#PHEW NO MORE TREES

[princessedevalois]

HOUSE OF VALOIS-ANGOULEME | Family Tree

(feat. @scotsq)

Notable connected families: Guise, Medici, Stuart Family motto: - Family symbols: Three golden fleurs-de-lis on a blue field

[petrichoraline]

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[yrtit]

i am feeling hopeful and excited besties

[cosmique-oddity]

Phew, my last weeks of work are now complete >:)

I loved Dratchet and Ratchlock since the very beginning of my attachment towards Transformers, first TFP Ratchet…..but yeah….two of my favorites character….plus Keferon’s Mech AU…..I had to make my own thing about it.

A story….no…an illustration ! I couldn’t choose. So I did both :}

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That was not the first time Ratchet came back to his private lab angry, but this time, yelling at his superiors, and at the system, and basically at evverything that could be yelled at except the pilotd while leaving the manufacture, was certainly the last. He quit. That was enough,

you don’t win a war with feelings they said

well yes,

exactly,

but you win a war with soldier, and frying their mind before they have their first fight because you want them to be more perfectionned ? That was a little counter productive.

So he gave up. They are on their own now.

The lightly humming of his car was barely enough to keep him awake, it have been a long time since he last returned home, usually, he stayed at his work place, to have more time to sleep, but then, he was sleeping even less. An endless vicious circle, things were often like that.

But all of that was over for him.

He granted these young greenhorn with his experience, and what did they do ? Ignored his advices. Sending pilots to death. So now, he had himself out of the infernal machinery. This mindless waste of human life, even where this is what they tried to save was absurd.

In the middle of his quiet and late ride, he heard a noise. Rumbling, was it the engine ? As he stopped the car backroad to check, the noise wasnt stopping. Came from the sky, military patrol ? He raised his two tired eyes on the sky and saw a shining rail approaching his forest, falling fast. Not quintesson shaped, and with the gaze of an experimented biomechanist, Ratchet identified a mech.

At this moment, its violently crashed on the ground, behind the trees at maybe three or four miles away. No matter how hard he argued with the scientist sooner this day or how bad he wanted to say fuck to all of this death industry who killed young soldiers, he could do something for the one trapped inside the mech....maybe.... the man regained his car as fast as possible and urgently headed for the crash area.

Deafened sound of tires on the damaged road. Ratchet was already projecting, mentally stocktaking the tools he took with him, and lucky enough for the poor pilot, he quit with almost all of his material, and even if it was mainly mechs repairing material, he also bought some instruments which were used for the subtle neuromedicine between human and mech. Could adapt some of it and stabilize the pilot....then he may have the time to go home and grab proper materials. If there was life there was hope.

" bold of him to crash himself just the day i insulted all of his hierachy".

He frowned. Almost there.

The trees nearby were crushed and uprooted. A flickering pink light catched his gaze.

Almost immediately, the Ratchet analyzed the mech. It was different. He didnt know in wich country it was made but that almost looks alien. The curves and shapes, busted and burned on several places were demonstrating an incredible display of genius ingeniery he could just admiring. But time was not for being amazed on plating.

Someone was trapped there.

He stopped and parked his car in front of a fallen tree, rushing to the car's trunk, taking few indispensable objets, including some of them to help a safe disconnection between pilot/mech. In case he wasnt out already. And a crowbar, the cockpit might be stuck, seeing all the damages the mech has taken...

The sound of slightly wet grass under his feet was covered by a frenetic noise of aeration. Ratchet listened to it, while cautiously approaching the unknown mech. It almost sounded like a breath, but was certainly a depressurisation issue. The mech had fallen from so high on the sky....

The damaged plating were hot, probably from atmosphere friction. He raised his crowbar and his eyes followed the curves of the chestplates, searching for a familiar shape, that could lead him to the injured pilot inside. His gaze stopped on a deep wound, that might have cut through the cockpit.

The engineer stepped on the hot metal, his thick boots preventing him from feeling the heat, and he started searching for a hint....anything that could be a mechanism, anything that could open this damn mech !

Ratchet considered the damaged chest plate he noticed earlier. The surroundings of the wound were leaking bright pink, a very unusual color for fuel. Another of these definitively strange things about the mech. Again....not the time for that. Maybe if he could widen the gap, then he would be able to have an idea of what was going on under this armor.

He tapped the plate, -it was starting to cool down- with one of his finger. It was a very little tap, but the whole mech startled. A hiss of pain, recognisible easily by an emerite engineer-but-i-fix-people-too, it had come from the head of the mecha. Was this modele controlled from the head, like Vortex ? But Vortex was insanely huge for a mech, way taller than this one. He moved careful, noticing the shaking of his support.

"You hear me, kid ? Its going to be ok. You crashed in a safe area.".

He spoke in his medic tone, wich mean, of course brusque, serious, but also reassuring and calm.

He mumbled about the mech's features and tiny words of comfort while reaching for the head.

A red light, not regular and rather epileptic was coming from the head, and while he was almost there, on all four of his limb to keep balance, Ratchet saw it.

A spectacularly humanoid face, with sculpted nose and lips was tensed in a painful expression, frowning, but the thing who trapped his gaze was the two optics....

....staring back at him.

Mechs dont stare. Their eyes are glowing, oftenly to mimick human face, after all, human are pretty prideful creature, no point in piloting big ass metal titan if no one could tell these where their creation.

What human couldnt mimick with technologie, on the other hand, was the subtle expression between trying to evualuate a threat, his own injuries, and looking rather on the verge of death but also ready to tear any enemy's limb appart with its teeth.

With just one....very long....look at the other's eye, Ratchet was suddenly understanding what was going on.

Well....probably not but he knew what he had to save.

The pilot, the pilot he had to save.

The mech was the pilot.

He was the one he had to save.

He stopped trying to -certainly- open his chest. If it wasnt good for human it probably wasnt for living technology.

The giant technological humanoid seemed in a high distress, exhaling a lot of air from his vents, his eye still intensely staring at him and the engineer doubted his usual technique -including trying to make himself as small as possible- would work.

"Its going to be okay Kid. I can help you. There is nothing here that want to harm you".

He did his best to convey all of these emotions with his facial expression and gaze, still firmly watching back at him.

"the world better wait till im home and officially retired before killing me".

The mech's gaze -damn it was so more living than ANY human made machinery- seemed to soften a bit but still radiated with suspicion.

Deadlock had been in several bad situations. It happened quite a lot when a specie of giant aliens with tendrils tried to invade your homeland, and he was ready to it.

Trained to kill, and to do it efficiently.

And he was *good* at it.

This time was just another of these ‘i went too far in my excitation’ moments, and he has crashed on a random planet he hoped was not inhabited. He landed hard, and pieces of his ship must’ve been thrown near his location.

And now, now there was an organic like no one he ever saw, and the organic was on his *lap* and he had the kindest warmest eyes he ever saw.

And these eyes were directly looking at his own eyes, and the well named ‘Deadlock’ was starting to wonder if he finally had reunited with the Allspark. His pained and tenseful grin faded a little and he tried to move his head forward, searching a better point of view to watch the singularity in front of him.

Ow.

Moving hurt.

Some sound came out of the organic’s mouth, probably a language. He didn’t had the proper tools to decode it but the tone of the language was extremely….comforting ? Soft ?

This was scary.

He wasn’t used to be welcomed like that after a fight.

Usually it was either another fight, either the yelling of a superior, either nothing at all. But this actual living being was carefully examinating his chestplates, and he recognized the gestual of someone who was used to heal. A medic perhaps ?

He tried to move something, maybe a hand, to reach for the pale organic, to be sure he was real, but his body was rather uncooperative, from what he could say, one of his legs was missing, and a lot of wound were releasing energon on the ground he couldn’t saw.

The high probabilities of bleeding out and crash was an issue.

He let his head hang, too tired to watch for every moves of the organic, and barely aware of his environment.

There must be a big problem somewhere….

He confusely thought, while watching the stars.

Must be a bigger injury I haven’t saw……..

Ratchet saw the bright light coming from the alien’s eyes slowly fading, and cold swear ran through his back. Yet, he could still say the soldier was alive, the lights of his body were shining, not a lot, but it was enough. He looked at his first aid kit with disappointment. That wouldn’t be very efficient since the form of life he was trying to preserve wasn’t a tiny human. The nearest thing he could compare the Mech to was��.well their own mechs, or eventually….Quintesson. An horrible mess of organic and technology. It was partially thanks to their weird constitution that Ratchet had been able to make sense with the ‘he is alive’ thought.

At this moment and with this material, he couldn’t help the kid, and didn’t possess enough knowledge to tell if he was even dying or not.

He had already an idea of what to do….to fix him, at least trying to, but it involved several objects he hadn’t right now. Leaving to search for these so called objects was risking to let an injured alone, he couldn’t take that risk. He was trapped with the mech, and had to hurry and find something. He stood and reached for more adapted material in his car, trying to find something…. Anything.

Surprisingly, the most useful artifact he came across was his electric screwdriver and a bunch of screw along with a long metallic cabke. A parallel between human stitch, with sewing threads and the material he had with him right now. He could manage something between human fixing and mech repairing, that was what the ‘bio’ in bioengineer stood for.

The kid would be ok. He would live and tell Ratchet why he fell from the sky, and maybe if he saw his friend Jazz….out there…….

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:)) @keferon

(I swear I’m not insane, your AU is just kinda giving me infinite drawing stamina lmao)

[worldofstoriesanddreams]

Isn't there an age limit?

The Justice League gathered in the meeting room to deal with yet another potential world ending threat. On the screen was a projection of an incoming alien armada. The invaders were as numerous as the stars. Each spaceship looked like a skull with many tentacles.

“These mechanical ships harvest a world’s resources, destroying all life, while terraforming the planet into servers which become part of Brainiac’s interstellar network,” Batman explained.

“We don’t have sufficient numbers to take them all down,” Martian Manhunter pointed out. “Is there a weakness we can target? Or do they have a leader we can capture to force the entire fleet into submission?”

“We need to locate Brainiac and infiltrate the ship he’s on.” While Batman spoke, a hush silence fell on the entire room. Everyone stared at the screen behind him, with mouths wide open.

Turning around, Batman stared in unbelief.

A massive sphere - a dead star, moved between Earth and the alien army. 

The cameras zoomed in on a red dot pushing it - Fawcett’s new local hero with the demeanour of a golden retriever - Captain Marvel. 

Gripping the titanic star like an oversized plastic ball, he swung it forward, hitting the incoming spaceships out of the galaxy.  

The Herculean man’s face lit with childish glee as he pumped his fist in the air. 

Grinning like an idiot, he carted the unimaginably heavy celestial object away, while whistling a ditty. 

How powerful was that man? 

More importantly, does he have any weakness in case he needs to be taken down?

“Phew,” Flash was the first to get his voice back. “The new guy took care of that. So can we go home now?”

“No,” Batman raised his hand. “Change of agenda. It’s time we expanded our membership.” Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. What better way to keep an eye on the new guy than to bring him into the fold.

Superman had a silly hopeful grin on his face. “I vote we invite Captain Marvel to join the League.”  The Last Son of Krypton must suspect that the new hero is a fellow Kryptonian.

“We don’t know anything about him,” Green Lantern cautioned.

“Better get him on our side than have him join our enemies,” Batman replied as the screen showed photos and articles about Captain Marvel gleaned from the internet for all to study.

“He’s clean.” Cyborg ran his checks on the man. “He’s a boy scout. Half of all the footage I have found — and I mean exactly half — shows him rescuing cats from trees or helping little old ladies cross the road while carrying groceries for them.”

“Cast your votes,” Batman ordered. “Do we want Captain Marvel to be a member of the Justice League?”

*

The decision was unanimous. Captain Marvel has a place in the Justice League, that is, if he wants it. With his power set, he would be a valuable asset to the team. All appearances of the new hero have shown that he is one of the good guys.

“I’ll ask him,” Superman volunteered. He was dying to meet the new guy. He had to be a fellow Kryptonian. Though he must have a chat with The Captain about Bat-paranoia, to hide how much Kryptonians can really do. Otherwise Bats might break out his Kryptonite stores to hit them both.

For example, while pushing a titanic star, for goodness sake, please make it look a lot more challenging.

According to Cyborg, Captain Marvel would appear in Fawcett right after a massive lightning strike from the clear, cloudless sky. The hero tended to patrol Fawcett for an hour before seven in the morning and for an hour after three in the afternoon on weekdays. His schedule was more unpredictable during the weekends. 

Clark was a reporter. 

Could The Captain be an elementary school teacher in his civilian identity?

It was a quarter past three on a Wednesday afternoon. Superman hovered four hundred feet above Fawcett’s busiest square, drawing a curious crowd while he waited for Captain Marvel to make his appearance.

Lightning struck an alley near a local elementary school.

“S-superman!” Captain Marvel hovered in front of him. 

The man’s brilliant blue eyes brimmed with excitement as he stared at Superman with an open-mouthed grin. 

“What brings you to Fawcett?” The Captain’s cheeks flushed as he stiffened, arms crossing his heavily muscled chest. If Superman didn’t know any better, he’d think Captain Marvel was starstruck.

“Captain Marvel,” Superman began, feeling a little self conscious.“I come on behalf of the Justice League. We’ve seen what you can do and want you to join our team.”

“You want me to join the Justice League?” The big guy was practically bouncing with excitement. If he were a golden retriever with a tail, he’d be wagging it.

Just as abruptly, he looked down, slouching as if trying to shrink his large frame. “But isn’t there an age limit to join the League?”

“We don’t discriminate against anyone based on their ages.” 

Superman whispered conspiratorially. “I don’t even know how old I was when my ship landed on earth. For all you know, it could have taken lightyears to get here.”

“Hmm,” Captain Marvel rubbed the back of his neck. “If you say so.”

“Take your time to think about it,” Superman handed him a League communicator. “This is for you. If you want to talk to us, just press this button,” he showed The Captain how to use the device.

“For me?” The guy looked as excited as a kid who had received a shiny new toy. 

“Yes, for you,” Superman replied. “Call us when you’ve decided.”

“I want in,” Captain looked up, grinning from ear to ear.

“Then, welcome to the Justice League!” Superman shook his hand. “Come with me to our headquarters.”

*

The flight to the Justice League’s Headquarters with Superman was fun. 

That giant satellite that Cap often flew past when he left earth’s atmosphere was the Justice League’s Watchtower -  a secret meeting place for Justice League members.

Billy was flying with Superman. 

Elated.

The SUPERMAN!

How cool was that?

His hero was a lot chattier in person. 

Superman talked about Krypton, his home world. His dad uploaded all Krypton’s history and knowledge into the A.I. of the spaceship that brought Kal-el to earth. 

Kal-el was Superman’s birth name.

“What’s your birth name?” Superman asked?

“William,” Cap replied.

“Wil-em,” Superman looked deep in thought. 

“The Ems — I think I know your bloodline.”

“You do?” The thought that Superman even cared about Billy’s family warmed him like a cup of hot chocolate. But as far as Billy knew, he was a Batson, not an Em. He was four when he lost his family. It’s been three years since. His memories of Daddy, Mummy and Mary were beginning to fade.

“Come with me to my Fortress of Solitude after your induction and I’ll show you Krypton’s records about the Ems,” Superman grinned as he tapped on the satellite.

A panel slid open.

“Where is it?” Cap asked as he flew into the airlock.

“In the Arctic,” he accompanied Cap in the dock.

“Are there polar bears?” Cap felt giddy with excitement.

“Plenty,” Superman laughed as he walked Cap through the massive hall. It was like nothing Billy had ever seen. 

“I can introduce you to a family of friendly bears,” Superman grinned.

“I would love that,” Billy’s heart did flip flops over the thought of getting to meet polar bears who were friends with Superman. Cap could speak all languages. He’d have a great time chatting with Superman’s bear buddies.

“Holy Moley,” Captain Marvel exclaimed as he walked through the security checkpoint. The doorway opened into futuristic corridor with interactive walls and holographic displays. 

Announcing the arrival of Superman and his guest Captain Marvel, a tinny voice rang out.

“Brace yourself,” Superman whispered. “The rest of the League is waiting for us in the meeting room.”

A metallic panel slid open revealing a grand meeting room. Batman sat at the head of the long table. Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, Cyborg and Aquaman sat around it. There were two empty seats.

All eyes were on Captain Marvel.

“Holy Moley,” Cap whispered. He couldn’t help himself. It’s a bad habit he picked up from his late father.

“Guys,” Superman announced. “Captain Marvel has agreed to join the Justice League.”

The room broke into applause.

“Welcome to the team,” Flash whooped.

“Let’s celebrate,” Aquaman tilted a large bottle of whiskey, filled a glass and slid it across the table to Captain Marvel.

Cap looked at the glass in front of him and back at Aquaman. “Isn’t there an age limit?”

[izzi-illustrates]

I have become more insane: I've extended the Farseer family tree up to the end of The Tawny Man trilogy.

(original version here)

It got a wee bit messy; design choices and spoilers below the cut.

PHEW.

First: Dutiful came out looking both like Fitz and Kettricken, but also a little like Regal, which was an unexpected but not unwanted development. Dutiful's parentage is muddier and more complicated than I've drawn it (this being an "official" family tree) but since I personally feel Verity is Dutiful's father in ways that matter more to me, I made sure he had Verity's nose - the Farseer nose - and his big dark eyes.

I spent longer on Elliania, drawing from archival photographs of young inuit women, and deliberately using cooler browns for her hair and skin than the warmer Farseer colouring to distinguish her. The Farseers are distantly related to the Outislanders, but they've also intermingled for generations with other Duchy folk, and I wanted to distinguish Elliania's look and style significantly enough that she'd stand out; I think I succeeded.

And then there's Molly's marriage to Burrich... Burrich is such an important character to me personally, and his connection to King-in-Waiting Chivalry so important to the story, (with his raising of Nettle also being key to the story) that it felt wrong not to include him, and his and Molly's sons, in this tree, even if they're none of them Farseers.

I had fun thinking about who would take more after Burrich or more after Molly, and settled on most of the boys taking strongly after Burrich, with Chiv being the most like his father in looks (down to being in the process of growing his hair out in baby locs), the twins having the greatest mix of both parents, but all the boys having Molly's hairline, even if their curl texture isn't hers. I gave Just her hair colour because I don't care that red hair is a recessive gene; this is fantasy and I'm having fun. I also gave Nettle her mother's "surname" (since Nettle remarks that her mother wants her to learn her trade) and the boys are all Burrichson except Swift, who chooses to go by Swift Witted for most of his book appearances so far.*

Nettle is as clean a combination of Molly and Fitz as I could make, taking after her mother in colouring and brows, but taking after Fitz in her chin and eyes. I also deliberately gave her Chivalry's nose, since Fitz's is the product of a severe break.

*If I make a further family tree up to the end of The Fitz and The Fool trilogy, I'll probably name Nettle as Nettle Skillmistress or Nettle Farseer. Similarly, I named Hap as Mishap Badgerlockson, but he'd be Hap Gladheart by the end of the RotE series.

[featherandferns]

daylight - prologue

jj maybank x fem!reader | prologue of the daylight series

content warnings: none

word count: 537

blurb: people-watching at a kegger, you find your new muse through your camera lens

His eyes are perfect. They reflect the setting sun like a still lake of water reflects treelines and sky. Clear, crisp and clean. They’re somewhere between blue and green. They remind you of a marsh pond or natural lake, enclosed within shrubs and trees, weeping willows and that sort of thing. His eyelashes are the things that girls would envy: long and naturally curled. Why do men always have such great eyelashes? It’s never fair. 

You watch as crow's feet appear beside his eyes. He must be smiling. Your focus is on his side profile, gazing at him through the viewfinder of your camera. That small mark of technology makes you feel less creepy in your staring. When he laughs, he shifts out of focus and view, shaking with his humour, eyes crinkled and bright. Something about it makes you smile too, as if you’re in on the joke. It’s a small smile. Secretive. He has dimples, you realise. An almost symmetrical smile that is somehow resigned and assertive at once. He’s mesmerising. It’s like he was meant to exist through a camera lens. You take the opportunity to snap a shot the moment he’s back in focus. Two. One more and - yes, perfect. 

You like photographing most things. Nature, people, sports, still-life: you weren’t picky. But eyes - oh, those are your favourite. It has always been a weird obsession of yours. There’s just something about them. They hold so much character; so much emotion, so much feeling. William Shakespeare once said, ‘the eyes are the window to the soul’, and you had to agree. This nameless boy’s eyes are the perfect example. 

But then you realise that you’re seeing his eyes from a whole new angle. 

They’re staring right at you.  

You quickly dart away. Lift the camera up and to the right, as if you’re photographing the sparse treeline which lines the beach. There’s a small thrum of anxiety in your throat which you swallow. You don’t dare look back to where he is. Instead, you distract yourself by adjusting the focus of the camera and zooming in on the branches, hoping to spot some wildlife. A bird is perched on a branch and you take a mundane photo before lowering your camera. You inspect the picture. Then, you finally brave a look to where the boy had been standing before. He’s gone. Phew. As the ‘new girl’ in town, the last thing you needed was the tagline of ‘stalker’. It was intrusive of you to photograph a stranger rather than striking up conversation like any normal person, but the kegger had been overwhelming. Everyone knew each other. Friends upon friends; groups and gangs of teenagers; hell, even the tourists all huddled together like lifelong pals. You felt on the outside. You always liked to people watch. Get a feel for the crowd and the people from a safe distance, your camera acting like a shield.

Looking down to mess with the settings, you take one more glance around to see if you can spot him. He seems to have vanished. Sighing, you lift your camera once more and turn your attention to another crowd of people at the beach, and you continue snapping away. 

read the next part here

[a-leg-without-fear]

Entre, Rouge🩸🔥

this is very silly

Ship: Logan Howlett x Mutant!Fem!Reader 🩸

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 666

Warnings: story is told from Wade's perspective. need i say more?

Phew!

Okay, that last Wolverine didn’t quite work out. Several stab wounds in the shape of adamantium kebabs aside, I just wasn’t a fan of his vibe. The puffy hair, the leather ensemble, and the missing hand? No thank you. I’d like an intact Wolverine with access to a shower and a hairbrush to help repair my universe.

I sat on the log I once shared with the extremely-departed Logan. Lots of blood and guts spilled everywhere, pieces of TVA agents and metal bones strewn about the snow, thick snowflakes falling through the naked trees and onto my illustrious red suit.

Oh, I should probably introduce myself.

The name’s Wilson. 

Wade Wilson. 

Wade Winston Wilson. 

Doctor… Esquire. 

Also known as the ever sexy and permanently alive Deadpool. Sure, I look like the gum-covered underside of a highschool desk, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop in my quest to fix my universe and save my friends. Like Lancelot and his Holy Grail, I’m going to find a Logan and shove him into my timeline until he fits. Or do whatever happens in that story.

The little dimension doohickey I nabbed from discount Mr.Darcy sat in my gloved hand. Lots of retro graphics and shiny buttons made it look like a flip phone, but fancier. I was scrolling through universes to try and find my next target.

“420? No, I don’t think I want pothead Logan. 69? Now that’s just too obvious,” I muttered with a laugh while flipping through universes. The numbers scrolled by like etch-a-sketched fruit in a slot machine. Except without the pants-tightening excitement of winning a jackpot.

My yearning for walking through rows of old geezers sitting in their own piss puddles while mindlessly playing the slots was overtaken by a fascination in the universe that filled the screen. Confetti exploded in my head like an edged bottom who’d held out as long as he could.

“Bingo!” I said, jumping up from my spot on the crumbling log. My fabulous boots made a nice crunching sound as I walked through blood-stained snow.

Earth-80085.

The Legiverse.

A universe filled to the brim with horror, trauma, copious sex scenes, and hyperfixations switching faster than Nosferatu fiddling with his light switch. You know the one.

I jammed the “go” button on the doohickey and a huge portal appeared in front of me. Orange, glowey, translucent, door shaped. Kinda looked like jello if you squinted.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” I asked myself, naïvely, “I’ll get burst like a blood-filled water balloon by Leg’s OC of the week? Nah, she wouldn’t do me like that.”

Taking in one last chilly breath of determination, I skipped through the portal.

What I was not expecting to step into was a bedroom.

Pale green curtains blocking out any sunlight, wooden walls with cutesy pictures, cat towers and toys scattered on the carpeted floor. And…

Is that… moaning?

My head whipped in the direction of that delicious sound. Rumpled and soaked sheets, wooden headboard slamming into the wall behind it, bed creaking under the rapid movement.

And there, tangled together in the way God definitely didn’t intend, were you and Logan. Him driving into you, toned abs flexing with each thrust and fluffy hair bouncing, with you squirming and moaning beneath him. Logan’s rough hands felt along your lucky hips.

“Damn,” I whispered. Why did you get to have all the fun? Can’t I get a little Lo-Lo action?

I hung my head, disappointed, as I pressed the “leave” button on the doohickey. It wasn’t fair! Readers get to fuck whoever they want, however they want, whenever they want. They even fuck me on a regular basis! And where does that leave poor Deadpool? Either in another fanfiction or taking care of myself the ol’ fashioned way.

Ignoring the growing discomfort in my rather-flattering pants, I stepped back through the stupid doorway to continue my search.

Why are all the good ones fucking, crucified, killing me, or Henry Cavill?

i got drunk and watched the third "night at the museum." this popped in my head while watching hugh be a silly man

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[sosa2imagines]

Favor!

Warnings- Oral, male receiving, fluff.

You and Bucky have been dating for almost one year now.

You two had hit it off right after, Bucky had bumped into you at the local grocery shop. It took time for the metal arm solider to open up to you. But your kindness, your beauty and the way you were so comfortable with him, brought him much closer to you.

You understood his job and how he would be absent, for day, weeks and even months for saving the world. But you never complained and Bucky had requested Tony to build him a phone which would be untraceable for even the number one hacker in the world, just so he can stay in touch with you. After the missions he would straightaway head home to you, burying his head in your chest, holding you tight.

Everyone in the compound loved you. Hence when Bucky asked for a leave, everyone was more than happy to grant him, for as long as he wished.

So here you are in a secluded cabin, surrounded by trees, beautiful sky and a lake nearby. The moment you both had entered the cabin, Bucky jumped on you, taking you instantly, making you come at least four times.

The next day….

The two were now by the lake, enjoying the scenery and the water. Your hair was softly blowing in the wind as you two stood close to each other. You hand gently grabbed Bucky's hand, your fingers interlocking with his fingers, as you both held hands and strolled next to the lake. The gentle breeze made your hair blow in the wind and Bucky was enjoying having you close to him like this.

 The lake provided a soothing vibe as well as the breeze and Bucky's gentle presence was relaxing to you. You held Bucky's hand closely as you looked at the reflection of you two in the lake.

As you both went little ahead on your stroll, there was a pit which was covered by leaves that was barely visible, as soon as you put your foot on it, you fell down, your hair had few leaves stuck to it.

It took Bucky exactly three seconds to realize you are not next to him. “Doll?” “Down here!”

Bucky looked down and gasp “Doll, how did you?” before he could complete his concern, he burst out laughing at how cute you look down there, covered in leaves.

“Very funny Buchanan, help me.” “Alright, alright phew sorry doll” He tried to compose himself, but failed miserably. He gave you his hand, but his face was filled with mischievousness and delight as your hands hold on to his, he was loving every single minute of it.

“Help me Buck!”

Bucky had a mischievous look on his face. He had plans for you now. The sight of you down there, painted a different picture in his head. “I’m not helping you unless you do something for me.”

You knew by the look on his face, he was up to something, seeing him distracted, you managed to pull him down in the pit next to you. “You were saying something?” you tease him, covering him with leaves.

"Hey!" He said back as you covered him with leaves. This was a lot more than he expected from you. “I’ll help you, if you do something for me” you mocked him, making him roll his eyes playfully.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You ask playfully, happy to have him down here with you. "Oh it feels good, alright!" He exclaimed as he spoke in response, his tone now playful again.

“Now how do you plan to get us out of here?” "Oh I wasn't really thinking about getting us out of it..." He spoke playfully, and this was the truth. If it was up to him, he would be in this pit with you forever. But then he had the audacity to say "Besides, you were the one who got us into this." He was teasing you now.

“Me? I fell in here and you refused to help! The audacity!” "Yeah, you. The audacity of you for even questioning it, actually." Bucky replied back, his tone still playful and joking.

“You look handsome in this pit, covered in leaves.” "And you look beautiful all covered in it too." He replied back affectionately, his tone was flirtatious, affectionate and playful.

“Thank you” you smiled at him. He smirked as he spoke, before adding, "Now that we've established that we look good covered in leaves, let's get out of it, don't you think?" “Finally, yes please.!”

"Not so quickly. You got to do something for me first?" “What am I supposed to do in this pit?”

He laughed as you asked this, "Something that involves you using your mouth." He spoke flirtatiously, and this was all he was going to say for now though. He waited to see how you would react to his reply. “Are you asking for a kiss or is it something that I think it is?”

You were right on the money with your second guess, because that was the one thing, he was going to demand from you now, as he nodded his head. He wasn't going to just let you out that easily. You had to do something for him first, before he ever would let you out of the pit.

“In this this pit?” He nods in confirmation, “Are you serious?” he nods again.

“Right here right now, I’m serious doll.” Bucky smirked, he knew you would not say no, not because of the situation, but because you loved to do that to him and it was the truth. When Bucky asked you to blow him, you were turned on, your mind was quickly on the pervert mode.

You got down on your knees, unbuckling his pants, getting his boxers down, his length big and hard ready and waiting for you, pre-cum leaking. You run your fingers on his length, before cupping his balls, earning a groan from him. Your tongue traces the vein, as you slowly take him in.

Bucky was now getting exactly what he asked for from you, as you obeyed his request, and it was wonderful. He was enjoying this so much, and he had the urge to push your head even further onto his length than you currently were. But he held himself back, even though his grasp on your head remained strong.

He smiled as he was getting exactly what he wanted. He was enjoying having his wish fulfilled. He started to use little force and moves his dick more inside your mouth, the warmth making him to throw his head back.

Your hands grab his thighs, as you take his cock all the way in, down your throat, gagging slightly making him moan. “Good girl, taking me all in, that’s my doll.” He praises you, as he closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation.

You go move along his cock back and forth, twirling your tongue just the way he likes it, at a very good pace, taking him on a ride, drawing the animal out of him. But then you decide to be little mischievous, you go down on him very, very slow.

He was quite surprised by this, he opens his eyes and his jaw dropped open slightly as you teased him here; he had expected to dominate you, but now you were slowly teasing him. You were making the process slowly painful for him here, and he wasn't sure how to feel about this development. His grip on you got tighter however, as he continued to move your head, you pulled and looked at him innocently, “Any problem?”

He remained silent as he was trying to get a hold of himself once more. Finally, he spoke up again, his voice sounding more frustrated. "No, there is no problem." “So, you don’t mind... if I go slow?” you tease him innocently. "Oh no, I don't mind it at all…" He paused as he spoke again, “But couldn't you go a little bit faster?" He gave you the angry puppy dog look to which you could not say no to.

You happily took him faster this time, sparing him from the teasing. He was caught off guard by how fast you suddenly moved, he was surprised because you went from going slow and teasing him to suddenly moving fast on him.

But he did enjoy the sudden difference though, and he even gave out a soft moan here and there. He gripped your hair more tightly now that you were going faster. He was enjoying this so much, and he was enjoying the fact that he was finally receiving something that he wanted from you.

"Yeah, that's it... that's it... Oh, god, yes keep going just like that" He groaned in pleasure now. He was finally being satisfied now, and it just made everything so much more amazing for him.

"Keep doing it, just like that… oh, god…That's it, I" He kept moaning, as you were now going so fast and it felt amazing for him.

"Yes... don't stop... just keep going" He kept urging to you. You moaned, your face muscles were burning and cramped. He gripped your hair more tightly now, he was enjoying this so much, he moaned more and more. You could swear on Tony’s money, you heard him cry in pleasure.

"Keep going... don't stop... I'm so close" You know what you were doing, you were proud of the fact that it was you making him feel good. You kept using your mouth and hands to give him pleasure. He got so close to the edge. Everything started to rise up now as you were getting extremely aroused and wet now.

"Oh, yes just like that!" He kept moaning as you were going faster and faster. Everything now with your mouth felt incredible, and he was enjoying every second. This was exactly what he had asked for.

"Exactly like that, oh, god don't stop... keep going... I'm almost there" He groans as he was so close now, and he was enjoying the sensation of it all so much. This was exactly how he had wanted it to be, and he was enjoying every second of it. "Oh close... so close " Bucky was close to the edge, and you kept going at this, pushing him there.

Just when you twirl your tongue, he holds you in place, you feel him throb in your mouth, depositing his hot cum straight down your throat. He stayed in for a bit, as he found his release, he gave out a soft moan. It felt so good being released, and the tension was just too much that he couldn't hold on anymore. He was released, and he breathed slowly as the good feeling went through him.

You swallowed his cum, licking your lips clean, and that alone made him blush.

"That was..." He was breathing slowly, trying to stop himself from moaning too much. The sensation he had felt was incredible. You waved your hand, unable to talk.

You both relaxed in the pit, catching your breath. “Are you okay, doll?” Bucky holds you in his arms, caressing your hair, his cool metal arm, making you feel good. “Yes... I’m okay… that was” “I know doll” he chuckles, kissing your head.

Few more minutes later, after you both were back to normal “So, ever planning to get us out of here?” “Oh, right!” He remembered where you both were now. He was so focused on you, he had completely forgotten about the pit. Bucky helped you get out first, pushing you up, making sure to keep his hands longer on your butt, squeezing them firm, as he finally came out to, without any problem.

“So… how about I return the favor?” He winks at you, throwing you over his shoulder, taking long strides towards the cabin.

[dehydrated-turtle]

Morning Wood

//warnings// nsfw, 16+, mdni

//contents// Dick Grayson x transmasc!reader, fluffy, smut

//synopsis// how does morning wood lead to pussy eating? i guess that's just what gets dick off - wc: 1.6k

//on ao3//

The morning is golden, shimmering and dancing between the leaves on the trees, spilling through the glass of your bedroom window. Light dancing around the room and over your face as you start to stir. The lush greenery glowing in through the window and the robins chirping away as spring blooms outside. Your whole body comes to realization and consciousness in a couple of minutes. You feel an arm around your waist that comes up to meet your hand, fingers intertwined. You can feel the warm breath of your boyfriend, Dick Grayson along your neck, his nose nuzzled into you. 

You start to feel Dick move and hear the duvet shuffle as well as a groan that comes from his mouth that sounds suspiciously like a moan. He presses his hips into your back lightly and you feel his hard on, throbbing against your ass. His hand tightens around yours as his hips start to move lazily. Soft little moans spill from his throat as he keeps rolling into your back, sound asleep. You don’t really want him to stop because it’s really cute but you can tell he needs more and you’re already awake so might as well help the poor guy. 

“Dick…” you whisper, shaking his shoulder lightly, trying to wake him. 

“Hm?” He groaned, opening his eyes slowly. 

“You need some help there, bud?” 

“What… oh um…” he starts to go red as his eyes struggle to open and he avoids eye contact which earns a smile from you. 

“It’s ok, honey. Let me help.” 

“Hm, you’re too good to me…” He whispers as he cups your cheek with his hand and takes your lips into a soft and sensuous kiss, breathing against your face. Your hand travels to his waist, luring him toward you. You pull him, lightly, on top of you as you slip your tongue past his lips. He grants it entry with a low moan and earns a rolling of his hips. He’s rutting into your thigh now, you can feel his cock throbbing against your skin. The PJ shorts you are wearing have been pushed all the way up to your hips. 

“I have a fantastic idea…” he whispered into the crook of your neck. 

“Hm, and what would that be?” 

“You’ll see.” 

He started to shimmy his way down, pulling the duvet over his head, disappearing into the sea of sheets. You could feel him pull down your shorts and slip them off, discarding them somewhere under the covers. The anticipation is bubbling because you can’t see what he’s about to do. Your cunt is clenching around nothing, just waiting to see what he’s going to do. Or rather not see. 

You jump slightly when you feel a soft kiss on your inner thigh, a line of them being created, coming closer to your heat. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your thigh, taking a large inhale, taking in your smell before carefully placing a sweet kiss directly on your growth earning a light moan from you. 

“Please…” you whisper, unsure if he can even hear you. 

A hand presses against your thigh, pushing it open and massaging the flesh gently. You can feel his breath against your folds, laughing as he watches you clench around nothing before licking a long stripe right through the slick. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back as the unexpected sensation renders you speechless. He starts sucking on your growth which has gotten hard with all the anticipation, his head bobbing up and down ever so slightly which you can see through the settled blankets. 

A sudden lack of sensation has you worried and more so confused before Dick lifts the duvet over his head, revealing his dazed, still half asleep face, panting just a tad. 

“Phew, it was getting hot in there!” he remarked before diving right back in. 

Now being able to see his hair laying perfectly, just resting on your pelvic bone, has you moaning beyond belief. You reach your hand down and tangle your fingers into his hair, pushing him further down. He flattens his tongue, flush onto your clit, looking up at you with a smile and satisfaction. You whine at the sight, god, if only he knew what he did to you. You moan, gutturally, throwing your head back as he starts sucking again. 

With your head back you couldn’t see his hand move towards your hole and slip a digit in, curling it up. Your thighs close around his head briefly in response to the unexpected panging in your lower abdomen. He pumps in and out a couple of times before sliding his ring finger in, leaving them inside and curling them up repeatedly. The recurring sensation hitting your g-spot makes the heat boil over. 

“Fuck… Dick, I-I’m cumming…” you whisper, unable to speak any louder, panting from the stimulation. 

All he does is hum against your clit, sending vibrations through your entire body. That finally pushes you over the edge, squeezing around his fingers and thighs shaking around his head, keeping him in place. He continues to lick and lap at your drenched cunt through and after your high, becoming overstimulated. But oh, does it feel good. The moaning mess you’ve become, almost screaming and trying to bite down on your lip before Dick finally lets go. 

“You’re such a good boy for me, hm?” He says cockily, planting kisses on your thighs. All you can manage is small whimpers of his name and heavy pants, legs relaxed now but still shaking and being massaged by Dick. 

His hands start to wander under the hoodie you’ve been wearing, just to your waist, massaging the flesh. He comes back up to your face, placing a kiss onto your lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You can taste the cum on his tongue which makes you moan ever so slightly. He moans back when you grab the flesh on his ass and start to kneed it, pushing his hips into yours. You can feel his cock throbbing through the fabric of his boxers and onto your growth. God, it's intoxicating. 

“I need you inside me… please.” 

“I love it when you tell me exactly what you want, my prince because it’s my job to make it happen. What was it you wanted again?” oh he’s teasing. 

“Inside… Dick please”  

“As you wish.” (please get my princess bride reference it's one of my favourite movies) He slides his boxers off in one go, dick springing free. His cock is so pretty, glistening from all the precum in his soaked underwear. It jerked in anticipation before lightly drawing a line up your folds, spreading your slick over his tip. He places a hand on your hip before pushing in, so, so slowly, making sure you’re comfortable. You moan generously as his tip meets your cervix, sending a vigorous twang throughout your entire body. He starts to move inside you, dick throbbing at the silky warmth. A ring of white starts to form at the base of his cock as he slides mercilessly in and out of your hole. 

“That feel good, honey, hm? Me pounding into you like this? My handsome boy… you feel so good, so tight for me.” He mumbles into your ear, a warm breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. All you can muster out is a whimper, clawing at the skin on his back. “I love the sounds you make for me, honey. Fuck-” 

The thrusts of his hips start to become uneven and erratic. He’s close. His tip hitting your cervix with each movement, you start to feel a familiar heat boil in your abdomen. His persistent thrusts and mewling whines in your ear push you over the edge, cumming and clenching onto his cock. He keeps fucking into you through your high, thighs shaking against his skin. Your legs tied around his waist, pulling him in closer as he comes to his own high. The white rivers flowing into you, spilling into your canal. He whimpers into the fabric of your hoodie on your shoulder, jerking his hips every few seconds out of sensitivity. Your legs still around his torso you rub his back gently as he starts to recover. He places kisses on your neck while slowly pulling out, making sure you’re comfortable before collapsing on top of you like a weighted blanket and nuzzling into your chest. 

“Hm, you smell nice…” he whispers against the fabric of your sweater, hugging you tightly. 

“You’re such a flirt.” You say with a chuckle and run your fingers through his hair planting a kiss on the top of his head. 

“I just want to stay in your arms forever, my pretty boy. But alas, I must help you clean up, no?” He heaves himself off of you and hops off the bed, walking toward the bathroom, softening dick bouncing between his legs. 

He walks back out with a damp hand towel and a vigorous smile. Oh how he loves to clean you up. He climbs back onto the bed and spreads your legs. 

“Look at this beautiful mess, honey. You’re so heavenly.” he remarks making you blush. He dips his head down to kiss your inner thigh after wiping it with the cloth. He wipes up your core and all around until it’s free of any mess. He places another kiss on your pelvic bone. 

“Perfect…” Who knows if he means he’s finished or you’re perfect. Let’s go with the latter. 

He discards the small towel onto the floor before climbing up to where he was before, on top of you, laying into you and relaxing against your body, heaving a large sigh before promptly falling asleep again. It’s the weekend, let him sleep.

[maleyanderecafe]

Hi!! Hope you're having a wonderful day/night!!

I was going through your recommendation list and since I didn't see it, I'd like to recommend Reanimated heart vn to you!! It's my number one most beloved VN and it's extremely well written!! It's also partially voice acted and has a really cool character journal and inventory system!! And one of the LI Vincenzo is also a yandere!!

I feel like you may like it!!

Phew you were right this is a really well made game. It took me a bit to play it because despite it only really going over the prologue/first chapter (or from what I heard, half of it) there's a ton of content within it (that and while I was playing it, there was an update, so there's that as well.) Since there's not a guide currently and I'm kind of useless without a guide, I did my best to see as much of the content as possible. Vincenzo definitely shows signs of being a yandere (along with Black) though since this is just a prologue, not too much has gone on yet. This game has pretty extensive worldbuilding as well and can get pretty gory at times, thus the r18 rating. You can find more information @doubledeadstudio.

This game is pretty lengthy and you can actually pursue three love interests (Crux, Black and Vincenzo). Since Vincenzo is the main topic of this ask, I'll be focusing my time on him, though I'll still mention things from Black's route as well. The blog also mentions that Crux might be one as well, though at least currently in the game I don't really see too many signs of it, but I can theorize near the end.

The story starts out with Moss/Player (default name, though Moss sounds better so I'm going to just use Moss) trying to escape as the world devolves into violence and chaos, riots everywhere. While leaving, they are hit by a car, but instead of actually dying, they instead get isekaied to another world with a green sky and a giant tree in the center (like yggsdril) before being jumpscared by a guy with a lot of teeth looming over them. They are eventually caught by two guys after attempting to run away, Black, the one who jumpscared Moss and is now a zombie and Crux, the mage who brought him there. Crux explains whats going on to a confused Moss and Black. Basically, Crux and Black were friends in the original world. Black died from trying to save a girl from getting shot and the Crux from the original world had set up a spell in advanced to get him revived. However, Moss ended up interfering by accident, leading to the two of them being transferred to this world with no way out and for Black to essentially become a zombie. Crux as a mage is able to be aware of his other selves in other worlds, which is why he knows about all of this, though now that they're both stuck here, they have to find places to live. Crux sets up Black in a recently deceased person's house and Moss with a friend named Greta, whose mother had just recently died. Upon going to Greta's place, we learn a little big more about the world that they have transported to: magic is something that everyone has (which is given by the giant tree), there are magical creatures here, people who come here from other worlds are called outsiders and that apparently Moss does have some sort of powers (this is more implied though). We also learn about Greta herself, as she sells weed to pay for rent (which later can become Moss's part time job), she and her mother had a close relationship (thus the reason that she wanted someone to be in the house, as it was too lonely to bare without her) and that she's generally fairly somber in nature, though takes care of Moss fairly well by providing meals and other things. After setting up, Moss heads to sleep.

The next day, Black asks to meet up with Moss downtown and upon meeting up with him, we learn that Black seems to not really eat normal food anymore nor really sleep or have a heartbeat, though he seems to have a great craving for humans (as a zombie would) and decides that eating the guy who ran Moss over is a good idea. The two end up tracking the guy into an abandoned factory. However, upon getting there we find that someone else has already gotten to him first, and quite literally, as someone is already killing and ripping this man apart into flesh and other pieces. We are met by Vincenzo, the killer and Black ends up eating the remains of the person. After going back and sleeping, the next day Crux basically gets Moss to get a job and start pulling their weight by running deliveries for Greta. Crux ends up driving them to many places to run their deliveries and chatting about what happened the day before. With this we learn a couple of things about Vincenzo: that he's a well known serial killer that has a lot of copycats, that even when killed he is able to somehow revive and continue killing people and that there's a lot of people who fangirl/find him hot. After this you can choose the route that you'll be going for.

So we'll be going for Vincenzo's route first. Moss gets curious about the fact that Vincenzo can regenerate and thus goes back to the abandoned factory to check it out. However, before even getting there and reaching downtown, they are caught by Vincenzo and brought to the factory after passing out. Upon waking up, Moss is bound to a chair with Vincenzo lying his head on their lap. He seems to have taken an interest in Moss seeing that they seem to have basically materialized out of nowhere and pretty much claims them as his. He recounts how similar the two were, that he too was captured by a military general and bound into the dark for years, eventually falling in love and killing him. After questioning him and his intentions with Black (he best responds to obedient answers and betraying Black, it seems) and eventually Moss is forced to be his toy (or killed otherwise) through a ring created by magic that binds the two together.

After heading out and hanging out with Greta more (or going to your bedroom), you are brought by Crux the next day to join a volunteer/rebellion group where we meet Asha, a person we actually delivered to previously. Hana, the leader of the organization introduces everyone to the Evergreen Volunteer Organization where they house people who are homeless, help out in soup kitchen and pick litter off the streets. Crux and Black immediately start asking a bunch of questions including pointing out the lack of members in the group, and why they aren't doing more to actually oppose the government wrongdoings (mostly because people are terrified of Vincenzo which has killed off a lot of their members), which really makes Hana think until a lady named Brandi comes out to basically kick Hana while she's down even more before Hana ultimately kicks her out. After watching Crux and Black bicker, Moss goes to comfort Hana, though Hana agrees that the questioning did help her realize that she has backpedaled in what their organization originally stood for and how far they've fallen and how she's changed since first starting the organization. Upon going back, Moss can either pass out or talk to Vincenzo about what they had done for the day. We can then go and talk with the various characters and run deliveries for Greta. Talking to Vincenzo, we can learn about his mutations and his living quarters (the mutation seems to be caused by a "deal" made with a powerful abomination so that he can have powers but also so the abomination can sort of puppet his body around.

Upon returning back, Greta asks Moss to help her get rid of a Mutie problem, basically a type of pest that is common there and is currently wrecking havoc on her lawn. She asks moss to go to the market to get something that can get rid of the mutie, and sends Moss on their way after giving them some money. After going through a strange ritual to get there, Moss encounters one of the shopkeepers, Missy and buys some things, most importantly a comic book about muties. Upon leaving, Moss runs into Crux who seems to have also wanted the comic as well. Seeing as the information is accurate, Crux proposes a trade where he'll get rid of the mutie in exchange for the comic book. Upon returning to Greta's house, we learn that muties are sort of spirits that have some sort of unfinished business, and after Crux pulls out some magical garments to allow the mutie to pass on, Moss gives him the comic book. Afterwards, Vincenzo tells Moss to meet him downtown (and ignoring this leads to something weird crawling inside of them at night). Upon meeting up with Vincenzo for this date, bringing moss to a table with a naked women tied up and basically tells Moss that they can do anything with her. You can then decide to try to let her go, rape her or kill her (Vincenzo responds best to killing her in a vicious way, which is pretty much what I did immediately because of course I did). Whether you are able to save this lady, kill her or otherwise defile her, the date eventually ends. The next day, Moss returns to the volunteer organization after seeing an email pretty much going full attack and petitioning a new law that had just came out by getting signatures. As a result, Black and Moss go out to get signatures from various places eventually finding two bodies at a construction site. After this, Moss gets a choice of where to work at, either at the same bar as Black, as a magical apprentice with Crux or continuing delivering for Grete.

After that you have freetime to visit people and buy things. We learn from Vincenzo that the two bodies are in fact not his killings but rather killings from a copycat killer, that he dated Crux before and that he has the ability to leave this world if he wants to. The next day you are presented with the opportunity to go to the protesting that Hana has organized or to skip it and end up helping Black with something. Either way, the next day, Moss heads downtown after Vincenzo summons them again, this time however, appearing as a woman. And here you can tell her your preferences for either form. Vincenzo remarks that Black has been arrested (whether you know that or not is based on the previous choice) and that Vincenzo wants to get revenge on the person who tried to impersonate her killings. After tracking down this Irving Dunham, Vincenzo gets you to become a distraction to get him out and so they can kidnap him. Vincenzo kidnapped him basically to see if there was any potential in him, though after he admits to killing his family, he ends up dying/bleeding by her hands. In the end, Vincenzo gives basically an upgraded ring to help Moss in case something happens to them.

Black's route mostly goes around the sudden transformation of being a zombie and his sense of morality as well as Moss visiting him while he's getting a tattoo. I won't go as detailed into it since other than him being overprotective over Moss (mostly because he feels guilty that he was the reason that Moss came here in the first place), we don't see to much of the yandere side of him (and the ask is more on Vincenzo rather than Black, I just thought I'd also mention him since at least stated on the tumblr page, he might also qualify as a yandere).

So yeah, anyways, this game is really well made. With just the game system alone there's an inventory and journal section and I love the way the UI is done (since I'm a sucker for cool UI in games) as the entire UI system is more reminiscent of a scrapbook. The world itself is also very cool too, with it's green skies and magic, definitely portrays a certain mood along with its themes of injustice, society, punk/rebel type of culture and others. Seriously, this world is genuinely very interesting and a lot of thought and effort was put into it. The characters too are all pretty fun to interact with, Crux is sly at times but still pretty caring, Black is more direct but has a soft side, Vincenzo has a genuine creepy feeling to him to contrast with his more charming personality, Asha has a very chill vibe, while Greta is more somber (for some reason she kind of reminds me of Elliot Reed) and then my favorite girl Hana is not only cute but commanding. I think its really nice that despite the fact that we're introduced to so many characters that they are all unique in a way that I can remember. There's a ton of concepts that get explored as well, from morality to mortality, to religion, and societal issues. It is very wild to me that this game isn't more popular than it is currently.

Considering this is just the prologue/first chapter, we don't really know the extent to how Vincenzo will evolve as a character and as a yandere. We see already that he had tendencies given his previous partners and the guard that imprisoned him, killing him out of love and we see that he has a sense of possessiveness to him, especially when Moss is claimed by him. He seems to enjoy violence over everything considering that he is a serial killer and likes obedience overall, as well as worry when Moss isn't around which is why he equips them with the ring near the end. As a yandere, I can see him more as a violent type and one that when when he grows an attachment is the type to either kill them (out of an overwhelming love, as we see with the guard) or to possibly become his partner in crime (for lack of a better word). I do see him having an obsession with the player given that at least in this route, Moss is thrown into more dire situations where they can be violent or otherwise evil and we can kind of see that corruption already taking place as the game goes on, even in just the prologue. Technically speaking I guess it wouldn't be so much as a strictly male yandere, but rather a genderfluid one since Vincenzo can be a girl, but I mean, you do in the end get to choose so given the option I'll just consider it a "male" yandere. But yeah, I see Vincenzo as a combination of a lot of types, more manipulative to a certain degree, violent for sure, unpredictable and always testing the player. Having this kind of serial killer yandere that can't be killed as well as having to experience the gore of such things in the game is pretty terrifying. Aside from that he also kidnaps and stalks people (including the player).

Black on the other hand is more overprotective if anything and we can already see that in the game so far. In a lot of places, he's worried about the player and will often defend them in many places, case in point: meeting Vincenzo for the first time. Much of his route is his struggles with his new zombie form, having not only having to eat humans to sustain himself but also to prevent himself from attacking Moss, even asking them to chain him up in the room. He always seems a bit ashamed in a sense to eat humans in front of the player and is always wanting to help. In a sense, Black is very similar to a guard dog, though at the moment it seems mostly out of guilt for dragging Moss into the world rather than having any romantic feelings for them. I think if there are any endings in the future that are yanderelike, it would probably be due to an overprotective action such as killing one of Moss's friends that might be a danger to them.

Crux is a little harder to decipher, but we do see more of his tender side in his route. While he is sly and manipulative, often stalking, hacking and reading through other people (such as Black's) history, we also see that he is very protective over his family. Crux is the type of guy who seems very does whatever he wants and goes with the flow, though he's clearly harboring another secret given that he seems to recognize Moss, but won't admit to it. Hard to say though since while Crux does take an interest in Moss during his route and we do have the option to kiss him, I just don't know enough right now to know if he's a yandere. Kind of an interesting thing to see in the future though!

Overall, really well made game/demo. I really like the atmosphere and the level of polish this game has and the characters are all fantastic. It'll be cool to see how the love interest in this story develop and hopefully show more of their yandere side as it goes.

[raccoonsface]

“T-Tara?” Pt.2

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Words- About 750

Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh. Swearing, idk what else

Just to say some stuff, I lost my other emails’ password and that email was connected to my other account so I’m on this one now. Sorry for being gone for so long too!

Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.

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Part 1

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“Jeez the suns out early”

Tara has just woken up from her sleep, she was tired from all the running around yesterday.

She almost falls back asleep because of it but then she turns over and takes a look at her clock

“SHIT! ITS 10:30 AM IM LATE FOR SCHOOL”

She rushes to get all of her stuff packed so she can make it to school before lunch, which is at 11:30, so it shouldn’t be that hard… right?

“Okay I’m fucked… I can’t find my keys.”

Oh Well she’s fucked

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Tara’s POV

“I’m gonna fucking die”

I’m not gonna make it there in time, come on Tara run faster. Damn it’s hot out

Fuck I didn’t bring my inhaler, again?!What the fuck Tara, you’re gonna die on the side of the street. I’ve gotta sit down, yeah the sidewalk under this tree looks fine.

“Damn two days in a row”

Is this heaven? Ugh it’s too bright here.

“Hah, no this isn’t heaven Tara” oh it’s Y/n

“Well if it isn’t then what am I doing looking at a goddess” damn what’s going on right now

“Geez don’t you got the pick up lines when you’re literally gasping for air”

She’s funny, and really pretty

“Okay, Tara here you go” Her and that extra inhaler

I mean it definitely feels way better when I can breathe that’s for sure, but every time I look at her I loose my breath anyways so I don’t really see the point in it.

“You good Tara?” So kind

“Huh, oh yeah” me and my dumbass self

“Okay good… what are you doing running out here with a backpack on anyways?” Looking for a princess like you

“Oh- uhm I’m running late for school”

“Huh, I didn’t know there was school on Saturdays” shit of course it’s Saturday, that’s why my alarm didn’t go off.

“Oh… I forgot it was Saturday” oh my god you sound like an idiot Tara!

“Huh, well you need a ride to get home?” I think I’m gonna faint

“Uhm I mean if you’re willing to” Oh. My. God.

“I mean if you want me to” of course I do beautiful.

“Uh I mean yeah sure”

“Okay, yeah, alright uhm my cars over there”

“Right! Right, I gotta get up” oh my god she’s reaching out her hand towards me, oh I’m gonna die when I get home

“Thanks”

“Yeah, no problem” She seems kinda shy.. it’s probably nothing I’m over analyzing

“Damn this car seat is comfy” no like holy shit this is comfy

“Yeah, I know, they’re custom seats.” Of course they are

“Anyways where do you live?” Oh right!

“Oh uhm it’s uhh” me and my damn it stuttering

“You wanna go eat instead? I mean you must be hungry from all that running, and I don’t mean to-“ aww she’s so cute I can’t believe I survived without her before

“I’d love to go out with you- I mean yeah I’m down to go eat with you” what the hell Tara

“Huh, right, anyways where should we go?” Shit I don’t know

“Uhm, let’s go tooooooo…” I have no idea where to go eat

“How about we drive around and figure out where to eat..?” Phew!

“Yeah I think that’s probably the better idea” she’s really smart… she could be my wife..

OKAY NO Tara get yourself together. You cannot do this. But she’s so perfect.. maybe just maybe. I can’t even fight it anymore.. I need her. I need Y/n.

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Oh my god. A lot has happened in the past two months. The meaning behind this new account is between the warnings and the summary at the top.

Sorry for the short post! They’ll be way more sooner!

I have a three part series for Astrid Deetz, the last two parts will probably come out after the movie is released because I can’t really get much off of her character just from the trailer

Anyways hope you guys have had a nice day!

[quinacridonered]

Rings of Power Recap - Season 2, Episode 1

*crack content warning in effect* PROLOGUE

Sauron: Team Evil! Our former CEO will be pursuing other projects. 

Orcs: Do we get a vacation?

Sauron: As your new CEO, I am implementing a “die so I can enslave the world” program. 

Orc Daddy: I’ve been reading up on how to execute a coup d’etât, and we put together a little demo.

Melee: *ensues*

Orcs: *win*

Arda Environmental Advisory Board: Reporting elevated levels of Sauron in the Forodwaith water table.

PRESENT DAY

Rat: I’m thirsty.

Passing Cart Driver: I’m thirsty too.

Discorporeal Sauron: I’m thirsty three.

The World: Oh fuck, here we go.

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Re-Corporeal Sauron: Which way to the orcs?

Passing Unlicensed Psychotherapist: We normally go away from them.

Sauron: I’m a bit depressed.

Psychotherapist: Have you heard of the power of positive thinking?

Sauron: I am an evil demigod, and yet you scare me a little.

Psychotherapist: Come on this ship so I can scare you some more.

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Eldritch Marine Horror: I’m hangry.

Sauron: I am an evil demigod. 

Eldritch Marine Horror: Duly noted. I will eat something else.

Sauron: Can I interest you in a Passing Unlicensed Psychotherapist?

--

Sauron: I am thirsty again, but all I have is non-liquid stolen insignia.

Sudden Galadriel: I demand a spot on this raft.

Sauron: This is going to be a long incarnation.

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Elrond: Mr. Principal! Galadriel threw gum in class!

Galadriel: I beg your pardon! Sire, I unwittingly unleashed an evil demigod by harassing him with motivational speeches.

Elf Principal: Anything else?

Galadriel: We did invent these rings…

Elrond: Bad rings!

Elf Principal: Bit above your pay grade. Give me the rings.

Elrond: I wonder what happens if I jump a waterfall.

Elf Principal: I wonder if anyone can invent a sedative.

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Sauron: I love what you’ve done with the place.

Orc Daddy: Something about you seems familiar.

Sauron: Come fight elves for me. They’re working with Sauron. 

Orc Daddy: And you are?

Sauron: Not Sauron.

Orc Daddy: The next step in our multi-factor authentication requires seeing if you bleed red or not.

Waldreg: Turns out, red.

Orc Daddy: Now click on every square that shows a motorcycle.

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Homeless Wizard: I wish I knew the way. I wish I knew my name. 

Nori: Mmm, burned cockroach.

Homeless Wizard: I wish there was a McDonald’s.

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Elrond: Elf Elder, we made extremely sketchy rings that will surely bring our whole world to enslavement by the greatest evil since we defeated the previous greatest evil.

Elf Elder: I let nothing compromise my chill.

Elrond: I beg you to destroy these rings.

Elf Elder: If that’s what it takes to bring down your blood pressure, kiddo.

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Orc Daddy: I’ve decided you are not Sauron. If we were to wash you, you would be much prettier than him.

Sauron: I’ll go find him then.

Orc Daddy: Can you ride a horse after all the beatings?

Sauron: Compared to abdominal sepsis, this was practically a spa.

--

Elf Principal: I will open this meeting by singing.

Elvendom: This does not bode well.

Elf Principal: We have no choice but to off-shore all operations.

Elf Elder: Actually, we do.

Elrond: You said you would get rid of the rings!

Elf Elder: Well, they seemed kind of precious.

Arda Environmental Advisory Board: Tree disease in Lindon falling back to acceptable parameters.

Elvendom: Phew.

Galadriel: Hah!

Elf Principal: Back to work, everyone.

Elrond: This could have been an email.

--

Celebrimbor: God, I love having adequate funding.

Assistant: What’s your next project?

Celebrimbor: Given the budget for this furnace, it better be something good.

Sauron: Did someone say “Request For Proposals?”

Celebrimbor: I can't work with someone this averse to showers.

[deadhands69]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a gn reader with public nudity and exhibitionism please? In the fic, the reader dares Aizawa to take them on a walk through the city at night while he's completely naked. Using only his capture cloth, Aizawa would take the reader across the city without being caught. You can decide on the intimate acts between them. What do you think?

yes! i've been meaning to write something with Aizawa for a while. i ended up with a bit of extra time today so I'm excited to write this one! thanks for the request!

MDNI

Shota Aizawa x Reader

Contains everything mentioned in the ask, public sex, cum on face, and gn but afab implied

It always reminds you of high school, visiting Shota Aizawa. Probably because he lives on campus as a teacher in the space the two of you studied together. But times were different for you then. More restricted. That’s likely why many of your nights end up spent playing silly games the both of you missed out on.

“Truth or dare,” he stares at you over the table of his apartment.

“Truth,” you answer. He bites his bottom lip staring off in the distance while he tries to think of a suitable question for you.

Between teaching and the hero work you accompanied him on earlier in the day, he looks exhausted. You’re honestly surprised he even agreed to play. But, it is Christmas Eve after all so maybe he's feeling more festive than usual. 

“What’s your biggest fantasy?”

Not too weird of a question considering that you’d been hooking up after missions for a few months now. New though, he’s never asked you anything like this before.

“Exhibitionism,” you blurt out before realizing what you’ve said, “like public things could be fun,” you add in a slight mumble.

This doesn’t get much of a reaction from him initially, which makes you feel a little self conscious.

“Noted,” his lips tipping into a slight smirk, phew.

“Your turn now, truth or dare?”

Looking you dead in the eyes, “dare.”

Here’s the chance, you can continue the game as it’s been for the past half hour: relatively mild. Or, you can spice it up a bit. I mean, he did smile.

“I dare you…to go for a walk with me,” your voice wavers slightly, “naked.”

“What are the metrics?”

“What?”

“You need quantifiable details here,” he explains, making you suddenly remember he’s a teacher, “Where are we going?”

“Uhm, across town - to the big tree with lights on it at the town square.”

“Okay,” he stands to leave, “let’s go.”

Wait, what?

He’s already stripped to his underwear by the time you stand up. 

This is really happening.

Holy shit.

“I’m not leaving without this though,” he gestures towards the cloth around his neck, “not at night.”

“Fair. Yeah,” you respond, still absolutely amazed he agreed at all.

The winter air chills your skin slightly, but not nearly as much as expected. You’re not sure if it’s the unseasonably warm year or the rush you’ve felt since walking out the door, but it’s not bad. 

For a moment, you worried his teaching job would be at stake if he gets caught naked on campus but he assured you most (not all) of his students are visiting family and he knows where the cameras are to avoid them. You follow him on the zig-zagged roundabout way he plots until you’ve slipped through a small hole in the fence and you’re off campus.

The streets are relatively empty. A few people here and there you’ve had to hide from, but no one who wasn’t too distracted getting to their destination to notice. You’re not worried about running into heroes either, between the two of you - you know the patrol schedule and routes.

The houses and apartments you walk past are full of life. A warm glow emanates from every window, families lovingly spending the holiday together.

It makes what you’re doing right now feel even more salacious.

An older woman glances out the window, double-taking when she sees the gorgeous nude man by your side. It gives you an unexpected rush - she’s obviously checking him out but you’re the one he’s spending the evening with. You get to touch what everyone else can only look at.

“Truth or dare,” he asks after you’ve been walking for twenty minutes.

“Dare.”

“Decisive, hmmm.” He glances down a dimly-lit alleyway before pulling you into it. “Is this what you were thinking? Or do we need to go closer to that tree you wanted to see?”

On the other side of the block, you see a few people milling about. You remember it’s a popular shopping street so, the evening before Christmas there would still be a few people out. The prospect of him fucking you here, now sends a rush through your body.

“No, this is great,” you gulp, more out of excitement than nervousness.

Before you know it, he’s rubbing against your clothed thigh. In your own enjoyment, you failed to notice just how hard he’d gotten on the walk over. Knowing he’s into it too makes you even more turned on.

Pulling your pants down, he pushes you into the side of a dumpster for leverage and a better view of the busy street. 

No need for foreplay when the past half hour has done more for you than any touch could. He slides into you easily, the stretch making you cum almost instantly after all the build-up. You reach back to pull his hips into you more roughly. The thought of him having to walk home covered in your orgasm makes it all even more hot. 

The people on the sidewalk in the distance have no idea what’s happening just fifty feet from them. 

You swallow your moans, a few slipping out here and there when he thrusts into you harder. His capture cloth now wrapped around you, yanking you back into him. After a few times, you notice he juts deeper into you with each passing person, he’s doing it on purpose. The thought fills you with arousal and for the second time tonight, you find yourself clutching the edge of the dumpster and biting your lip to hold back as much as you can while you feel his thighs growing more slick against you. 

The carbon fibers release you as he spins you around and presses your shoulder down to kneel on the ground in front of him. You know what’s coming. A front row seat to your favorite show.

His dick shines in front of your face as his own arousal begins gushing out. Splatters make their way to your face, his grip grows harder while he tries (and fails) to keep his grunts in. Looks like you’ll be walking home covered in him as well. With a massive exhale, he falls forward - using your shoulder to hold himself up.

Some time passes before he’s able to catch his breath. “Truth or dare?” he asks one last time.

“Truth,” you breathe up at him, still fucked out and glowing.

Truth? He thinks about it. This has honestly been one of the best nights of his life and he’d love to do it again. If this is what you’re into on a quick first thought, he’d love to explore more of your interests.

“Would you say yes if I asked you out?” he asks.

You never did make it to the tree.

[whitejays-galaxy]

Ahsoka redesign for my cat au

Concept art(Rebels timeline)

Finally some Ahsoka content on my blog *phew*

She's my fave SW character but I feel like I don't draw her much these days lol

I gave her a redesign because I found some issues in her old one

If I had kept the Lekku hanging down her shoulders, it would be in the way of her paws if she sprints(that does not make sense since Togrutas are skilled hunters and live in thick forest territory where there are many obstacles such as trees and brambles)

So in my AU, the Togruta cats' Lekku evolved into their front paws, making them sensitive to touch(they can feel the slightest vibrations from the ground like snakes do)

Her old design is no longer canon in my Warriorcats AU

See you guys in weeks with Shaak Ti's design and Aayla's(redesign)

More of my Au

[whenmemorydies]

Ancestors and The Bear

Phew, the discourse in season 3 of The Bear on legacy was STUNNING to me. This post by @gingergofastboatsmojito and episodes 3x01 Tomorrow and 3x07 Legacy have been sitting on my heart since I finished my binge of the show. Some thoughts under the cut. (I say "some" but this is another long ass post, soz).

If seasons 1 and 2 of The Bear went into the impact of our birth families on each of us, season 3 shifted pretty squarely to talking about the impact of our professional mentors on our lives. I've described those mentors as culinary ancestors, which as a concept I get into below. I loved this aspect of this season and the show generally. It is so rich and I feel like I'm only going to scratch the surface of it here. Keen to hear others' thoughts on this too.

Legacy and Ancestry

In 3x07 Legacy, Carmy talks to Marcus about the idea of legacy in the context of chefs he had worked with - how those chefs had talked to him about how their work would carry on through iterations and generations of subsequent chefs and restaurants that came after them. I'll include both a transcript and screenshots of this conversation below:

Carmy: Like, um, something would start somewhere, and then, uh, people would take that thing and then they would take it somewhere else. So, all these parts of an original restaurant, they would end up at a new restaurant and that kind of thing. That would happen over and over again. And then all these parts of all these restaurants, they would sort of-- You know, they would find each other. And then new people would take those parts and they would put 'em into their restaurant. And the whole thing, it would, um-- It would start to happen all over again.

Marcus: So, like a family tree or something?

Carmy: [looks to Syd who has her back to him, closing her locker] Yeah. Yeah, exactly.

Most folks understand ancestry to refer to our family or genetic lineage. When I was in university, I learned about intellectual ancestors or genealogy: where one can trace your intellectual lineage - the thinkers and creators that have shaped your understanding of the world and/or your chosen profession. I think its useful to take this concept and apply it to The Bear to help understand what the show is saying about legacy. I wouldn't limit the concept to "intellectual" ancestry though. It might be more helpful to talk about culinary ancestors in this context because the process of creating food - crafting dishes - isn't solely an intellectual exercise. It engages our intellect yes, but also each of our senses, our memories (recall that chocolate banana from 2x10 The Bear), and the need to nurture and be nurtured.

Culinary Ancestors

Carmy's culinary ancestors are varied given his work history. We know he's cooked under some of the best chefs in the culinary world of The Bear, including: Daniel Boulud (of Daniel), René Redzepi (of NOMA), Thomas Keller (of The French Laundry), David Field (a sociopathic Joel McHale, of Eleven Madison Park), and Andrea Terry (a sublime Olivia Colman, of Ever). I'd also include here Mikey, Donna and Natalie Berzatto. I'd include cousins Richie Jeremovich and Michelle Berzatto as well. These are the home and line cooks Carm grew up with, watched in his mother's kitchen and at The Beef. He took his lessons - the good and the bad, learnt voluntarily and involuntarily - from all of these people, incorporated them into his working self and transmuted them into his food.

In particular, I've talked here about Chef Terry and the valuable lesson of "every second counts" that she carried with her as she mentored waves of chefs through her restaurant, Ever. That post also talks about the parallels between Terry and Syd (which were even more evident in season 3), the latter of whom I'd argue is also one of Carmy's culinary ancestors ("you make me better at this").

I wish we had more information about Sydney and her influences. We know that prior to The Beef, she worked at restaurants Smoque BBQ, Alinea and Avec. We meet at least one of her mentors, Chicago restauranteur Donnie Madia in 2x03 Sundae and 2x10 The Bear, as well as Nayia at the fictional Verdana French Bistro (which ends up closing by 2x09 Omelette). They each offer up small insights into Sydney: that her food is amazing and that she is always "trying to be the best." Carmy is also undoubtedly one of Sydney's culinary ancestors, as infuriating and withholding as he can be. I'm also certain that Sydney's parents and the cultural history/ies that she's inherited through them are part of her culinary lineage as well. I really, really hope that we get much more insight into this side of her next season.

Respect, mentorship and lineage

One of the things that first drew me to The Bear was the respect that the show gave its characters of colour. In particular, the opportunity and support given to people of colour from a working class operation like The Beef to continue into the fine dining world of The Bear. I've spoken a bit about this here.

I haven't seen a dynamic on television before, where folks from the backgrounds like the POC characters in The Bear are from, are backed in the way they are on the show. Where there are mentors who will invest in them to train them up, and who will take those folks with them as they move into more elite and skilled spaces. Hell, I have barely seen this happen in the roughly two decades that I've been in wage-earning employment myself. Lets be clear, capitalism does not incentivise this kind of shit. Its why certain industries, including the world of fine dining, remain largely if not completely exclusive, demarcated by gender, race and class.

Yes this season was fucked in terms of which characters were getting prioritised for screen time over key Black characters like Sydney and Marcus (the Faks can genuinely go fuck). The lack of care given to Marcus, in particular, whose mother's passing was treated almost perfunctorily in comparison to a wholly unnecessary conversation amongst the entire crew about Cl@ire in 3x02 Next (quoting Richie: "who cares?!"), was also fucked. I would have preferred to have spent more time with Syd, Marcus, Tina, Ebraheim, Sweeps, Manny and Angel than listening to Neil, Ted and fucking Sammy (?!) Fak blather their way through precious minutes during this show.

But even with the above, The Bear regularly manages to floor me with beautiful moments of mentorship, leadership and love featuring characters of colour on the show. This is particularly the case in the relationships between culinary ancestors Carm and Sydney with "descendants" Marcus and Tina.

Birth of the The Bear lineage

Recall 1x08 Braciole where Sydney tells Marcus that after she finished culinary school, she spent all her money eating her way through New York. She says that she had the best meal she's ever eaten while she was there. With Marcus' gentle prodding, we find out that the person who created that meal, was Carmy.

Its not until the first episode of season 3 when we see how this actually played out, for both Carmy and Syd. I won't rehash the details of this scene because it is truly beautiful filmmaking to behold. Please if you haven't already, go watch 3x01 in its entirety. Have tissues nearby.

I will say, that in the best meal Syd ever had, Carmy literally served up his heart and lifeblood (check the cut of the fish, the crimson of the blood orange decoction).

That meal - that seed of inspiration from Carmy - birthed something in Sydney, something that would push her to find Carmy much later, working at his brother's sandwich shop.

Together these two incredibly talented chefs started their own lineage, taking what they knew and investing it into The Beef and eventually, The Bear:

And then, the next generation of collaboration and inspiration emerges:

This is why the visuals in 3x01 Tomorrow, with Syd sitting in quiet contemplation of Carm's dish, are so poignant. From 1x01 System, Carm and Syd have been growing their branch of their shared culinary family tree, nurturing it alongside those of their respective ancestors:

In 3x01 Tomorrow, we see that tree literally emerging from the moment Sydney meets Carm, on a plate.

It all starts when Sydney leaves culinary school and decides to make the most of her time in New York, eating at every place she could think of including, at Eleven Madison Park. And when Carmen, after losing Mikey, decides to make a few seconds count, taking ownership of a dish that he knows is going to be stolen from him and bastardized otherwise. The rest is history, or legacy.

Author's note:

I just wanted to draw attention to the fact that this show is also an exercise of mentorship and collaboration: Ayo Edebiri directing 3x06 Napkins under the guidance of Calo and Storer. Ramy Youssef directing 2x04 Honeydew under the guidance of Storer who had previously directed him on and produced Ramy. The fucking force of nature that is veteran Liza Colón Zayas being directed by Ayo. Jeremy describing the filming of 2x06 Fishes as akin to watching masters at work. Of course any television production is a collaborative effort and there are countless names I'm not familiar with who have put their precious time and energy into making this beautiful thing. I just thought it worth mentioning that at times, this show glimmers with truths, and I think thats because, in some way, they're in the marrow of the thing.