#also he's fighting in broad daylight which is new for them

[therealraewest]

"It's fine my dead ex-boyfriend is surfing a van through times square"

[serpentface]

A pair of Czekl drakes readying at a flower duel.

The one stretching and yawning is dressed in full dueling/dancing attire, which shows off material wealth via fine clothing and feathers while also exposing the sexiest part of his breeding plumage (in this culture it's the head and neck) and his flushed blue skin.

The other is his pair bonded partner, whose drab full body covering and clipped quills establishes that he is not available for reproduction this year, and meets expected modesty standards for a seasonally celibate drake. His presence makes his reproductively available partner more attractive to prospective hens, as it indicates that the celibate drake will have no offspring of his own this year and his full investment will be in his partner's young (and thus that of any hens who choose him).

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[Key for the typical sex assignments across qilik sexual variation:

Hen: Lays eggs, has duller coloration year-round, largest average body mass.

Drake: Produces sperm, has brighter coloration that molts into very colorful breeding plumage, skin seasonally flushes blue, smaller average body mass.

Faeder: Produces sperm and is usually physically indistinguishable from hens in average size and coloration. Can be anywhere between 1-25% of the sperm producing population.]

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Qilik species-wide descend from an ancestral mating system in which hens did not form pair bonds with drakes and played no role in raising subadult offspring, and rather would mate with chosen drake(s) and leave their eggs with the most favored suitor. Drakes would form long term pair bonds with other (usually related) drakes and cooperatively brood and raise young together. Faeder would wander through lekking grounds and opportunistically mate with hens (without having to directly compete with drakes) and play no further role in hatching/rearing their offspring.

They have brief windows of seasonal fertility triggered by the springtime increase of daylight hours (with some equatorial populations having their cycles triggered by seasonal rains instead). Most drakes experience a significant surge of testosterone which causes their springtime molt producing very bright new feathers and their skin to flush blue (if they are well-nourished).

Modern qilik have full behavioral plasticity that subjects this baseline mating system to tremendous cultural variation. There are some broad commonalities- drakes perform the majority of child rearing across most cultures, forms of drake sexual display (whether directly involved in reproduction or not) are nearly ubiquitous in the form of various cultural practices (dances, songs, mock or real combat, etc), and seasonal fertility is a purely biological trait and a universal.

The nomadic culture and heavily dispersed population of the Czekl people means reproductive arrangements are rarely made in advance. Rather, regional populations assemble in established locations during mid spring for a month-long event where the usually separated hen/faeder clans and drake clans can mingle. This is a time for trade, for drake parents to find suitable clans for any of their young adult hen/faeder children, and for individuals looking to reproduce to find a suitable (and highly temporary) partner.

In this culture, hens usually play no direct part whatsoever in their children's lives and may very well never see them hatched. Hens are believed to be the mechanism that supplies spiritual ancestral guardianship to their young, but their material responsibility begins and ends with finding a drake who can show himself to be strong, handsome, healthy, tied to a good clan, and economically secure enough to take good care of their offspring. This process is sometimes accomplished with simple meeting and talking, but the flashiest ways for drakes to advertise themselves is the flower duel.

This is a combination of a dance and a fight, in which available drakes congregate on a dueling ground, match up against the best looking rival they can find, and attempt to pin them to the ground while also dancing to chanted music and showing off their finest clothing and sexy feathers. Hens will watch these proceedings (usually aided by other members of their clan), and can approach anyone that catches their eye after the fact to converse and ensure that they have found a good father for their children. This also functionally provides a mechanism for drakes who do not have a pair-bonded male partner to attract a co-parent, and this culture's equivalents of romance stories lavish attention to narratives of flower duel rivals becoming enamored in the process of their mock battle.

Czekl culture places very little expectation on even temporary fidelity, and hens will often mate with multiple drakes per season and only provide their single egg (often of indeterminate siring) to the one they deem best. It's up to an individual drake to not only prove that he's extremely sexy and excellent father material, but that he can be good company for the week or so between the first (of usually many) acts of breeding and his reproductive partner(s) laying their eggs. While hens and drakes rarely form any sort of permanent bond in this culture (and aren't likely to see each other whatsoever for the rest of the year), these temporary friendships can be meaningful and enjoyable. There's plenty of things to do at this gathering besides just showing off and fucking, and temporary mates that actually hit it off will often bring their respective clans together to socialize and trade.

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The modesty standards of qilik cultures trend towards regulating attire of drakes more intensely than hens/faeder, especially when in breeding plumage and skin condition. Czekl society has fairly limited modesty standards, with the cloaca being the only part of the body expected to remain publicly covered in most contexts regardless of gender. The only major exception is that drakes who are choosing to remain celibate for the breeding season (or who have secured as many partners as they can handle) are expected to demonstrate this with full body covering. The exposure of seasonally blue tinted skin and breeding plumage is treated as an advertisement of full sexual availability, and uncovered drakes who refuse any mating are often subject to aggression and treatment as sexually deviant.

Czekl drake pairs typically take turns playing the reproductive role, hence the routine presence of seasonally celibate males at this event. A drake being able to display that he not only has a bonded partner but one who will remain nonreproductive for this season increases his chances of reproductive hookups. It tends to be assumed that partnered drakes will disproportionately invest in their own offspring, so having sex with a drake who has a celibate male partner is seen by most hens as guaranteeing a better future for the one and only egg they can lay each year.

This perception is a cultural bias rather than a response to behavioral drives, as partnered drakes do not actually show instinctive preference for their own young over that of their pair-bonded partner's. The evolutionary background for this is rooted in pre-behaviorally modern qilik male partners very frequently being biological brothers, and thus reaping selective benefits in mutual care for their related young. This is not as ubiquitously the case for behaviorally modern qilik, though incest taboos are rarely applied to bonded drake relationships. In the Czekl sphere, up to a quarter of these nonreproductive pair bonds are between male siblings.

It is exceptionally rare for qilik cultures to form taboos surrounding homosexual behavior between drakes, and when extent they tend to regulate actual sex acts rather than the forming of these pair bonds in of themselves. Less rare is acceptance of drake celibacy (outside of various religious contexts that dictate it), referring to complete/attemptedly lifelong abstinence from mating with hens. Czekl (and most central plains qilik groups) do not police the sexuality of drakes as aggressively as more intensely hen-matriarchal cultures do, but it’s still an expectation that all drakes will participate in bringing offspring to their clans over the course of their lives. Those who remain Serially (rather than seasonally) celibate are often subject to discrimination and sometimes even ousting from their own clans. The clan is the central unit of Czekl society and drake clans (treated as bloodlines) are sustained by their members providing offspring, so choosing never to do so is treated as imperilment of a clan's future.

Czekl drakes forming permanent pair bonds with hens is considered unnatural and deviant (though not aggressively policed, and very rare in practice), and forming these with faeder is HIGHLY stigmatized (faeder themselves are treated as barren hens in spite of their actual fertility, and are discouraged both from mating with hens and from forming bonds with drakes/joining drake clans). The practice of seasonally celibate drakes appearing in this public setting with full body covering has (culturally unintentional) functions in enabling these stigmatized drake/faeder pair bonds to fly under the radar (by giving an avenue for a faeder to hide her dull coloration and therefore sex assignment, under the guise of being a celibate drake), and allowing them to obtain offspring for themselves.

[fellthemarvelous]

Deny. Defend. Depose.

It is clear to those of us that live in America, the only people we truly have on our side are ourselves. The ruling class has made it clear we don't matter to them.

Luigi Mangione was arrested and happened to have every single piece of evidence on him that law enforcement was looking for, including the parts for the ghost gun, inside his backpack (that he also got rid of in Central Park containing the Monopoly money???). Either he was trying to get caught or that evidence was planted. And when he was being forcefully pushed into the jail, he hollered back to the press about "injustice" and "being an insult to the intelligence of American citizens and our lived experiences."

The people have now turned against corporate America and the CEOs and billionaires are fucking terrified. Nothing the news stations are saying to us are changing our minds. The American people have finally united over this issue and there is no going back for us. Whoever did kill Brian Thompson (and theories abound on the game The Adjuster is playing because no one plays Monopoly alone) exposed the very real divide that exists between every day citizens and the extremely wealthy. Things were easier for them to control when they were able to divide us, but now that we are aware of how uncertain our future is in America and seeing just how little we matter to the people who take our money, we have realized that we have more in common with each other than the people who control every aspect of our lives. We are waking up.

There isn't one person in this country who hasn't been a victim to the predatory scam that is private health insurance. Medical debt is the leading cause of bankruptcy in America, and many of us are one ambulance ride or hospital stay away from homelessness. We all know people who have died because the insurance company denied them the treatment they needed or waited until it was too late for an approval of a medical claim to matter anymore.

Recently, I decided to be tested for autism and ADHD. Not life-threatening or anything, but my life is still in shambles and I want to know if I'm going untreated for something else. Before being tested though, I was informed that the insurance company (Aetna) has said that they were going to cover the full cost of the testing I was having (which was six hours of testing by the way). She even made sure several times that they were, in fact, going to cover it in full and they said yes.

The same day that Brian Thompson, CEO of another horrible healthcare company, was murdered in broad daylight, I received a call from that doctor's office with the woman telling me that Aetna was now telling her they never agreed to cover my testing and that they are going to bill me for $1600 (where the hell am I supposed to get that?) and she is fighting them, but considering our lives don't matter to the people who tell us what healthcare we are and are not allowed to receive, I don't think they will feel compelled to change their minds because they are bloodsucking parasites who only care about lining their pockets while I don't even have $6 lying around, let alone $1600!!

Corporate America leeches off our taxes. They take and take and take and we see nothing in return. They raise prices on insurance coverage and then deny us the very coverage that we pay for. They poison our food, price gouge our poisoned food, and then force us to pay for the treatment we get when the food makes us sick. Corporate America profits off of our hard work, our taxes, our health, our lives, our deaths.

I don't know if this will reach a larger audience or not, but I wanted to talk about it on Tumblr because this platform seems to be a crossroads for every type of creative soul. I initially brought up this idea on TikTok earlier, but I want to see if it can get traction in other places as well since I have fewer than 3,000 followers on TikTok (and I have seen a small few express interest in my idea in the hours since I posted the video.)

We're busy being lectured by politicians and the news media because while they are clutching their pearls at what happened to Brian Thompson, the rest of us do not give one single flying fuck about what happened to him. As CEO of a for-profit health insurance company, he signed off on denied claims and death for those of us who struggle to make it from one day to the next. The sicker you are, the poorer you are, the more they force you to struggle and pay. The love to deny coverage because regardless of whether we live or die, they already have the money we are forced to pay them.

I don't condone murder at all, but I also don't care that he was murdered because he was guilty of murdering so many more people in this country through legal means because it's profitable. The CEOs are scared and there are wanted posters with their names and faces popping up in places. Every CEO of every healthcare company is guilty of murdering Americans and they continue to go unpunished for it because "it's just business".

So (if you've read this far) all of this previous rambling is to say that I keep thinking about how I want to make an impression. I want to continue upsetting the billionaires and the CEOs because corporate America is full of murderers who are legally allowed to decide whether we live or die based on which outcome will give them more money.

I have thought about the idea of creating a wall/constructing a wall somewhere as an art piece or something (making a statement) that will somehow honor the memory of people who died because insurance denied them care.

I know I definitely want it to say something along the lines of "In memory of those murdered by for-profit healthcare systems in corporate America". Something blatant. Loud. Something they are forced to look at every single day. Somehow. The wall could have images of those who are gone, or names of the person who died with the name of the insurance company responsible for their death underneath. Just something to make it clear that we see them for what they are. Something to avenge those who were sacrificed so billionaires and CEOS and shareholders could brag about record profits. Something that shows the whole world that American citizens are waking up to who the real monsters are.

The Adjuster (whoever he is or is not) has fanned the flames of revolution in America. He managed to unite us in a way I can't even recall before. It's not over. We know what happened to Brian Thompson was just the beginning, and corporate America only just now realized how much we actually hate them. A single shooter has sparked an awakening in America that is starting to snowball into something much bigger.

So if there is anyone out there who might be interested in collaborating on something like this, please let me know. I know we are all tired and demoralized and we have no money. I want to make a statement though, and I love doing that through art or writing. Collaborating with other people who have been through this same shit will also probably help us unite even more.

This is a watershed moment in American history.

In the words of Kanan Jarrus, Jedi Knight,

"There is a future for us. One where we're all free. But it's up to us to make it happen."

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ sharing is caring ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @formerlypeanut ˚₊ ⊹

ft. logan howlett, scott summers x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ ever since you started dating, logan noticed that scott’s (hidden) eyes have been wandering, and what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t let him indulge?┊2k words

contains: smut!! dom logan, scott & sub reader┊established relationship (logan & reader), voyeurism/cuckolding, nipple play, fingering, cumming untouched, masturbation (logan) 

➤ author's note: it’s been a while since i posted anything xmen related (or anything aside from squid game), but i still love them ^^ also the ending is so shit but oh well

logan’s been around for quite a while, it’s no secret. he knows how to read people and how things run by now, and if there’s anything he knows how to spot like it’s highlighted in neon, it’s attraction and desire for another. ever since he started dating you, he’s started becoming more watchful over what you do and the people you interact with (not in a controlling way, of course, he’s just territorial by nature and wants to keep an eye on his beloved to make sure she’s safe from how cruel and predatory the world can be), which has opened his eyes to something he’s never quite noticed before.

scott summers isn’t half as slick as he thinks he’s being.

he would be lying if he said he and cyclops were buddy-buddy with each other and didn’t butt heads every day, but he never thought he would have the audacity to flirt with his girl in broad daylight in front of him thinking he was being subtle.

practically everything about his behavior screams “i’m so into you, break up with your boyfriend and run away with me instead.” the way he leans into you when you speak to show you have his undivided attention, the way he rushes to fulfill your every request trying to beat him to punch, the way he likes to give little gifts that he claims reminded him of you, the way he puts extra effort when training in the danger room to flex in front of you, the way he laughs at a little too loudly at your stupid jokes whether or not they were actually funny— you get the point, everything he does is a sign of his desire and logan can see the heart eyes behind his stupid ruby shades. it’s so glaringly obvious that he feels like an idiot for not noticing it before.

even the other xmen have seen it for crying out loud. ororo and hank exchange a brief look with their eyes, mixed with slight concern and confusion like everyone didn’t already get the pitch you were taken (they both love the drama though, they just know how to hide their true feelings unlike a certain someone). kurt started nervously giggling and changing the subject like clockwork in fear of a fight breaking out. students whisper in the halls asking if scott has a death wish for pinning after the wolverine’s girl and betting on when he’ll tear him a new one for it.

for fucks sake, jean had even pulled the brunette aside at one point so he had no fucking excuse of pretending he didn’t know what he was doing.

“listen, you’re my best friend, and i’m telling you to give it up! you missed your shot, and you can try again if they break up, but as of now, she’s off limits.”

“you don’t get it, she would be so much better with me instead—“

“you’re being a dick! how would you feel if logan persistently went after your girlfriend the way you are?”

“that’s in a completely different universe, but even then, she would eventually pick me over him.”

yet surprisingly enough, logan doesn’t feel half as jealous or possessive as he thought he would, which was a shock to himself when he realized. i mean, who wouldn’t fall for someone as beautiful and amazing as you? he’s positive everyone at x-mansion has felt some type of romantic way about you to some extent at some point. he was just the lucky one who you shared affection for. scott was just another one of those people, and his role as the second male lead in your life could easily have been another guy or girl expressing their similar infatuation.

that’s why he’s standing behind him right now, hands on his shoulders, and pushing him along the hallways to your shared room. 

“listen, if you’re going to kill me, at least make me make my case—”

“i’m not gonna kill you, i just have a surprise for you.”

“if your surprise is gonna be adamantium claws in my face, i’m not interested—” there was no one in the mansion at the moment aside from the two of them as far as he’s concerned, since everyone else was doing an overnight field trip. this would be the perfect time for logan to finally dispose of him if he so pleased for all these weeks of constant annoyance. 

“no, you’re gonna love it, i promise.”

“the last time you said i would love one of your surprises, i was picking out porcupine quills from my ass for two hours—”

before he could finish his statement of the painful recollection, he was shoved into the dark bedroom. hearing the other man lock the door behind him, he closed his eyes and braced himself for a stabbing pain in his body. 

“scott? why are you just standing there? come over here,” your voice called out to him, feather-light like the wings of an angel.

he opened his eyes to find you lying in the bed, waiting for him, all pretty and wearing a little baby pink dress that was hitched up to show that you weren’t even wearing any underwear. you looked like something straight out of a wet dream, and he wondered if he was going to wake up at any moment now that he had gotten to the best part.

you were reluctant to agree to something like this, mainly because you were shocked logan suggested it at all. logan, someone who was willing and has gotten into fistfights with other men for so much as looking at you wrong, was suggesting that you have sex with another man. not just any man, scott summers whom he’s been openly fantasizing about punting into a nearby lake. he didn’t need to ask if you’re attracted to him because he already knows that he matches your type like a textbook. he’s seen your exes before, mostly brunettes with blue eyes, under six feet tall, with almost puppy-like personalities when it came to you. it matches summers perfectly. 

“see, i told you that you would like it.”

“there’s no way,” he said in disbelief, “there’s no way, you’re testing me and are going to kill me when i fail.”

“there’s no catch! i’m just trying to be nice. you know what they say, sharing is caring, or whatever.” logan realized how unbelievable he sounded at the moment, so he quickly moved on from his motivations straight to the chase, “you know she got all dressed up for you, bought a new outfit and everything. so are you gonna fuck her, or are you going to leave her hanging? ”

it took scott a second to process the entire situation, and he was trying not to make it obvious how excited he was by essentially jumping you. as he seated himself on the bed, you reached out to cup his face with your hand and pulled him in for a tender kiss. he’s clearly nervous, anyone would be, but after a moment of hesitation, he gave in, and his hands began to wander over every inch of exposed skin visible to him. you’re softer than clouds and sweeter than cotton candy, it made him wonder if his teeth would start rotting if he let himself indulge too deeply.

before he could lower himself to kiss your neck and go any further, he became increasingly aware of the wolverine’s presence and his intense gaze watching both of you, “are you going to join or just sit there and watch or…”

“i’ll just watch,” he gruffed, settling himself in a nearby loveseat. “i don’t think you want me to outperform you.”

scott bit the inside of his cheek, choosing to overlook the subtle insult and making up his mind to prove him wrong. trying his best to ignore the man, he continued to kiss you until your plush lips were almost swelling and bruised, knowing that this would probably be the last and only time he’ll be able to hold you in his arms like this as long as you were with logan. he didn’t want to be too rough with you, even if it was taking every ounce of his being not to sink his teeth into your tender flesh and ruin your unblemished skin with hickies all along your neck and chest. 

his fingers trailed down your torso, undoing the ribbons of your lingerie and finally exposing your fully nude body to him. god, you’re so beautiful, like something straight out of a late-night fantasy. he wanted to take his time to care and worship you, to treat you delicately like you were a frail marble statue of aphrodite that would crumble if he was too rough. the pads of his thumbs experimentally flicked against your sensitive nipples, listening to you let out a soft whine at the sensation before his mouth moved to take one in his mouth.

your nails grazed against his scalp as your fingers tangled with his locks, tugging on them gently when his other hand came up to pinch at the neglected one. it feels different from usual, obviously— you’re in bed with an entirely different man than the one who confessed to you on that moonlit night. scott feels so much more gentle, like how logan was with your first time together, feather-light touches and eyes constantly flickering over to yours to make sure you were alright before proceeding, but there was a hint of urgency and desperation in his actions as if he was trying to prove something.  

contrary to what everyone else believes, you aren’t completely unaware of his feelings towards you. it would be difficult not to notice with how obvious he could be at times, but it was easier to pretend that you didn’t when you didn’t want to hurt him. he’s a nice guy, he really is, the type you could see yourself falling for in another timeline, but not this one.

that’s how it was, how it was supposed to be, but he’s in the one in bed with you, dipping his fingers into your needy heat and making you moan as he curls them into your sweet spot. your eyes open for the first time since you started, his head held low against your chest and the tips of his ears blushing a barely noticeable pink. your gaze trailed over to your boyfriend in the corner, the dark not obscuring him in shadows. it was impossible to know what he was thinking, if the possessive wolverine was regretting his decision with how silent he was even though his intense staring could be felt by both of you. one thing’s for sure though, he’s never one to skip a show, and if you strained your hearing just enough, you could hear his heavy breathing with a spit-slicked hand fisting his cock. 

your entire body was enveloped in a feverish warmth as his index and middle moving in a scissoring motion that was stretching you out so sweetly, so soaked that the sound of the squelching was making you embarrassed as it dripped all over his hands and the fabric of the bedsheets below. all the while, he was pathetically rolling his hips into the mattress. he wasn’t thinking of his own pleasure at the moment, all he wanted was to get you off and make you cum around his fingers like he would occasionally dream of late at night. 

his name feels so foreign on your lips when you cry it out followed by a swear, a little wrong, yet so right at the same time. the sight of you reaching your climax because of him, crystal tear droplets forming at the corner of your eyes and your head thrown back into the pillow as your thighs quiver around his waist— it was all too much for him, and he stilled as his own orgasm overcame him, shooting blanks in his underwear and leaving a barely noticeable wet patch. he swears his vision went completely white for a moment, struck by stars like a cartoon character would be. 

while the two of you held each other close, logan couldn’t help but think that you could be a better match than he initially thought. maybe he’ll let this continue for a little while longer… but only after he joins and stakes his claim on you, just as a little reminder of who you really belong to. 

request

Listen but I’d love to see you do a Logan x Reader x Scott threesome that let’s say… started from Logan knowing Scott has a crush on his girl 👀👀👀👀I wanna be sandwiched between them so bad it’s unreal and I want Scott to suck on my tits 

[thatisratbehavior]

since many of you wanted to hear of my nevermore au….

may I present a hopefully intelligible explanation on my au,

the departeds✨✨✨

(i wrote this forever ago just forgot to post)

So it’s a nevermore au that takes place in like the 1900’s-1910’s in heavily industrial america. Also a lot of characters (2) die, and i really should kill off a third, but i’m not sure who. maybe will… also theres a lot of pistols.

The majority of the characters save for Annabel, Prospero, and Lenore are a found family of impoverished youth that live in like a slum and work in a factory. Of course this removes a lot of animosity between those characters that was present in canon, but it works here since they’re in a position where it’s crucial to rely on each other. Duke and Montresor are kind of the guardians, as they are the oldest, at 17. (Will is as well, but he’s quiet and doesn’t draw much attention to himself unless Monty draws it to him.)

They are definitely considered outsiders, they’re a mix of people that their peers and neighbors don’t find to be quite savory. Of course this means fights are inevitable, an incredibly heated one—where both assailants are unusually armed—costing both the assaulter’s lives, but also the life of their beloved Eulalie.

What then? Not only have they just killed someone, but one of their own has perished as well. They decide to run away, after burying their friend—no, their sister—and promise they will come back to see her.

One they reach the more rural area, they come across Lenore, who is the daughter of a train conductor. She offers to smuggle them along to a more wealthy area, sharing her own dreams for a better life, one away from her father. Upon reaching what they think is the city of their dreams, they meet Annabel Lee, whose father is monopolizing on the coal industry. They also met her adoptive brother Prospero, who immigrated from Italy with his mother. His mother had married Annabel’s father for financial opportunities, despite the fact that she is unhappy with the relationship.

They additionally meet a pair of bitter twins (who i’ve based off the deans) who immediately takes a dislike for the group of kids Annabel and Prospero (along with his mom) are hiding in their large attic away from their unobservant father. A *great* dislike. They start to try and assimilate to the culture of the wealthy, carefully taught by their new acquaintances, but the twins have all the more reason to try and get rid of them. They think these kids are *filthy*, they want them dead. 

This only heightens Monty and Duke’s defensiveness of their family, eventually challenging them both to a pistol duel in the open square. But the twins don’t play fair, aiming not to shoot the men before them, but to shoot their family. Now they have a bleeding Ada and Pluto on their hands, and a rift between them is beginning to form. Some of them blame Monty and Duke for their failure to protect their family, while others are simply enraged by the tricks that have been pulled.

Upon losing a second sister, Berenice is sent back to Eula’s death. She steals a gun directly from Annabel’s father, and openly shoots the two twins in broad daylight. Shoots them and runs. And so the stowaway are found out, forced to flee. Annabel’s father doesn’t want to have anything to do with the likes of *them*. Only Pluto remains, still nearly dead, as well as Lenore, hidden as she and Annabel have fallen deeply in love.

Their new lives can hardly be considered fortunate. It is only Morella, Duke, William, and Monty. They hardly have anything, and tensions are high. 

With the rise of theatre at the time, they collectively decide to go into the show business, though it doesn’t pay well at first. However, they are soon employed bu the enigmatic owner of a theatre company (based on the raven??), which happens to be well known, and makes decent funds. However the success is not long lived, as during one of their performances, their theatre catches fire, destroying it all. 

aaaand thats about where i have it! Maybe i’ll kill off someone else, maybe not, maybe everyone should die, you know, for the plot :3

Also, there’s a playlist!!!

[positivexcellence]

Jensen Ackles Gets Us Fired Up for His New Prime Series Countdown

AMAZON'S PRIME VIDEO is in the Jensen Ackles business—and if you've seen his performances on the Prime Video hit The Boys and its spinoff Gen V, you know you'd want this man in your corner too. Not only is he starring in an upcoming The Boys prequel, Vought Rising, but today, Prime Video is announcing Countdown, a 13-episode crime thriller that will premiere worldwide with three episodes on Wednesday, June 25. As part of the exclusive announcement with Men's Health, the streamer also offered up a first look at the series.

Ackles stars as Mark Meachum, an LAPD detective recruited into a secret task force consisting of undercover agents from across various branches of United States law enforcement. They've been assembled to investigate the mysterious case of an officer with the Department of Homeland Security who was murdered in broad daylight without any suspects or leads at the scene. As they hunt for the killer, they begin to unravel a larger and larger plot that could end with not only one dead victim—but millions of them.

The show was created by showrunner and executive producer Derek Haas, who wrote the screenplays for movies like 2 Fast 2 Furious and 3:10 to Yuma, and who brought us the NBC mainstays Chicago Fire, Chicago P.D., and Chicago Med. So at its helm is a writer who knows high octane thrillers—with a healthy dose of levity to balance things out. "I grew up loving action movies like Die Hard, Lethal Weapon, Rush Hour, and Beverly Hills Cop, so those wild character-based, set piece-based action thrillers are always in the back of my mind," Haas says. "I like it when the heroes have a bounce in their step and love their jobs, versus the depressed, I’m-haunted-by-what-I’ve-seen type of characters."

But that doesn't mean Haas doesn't flirt with the dark side of his story either. Viewers, he says, can come for a "crime story with huge stakes, but stay for the drama and the romance and the humor and the twists and all the emotional turns with the characters." But, he adds, "I think they will be surprised by how involved they become with not only our protagonists’ lives, but also the villain’s. When they get to episode 10 of 13, they'll see something they haven’t seen in this genre before. No spoilers!"

Ackles has been acting in TV for almost 28 years, so stunt work, fight prep, and immersing himself in the highly technical aspects of the world his character inhabits is all old hat. But that doesn't mean he's not in the gym prepping as if it's the first time.

"I like to make sure I’m in shape for the long hours and stunt work," Ackles says. "I did do some brush-up on my firearms training; In fact, we went to a training facility in California where Keanu Reeves does his gun training for John Wick." To him, that didn't pose the biggest challenge. Instead, it was getting used the acronym-heavy lingo of law enforcement.

"The police jargon, talking in acronyms, was not something I'm overly used to. We had consultants to help with that," he says. "Most of my questions were about what the acronyms mean and familiarizing myself with the terminology–rather than how to bust down a door."

Ackles describes the series as one with a big, cinematic scope. "The camerawork is mostly handheld which gives the show a lot of energy," he says, "It’s high energy, high stakes, and there’s a lot of momentum that pushes each episode." But he and Haas both point to the chemistry between the characters as the biggest draw.

The show boasts an ensemble that Haas calls "an embarrassment of riches"—one that includes Eric Dane, who immediately became a steady hand and guiding force on set. "We formed a brotherly bond quickly and it was so great to have someone who’s a veteran in series television to connect with," Ackles says. "He was like a North Star for the entire cast." Haas adds: "Eric is a natural, dynamic, thoughtful team leader."

As for Ackles, he's exactly the kind of protagonist Haas has always been drawn to.

"Jensen has that innate natural joy and love for what he does that not only translates perfectly to the character he plays, but elevates everyone around him, myself included," Haas says. "He is genuinely, enormously funny and I would ruin takes by laughing out loud from the monitors 30 feet away. Our sound men Ron and Kevin would gesture at me like Cool it! and I’d just shrug. What am I gonna do?"

If Haas found himself charmed by Ackles, he is far and away not the only one. After his 15-year run on the cult show Supernatural, he's amassed a huge and loyal built-in viewership. What will they find when they tune in?

"There’s plenty of action and adventure but there’s also humor and a lot of heart in the show, especially in the way the characters relate to each other," Ackles says. "Which feels like it aligns with a lot of the things I’ve done before. For example, with Supernatural, yes we were dealing with demons and ghosts, but the heart of the show was the brother’s relationship, that they would die for each other, or for the greater good. I think there’s a similar theme here. These are outcast officers that don’t necessarily find comfort with their unit, they’re renegade mavericks in their departments, and they see themselves within each other. I think the fans will react to that."

[newkatzkafe2023]

The monkey Kings reaction to meeting teen Titans nya nya reader. Human turning into pink tigeress demon. Good combat skills

(Not sure if you know who I'm talking about 😅)

Ohhhhhhhhhh I remember that Girl, she kicked beast boys butt🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(Lmk Wukong) Man you were so cute and unsuspecting can you imagine the shock he felt when he saw your demon form. He met you at a karaoke bar Mk invited him too as he just watched him and Mei have fun, until he noticed a small stare. He looked over to see you giggling making him blush and you came over to talk to him and you both hit it off. After dating for a over a year You trusted him enough to show him your full demon form, which was of course a monkey cat hybrid. What you didn't expect was for him to Squeal so hard he fall over, due to how adorable you are, at least you don't freak him out😅🤣

(NR Wukong) This dude was definitely flirting with you, when you both met. He purred and gave you all kinds of nicknames the one standing out most of all was Kitten, he met you when Li and Su had dragged him to a karaoke bar downtown donghai. You were on stage singing to a crowd already dancing like a cat, making him cat call you from across the bar. You giggled and finished your song, now found yourself being wooed by an older monkey man. It wasn't until a few months of dating was when he found out about your actual Kitty form, you wasted know time beating up those guys whom tried to mug you. Well let's just say your new name is now curvy kitty 😉😉😉

(HIB Wukong) Oh yeah he's absolutely baffled by this discovery especially when you were a surprisely good fighter. He was not at all expecting you to keep up with him in a fight, it was a interesting experience. You both met at a tea shop where he was buying stuff for the children when you came up and talked to him. Wukong sighed as he just listened to you, already getting use to getting that from Luier But it was because of your boldness that you both were close. It was until one day you went to see him and saw he was getting attacked by some demons by his house, your feline form was show as you shredded though those guys like tissue paper. At the end Wukong was both impressed and getting smothered with affection now.

(MKR Wukong) Did not like you at all at first, especially with the unsuspecting ass whooping he and pigsy got from you. It was all pigsy's fault too!!!! you were a young woman doing her shopping and Pigsy would not go away, so you turned and insult pigsy telling him you wouldn't date a lard tub of lard which made Wukong get pissed because only he can insult pigsy. The exchange quickly got heated by no time and Wukong was getting sick of the bull and was ready to fight you more, but you changed into your cat form and beat up both of them in Broad daylight. since then Wukong hasn't stopped following you, both demanding for a rematch and a date🤣😤

(Netflix Wukong) YOU ARE SOOOOO CUTE HE COULD DIE SOMEHOW 🤩🥰. His favorite thing about you are you ear and he just loves to pet and scratche behind them. Your cat demon for was beautiful, soft and adorable and he loves more then ever when you bring it out. He also loves to have sparring sessions with you as a date and for you both to train together. He also loves to cuddle you despite the ink marks you would rarely leave.

(BMW Wukong) He was admittedly impressed and surprised by your true beauty he'll give you that, but I feel he would underestimate you.he would tease you with cat toys, red dots and tuna. the final straw being when he gave you a bag of catnip you got so angry he got to see your full, curvy, fierce demon form before you gave his ass a black Bruise for each eye. Ever since then he got right away of flirting and trying to court you, after being used as your Scratching post.

(Destined one) He discovers something new everyday especially when he discovered you, you were super cute and knew how to fight people on sight with those beautiful sharp claws. The Destined one was definitely blushing whenever you would kiss and lick his face trying to groom and clean him. The Destined one would also be mortified but also kinda impressed That you were able to single handily take him down. He would love to discover more about you though your dates🥰

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🐈

[prinzrupprecht]

Okita x female reader accidentally making them cry in a argument

Kind of using the old layout. Normally I make new ones. Anyway this will be Okita making fem!reader/your OC cry. Situation is a bit different than what happened in the manga.

Synopsis: normally you never upset him until you got yourself in dangerous situations. This started when you wanted to help them beat Serizawa’s faction. He was against you helping them in any way. This caused a major argument because what were you then? You were supposed to be a fighter. Little had you known he was doing so to protect you.

Warnings? Some Chiruran spoilers.

WC: 962

You had done it again. You went against their orders and spoke to Niimi in private about Abiru’s death who was suddenly killed and you suspected him. Souji was furious along with Hijikata. You put yourself in a dangerous situation. It was practically forbidden to get into altercations with other members or else you have to seppuku.

“It doesn’t matter, I want to be the one to kill Niimi.” Saitou was also mad at you for taking the matter into your own hands.

“I know he was the one that killed Abiru… it’s just… not fair.” He was clenching his fists tightly before storming out of the room. You weren’t wanting to kill Niimi but you wanted to know the reason why he killed him.

“Why did you go?” Okita pulled you to the side. He was now an executive of the newest Aizu domain unit called the Shinsengumi.

“I don’t know, I was mad. Do you need to question everything I do?” You brushed him off. Your heart was stammering in your chest and Souji was ignoring what you had said to him.

Souji was someone closer to you than the others. Even when you’ve wanted to be alone, he always somehow liked your company and silence. He started to grow worried over the years when you became more involved in their fightings. He even brought such concerns about how he didn’t want you to fight and get hurt. Not after the first time when you two were teens and got severely injured. Souji was crying and blaming himself over your injuries against some ronin who had attacked you in broad daylight. Souji had since, been more cautious and refused to let you get hurt again.

“That's not… why I’m upset. Niimi-san could’ve done something to you or Serizawa-san—"

“He’s right,” Yamanami over heard you two talking but decided to stay out of it. The tension between you and Souji was getting heated from the looks of it.

“I’m fine, they won’t do anything to me.” You huffed and Souji was growing irritated the more you were refusing his orders. He was one of the higher-ups and you were disobeying him? How could you be so certain they won’t hurt you?

You could feel his eyes burn in the back of your head. “Could you at least tell me if you were going to do something like that next time?” Souji wanted to call your decisions stupid which would’ve been the first ever he had said something mean to someone. He was upset and hurt over it. Niimi was a creep and someone to not trust and the fact you went into Kamo’s residence could’ve meant anything. It terrified him. You were someone too important to him to lose.

“Why? So you could stop me? I was mad and I just… wanted some form of closure over what happened to our comrade.” You were holding back from bursting into tears. Now he’s mad at you… he could understand how you felt but it was too rash to barge into the other residence to demand answers.

“What you did was idiotic… and it pains me to see you do that. Don’t you think of the others? Me? Kondo?” Souji was clenching his jaw in anger but he didn’t or wouldn’t ever raise his voice at you. He was not that kind of man. He still very much cared and loved you despite if you never wanted him.

Souji didn’t know what to say for a moment. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, that is all.” He looked down despondently. Why was he being a coward of his own feelings? You knew he loved you more fondly than platonic, but were you pushing him away? You fell silent and he spoke again.

“Next time you disobey orders, Kondo-san may have to relieve you from your duties.” He stopped as he saw you sob quietly on your mattress from bottling up your emotions from the past few hours. You couldn’t bare the thought of leaving and he was right.

“I— I’m sorry, you– you should leave me alone. Th–The damage is done, wh— what more is there? You don’t— you don’t want me to get hurt… but what about you? I worry about you and everyone else…” you couldn’t help but hiccup half your sentences but Souji stayed and instead walked over to you and put his arms around you while leaning against your side to give you no space. You were trying to calm yourself down but your breathing was a bit too heavy.

You looked over at him as you accepted his embrace and wrapped your arms around him as well. “I’m sorry, Souji. I’ll try to think more rationally next time,” you croaked out as you were the one mostly leaning into him now. Were you tired now? He wanted to stay with you longer but you didn’t tell him to leave again. Maybe he could enjoy this moment more.

“Can I… stay? For the night?” Souji quietly asked. You looked up to him and smiled despite the painful day you had.

“I want that… more than anything right now.”

[coupleoffanfics]

Future Child

Okay, Batsis reader. Right? On board? This is around the time when y/n has given up the nightlife and hasn't detached herself from the family.

I'm gonna go off the wall and say what if the family was visited by y/n's child from the future? I know it sounds crazy, but please listen. The family could run a DNA test or the child could walk up to Bruce in broad daylight and whisper, "Hello, flying rodent".

They won't reveal their name, so they're just called V.

During their time there Dick would be so tempted to ask about the future. Maybe not things specifically about his life because he knows they can't answer questions like that. But he'll ask just stupid questions like do cats have jetpacks or something? He'd also try to get to know his nephew. What they like, personality, etc.

Tim and Bruce would be poking at them on how they got here. Though Bruce probably had to take a moment to crack a smile for a split second. He was going to be a grandpa one day and the thought made him tear up. It's just happy news all around for him but he wouldn't dare show it.

Damian would be observing them closely and taking note of their outfit which looked to be something a hero would wear. Making him wonder what kinda of hero they were and if they were any good at fighting. Both Jason and Barbara just stood back from the situation. Babs is still in a bit of shock but is happy to hear that y/n was able to gain the domestic lifestyle she wanted.

y/n's child gives them a gist of how ended up here without giving names. Dick would notice V glancing around the cave and offer to give them a tour. They except of course. He takes note of how V doesn't seem into small talk but asks a lot of questions. The whole family picks up on how X asks a lot of questions about y/n. Their mother. It's odd and a bit worrying to Bruce, but the others just think that y/n didn't talk too much about her time as Batgirl.

Everything is relatively calm until y/n walks into the Batcave for her laptop. V's calm, almost stoic mood is dropped. Tim and Bruce see how V almost took a step forward, but reluctantly stood still. How V started rapidly blinking their eyes and struggling to look at y/n.

Dick would probably zoom up to y/n with a big smile, "Hey, Mama bird, did you get the diapers?" And y/n just gives him a confused, maybe even sacred look.

Everything is going fine. The family is working together on getting them to their time. Cool, yeah, whatever.

But what if there's just something that triggers V. It could be something that was said or asked that leads V and y/n to argue. It's not even arguing. It's just V spilling out grievances about their father and kind of insulting y/n.

"I can't believe you'd still defend him even before you met him. How rich."…"You didn't plan me, but Dad did and you were somehow okay with it? I was only there to keep you down, but what about the other two? Did you love them more because Dad didn't plan them?"…"Dad may have cared about you, but not us. You weren't a monster like him, but letting him get away with so much makes you just as guilty."…"You're both broken people. Maybe you two are meant to be."

V storms off and y/n retreats to her room. Everyone is dumbstruck by this sudden revolution.

Eventually, V does apologize to y/n. When she awkwardly accepts, they get misty-eyed because they really didn't mean to say any of that. They know how she doesn't take the apology, not entirely, and they feel like shit. They do care about their mom, despite all that they said.

When it's almost time for V to return back to the future they pull the whole family aside. Excluding y/n so she won't hear what they're going to say.

"As you guessed my Dad wasn't the best. Mom never talked about any of you and with Dad being a villain I could understand why. He's not a good person in general. Mom deserved better, so this time around try doing a better job. Don't let her slip away or be taken away. If I'm born then you know you failed."

This resonates with the family and brings up questions that won't be answered anytime soon. I could see this leading the family to become yandere or overprotective. Either one is fine because their efforts are futile.

If going down the Yandere route then I could see them becoming so overbearing that y/n runs from them. They control her life. Who she talks to, where she goes, what she does. She can't live like this and she runs away when given the chance.

If going down the protective route then it's slightly better than the Yandere one. At least in terms of their relationship. They pay extra attention to her and check up on her regularly until one day she just disappears.

In each route, They'd keep a close eye on any guy that has similar physical features (ex: hair, eyes). Since V has stated they look more like their father. When she does go missing they'll search high and low for her, but there isn't anything that would locate where she is. Her disappearance keeps them up at night for many years until a vaguely familiar person visits the manor.

They awkwardly introduce themself, "Hi, my name is..."

They failed.

If anyone wants to write about this idea then go ahead. Doesn't even have to be the Batfamily. I won't write about it unless asked. I'm just not married to the idea. It almost 2 in the morning I need sleep.

[solar-plant-princess]

Everything I see and hear about the live action remake of Avatar is just a spit in the face. It’s so disrespectful to the characters. The writing is a mess and unfocused. And they routinely attempt to sanitize and soften all the characters, deflating the value and purpose of their character arcs.

There is nothing they can do to salvage this. The actors deserve far better than to be stuck in this poorly written disaster.

This is the end state of all soulless cash grab remakes. Gut out all the worthwhile character development in order to make room for empty set pieces and gags in a desperate attempt to replace heart with a modicum of entertainment value. They aren’t interested in telling a new or even good story, they just want to cash in on brand recognition and will take out all the worthwhile stuff and add unnecessary fluff the whole way.

Don’t give them anymore money, don’t watch the show, don’t watch the future seasons. Don’t waste your time on a show that will only ever respond to you wanting genuinely good content with a spit to the face.

Also the meta level sexism of removing ALL of Katara’s personality is just disgusting (same with literally every other named woman character, the genuine misogyny from the writers is on full display the entire time), it’s literally on par with the play episode where the actress is constantly whining about “hope” while doing nothing else, that’s legitimately where they are at.

Zuko fights back against his dad, and doesn’t even mention his honor ever, so what’s even the point of his redemption arc if he had that in him from the start?

Aang doesn’t run away from his responsibilities (or the Air Temple for that matter, he just gets caught in a storm by chance) or need to learn how to accept being the Avatar, or even feel guilt about what happened to the Air Nomads so what’s the point of his arc?

Sokka doesn’t need to unlearn his false bravado or learn how to be a real leader, literally being written out of the Jet episode where he was the starring protagonist, so what’s the point of his arc?

I’m willing to put actual money on Toph’s parents actually just letting her leave and in fact will not even condescend to her about her disability. What’s the fucking point of this show if none of the characters are allowed to have any flaws or growth or personality????

(I also simply can’t ever forgive them for the broad daylight murder and butchering of Suki. Taking a strong confident leader who humbled Sokka by force into accepting that women were just as worthy and capable as men and made him not just accept but embrace her culture. To a spoiled brat that spends her entire screen time being boy crazy, and teaches Sokka literally nothing other than some fighting moves while THANKING him for “bringing the world to me”, by which she means being a boy she can oogle at. This isn’t Suki, this isn’t Katara, the writers are beyond sexist pigs for this shit.

They wanted to improve Sokka’s reputation that wasn’t even threatened and in turn reduced every single named woman to flat-caricatures of incapable, quiet, obedient, boy obsessed little girls all of which rely entirely on the men in the show to do anything.

This is beyond the pale in overt but unacknowledged misogyny which is an insult to every member of the audience especially all the women in the audience. They make it very clear they actually just agree with not-that-covert sexism and patriarchy and it’s disgusting. Never watch this show, dear god never show this to kids who might pick up on this dogshit misogyny)

[rsventhesecondd]

chapter one — friendly visit ! @rsventhesecondd

note . english is not my first language, some parts may seem rushed or ooc in other peoples opinion. (๑´·.̫ · `๑) authors note . I'm gen gonna explode, my tumblr has been malfunctioning again and this isn't the first time it deleted my work. I've lost the other chapters and now I have to rewrite it again ): I didn't notice until I checked my inbox , so this is rushed and not proof read, so sorry !! (*´д`*)

masterlist – next chap

"Come here you bastard!" Sakura shouts as he runs towards Sugushita, throwing a punch that was then blocked. 

"Suo, do something!" One of the students said.

"Why don't you stop them?" He says with his signature smile, whilst the other two rambled. 

"HELLO EVERYONEE!" The same high pitched ring echoed throughout the room — a familiar voice speaking as the students bowed. The fight between the two then immediately stopping. 

"Huh? How does this work?" 

"You're pushing the wrong button idiot, the mic is working!" A second voice shouted behind the speakers

"Oh" 

"Well anyways! All of you gather at the rooftop tommorrow at 8:20am. we're celebrating a very important day today, okay? I hope you get along, I'm sure you guys wouldn't fight in broad daylight— right? Well, take care!" Said Umemiya, before finally turning of the speakers, a sigh of relief coming from everyone as the ear deafening pitch finally stopped. 

Sugishita on the other hand, tried to wipe the blood off his nose that was resulted by Sakura punching him earlier. 

"Wiping your nose won't help, everyone saw you two fighting, you know" Said Suo who was then shotted by a glare. 

What a normal day in furin Highschool!

The day finally came, and of course, every furin student gathered at the rooftop in anticipation. After all, word has it that all of the four kings will be present. 

"Thank you for gathering everyone," Umemiya said, familiar faces right behind him. Which of course people noticed, right after they gave a bow. 

"As you all know, today is a very special day." He says with a serious face. "Today is.." 

He cuts off, leaving everybody looking at him as their anticipation grew higher. Was another gang coming at them? Was there a new king? 

"Somebody's birthday!!" 

'Huh?' 

Was what the students wondered. 

Who was so important that everyone was gathered? Who was so important that finally, Umemiya was early? 

Was what kept repeating all around the 'silent' murmers of each student. And of course, one student, being the person he is, he didn't hesitate to speak. 

"What the hell—" Shouted Sakura before quickly leaning back at the door suddenly barging open. 

"Whoops. Sorry, I didn't mean it to be that loud." Said a feminine voice before walking in. 

Now, there was one thing on the young boys mind. Which, once again, he didn't hesitate to let out. 

"Huh? Who the hell are you?" He said in his usual aggressive tone. Well, the usual was done and he was cut off, this time by Nirei as he forced Sakura to bow. 

"Of course you don't know. That's one of the furin kings!" Nirei said, quickly taking out his notebook. 

"She's also Umemiya's sister, and see that katana behind her back? That's—" Nirei rambled on.

Well, coming back to you,

You quickly made your way onto your older brother, flashing the same bright smile that he always had on his face. 

"[Na-me]!" Umemiya exaggeratedly said being the person he is. 

As much as you missed your brother, there was something that still lingered in your mind. Your eyes wandering off just for a moment until it lands on a familiar face. You found your brothers usual dramatic antics coming out from your ear to the other as you focused your gaze on the man behind him. 

"I thought you would be late, [Name]"  Said Hiragi, moving slightly towards you. 

You felt your eyes lighten up more, as you spoke with your usual tone. "Huh? What're you talking about?" You spoke. "I'm never late." 

—

"Woah, Hiragi-san — are you smiling?" Asked one of the students. 

"Get back to work with the preparations!" 

—

@tsunderelover07

[thebiscuiteternal]

For the jam:

Due to an experiment gone wrong, Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao switch personalities (not souls!) for a while

Or a lot less people get killed because Xue Yang is too busy stopping his boss from committing crimes in broad daylight.

Hmmmmm, this one's a toughie. I hope you don't mind notes instead of fic.

Okay, first off, I can't decide which is funnier, Jin Guangyao mouthing off at every opportunity, or Xue Yang trying to be the politest one in the room while developing a subtle eye twitch.

Imagine Xue Yang having to be the mature one and make excuses to keep Jin Guangyao away from his father and Jin-furen so he doesn't snap and do something he'll regret later the first time Jin Guangshan insults him or Jin-furen hits him.

Also imagine Jin Guangshan caring so little that he doesn't even notice the changes, which only pisses off Jin Guangyao more and makes Xue Yang have to try even harder.

What would be really funny is if this were to actually fix things between Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue. After all, the thing that pisses Mingjue off the most about Jin Guangyao is the fact that he does terrible things while trying to frame them in the softest and most necessary way possible. So if he were to just bluntly admit he constantly thinks about fixing his problems with murder, and is feeling especially murdery towards his dad and Nie Mingjue himself, Mingjue wouldn't be pleased that he's on the death list, but he'd probably respect Jin Guangyao for admitting to wanting to kill him.

Now they can settle the matter properly! With a fight!

It ends with both badly injured and Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang freaking out over their injuries and the fact that they almost killed each other, but this... is good???? Sort of????

(Not sure how long it'll stay good after Jin Guangyao gets his original personality back, but hey, maybe he won't want to throw this new version of their relationship out completely? Now that he knows Mingjue values his being honest about his feelings, even when they're homicidal?)

It would also be deeply funny if the personality switch results in him being more outright flirtatious to Huaisang, who doesn't know how to respond to this in the slightest and gets reduced to a blushing mess on the regular.

It would also be deeply funny if Xue Yang-with-Jin Guangyao's personality keeps creeping out Mo Xuanyu by being all soft-spoken brotherly politeness to him even as he's describing the nasty experiments they'll be working on together. This is weird. This is weird. Yao-ge, please fix this ASAP, he doesn't know how to deal with this!

Since I'm not sure whether or not Qin Su would be pursuing Jin Guangyao seriously yet, I'm also not sure how she would play into this. Would he flirt with her as much as he does Huaisang? (sangyaosu agenda momentarily creeping in here) Or would he avoid her to keep from embarrassing himself?

They spend almost a month struggling to keep this mostly under wraps and trying to fix it themselves, and then when the next full moon happens, surprise! They get poofed back to normal for no apparent reason and are confused as hell as to how the fuck and why???? Also, they are immediately destroying every piece of the experiment that caused the whole mess in the first place, with a much-relieved Mo Xuanyu's assistance.

[superman--yoosung]

Hello! I was wondering if i could have a genshin match up?

Base info (sexuality, pronouns, preferences): 

Straight

She/her

I have no age preferences

Likes & dislikes:

I like doing my own nails (like gel x), staying organized, painting, shopping, skiing/ice skating. I like people who can take a joke, or are easily forgiving, I usually make harsh jokes or say things that could be considered mean, however this doesn’t mean i don’t expect people/want people to just take it, id also like a person i could debate with, or banter with! I like people who are complacent in me decorating them, ex: doing their makeup, dressing them up in cute things, doing their nails, and esc. I like more of a 50/50 relationship, where both partners put around the same amount of effort and respect in the emotional aspect, and i like paying for my partner/loved ones things.

I dislike people who are unhygienic, and I honestly cant stand it when people are disrespectful to their mom, or women just in general unprovoked. i dislike prejudice, I think people who are overly apathetic are abit strange,

Personality:

Personality wise, my friends would describe me as protective, argumentative sometimes (but i just like debating), and really loyal. Im not scared to get into a fight/physical fight for my family or friends, i love joking around with my friends and taking care of them, and i like teaching them new things or expressing my opinion on things.

Im more of a ‘everyone deserves respect’, and its their choice if they later loose it and i mostly disagree with people who think respect is earned. I would say im more emotional than rational because i can be rash at times, i care alot about my appearance, and i try my best to look presentable.  vision:

if i had to guess, i would think either pyro or dendro. I would consider myself really passionate about things that i like, and i love learning new things/studying

Flaw/ embarrassing moment:

Sometimes I find myself in situations with sexual undertones without realizing it 😓 i wont get into depth with it but it happens on the regular, i usually find out abt it when i go to sleep or when i shower. i get angry/snappy when its cold/hot out or when im hungry

Additional info:

Im 5’1, with mid-short brown length hair, i wear glasses but i usually just stick to contacts.

Thank you so much! Please remember to drink some water :), 

Hi!!! This was one of the first times I've had a name come immediately to me! Enjoy!

Your matchup is........................................

KAEYA ALBERICH !!

There is a very interesting rumor that is making its rounds inside the City of Mondstadt's tall walls. The busy townspeople whisper in broad daylight about the Cavalry Captain's latest outing with his good friend, and they wonder whether he is starting to see her in a new romantic light. They offer evidence for their various speculations, ranging from gifts given to lingering touches to stolen, longing gazes seen by onlookers at the taverns in the evening. But they all agree on one fact: the Cavalry Captain is thoroughly smitten.

This is quite humorous indeed when the grand, romantic rumor is finally brought to your attention by a well-meaning friend. After all, the rumor is quite out-of-date: you've been Kaeya Alberich's girlfriend for a good, long while now! When you share the news with him, he'll have a crooked smile in response to it.

"If it's only speculation by now," he says, "I'll have to try much harder to make it obvious to them, won't I?"

Fun details:

The ferocity with which you defend your loved ones is undeniable in every way. Your Pyro vision is proof of that. It's very reliable, and applying Melt to opponents when Kaeya fights alongside you is just a bonus. Your moveset is sure to match his in style! 

Speaking of style, Kaeya will happily take some pointers from you, letting you style his hair or paint his nails in a new color or pick his outfit for a day out on the town. When he's working, it isn't uncommon to find something or other you've left with (or done to) him on his person. (That's not to say he compromises his own style, of course, but it's a reflection of his delight with the care you put into those small details.)

Don't think for a moment that Kaeya won't give as good as he gets when it comes to banter - he can and will be sassy right back to you! He can laugh a good-humored joke off, too, and he typically doesn't take personal offense to jabs at his expense. (Just avoid family issues in the early phases of your relationship; those might earn you his ire for a bit if you risk it.)

As a respected gentleman in and around Mondatadt, Kaeya will never put you into a compromising position, and nor will he stand by and let you find yourself in one unawares. If someone makes a comment or suggestion while he's present, he will call it out (or at least call it to your attention) - how you deal with it afterwards is entirely your choice, but he'll back you up regardless.

You and Kaeya will most likely have small conflicts, when they do occur. You might argue over who's to cover the tab at Good Hunter, or whether the gift-giving has gone a little overboard from one of you recently. Each disagreement is a learning experience rather than a rift in your relationship, and you'll learn more about each other's boundaries, likes and dislikes from these discussions.

That's not to say you don't have disagreements on a larger scale. You fall into debates often, arguing over policies or city regulations or other potentially heated topics; but these, too, are not to be taken personally by either party. Instead, these are moments to push each other's viewpoints to the limits, to challenge ideas and knowledge, all in the hopes to grow as people. (These debates are especially popular in the evenings, when tavern-goers will - subtly, but not escaping your attention - place bets on which of you will be going home victorious tonight.)

Kaeya can pinpoint the exact moment he knew he was falling for you. It was a snowy day in Mondstadt, with the wind blowing cold and sharp; your cheeks were pink from the chill as you laughed, skiing across Cider Lake without a care in the world. In that moment, he desperately wanted to freeze all of time to preserve the sound of your voice, to keep the joy in your eyes from ever fading. It was a shocking revelation, but he had no time to process it, because then your eyes met his, and naturally, he made a right fool of himself by falling head over heels on the ice in his suddenly-flustered state. (And once you get together and find out about this, you will never, ever let him live it down.)

Your fierce loyalty to your loved ones is something Kaeya both respects and finds himself conflicted over - not because of you, but just because of his own contentious family history. You'll have to do a lot of emotional legwork to get him to open up about it, but in the meanwhile, he will happily let you share your own troubles and worries with him. He will not let his own difficulties cloud his judgement, and his advice is always fair and sound.

You will often meet him outside of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, and he'll always be grateful when you treat him to a meal. (Expect him to return the favor as soon as he can.) This becomes so much of a routine that Jean, Lisa, and even Klee will tease him about it - and it's possibly the only thing that will never fail to fluster him a bit. Nevertheless, he looks forward to these meetups.

What Kaeya Alberich admires the most about you is your unwavering loyalty to your family and friends. The lengths to which you will go to defend them are nothing short of heroic. In his eyes, there are few things worth admiring more - but there are, admittedly, a few: the way your eyes light up when you laugh, how lovely your smile is when you win a debate, how fiercely you show your affection for him - all of these things leave absolutely no room for doubt about how deeply he loves you.

--I was also very close to choosing Ayato for you - he would also be a very good match, I think, though I figured the political constraints for jokes and bluntness might not be the best fit. Kaeya's name popped up first in my head as I was reading through, though. Anyway, I hope you like this!

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CH 10- Shit

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Adelaide dreamed of Ian. More specifically, Adelaide dreamed about the first time they met. 

*** 

It was the same as any other day. The Bean, Ian, was out of the house, as he often was. Adelaide was out of food, and she was long overdue for a resupply.  

She didn’t like borrowing during broad daylight, but her stomach growled at her. How long had it been since she ate? Three days? Four? If she waited much longer, Adelaide might not have the strength or energy to borrow. So, making sure for the third time that she had her hook and knife, she left her small home in the walls for the hole that emptied onto the kitchen counter.  

Adelaide made that hole herself when she first moved in. She needed an easy way to access the kitchen – that was literally where the food was – and she found a loose tile in the backsplash in the corner. With time and patience, she was able to free it enough to slip through but keep it attached enough to hide the hole. One of these days it was going to fully snap, but Adelaide would cross that bridge when she got to it.  

Apparently, today was that day.

Before she left the safety of the walls, she sat beside the entrance, listening for any signs of life. She was positive she heard the Bean leave earlier, but she could never be too careful. After a minute of silence, Adelaide slowly pushed her way through the tile.  

SNAP!  

Adelaide jumped what felt like ten feet in the air. The tile fell from its place in the wall, revealing the gaping hole from which she emerged. She froze for a second, listening for any reaction from within the house, but still she heard nothing.  

Great.  

For the time being, she hoisted the tile up and leaned it against the hole, obscuring it a little. To her it was obvious, but most Beans didn’t notice things that small. She hoped that was the same for this one, but she doubted it. He was weird. 

Adelaide stared out at the empty counter before her and sighed.  

There were a couple problems with borrowing from this Bean. For one, he was observant. More so than a regular giant. He took notice of the small details, and he knew when anything was out of place. One time, Adelaide left tracks in the dust on his bookshelf. With the way she dragged her feet and hauled her findings that day, they hardly looked like footprints. Still, the Bean noticed. Adelaide nearly had a heart attack and had already started working on plans to move out, but luckily, he didn’t seem to think much of it.  

The second issue was that the Bean was tidy. He rarely left any crumbs behind and always put things away when he was done with them. It kept pests away, which was a bonus, but it also made it incredibly difficult for Adelaide to find anything, let alone get to it.  

The third, most pressing issue was that the Bean’s schedule was unpredictable. He left quite a bit, but when he left and when he came back was always changing. Sometimes he was gone all day and all night, sometimes he only stepped out of the house for thirty minutes. Adelaide constantly had to be on guard in case he returned unexpectedly.  

It wasn’t like she chose this place, though.  

When Adelaide was back in the motel, borrowing was a lot easier. People were messier since they didn’t have any need to clean up after themselves. Housekeeping was forced to overlook more than ideal because they were so overworked. And with a steady stream of new people every couple of days, Beans didn’t notice when things were out of place or missing.  

The motels had a major pest problem though. She had to fight off bugs and rats and other creepy crawlies nearly every day. She could not be more grateful that this was no longer a problem in her life. Roaches were gross. 

Adelaide could have sat there and complained all day, but unfortunately that did little to actually solve her problems. So, she trekked on and did what she needed to do to survive.  

She eyed the massive fruit bowl that always sat on the counter, but it was too risky to go for anything in there during the day. She’d have to check the cupboards.  

Adelaide dug her hook out of her bag and tossed it in the air. It latched onto the handle, and she backed up, tugging the thread that was attached to it as hard as she could.  

She remembered the time she backed herself right off the counter trying to open the cupboard. She had a hold of the thread, so she was fine, but God was that a shock. So now, Adelaide paid more attention when she did this.  

The cupboard opened just wide enough for someone her size to slip through, so she flicked her hook off the handle and swung it back up toward the inside of the cupboard. It came clattering back down to the counter the first time, but on the second try, she got it to stick. Giving it a sharp tug to make sure it was secure; she began her ascent.  

Adelaide wasn’t the fastest climber on the planet, but she wasn’t a slacker. Within a minute, she was at the top and surveying the food around her. Sadly, it wasn’t much.  

Her first stop was at an open sleeve of crackers. It was about halfway full, meaning she had to climb inside the loud, crinkly packaging to drag one out. The cracker itself came up to roughly her chest, so Adelaide held it out and stomped on it to break it into more manageable pieces. She shoved the contents in her bag and continued on.  

As her stomach grumbled again, she so badly wished she had access to the fridge. It was silly to think like that, though. Adelaide knew that it would never be feasible, but she couldn’t help thinking about all the fresh food inside. What she wouldn’t do for some cheese to go with her cracker. A girl could dream.  

There wasn’t anything else accessible left in this cupboard, so she dejectedly walked back toward the opening. She could check out the cupboard on the other side of the counter – maybe it would have better options.  

It was times like that Adelaide would kill for an entrance into the walls inside the cupboard, so she didn’t have to climb up, then climb down, then climb back up, then climb back down again. She could easily carve a hole that would be nearly invisible to the Bean, but the walls on the other side just weren’t set up right. They weren’t made for a borrower to walk through. Shocker.  

With a sigh, Adelaide swung her bag over her shoulder and began the trip back to the counter. She was about halfway down her thread when she heard the telltale sign that danger was imminent. The front door opened.  

“Dammit!” she cursed.  

Adelaide was hoping the Bean would stay out for at least a couple hours, but it had only been an hour at most. She estimated that she had about a minute before she had to be out of sight, but when she heard the rustling of plastic bags, she could only assume his first stop was the kitchen. Her estimation dropped to thirty seconds maximum.  

Seeing no other option, Adelaide let go of the thread and dropped the rest of the way, landing hard on her left ankle. Her body unwillingly let out a soft cry, but she had no time to think about whether the Bean heard it. She bolted toward the walls, throbbing ankle and all.  

Uh oh.  

Adelaide remembered her thread hanging back from the cupboard and froze. If she didn’t grab it, the Bean would find it. He was smart. He would figure her out in no time, and even if he didn’t, his senses would be on high alert for anything else unusual and she’d have to stay in the walls for a while. Without food and without a hook.  

That moment of indecision was all it took. The Bean rounded the corner, and his eyes locked on Adelaide.  

ShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShit, she thought as she spun around and bolted for the nearest hiding spot – behind the fruit bowl. It was hardly a hiding spot, though. The Bean could easily move it out of the way, but it gave Adelaide a small sense of cover, and the few spare seconds it provided let her think.  

The silence that followed was deafening. It carried on for so long that Adelaide thought he might not have seen her.  

“Um....hello,” he said.  

Shit.  

Adelaide didn’t say anything. What could she even say? Hi? No, she’d stay put until he made a move, and judging by the sound, or lack thereof, he was rooted in place. Maybe he’d grow bored, or think he imagined it. Unlikely, but what was Adelaide to do at that point but hope?  

He spoke again, his booming, deep voice filling the room. “I uh, I know you’re there.”  

Adelaide heard the rustle of bags, then light, slow footsteps that got louder as he approached. “You wanna come out?” he continued.  

Shit.  

Adelaide tried to form a plan, but all her mind seemed capable of was panic. If the Bean caught her, which was becoming more and more likely, she could not show any sign of weakness, though. What did her parents always tell her? She couldn’t remember. It all seemed so pointless at the time, so she didn't bother listening. They would never get caught. Only stupid borrowers got caught. Adelaide’s family was invincible.  

What she wouldn’t give to make that statement true. What she wouldn’t give to remember their advice.  

“Okay, come on,” the human said, sounding impatient and very close. Great, now she’d pissed him off, too.  

The huge bowl Adelaide leaned against moved out of the way, and she fell backward. She scrambled to her feet and backed away, making eye contact with the giant and pulling out her knife defensively. She stared at his massive hands that held the bowl. She could never dream of even budging that bowl, and he lifted it out of the way with ease. With hands that could close around her whole body and squeeze the life out of her, throw her to the ground, rip her limbs off one by one... Adelaide shivered.  

The two stared at each other for a tense eternity. The only movement in the room was Adelaide’s heaving chest. It was hard to read the expression on his face. Decently masked shock, maybe, and a glimmer in his eye too. A dangerous one.

“Aren’t you...fascinating,” he said, though it was unclear if he spoke to her or was simply musing to himself. Silence.  

They stayed like that for so long that Adelaide considered running back to the wall. He’d figure out where she lived, but she’d gather her essentials as quickly as possible and haul ass to another house. Yeah, that sounded like a plan. It was the best she had at the moment.  

With that, Adelaide took off toward the hole she left in the wall, grateful that the tile chose today to snap so that she wouldn’t waste any time peeling it back. A thump shook the counter, sending her into the air a smidge, but she landed on her feet and kept running. He probably set the bowl down, which meant he was freeing his hands to grab her. Adelaide willed her feet to go faster.  

In a matter of seconds, a giant, black form filled her entire line of vision and Adelaide stumbled to a stop, arms pinwheeling to keep her balance. She forced herself to look up, and up, and up, and she saw the giant leaning his elbow awkwardly on the counter to take up the whole width of it, effectively blocking her path. His head rested on his hand. He studied her, and though he still tried to hide it, she could see the shock at finding such a small being much more clearly.  

Shit.  

Again, they entered a staring battle.  

“Well, one of us is gonna have to say something,” the Bean said. Adelaide belatedly registered that as a joke, but she didn’t laugh. “What the hell are you supposed to be anyway?”  

When she still didn’t answer, realization lit up his eyes. “Ah...It’s... highly unlikely you can understand me, let alone speak. Your brain mass must be...and well, that makes - makes things more difficult.... Can you understand me?” His unoccupied hand gestured wildly, and it took everything in Adelaide’s power not to flinch or back away.  

She was offended that he presumed she was unintelligent because of her size, but she knew to keep her mouth shut, instead grinding her teeth in irritation. Adelaide wanted to walk away from that interaction with the Bean having as little knowledge as possible about her or other borrowers. She wanted to walk away from the interaction, period.  

“So, you can understand me,” he concluded aloud. Then, after a beat,  “Stoicism isn’t really your um... forte,” he explained.

Shit.  

“And I can tell that you’re uh, not too pleased with me, from the- from the look of things.... I have to admit this position is very uncomfortable. Mind if we talk... elsewhere?”  

Without waiting for an answer, the Bean straightened and reached for her.  

“No!” Adelaide yelled, jumping back and brandishing her knife. Her heart hammered in her chest.  

“Woah!” The Bean paused. He stood straight up now, and Adelaide had to strain her neck to look at his face. God, he was tall. Looking up at that angle made her dizzy... and nervous. “Please don’t stick me with that thing... How did you – how did you even get it? At your size, I uh, I find it hard to believe that you made it.”  

Adelaide still didn’t say anything.  

“I know you can talk now... I mean, it had to be made somehow, I get that. Are there more of you? That would make sense, probably acquired it from another one of your, uh... species, one who specializes in something of the- of the sort... But of course, where are my manners? I'm Dr. Ian Malcolm. And....?” He was asking for her name.  

Adelaide’s head spun. She regretted screaming when he reached for her, because now that he knew she could talk, he knew he could get information from her. Now he was never going to let her go.  

She also didn’t appreciate his analysis, even if he was wrong about a couple things, and right about a couple others. Not to mention he was so tall,even for a giant, and the way he stared down at her made her feel like a bug under a magnifying glass. A specimen to study.

 Adelaide rubbed her neck. It was getting sore from having to look up so much. But even if she turned her head away, he still took up most of her vision, he was that big. And she couldn’t look away anyway. Every second she wasn’t at attention was a dangerous one.  

Adelaide didn’t want to tell him her name. If he wasn’t going to treat her like a person, then he certainly wouldn’t be allowed personal information.  

“My evening just opened up, so I can stand here all night.” He gave her a sideways smile that made her unwillingly shiver. She had seen him give smiles like that to other Beans whenever he wanted to win them over, especially women. Adelaide knew his tricks and she would not fall for them.  

Ian sighed. He reached over for a chair at the table, seeing that they were probably going to be there for a long time.  

Adelaide saw her opening. She already made one attempt, which failed, but he was looking at her then. Maybe if she bolted while he wasn’t at attention, it would give her just enough of a head start to make it back. Once again, she underestimated the Bean. A stupid mistake, really. Do not underestimate Beans.  

“Okay, yeah, that’s- that’s not going to work,” Ian said to nobody in particular when he noticed her desperate flee.  

He didn’t even have to reach far to grab Adelaide. His fingers quickly wrapped around her, obscuring everything but her head, and dragged her away from her destination.  

On Adelaide’s part, she felt like she slammed into a brick wall. One moment she sprinted for her life, the next she collided with a solid wall of flesh. Before she could even back away, his fingers coiled around her back and ushered her into his palm. His grip solidified a little too tightly and Adelaide soared through the air. Vertigo hit her like a truck.  

With the tiny being contained, Ian tried to figure out where she was going. The counter was bare. There was nothing to hide behind or defend herself with. That was when he spotted the small tile out of place in the backsplash, hidden in the corner, but he could check that out later. Suddenly, a sharp pain spread across his palm.  

Adelaide couldn’t tell up from down or right from left, but she knew one thing. She had to get out of the Bean’s hands, or she would die. Or worse, she would end up captive. It was hard to maneuver within his tight grip, especially with her head pounding, but she was able to twist the knife in her hand and drag it along his palm.  

Ian hissed and, on reflex, opened his hand. Adeliade fell through the air. This was it. She would hit the ground and die. It wasn’t a heroic death, and it wasn’t how she wanted to go, but at least she would go out on her own terms, not at the hands of a Human.

Unfortunately, Ian’s other hand swooped down and caught her. She scrambled, half-crawling and half-running to get off the hand, but that time he was prepared. He closed his fist again, leaving her knife arm out, and he reached in to confiscate the near invisible weapon.  

Adelaide couldn’t let go. This knife was her one defense in a world that vastly outsized her. If she lost it, she was as good as dead within a week. She held on as best she could for as long as she could, but in the end, Adelaide’s strength was no match for a Bean’s. With just an infinitesimal twist of his wrist, Ian yanked the knife away from Adelaide and set it out of sight.  

“Give it back!” she cried.  

“Oh, now we want to talk,” Ian said.  

He held her up to his brown eyes, and she tried her best to wriggle out of his grip. They took in every inch of her, probably gathering information she didn’t even know about herself. Adelaide was deeply uncomfortable with the scrutiny she was under, and she didn’t like how close he held her to his face. She refused to look at those eyes that were the same size as her head. If only she were a little closer, she could kick them, do some real damage.  

Ian reached toward her again, and Adelaide tried in vain pull away, despite how tightly he held her. His thumb and index finger lightly pinched around the arm that stuck out of his fist. Instinct nearly had her attempt to yank her arm free, but she forced herself to freeze. His finger took up the whole length of her arm. One wrong move, one twitch of his hand, and it would snap. She couldn’t stop the tremors that snaked through her though, and she wondered if he felt them.  

Ian ‘hmm’d’ to himself as he inspected her arm. 

At that, Adelaide lost it. It boiled her blood just how dismissive he was of her. Maybe her knife wasn’t her only weapon.  

Adelaide bit down on Ian's finger. Hard.  

“Jesus Christ!” he said, but he didn’t open his fist. In fact, he reflexively squeezed just a little tighter, causing Adelaide to let go. All the air was forced out of her lungs and it was becoming increasingly difficult to replace it.

Before she knew it, Adelaide flew through the air again, and just when she thought the pain was too much, the hand released her, and she fell in a heap on a new surface. From the look and texture of it, she was on the table.  

Adelaide wanted to stand up and face her captor, but as the adrenaline wore off, her ribs began to ache and her ankle started to throb again. She gasped for air just a little too long, giving the Bean ample opportunity to maintain his control of the situation. 

“You did quite a number there!” he said. Adelaide looked up, still panting, to see Ian examine the wounds she inflicted on his giant, stupid hands. One hand sported a long, thin cut that bled only slightly, the other a couple tiny holes that bled harder.  

She couldn’t believe that just seconds ago, those hands held her life in them, and they almost extinguished it. They probably still would, given the injuries she gave them. Adelaide stepped back, gauging his reaction. If Ian wasn’t pissed off before, he certainly was now. She realized belatedly how, if she failed to escape, her acts of self-preservation may have been seen as acts of defiance. Beans didn’t like that.  

Shit.  

“Now that you can’t uh, scurry off, why don’t you tell me what you’re doing in my um... in my kitchen,” he said, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his hands under his chin.  

“None of your business,” Adelaide spat. She felt exposed and vulnerable on the expansive table, its surface completely empty save for her tiny body and the Bean's encompassing shadow.   

“I very much do think it is my business, considering it’s my kitchen.”  

“What if I said I was here first?” Adelaide challenged. She was bluffing, but how would he know? He had no way to prove it.  

“I uh, highly doubt that.” Ian crossed his arms and rested them on the table. At the motion, Adelaide jumped to her feet and stumbled back, limping on her ankle. “Woah!” he said. “Relax... you’re a feisty one." There was amusement in his voice, which made Adelaide even angrier. This was amusing to him? This was a predator toying with its prey before it made her its dinner.  

“What do you want?” Adelaide demanded. She hated the way her voice quivered.  

“A name would be nice,” Ian said casually.  

“No.” She continued to back away.  

Ian didn’t bother to reach for her since there was nowhere for her to go. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured her, “if that’s what you’re worried - worried about.”  

“You already did.” 

The Bean looked at her as if she was messing with him. “When?” he asked.  

“Just now. You bruised my ribs, asshole!” When Adelaide was backed into a corner, she lashed out, and this was no exception. The problem with Human Beans was that they understood words and felt emotions, so when Adelaide insulted them, they knew it. Rats didn’t tend to notice those kinds of things.  

Shit.  

Adelaide froze in place, realizing her mistake. He may as well have just smashed her to bits then and there. She braced for impact.  

“Oh,” he said. Adelaide could have sworn she saw guilt pass briefly over Ian's face, but there was no way a Bean felt sorry about something like that. She must have imagined it. “Oh, I should have known how- how fragile your bones... and how delicate your skin must be. I apologize.”  

“I’m not fragile!” Adelaide insisted, miffed at the whole conversation, but even then, the pain in her ankle grew worse and worse so she could hardly stand on it.   

“Clearly,” he said, gesturing at her disheveled, broken body.

“What. Do. You. Want?” Adelaide repeated.  

“I told you. Your name.”  

“ Well, you’re not getting it.”  

“ Well, what were you doing in my kitchen?”  

“Grabbing food.”  

“Stealing food?”  

“Borrowing food.” 

“Right...... How long have you uh, been... here?”  

“I don’t know.”  

“How do you not know?”  

“I don’t know! It’s not really in my interest to keep track of days!” Adelaide found herself impatient. She hated this back and forth, hated delaying the inevitable. “If you're going to kill me, just do it already.” The wood grain of the table was suddenly very interesting. Anything but the Bean's oppressive gaze.

“Uhhhhhhh...no,” Ian said.  

"No?... Then- then what are you going to do? Experiment on me or- or lock me up? I don’t...I can’t...” She shook like a leaf, blinking back tears. “What do you want?!” she pleaded for the millionth time.

“I didn’t really um, plan on doing- on doing any of that. I really just want your name,” he said, still calm.  

“MARCY. MY NAME IS MARCY. CAN YOU PLEASE LET ME GO NOW?” she yelled. She wasn’t going to give him the one thing she had left. So, Adelaide used the name of her neighbor back in the motel. It’s wasn't like he knew the difference.  

“Ah, Marcy! It's a pleasure. And um, no, I don’t quite want to let you go just – just yet.”  

“Wh- What-” Adelaide stuttered, but Ian cut her off.  

“It takes a lot to surprise me Marcy, but you...” he pointed at her on the word ‘you’, making her flinch back, “.... you have managed to accomplish that. If I let you go, I know for a fact that I will never uh, never see you again. I’m sorry I hurt you, but it won’t happen again and um... well, there it is.”  

Ian seemed even taller now. Did he grow a couple feet? Adelaide felt dizzy. He didn’t want to let her go. He was never going to let her go. It was just like last time, when she...when her parents...Her heart rate skyrocketed, and her breathing started to match. Her life was over. Hunger, exhaustion, pain, panic. Adelaide lost consciousness.

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My top 5 Bleach women and why I love them: Part 1

(Some of this based on what makes them awesome, or how they're written. Also, this is Part 1 of the entire post, so it'll only show the first 3 characters, due to Tumblr's limit on how many links/media I can use.)

5/5. Ikumi Unagiya \~ Owner of Unagiya Shop

Why?

It’s an unique choice since she doesn’t get that much screen time compared to the others but I really think she’s got a fun personalty and somewhat of a good adult character in a shonen manga that doesn’t have many adults that’ll be there for the MC on an emotional level.

In the Fullbringer arc, she’s one of the only adults in Ichigo’s life who tries to be there for him even with her unawareness of shinigami and hollows. Ikumi still reminds him that he is a kid and he should be able to rely on her, and I think it’s really profound that she says this but Ichigo hasn’t ever really believed in that for most of his life.

Another underrated moment is her getting Ginjo to stop subtly upsetting Ichigo and made him leave her shop. Ginjo wasn’t even a villain at this point but Ikumi still knew the questions he was saying about Ichigo’s dad and his family were screwing with Ichigo’s mind. Maybe I’m giving her too much credit for being a reliable adult for a shonen manga, however it still puts her in my list.

Even in the TYBW arc, she’s still there to be a form of stability to Ichigo who goes through hell before visiting her. Her personality between a dependable, intuitive adult and a stubborn woman who kidnaps teenage employees in broad daylight is what stands out to me as a character.

4/5. Tier Harribel \~ Tres Espada

Why?

Her whole look with the jacket and the hollow mask is honestly pretty cool to see in the series and her serious, calm personality is nice to see among the Espada. Plus her motif as the ‘Espada of Sacrifice’ adds a whole new layer of her concern for her Fraccion, like Nel who was the former 3rd. Her sword release is also dope, “Tiburon”.

In the Arcancar arc, she only gets one main fight (which she got done dirty on) and then gets betrayed by Aizen, but at least I have to appreciate the moments throughout the arc that build her character.

Again, it’s really rare here to see an Arcancar care about their own considering the whole process of Hollows devouring each other from Menos Grande - Adgjunchas - Vasto Lordes. Plus, having the balls to go up to Head-Captain Yamamoto and say you’ll avenge your subordinates is pretty insane.

There is no world without sacrifice. Are you unaware? We are in a sea of blood, ashes floating in hell crying the name of a fading world. - Bleach Vol. 42

The series could have used her more outside of the Arcancar arc but in TYBW arc, she was the ruler of Hueco Mundo and saved Nel & friends from Yhwach. However, they forgot about her for the rest of the TYBW arc which I’m hoping the anime will fix, maybe adding a scene. In the timeskip, she’s adjusted to the role of it all and looks OP af, I personally love this look on her.

Appearance-wise, it’s obvious how stunning how she is honestly.

I used to think “Harribel” was her first name but Tier is actually her first name.

https://twitter.com/jessjessdraws - Artist who drew the Harribel sketch on bottom right panel.

3/5. Unohana Retsu \~ Squad 4 Captain and First Kenpachi

Why?

Almost every Bleach fan loves Unohana but besides the obvious mommy vibe she gives, I really appreciate the dual traits she's had. I really love how she’s a healing captain whose committed to the Gotei 13, and how it’s revealed later that she was one of the original Gotei 13 and the First Kenpachi. The way she holds herself from the beginning of her debut to her death, she always been caring to those she healed and worked with but held a intimidating demeanor around her.

Battle is everything - Bleach Vol. 59

Kubo’s character design is something that took me a while to realize there’s certain symbolism in it. Unohana’s mainstream design is much more meaningful when you find out the core of her character and how she started. The braid she puts her hair in resembles chains that Unohana put on herself to hide away her past of immense bloodlust as the First Kenpachi like the scar on her chest.

At the core of her character, fighting is everything to her considering the environment she’s grown in. The Soul Society and Yamamoto has harnessed her strength and killing prowess for the sake of protecting their interests. One of the themes of Bleach is the “The Heart” where many characters and groups have revolved around the belief of what the heart means to them. Unohana’s role in TYBW shows how her heart is centered around fighting and how her sin is the foundation of her persona as the kindhearted, healing Captain of Squad 4.

I always heard criticism about how Unohana got centered around Kenpachi and got killed for Kenpachi’s development, but I point to the overall themes of the story and how shinigami like Unohana who had to fight harshly to survive in the Rukon district. They often centered or associated themselves around another person who brings a feeling, emotion or sensation within them, that drives them to do actions in a story.

Learning healing kido to extend a fight for who knows how long is a pretty unique concept for the whole medical character trope. It’s so riveting to me that even through healing others, Unohana was helping the other shinigami live on for another fight which is something Kenpachi advocated to Ikkaku, besides doing her job. In her final battle, she was doing that not for Kenpachi but for the sake of the Soul Society’s survival. Thus, her heart and purpose might be with Kenpachi now, but she found meaning outside of her original role for centuries, and briefly enjoyed peace from being a fighter of bloodlust until the Wandenreich arrived.

@Mak_ai_ on Twitter is the artist who made the Unohana art with grey-black backgrounds and @srkbom108 on Twitter made the Unohana art that has red backgrounds to it. Check them out!

Bottom left art by @joranz1204 on Twitter and bottom right art by @Mak_ai_ on Twitter

Made by @rakusakugk on Twitter. Sorry about the whole art dump in this answer but I couldn’t help it lol, there’s just so much good Unohana art on the Internet, also I own none of the fan art here.

Hope you enjoyed it so far! Here's Part 2 of the post!

My top 5 Bleach women and why I love them: Part 2

Also, talking about her themes

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Thinking about all my Dark Urges in a party together cause it can be a somewhat balanced party, in the sense of survivability but also so funny to write about.

Rynnil, the lolth-sworn drow oathbreaker.

Cyrus, the tiefling bard college of spirits.

Moondrop, the deep gnome shadow monk.

Varra, white dragonborn wild magic Sorcerer.

Varra is default durge but with body 1 cause I wanted him to be smaller lol He's the master mind of the group and Bhaal's special chosen baby. He's more incline to go with the flow and if that means follow the urges pretty hard-core with no regards of them being attacked... Oh well. He wouldn't help the goblins, though. Mostly because it would be a waste of a perfectly good blacksmith. He wants to fight Orin and take his power back but throughout the journey becomes conflicted with duty to Bhaal, his "family", and now his new found "family". He is the leader of Dark Urge group and co-leader when the combine groups with Wyll as the leader for origin characters.

(I played for about 20iah hours and I stopped because idk kissing as a dragonborn was kind of meh... I do love the white and red dragonborn design so much and I would bring Varra back for a multi-player game instead. He never left act one but he did get it in with Astarion.)

Rynnil is very resist the urge. He remembers a life before the cult and wants to break free and go back to it, or at least break free to have his freedom, now that he got a taste. He's very hands off with the group, letting them be gremlins until they cross a line like unaliving people in broad daylight for no good reason. They can't just do things like get the Grove closed off, how else would they sell the loot they're hoarding? He's still duty bound but by his own rules of wanting to keep his "family" safe. Socially he is not the greatest and relies on others for anything talking related. Also, while Rynnil is very resist the urge, by the time he gets to Baldur's Gate and realizes a few things he does go a bit back to the dark side and does things without care for his own well being.

(Rynnil was in a coop game and an honour mode one. In coop he romance Wyll and it was so cute. He was very duty bound and I broke his oath by accident in act 3 lol He was very much the silent type but easily won over by Wyll's romantic ways. Him and Astarion were besties.

In the honour mode, Rynnil was romancing Astarion but, by accident, they broke up and Rynnil got upset and started doing unhinged things like get the hammer and lie a lot about what he was doing. I got stressed and stopped the run, but I should continue for the dice at least..... He's also romancing Halsin, which is meh. Rynnil works best with Wyll imo just for the support and not having the need to "fix" someone else and get support to be a better person.)

Cyrus is the same as Varra and goes with the flow but WAAAAY more interested in the need to please daddy Bhaal and blood baths because it keeps the skin moisturized. He also would clock Astarion's flirting unlike Varra and Rynnil and he would find it cringe. He'll still sleep with him, though. Not cause he likes Astarion but he wants to see how cringe-y he gets with his lines. Cyrus would actually sleep with everyone, like a true bard. He's also the group's voice but Rynnil does keep him in line from doing anything too bad. Until later on where Rynnil doesn't seem the care about anything and Cyrus can make his own decisions without care.

(Plan for Cyrus was to use the polymod and romance everyone. I just... Never got around to it lol Cyrus wouldn't be so interested in Astarion but more so Lae'zel cause she's strong or Gale cause he's a wizard and powerful. Gale being depressed would be a turn off. Cyrus wants to cause chaos, or at least be unhinged enough.)

Moondrop is also resist the urges and trying to find inner peace. He's also one of the sassier members of the group and always judging everyone. The amount of time people go to him for advice is concerning to him. He also demands they have tea with their lunch and relax. He's very meh with the group. He doesn't see the others as his siblings at all, especially Varra and Cyrus for embracing the urges at times. Rynnil he is okay with but mostly cause the drow doesn't do much of anything and is a reliable fighter. Moondrop finds the origin characters to be very concerning about but would prefer if Wyll just lead the group alone since Varra cannot be trusted really.

(Moondrop I am trying to keep no mods with Script Extender to see if I can get Wyll to not be buggy and get one of the romance greetings and I really wanna see his kisses. I also wanna romance Adtarion cause the boy is racist against Gnomes and it would be funny. I can't play vanilla cause how the hell am I supposed to be a femboy with no cute faces?)

Regardless of barely playing with mods, the game somehow got corrupt.

In theory I can run a game with all 4 of them and have them romance someone but running the game twice was concerning... I don't know if I can run it 4 times to get them all lol