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joelsbloodyhands · 2 months ago

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HISTORY, HUH?

Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader (small teaser)

DESCRIPTION: When you get injured by a bounty, Din takes you to Mos Espa to get help from an old comrade. AKA; Din gets jealous when he finds out you and Boba have history.

WARNINGS: Discussions of injuries involving blood, descriptions of jealous behaviour, references to smut 🔞 but not explicitly written, references to gun use (ahem blaster use!), mentions thoughts of torture (just readers imagination), kissing, mentions of panic underwater, Din being clingy af, established relationship with Din, past history with Boba, a sprinkle of angst, unrequited love.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 🚀✨ cover photos from Pinterest

READER does not have a specified gender, they/them pronouns used. Reader is in an established romantic relationship with Din. Reader has parent relationship with Grogu (no gendered title used). Reader does not have a visible disability and has hair long enough to be pulled over their shoulder.

“I know this one,” Boba speaks, his eyes on your unconscious body, focused intently on your pained expression in a deep slumber. Din lifts his gaze, analysing the fellow bounty hunter uneasily. Din’s gloved hand rests instinctively on top of yours, laid flat against your stomach, his eyes darkening behind his helmet, unable to read his comrades face behind his own green weathered mask.

“In what regard?” Din speaks, his own tone scaring him.

Boba’s shoulders relax with a sigh as he looks you over again, “Little troublemaker,” Din hears a hint of playfulness in his words, a hidden note of admiration.

“We’ve crossed paths before. Can’t say I’m surprised to see them in such a predicament,” Boba gestures to your mangled shin and bruised shoulder. “How did this happen?” He asks and Din’s taken aback slightly by his sharp, disapproving tone.

“My bounty. Chased him down an alley, tried to corner him but he had allies. We were cornered and well…they…,” he runs a thumb over the back of your hand, his tone holding a hint of regret, “Well, they stopped him but-“

“Not without injury,” Boba responds, his voice a pitch lower, Din’s head turning once again, apprehending his friend’s sudden anger. Though was Boba’s anger directed towards the bounty or Din himself for putting you in harms way? He couldn’t tell.

“We should get them into the bacta tank immediately,” he lifts his head then, meeting Din’s piercing gaze. Though neither of them could see the others expression, Boba still cocks his head at the mandalorian, a wry smile playing on his lips. “You can trust me, my friend. I have no quarrel with your companion.”

Din hesitates, looking to the end of the room at the large metal windowed casket. “I’d feel more at ease if you explained your history,” he speaks, his head turning back to Boba who adjusts the blaster in his hand almost uncomfortably.

“Not my business to tell. I’d sooner face your wrath than theirs,” he nods to your face again, soft pained murmurs leaving your mouth now. Din squeezes your shoulder very gently, Boba watching him murmur sweet assurances in your ear, his cheeks warming underneath his helmet.

There’s no saying how long the two men stood hovering over your body silently, almost both deliberating how to move you to the bacta tank. Or more so not “how” but “who” would actually carry you there. Din found his hands slipping under your thighs and back, hoisting you against his chest gently, your head falling against the cold metal of his chest piece. You mumbled as he carried you over to the middle of the room. It took a moment for heavy footsteps to follow behind him, a gloved hand tapping buttons to open the glass chamber. Din laid you down into it while Boba watched him, analysing his movements with intrigue.

"If you can hear me, cya'rika," Din softly speaks causing Boba's fingers to stiffen above the control panel, "you are safe. This device should help the healing process. I will be close by. Do not fear. We are with trusted friends.” Din lifts his head almost seeking confirmation for the latter from Boba who nods once firmly. Din takes your hands in his as soft breaths leave your pained lips, he places your hands so that they are overlapping on your chest and then mindlessly taking the breathing mask Boba was holding out to him, placing it over your mouth and nose securely. Din forces himself to pull back from his protective hold against your hands, allowing the capsule to encase your body, filling quickly with the fluid as Boba's configures from the panel.

"How long does it take?" Din asks, his voice weak and rough, his eyes watering at the sight of your body so close yet feeling so far from him.

"Depends upon the injury," Boba starts, his eyes darting between the two of you; the Mandalorian he had come to known as a trusted ally and the trusted ally he had come to know for far more in his heart. "For this injury, perhaps an hour or less. Until then, we can wait in the throne room."

"I will not leave their side," the Mandalorian's words come out thick and unable to be coerced otherwise.

Boba sighs, his eyes back on your injury, the flesh of your ligament already re-growing, "they would not wish for you to stand by and wait. They'll be angry upon awakening if I know anything about their attitude towards injury in battle. There will be an air of shame-"

"It is not THEIR fault," Din argues, feeling an overwhelming sense of grief for allowing this to happen.

"I am not placing blame on anyone," Boba asserts, his voice lowering an octave to indicate to his old comrade that he means no threat. "But as I mentioned before, the...troublemaker and I have history. I know this. They would want you to take care of yourself while the opportunity allows it so that they can heal and awaken when the time is right."

Din shakes his head, his fists clenching, his visor focused solely on you and you alone.

He knows Boba is right.

You never did fare well when you got injured during a bounty hunt. You were self-deprecating, kicking yourself that you could have done better. It took the soft side of Din to convince you that you were good enough to fight alongside him. HIM who you called the best of the best, "a true warrior that I could only long to compare to. The fight is your religion. Your creed has taught you well." With all the sweet words of praise you've whispered to Din both in casual passing and intimately in the dark confines of your shared bunk, Din can only try to offer you the same but where he may excel in battle, he lacks in performance of admiration.

One which he vows to improve upon when you awaken.

"Fine," Din responds just when Boba's defeated steps move towards the large entryway.

"We will wait."

Some time later...

"Din..." you had started, grasping for your second blaster at your thigh. "There's another one-"

You are awaken abruptly with a jolt at the blaring sound of blaster fire colliding in your head. Your eyes widen, stinging and only allowing a fog of vision when you thrash suddenly, your hands thrusting forward, palms hitting a wall that you shove at mindlessly.

You're in water.

Or at least some sort of fluid.

Your movements are slowed. Your eyes blinking uncomfortably. There's some sort of mask over the lower half of your face, allowing air bubbles to escape above you.

You try to calm, your heart beating unsteadily.

One minute you were being shot at, the next you were here.

Where the kriff was Din? Grogu?

You moan out loud, trying to make some noise, your palms attempting to hit the wall blocking you from escaping.

Did they get hurt? Did Grogu get taken? Or were you captured and now laying in some sort of torture device awaiting your inevitable demise? What if Grogu was being dissected and Din was being beaten to death in the next room?

Fuck no. Calm. Calm down.

You close your eyes. Allowing your arms to drop slowly in the surrounding liquid.

Jumping to conclusion. Panicking solves nothing. I think better when I'm relaxed, you tell yourself, slowly but surely letting your fingers graze the surrounding hard bubble finding sharp edges beside your body.

There has to be a way out from the inside, you think.

Just when the panic returns, thoughts of Din hanging unconscious nearby or your sweet son laying on a ice cold table, your finger slips on something square and hard, causing a red light to blare in the liquid and a sudden suction sound to drag all the fluid down from your body. Your hands move quickly then, yanking at the mask over your mouth, the wall that you now realise was a windowed case, slides open. You cough, your hands going instinctively to your abdomen and leg, fingers smoothing over your skin exposed by the gaping rips in your clothing where the shots burnt through.

Healed.

Your eyes widen. Not a single mark of evidence that you were even shot to shit to begin with. Your neck snaps up, your eyes blinking away the remaining fluid taking in the room.

Wait...I know this place. Don't I? That banner.

Two banners hang from the stone ceiling above a large arched entry baring an embroidered signet you're all too familiar with.

"Well fuck," you say out loud, a grin plastering your lips.

You swing your legs off the side of the strange coffin-like device, your eyes overlooking it with a quirked brow. You slip off the side, wobbling slightly on numb legs, pins and needles in your feet as you wiggle your toes to rid of the discomfort.

Your legs carry you drunkenly from the room and under the large moss green banners, allowing one last grin to grace your features. You're not taking any notice of the water staining the stone floor with puddles as you pass through familiar rooms, carrying your fatigued body past a simple throne. You roll your eyes at it momentarily, a smirk on your lips when you stop at the sight in front of you.

Two visors snap to attention in your direction, standing in alarm at your unexpected presence.

“Huh,” you say with intrigue, overlooking the two men opposite each other at a table.

Grogu in the middle stuffing his face with soup, making a squeal of happiness when he sees you.

“This is a sight I never thought I’d see,” you murmur loud enough for them to hear, approaching the table while they both round it, Din more hurriedly than the green armoured man hovering near his abandoned chair.

Your full attention taken by the green bean making grabby hands your way, your smile gracing your features as Din manoeuvres your wet hair from your cheek and tucks it behind your ear.

“Are you well?” He speaks, gaze flashing to Boba whose busy looking over your exposed leg and stomach.

“I am, hey baby,” you soothe when approaching your small son, lifting Grogu from his high chair and bouncing him on your side when he takes your face into his hands, babbling a mix of mando’a and nonsense.

“Yes I’m okay, bean. I feel a lot better now. Please don’t worry,” your head lifts but it’s not Din who catches your attention, it’s the other armoured man, stood to your left, his wandering gaze lifting to your own.

“Boba,” you nod and he does the same back.

“Star-shine,” he speaks back and you don’t miss the way Din’s body turns rigid at the pet name.

You scoff, stifling a chuckle, “can’t remember the last time you called me that.”

Din’s hand slips to your side, gently tugging you further into him, his beskar cold to the touch against your wet skin.

You look up at him in surprise.

Din rarely instigated affection in the presence of others. It was then you realise he hadn’t turned his head from Boba, staring him down through his visor.

You’re distracted by what seems to be the growing tension between both men until you feel softness sliding over your bare shoulders, hands gently tugging the material around your body.

You smile.

“Fennec,” your body turns to meet a familiar grin, hands sliding around your wet hair to pull it over the blanket.

“You caused quite the worry,” she notes with amusement, her eyes glancing between the two warriors and back to you with raised brows.

Your cheeks burn when you realise neither helmet has turned back to you. Though unable to see their expressions, you had a feeling you didn’t need to.

“Din?” You try and sure enough the visor tilts back to you immediately, his stiff body relaxing and moulding into yours again. His fingers clutch your side.

“Mesh’la?” You look down uncomfortably at your wet clothes but before Din can respond, his shoulders lifting in realisation of what you’re asking, another voice cuts in.

“The trunk in your chambers houses some of your wares,” you mentally groan, watching Din’s body stiffen again.

Boba continues without a beat, “I’ll escort you.”

Fennec hides a smile when Din incapacitates.

“We’ll manage,” his hand taking yours possessively and wandering off towards a hallway just behind.

Fennec calls after, “on the right,” watching you both disappear and watching you get dragged into the room with a bewildered expression at the steel back in front of you.

She turns and looks back at the green helmet, dropping his visor from your direction back to her raised brows, “really?”

"It's been awhile," you say without a beat, tugging the long leather jacket over your figure, a shiver running up you while you stand outside in front of the palace.

“I didn’t think you would return,” the aged modulator responds.

Boba turns from his stance in the middle of the path up to the palace gate, his visor focusing in on you.

You allow a small smile to grace your lips as you walk to his side, watching the people of Mos Espa go about their daily markets.

“Not of my own choice anyway,” you tease and smile to yourself when the older man falls silent, his visor back on the market stalls.

Din had gone to fetch the Crest. You had offered to walk the short distance to it just on the outskirts of the town but your still uneasy figure had Din retaliating immediately and with a pressured look at Fennec who stood near the entryway to your room smiling curiously, he ordered her to watch over you while he went to retrieve the ship.

That was only a few minutes ago.

You left Fennec to babysit Grogu much to her narrowed gaze at the small child and her initial refusal. You had stifled an amused laugh when you left them to retrieve some fresh clothes and found her walking him around the palace rooms showing him artefacts from travels and battles. It gave you the opportunity to slip away to get some air. Grateful to have a moments peace since being encased in that tomb you now learned was a bacta tank.

“Thank you, by the way,” you spoke up, noticing the way Boba’s shoulders relaxed slightly under his rigid armor. “You didn’t have to help but you did. I’m grateful and in your debt if you ever need anything.”

“I think we’re past owing each other debts whenever one of us saves the others life. Would you not agree, star-shine?”

You smile slips only momentarily, “you’re angry at me?”

“No,” it comes out rushed and slightly raised. Boba falls silent a moment and you know he’s deliberating the delivery of his words before speaking them aloud. As was his nature as ruler of Mos Espa.

“Star-shine,” Boba spoke and you couldn’t mistake the way it shook slightly.

You turned looking to him.

“I know you are a wanderer. Content with roaming the planets to your own leisure but please do not forget that you have a home here in Mos Espa. In our home.”

He punctured the word “our” and you swear you saw the way his helmet tipped to the silver one you were now well aware of looming behind you silently.

Boba clears his throat, “at least, remember to visit when you have some time. I know Fennec would be grateful to see you. She’s very fond of you.”

You smile.

You understand what he means.

This isn’t about Fennec.

“I’ve missed you too, Boba,” you smile and you watch as his visor turns to the bustling market nearby like before, “and again thank you for answering Din’s distress call.” You turn your head, meeting the silver visor now looking down at you, a gloved hand seeking yours, “and allowing me use of your bacta tank. I know how important that device is for you. You look well.”

Boba turns back then and you notice the way his previously hunched shoulders relax slightly at your informality of which he wasn’t sure he could share with you.

“And you?” Boba inquires, his visor dancing between you and Din. “You are well?”

You are happy and safe with this Mandalorian companion you seek refuge with?

You nod, a peaceful expression on your face as your fingers intertwine with the gloved one tightening in your grip.

“You have history,” Din mentions, trying to seem nonchalant about prying for the information he so desperately needs to know.

You were both back in hyperspace now. The reunion pleasant but short-lived. You felt a small ache in your chest, missing the familiarity of the planet you were speeding away from but there was a relief too being back on the Crest.

“Somewhat,” you respond with a shrug, rocking Grogu to sleep in your arms, his small green hand clutching your shirt.

“He wouldn’t tell me how you knew each other,” Din added, pressing buttons to get the ship into auto pilot.

You smile, “probably didn’t want to upset you.”

Din turns in his chair then, swiftly, his boots stopping the full turn harshly against the floor of the ship as he meets your gaze.

“Did he hurt you?”

You laugh in response causing his cheeks to redden.

“More like the other way around,” you grin.

“Oh, what did he do?” Din asks and you clock the obvious innocent tone he’s implying, knowing full well he’s desperate for information.

You humor him. “Ner kar’ta,” you begin making Din’s heart race at his language gracing your lips, “it’s endearing how much you trust that I wouldn’t harm someone without reason. You truly think me so innocent?”

Din sways slightly in his chair, distracted by your beauty, his lips tugging up mirroring the smirk on your lips.

“To ease you, it was at the start of our relationship. It was how we met.”

You let off there. Not speaking another word, waiting for Din to press you further.

“Tell me,” his words reach your ears, oh so quiet and sweet.

You fight a smile.

“If you must know, I shot him.”

You giggle and Din sits forward with immediate interest.

“Why?” he asks.

You elaborate.

“At the time, I was seeking passage on a supply ship. One of which Boba and his allies choose to infiltrate. Of course he thought me a threat and of course I thought him a common pirate so we had a stand off which resulted in me shooting him point blank in the abdomen. Fennec appeared then. It seemed she saw right through me and stepped between us. She explained that the real pirates were these people that I was travelling with and I agreed to assist them for a price. Enough money for off planet travel to Naboo. She agreed, on Boba’s behalf and much to his rejection might I add. It seems Fennec took a liking to me.”

“A rare thing,” Din adds and you nod.

“So we took control of the ship. It was rather simple. They already trusted me of course. We landed it in Mos Espa and I assisted Fennec with getting Boba to aid. I housed with them for some time. Safe to say we didn’t like each other to start but with time, a sort of friendship happened.”

“And more?” Din asks quietly.

“Are you jealous, Din Djarin?” You ask, causing him to evade your intense gaze, head turning from you.

“I don’t mind if you are. I rather like jealousy on you, ner riduur.”

Din’s head flashes back to you.

It’s the first time you’ve used that term and one Din has yearned for quite some time since you started travelling and establishing a relationship, parenting Grogu between you.

“I just…I know it isn’t my business,” Din sighs, “but I just need to know if-“

“We only kissed, my love. That’s all,” you smile reassuringly.

Din doesn’t like any mention of the fellow Bounty Hunter touching you but his body does relax at the thought of the two of you progressing no further than a brief kiss. Though, the way Boba looked upon you and spoke to you betrayed any thoughts that whatever the older man saw of you was anything far from platonic.

“He confessed his feelings for me,” you add, grinning at the look of surprise you know would be plastered on Din’s face.

“I know I was shocked too.”

Din’s cheeks blaze, he’s always taken aback when you can tell how he’s reacting under his helmet.

Your smile slips, “I felt bad though.”

Din remains silent, knowing there is more to this story that you need to get off your chest.

“I’ve never seen him that vulnerable before. He’s usually so stoic. It wasn’t like I must confess, I have developed feelings for you. You know how he can be all formal and shit, yeah well, nothing like that. He was genuinely all like, shit, I think I’m falling for you. I don’t fucking know why.”

Din shakes his head in shock at what you’re saying. None of it sounds like the bounty hunter he fought alongside at all.

You shuffle uncomfortably, trying not to rouse your sleeping child, “There was a lot of cursing, believe it or not. A lot of pacing, his face was as red as the surface of Dathomir. You had to be there. I told Fennec. She didn’t believe me for a second then apparently he started venting to her in the middle of the throne room while they were waiting on a contact to show up because I was leaving the next morning.”

Din speaks the words that have been eating away at his brain while you’ve been recounting the story to him.

“Did you share his affections?” His voice betrays him, trembling at the last syllable.

“I don’t think so?” Your brows furrow, shaking your head in exasperation, “Did my heart flutter a bit when I would watch him in a fight? Yeah it did. I quite like how stern he can be. Makes me think how different he might be intimately but I don’t know, it just seemed more like curiosity than anything else. I still didn’t feel a want to remain in Mos Espa. I wanted to explore, see the universe. With or without him…it didn’t really matter to me.”

“Do you feel that way about me?” Din eagerly responds.

“No,” your answer is immediate, your eyes fixated determinedly on Din’s visor.

He’s silent when you explain.

“When we met, it was more than finding you hot when you beat the shit out of a bounty or curious about how sexy you looked under that helmet.”

Din’s fingers twitch, adjusting his seating position when his lower half feels like it’s tightening against his armor.

“it wasn’t curiosity. It was genuine desire. That’s the difference. It was the desire to wake up to you every day, regardless of what mood you might’ve been in. I craved your praise whenever you would tell me I did a good job watching over Grogu or when you were teaching me how to shoot. My heart still goes crazy whenever you’re even an inch behind me and I can sense your looming figure above me.”

Din’s heart pounds at your words.

“I am so in love with you, Din.”

Your eyes soften with your words.

Your lips plush as the confession he’s already aware of graces your lips once again. Spoken even more beautifully than the first time you had admitted to him, that the time you had spent together meant far more to you than business.

You wanted pleasure too.

You wanted it from him and in every way that he would give it.

And he’d give you anything you asked.

Din stands, his body gravitating to you, taking a knee before your chair.

You drop your head back, closing your eyes and inhaling sharply when you feel the cool metal touch your forehead delicately.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

You can’t fight back the smile twitching at your lips.

“I desire a life with you, Din,” his heart clenches at your words, his fingers brushing your lower back lovingly.

“And our son and whatever other foundlings you would want with me,” you smile shyly at him and he shakes his head with a chuckle.

“Mesh’la…I know you’re not teasing when you say that and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a desire of mine as well,” your eyes sparkle up at him, surprised by this new information. “But what about seeing the universe? Travelling from planet to planet? Isn’t that what you want before deciding to settle down with me?”

You sigh happily, using your one free arm to slide up past his chest, embracing around his helmet and pulling him closer.

“I’ve seen the universe, Din. I have. I wake up to it everyday. Every time I’m in your arms.” You gaze sweetly through his visor, feeling the way his arms tighten around you.

“Close your eyes.”

An order.

One which you’re more than willing to obey knowing the outcome.

You close your eyes, hearing the sound of metal clattering on the near console before feeling soft lips caressing yours.

!!Bonus Scene!!:

You’re in the cargo hold having since put Grogu to bed, organising food portions in a trunk near Din’s weaponry. You thought the bounty Hunter was busy sat in his flight chair navigating to your next refuge, so it was safe to say you were scared shitless when his modulator sounded close behind you.

“Is he a better kisser than me?”

You smirk but it fades quickly when you turn around to face him towering over you, his body moving closer and crowding you so much your back hits the cold wall of the ship behind you. You take a moment, searching the darkened visor focused on you like prey.

You let a wry smile reach your hot cheeks, batting your eyelashes at him.

“You’ll have to remind me.”

It takes a second for the lights of the ship to go out, plunging you into darkness, a crash of metal against the floor and warm lips meeting yours hungrily.

“Where’s our boy?” He pulls back breathlessly, your heart pacing at the rugged tone of his voice no longer hidden by a modulator.

“In our bunk,” you reply, feeling his ungloved hands on your face, relishing in the feel of his calloused fingers dancing along your jawline. His hands slip down your arms, gently grazing the insides of your wrists making you weak before intertwining your fingers and tugging you back towards the ladder.

“The chair it is then,” Din responds, his hand guiding your lower back now against the ladder crowding up behind you while you remain blind in the dark. His hands taking yours and placing them against the cool metal to guide you up.

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eww-y-tho · 27 days ago

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But the way Cas' relationship with the other angels is so homophobic racist conservative christian family coded.

With how long this fandom has been standing, I know I'm just saying something this fandom been knew. I just needed to get my thoughts out before I exploded. Hopefully, it's a good read anyway, though.

ALLUSIONS AND REFERENCES TO LOBOTOMIZATIONS AND CONVERSION CAMPS W/ NAOMI IS A GOOD START.

"The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost!"

Ever since Cas met you, he's gone against us, which is your fault for exposing him to that idea. Putting the blame on the other party for your family member's queerness, talking away their responsibility AND autonomy on those decisions.

(I'm not even gonna talk about the connotations underneath "touch.")

"Too much heart was always Castiel's problem."

Castiel was always off compared to other angels, more empathetic to humans, which only got stronger when meeting Dean because of the applied context of his love confession in 15x18. aka queer af.

(There are so many lines that follow/support the gay/queer interpretation, "spanner in the works," "love of humanity," etc. etc. etc; he's always seen as someone who doesn't fill the mold in a suspiciously rainbow-y way.)

"Who are you gonna believe? Your brother? Or this filthy ape?"

Ishim is probably the best example for the most overt racism, but most of the angels have exhibited some level of disdain, consider humans impure/lesser beings with microaggressions, or even just straight up racist terminology toward humans or other such kinds of discrimination and that's just real now. While this could also be read as homophobic, I think it's more applicable to racist ideation.

(The thing is, I can let Cas of the hook because it's conditioning that he grows out of, but it's clear this is a generally baked-in, cultural aspect to the behavior of angels. This quote also fits in with my next point!)

"It's us, or them," "We gave you our trust. Don't lose it over one man," "You draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?" etc. etc. etc.

Hammering home the concept that is Cas' driving plot of the series; where do his loyalties lie, and more importantly, that they are mutually exclusive. Because of the inherent nature of their groups, he has to pick one or the other. Angels constantly give him a choice, which is a rather passive aggressive tactic.

If the angels just changed their opinions, the Winchesters would gladly allow more angels in their group, but they chose to have this worldview and then demand that Cas follow it to be accepted in their society. You know what that sounds like?

Talk to me once you get over this gay phase. I'll wait.

"Lost," "pathetically weak," "human weakness," etc. etc. etc.

A general association between Cas' love for Dean as weakness/an obstacle to have to overcome. There are many lines that denote their relation under these terms, which indicates that they believe that Cas' love for Dean is actually damaging, which lines up uncomfortably well with Christian values of how being queer is seen as a sin, weakness if you will, getting lost and helping you find your way

(Which also ties into the conversion camp/lobotomy thing.)

And there is one aspect to this, which I think is the most fascinating, but is definitely not the only one left, I'm just kind of blanking right now.

Samandriel spitting just before his other line.

"There are some in heaven who still believe despite his... Mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place."

Indicating a sympathy we rarely see. As in, family who aren't completely against a queer family member.

That hate the sin, not the sinner,

and don't think it's reflective of his character, and are just "mistakes."

The emotional strain it causes Cas is palpable. You can see how this scrutiny affects him on a deeply personal way that I relate to on a deeper level than any other character as a person living under similar circumstances, and I think a lot of people share this sentiment, which is why it almost feels TOO on the nose sometimes.

Mayhaps...... Intentional.

ANYWAY,

Of course, context is vital for these scenes, and Cas has done some pretty awful things to the angels in the past, but the way these scenes are framed/phrased can be EASILY read this way. It lines up startling well.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

#destiel #dean winchester #deancas #dean x castiel #castiel #casdean #castiel x dean #analysis

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sunniques · 2 months ago

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🦊 anon here, hehe. TYSM<3 As one of the anon’s said, we match freaks and I am leaving for it. U are the sweetest. Now I have this other thought, which I’d love if you could help me get ideas straight, cause I feel like I just yap and you write it and sounds beautifully delicious; all thanks to my high hormones and reading the last anon Joshua related.

Him as an stepdad, since the beginning he knows he wants you and he will get you. Mom is lately nowhere to be seen around such a business woman that you barely see her these last few months; neither Joshua but that’s okay it only makes it easier for him. He spoils you, takes you out, takes you with him to his company meetings and parties, hand on your lower back, gives you everything, little touches and subtle words to him to slowly manipulate you “Your mom has me so abandoned, she used to do this, that…” That way until for everyone it looks like you are his partner. And eventually, he starts to give you little pecks with a vague excuse like it’s normal and zero with under intentions and it grows and grows until one day, he makes you sit on his lap and manipulates you to straddle him until he is hard af and you dry hump him (and that is where his corruption kink enters) and he slowly works on making you his little princess and also the nastiest little cum dump. And just one day, to have finally his conscious calm (which had been making him feel bad but like just a 2%) he sends a video to your mom of him fucking you senseless on the bed they used to share and with a following text asking for divorce. Now, he will make you his pretty wife cause you are the one he should have been with for starters.

hey bb. feel free to yap in my inbox all you want because i love it 🫶

also this is delicious so let me elaborate rq

stepdad!shua would love having you on his arm at parties or any work related thing. you’re so sweet and unaware of his intentions, but it just makes him want you more. the kisses he presses on your temple and cheek are sweet and innocent, that’s what you think, anyway.

you get shy and embarrassed when a lot of his colleagues mistake you for his wife, especially because josh doesn’t correct them. when you ask him about it, he just laughs it off saying that it’s because you look so much like your mom and because you two look good together. you like the attention and praise so you go with it, trying to ignore the fact that the idea of being josh’s wife gets you wet.

eventually, you get so used to being cared for by him that when you end up on his lap in his home office, you don’t feel bad. you grind your covered pussy over his growing bulge as he gropes your ass. feeling too turned on to feel guilty, you let him pull your top down and suck on your tits. you’re just helping him out because you know your mom hasn’t fucked him in a long time, and that’s why it feels so good when he fucks you on his desk in every position possible.

your stepdad corrupts you so much that when he records himself fucking you in his marital bed, you put on the nastiest show for the camera.

it’s okay in the end because you’re going to become his nasty little wife <3

#this was so hot #fuck #gonna think about this all day #🦊 anon #mailbox #hard thoughts

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nadas-dirthalen · 5 months ago

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One Single Person Asked, So Here's A Dirthamen Theory Infodump!

shoutout to @damallarky for activating MY trap card on this long af post.

Since there's a lot, the explanations are going to exist without some of their sources/context. This post can only go on so LONG lmao.

So. Dirthamen theory time under the break, to spare the eyes of anyone who doesn't want the TIRADE.

First big theory: I think Dirthamen and Falon'Din were split in two at the time of their creation into what we recognize as the Evanuris they are. And I think Elgar'nan did it, poorly, and then Mythal fixed his mess.

Oh, and I think they were an Envy demon. That's important. Now let me explain.

We know sundered spirits are possible, given both the Vir Dirthara in Trespasser (Ghil-Dirthalen, the librarian, was sundered) and also some, uh... spoilery Veilguard stuff. Sorry everyone.

Second, there's a lot to explain what Envy demons are like. They really want to be mortal, for one thing. Second, they're shapeshifters. Oh, and also?

Envy is never satisfied, however. The demon's bottomless cravings to be more—more powerful, more skilled, more inspired—cause it to seek fresh prey, leaving a trail of stolen identities behind.

Who's this sound like? Who, that Solas might have dissed for having an "endless appetite for adulation" as we went through the Temple of Mythal?

Also, Dirthamen and Falon'din are the first of Elgar'nan and Mythal's "children." Time to dip into Dalish legend and pick out what I think are the kernels of truth.

[Elgar'nan] was the first of the elven gods, born of the sun and the earth. According to elven legend, the sun grew jealous of the favor shown by Elgar'nan for the things of the earth, and so burned them to ashes. In retaliation, Elgar'nan threw the sun down from the sky, and only later relented because of Mythal's intervention. He was convinced, with her help, to restore his father to the sky on the promise that the sun would set each night.

There's a lot to go over here. I'm gonna break down why I have bolded what I bolded.

So we know that the words for "sun" and "spirit" are almost the same thing in the elvish language. And we ALSO know that the Fade is oft called the "sky," and the Deep Roads/Titan Things are referred to as "the earth." These are then contrasted in Trespasser as places where magic works differently — the "unchanging world" is described as having the "pull of the earth," forcing everything to be more corporeal, more real (and also lowkey singing of lyrium.)

Put that all together, and when I read 'the sun grew jealous of the favor shown by Elgar'nan for the things of the earth', I think about a spirit being jealous of Elgar'nan's corporeality and his work with "earthly" magic.

Then we see that "the Dalish believe that when Elgar'nan buried the sun in the abyss," this caused the dwarves to be afraid of him because of whatever happened down there. And only Mythal was able to intervene to end this process.

And my favorite point? The promise that the sun would have to set each night. The sun becoming two different things: day and night. Light and dark.

Spirit and demon? Maybe reflection and shadow.

See, my theory is that Dirthamen and Falon'Din are two natures of the same spirit: the first half wisdom, because even Envy demons hunger for knowledge, and the second half still demonic, because of everything we know about Falon'Din. His hunger for adulation. Power.

This is also echoed, faintly, in the Chant of Light. "[...] And grew jealous of the life they could not feel, could not touch. In blackest envy were the demons born." (It mentions that this is after the creation of the Veil, but I think humans just... got that one wrong.)

As well as...

Now, with their Father's eye elsewhere, the firstborn At last created something new: Envy. They looked upon the living world and the favored Sons and daughters there, covetous of all they were. Within their hearts grew An intolerable hunger. Until, at last, some of the firstborn said: "Our Father has abandoned us for these lesser things. We have power over heaven. Let us rule over earth as well And become greater gods than our Father."

So, in summary: I think that Elgar'nan came across a super jealous, super powerful demon and decided, extremely clear-headedly, to throw it down toward the Titans and... do something horrifying to it. Mythal intervened, and out came Dirthamen and Falon'Din, sundered. One cut off from its demonic nature (perhaps unwilling/not able to see/hear/speak properly? Like the priests in the Temple of Dirthamen?) and the other left with nothing else.

Second big theory: Dirthamen left Falon'Din's side and joined the Mythal-Solas side of the Evanuris war.

First, there's these mosaics. Fen'harel, Mythal, Dirthamen, and Andruil.

Second, there's Dirthamen mosaics right when you start the elven ruin part of Trespasser. (featuring my Lavellan looking less than pleased.)

And third? Bear with the fact that I have no pictures of the actual room. But in the same room in Trespasser where you find the painting of Solas removing valasslin, there are 5 mosaics lined up on both sides of that big hall, in the same order. Falon'Din, Dirthamen, Fen'harel, Mythal, Dirthamen.

To me, it reads as: Falon'Din and Dirthamen were a pair, then Fen'harel happened, then Dirthamen and Mythal were on the same side.

Third big theory: Dirthamen's valasslin tells a story.

(If you saw this on the source post, you can skip it, it's copied here just to have everything in one place.)

I'm gonna reference this post a lot, but suffice it to say: I'm going off an educated guess that triangles referenced in elven art/society represent the Veil, and diamonds represent the Fade.

That said, behold my terrible penmanship, because I've had a theory that Dirthamen bounced since I took a really critical look at Inky's and Bellara's valasslin.

I'm going off the assumption that Dirthamen's valasslin is a raven flying downward. Beak at the tip of the nose, wings spanning the cheeks. There's some third eye imagery on Inky's chin (which would be above the beak, since we're looking upside down) and, crucially, a big ring on the forehead that looks like it's been broken through.

It looks like Dirthamen has broken free of the forehead ring and has escaped. And what's surrounding that ring? You got it. Triangles. There's small triangles on the wings as well, and another on the beak. But the largest, which I haven't written down, is at the bottom of the chin. Almost like that third eye forced its way out, with massive magic. (Note also, every "feather" on the wings is a very warped triangle.)

It feels like a narrative that says: Hey. Dirthamen isn't in his prison. He got out. His mind/magic broke him loose.

I take it as Chapter One of the Dirthamen Valasslin Chronicle™, because when I look at Bellara... (please, suffer my penmanship again, I'm so sorry)

I see two birds sitting on either side of a big third eye. And what is under them (but above her eyebrows)? You guessed it!!! Triangles!!! And, on the other side of that sort of natural line of her brow? Diamonds.

(Tiny side thought: I think the birds bring on swirly branches reminiscent of Mythal's valasslin is indicative that Dirthamen was part of her side/rebellion with Solas, but that's its own post)

Anyway. Two birds sitting on this side of the Veil. The Not-Fade side. And what are they sitting around?

A huge third eye, itself on a set of two triangles. To me, it's implying all-seeing-eye energy, and also implying that Dirthamen is watching. From THIS side of the Veil.

And that, to me, is a very interesting Chapter Two of the Dirthamen Valasslin Chronicle™. A conclusion as much as a warning.

Last big theory: I think Dirthamen was involved with Andraste during her lifetime—if not as Shartan (who I think might've been an agent of Solas), then as Havard.

There's so much of this theory that's just vibes and gut feelings, but I think that all of the Evanuris had their grubby little fingers in Andraste's life, because I think that they knew she was harboring Mythal.

Andraste was born the same year that Dumat was slain. And, knowing what we know from the DA:tV combat trailer (I'm sorry, everyone), we know that the Evanuris did, in fact, have archdemons. My theory is that Dumat was Mythal's, and that either Andraste or her half-sister were born with an old god soul. Her sister's death is, I think, the moment when Mythal proper (the same piece that's in Flemeth now) entered Andraste's body.

And I think all the Evanuris knew, through their agents, through their own archdemons, through the darkspawn hivemind—you name it.

I think all the Evanuris had agents playing roles in everything in Andraste's life next. I think Solas tried to appear to Andraste in dreams as the Maker—which, mind breaking under an old god and Mythal, did not go super well or translate super clearly. When that failed, I think Solas sent Shartan to help.

But meanwhile? I think Havard and Maferath are representative of Dirthamen and Falon'Din. For starters, they were inseparable childhood friends until Maferath's betrayal. He's also shield-coded, just like Dirthamen's Wisdom is a shield. He's repeatedly referred to as The Aegis in the Chant of Light and elsewhere.

Havard pledged himself to Andraste's cause, though was too late to save her life. This echoes how I believe Dirthamen switched sides, but not fast enough to save Mythal.

Maferath betrayed Andraste (and also Havard, by consequence) out of jealousy, much like I believe Falon'din was the catalyst for Mythal's murder.

Havard carried on after Andraste's life ended, quietly bringing her ashes to a sacred temple, where those who accompanied him there would go on to guard eternally. Much like how I feel Dirthamen is still out there somewhere now, watching. Waiting. Learning.

To what end? Well, I hope we find out in Veilguard. (I kind of hope we find out through Bellara, specifically. Or Lucanis, from... perhaps... the Falon'Din side of things. Maybe, tragically, both.)

If you stayed this long, YOU'RE A HERO! Clap for yourself! And thanks for reading! And tell me if I'm wrong on any counts!

#dragon age #dragon age meta #dragon age theory #dirthamen #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #da:tv #da:v #da:tv spoilers #evanuris #evanuris lore

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uhohbestie · 4 months ago

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TAMN Outline

Since we're so close to the end of TAMN, I just wanted to share what Lock and my outline looks like, especially because neither of us ever used outlines for writing fic before this LOL

The only reason we have one for TAMN is because we were determined to finish this thing within a year of starting it and really wanted to post a chapter a week. Realistically, between work and irl and different timezones, there was no WAY we'd be able to keep up with a weekly posting schedule OR our self-imposed deadline if we were writing on the fly, so an outline was a good way to keep us on track.

(Details under the cut 'cause this got long af lmao)

SO FIRST OF ALL. We have quick chapter markers to refer to just to keep track of where we're at. The obvious ones are as follows:

🐈 Scar POV Chapters 🦜 Grian POV Chapters 🧟‍♂️ Some sort of significant zombie encounter that chapter 💦 Smut

I took this screenshot a WHILE back so Chapter 12 was actually split into 2 chapters, as was Chapter 14. So while the two emojis in Chapter 14 were meant to signify both Scar and Grian's POVs in that chapter, we ultimately just split it into a separate Scar chapter and a separate Grian chapter.

As for the other markers, this is what they mean at a glance:

✔️ Chapter is written ✔️✔️ Chapter has been edited by one person ✅ Chapter edited by both of us; Ready to Post 💯 Chapter has been posted to AO3

The last one isn't in the screenshot above, but is another one we use. And, ofc, if it doesn't have any of those markers beside it, it means the chapter hasn't been written yet.

Other than that, every chapter heading has not only the chapter number, but a reminder of where Scarian are, the time of day that chapter starts at, and how long of a walk/drive to their next destination remains. Plus, the very first point is always the current date and the weather (in Celsius 🍁) for the day. It looks something like this:

For a short chapter like Ch. 6 where not too much happens, the outline is just a handful of points. Also, we put a strike through things we skipped as we wrote when we felt they no longer fit the mood we were going for. (Basically, the outline is here as a guide and we adjust as needed for full creative freedom.)

Now the LINKS at the bottom lead to ANOTHER document where Lock and I's original conversations are sorted, in case we need to reference back to something we don't remember. That looks like something like this:

So when you click the link, there's a pop up that will take you directly to the original conversation about it located in another doc.

Basically, Lock and I had talked about TAMN for months before every writing it, so when I suggested making an outline, Lock was like "yeah, we basically have a skeleton already with how much we've talked about it". So what we did was, I copy-pasted EVERY conversation we had about TAMN into a Google Doc, and then Lock went through and SUMMARISED EVERYTHING in each conversation into The Main Points. After that, I went and put them into chronological order in a new doc which then became the outline we use today! 💫

Thus, when you click on a link from the outline, you get taken to the conversation summary, and if you scroll down past the summary you get to the actual conversation itself, minus our usernames/formatting/timestamps to make it easier to read at a glance:

And then, ofc, the further along we got in the fic, the more complicated the plot and the chapters got. So instead of short and sweet outlines with a link or two to old conversations, we had to come up with a lot of in between events that still somehow added to the plot and moved the story along to the main points we wanted to hit.

This was actually what took me the longest during outlining, and poor Lock kept going "JUST LEAVE IT BLANK, WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT AS WE GO" but I really wanted to have SOMETHING down just to give us a springboard to launch off of, because we had no idea if we'd have time WHILE writing to come up with anything.

(This continues on for more pages since we combined two chapters into one here, but this is the gist of what the outlines turned into per chapter as we got later and later in the fic LOL)

Turned out to be the right call, because it's saved our asses more than once when on a time-crunch! That said, there were a couple chapters where we DID in fact go "idk about what's in the outline, what if we do this instead?" and then do that because it Felt Right. So again, the outline was super helpful but not a hard and fast rule. (Though Lock and I had our fair share of "WHY DIDN'T YOU WRITE WHAT WAS IN THE OUTLINE"/"I FORGOR" moments that have been fun every step of the way 😂)

AAAND, I THINK THAT'S IT! THAT'S OUR OUTLINE! 🎉

Just wanted to make a post for it to document because it was such a novel experience, hahaha! Like I said earlier, neither Lock nor I ever used outlines before, even when writing fics together for other fandoms :')

I've got two completed longfics under my belt from before TAMN in my last fandom and I wrote those completely on the fly as well. Worked out just fine, but like. It took me 2-4 YEARS to finish the fics, and they were both MUCH shorter than TAMN is. 😅 Nothing wrong with that obviously, but it was a lot of fun to try something new and it felt incredible to be able to have a new chapter ready to go each week! ;w; 💜

We're almost done writing the fic and honestly idk what we're gonna do with all this free time once we've wrapped it up... time to come up with a new longfic ig LMAO

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR, HOORAY! 🎊

Here's a little bonus for you--

From the time I went to a gun range and shot both a rifle (near the head) and a shotgun (the spray by the stomach) and took notes so that we could use it in our fic JHGFDSKJHDF THE CRAZY RESEARCH WE'VE BOTH DONE FOR TAMN I STG 😂😂😂😂😂

#TAMN #TAMN outline #🔑#I wore my HotGuy jacket to go shooting btw :J #well worth it #lock sneaking in to say: I love writing with Key so much omg :') bestie ilu #key: hehehe aww ilu2 bestieeeee ;w; 💜💜💜

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samantha-and-nellie · 3 months ago

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i finally read “the lilac tunnel: my journey with samantha” (shoutout to @cannon-memely for letting me know that i should actually take the time to check it out!) and i have Thoughts. full reactions from reading it under the cut

to preface this (since there is going to be a tiny bit of snark and general silliness), i did overall have a good time reading this book! i have some qualms with the storylines they chose to put in there, but i do think that the journey books are one of the smarter moves they made during the beforever era. i remember really loving the “you choose” history books as a kid, and i think the interactive component is appealing and generally a great way to keep children engaged. i could absolutely ramble on more about historical fiction for children, but let’s just jump into my (semi-chaotic) thoughts about “the lilac tunnel.”

first of all, FASCINATING that samantha apparently has a swing at grandmary’s house, since i’m pretty sure that it’s never mentioned in the original books. do we think it was lydia and gard’s, or do we think gard (or even hawkins) put it up for sam?

samantha’s got ORPHAN SYNDROME and she’s got it bad

okay. this is probably my main gripe with this book, but having this book set pre-nellie (and thereby having on option to essentially be nellie but under grandmary’s employment???) is bizarre af

on the flip side, the fact that nellie isn’t around really highlights how lonely samantha is, and i think we all know that I’m SOOOO normal when it comes to themes of grief and loneliness in samantha’s stories

WHY TF DOES EDDIE HAVE SUCH A LARGE ROLE IN THIS STORY. DEAR GOD PUT HIM BACK WHERE HE CAME FROM

elsa??? having a prominent role in a samantha story??? what sorcery is this???

yeah, super duper excited to have it reinforced that samantha is ready to accuse servants of stealing so long as they aren’t the servants that she likes

i think we’ve all had nightmares in which eddie ryland appears

samantha having an understanding of the fact that she’s transgressing by being friendly with a servant girl when this book is set prior to her relationship with nellie makes me wonder how much child workers she has tried to befriend /hj

saint louis fair mention for the movie girlies:)

i wonder if the description of grandmary’s outfit on page 30 is meant to be a reference to this dan andreason illustration of her?

the magic lantern show is really cute:) (might be thinking about writing fanfic of this but with nellie…)

samantha being shorter than the protagonist of this story after being the tall one with nellie is honestly pretty funny. smol bean samantha

awwwww gard and cornelia

HEY HEY HEY

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

BEFOREVER I’M ABOUT TO THROW HANDS

anyways, apparently we need to re-traumatize samantha with near-drownings at every chance we get:) this is not messed up at all:)

guess we better pretend like that never freaking happened

… okay the locket origin story is pretty cute

this book has such insane emotional whiplash. what do you MEAN one piney point storyline is about nearly drowning and the other is about a moonlight swim with cornelia?!?

someone should really draw fanart of samantha wearing the protagonist’s capris (big bow and all)

tbh, kinda confused by the bike plot line in this story, cause didn’t they incorporate the bicycle short story into the main beforever books?

new career path dropped for samantha, folks! (medical field)

mmm the fear about illness is getting a little too relatable here

i love how much dress up there is in this book:) literally would’ve rocked my world as a child

not the ENTIRE RYLAND CLAN coming over for dinner. a formal dinner with eddie actually sounds so horrific

… guess that’s the note we’re ending on for me. thanks for reading my rambles, and feel free to let me know if there’s other journey books i should check out in the future!

#samantha parkington #nellie o'malley #american girl #ag #agblr #american girl doll #from my slate #aunt cornelia #books #samantha: an american girl holiday #uncle gard #illustrations #grandmary

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fiestylittlebeetle · 4 months ago

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I have musings about how Malware's recovery goes in GC but it's got allot of complex feelings and concepts involved, and although i think the sheer dumbassery of canon would allow it on some level, I know some people might look at this and be like "bro you're literally stupid"

like everything I'm writing for this comes with a asterix that leads to a foot note that says "malware is not forgiven"

more under the cut for your judgement

god how to put this

Ben does not forgive malware for hurting him, or doing anything he did. In fact he doesn't really like malware at all. but as an adult and fighting him in a weakened form. fighting him him felt unfulfilling and kind of pathetic.

he kinda felt like he just beat up someone who could barely defend himself because they dont like eachother. it kinda made him feel like a jerk even if he hates malware

like in AF he straight up took satisfaction in Vilgax needing to ask him for help and even got him a petty little kids meal. so ben is not above helping his enemy even if he acts petty about it

I dont think ben really hates anyone that deeply that he would look at them suffering and go "you should suffer more" thats just not who he is

GC Malware's comeback is messy, and he's not really completely the same malware that Ben took down by force before because he's weak and exhausted and angry but the anger he has is like, trying to use a pilot light to boil a pot of water

After their initial fight Ben does toss Malware in the plumbers holding cells for a while. and Malware does maybe consider trying to escape, but read above as to why he doesn't bother. he just lays in their and hopes either something happens allowing him to get out, or he passes out and doesn't have to think about it.

Ben comes back for him after the last post i made about him meeting Malware 23, and considers "What if I help him this time. Azmuth isn't going to do it, and I couldn't do anything when I was 10 or 17. But maybe I could do something for him now" and he's had a good long think about it. what could Help Malware.

and ya'll are gonna treat me like im insane here but, hear me out

he hasn't told his mom about the Feedback incident, or really brought up Malware at all, so she doesn't know shit. and what Malware lacks is people who care about him, but especially familial people who care about him.

so he's plan is to see if his parents will let him let malware crash their. the stipulation for malware being if he does ANYTHING to his parents, ANYTHING sinister, Ben will rain hell down upon him like he's never known before.

Malware considers this and maybe even asks why ben is doing this

bens response can be summarized "cause im a better person then you, and even after it all, even after you HURT ME, I'm going to help you, and you're going to feel better, and you're going to feel guilty about it even when life gets better, and that seems like a reasonable punishment"

Malware doesn't really have much of choice here btw. He is being forced into this situation weather or not he likes it. and you may go "well you cant FORCE someone to recover" and you're right

but malware isn't gonna put up much of a fight cause he knows his limits (right now)

Sandra is open to the idea of letting malware stay in their guest room for a while, Carl is dubious but agrees cause he sees his son doing something kind. Malware is disgruntled, awkward, and uncomfortable (also Ben lies through his teeth about malware being a "friend" to his parents. like actually through actual clenched teeth)

for a while Malware stays holed up in the room, mostly sleeping or considering his deflated anger.

Sandra tries (and succeeds at some point) to get him to come out and be social. Her and Carl maybe even learn a little about him too, mostly just a vague idea of him being abandoned, and not liking other people very much.

i havn't gotten much further into the details, but I think Sandra would at least be the one who, after interacting with Malware a couple times, realizes he's very depressing. And it makes her sad that he seems so allergic to connecting with people. to her, as a mother, he comes off as a kid who hasn't been shown enough love and attention, and she is actually kinda correct.

details aside i had this idea of Sandra and Carl coming back to the house after being out for a day and finding Malware collapsed (a spontaneous system shut down)

and they roll him over so he's flat on his back, and Sandra has his head in her lap petting him while Carl is on the phone with the plumbers trying to see what kind of help he should get (they're being difficult and Carl already dislikes them so hes having a bad time TM)

anyway Mal eventually starts coming to and upon opening his optic and seeing sandra, and she's like "Oh you're awake!" and realizing what's happening he immediately sits up, almost knocking sandra back, telling her not to touch him, and feeling humiliated.

He's humiliated, but he's also feeling something, anger? no something else, satisfaction? no no something ELSE

ah yes

appreciation

And before someone asks "couldn't he just run away when no one's there" the answer is yes BUT he has no where else to go and he's not really in any condition to be defending himself against other people/aliens who will most likely have powers or weapons to use against him. Sticking around is the best bet rn

Now, you could bring up Khyber here but at this point Khyber had already been tried (basically Khyber was the first person malware found when he woke up. But remember that fight with Mal and Ben I mentioned? Khyber was also there but realized Mal kinda sucks and is useless now and so ditches him to save his own ass. Don't worry. Khyber will be back later when he's got more resources. But it's cause he knows malware is weak, and also one of a kind rare Mechamorph that's perfect for his trophie shelf.)

#ben 10 #ben 10 malware #go on and say it #say im woobifying him #i dont care #ill die here #i need this #i may be cringe but i am FREE GOD DAMN IT #b10gc

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years ago

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I Wanna Be Good To You(Vergil x Fem!Reader)

warnings: anger, violence, slapping, tears(dacryphilia), unprotected sex, use of terms "master" and "little mate", Vergil is angry af, rough sex, vaginal fingering word count: 1.3k pairings: Vergil x Fem!Reader a/n: Just a little angry smut because I was so angry today. Dedicated to the lovely @beneathstarryskies

“Do you think it’s comical to put yourself in danger like that?” Vergil asks, his face so close to yours. His nails are practically digging into the meat of your arms.

You scoff, “I wasn’t in danger! I can handle myself!”

He sneers at you, unsure what to make of this. If he lost, he would be completely inconsolable. It would damage him even more than he truly is. You’ve become the love of his life and he will not stand to have you die in front of his eyes. Vergil has done so much to get to this point in his life, and he’s not just about to throw everything away to lose you.

“Listen to me,” he barks in your face. You can feel spittle spray your face. “You will never do that again. And I will not be repeating myself.”

You’re shaking with anger now, “I’m not a little girl, Vergil! I’ve been hunting devils for a long time, and if you’re just mad because I did a better job than you did, maybe you should learn to channel your anger some other way!”

This causes him to falter for a moment, then he pushes you up against the wall. You can barely read the emotions flashing in his beautiful eyes. Part of you wonders if you’ve gone and pushed him too far. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned how you did a better job than he had, but he just got under your skin so much.

“Is that what you think this is about?” His voice is laced with venom. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re just an inexperienced little girl. You have no idea what you’re dealing with!”

“Fuck you! I know what I’m doing!”

You feel your cheek stinging as soon as he lands the slap. There’s a moment of silence before you’re both just staring at one another. You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you want nothing more than to run away from him. Then he’s so quick to press his lips down on yours in a hungry kiss.

“I don’t want to lose you! Can’t you understand that? Or are you too thick in the head?”

You’re crumbling under his deep stare. You can feel your heart pounding at all these intense emotions. But what surprises you is when you begin kissing him right back. You would have thought after he slapped you and made a fool of you, you’d be pushing him away.

“I’m sorry, Vergil. I’m so fucking sorry,”

He picks you up and pins you to the wall. Between hungry and sloppy kisses, he has your skirt hiked up over your hips. He growls when you try to undress him. He’s not going to let you have control here.

“Stay still, little mate.” Vergil growls as he rips your panties off. “You’re going to be a good little mate for me,”

You whine, “Vergil…”

Another rough kiss is pressed to your plump lips. Your mind is whirling from all this excitement. Your cheeks still stings, but your heart melts when he cups your cheek and presses a soft kiss to it. He murmurs something about hating hurting you.

“You should listen to your master,” His voice is gruff and thick with lust. “I only want what’s best for you,”

“I-I know, I just…I don’t want to be treated like an inferior person.”

Your response shocks him a little bit. He didn’t realize just how important it was for you to be seen in such a way. He knows that you’re a good demon hunter, but it still scares him to see you out there fighting.

His fingers begin toying with your pussy, and he smirks when he becomes aware of just how wet you are already. Maybe roughing you up a little and yelling at you makes you excited. It sure makes him very excited. Something about violence and sex really satisfies the devil inside of him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, little mate. Just so you can see that I’m sorry for this little incident,”

You sigh softly, “P-please, master.”

His heart skips a beat when he hears you addressing him as such. You’ve done roleplay in the bedroom before and used those terms, but this is the first time you used them outside of that scenario. His cock twitches in his pants and he presses a soft kiss to your swollen lips.

“You’re such a good girl when you want to be,” He chuckles. “Maybe I could be a good devil for you,”

Two of his fingers pump into you, making you gasp in surprise. The sudden intrusion has you dripping all over his fingers and his palm. He can smell your arousal from here and it’s making him go crazy. It doesn’t take long for him to take out his cock. He gives it a few lazy pumps, and still fingers you in the meantime. You’re so impressed that he can hold you up just by his sheer strength.

“Ready for me, little mate?”

You whine but nod your head, “Please, master. I’m ready.”

With one fluid motion, he removes his fingers from your greedy hole and replaces them with his cock. From the get go, your walls are just trying to suck him in. They are desperately milking him as he begins a rough and fast pace.

“You’re never going to put yourself in danger like that again, got it?” He asks, and kisses you once again.

“Vergil…” you whine. “I’m a big girl, ‘can take care of myself.”

He gives you a particularly hard thrust, and you can see stars dancing in your vision already from the pleasure. He’s not going to let you go out hunting devils without him anymore. He caught wind of it from Dante and Nero and he had rushed out to find you. It scared him so much to think you were out there alone. His idiot brother and naive son might think you’re capable of doing it on your own, but he knows better.

“Little mate,” Vergil growls against your ear. “Don’t talk back to me like that. You have to do what your master says,”

You hiccup, “I know, but ‘wanna prove myself to you.”

This suddenly warms his heart. You’re really trying to show that you’re more than capable of doing things on your own. But it hurts him to imagine a world without you.

Vergil continues thrusting fast and deep, but his kisses soon turn a bit more passionate and loving. His large hands cup your cheeks, and he pulls you in for the most loving kiss. He feels your tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. His thumbs wipe them away, and he presses another kiss to your lips.

“You don’t need to prove yourself to me.” Vergil responds. “I already love you with all my heart.”

A shudder passes through you and you cling to him. It’s not long before he’s fucking you hard and fast once again, putting everything into every thrust. You can feel your orgasm building so quickly, and you mutter sweet words of love between every kiss.

“‘M sorry, Vergil. ‘Didn’t mean to scare you,”

He moans, “I know, little mate. I know you didn’t. ‘Just never wanna lose you.”

That’s all it takes to push you over the edge. You cry out his name, your nails digging into the leather of his clothing. He presses another kiss to your lips before he’s grunting alongside your sweet sounds. Your greedy little cunt is just milking him dry, and he can’t hold back any longer.

Once you’ve both come down from your high, you stay connected like this for some time. Vergil presses his forehead to yours.

“I truly love you.”

You smile, “And I truly love you too.”

#bacon.writes #vergil x reader #vergil x y/n #vergil x fem!reader #vergil x you #devil may cry vergil #dmc vergil #dmc5 vergil #vergil devil may cry #vergil sparda #vergil dmc x you #dmc vergil x you #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry 5 x reader

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dwreader · 1 year ago

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How do you go about figuring out what references the show is making (besides the ones they just say directly)??

Ohh ykw on this show I think they hit you over the head with so many both allusions and direct callouts that its almost more like trying to figure out which ones are true thematic references and which are just fun little namedrops. For example Daniel mentioning Kevin Durant imo is just a pop culture/worldbuilding namedrop to show that he's a ~cool guy~ from brooklyn and goes to basketball games (and to further establish these characters live in OUR world with the same celebrities). We're not meant to read Kevin Durant's bio on wikipedia and think of all the deep parallels. On the other hand, my pal blueiight has brought up that Basquiat paintings hanging around the penthouse could be read more deeply about the two men's biographies but maybe you don't necessarily HAVE to get the reference to understand the show. It's like an easter egg.

Also some references are simply bc modern tropes all stem from some origin and not the show deliberately making the connection, like yk the gothic romance tropes are abounding in this story and its not necessarily the show directly being like hey guys this is just like Jane Eyre! imma right? rather the conventions are so ingrained in our culture now that they bleed into everything. Or like my My Fair Lady posts it's like is this really a My Fair Lady specific thing or is it cause all professor/student or mentor/mentee romantic fiction all kind of stems from Pygmalion?? Anyways I'm gonna put the rest under a read more cause it's gonna be long af. sorry.

The ones I tend to take really seriously are books, plays, etc where the show goes out of its way to give you a bit of plot summary like Iolanta (blind princess who doesn't know she's a princess) where Louis crying at the opera kinda like Julia Roberts crying at La Traviata in Pretty Woman signals a thematic parallel between the characters (shoutout to slaygentford for that post that changed the world). Whereas they don't for Don Pasquale so while that's like a little funny joke cause its heheh its also about an old ass man looking for a wife that's like less serious to me than Iolanta. Louis casually reading Madame Bovary as his voiceover says he was "neglecting the duties of the role Claudia mocked me for the unhappy housewife" is a clear HELLO LOOK HERE moment, as well as Louis reading Edward Carpenter's book about marriage trying to regain his sight after his beating. Whereas I think him reading the Origin of Species is just like aww he's so cute and intellectual trying to find a scientific reason for his eating disorder.

A Doll's House is the biggest one imo cause it's both a direct callout in ep2 (Lestat mentions not wanting to miss the opening scene of Nora and the Christmas tree) and an allusion in ep7 (Louis shown decorating a Christmas tree), AND the "doll" theme runs throughout most of the show so even if you know nothing about that play, there's like hints being thrown at you with Louis bringing paper dolls to the twins bday party, decorating Claudia's room full of dolls and Lestat designing his Mardi Gras outfit like he's a doll. Maybe you've never read or heard Nora's monologue where she says all her life she's been treated like a doll and now she treats her children like dolls too cause she doesn't know anything else but you can literally SEE the dolls on the shelf in Claudia's room.

Streetcar is also the other one that the show is so so soooo obviously Leonardo Dicaprio pointing meme at itself. Even if you've never read the play or seen the movie, the image every fucking person on earth recognizes is Marlon Brando in a wifebeater cause that quite literally changed the course of pop culture history and male sex symbols AND you probably know STELLLAAAAA!!!!! These are both referenced quite directly by the show with Lestat wearing wifebeaters in ep5,6 and 7 and in Lestat's attempts to get Louis back after the DV as that's literally the context of STELLAAA he's screaming her name after he got kicked out for beating her btw if you even care. Plus they are riding an actual streetcar in ep7 even though they have a car??? and they're way too rich to be taking public transportation like what's that about.. unless!

Then you have things that Rolin has brought up himself in interviews like Bogie & Bacall (famously massive age gap hehe), John Cassavettes films (I would say Faces and A Woman Under the Influence as the primary sources of that comp), Francis Bacon art that you can definitely pick out from the show as well! So this show is chock full of cool references and inspirations and its very cool that people are being introduced to some of these older pieces of media through the show!!

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #im sorry this is so long im bored at work and got carried away #but there's soooo many of these rolin you sick bastard #asks

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Idk if you saw, but there's another Esi log available!

https://youtu.be/xoxf0LFYtNk

Looks like Neomuna did have Exos at the start but the Veil is, uh, unhealthy for them. And the Von Neumann mention suggests that the Veil is somehow related to consciousness and memory.

I JUST saw it! Had no clue that the first decrypted log is already available, although I do remember seeing a quest marker at the console when I finished the quest originally. Except you can't get back in there from the Veil room and there was a timer.

Anyway, if you've finished the Lightfall quest, you can go back to pick up another log (there's no combat, there's an option to load directly into the room with the console when you click on the Veil Containment on the map).

Clickable link!

This is everything we wanted. It's a really detailed look into the timeline of the Veil and the original research on it. Can't believe we'll get 15 of these. Transcript for the first one and a dive into it (it will be under read more because it's long af):

Chioma Esi, research log: the Veil. [sighs] I don't even know where to start. When we landed on Neptune, there was... something waiting for us. An alien structure. It's an electromagnetic anomaly. No mass, but a tangible surface area. It's like a thesis statement to the Von Neumann-Wigner hypothesis. It's definitely paracausal, like the Traveler. Maya calls it the Veil. She says she heard the name in a whisper when... when she looked at it. When I asked her who whispered, she said it was... her own voice. I still haven't had time to process that. Everyone on the initial survey team died. The minute they touched the object, they entered a state of... of brain death. All of them. To make it worse, the EM radiation emitting from the Veil is causing psychological distress in the Exos that came with us. They've all described moments of intense, hallucinogenic reverie. Some of them went silent and rigid and just... stopped. Maya called it "billboarding." Something from the early days of Clovis Bray's Exomind project. She doesn't seem afraid. Or surprised. She's convinced this thing—in her own words, she says—it'll be our "salvation."

First of all: the Veil arrived before Exodus Indigo so Savathun put it there prior to their arrival on Neptune. Don't know if it predates the ECHO ship, as it depends on the timeline in general and when it launched in relation to the Collapse. Savathun took the Veil from Nezarec, and Nezarec showed up when the Collapse started so. I will hazard a guess that the ECHO ship predates the Veil on Neptune and Savathun put the Veil there in between ECHO and Exodus Indigo landings.

As suspected, the team was immediately confused about the Veil and couldn't really process what it is. They immediately recognised that it's paracausal so that might throw some possible research avenues down the drain. The mention of the Von Neumann-Wigner hypothesis is definitely a link to consciousness and memory which is a nice in-universe confirmation (so far we've only had the quote from the artist who designed the Veil). If you want to go down the rabbit hole of quantum mechanics to try and understand this fully, feel free. I would add that this also might signal that not only is this related to what we already know (consciousness and memory), but possibly also entropy and time.

The next part about Maya knowing its name by hearing it being said in a whisper, by herself, is intriguing. She heard it only by looking at it; it may have made a link to her consciousness and she may have experienced something like a vision. A reminder that Maya worked with Vex simulations as well as the Device, a machine she called a "mind-ship" and that can also be described as a mind-forking device that was capable of displacing the user's consciousness and allowing them to see through different timelines or futures. Once again I am becoming more and more convinced that the Device connection between consciousness and time is true and that all predictive abilities are possible because of the same thing. The Veil may be that thing or a powerful amplifier of that thing or something along those lines. Either way, Maya was able to almost instinctively connect to the Veil, maybe because of her prior work with other consciousness-splitting technology.

The next bit is bizarre and also incredibly interesting. The Veil's electromagnetic radiation was severely disrupting to Exos. This explains why there's no Exos on Neomuna and why Neomuni were confused to see living Exos. To them, they simply can't survive there. Guardians are very likely exempt because they're Guardians, so they're fine. Mentioning "billboarding" is important however: billboarding was something that was happening to first Exos before Clovis figured out what he needs to make the alkahest work. Relevant excerpts from Clovis' journal:

The major obstacle to a viable exomind is the loop/billboard/crash cycle.

Early attempts at uploaded consciousness were haunted by fears that the upload would suffer "cryptic loss of qualia": the unseen death of the first-person, conscious mind. The upload would then become a so-called billboard, a flat imitation. I lobbied the ISO to establish a standard for a "certified conscious simulacrum." Any emulation of a human brain must display neural activity correlated with consciousness, particularly in the nuclei of the thalamus, midbrain, and pons. (Modern philosophy is satisfied that all qualia have neural correlates.)

Many researchers refer to this criterion as the "zombie detector."

The problem with exominds is that they quickly stop passing the zombie test.

The first stage of the breakdown is looping-the same repetitive, stereotyped behavior once observed in zoo animals. Prototype exominds begin to repeat similar conversations and action schemes. This stereotypy descends from high-level social behaviors, through cognitive programs like memory recall and task selection, into basic motor functions. The mid-stage symptoms are pacing, chewing, rocking, grunting, striking limbs against walls or furniture, and facial tics. This is a result of depressed activity in the higher brain. Without input from the prefrontal cortex, the basal ganglia stops selecting new motor programs.

We're already seeing the issue. The issue is uploading consciousness. It wasn't possible without eventually billboarding the human as it no longer possess the ability to continue producing brain activity. Clovis concludes:

The driver of this degenerative loop is a process we call "billboarding." No matter how actively we stimulate the exobody, how rich we make its social and cognitive environment, and how powerful its senses, we still observe the gradual shutdown of exoneurons. The neural correlates of consciousness in the midbrain are among the first to die. The exomind-despite acing the Turing test-no longer meets ISO standards for consciousness. It is a philosophical zombie.

Clovis continues:

I believe the human mind is engaged in constant self-correction. In order to filter out external causation that might disrupt our self-loops, the mind screens out errors (caused by cosmic rays, EM fields, prions, chemical misfires, irritating conversations, etc.) by running a kind of constant checksum on itself. Perhaps this recursive self-checking is even the source of consciousness itself!

Exominds, however, are immune to these natural sources of error. They are not messy enough. They do not suffer enough jitter, enough degradation.

And:

Without countervailing entropy, the very self-corrective processes meant to maintain the human mind calcify and kill it.

I believe this is why the exominds fail.

If the exominds are to be viable shelters against mortality, I must find a useful source of noise. Emulation of biological error will not be enough-the exomind is designed for total immunity to such fleshy noise, after all.

That source of error must be Clarity. The effect generated by Clarity Control.

And he was right! Clarity aka the Darkness was able to purify the base Exo juice (radiolaria) and give it that necessary background noise and perhaps even consciousness itself. Clovis says:

The Vex radiolarian fluid is obviously too virulent for use in exominds. But if exposed to Clarity, the Vex patterns break down, and the fluid takes on some of the properties of Clarity itself—namely, its reductive effect.

Introducing a tiny aliquot of this reified Clarity into an exomind solves the loop/billboard/crash cycle. As far as I can tell—permanently.

But the Veil has a negative effect on this. It resets the billboarding. Almost as if the Veil negates everything about the exposure to Clarity; maybe nullifying it or blocking it or extracting it. Clarity was already causing Exos to receive dreams; collective dreams even, dreams they all share, possibly because they're all connected to the same source of consciousness. Don't forget also that they all share the vision of a dark tower in their dreams, a tower that might be the Darkness structure that Clovis and his team saw on the Vex world Volantis.

Around the glass, a shallow sea trembled with tiny, intersecting waves. In one direction, a cloud of mist obscured a shattered tower, its form uncannily different from the surrounding architecture. Above us loomed structures linked by bolts of lightning, reminiscent of the Citadel ruins on Venus.

And that was when, in spite of the awesome power on display, I felt crushing disappointment.

There was no trace of Clarity s influence here at all. Except perhaps in that mysterious tower...?

Possibly important as well to understand why the Veil reverted the billboarding which Clarity initially solved:

The exos are intrinsically robust; the seed of Clarity within them has natural anti-Vex properties.

Strange. Another strange detail is the Vex-Maya that attacked Clovis. The Vex-Maya only attacked him so that he would show her Clarity Control:

Now take me to Clarity Control. Take me to the garden's seed. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me—

Again, I'm seeing this vague and constant background link to the Vex that keeps coming back and is present in some way when we deal with any of this. Even the Exos themselves could not function before Clovis made the alkahest: radiolaria exposed to Clarity. The Vex are crucial for giving life to the Exos.

All of this is beyond wild. Connected in some way, but almost impossible to know which exact thread to follow. It's very intriguing that the Veil was able to effectively render the Exos dead just by proximity, by affecting/removing the aspect of them that relates to how their consciousness was stabilised: Clarity Control exposure. I'll definitely need more information and more people collaborating on solving this with other ideas as well.

And of course. The ending of the log is a bomb. Maya was not concerned about this. She was convinced that the Veil would be their "salvation." Concerning, but fascinating. I'm sure Maya was a lot more connected to the Veil than we currently understand. And the mention of "salvation" is also, of course, a direct link to the Witness. Maya was someone who spent a lot of time exposed to various dangerous elements related to consciousness such as Vex simulations, the Device and then the Veil. She may have knowingly or unknowingly, well... witnessed the Witness out there somewhere and perhaps even channeled it or see through its eyes or through its past (or future). Throwing random possible initial ideas out there. Maya saying that is significant for our understanding of the Witness, the Veil and her for sure.

The conversation between Osiris and Nimbus is nice because it recaps what we learned from the raid. So for people who don't get to raid, this is a nice summary of Savathun killing Nezarec, stealing the Veil from his ship and transporting it to Neptune.

Anyway, yeah. I am normal about this quest's lore. And there will be more of it. So much more. Category 10 lore event is happening. If people are wondering btw, this never would've fit within the campaign. It's too much and too long and too complex. This is why we didn't get any proper information immediately. The campaign was an action move; this lore would've turned it into a mystical scifi epic. It's one of the most interesting things I've ever read in Destiny and I'm glad it wasn't shortened and glossed over to fit in the base campaign, but was given time to build up and then be revealed over time step by step to give us time to truly process each log. Fascianting stuff. Absolutely in love with every word and the possibilities and speculation it enables.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #veil log #the veil #maya #chioma #vex #darkness #long post #lore vibing #ask

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oh-my-damn · 2 years ago

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You know what, I read through all your post yesterday and today and I want to thank you for shining a light on this problematic behavior. I also want to thank you for allowing me to see his relationship with Jenny from a different perspective.

Jenny like Alba was agreeable in the beginning. I mean she ended her marriage so she could be with Chris. It was all puppy love and dream seventh grade boyfriend at the start. She enjoys being around him and his circle. She loves that she include in everything from Vegas to Disney. I’m her mind she got the quarterback at the price of altering her personality to fit his.

Eventually all puppy love fades and that’s where couples struggle. She begins to question his fuckboy behavior. Why he feels the need to constantly party, go to strip clubs, but the majority of their time together is spent at his house doing what he wants spewing his pseudo intellectual bullshit.

He really fooled Jenny too. She was in a vulnerable time in her life after ending her marriage. It looks like he love bombed her by showing up to her premiere, confer shows and book reading. Spending time with her support system was easy because it’s a few suburbs over so he really doesn’t need to put much effort in.

She starts causing too much trouble and becoming less agreeable so he ends it. He goes back to his fuckboy ways and now Jenny is stuck with the realization that she left her husband for this douche. They talk about each other in interviews, looked awkward AF at the premiere and that’s that.

Until late summer/early fall when the realization hits Chris that he doesn’t need to pick up women and have a FWB rotation with ATL women if he just apologizes. I’m sure he hit her with the it’ll be different this time, I promise to change speech and she fell for it. Nothing changes. It’s just the same shit different day. They continue their relationship because their both in ATL working so it’s easy and convenient. Then they both wrap and the curtains lift up and she realizes she got duped again.

Once a fuckboy always a fuckboy. Chris strikes me as the guy who expects his meat and potatoes on the table when he gets home. I partially blame his upbringing because that’s how he was raised. He had a stay at home mom who did everything for her family and I think he wants the same for himself. If he’s going after an independent woman it’s strictly for the purposes of stripping her independence away from her because I think he gets a big thrill from it. It’s clear he likes being in control. Being in control gives him power over you and your life. If he’s the sole breadwinner then you have to depend on him and can’t really leave. He boxes them in without them even realizing it.

THIS. I COULD NOT HAVE SAID IT BETTER MYSELF.

And the end part !!

I actually mused over this not too long ago bc as you may or may not know, I started writing a book (before all of this) about Chris in a secret relationship and it is still ongoing and when this came out it really spun me for a loop and I couldn't write it for a long time.

Anyway, in it, she's a lawyer, so not in the industry, and they keep it quiet to protect her.

But I had this written down before the articles came out and stuff in my drafts, its an interaction with them that is SO REAL to me bc this is legit what everyone should remember when in a relationship (I know I'm more aware of this due to law school but its an important lesson)

I'm so sorry this is long but I didn't know how to cut it down without losing the point of it, so I'm gonna put it under a cut.

I don't think many of my readers realized how important a conversation like this in a relationship where one partner makes a hell of a lot more money than the other. It's easy to get swept up and give in to it, but then what happens when its over? You're alone, standing there, having given up on your dreams, your safety net, for what? A boyfriend?

Any lawyer knows to never do this because we've seen the cases but I can tell you that it happens way more often than it should.

Anyway, here it is, read if you want, my point is that I agree with everything you said so much !!!!

This is the excerpt from the stranger with the money/work dynamic talk:

"Fuck work," he grumbles sleepily, his voice deep and groggy, "Stay."

I let out a small laugh, pushing my back into his chest as he wraps a long leg over my hip to press into me more insistently.

"I can't," I reply with a smile, finding one of his hands and entwining our fingers, "I need to work."

"Why?" He half whines, huffing against my neck, "Work is no fun, stay here with me. I promise to give you a good time."

I chuckle, "Well, I need work for money. And you know, that's without mentioning that entire 'I want to achieve my dreams' thing."

"I have money," Chris murmurs against my neck, "Take some of mine."

I snort out a laugh, shaking my head in response, "I don't want your money, I want my own money."

Chris huffs jokingly, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck, "Are you saying my money's no good?"

"Mhmm," I giggle, "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"How dare you," Chris grumbles, his arms releasing their hold for only a moment before he turns me onto my back. He leans on his forearm to hover over me, a teasing glint in his cerulean blues, "What's wrong with my money?"

I grin as I look up at him, reaching up to card my fingers through his mussed up morning hair, "I didn't earn your money. I earned mine."

"So?" He questions, leaning down to nudge my nose with his own, "If I wanted to share my money with you, it would technically become yours."

"Yeah, but that's not how it works," I chuckle, my hand trailing down the side of his face to stroke his beard, "I wouldn't feel comfortable spending money that wasn't my own."

That makes his brows furrow. He tilts his head, blue eyes gazing over my face before he asks, "You don't think you'd.. ever, feel comfortable with that?"

I mirror his curious look, letting my fingers trail over his cheek, "What do you mean?"

"Weeelllll...." he drags out the word, maneuvering around until he can place his beefy body between my legs. His upper body hovers over mine, leaning on his forearms, as I let my fingers run through his soft locks.

"What if," he continues, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "For example, hypothetically, we were married. Would you still feel weird about it?"

I let out a surprised chuckle, tilting my head as I look up at him. My fingers card through his hair as I shake my head, "No, if we were married it would be different."

"Why's that?" he muses, leaning into my touch with a soft smile on his face.

"Because then we'd be married," I reply with a smile, "Being married is a whole different type of security. I wouldn't have to worry about becoming reliant on you, or your money, or your lifestyle, and risk that you'd be able to pull the rug out from under me suddenly."

His brows furrow, and I quickly add, "Not that I think you would! Of course not, I just mean logistically, like, rationally, as a lawyer, we know the pitfalls in these types of situations. Becoming reliant on your boyfriend is never a good idea."

#mandy answers #and she uses her own writing to make a point lmao #what else is new #the stranger #chramelia

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ryuichirou · 1 year ago

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Happy Saturday! Today we have a couple of asks about our post from yesterday + some of miscellaneous ones about some ships + a long ask with Anon reflecting on this hc post about twst characters murdering someone for the first time. I don’t have much to add to that one, but the ask itself is a very interesting read, so I encourage you to check it out.

Anonymous asked:

Just saw the new art on twitter and I just gotta say:

PRAISE BE!! THE RAILING HAS FINALLY OCCURRED!!!

YES!! GOOD FOR THEM BOYS! <3

We honestly didn’t think we’d draw these two again so soon, but the inspiration bit us in the asses lol I’m very happy that the image of Jack and Deuce having fun like that exists in the universe now…

Anonymous asked:

Deuce and Jack are basically buddy clubmates who have sweet times together, while Ace has to deal with two unhinged Floyd and Jamil will likely torment Ace. Ace is not sane but compare to Floyd and Jamil, he is basically normal.

Oh Jamil is not that bad… is he? Oh no, is he? Is Jamil bad?

In all honesty, I remember him throwing Ace under the bus and I’d assume that he’d be a tease sometimes lol So I can imagine how this + having A WHOLE FLOYD around would make Ace’s basketball career much more miserable than whatever Deuce and Jack have going on.

Anonymous asked:

Seeing your Cater drawings made me think that poor guy has to deal with Adeuce and Treyriddle happily making out while he has no choice but pretend he's okay being the only one in the Heartslabyul group being single af (I saw that you don't ship him with anyone so I'm just labeling as single here)

AHHH POOR CATER— To be honest, Cater is a victim of us first watching twst (the first four books) with an official ENG translation; rewatching it now, he feels much more understandable and fun as a character. But alas, we still don’t have any ships with him that would click with us enough to ship-ship him with someone ✊😔

So for now he’s #singleaf, but honestly seeing just how much trouble the other guys cause to each other at all times, he’s probably better off like that lol

Anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts/feelings/headcanons for silver x kailm?

We talked about them a couple of times here and there!

In short: we don’t necessarily ship them, the dynamic is just not our cup of tea, but their relationship are very sweet and could be interesting.

Anonymous asked:

Even though I'm not as big a fan of Jackpel as I am of JackVil, I do enjoy a good love triangle between them.

It could be interesting! We’re not super invested in either of the ships to be honest, but there are fun aspects to both of them, and jealousy could add another layer to Epel’s and Vil’s antagonism towards each other. Especially considering that it’d probably be Epel who’d be jealous, not Vil.

Poor Jack has no idea what’s going on…

Anonymous asked:

I just read your post about "how the twst cast might feel about murder/murdering. " Which left me wondering how the Twst cast might feel/think about life and death.

I feel like non-human characters such as Octovinelle, Savanaclaw, and diasomnia might view it differently than humans.

In Octavinelle and Savanaclaw case, i think topics such as Murder and/or cannibalism aren't necessarily seen as 'wrong' or 'bad'. I think we can all agree that nature is scary, and to survive, you'll have to be on top of the food chain. and in order to survive, you'll have to 'Kill' someone from your kind to eat or protect yourself.

A perfect example would be Ruggie: he came from poverty. His mother died shortly after giving birth to him, and his father's whereabouts are unknown after he claimed to leave for work. He was raised by his grandma. He did a few odd jobs here and there in order to get around. So i think he would know what 'survival' might feel like or how far someone might go to survive. I bet he went through agonising days and nights starving for food. I wouldn't put it past him to do (or already did) shady things to survive. Also, apparently, Ruggie can chew through bone, which hyenas also do! Nice bonus.

Then there's the Leech twins. Jade did mention once that their parents taught them self-defense when they were little, and their Mom often worries about them. It's also implied that they 'lost' a lot of their siblings. The coral sea that they came from are dark and cold, and most of the food they consume down there is raw. So i wouldn't put it past them to be completely desensitised from all the gory aspects of life not only because of survival but because of their "business" connections their father has. They have probably seen a lot of unhinged things since they were little.

BUT i do think that the Leech twins are a special case, lol. Unlike the other non-human characters, i believe that both of them would not only 'kill' in to survive but also because of boredom. You know how often these two mentioned how they hate to get bored and how they want to be amused? Yeah, i bet they killed/harassed a few mers just because they got bored and wanted entertainment. And it's not unheard of to hear/read about animals in the wild harassing other animals for entertainment, for example Some dolphins have been observed slapping little fish around for fun, or even tossing them up on a beach to watch them suffocate slowly. Again, nature's cruel.

As for the fae? it's hard to say, but seeing as they've been alive for so long (especially Lilia) and, of course, the war that happened in the past. I think it's fair to say that they see life and death in a different light than humans. But do fae have to kill in order to survive? i'm not entirely sure.

That being said, of course, there are expectations of humans doing the same thing or thinking the same thing, just like the non-humans. I mean, have you seen Rook? ;-;

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Anon! Like I already said, I don’t really have much to add, but I’m glad you enjoyed the original post and thought about the topic yourself. Yes, both merpeople and beastpeople would have different level of tolerance and understanding of the cycle of life and death than just regular people. Different morals and different norms due to having completely different circumstances.

God reading about Ruggie made me think again about just how out of touch Leona actually is sifuhisduhs

I also remembered about the Leech twins talking about Halloween and how many kids disappear every year, and how when Floyd went missing they pretty much accepted that Jade was going to be the only child now. Of course it would be a devastating thing, but definitely not something shockingly unusual, and it’s an interesting thing to consider. Oh and of course these two would kill for fun, we know they are considered really dangerous even by the merpeople standards lol

As for fae, I’m not sure if they have the same necessity to kill to survive, but there are so many different types of fae, so maybe it differs from one species to another. The fact that they live longer and are in general tougher than human beings would make them a bit too “careless” around people though: people are too fragile, their lives are short and they are afraid of death. I feel like it’s not very common for fae to reflect on these things either; I think Lilia’s position on the matter is quite rare. The grandpa is very open-minded…

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lowcallyfruity · 6 months ago

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I feel like throwing a bunch of random Twst ships at you now, so let’s seeeeee:

Ace x Deuce?

AppleJuice

RookVil

(You don’t have to do all three if you don’t want to)

I will do all 3 bc I love yapping

It will be under the cut 👍

Also sorry if there are any mistakes or it doesn’t make sense it is 3am

ADEUCE

What made you ship it?

Their main story interactions… cause why are you two kinda gay for eachother … like okay…you might need to sort that out later… but yeah going through main story like 😱🏳️‍🌈❓⁉️

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I LOVE THWIR STUPID ASS DYNAMIC ???? DUMBASS X DUMVASS 😭😭😭⁉️⁉️⁉️ THWYRE just dumb high schoolers and they’re also best of friends… they are mean to eachother but they would support eachother…. I hate them .

Insert that one meme that’s like “your relationship with your best friend is borderline homosexual and I think that’s beautiful” or whatever

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Erm not really an unpopular opinon. And more of me being a nerd . But I would like it if people would explore more into their relationship? And put more depth into it then just looking at ‘surface level’ them. Their dynamic and how that would affect both of them. How their relationship would affect when and how they date and the conflict it could cause idk. I like making ships deep. Like . I literally have a whole ass timeline for them 💔🙏 I’m insane

🟥🟦🟥🟦🟥🟦🟥🟦🟥

Apple juice

What made you ship it?

That got darn beach scene in Vil’s chapter 😭🙏 they did not need to make it that homosexual. I read that and gasped. IN MY DISNEY GAME?!?!

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I love how they interact with eachother. They are very similar with personality and interests. I think it was sweet when deuce wanted to cheer him up or whatber. They are very sweet and chaotic and silly. Peak highschool relationship core.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

😭🙏 it’s one sided (AT LEAST TO ME LMFAOLL) that’s my personal hc for them 😭🙏 I ship it but like. In a one sided way. Deuce has the biggest fattest crush on Epel . And Epel is like “👍 deuce is cool” I can’t see them actually getting into a relationship. And if they did it wouldn’t really last long 😭🙏 (it’s still really cute tho 💛 shout out to the applejuice shipperd)

🟪🟦🟪🟦🟪🟦🟪🟦🟪

Rookvil

Okay rookvil is tricky because. I don’t ship them. But I also do ?

I do not ship them in my own universe. But I adore seeing fanart of them and ship them when it comes to other people doing stuff for them (does that make sense????) like ig I ship them in other universes lol idk 😭😭

I do not ship them bc I personally see them as cousins lmfao (but not actually related?) 😭🙏 rook is vils weird gay cousin in a way

I don’t know why I thought this? I just think it interesting to see Rook’s obsession and love for vil as something other than romantic, and have a more complex feel to it. I suppose. And it’s very hard for me to shake that feeling off ? I just think they can be complex 👍

But I also ship them because like. Cmon. We have all read the same stories. Faggot ass people. They’re very cute and I definitely see their appeal. Like holy shit. Gay as hell. It’s such a queer dynamic. The obsession the devotion. The understanding. It’s just so queer. And that’s comforting. I love seeing their art. People are so talented and passionate. Rookvil is just so real like hdndhdjdhfxjdhdhdbdhxjdh And rook is just freaky af. I love that guy . Got bles. Shout out to rook for being the gayest character ever.

So yeah 👍 ig seeing them as cousins/not lovers is my unpopular opinon LMFAO 😭🙏

Anyways shout out to rookvil because you can be whatever !!

#god damn I can yap allot #yeah sorry #I like talking #Ermm thank uuuuuu #💖💓💖💘 this was fun #💛! asks #💛! Namikins…

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roserorodraws · 2 years ago

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Oz & Eddie donutified. 28/03/2023

A few words about what it all means under the cut, because hell, I won’t let my shameless overthinking go to waste lol. (It's not a few words, it's long, be prepared).

EDWARD

So, kiwi and pennyroyal mint icing.

The kiwi is interesting, kind of a visual thing. You get that brown fruit, nothing spectacular but all fuzzy and kinda cute, then under that skin (skin that is edible but most often discarded because not very enjoyable to eat) you get that delicious shiny bright green thing! So that is, to me, little old Edward Nygma the forensics guy being discarded in favor of the Riddler. Though I would argue that Ed is tasty too but… he himself wouldn’t quite agree, would he?

As for the pennyroyal mint, I wanted something fresh and delicious and green, just like our Eddie, that would go well with a fruit (at that point I had chosen lime rather than kiwi but both work well with mint), so mint naturally came to mind. I looked into different types of mint, all very tasty, and pennyroyal can be toxic (even caused some deaths!) so I couldn’t choose anything else, really. Also I first misread its binomial name as Mentha Penguin instead of Mentha Pulegium soooo yeah. Do you believe in fate?

And the filling.

Answer to the riddle (I’ve never written a riddle before I hope this wasn’t too bad lol):

Mystery salts: My twentieth is capital, my twelfth a lesser case. But bring them together, and eighty-one they'll make.

“Capital” and “lesser case” are hints, you should look into letters. The 20th letter in the alphabet is T. The 12th is L. Bring T and l together, you get Tl. Tl is 81, because it’s the symbol of thallium, atomic number 81 in the periodic table. Also I called it “mystery salts” as in chemical salts. Soluble thallium salts you could put into food.

Yes it’s fucking THALLIUM FLAVORED. That is actually tasteless, but you’ll definitely start to feel the spice - so to speak - after a few hours. Fortunately, the filling is still delicious thanks to the star fruit base. This one was chosen for obvious reasons aside from being sweet & sour ⭐ ✨ Thallium, I chose for three reasons:

It is a grey metal, nothing special visually, but it makes bright green flames when burned. Good old Ed consumed by Riddler’s fire… Or unleashing his fire through Riddler? Also chemistry is cool and Ed agrees.

Ed’s donut needed to be murdery, obviously. Thallium is extremely toxic and has often been used as poison, including for murder :) Being tasteless is a great advantage in this context.

The guy put a bullet in a cupcake and I thought I’d honor the tradition. Something about him being tasty af but also toxic af. A dapper dude in shiny green is a dangerous thing. That is also why I chose a straight up toxic chemical element instead of looking for a toxic fruit or whatnot - it needed to absolutely not even remotely sound like it belonged there, like the bullet.

OSWALD

See the lace decoration I put there? There’s a nice little explanation behind it.

I was writing about Oswald’s identity, how he became who he is and how he embraced the whole Penguin thing. And I thought it would’ve been sweet if, after Gertrud’s death, he went back to his original name - Kapelput - as a way to honor her and put pride back in the name he discarded before.

So when I started drawing his donut, I really wanted some Hungary and some Gertrud in there, while not overpowering the rest of Pengy. I also wanted some elegant decoration, so I thought I’d check whether Hungary had some nice fabric, embroidery, etc. Something Gertrud would’ve probably liked. And indeed! I found out about Matyó embroidery.

The more I read about it, the more it fit (Source: nlc):

“ ‘Well, that’s no Matyó embroidery’ - we used to say disparagingly about an old-fashioned, slightly tasteless piece of clothing. “ Oswald is nothing if not stylish. He would learn this phrase in Hungarian and insult his pawns during important meetings when he can’t just lash out, hiding the snark under the language barrier.

The name apparently comes from a king, King Mátyás. Nothing less for the king of Gotham.

The most known motif is the red Matyó rose… A red rose is a symbol of love and passion - who better than Oswald, a man of heart and all its whims, could wear it? Also, the story behind this rose is about finding a clever solution to an impossible, dangerous situation, which is also very Oswald. The story, translated as well as I can from the linked article:

“The devil kidnapped the groom of a Matyó bride and demanded a bunch of roses as a ransom. However, since it was during winter, there were no roses blooming anywhere in the area, but the resourceful girl did not despair. She drew a copy of her huge apron, embroidered it with more and more beautiful blooming roses during the night, and then took it to the devil. The devil liked the gorgeous dress and the girl's creativity so much that he was forced to return the groom, so the expected wedding took place without any problems.”

I first drew it in full color, as close as possible to the real-life stuff, but it wasn’t very Oswald, so I only kept the patterns and changed it to dark lace. Just the ghost of his mother - she isn’t there anymore, after all, but her influence and love will follow him until the end.

And now the flavors…

First, the icing:

Apple - the forbidden fruit, of course. You don’t just refuse Oswald anything. If you tell him the apple is forbidden, he’ll soon be an apple magnate (or in this case an apple donut) - and you’ll be dead or worse. I specifically chose hidden rose apple, because it has a secret :) Its flesh is pinkish-red (hence why it works for this icing). You can read as much or as little symbolism as you like into this choice, as apples have a lot of history and beliefs attached to them. Personally, after much reading, I like the general sense of temptation and love it has. Oswald is all about that, passions. Wants. Love. And he’s certainly full of surprises, like the hidden rose… also, “hidden rose” in reference to red flesh. Red rose, then. Passion. How fitting.

Purple yam (ube) - tastes nutty and earthy. Big balls energy. Purple. Works great in pastries including donuts. Sometimes, a simple solution is best.

The filling:

Norton grapes. Thanks NBC’s Hannibal for showing me this one. Same color on the outside and on the inside, unlike most other grapes. “A grape with nothing to hide”, a grape that shows its true colors, a grape that finds strength and value in its identity. I’m talking about Oswald, of course, after he learns to do the same. Notably, Norton grapes are used to make red wine - Ozzie’s favorite thing after Ed - and it’s apparently a good one. I know nothing about wine though lol, I just drink it.

Black Prince Pepper. Ozzie got downgraded from king to prince but oh well, still royalty. I really wanted pepper in there, something well-known to the public but with bite and heat, thunder - something you don’t just bite and get away with it unfazed -, so I looked into purple peppers and found this one! It’s a tiny little pepper, but it can get really hot! It changes colors as it grows: purple, black, red. Oswald’s three colors :) yes I’m counting blood in there :)

I’ll let you decide whether the “it bites back” warning is literal or not.

ANYWAY. Did I spend wayyyyy too long thinking about a donut version of two fictional characters for a silly drawing, neglecting my real-life responsibilities in the process? Absolutely. Do I regret anything? Absolutely not.

Real talk though this was a really fun puzzle to figure out! I love how much thought and research I ended up putting into this. At first I just wanted to make nice looking donuts for the boys but… it got a bit out of hand. If you have any alternative flavours in mind for them I’d love to hear about it!

Thanks for reading, and have a very nice day!!! Think of me next time you eat a donut ~ 🍩

PS. I have a batman (mostly Telltale and soon Gotham) blog @thelordofthelaughs. Not very active rn but you never know.

#fanart #digital art #gotham #gotham fox #gotham tv #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #nygmobblepot #well. kind of.#long post

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