is a handsome gift." Viserys smiles at his daughter.

"The King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly." Alicent tells her before telling Viserys he needs to rest. Once out and on their way up the staircase Alicent talks about hating the idea.

"The proposal is a good one, my Queen." He tells her, "We're a family. Not to mention, Aegon and Celeste are always together. They would be a perfect match."

"There would be good things with them wedded but I know there would be some problems as well." She says knowing how Celeste favors Rhaenyra and would not want Aegon to take the throne.

"Alicent, my niece would cause no trouble."

"You may do as you wish, husband... when I am cold in my grave." She walks off a head of him as he calls out to her.

Meanwhile Celeste and Aegon were together in her room, he was constantly talking while she tried to read her book. "Aegon, would a moment of silence be so much to ask from you?" She puts her book down on her lap.

"You have to have some say about what happened in the yard. Ser Harwin snapping because Ser Criston doesn't help his boys."

"Aegon!" She snaps now, "Yes, we know the truth but the boys do not. We don't speak about it. And I'm sure Ser Harwin was expelled as punishment." She wants to change the subject.

"Why does my father act so blind to the truth though? It's obvious that they are ba-," He stops seeing the look on her face.

"Why should it matter if they are? They still have our blood because of who their mother is. Hair color should not be the thing that changes opinions. They have Targaryen blood, their mother is the princess, and they have dragons." She says having their backs, "Aegon, did you know technically I'm a bastard child as well?"

"You are?"

"Yes, my mother and father never married. It was just a short love affair." She tells him what she knew, "Why do you think me and him are not close? Everyone says he cares for me that's why he leaves me here because it's better for me... But I don't believe that truly. He and Laena have daughters yet I'm still here. I don't know my half sisters. He tells Rhaenyra, by raven, he gives her rights to me since she basically has raised me."

"At least you are still cared for and loved. Your father still sends letters to you when he does have to if he didn't care about you, Rhaenyra being a mother figure who loves you, and Jace and Luke seeing you as a sister. You still have it better than me. If I wanted to talk to someone all I have you who would listen to me. You have Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke, Laenor, some maids, and my own father."

As she was about to say something back, Rhaenyra enters her room, "May I have a word with you?" She asks.

Aegon gets up leaving the room so the two could speak. "Yes?" Celeste asks her.

"Seeing how I look after you here and your father giving me his blessing... Laenor, the boys, and I are leaving to Dragonstone. I do not want to force you to leave with us but I would love for you to come. I see and love you as my own daughter and I would miss you. I know the boys as well." Rhaenyra gives her the news.

Celeste thought about everything and that would mean she had to leave Aegon behind, but she loved Rhaenyra and the boys. With them she felt safe, wanted, and loved. It was the family she didn't have.

[smoshsfavoritepizzaplace]

We all remember Shayne's graduation, well it got me thinking🔥

Roll with me for a sec, I believe that roughly around this time is when they finally decided to bite the bullet and get together. The vid was published on December 9th 2019, so I'm not exactly sure when it was filmed, but I have an inkling that I can't shake.

When they tied the knot and Court posted the collage of photos, there was that black and white one where they have red hair. Which they sported for the remainder of 2019 and early 2020.

*Side Note - Unrelated, but pls Court bring it back!

Knowing that Court did the Lion's share of the work according to Dames and from what Shayne said during the last Reddit Stories, this for me seems to good to be true. I might be reaching but if you go back and listen to him talk about it and look at his eyes, it looks like they're a little misty. Can't blame him if they are, if that was what lead to them finally breaking ground, how sweet!

We'll probably never know what/when certain stuff happened and that is what I prefer, even though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious. Again, it is there relationship and whatever they decide to share with the fandom is good enough for me.

✌️

A lot of people think the graduation made everything happen, but a part of me feels like they were already dating by then. To me it just makes more sense if a girlfriend did that sweet thing for her boyfriend not just friends. Ofc I don’t want to pry into the timeline and be parasocial or anything but like you said, it’s hard not being curious about it. It also goes with my thought I’ve had for a while that I feel like something switched that year between them. Idk what happened but if you just binge 2019 videos with them, and then a couple ones year/s prior, there’s SUCH a change. I think the change happened mainly on Shayne’s side which makes it more noticeable imo. But I could be wrong, it’s all just theories/ideas. That’s just what I personally think 🤷‍♀️

[pango-doots]

Y'know looking back on my time in the NSR fandom it's weird how victimized people tend to make the NSR elites, which I really don't think is warranted beyond Sayu's team and Yinu who are MINORS that were employed into a fascist government system under the guise of success. Yes, NSR was a fascist government, or at the very least an authoritarian hand over a dystopian society.

Even if its general tone is light-hearted and silly, the game tackles themes of propaganda, scapegoating, wealth inequality and planned obsolescence, environmental destruction, media control, saving face for tourists, authoritative voting and more, yet most of them aren't the player's main gameplay focus; a lot of lore and context clues are in the background like the town's layout, interacting with certain objects and talking to NPCs. But those themes are a core message of the game and by only treating the members of NSR as regular old musicians you take out all the nuance.

(Plenty more under the cut. TL;DR: No Straight Roads is a relevantly socio-political game and I wish fans would utilize that side of the characters more)

Both halves of the revolution had their faults, and I do like that there is no 100% right or wrong side; no straight road, if you will. BUT ALSO. BBJ realized the entire city was suffering in some way under NSR's leadership and had nothing to lose by challenging the status quo (they literally live in a fucking sewer, I'd be full of rage too). They didn't benefit from initial fame, wealth, or military protection like NSR did; not to mention they were also egged on and decieved by one of their closest allies. When voices don't work ala DK West's attempt, then you turn to action. Action can include smacking the shit out of government officials, as a treat (I enjoyed every second trying to get an S rank in Supernova's level <3)

On that note, the woobification is ESPECIALLY bad with DJSS, Neon J and 1010. I love the silly object heads and sexy robots as much as anyone else but they are specifically meant to be critiques of self-absorbed billionaires (sorry to tell DJSS fans this but he's supposed to be Elon-Musk-adjacent) and the k-pop industry with its military involvement, plus the use of militial force to keep rowdy citizens in line. I'm begging people to PLEASE handle them with more care.

Thankfully, it's clear that NSR reduces its chokehold by the end of the game and all the artists put in a lot of work to improve thanks to BBJ's push. Whether the game's writers made that decision to appeal to their own government's approval or was a genuine end to the story, I like that Tatiana has a moment of reflection and does a complete 180 to make the city better in the end (beyond the threat of the city being destroyed ofc). Even if it's unrealistic, it's a hopeful message and shows that anyone can be corrupted by the right circumstances.

Just PLEASE don't forget the characters' actions and choices along the way for the sake of ship fics and cute art. There's a lot of complexity and angst you can add to the characters with that authoritarian history!

[dayshift-confessions]

Idk why but the fandom just pretend this doesn't even exist since they're focused on only the main lore or most of the time, purple and orange men.

But people need to realize how much DSAF truly has, but it's just so slept on some things remain completely obscure like heck, JUST NOW A FEW MONTHS PEOPLE FOUND A NEVER SEEN BEFORE CUTSCENE IN ONE OF THE SIDE ENDINGS IN THE 2ND GAME?? HELLO!! DSAF 2 IS 7 YEARS OLD AND IT WAS RECENTLY REDISCOVERED AFTER BEJNG COMPLETELY LOST TO OBSCURITY

Like there's so much side content in DSAF if you fly away from the main lore and focus on the side endings and stupid things, heck some stuff in the lore is also lost to obscurity like Afton Robotics, the five managers, the company computer in DSAF 3 (to the ones who care ily)

It's so fun to research and fuck around tryna figure out the lore and get sad that no one cares because they focus on the main thing and only that

But, ofc there's potential side answers to wby no one seems to care and it's because some things just don't seem to have extra lore expanded or plot holes like, how on godreds name did jack get that flip side machine? Did anyone ever notice that???

Y'all should honestly try to worldbuild lr expand and maybe fill up plotholes on the current elements to make some stuff feel more natural and..heh! More amgsty, trust me it's fun

Apologies if my topics are hell all over the place isk how to build an essay cuz there's so much to discuss EEGEHAJA idk, maybe the reason why they don't seme to focus is probably because they aren't a die hard fan like me because SNED HELO OH MY GOD I'M TOO BRAINROTTED IN DSAF AND I CONSUKE EVERY PIECENOF LORE I GET. I SCAVENGE THE LANDS LF DOGGOS TUMBLR AND EVERYWHERE ELSE TO GRAB SCRAPS OF LORE LIKE A PREDATOR LOOKING FOR PREY EEGEHAHAHHSH cuz usually when people aren't this brainrotted in certain media they don't focus on the smaller picture snd just the big picture but still it would be nice for people to atleast bat thier eye on kt:((((((((

:o

[moodyseal]

I love your designs for Gracie, Jerry, and Yan! Could you talk more about your headcanons for them? Like the powers and personalities you mentioned?

*twirls hair* Why thank you hehe

My headcanons for them shift a bit from time to time as I change my mind very often so I apologize if they will make little sense (it's not like I ever had to use them for a fic anyway) but the general idea is that Jerry's main domain is knowledge, Gracie's is light and Yan's is truth? Maybe?

There's not much info a single line can give but Jerry gave me the impression of a very uh. Pragmatic kid, so to speak? In a group I think he's the person who gets everyone back on track. Maybe a bit of a know-it-all, likes to sound like he's learned every page of a dictionary front to back for fun. That naturally connects him to Apollo's domain of knowledge and I know it sounds lame because that would make him very similar to a child of Athena but also there can be some interesting ways to play with that concept

Power over knowledge would of course entail exceptional photographic memory and a knack for understanding complex concepts: he reads something once, instantly understands and memorizes it (if you're wondering if Mike Ross inspired this in any way then yes, he did). However, depending on how powerful he grows to be, I was thinking that it could make him have some power over someone's mind as well, maybe by letting him manipulate certain types of information in their minds or even just access it. I mean, one of the articles on ReadRiordan mentioned that as the Muse of history's son Hyacinthus had powers over people's memories/perception of things, so it doesn't seem to be too far-fetched to think that knowledge would entail something similar

A popular headcanon in the fandom is also that Jerry has power over prophecy to some degree, and that would ALSO be very intriguing, especially given the implications of Jerry being (at least among the canon characters) the first child of Apollo since Halcyon to have prophecy powers 👀 maybe in this scenario it could be some sort of secondary power that's a direct consequence of the first one? Maybe they could be connected? Not sure

On the contrary, Gracie to me is basically the complete opposite of him. She's way more open and carefree and gets side-tracked very very easily, and even though most of that naturally derives from her 7-year-oldness (because I cannot see her as anything but a 7 y/o tbh) I think it would stick with her even as she grows older. Light powers seem difficult to master and actually use in combat by virtue of how easily light scatters, so maybe they would be a good way for her to center herself and be more focused

I actually considered the possibility of her having powers that connected to Apollo's purification domain as well because it's never mentioned and it is, at least in theory, cool as hell as a power, but I fear it would only make sense in a pair—light as a tool for purification, for example. Warding off evil, neutralizing curses, that sort of thing. It could make her very susceptible to corruption that way, but it is what it is! Many powers have some sort of downside

Finally, as for Yan, they seem like someone who only talks when they feel like it or when they deem it necessary and is, as a result, very observant and a good listener. Part of being able to know when someone's lying is paying attention to the way they behave, what they say and how they say it, so powers over truth seemed like a good choice in this context. Yan would be able to unconsciously realize that someone's lying through their tone, and as they practice even single out the specific lie later on

That would probably require a very receptive inner ear so that would mean they'd have a second, lesser power then? A natural affinity for music for sure, though I'm not sure about the specific instrument they'd pick

Anyway this is pretty much all I have! Ofc it's all a bit up in the air and I was making this up as I went because an idea apparently doesn't always make sense in words on its own but hopefully it makes sense now <3

I can't exactly say I'm excited about the upcoming books as I used to be due to how some things were handled (in TSATS specifically) but if these three are there and we get even a crumb of additional information about them it will be enough for me even if it disproves all of this 😭🙏 I just want something solid to work with yk

[moonspirit]

ok this has nothing to do with vbeow I swear🤣🤣

so like what if armin and annie get into a huge fight right (whatever it may be) but it’s big enough for them to start giving each other the silent treatment, facing away from eachother in bed etc.

See while armin is taking time to cool down in the coming days, Annie does not bc that woman is a grudge holder! She will hold grudges to the grave if she could!!! (Ex see when she’s probing armin about how he captured her and instigating in the middle of battle bahaha )

she’s even so mad…. that she’s not even horni (GASP)!!!

but you know who is… 😏😏😏 Mr Arlert ,himself !

it’s not intentional in the way of like “oh let’s have sex so we can makeup”, it started gradually as the days passed and her silent treatment hadn’t let up at all like his had. With Annie being even more frigid than usual, all he can do is watch her and THATS precisely what started horni.

Because while she sits combing her hair for the night, he can’t help how his eyes all but follow the fallen strap of her nightgown that slides off her shoulder bit by bit. Just resting on her tricep as the fabric almost teases him of showing him the holy land but never fully slipping off. Or when she’s serving him coffee (begrudgingly) in his office and he catches a whiff of her perfume that he hasn’t had the pleasure of smelling in days. Or when she’s brushed up beside him, her warm chest pressed against his arm bc there’s not enough room for all the ambassadors to go down the elevator comfortably . Or when she reaches for a pen after a meeting when everyone’s gone and it’s just the two of them, she’s stretching out to the other side of the table, arching her back to just reach it because she’s lazy to walk to the other side and he’s just losing it !!!! Etc etc!!

She’s not even aware she’s doing any of this btw she’s just mad af the whole time 😭

so like one day they just come home and he just “I’m sorry I was wrong, please sit on my face!” Lmao

......... I think.... we underestimate the potential of Horny!Armin in this fandom xD

Honestly tho, Aruani are each other's Vitamins C and D and going too long without either is DANGEROUS to their health. Neither of them functions normally beyond a certain point! Each just becomes sadder and angrier and moodier and desperaterererer until drastic measures have to be taken to ensure their survival of these two rare species 🥲

That said... I wonder exactly what Armin did to make her so mad she doesn't even get horni. BOY, just HOW BAD DID YOU FUCK UP?????!!!!

I think post-canon Armin gets quite used to the frequency of Annie's touch (because of how horni she is ofc) that... being actively deprived of it would actually do quite some serious damage to him XD Suddenly she's being a tease with the way she pulls on her clothes without even intending to!!! Her neck is too clean - there's been no hickeys on them for a week!!! She isn't doing his ties! She isn't combing through his hair! He hasn't pulled down the zipper of her skirt in three days??!!!

MALNUTRITION!

Though Annie is also just effortlessly sexy like that and he cannot find the patience or decency to be a gentleman for too long.

... But most importantly... he is one hell of a SAD gentleman 🥲

So the moment he gets the chance, he's kneeling before her like she's god and going:

“I’m sorry I was wrong, please sit on my face!”

[oldhalloweentape]

🪨Venture (OW II) x (fem) reader ⛏️

(Gamer Girl Reader Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request here! Yeah so, here’s this! Not much to add, I’ll probably start working on the Junkrat headcanons now there aren’t any more asks for Venture at the moment)

- I think the idea of Venture, a very outdoorsy and adventurous person with you, a girl who is more inclined to stay inside and play your games could be really cute :))

- Despite their keen interest in getting out of there and exploring they’d happily stay inside to spend some time playing games, especially with you!

- In their opinion, it’s like exploring whole new world’s without the hassle of exerting themselves physically (they like doing it nonetheless ofc) besides giving themselves a hand cramp or two.

- If there’s a game you especially like in particular, they take notice and either play it with you or play it later if it’s single-player only— 80% chance of them becoming obsessed with it as well.

- Lore??? Yes please, they want it so bad that they can make a billboard of everything so they can try to “crack” the game franchise.

- 100% buys merch for you AND themselves, cause I feel like they’d do it either due to them wanting to be supportive or partaking in the games fandom themselves.

- Specifically, I think they’d like certain games such as:

- Tomb Raider: I mean, look at it— It has artifacts, parkour, and a badass main character (I can see them crushing on Lara Croft as a little kid, can and will die if you ever cosplay as her). Self-explanatory.

- Minecraft: Endless possibilities, worlds, scenarios, they can make blocky replicas of real-life historical architecture— “…You wanna put our Minecraft beds together?”

- Spore: A little more niche with this one but this game is all about literally building up an organism and giving them culture and civilizations, come on they’d totally love a game like this… Dig it even.

- Assassin's Creed Unity: This game literally helped with the reconstruction of THE Notre Dame— THAT’S how accurate and intricate the amount of detail that went into the world-building of this game is. It’s like a love letter to them.

- Stardew Valley: As much as they like adventure (and Stardew provides that in the mines anyway) it’s nice to play a game that’s focused on something as simple yet intricate as this… That and I know a clueless player who still has fun regardless when I see one.

- BG3: It has adventure, mystery, a medieval aura, great character dialogue, and animal companions that are all so different and so charming… A large, HOT, silly tiefling woman (again if you cosplay as her they will not recover) who could throw them against the wall like they’re a bag of half-empty chips. 10/10.

- ANYWAYS, back on you two, if you make time to do what they like they’ll do so in return. Making an effort as they try to get a few pointers from the Queen of gaming herself— D.Va.

- Helps happily of course thinks y’all are adorable and reassures Venture that when she’s done with them they’ll know everything there is to know when it comes to dating a gamer girl. It’s so fucking stupid but the intent that Sloane had for wanting to impress you is still apparent.

- The information helps surprisingly, to woo you successfully, which D.Va actively boasts about whenever she can after asking how y’all are doing.

- For sure goes on mall dates with you to get gaming stuff, prefers it over online shopping. Buying things like shirts over your shared favored games, and sharing them. Loves to be able to smell you on them (not in a creepy way) while away at work for a prolonged period.

- Loves to distract you from playing your games, sitting behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as they lean against your back, head either on your shoulder or the top of your head.

- Sometimes feeling a bit flirty and kissing the back of one of your ears, rubbing your sides, mumbling honeyed and lustful words, things like “You look gorgeous to me right now mi corazón, how about you put that controller down and let me prove it?”

- They’re like a spoiled cat when it comes to your attention, I would know because I have three, and one is currently making my other arm fall asleep.

(There!! Sorry if this came out a little later than it should’ve, I’m a little exhausted from some real stuff, and I stayed up over midnight for this one. The Venture effect lol)

[ghouldtime]

i usually don’t message anyone or anything but i just wanted to say i love your characterizations of konig, ghost, and soap very much. the love and appreciation you have for these characters really come through in your writing.

the cod fandom is full of talented writers but the majority of them write smut. it gets tiring scrolling through the tag and just seeing porn when i actually just wanna see… ppl who enjoy the characters outside of sex appeal, yk? so your blog, truly and genuinely, is a breath of fresh air.

that’s not even mentioning the ppl who write them as abusive or use them to fulfill certain fantasies. i mean i don’t kink shame ofc, but idk sometimes ppl write them in extremely degrading ways that do a disservice to their character and it bugs me a little. plus all the “innocent bimbo reader” rhetoric, idk it gets tiring.

anyway, sorry for the yap session, but i did mean everything i said genuinely !!

💚💚💚💚 Salutations anon! You really don't know how much I appreciate hearing this. Seriously, messages like this give me motivation to keep writing and to stay active on here. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU from the very depths of my heart. You've all been so so incredibly kind, sweet, and encouraging 😭 I don't know what I've done to deserve this but it's appreciated and you all are absolutely awesome. This has made my YEAR, thank you for taking time out of your day to send my silly self a message 💚💚💚💚💚

I'm so so happy my characterizations have hit the mark for some people and that I'm (hopefully) doing them some justice! I'm always worried about that because characterization matters heavily to me and I want to respect their characters and how much they mean to me and other people through it EVEN IF THE WRITERS OF THE LAST MODERN WARFARE DON'T KNOW WHAT A PROPER STORY LINE IS AND KILLED SOAP WHICH I'M NOT FORGETTING, IM NOT FORGIVING, AND IM CERTAIN NOT LIVE LAUGH LOVING WITH IT. I'm refusing to accept he's dead, no matter what they say

I love the boys all so much. They all have such interesting things about them and have a lot more dynamic to them than people think and I just want to represent them right, especially lesser appreciated characters (haven't actually really written for them yet but Keegan, Logan, Hesh, Sandman, Roach, Nikto, Krueger - legit I love them, anyone feel free to send asks or scenarios you'd like I WILL write them. Legit, y'all, you can send me asks about certain characters even if there isn't much on them. I WILL do my research and I WILL write to the best of my ability)

Oh there's many talented writers in the COD Fandom, there really are. I can't say I really know any personally seeing as I never really interact with other blogs but I've seen some reallly really nice fics with so much thought put in them. But equally, there's a lot of just... smut. Not even well written smut, I'm sorry, but a lot of it is just really, really poorly written. I'm all for do what you want, write whatever makes you happy. Freedom of speech! If it makes you happy, cool! But I'm also going to cringe cause a lot of it is... yeah, yikes

Not trying to be the smut police and say every detail must be accounted for and everyone should follow it in a certain way but plz basic anatomy 101, basic prep 101, no guy gal or enby pal will appreciate it if you just shove it in to anywhere dry and I've seen a loooot of that and other things that just hurt?????

I get it, people learn by reading/writing, but this is literally just a single search away. And common sense. There's also a lot of practices being unsafely represented (like fifty shades of gray level) and uh it's not on purpose, it's not meant to be dubious, but it just is written as that. PLEEEEASE please please do some research, the internet is right there

But I felt the same way. Like bless whatever y'all want to write, no shame and NO shade to writing smut. I'll probably eventually do it myself again in the future (undecided on that but it'd likely be a side blog if I do and would never be a main focus, I prefer story over smut action. Once again, no shade and no shame to those who don't, to each their own!). Never ever going to full on NSFW mode or only writing that, I'm always always always going to prioritize writing the characters first and trying to get more stories out there about them :D

But I got tired of opening it and all I see is just... smut, smut, more smut, extremely dubious content x 50. And maybe a sprinkle of normal things or fluff here and there. I just don't look in the tags honestly anymore, because so many people just don't properly tag it or give 0 warning at all, not even under a read more, just BAM, unavoidable unless you flat out don't look at the tags at all

There's more to the characters than just being attractive 😭and I love exploring those aspects of them and trying to figure out why they are the way they are

Also I'm ALWAYS going to have an issue with people who fetishize horrible things. When you're actively fantasizing and writing about someone abusing someone else, like flat out abuse, and being incredibly toxic and terrible to someone - just, please talk to a therapist. That's not social commentary, that's not a proper portrayal of real, HORRIBLE things that affect many people and have very real repercussions - that's perpetuating the negative narrative around a lot of struggles and setting it back by instead turning it into something that's treated as attractive. I really fully can elaborate on this and have a whole rant - but it's not cute and it's NEVER cool to fetishize actual, awful awful things that happen to people. Dead dove doesn't excuse you from judgement - especially when it's not even acknowledged. You're just saying you know what you write is probably morally reprehensible. Hey, I'm going to reprehend and won't respect you at all when you write awful things just cause and get off on it. Think people forget that. Dead dove is a descriptor and doesn't excuse you or make you instantly free from judgement or mean you're not doing something problematic/disgusting. It's just saying you know it is, that's about it.

I don't get why people do that when it's clear they have no idea what they're talking about. I've seen that a lot with the bully! Things. Like... wow, clearly some of you WEREN'T bullied and you're writing about it and it shows because if you were, hey, you know how fucking awful that shit is and how it leaves life long effects. Not saying this applies to all but there's a lot I see like that where it's just ".... wow, okay, so you don't have any idea what you're talking about, cool."

AND YEAH the mischaracterization really does do a great disservice where it's clear they're just after the characters for their physique. They just warp them so bad it's like "Are we talking about the same character?" . In AUs you get to explore that and can shape them to your wants, that's your choice! Highly recommend AU's, it allows so much freedom.

But when it's like.... regular? And it's just no where close and they're doing a 180 in how they actually are (like having Ghost flirt with strangers and be big scary daddy dom im sorry he's not at allllll) I don't get it and it's clear you really aren't writing about or for the character - at that point, plz, make your own characters. Just make your own OCs, it's great! And you can make them HOWEVER you want instead of just ignoring a character's characterization to make them fit what you want. And guess what? It's your character so you can TRULY do what you want and have them the way that you want instead of bending characters to fit a box that they weren't made for

I'm not saying you HAVE to write a character the same as me or in a specific way, but when it's a character with an established personality/backstory, the least you can do is follow that outside of AU's if you're writing for them. That's... the whole point of writing that character - I don't get why you'd write for them specifically if you're literally going to ignore everything about them

SPEAKING OF THE INNOCENT BIMBO THING, I'm also really not a fan. Once again, if that makes you happy to write or read, cool! I just am NOOOOT a fan. Why does the reader always have to be so small and so delicate and so pure/innocent? Why does the reader have to be just so UWU coded? Why are they always like "oh you're so little and small :( and just don't know any better" . It's either that or they're John fucking Wick with little in between. Pleeeease it hurts my soul

Its why I try to genuinely write a neutral geared reader with reactions that will likely fit a lot of people! I'm always taken out of a story's immersiveness when it mentions something like like your hair length or how uwu small you are in comparison. Give me just... average sensible reader. Give me reader who has realistic human reactions. Give me reader who isn't perfect, give me a reader who isn't magically special or different. Give me a reader who is just doing their best, who is THEMSELVES, with no intent otherwise. I love those fanfics so so much instead of trying to feel like I have to be something I'm not to get myself in the mindset to read some pieces NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR YAPPING. IM ALWAYS WANTING TO TALK IM ALWAYS AROUND 💚💚💚💚THANK YOU FOR THE MESSAGE IT MAKES MY HEART WARM AND MAKES ME SO SO HAPPY