#also hello i love moira

[hauntingblue]

CAUSE THIS IS THRILLER (bark), THRILLER (bark) NIGHT

Usopp's outfit is so funny for reals

He got the whole squad laughing

Luffy enablers at it again.... (Robin.... I know.....)

The humor panels so far have been so good!!! God this arc is so funny

HE SAID IT‼️‼️

They look like birds 😭😭

It's just too good... luffy taking cerberus and zombies what can't he do

It's just banger after banger what can I say

Franky feeling for other people because of his guilt complex and sanji lying through his teeth and pulling out the women excuse to seem unaffected... yeah

Look at them.... look how they ate

Omg joyboy reference?? (No)

Sanji is rubbing off on usopp.... also chopper noticing that is sogeking's weapon akdhaksjak

ANOTHER SLAY!!!!!

Their priorities: I'm not strong enough, there isn't enough food, and nami isn't here

Franky going from wanting to kill brook for his jokes to making a joke like his after he hears his backstory... exactly (Robin was already enabling him before the backstory even fdagjsfha)

Sanji is altering his body and actually being on fire to communicate to us how fucking mad he is..... I need more of him going insane I do I do

My god what is he doing ALDJALAJALA

AHSAHAHQHAH THEY ARE THE SAME!!! naaah sanji wouldn't force a woman to be his wife

You cant see me but I am nodding my head in agreement over and over

You don't understand he altered his body to communicate to us how mad he is. He inploded himself and then reconstituted again. Those germa 66 genes are insane

You tell em usopp!!!! The first of many girls you've scared into defeat!!! Akdjqknql

Zoro zombie regressed to not trusting robin akdjaks he's still in there

ROBI-CHO SUPLEX??? HELL YEAAAAAH

There is zosa- [GUNSHOT GUNSHOT GUNSHOT GUNSHOT]

Super frapper gong.... he is doing combo shots with frobin... omg.... parents....

Everything is so fun I'm having such a good time reading.... and then zosan angst like damn I am being fed well here

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, can I have a blackwatch reaper concept

Sure! It's good for me to separate him and Reaper since I think they act differently.

Yandere! Blackwatch! Gabriel Reyes Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Blood, Violence, Kidnapping, Stalking, Jealousy, Love bites, Brief mentions of murder, Forced relationship.

Even Gabriel now was used to the shadows.

While Jack Morrison took control of Overwatch and acted as a hero, Gabriel Reyes was left to do undercover missions in Blackwatch.

Gabriel is said to have been an understandable person with a headstrong nature.

He cares for those under him yet was always cynical when it came to Overwatch.

Supposedly he was jealous of Jack who had all the spotlight.

Regardless, for a little while at least, he accepted his role as assassin and spy.

Under his command he has Cole Cassidy, Genji Shimada, and Moira.

Those were the ones primarily under his care.

I feel Gabriel Reyes is less... intimidating than Reaper.

He's said to be more casual with those he enjoys.

Which makes me think he'd try more to be involved in his obsession's life.

When in reality, he's a killer and you never knew it.

I like to think Blackwatch agents had their own life outside of what they do.

Like to put up a front?

Maybe not all of them did... but I do think Gabriel did.

It might go against canon, but it's a neat idea to think about.

Imagine you met Gabriel one day and befriended him.

He's no doubt more friendly during this time than he is as Reaper later on.

While Reaper as a yandere tends to lurk and stalk like a bad omen...

Gabriel Reyes has a better chance of being part of your life.

He's secretive about his past and line of work.

He'd often make up some lie or bend the truth a bit when you ask.

Despite this, he acts as a friend and soon maybe a potential partner for you.

He's more talkative and casual, making jokes or even playfully flirting.

I like to think Reyes is a charmer before becoming Reaper.

More manipulative, too.

He acts all social and invested in you whenever he's free...

Then goes back to his job of keeping Omnics and political figures in check.

He's living a double life when it comes to you.

While he's a leader and supposed member of 'Overwatch' with you...

He's actually an assassin who has gotten blood on his hands more times than he can count.

Although since he's doing this double life, it means you'll trust him more.

Which means when his obsession gets worse, he can probably get away with stalking you or lingering in the shadows around you.

Yes, he still has that habit even before he's Reaper.

It's just as Reaper, that's his only chance of being close to you.

As Reyes?

Well now he can always be involved.

Gabriel no doubt knows him pursuing you can be dangerous.

He has a dangerous job and is acutely aware of how dangerous his feelings are.

He's used to his violent nature due to his job.

Yet he also notes how he tenses when he sees you with other men.

He knows you should just be friends...

But eventually I can see him asking you out to drinks or something.

Then you start dating purely out of curiosity.

Gabriel has a better chance of actually having you to himself.

While Reaper is forced to shadow you to satiate himself.

Gabriel Reyes is capable of actually being your lover while he gives into darker desires.

You're probably blind to his true nature.

With you he's loving and affectionate, greeting you with kisses and often visiting your apartment.

Yet when you think he's away... He's closer than you think.

Gabriel keeps a close eye on you in between missions.

He only ever pulls his guns on those who need it...

But there's been times he's thought of doing it due to jealousy.

He may also vent his possessive behavior through his actions with you.

He could cuddle you in your apartment, listening to your day.

Yet if you bring up a coworker or something Overwatch related...

His grip tightens.

That or maybe you two are getting a bit... intimate as he kisses you.

You don't even have to mention something sometimes... There's times he'll just feel the need to vent his jealousy...

Which makes him nip your skin a bit harshly, wanting to see it bruise.

There's times his love is intense, yes.

But it's mostly normal in your eyes.

You have no clue that he stalks, spies, and kills people....

No, you don't think Gabriel Reyes is a monster until he rises from the dead.

When the explosion at Overwatch's headquarters occurs, you think your lover died.

As far as you know, your boyfriend is dead...

You never stopped crying.

You end up trying to recover from his death for months.

Yet at some point, Gabriel is around, watching you mourn.

You don't see Gabriel as a monster until he breaks into your home like a wraith, a death mask covering his features.

Even then you're thankful for the mask, as he smells of death as he stalks about your home.

You scream, begging to know who he is.

Only for him to remove the mask...

Making you feel sick.

Normally people would be happy to see their beloved alive again.

Not you.

He looks like a corpse to you...

His voice is now distorted, rotten as he encourages you to embrace him.

He tells you he wants you to come with him, that he's still your Reyes.

But he's not, not to you.

He's a monster, not your boyfriend.

When you refuse... He takes you by force.

He wrangles you into his grasp before sneaking off into the darkness.

When you try to scream... He covers your mouth.

This is no longer Reyes.

This is Reaper.

He's an omen of death that has always kept track of you since Moira revived him.

By this point, manipulation isn't needed.

He already knows he's a monster, one you no longer love.

But you're all he has left now... You're meant to be his...

He won't let anyone else have you, even now.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello, make a part 2 of "Outside the Village". Reader encourages to go Donna to a mall. When they get to the shopping mall, Donna is fascinated by how big the building is. Reader said that you can buy so many things here which surprises Donna even more. It felt amazing to her to see such structure Reader thought her how to shop. They even go to the grocery store to find ingredients for Donna to use as recipe. Donna really enjoyed the grocery part. Reader is just happy to see her lover enjoying herself even after what happened to her in the village.

Note: Make it wholesome

Yesss!!! Thank you for you request!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!!!

Outside the house

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, BSAA agent! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 3,529

Summary: It's time for Donna to know more things about the modern world...

N/A: This is a second part of this one!!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

It seemed unlikely, and after everything that had happened, you were beginning to doubt that you could actually be calm again. That mission in Eastern Europe was anything but routine and not only did you achieve your goal, but you found something much better, love.

After the former Lord, Donna Beneviento, left everything behind to go with you, your life only got better. You liked the action, but of course anything that involved separating yourself from Donna sounded horrible, so much so that you begged the BSAA to give you a clerical position at their New York headquarters. After all, you were one of the best soldiers. You didn't have to beg too much.

Donna was… Fine, that was the right word. After everything that happened in the village, you couldn't ask for miracles, for her to adapt to the busy life and customs of the modern world, but she tried, she really tried.

Everything you show to Donna was fascinating to her, and also, although she didn't say it, it scared her. Fortunately, having that devilish doll Angie with you made things much easier for her.

“What are you doing, honey?” You asked, leaning on the couch and kissing the brunette's cheek. She was looking at the television screen with a grimace of disgust.

“That guy is... An idiot,” Donna muttered, frowning and pointing at the screen.

You looked at it and laughed amused, jumping off the couch to sit next to her.

“Oh, yeah, well, he’s a politician,” you mumbled. “Generally, politicians are idiots.”

She looked at you and smiled curiously, nodding.

“I prefer Mrs. Moira,” she said, changing the channel, looking for that adorable woman who spent all her time making recipes.

“Yes, yes... But I still haven't seen you make any of her recipes...” You whispered, feigning indifference.

Donna looked at you with an amused expression, and she reached for something between the cushions, pulling it out and showing it to you.

“Look, I've written them all down,” she told you enthusiastically, turning the pages of a small notebook you gave to her. You raised your eyebrows. You never imagined that a notebook with the BSAA seal contained something as innocent as cooking recipes.

“Oh, wow...” You nodded, reading that elegant handwriting. Donna had such a beautiful handwriting, she was beautiful. “I definitely want to try this…”

Donna leaned over to look at the pointed page and smiled tenderly.

“The cake with three chocolates and raspberry filling?” She asked, taking the notebook and reading the ingredients. You nodded profusely.

“I love chocolate,” you commented amused, stealing a quick kiss on her lips, to which Donna laughed shyly. “Do you think you can make it?”

“Of course I can, it's easy,” she replied, sure of herself. She may have been an insecure, shy and sick woman, but certainly, when it came to cooking, she had a lot of confidence.

“Everything seems easy to you,” you sighed, leaning on her shoulder.

“Cooking is easy, you just have to try doing it,” Donna murmured. You separated, feigning a terrible offense.

“Do I notice a certain tone of irony?” You asked with a dark voice. She looked at you and shook her head, with a smile that gave away her true response.

“No, I'm just saying that I've never seen you cook,” Donna murmured, avoiding your gaze. You crossed your arms, frowning.

“As far as I know, yesterday I brought you an exquisite delicacy. Fresh out of the oven… Bar’s oven, of course,” you said shyly, jokingly, giving her a nudge. She sighed with her mouth half open and left the notebook on the couch in a somewhat abrupt manner.

“Do you mean that greasy thing with plastic cheese?” She asked, with a face that told you that perhaps it was not an exquisite delicacy for her.

“People usually call it pizza,” you answered, leaning back on the couch. Donna laughed, offended, but the smile didn’t disappear from her face.

“No, no, no, (Y/N), call it whatever you want, but don't you dare to call it pizza,” she said, emphasizing her annoyance with her hands.

You rolled your eyes and laughed amused.

“Surely you can make a better one, huh?” You ironized, making her face become serious, accepting the challenge.

“Sure,” she said between clenched teeth.

“Well, come on, make it. I'll wait for you here,” you encouraged, pushing Donna off the couch, causing her to almost trip.

“Very well, what do you want?” She asked, crossing her arms and feigning impatience.

“Well, I don't know...” You sighed, also getting up and walking towards the small kitchen. “I'm going to see what's in the refrigerator.”

“Surprise, loser!” Angie doll squealed just as you opened the door.

“Yiahh!” You screamed, closing the door immediately and breathing deeply to calm yourself. “Damn… Angie!”

You opened the refrigerator again and the puppet came out of that place, laughing triumphantly, despite yourself.

“What the hell were you doing in there?” You asked with a growl, humiliated at having been scared by the doll, again.

The puppet jumped into the arms of her owner who looked at her with an annoyed expression.

“Did you see how scared she was, Donna? You've seen?” The doll asked her owner, who couldn't help but laugh at your confused expression.

“Angie...” The brunette sighed, lowering the doll to the floor.

“Oh, well... I guess there's not much to choose from here,” You mumbled, ignoring the incident with the doll and looking at your almost empty refrigerator. “Okay, Donna, I think the pizza will have to wait until we do the shopping.”

“Fine, but don't be late, okay? I don't like being alone,” she said, with a slightly sad tone, with the trembling of her hands revealing her fear of being alone in that place so unknown.

“Did you not hear me? I said, let's do it, I think it could be a good plan for a Saturday, don't you think?” You said, getting a little closer to her and holding her hand so she would stop shaking.

“I... I prefer, I prefer to stay, (Y/N)” she said shyly, moving away from your hold and lowering her head. You sighed and rolled your eyes again, placing your hands on her shoulders.

“Come on, Donna... You have to leave the house,” you said, continuing with your relaxing massage. “Besides, I think you might like to go to the mall.”

“Mall…? What?” She asked, shaking her head and turning around, looking at you curiously.

“Oh, of course, yes, um... Well, it's a building where you can buy everything you want, food, clothes, appliances... It's the paradise of consumerism,”  you explained, amused. Her expression remained the same.

“Consumerism?” She asked, scratching the back of her neck, uncomfortable for not understanding your jokes about modern life.

“Yes, well... You know what? You better see it for yourself,” you said excitedly, placing a strand of black hair behind her ear. She shook her head, but curiosity still dominated her expression. “Plus, it's a good excuse to wear the blouse I bought you.”

“I... Well... I... Okay, (Y/N),” Donna finally said with a somewhat unsure smile. You smiled even more, stealing another kiss from her.

“Don't worry, if you get nervous, afraid, or think you're going to have a crisis, tell me and we'll go home, okay?” You said, cupping her face in your hands as she nodded, still not very convinced by your proposal.

“It's okay...” She sighed, closing her eye to enjoy your caresses and turning away to go to the bedroom and get dressed.

“Yes, Yes! Excursion!” Angie squealed, jumping on the couch excitedly. You growled, ready to put an end to her fun.

“Ah, no, Angie, you're not coming,” you said, pushing the puppet so she fell on the couch. As expected, she didn't react very well.

“What? Why? Why?” Angie asked with a nervous voice, irritating as always, demanding as ever.

“The nice people of New York are not used to seeing living dolls, you understand?” You explained to which her arms shook even more.

“I want to go! Take me to that moll!” She screeched, drawing the attention of Donna, who looked out to listen to the argument.

“Mall, Angie, and no, you're not coming,” you repeated, stopping the doll's attempts to bite you, something she already achieved once. “Donna, say something!”

After struggling with the doll, and dressing yourself too, you went to the car. Poor Donna was scared. Since she arrived to New York she had not left the house. Everything scared and fascinated her at the same time. A feeling that became palpable as you drove.

The brunette looked out the window at those huge buildings, those huge numbers of people walking. All the sounds, everything she saw, heard, was new to her. You didn't want to interrupt her. The truth was that her serene beauty was a sight worth seeing.

“How close we are, idiot?!”

Of course, there was always something that made all those quiet moments disappear. You gripped the steering wheel tightly, narrowing your eyes.

“Angie... Shut up,” you growled. Yes, the doll got her way and would go with you, hidden in a backpack, of course, something that wouldn't be funny. It was like a little revenge you were looking forward to enjoying.

Donna protested putting back on that black blouse you had bought her. She was beautiful with it, she really was.

“What's wrong?” You asked, ignoring the doll's screams and taunts as you did best and learned from your nephews, turning up the volume of the radio.

“These clothes are... Uncomfortable,” Donna said, with a marked accent emphasizing her discomfort.

“Nonsense, you look beautiful, Donna. If they told me I was going to see you wearing jeans, I probably wouldn't believe it,” you joked.

She looked at you and sighed, now playing with the seat belt.

“And this thing is...” She complained, making you laugh, enjoying her innocence.

“That's to save your life,” you explained. She looked at you and nodded, huffing amusedly. “If by chance, that porcelain demon makes me want to crash the car into a tree that would prevent us from flying out.

“Oh, I see,” she murmured, turning to look at the doll, “Angie, please behave.”

After a trip, too long for you, you arrived at the mall. Donna got out of the car with her eye fixed on that huge building. You were trying to put Angie in the backpack.

“Quiet now, huh?” You joked, closing the zipper and leaving that demon locked up, just like you wanted.

“It's… It's… Huge,” Donna murmured, when you approached her, placing the backpack on your shoulders.

“Yes, well, but it's not the biggest mall in the area,” you said, smiling and gently holding her hand to stop it from shaking.

“Are there any bigger ones?” Donna asked, walking slowly towards the entrance.

“Oh, yes,” you said, nodding and entering the building.

Donna's face at that moment was worthy of framing. Her eye widened in surprise and her hands began to sweat. All those stores, all those people. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to bring her with you, or maybe it had, because after a few moments of shock, her face broke into a smile.

“Can you buy things in all those places?” She asked, stopping at each of the shop windows, almost dragging you along in the process.

“Yes,” you said amused, looking at a dress store.

“Look, (Y/N), that dress is beautiful,” Donna told you, pointing to a dark and sad black dress. You faked a shudder. “Can you buy it for me?”

“Do you want to look like Morticia Addams?” You joked, pulling her away from that window.

No, you didn't want everything to go back to the way it was for her. You didn't want black dresses, darkness… You wanted her whole world to be bright, so she could forget everything that happened in the village. A difficult task, but when you saw her face, it didn't seem impossible to you.

“Who?” She asked, surprised. You shook your head, stopping for a moment to kiss her. You couldn't go long without doing it. Her innocent kisses were almost addictive.

“It doesn't matter,” you sighed, letting yourself be carried away again by her enthusiasm towards another window display.

“What is this?” Donna asked, pointing to a video game store.

“Well, it's to play,” you explained, taking a good look at the month's news. You were a soldier, yes, but you were also a big fan of video game consoles.

“Play?” She asked curiously, looking at all those colors and all the signs that said “buy me.”

“Yes, on a TV,” you said amused, to which she nodded, looking around her, observing all those people, all that commotion. “Hey, honey, are you okay? You need a break?” You asked, rubbing her back affectionately. She shook her head and smiled enthusiastically.

“I have never seen anything like this, (Y/N), so many people, so many things to buy...” She sighed melancholy. No, no horrible memories. Out of the corner of your eye you looked at the dress that caught her attention that much.

“Hey, do you still want that dress?” You whispered affectionately. She nodded enthusiastically.

Apart from that black dress, there weren't many other strange purchases.

Donna was fascinated, she asked about everything she saw, she went almost unnoticed among people, exploring that new world, that world that was foreign to her since she was born.

“Hey, let me out, I want to see it too!” Angie protested, with her devilish voice muffled by the fabric of your backpack.

“Okay, and this... is the supermarket,” you said, ignoring the doll's protests and pointing to the entrance to that other temple of unbridled consumerism. “Here you can buy everything, but normally what you buy is food.”

“What kind of food?” Donna asked, looking at the shelves overflowing with fruit in the place. You laughed as you grabbed a shopping cart.

“Well...All the food you want, Donna,” you said, pulling her arm so she wouldn't walk away from you.

“All the food I want?” She asked excitedly, following you slowly, wanting to look at each of the products.

“Yes,” you stated again, pulling her harder. “Hey, honey, don't walk away, okay? In these places to get lost is very easy.”

“I'm sorry,” she apologized, standing next to you with her head down.

"Don't apologize, I myself got lost in a mall when I was 5 years old,” you commented amused, to which she looked at you with a distrustful face.

“Oh, really?” Donna asked. “You seem to know these places well, I find curious that you got lost,” she whispered, without stopping looking everywhere. “Oh, look, there's the... The flour...”

Her shoulders fell when you reached that hallway, where piles and piles of flour seemed to confuse poor Donna, who looked at all those brands and colors a bit scared.

“Didn't you want flour?” You asked, breaking her out of her thoughts. She nodded, blinking repeatedly.

“Yes, yes but... Is all of this flour?” She asked confused, pointing to the shelf.

“Sure,” you said amused, getting a little closer to the products.

“I... I don't know which one to take, there are... There are too many...” She said nervously, putting a hand on her forehead.

“Take any one, like this one,” you said, grabbing a random package and leading Donna out of that overwhelming hallway.

“What now?” Donna asked, looking at the package of flour in the cart. “Have we already bought it?”

“No, no... We still have a lot of shopping to do,” you said, to which she nodded, probably mulling over the whole million different types of flour. “I'll explain how it works. We fill the car with everything we need and then we go to the checkout where some friendly cashiers will tell us how much we have to pay.”

“Oh, okay...” The brunette sighed, nodding, being drawn to a refrigerator that stores fresh herbs of all kinds. “Look, (Y/N), they have everything… Even if it's not season…”

“Hey, Donna, how did you buy the things you needed? You know, in the village,” you asked cautiously. It was true that you didn't want to bring up her past, but there were things you still wanted to know.

“I asked the Duke for them. I gave him the dolls I made and he brought me flour, vegetables... Everything I could need,” she explained, probably not remembering the village in a horrible way, since she was completely distracted by everything she had around.

“I understand,” you sighed interested, nodding as Donna filled the cart with some vegetables.

“But this is... Much better, there is everything here, all the time...” She murmured excitedly, turning to see a shelf that seemed curious to her. “What’s that?”

“Pre-cooked food, my favorite,” you sighed, grabbing her from behind and leaning on her shoulder.

“Pre-cooked?” She asked curiously, observing those boxes of frozen pizza with horror. “I didn't know there were kitchens here.”

“No, no, it's...” You said, shaking your head. “They make them in a factory and then freeze them and bring them here. They don't spoil because they contain a lot of preservatives and artificial things.”

“That doesn't sound healthy,” Donna commented, walking slowly between the freezers.

“It's not, but hey, people are sometimes in a hurry and... It's not bad once in a while...” You said quietly, embarrassed by the truth in her innocent words. Donna laughed sheepishly.

“You just said it was your favorite,” she said in a mocking tone, making you blush. You huffed in defeat.

“Well... The truth is that spicy pepperoni pizza isn't that bad at all,” you murmured, looking away.

“I can make you a better one,” she said determinedly, looking at the strange ingredients in that cardboard box. “Besides, pepperoni is not even Italian, it’s just a crude and aberrant…”

“Shhh,” you said amused, putting a finger between her lips. “Oki gnocchi, Donna, I get it. Pepperoni is wrong, but delicious…”

She smiled with a frown, accepting her indisputable victory with a slightly proud walk.

Little by little, the cart was filled with ingredients, or things that Donna found curious or interesting. The woman was... Happy, excited, fascinated by everything she was discovering. You explained things to her in the funniest way possible, and tried to resolve all of her doubts.

Everything was going perfect. You even already had everything you needed, including the ingredients for that delicious chocolate cake that was to come. You couldn't wait to get home, but as you passed a hallway filled with toys, Donna stopped, walking slowly toward a shelf where there were dolls.

The brunette reached out her hand to take one of them, examining it with a slightly more serious, sad face. All your senses went on alert, even Angie, who had somehow managed to open the zipper, gestured for you to go to her side.

“Hey, is everything okay?” You whispered affectionately in her ear. She sobbed, but nodded, returning the toy to its place.

“Yes, it's just that...”

“You miss your dolls, your home,” you said with a soft voice, speaking for her, expressing the feelings that she didn’t feel able to express. “Do you?”

She nodded, letting herself be embraced by you, with an even more melancholic look.

“All this, this new world is... fascinating, (Y/N), I’m very happy to be here with you, and when you teach me all these things...”

“Mm,” you murmured, letting her speak.

“It's just that sometimes I look back and think, I don't know... I liked making my dolls. It comforted me. It reminded me of my family...”

“Oh,” you sighed, thinking that perhaps her thoughts implied a desire to return to that place. Apparently, that wasn't the case, and you could only be glad for that. “Well, you can continue making them if you want.”

“I don't think I can, (Y/N), I had everything I needed there and...” Donna murmured, shaking her head, something you prevented with another stolen kiss.

“Have you forgotten where we are? Come on, let's pay for the food and get everything you need, okay?”

Donna's eyes widened and she nodded with a tender smile, with that smile that made you fall more and more in love with her.

“Could I really?”

“Of course, in addition, you did an almost masterful job. I’m convinced that you could sell them online and make a lot of money.

“Online?” She asked, confused again. Oh yeah, you hadn't mentioned internet to her yet.

“Yes, well... That requires more than a day of explanation...” You joked, putting your arms around her shoulders.

“Hey, (Y/N), I would like to tell you something,” she said, interrupting your steps. “I love you.”

You smiled when you heard those words in her voice, ones you hadn't heard since that incident in the village. You could only nod, and kiss her again.

“I love you too, Donna. So, so much...” You sighed, to which she smiled happily, truly happy. “Come on, come on, you still have to make me a delicious cake, or a pizza, or both…”

[hangesfavles]

Kitties and Compromises

4.3k words. nonbinary hange x fem reader, but readers gender is only mentioned twice.

Summary: Hange really wants a cat, and you don’t. On your way to work one day, you hear a distant meowing in a sewer drain.

No warnings btw! This is sfw and just fluffy <3

a/n!: hi! i don’t usually write fanfics. this is actually my first time seriously sitting down and trying to write a fic, but i was inspired by an experience that happened to me fairly recently!! i’m not sure if i’ll write any more fanfiction, but if y’all like my writing you can send in a request, but i can’t promise it’ll be done quickly 😓 i’ll probably only write wlw, nblw, or nblnb! as for characters, i’d be interested in writing for hange, yelena (from aot), moira o’deorain, junker queen, chloe price, or hazel callahan! also ik not that many people will probably see this, but if you like hange fanfics puh LEASE check out @abbyslev on tumblr and @sweetgirl_r on ao3! bc i love their works and they’ve both indirectly inspired me so much! pls read their work its amazing <3 cross posted on tumblr and ao3, pls don’t steal my writing btw :3

What were the odds of something like this happening to you? ​​Hange simply must’ve been manifesting this into the universe. The day started just like any other, waking up in the morning next to your spouse, Hange. You always wake up before them, reluctant to leave the warm comfort of Hange’s embrace. Even when they’re asleep they find ways to be clingy, whether that be trapping your body against their own as they cage you with their arms or simply latching onto your back and nuzzling your hair, it always makes mornings that much harder. You always admire their sleeping face before leaving your shared bed; Their peaceful expression and lack of their usual eyepatch reminds you how much they trust you. You groggily slip out of their arms, eliciting their normal whimpers and sleepy pleas for you to rejoin them. You kiss their cheek, not even bothering to respond to their words. You know they won’t remember their words or your own regardless. You get yourself dressed in your boring, formal work attire required for your office job. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you head to the bathroom first. You grab your toothbrush from the holder, smiling as you do so. The sight of Hange’s toothbrush next to your own always makes your heart flutter. Despite having lived with them for quite some time, you always fall victim to the butterflies in your stomach when you see your items mixed with their own. Simple things, like their “Best teacher” mug gifted to them by one of their students next to your plastic and faded Hello Kitty cup you’ve had since childhood, or your coat hanging on the same rack as theirs.

Your next stop is the kitchen. You always make lunch for yourself as well as Hange the night before, otherwise they’ll skip lunch entirely or on rare occasion buy fast food. It never bothers you, though. You love being able to do nice things for them. You know they appreciate it, because they send sweet ‘thank you’ messages along with a photo of them eating it every day without fail. Seeing their smile while eating the food you prepared specifically for them makes your effort completely worth it. You grab your food, placing it into your bag.

The third and final place you head towards is the living room. You grab your laptop- previously discarded- from the coffee table and place it in your bag as well. You groan softly with annoyance as you remember how Hange had distracted you last night from finishing a particularly long assignment from your boss. You had been working diligently for a few hours before Hange arrived home, demanding attention from you. You can’t even blame yourself, because how could you say no to your loving spouse’s puppy eyes? Not to mention the fact they had also enticed you by offering to watch a new movie with you until it was time to make dinner. That’s another action that never fails to make your heart beat faster in your chest. They make dinner while you prepare tomorrow’s lunch, always on the counter closest to them. You sigh as you think about the fact you’ll have a little bit of extra work to do while you leave the house and enter your car to drive to work.

Hange loves you. Everything about you, and anything that comes with you. They love your day-to-day routine, never growing bored even when doing monotonous tasks and chores. Things they had hated previously have magically become more interesting, like grocery shopping or doing laundry. But even so, something felt… missing. They were 100% sure this feeling has nothing to do with the love they have for you, or the love you have for them. They undeniably and unconditionally love you, otherwise they wouldn’t have proposed to you. They knew early on into your relationship that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you by their side. Because of this, they want to have a family with you. Neither of you had been particularly fond of the idea of having children- at least, not yet. Having a child is a lot of work, as well as an incredibly big time and financial commitment. They want a cat. They knew that they wanted a pet cat before they had even moved out of their parents’ house… However, they also knew that you were against the idea. They’ve been begging for the past few months about how badly they want to adopt one, only to be shut down by you, saying how expensive it would be to buy one, as well as the essentials for it: a collar, carrier, grooming supplies, litter box, litter, a scooper, toys, food bowls, food in general, as well as occasional vet visits. Between both of your jobs, you and Hange live comfortably. If the two of you agreed to cut back on recreational spending, they were sure buying a pet was within reason, but they knew you didn’t want to. You enjoyed being able to go on nice dates with them on occasion, to the movies, aquarium, dinner, art museums, and sometimes you even do escape rooms together. They also savor the dates you go on together, but that doesn’t stop them from asking you at least twice a week if you’ve warmed up to the idea of owning a cat. Spoiler alert, you haven’t. So imagine their surprise when they receive a video call from you in the middle of class, revealing you holding a dirty, gray kitten with one hand.

Really, what were the odds of this happening? After getting out of your car when you arrived at the office building, you hear loud, high-pitched cries coming out of a nearby sewer. Your kind heart wouldn’t and couldn’t ignore it. You follow the sound, crouching in front of the drain, that’s when you see it. The tiniest kitten you’ve ever laid eyes on, seemingly trapped at the bottom of a sewer drain. You jog as fast as your heels can take you, alerting your boss about the situation, telling him you’ll clock in as soon as you can help the poor thing. He graciously allows you to do so, a perk of being a dedicated manager. You jog back towards the drain, kneeling down to look at the kitten again. You were sure if you called the cops that they would take hours to show up, if at all. Instead, you search for the phone number of your local fire department.

Saving this goddamn cat was a long process. Who knew removing the cover of a drain would take so long? It had taken over two hours to remove the cover, and then another forty five minutes to lure the kitten close enough for the firefighter to grab. The kitten was left in your care after it was safely removed from the drain. Luckily, it was dry except for its paws. You were considering what you should do at this moment. The kitten doesn’t seem to have a collar, and you can see a few fleas crawling around on its back. You realize that you simply can’t place it on the ground to roam free once more, what if it’s hungry? What if it gets hurt or stuck again? You’re not sure you would be able to sleep at night knowing you abandoned the cat. You figure you should first and foremost take it to the vet to see if it possibly has an owner who microchipped it. Before doing so, you decide to do what any rational person would do, call Hange. You feel bad for bothering Hange when you know that they’re working, but you wanted to tell them what you’ve dealt with for the past three hours.

When Hange feels the vibration of their phone in their pocket, illuminating from your call, they know that they should answer. They hold their phone in their hand before glancing around their classroom, the eyes of their students peering at them curiously. They chuckle nervously. “...Ah, pardon me for a minute! My wife is calling me. Feel free to chatter while I’m away, just be sure to keep it down, okay?” They give the class an awkward thumbs up and a matching smile. They aren’t sure if you’ve ever called them while they were working, and they feel a pang of worry as they step out of their classroom and into the hallway to answer the call.

The look on their face was priceless. Their eye widens a little with confusion, their lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but they clearly have trouble finding the words. You speak before they do, explaining briefly how you heard the kitten crying, the amount of time it took to save the small creature, and how you plan to take it to a vet to see if it has an owner. After you’re finished speaking, Hange is quick to ask you “Can we keep it if it doesn’t have a chip? C’mon, pretty please? This opportunity is perfect! We won’t have to pay hundreds of dollars to adopt one, we just gotta cover the essentials!” They beg you, barely even stopping for breath as they plead quickly. “I don’t know, Han… Let me take it to the vet first. I’ll let you know what happens from there.”

Hange has been on the edge of their seat all day. You’ve been sending them updates, albeit slowly, considering the kitten is being tested for multiple things, like parasites, ear and eye infections, and other long term health conditions like feline leukemia. What they know so far is that the kitten is- according to the vet- probably a girl, not microchipped, and the poor thing is infested with fleas. You had mentioned to Hange that the vet said it’s a little bit early to tell if she’s really a girl, but that she currently looks like one. Hange has never been so attached to their phone at work before. They can’t help but glance at it between sentences, hoping to see their screen lit up by a message from you.

Today has been tiring, despite not even truly having gone into work. You’re stressed, nervous, and worst of all, bored. Your boredom doesn’t help your running thoughts. Instagram can only distract your brain so much when all you can think about is this kitten you’ve unwillingly bonded with. The longer you sit in the waiting room, the more you realize how worried you really are about being able to keep the kitten, despite your initial reservations about keeping a stray animal. She was just that cute. Throughout the whole car ride to the vet, she sat in your lap obediently, even curling up into a ball and purring. Not once did she cry or try to escape your lap. She had only started crying once you left her alone with the vet, and that broke your heart more than you’re willing to admit. You already feel like you have a bond with her, and it would be devastating if she happened to be sick or injured. What you’re waiting for right now is for her to use the bathroom. Number two is preferable, but they would work with number one if that’s all she could do. You silently thank yourself for stopping by a grocery store to get her some canned cat food, which she had eaten in the car on the way here. After waiting in the vet for a whopping 4 more hours, they had concluded all of the proper tests. The vet calls you back into the exam room, ready to talk about the results. Apparently, she ended up doing number 2 when she was left alone in a kennel. “Hello Mrs. Zoe!” He says with a friendly smile. “So, I’ll start with the bad news. Our little friend here has plenty of fleas, which I’m sure you saw already, and after running tests on her stool, I found that she does indeed have a parasite.” After hearing his words, you feel your nervousness festering more than ever. You nod at his words, urging him to continue. “But, there’s plenty of good news. The parasite is nothing life-threatening. She just needs to be medicated every day for a week. Other than that, she is entirely healthy. Do you plan on keeping her?” You think about your answer for a moment, but inside, you knew your mind was already made up. You had plenty of time to think about it in the waiting room, and you can’t deny the fact you’re already smitten with the small animal. You nod at him, a small smile appearing on your face as well. “Well, that’s great! You’ll have to come back tomorrow or the day after to pick up her medicine. We’ll give you a call when it’s ready to be picked up.” He flashes you another award-winning smile before leaving the room to retrieve the kitten. “Congratulations, she’s very well behaved.” He comments as he hands her back to you carefully. “Thank you, doctor. My spouse is going to be absolutely over the moon.” You giggle softly as you hold her once more and leave the office. You hold the kitten in one hand, and reach into your pocket to check the time on your phone. By now, it was almost time for Hange to get off of work. You sit in the car, the kitten once more making herself comfortable on your lap. You try not to think about her fleas as you take a moment to video call Hange once more.

Hange had just finished their last class of the day when you called. They were sitting at their desk, grading some old assignments before they officially left school. This was typical for them, because they absolutely hated dealing with the traffic caused by all of the other teachers, as well as students and school buses leaving the area at once. They see your call and immediately answer with a huge, dopey smile on their face. “Hi, love!” They exclaim, evidently excited for whatever updates you’re going to give them. When the video loads, they aren’t met with your dazzling beauty, but another small, adorable face. You can’t help but giggle as you look down at your phone, the angle making the kitten look funny. She paws the screen in front of her. “D'aww!! She’s so cuteee!” Hange squeals with excitement at the view. You giggle lightheartedly at Hange’s childish excitement. Their enthusiasm for the world around them was something that drew you in immediately about them, and it is still a trait that you adore. “Isn’t she? She’s so sweet and well behaved.” You move the phone away from the kitty, instead showing Hange your face. “Has she melted your cold heart already?” They tease with a soft chuckle. “Oh, shut up Hange!” You giggle at their joke anyways. “I’m just teasing, love. Soooo… Is she ours? Is she healthy?” They ask excitedly, but they already assume that the answer is yes, considering how happy you seem to be. “I just got done speaking with the vet, apparently she has a parasite.” You notice Hange’s lips part into an ‘o’ shape as you say this. You can also notice the concern morphing its way into their features. “But he said that after being medicated for… like… a week or so, she should be perfectly fine.” Hange’s earlier excitement makes a comeback, the worry melting off their features as they squeal a bit. “C’mon, we have to keep her!” They whine and plead. “You love her already, it’s obvious. Stop avoiding the question.” A pout forms on Hange’s lips as they try to convince you for the umpteenth time to have a pet. You sigh softly at their cute expression, giggling breathily at their antics. “I do love her. And you’re right, this is a perfect chance for us to have a pet since we didn’t have to buy her. I guess love is about compromise, or whatever… And since I know how much you’ve always wanted a cat, we can keep her.”

Hange had rushed home in record speed. It’s shocking that they got home in one piece without any tickets or crashes. You were right in the assumption that they would be over the moon about this perfect coincidence, Hange wanted to meet her more than anything. You have been home for a bit by the time Hange arrives at your shared home. They practically launch through the door, before realizing their excitement might startle the kitten. When you hear the door opening, you greet them at the door with your arms open wide. They quickly rush into your embrace, lifting you up and enthusiastically shaking you around. They place a chaste kiss on your lips before putting you on the floor once more. “Not that I’m not excited to see you, but where is she?” They ask with childlike excitement. They’re practically bouncing off the walls. As if on cue, a high pitched cry emits from the bathroom. “I have her in the bathroom right now and I put a blanket in there with her. We’re-” Your sentence is cut off by Hange making their way to the bathroom, carefully opening the door. You smile at their excitement, following after them. “Make sure she doesn’t get out. We’re gonna need to give her a flea bath before she can leave the bathroom.” Hange mumbles out a ‘mhm’ before kneeling beside the bathtub. The kitten is looking up at them with big doe eyes. Hange is doing all they can not to squeal and shout from how utterly adorable she is. You decide to take a seat on top of the closed toilet, simply content to see your partner so lively. Hange carefully outstretches their hand to the animal, who seems to back away the tiniest bit. “Heeeeyyyyyyy baby…” They whisper quietly. “Pspspsp…” The kitten sniffs Hange’s finger skeptically, but doesn’t react otherwise. They take this as a sign that it’s okay to pet her. Two of their lithe fingers scratch at the top of the kitten's head, much to her content. Hange mumbles sweet, hushed words to the animal that you can’t really hear. The world around you seems to grow blurry, as you tune out everything else that isn’t your partner and your newfound pet. There wasn’t anything else worth caring about at the moment. The tenderness Hange displays, a stark contrast from their typical erraticism, has your heart thumping in your chest. Hange has always been equally caring as they are observant. While Hange will probably always be excitable, they’re very aware of other’s emotions. They know when someone is overwhelmed or tired, or maybe shy and nervous, meaning they always know when they should turn it down a notch. Quiet moments with them were always your favorite moments. Moments where you two could simply be, without the need for conversation or action. Moments like this morning, where you can stare at their tired face without any ounce of uncomfort. Hange scoops up the kitten into their arms, holding her near their chest, seemingly unbothered by the fleas littering her body. They look up at you, smiling with their teeth and giggling. Their eyes are squinted shut by how much they’re smiling. Even as you’re lost in thought, not fully aware, you smile back at them unconsciously because it’s second nature. You snap out of your trance when you see a flea jump off of her body. “Yuck.” You say, squishing the bug with your shoe and picking it up with a piece of toilet paper. “I picked up some flea shampoo when I went to get her something to eat.” You say, holding up a purple bottle. “She won’t like this, but put her in the sink.”

The two of you have spent the better part of an hour picking the rest of the bugs out of the kitten's fur. The flea bath helped substantially, but there were still some that crawled around. Neither of you have spotted bugs for a few minutes, so you retire from your task, wrapping the small animal in a towel as Hange holds her, trying to transfer their own warmth to her. “She’s such a sweetie.” They coo softly, bouncing the kitty as if she’s a small child. “We should feed her soon. Did you get anything else from the pet store?” They ask, tilting their head at you as they ask. “No, she got really antsy when she was alone for too long, so I tried to run in and out as fast as possible. We’re gonna have to go back.” “Oh, but we can’t leave her to go out, what if she thinks we abandoned her!?” They ask you with puppy eyes. “We can’t take her out, she could still have fleas. I can ask someone to watch her while we go out.” You say, pulling out your phone to text one of your and Hange’s shared friends.

Levi and Erwin step into your home, the former appearing to be intensely displeased. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this on a weekday.” Levi grumbles, while Erwin smiles politely at you and Hange. “He’s being dramatic, it’s no trouble. You two will only be gone for an hour before we head home again.” Erwin chuckles, walking to the living room, where the now dried kitten sits on the couch. She runs and hides at the sight of so many people. “Thank you guys for doing this, I know it’s last minute.” You chuckle nervously at Levi’s obvious irritation. “We didn’t exactly have the luxury to give you notice, Shorty.” Hange teases, grinning as Levi rolls his eyes. “Whatever, three eyes. Get going so we can get home already.” Hange pouts, not only from the nickname, but also at the fact they’re being rushed out of their own home. You try not to burst out laughing at the nickname. “Three eyes is diabolical.” You choke out, opting to take their hand and head out, hopefully so Hange doesn’t feel embarrassed. “We’ll be back soon, thank you again!” You wave, before hopping in the car with a pouting Hange to get supplies for your currently unnamed pet.

Who knew shopping with Hange would take so long? You knew, actually. You were vaguely aware of the fact that Hange’s erraticism isn’t the best trait when trying to go shopping quickly. You’ve only been shopping with them a few times, and after an hour of bouncing around the store, it becomes a little bit tiring. This doesn’t even account for the many different random items they tend to pick up and insist they need. A similar thing happens when you attempt to shop for your cat. You asked Hange to find a decently sized litter box, and they come back to beg you for toys they think look funny, a bed shaped like a ramen cup, a hat for the kitten, and a matching onesie for her. You have to refrain from twitching your eye as they entirely forgot to get the litter box you tasked them to find. You end up putting the toys, bed, and hat in the basket, since you planned on buying her these things anyway. “Han... My beloved... You forgot the litter box.” You watch as they chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of their neck. “Right... Be right back.” They turn away, determined to get the litter box, (and only the litter box,) while you decide between two bundles of kitten food.

Hange finds you once more, looping their arms around your waist. You’re momentarily shocked, but you quickly recognize the scent of them surrounding you. They place their head on your shoulder, proud of the fact they managed not to pick up anything except the litter box. They poke your cheek, giving you a grin. When you turn your head towards them, they tap their finger against their cheek, silently asking to be rewarded for completing the task you gave them. You roll your eyes playfully and give them a soft peck.

You return home after an hour and a half, being slightly delayed by Hange’s typical short and ever-changing attention span. Erwin helps you and Hange bring in the bags of cat necessities. You and Hange tiredly plop down on your couch once you’ve finished, feeling tired from all the events of the day. Levi sighs from beside you. You and Hange look at him, seeing the cat curled up and sleeping on his lap. “This damn cat wouldn't leave me alone. Always craving attention, like it can't survive without constant petting. Needy little furball.” He grumbles. Despite his attitude, he still allows her to sleep in his lap, which you and Hange are both grateful for. He carefully picks her up, shifting her into Hange’s lap instead. They both try their best to ensure she isn’t disturbed by the transfer. You stand up as Levi does, seeing the couple out. “Thank you both again for doing this. We’ll see you guys on Sunday for dinner. It’s our turn to cook this week!” You giggle. Erwin pats your shoulder in a dad-like fashion. “Don’t mention it. Levi was loving the attention she gave him. See you Sunday.” He smiles. To this, Levi rolls his eyes, elbowing his lover lightly as you see them out.

Once again, you plop on the couch beside your own lover. They look at you with worry. “What are we going to do with her? She’s gonna be so scared if we leave her at home, all alone...” You raise your eyebrow, wondering where this conversation is leading. “I’m sure she’ll get used to it. It’s impossible for us to have someone watch her every day while we’re at work.” In response to your words, they cover the kitten's ears. “You’re evil! How could you talk about our daughter that way?” They pout, giving you puppy eyes. You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at their joke. “You know...” They start. You look at them tiredly, knowing you probably won't like whatever comes next. “We could always get another to keep her company.”

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hi, me again! the advice from the last ask was super very helpful, and i have that characters mask figured out now ^_^ i have a question tho, about a v different set of characters.

so im planning this comic about a sort of cyberpunkish dystopian world, the precise worldbuilding is still fuzzy. anyway one of the protagonists is a wheelchair user due to a genetic condition. i envision her as crafty and intelligent, but i don't want to have her character fall into the whole 'wheelchair tech nerd/man in the chair' thing.

so i want to give her a lot of upper body strength, where she can do cool and difficult feats- she also carries weapons on her and stuff. yknow, cool character things right, kind of upped for storytelling purposes

and this may be a silly question but i don't know if there's a point where the kind of things she's able to do would have her seem not disabled? like she doesn't use her legs for any of these things, and she can't walk really at all, but i don't want to do the whole 'character has ability that negates the disability'. hm this feels dumber the more i write idk

also if you're going to read all this i might as well give you a drawing of her. her name is Strike thank you for reading i hope you can answer ty

[id: a drawing of a black woman with blue ponytails, a black tank top with green edges, and a utility belt. she is in a wheelchair, and has one arm behind her head. above the drawing are the words, "Moira 'Strike' Lenore". next to the drawing are three doodles: the first one is the same woman in her wheelchair showing the middle finger, the second is the same woman with a happy expression, and the third is a different character in a coat standing dramatically. end id]

^did i do that right. thank you again

Hello lovely asker!

hello again, I'm glad one of our mods was able to help you! Also there are no silly or dumb questions here <3.

So a character's strength—especially if they use mobility aids or a wheelchair in this question—does not negate the fact that they are still disabled. And in reality, a lot people who use walkers, wheelchairs, etc have ridiculous upper body strength. If the character mostly depends on their arms for stability, movement, transferring, then you end up building those muscles because of lifting either heavy mobility aids or having to lift your own weight.

All this is very realistic actually! And the design is really cute too (I love the hair). Happy writing!

~ Mod Virus 🌸

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welcome back slow horses fandom. it's the season finale 😭😭😭 i don't even know what i'm going to do with my life after these 52 minutes (it's so short!!?? why will smith why??)

anyways for the last time this season spoilers below for s4 ep6. have fun reading my thoughts. hopefully there will be a lot of thirsting about river bc i love him.

SHOOT TO KILL ON RIVER??? EXCUSE ME??? tell him diana river is a baby he wouldn't kill anyone without good reason (or by accident but whatever)

thank god patrice didn't think to check for phone. and that river hasn't lost said phone.

damn that's a fancy ass restaurant. i'm scared.

HELLO DAD HELP I SCREAMED I WAS NOT PREPARED. I KNEW IT BUT AGALLAJDHLAGHSLEINZJWK

once again if you skip the title credits i don't trust you. it's a masterpiece.

on the credits bit i hope next season they put written by emmy winner will smith. they need to highlight that. my man won an emmy for his brilliant writing. they should be shouting it from the rooftops

this bitch didn't send my baby birthday cards after his 9th birthday but she had the audacity to tell louisa to remind my son i exist. bitch.

i want you locked up i'm so proud.

he might believe he's unappreciated but let's all remember lamb would absolutely secretly freak out if river disappeared for reals

i feel like i'm at a ted talk. that's my sassy baby right there i love him so much. he's so pretty i can't

ok i have agree with frank. maybe it's my hate grandpa david but he def keeps river around like a pet

this conversation is grand. look at river standing up for himself and being sassy and smart. i'm so proud.

i love toddy and his mistletoe chair.

istg marcus if you're about to go gambling i will murder you. walk into that bookie and see what happens i dare you.

go louisa. girlboss

that baldspot on the back of lambs head actually stresses me tf out. babe your hair is so greasy and ik greasy is you thing but you'll be bald at this rate

moira WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT YOU STUPID STUPID WOMAN.

two train tickets to europe? start over? build a relationship? what are we in a romcom? hello???

fuck you, and stay away from my grandfather. i'm so proud of you my lovely baby boy

gotta give it to frank that murder plan is hot. slicing the femoral artery is hot. fave way for hypothetical murder.

babe you're not subtle WHY WOULD YOU WARN HIM THE DOGS ARE THERE

no SHUT UP MOIRA YOURE NOT HELPFUL

oh thank god roddy didn't get shot

well outside the restaurant is a disaster

oh did he get shot. and he's gonna be a baby about it lmao

please i can't stop laughing he's so dumb STOP STRUGGLING YOU STUPID FUCK YOU WONT BE ABLE TO GET THAT GRENADE OUT IF YOURE ACTING LIKE THIS. thank god for louisa

oh my fucking god moira stop fucking moving you're not helping

i love louisa and river's friendship. it's actually so important to me.

GO COE SLAY EMO BOY

is it bad i kind of hope patrice like... wins? he needs a win i hope he gets something

ow??? that was uncalled for frankly elevator stairs HURTS those poor civilians

RUN BABYGIRL RUN DEFEAT YOUR FATHER

NOOOOOO THEY KILLED PATRICE that's so sad omg HE DESERVED A HAPPY ENDING

oh wait he didn't die. yay!!!

genuinely why are two slow horses faster runners than a team of dogs. don't dogs like.. run for a living??? oh it was artistic decision got it

SLAY SHIRLEY SHOOT THE MEAN MAN

omg SHUT UP MOIRA

YES LAMB YES SHIRLEY SLAY what a bunch of icons (not u moira i don't like you)

OH SHIT HE KILLED MARCUS. oh no poor shirley

smart boy river i'm so proud. i dont know how to say this without it being incredibly weird but like i feel like a proud mother hen but also would fuck him so fucking fast

immediate ick don't call my baby son

don't fucking son me gagged i'm so attracted to you river cartwright

wait patrice is alive??? (i'm sad bc marcus is dead but like yay!! patrice is alive!! he's a baby!! look at him he wants to die that's a sign of sadness inside!!)

marcus and shirley were platonic soulmates you can't change my mind.

GO COE GO (actually love him for that. shirley would've spiraled if she shot him even if it was for marcus. coe knows what's up) (but also sad bc patrice lowkey slayed and kinda sad he's dead)

my son river GET MY MANS NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH LITERALLY SHUT UP YOU FUCK

kinda obsessed with franks accent ngl it's fun

wait what failsafe. i'm now very scared

OH FUCK THATS THE FAILSAFE?? HEAD OF SERVICE??? damn that's some failsafe.

lamb cares a shit tonne about his horses you can fucking fight me over that.

ok moira i don't like you but you slayed that convo starter with whelan. whelan i'm so disappointed in you i really thought i'd like you and boom your actually a dick with zero thoughts (i really thought you were secretly smart dammit)

oooh i like that jacket rivers wearing.

damn they finally forced david into assisted living. that sucks :/ but like also maybe river will be able to stop being so worried all the time. oh my poor baby river this is so hard on him too.

river loves his grandad so much i feel so bad for him.

i love river and lambs relationship. they hate each other but also respect each other and would definitely protect one another even if they complain the entire time and i love that for them.

NO THE SEASON IS OVER. WHAT HAPPENS TO FRANK THOUGH. WILL THEY LET THE LETTERS BE PUBLISHED OR COMPLY WITH FRANK. I NEED ANSWER oh next season preview slay

preview thoughts:

RODDY HAS A MANBUN?

WAS THAT RIVER AND LOUISA KISSING NOOOOO WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIENDSHIP BESTIES at least louisa looks mildly terrified (istg river get your feelings straight)

omg river and coe are gonna be besties??? (how did this man get beaten up in the face and pink liquid all over himself while coe looks flawless and clean in that emo majestic type way of his??)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LIFE IS AWFUL SLOW HORSES IS OVER AND WHO KNOWS WHEN SEASON 5 COMES OUT

[leorawright]

Hello. Can I request Ashe, Mercy, Moira, Symmetra and Zarya dating S/O, who love fighting dirty (throwing sand in enemy's eyes, attacking enemy from behind ect.)?

Sure!

Overwatch with s/o who fights dirty

Ashe

Oh she definitely approves

She doesn't call ir fighting dirty you're just being smarter than the enemy

She fights like that as well so you two are a menace to fight against

Also she let's you borrow some dynamite if you ask nicely

Mercy

At first she's a little appalled by your methods but pretty soon she's desensitized to them

Plus it's not like you're breaking any rules you're just trying to best your enemy

As long as you're not breaking any laws Mercy doesn't really mind how you fight but she personally doesn't fight dirty

Moira

Oh you know she is completely unphased by your way of fighting

She's never really been one for morals so you do what you need to to win

If you're in trouble Moira isn't afraid to fight dirty too

And it's not like anyone really cares how you fight as long as you win

Symmetra

Definitely taken aback and a little confused with your fighting methods

She believes rules should be followed in order to better everyone's lives so you fighting dirty has her conflicted

She doesn't say anything to you though as it's your fighting method

Zarya

Openly against it

She believes in fighting fair and even if you won she feels guilty about the way fought to win

She also offers to help you fight in more upfront ways so you don't have to fight dirty

The only time she is okay with you fighting dirty is when you're clearly outmatched against your opponent

[shion-yu]

Day 5: Rogue Organ

I believe this is the oldest I’ve ever written Cliff and Elliot, and it’s a bit different. Not so much a whumpy sickfic as a cozy family story, if that’s not your thing I get it. Featuring Mia: Cliff and Elliot’s 5-year-old daughter. 2,354 words, no TW/CW. @sicktember

The spleen wasn’t a necessary organ to live, Cliff’s doctor said. He pressed on Cliff’s distended abdomen, eliciting a wince of pain. At this point it was causing more problems than there were benefits of keeping it, so they might as well remove it. 

“Are you sure you’re not just trying to sell it?” Cliff asked dryly. He’d been coming to see Dr. Thomas, his immunologist, for over five years now. They’d developed a mutual understanding by now that while Cliff did not like beating around the bush, he also had a dark sense of humor. 

“Believe me, no one would pay much for this spleen of yours,” Dr. Thomas said with an amused smirk. “It’s covered in lesions still, despite your last few courses of steroids.”

Cliff sighed deeply. He didn’t want another surgery, nor did he want to spend time in the hospital. He’d had his lung transplant a bit over two years ago, an event that while traumatic, had been an incredible success in the end. He hadn’t needed oxygen since recovering and while he was still working on his stamina, it was nothing compared to the all-consuming illness of his months in the hospital waiting for a pair of lungs. He’d managed to stay away from being hospitalized since then, an achievement he was very proud of. For the first time in his daughter’s life, he felt like he could be just a dad to her and not her dad that was always needy and never home. 

Now Mia was five and a spitfire at that. She had Moira’s wavy red hair and dainty looks, but could be so headstrong that Cliff couldn’t believe she was raised by him and Elliot. How could someone so curious, loving and intelligent be theirs, he sometimes wondered? And right now, he dreaded telling her that he'd have to be in the hospital again.

Cliff returned from his appointment with a heaviness in his heart, knowing he had bad news. Elliot had already picked Mia up from daycare and he found them in the living room. Mia was coloring independently, their dog Clover at her feet while Elliot sat at the piano testing different notes for what Cliff knew to be his debut solo project. This was Cliff’s little family, he thought fondly as he came upon them. The family he chose and never wanted to leave, even though he’d come terrifyingly close to doing so before he had his transplant. He watched them silently at the doorway for a few seconds before he made himself known with a warm, “I’m home.”

Mia hopped down from her coloring table immediately, rushing over to him and giving him a hug. “Daddy!” She exclaimed happily, Clover standing next to her wagging her tail. Cliff put a hand on each of their heads and smiled.

“Hello my darlings. How was your day?” When Cliff spoke like this it was natural now. But had anyone ever told teenage Cliff that he’d ever have a family he loved more than life itself, whom he spoke to with open affection so confidently, he would have scoffed at the ridiculousness. 

“We did birthdays today,” Mia informed him. “For Addie and Vincent.” Every month the preschool had a joint birthday celebration at snack time for the kids whose birthdays were that month. Cliff had made funfetti cupcakes with strawberry frosting for it last night. 

“That’s so fun,” Cliff said. “Elliot?”

Elliot did not look up from the piano at first. “I’m almost done with this verse,” he said. He was clearly concentrating, but tilted his head anyways for Cliff to kiss his cheek as he did every day. Cliff gave him one, lingering longer than usual and taking in the familiar smell of his husband. “Oh, how was your appointment?”

Cliff didn’t answer right away. He didn’t want to say it in front of Mia, yet. “I’ll tell you after dinner,” he said. Elliot immediately looked up then, his brow furrowed in instant confusion. If it had been good, he knew Cliff would have said so right away. He frowned but nodded. 

Dinner felt mostly normal. Mia chattered about preschool and playing outside and petting the neighborhood dogs. Elliot told her to eat her vegetables; Cliff told her she could have ice cream if she ate them all. He was always the softer parent, but he wanted to give Mia all the affection he himself had never gotten as a child. Since the day he’d met her, right after she was born, Cliff looked at her and thought to himself: how could anyone *not* love their child this much?

After dinner, Mia waited on the couch playing with her doll until Cliff brought her with him for his evening walk with Clover. Cliff told her to give him ten minutes, then went to the kitchen where Elliot did the dishes. Cliff rested one hand on Elliot’s shoulder, promoting Elliot to turn the water off. He was already frowning, the lines of concern that were permanently etched into his features creasing. “What happened?” He asked.

“I need it out,” Cliff said quietly. “Too many lesions.” 

Elliot sighed and toweled his wet hands dry. They'd been delaying the inevitable as long as they could, but they had both known this was coming for a while. In the last two months though, the pain in Cliff's abdomen had grown worse and now he was having night sweats and weight loss. 

“Well. We’ll make it through,” Elliot said simply. 

“I want to tell Mia,” Cliff said. “When we go on our walk. I don’t want her to think it’s as serious as when I got my transplant.”

“But it is serious, Cliff,” Elliot said. “It’s a whole organ.”

“An organ that I can live without,” Cliff said. “It’s serious, but it’s not lungs. It’s not gonna be like that again.”

Elliot grimaced but nodded. Mia hadn’t been able to see Cliff for almost a month after his transplant, the doctors not willing to risk exposing him to kid germs. The team had urged them to wait longer, too, but they’d refused. “Do you want to come on our walk with us?” Cliff asked. Elliot nodded again. “Let’s go then.”

They leashed up Clover and Cliff put Mia’s socks and shoes on. She was old enough to do it herself now, but when she wasn’t in front of her friends she loved having her dads do everything for her still. Cliff didn’t mind. He knew she’d only be little once, and they weren’t planning on having another kid. Cliff held the leash in one hand, Mia’s in the other, and they headed downstairs. “Daddy’s joining us today too,” Cliff told her with a smile. Mia grinned happily, looking back to Elliot for confirmation, which she got. 

Outside, the weather was nice. Cliff tried to think of how to tell Mia the news. She was five, yes, but she knew far too much about the hospital and illness already. He didn’t want to scare her, but he also knew she did better when she was as prepared as possible.

“Baby girl? You know how I went to the doctor today?” He started.

“Uh huh,” Mia said, looking up at him with her hazel eyes that matched Cliff’s perfectly. Cliff’s grip on her hand tightened.

“Well, I have to get another surgery. There’s something in my belly called the spleen, and I need to have it taken out. But it’s not as serious as when I got my new lungs. We won’t have to be apart for more than a few days.” Cliff spoke slowly but clearly; they had never been ones for baby talk. They knew that even before Mia could speak, she knew Cliff had special needs. They figured if they let her know everything they could, she would be able to process it better.

Mia didn’t say anything at first, but she let go of Cliff’s hand and took Clover’s leash with a stony expression on her face. Cliff knew Elliot wanted to jump in, but he held up a hand. ‘Give her a minute.’

Finally, Mia spoke. “I don’t have to not see you like before?” 

“Nope. Papa will be very sleepy for a few days afterwards, so just then,” Cliff said. He didn’t go into the what ifs; what if he didn’t wake up from the anesthesia? He refused to entertain that possibility.

“Okay,” Mia said. Her little brow was furrowed in thought, and Cliff hated he was the reason she had to think of such big things at a young age. “Does it hurt?” 

“The surgery?” Cliff asked in surprise. 

“No, your belly. Does it hurt now?”

“A little,” Cliff said. “It’s not so bad. But we should fix it before it gets worse.”

Mia nodded seriously. “I don’t want you to hurt, Papa. So that’s why they should take it out.”

“That’s right,” Cliff said warmly, his heart swelling with emotion. “You’re so smart and caring.” He glanced back at Elliot, who’d stayed quiet through this conversation, and he suddenly thought that maybe Elliot had needed to hear this just as much as Mia had. He could see tears in Elliot’s eyes, and when Cliff smiled at him Elliot wiped them away quickly.

“When’s it come out?” Mia asked.

“Hmm. I think the doctor will tell us soon. But probably this month,” Cliff said. “Is there something special you want to do before then?” Even if the surgery went entirely well, Cliff was pretty sure he'd be down for a while afterwards. 

“I’ll think about it,” Mia said very seriously. Cliff laughed. Their daughter had a fierce memory, and they knew by now not to offer her anything that they didn't intend on following through with. He was sure she'd think of something she really wanted, and Cliff knew he’d give her whatever it was within reason, and slightly beyond it. 

Four weeks and one family trip to San Francisco to visit Moira later - Mia’s favorite place - Cliff went into surgery. Mia was with Elliot’s mom in the apartment and Elliot was by Cliff’s side. All the scary memories from Cliff's transplant hovered in their minds at full force, but they told each other it was going to be so much better this time. And despite all their fears, it was.

Cliff woke up from the anesthesia quickly, the best blessing they could have hoped for. He was confused and in pain, but his vitals were stable and he asked for Elliot until they let his husband into recovery. Elliot stood by his stretcher, immediately holding his hand and brushing Cliff’s face comfortingly. “I’m right here baby. You did so well,” Elliot told him.

“Where’s Mia?” Cliff asked dizzily. Now that he had Elliot accounted for, he needed Mia, too. 

“She’s with mom,” Elliot said. “Everybody’s safe. Just relax.” He told Cliff all of it as many times as he needed to hear it. He’d happily do this as opposed to waiting with bated breath for Cliff to be extubated, as he had too many times before. There has been concerns about putting Cliff under anesthesia and intubating for the first time since his transplant, but he’d done even better than expected. It was all that Elliot could have hoped for.

Mia got to come visit Cliff on his second day post-op. She seemed shy at first, but once she realized that Cliff really was awake and as okay as one could expect after a major procedure - that he was himself and not hooked up to a million things as she’d seen him before - she gave Cliff a hug and excitedly told him about what he'd missed at home over the past few days. Cliff let her sit on the bed with him and talk all afternoon, even though he had trouble keeping his eyes open. It didn't matter, because he had his family safe and sound next to him. 

When visiting hours were over, Elliot took Mia home. “I’ll be coming home in just a few more days,” Cliff told her when she looked reluctant to leave. “Keep being such a good girl and helping Daddy out, okay?” 

“Okay,” she said. Still, she hugged Cliff and didn’t let go until Elliot picked her up and carried her out. 

A few days later, when Cliff was home and still doing better than they ever hoped for, the three of them sat in bed together and Elliot read out loud to Mia from her Disney storybook. She was between the two of them, her little body tucked into a sleeping Cliff’s side as close as she dared to without hurting him. “Daddy?” She interrupted Elliot suddenly. 

Elliot stopped reading. “Yes baby girl?” He asked.

Mia took a long few seconds to get whatever it was she was trying to tell him out. “Is Papa all better now?” 

“He’s doing very well,” Elliot said. “And he’ll be back to normal in no time.”

“I mean all the way better,” Mia said. “Like he’ll never have to go back to the hospital again?” 

“Oh,” Elliot said, his gentle smile faltering. He looked at Cliff, sleeping soundly and Mia in his arms, growing so big and yet still so small. “Papa’s body is always going to be a little different,” he said carefully. “But everybody is different in their own way, it’s not a bad thing. We just have to keep on loving him, and being a family like we always do. That’s what’s important.” 

“Okay,” Mia said. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” 

Elliot hesitated. They were trying to get Mia to sleep in her own bed at night, but he decided just this once wouldn’t hurt. It had been a hard week after all. “Fine, just tonight,” Elliot said. The triumphant grin he got back reassured him that he’d made the right choice. He gave Mia a kiss, then leaned over her to kiss Cliff, too. “Goodnight, my loves,” he said. Then he turned off the light and they slept in bed the three of them, safe and together, just how they liked it.

[incrediblewallcrawler]

INFO!!

hello hello!! this is my first time running a RP blog so bear with me 🙏. here’s some info abt me & some boundaries! if it seems like we click, bug me in dms for my discord!

I’m luca, he/they, 19

my blog is 18+!!!! i’m not comfortable interacting or roleplaying with any minors, period.

I write shit! fic & roleplay enjoyer for… at least a decade I think, I was a warrior cats kid

Literate, multi-para; I write for content over length, but we can discuss expectations!

work limits my activity, but I do make an effort to respond

major fandoms are x-men (+ marvel as a whole), d&d, + baldur’s gate 3, though i’m into a lot! muses from other fandoms will be in my list below

massive multishipper; I’ll be down for most anything as long as we discuss it!

i’m not a proshipper, however, and anything illegal or uncomfortable for me is a no-go. (i’m down for relationships with aspects of toxicity but absolutely Nothing that crosses the line into abuse.)

I prefer queer pairings (most if not all of of my muses are hc’ed as queer); but bi4bi and pan4pan also rock. purely heterosexual pairings r just a bit uncomfortable for me to write!

open to OC x canon as long as we talk about it! some I may not be down for due to hc sexualities but 90% of my characters are portrayed as bisexual so like. whatever

also open to rarepairs and crackships!

I will NOT roleplay anything romantic with/as characters under 18!

I can write suggestive content, but smut is on a very case-by-case basis and lots of communication & boundaries are required. :) 9/10 I will probably not want to do smut!

angst lover, fluff appreciator; I love to write fluff, but I’d prefer to have some drama in there

Muses below the cut!

MUSES!!

Primary Muses:

Kurt Wagner; X-MEN (Earth-616 and XM97; I can do others as well! but those are my primaries)

Logan Howlett; X-MEN (Earth-616, XM97, Movies)

Cardinal; X-MEN (Moira 9)

Eric Draven; THE CROW (‘94 Movie)

Astarion Ancunín; BG3

Zerakas; BG3 (Durge)

Lazuli; D&D (OC)

Dorian Storm; CRITICAL ROLE

Secondary Muses:

Jean Grey; X-MEN (Earth-616, XM97, Movies)

Morph; X-MEN (XM97)

Wade Wilson; MARVEL (Earth-616, Movies)

Scott Summers; X-MEN (Earth-616, XM97, Movies)

Gale Dekarios; BG3

Shadowheart; BG3

Loras Tyrell; GOT/ASOIAF

Party Poison; TTLOTFK

Klaus Hargreeves; TUA

Rengoku Kyojuro; KNY

Obi-Wan Kenobi; STAR WARS

Cel Athame; STAR WARS (OC)

Lanix Valen; STAR WARS (OC)

Tertiary Muses:

Rahne Sinclair; X-MEN (Earth-616, Movies)

Gwen Stacy; MARVEL (Earth-65, Spiderverse)

Anna Marie/Rogue; X-MEN (Earth-616, XM97)

Remy LeBeau; X-MEN (Earth-616, XM97)

Erik Lehnsherr; X-MEN (Earth-616, Movies)

Charles Xavier; X-MEN (Movies)

Enver Gortash; BG3

[positivelybeastly]

Dead x men spoilers: Hank x Cecilia crumbs I feel so alive

"Cecilia . . . I should - I should call her. I haven't talked to her in, oh, years."

"Where does all the time go, my friend? It feels as though it was just last year we were . . . and I was . . . ah."

". . . Ah, that's right. How silly of me. I almost forgot. That's where all the time went. I broke it all."

" - But enough being maudlin. I really should call Cecilia, see how she's doing. Perhaps she'll want to go out for dinner, see a show. That'd be nice. Really, quite nice . . ."

So, Dead X-Men #3 - and you weren't kidding, these are crumbs.

But. I can't lie, I love seeing what seems to be cat Hank again - I feel like such a hipster sometimes, saying that's my favourite version of him, but it's how I feel - and it's nice to see Foxe remember that Hank is a protective and gentle soul at heart.

Granted, I forget the specifics of Moira's first life, so god knows what happened in that timeline and how it might've affected Hank here, but he looks like a soft boy.

Also, you've just sent me down a rabbit hole, because I knew Hank and Cecilia were a thing, and I was very much in favour because Cecilia is fucking awesome, but I only really knew about the 90s stuff and the occasional hint afterwards!

I was not prepared to find out that Marjorie Liu is a massive Hank/Cecilia shipper and kept finding reasons to call back to it and push them together.

NYX: No Way Home, issue #4, 2008. Bonus points for saying she fucking hates Trish Tilby, and I can only imagine why.

X-23, vol. 3, #13. I have to say, this is one of the fucking single cutest pictures of Hank I've ever seen - Noto draws him with such a wonderful softness and cuddliness to his face, and I adore how happy Cecilia looks in the picture. You really get a sense of warmth from the picture.

Also . . . no less than two pictures in the home, huh, Cece?

Astonishing X-Men #53. Honestly, Liu writes a lovely Hank, and I adore how she handles the softness and warmth that clearly exists between these two?

Hank's historically always been something of a ladies man, but I've never gotten the impression that he ever left his exes on bad terms unless they put him in that position (hello, Trish), and the fact that he and Cecilia have that certain intimacy that speaks to love that could or couldn't slide back into romance is.

It's nice and mature and I like it a lot. And maturity isn't often something I associate with comics, or the X-Men, tbh.

Astonishing X-Men #51.

Finishing each other's sentences? Fond little glances? Mhm-hmm. Uh-huh. Honestly, now I'm a little offended on Cecilia's behalf that she had those token appearances on X-Force and didn't have a stronger reaction to what she saw in that Beast, because the Cecilia I'm seeing here absolutely would not have stood for it, least of all from someone she clearly still holds a torch for.

And, of course, I'd be remiss not to talk about how Claremont saw the two.

Honestly, if we have heroic Hank back now and with the X-Men, who knows, maybe there's a chance. Just need to get Marjorie Liu or another shipper back on deck. :P

[kitkatt0430]

Hello! You always seem to answer asks in a level, well-balanced way, so I was wondering if you could help answer a question I have. I love Arrow, but I wish they portrayed Oliver's PTSD / depression / general mental health issues more. However, I've been reading some fics where they weave this into their narratives, and I've been thinking maybe there is PTSD in canon. Anyway, I was wondering what your thoughts on this are, if you don't mind. I'm sorry to bother you, or if this is weird!!

I'm sorry it's been like... over a year since you sent this in. So hopefully you're still interested in what I've got to say (ramble) about this topic. There's definitely a lot going on with Oliver's PTSD in canon. Not necessarily in the way the writers probably intended all the time, but he has a lot of unexamined trauma responses going on.

When Oliver arrives back in Starling at the start of the show, he has things fairly well together but he's absolutely not prepared for the way going home is going to affect him. He's focused on the mission he's given himself which is, in his mind, honoring his father's sacrifice (killing himself to give Oliver 100% of the remaining supplies on the raft) and making up for his father's shortcomings (fucking over a lot of employees by outsourcing after promising not to). He assumes at this point that the List is something his father compiled and everything he does is geared towards furthering this mission.

And he's absolutely thinking like an ARGUS agent right now. Which is why he both is and isn't reacting the way people around him would expect. What they expect is someone who spent the better part (if not the entirety) of five years in isolation on an island where he had at best some half-forgotten boy scout training to keep him from keeling over dead after a week. What they actually got is someone who was pretty much immediately tortured by both the 'good' guys and 'bad' guys on the island and used as a pawn by both sides. While Yao Fei does try to help Oliver at times, his methods aren't always well thought out and once one of his daughters is involved, well...

And then when that was over, Oliver is dragged into a search for a super soldier serum that winds up transforming someone Oliver respected and admired into a rage fueled monster, something Oliver no doubt blamed himself for because he injected Slade with the serum. He also blames himself for Shado's death - whose death is later echoed in Slade's murder of Moira - and what he believes, at the time, to be Sara's death 2.0. And if he has any real idea of what Sara went through between the Gambit going down and their reunion? He probably blames himself for Sara falling into the hands of a rapist too.

Then ARGUS picks him up and while Oliver takes fairly well to their training, the number of traumatic events he's being forced to live through keeps going up. Including the death of a child he loved, the destruction of a family that he had begun counting as his own, and multiple chances to go home that he could not take either for fear of risking loved ones lives or because he no longer felt worthy of their love. I have only the vaguest ideas of the Russia and return to the island arcs, but those were pretty traumatizing too.

And all of that is 'the island' to Oliver. He's been through a lot and he is fundamentally changed. But back home where he's surrounded by people who do not expect him to be strong all the time and want him to be vulnerable with them, Oliver's finally in a place where he can start to address his trauma. And I think that scares him at first. He doesn't know how to reach out to Thea, unwittingly exacerbating her own struggles with the trauma of losing Oliver and her father being dug back up by Oliver's return. Moira is terrified that Oliver knows something that will make him a target to Malcolm. Walter is being faced with the guilt of falling in love with his best friend's wife all over again. Everyone is broken.

And I think this is where Oliver's problems with lying really get cemented. He's trying so hard to be what everyone expects of him that he tells them what they want to hear. Even after bringing Dig in as the first member of Team Arrow alongside himself, Oliver still lies repeatedly to Dig about his experiences on the island. Because Dig expects Oliver was on that island for five years, Oliver just... lets that continue. Because he lies to Laurel about his identity of the Hood, Laurel is unable to reconcile the killer the Hood is capable of being with the more heroic mission Oliver's appointed himself with. Because he holds Tommy at a distance, their relationship splinters over Tommy's fears of disappointing his loved ones and of never being good enough - especially compared to Oliver.

Oliver's still afraid of being too broken and having done too many terrible things to ever be comfortable being fully himself with anyone throughout the entire show. Though I think he gets closest to relaxing and trusting someone with Barry, in part because Barry isn't around much so Oliver doesn't see much of Barry's more judgy side. It's easier to open up to someone who is very unlikely to be harmed by Oliver's secrets and who isn't going to be there every day pushing Oliver to open up when he's not ready to.

And that's a big problem for Oliver in S1. He's not ready to open up and everyone is pushing for him to do so. Thea is the biggest culprit, though to be fair she needs Oliver to open up to her for her own sake. She's been through a lot and is struggling with depression - much like Oliver was at her age - and she wants Oliver's sympathy and understanding, but is getting a lot more tough love than she was prepared for. Even if the tough love is more of what she needs. Moira pushes Oliver to join the family business because she is trying to protect him from her - and Robert's - mistakes. But she's pushing him to be the son she wants him to be, not the son he is, and it takes time for them to reach a better balance. Walter's probably the only one who doesn't push his expectations on Oliver in his immediate family, which makes it disappointing we don't get more of him and Oliver bonding as family.

Dig, Tommy, and Laurel are less about pressuring Oliver to open up, but Oliver has his own expectations where they're concerned that causes friction and problems. And Felicity becomes the biggest source of pressure to open up over the series, which isn't always bad but sometimes she holds him to a standard that she is not herself willing to meet.

And while Oliver's lying is probably his biggest problem throughout the show, let it not be overshadowed by his willingness to sacrifice himself. Over the course of the show - and indeed, in it's final crossover event - Oliver is badly affected by people whose deaths he blames himself for. He isn't a careless fighter, but he's invested in his missions over his well being to the point where he would not hesitate to sacrifice himself to achieve his goals or to keep the people he loves alive. He does want to live for them, but he doesn't really think himself worthy of them. I think S3 makes that abundantly clear in the way he sacrifices himself to the League to save Thea. He simply just... does not value his own well being. He's been taught not to value his own well being - in particular by Waller and ARGUS - and it's very much evidence of his ongoing struggles with PTSD.

We don't see much of his difficulties with nightmares, but I do love how in S1 we get to see him having one and he nearly hurts his mother upon waking because he just does not know it's her at first. This is a pretty common problem for people who suffer PTSD + nightmares/night terrors. It's typically advised to wake someone having nightmares at a distance, not by shaking or standing over them but talking to them firmly from a place of safety. Physically touching or looming over someone may trigger a fight/flight impulse on waking and someone whose been through the traumas Oliver's been through? Heavily weighted towards fight.

And while I don't fault Moira or Walter for not knowing this, I do think they should have consulted someone to get a better understanding of how to support Oliver. It would have been interesting to show Moira, or Walter, talking to a therapist and trying to understand where Oliver's coming from and what kind of healing he might need in the wake of the time he spent away.

The show's focus is, of course, heavily on Oliver fighting bad guys and saving his city. And not always doing a perfect job of it, because there's always something that goes wrong, something that ties his present to his failures in the past. Re-traumatizing him and sometimes erasing his progress towards healing, though the writing tends to skitter over that aspect without really acknowledging it.

[ocrpfinder]

Alias: Moira

Age: 25

Time Zone: PST

Triggers: Animal abuse, gore, child abuse, bathroom play.

Preferred Genres: Drama, Dark Romance, mafia, Royalty, ASOIF and HOTD enthusiast.

Preferred Dynamics: Fandom, mafia, enemies to lovers, angst, +18 NSFW, rivals to lovers, arranged marriages, kidnapping, poly, love triangles etc.

Hello! I am a fandomless girly, currently looking for RP partners that are into plotting, ooc chat, I am ok with doubling what you can see on top is mainly just a little bit about me but I can definitely try different things for you.

Unfortunately, due to my age the fandoms I am into are a little dead, but, that doesn’t mean I won’t do fandom for you tho! I am ok if you have one in mind, I just need context and will definitely put in the works (as long as it is reciprocated)

I don’t like just cold interactions, my dream rp partner is someone who likes to interact and chat, say whatever it’s on their mind. I consider myself someone active, you can expect multiple replies in a day from me during the day and if for any reason I don’t answer you can also expect a reason why so you don’t feel forgotten or ghosted anything like that.

Please, No Minors! Interact with this post and we can surely get something going. My replies are usually 3 to 4 paragraphs long so NO ONE LINERS! And also, I understand we are all adults with lives and responsibilities so if you are not as active as me, it’s ok! I just need a little communication and we shall continue with our plot.

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[gray-lord-cat]

ACTIVE SOARING - Reiner x OC fem reader// CHAP 2 "Ringmaster"

"Ringmaster"

YEAR 845

“Mommy, we’re back!” Manon and I say in unison as we enter her tent.

This time, “The Fabolous Orpheus Circus” will perform in Shiganshina for the anniversary of the construction of the Walls. As a wandering circus, we change places frequently, with no sedentary settlement. Where we go depends on where we’ll perform: sometimes in Wall Maria, usually in Wall Rose, once, when I was little, the circus was invited to court, even in Mitras. Hence, my only friends are Manon and the other kids on the crew, and my family comprises circus performers.

Technically speaking, the Orpheus Circus is made of three families: the Orpheus (who set up the activity, famous for their stunts and trapeze art), the Davidson (famous for their clowning and juggling), and the Schumanns (famous for being animal tamers).

“I’m here, my loves!” Mom calls us from the back of the tent, her voice orotund as always.

She sits by her petineuse, putting make-up on her face for her performance. My mother, also known as “Moira” (the name was given by her best friend, Aunt Lara), is often described as beautiful, and she truly is. I always wished to have her straight hair, instead, we got dad’s crazy curls; thank god I have Manon who takes care of both of our hair, setting the curls in a perfect curled shape.

Today, Mom’s show is called “Flying to the Moon”, which includes using suspended bars or swings, gracefully soaring through the air, and executing a mesmerizing array of twists, spins, flips, and daring maneuvers. I know she’ll leave the audience breathtaking with her performances high above the ground, with her daring skills and aerial prowess. As always. I hope to be able to fly like her one day. To break a spear in my favor, I’m pretty good for my age, more than my sister, who lately gave up on attending the lessons mom gives us.

“Hello Mommy” Manon deceitfully goes behind her and kisses her made-up cheek.

I would do the same, but my sister is the mastermind when it comes to deceiving our parents into giving us something we want. It works every time with dad, but with mom, it’s another story.

“You look beautiful today, mama,” I say, trying to help the cause.

“’today’? You know I don’t like when people put a limit to my beauty, honey”  

My sister glares at me as for saying ‘I’ve got this, leave it to me’.

Go for it, Manny

“No mama, you always look beautiful” says Manon, curling her hair in her tiny fist

“Girls, the answer is no, you’re not going to perform today” damn

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-” “That is not fair, you told us we were ready for the crowd! Are you embarrassed of us? Are we that bad with the trapeze and you lied to us?-” “-pleasepleasepleaseplease”

“Enough, both of you. You will not be up there today. And the reason is because I said so.” She says with a stern voice, putting her make-up palette down with force so that even the petineuse jumps.

We both shut up. Our mother sighs, rubbing her temples, trying to calm down. She always had a short temper but tries her best with us, and always calms herself when she yells at us. She slowly gets up from the furniture

“But Dad said we could do it…” I try to interfere

“And I should care about what your father said because…?”

“… because… he’s the other parent…?”

“That’s right. But after I spent more than 9 months waiting for you two to come out, in pain and in heat, and after pushing you all out of me for almost two days, happily discovering that I just had twins in a stall” she said threateningly in one breath “I get to have the final decision”

Manon and I share a glance. Peaks of having a twin is telepathy. We’re done here

“fine fine”

“c’mon go put your costumes on. Victoria, you are gonna be the ringmasters along with your father”

“I wanted to do that!” “ugh, I hate doing that. I want to fly with you!” Manon and I both yell at the same time, then grin at each other. We'll delight ourselves in an ancient technique used by every identical twin. Swapping.

The ringmaster is the master of ceremonies that introduces the circus acts to the audience. Sometimes, like in this case, the ringmaster is the owner and artistic director of the circus. My father descends from a family of circus performers, the Orpheus. As I mentioned, they are famous for their acrobatics and trapeze dancing and my dad was one of these athletes, known as “Mercury”. When he was young, he was my mother's partner in these stunts and so together they were known as “Moira and Mercury, the marvelous perilous”.

However, one day, way before my sister and I were born, during a rehearsal the rope he was practicing on snapped. He fell from 20 feet and broke his legs.  Since then and after a lot of therapy and exercise, he has remained limp and therefore now he limits himself to organizing the circus and being the ringmaster.

“Manon be cooperative, you were the co-ringmaster last time. And you, Victoria, be grateful. And be patient, I’ll let you fly in a couple of spectacles”

“a couple?!”

“yes, a couple. Now evaporate”

Before I complain again, Manon grabs my hand and we leave the tent.

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“I don’t get why you don’t like to be a ringmaster” Manon asks me as he leans on my shoulder to put her shoes on.

“It’s so embarrassinggg”

“you make it embarrassing”

It is true. Every time mom forces me to do the ringmaster, I forget my lines and stare at the audience as my dad patiently waits for me. They both know I suck at opening ceremonies like this, and they always try me to do it. I know they mean well but it’s not working. My sister, on the contrary, truly enjoys doing it; sometimes she even dances while reciting her lines. I would just fly around with Mom like we do in our training, and not speak to anyone. Letting the wind go through your hair, not feeling your body weight, and just being free. This is what I want to do. Here. With my family and my friends. Traveling around the walls and letting everyone see our talents. Oh well, I’ll just have to wait a few years for it to happen.

“thank you, dear sister”

“you’re welcome. So what are you going to do while I take your place?”

She knows the answer. She just wants to hear it. It’s where I always go when mom and dad are occupied. I hide to read Aunt Lana’s old library collection. If I can’t feel free up the trapeze, I’ll enjoy my aunt’s fantasy books. After she died, rather, after she was killed, I had to hide them from the rest of the family, except Manon of course. I’ll read about the stories that she heard from travelers from around the walls, “witnesses from other worlds” as she would say. Stories of people who would fly on balloons, run on machines with four wheels, eat iced food (and even sweet clouds!), but most importantly stories of strange animals (zepras… no zebras I think they were called?). I wonder if there’s some truth in those books.

“you know where I’m going”

“yes, I know, but next time I’ll come with you! I miss reading them” Manon looks at me with a nostalgic and sad face, I know she’s about to cry. Sometimes, we both do when we read her books, as we can still feel her reading those to us, like when she was still alive.

I hug Manon tight, whispering to her “Don’t worry, Manny. We’ll do that right after the show. And when we’re all grown up, we’ll visit those places”

My sister gasps and her eyes light up “so you do believe they exist!”

I roll my eyes “yea yea whatever- ouch!” I stop because Manny pinched my cheek

“Say. They. Exist.” Ah, shit, she has that look again. Terrifying.

“They exist, they exist!”

“mh, good.” Then, as if nothing happened, she kisses my cheek, gives me a hug, and runs away before saying “Don’t worry sis, I promise you we’ll see the world that exists behind those hideous walls”

Oh Manny

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Just as I was about to grab the books and run away, I felt a presence from behind me. The sound of a cane approaching. Dad!

“Victoria is that you?”

“yes, dad. I was about to put my costume on” Sorry for lying Dad

“be quick, sweet girl. The show is about to start. Do you remember your lines this time?” he says as he gets closer to kiss my forehead.

“dad, I always remember them before the show! The problem is that I can’t remember them anymore during the show! And everyone looks at me and-”

“okok, I understand, my love. I was also a shy kid, you know? I understand, I promise. Now put your costume on and I’ll do your hair” he offers

Fuck “no, daddy, there’s no need. I can do it myself. I’ll see you backstage, okay?”

“Nono, Vicky. I want to do your hair. Please? You and Manon are growing up so quickly, I’ll miss doing these things for you”

“ok, I’ll go get the costume” I can’t say no to him, he’s always so unbearably nice. Great, now I’ll have to go around the city like a clown. Let’s just hope Manon and I will match

After he wets my hair and ties it into two half pigtails, he takes a final look and says “all done, baby. C’mon, let go!”

Before he grabs my hand I interject “let me just put a final touch to my make-up and I’ll come right away”

“all right, baby. But be quick” he kisses my cheek before going towards the ring.

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“psss, Manon!”

“Vicky?”

“here, Manon!”

“why are you all dressed up? Had a change of mind?” she smirks

“no, I encountered Dad while I was about to go out and I had to put my costume on”

“…and your hair…” she side-eyes them, giving me a skeptical look

“oh god, is it bad?” I start to try and fix my half-ponytails. I feel my hair all knotted and tangled. Ugh

“no, they’re surprisingly good. Like mine!” she reveals that her hair is tied just like mine. Thank god!

“Good! We match, now go!” I kiss her cheek and run out of the tent. She’ll do great, like always.

[killldeer]

damane liveblog

show fans for real do not read this one i talk about the [redacted] ajah SO MUCH

- haha oh boy we are starting at a dead run with the seanchan

- we are in falme!!!! turak moment!!!!

- I really like the way they’re showing us seanchan hierarchy and a little of how sei’taer/sei’mosiev work with the interplay of suroth and turak using/not using their Voices

- OH CUTTING THE NAILS!!!

- haha. we’re in danger

- the way turak and ingtar have been given eye makeup reminiscent of kohl is… interesting, to say the least. I am once again extremely conflicted about the real-world cultures that the seanchan designs draw from

- oh yeah I forgot it’s lanfear time

- “…bitch” THE LANFEAR V MOIRAINE DYNAMIC STRENGTHENS

- if bayle domon dies before he can fall in love with egeanin i riot

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- perrin wolf conflict setup: complete

- holy shit was that a portal stone

- HOPPER GOING BACK AFTER PERRIN. AAAHHHH

- kinda enjoying the way that I can’t tell exactly how much of perrin’s wolf power is his own and how much is Sendings from the other wolves. I don’t know if show-only fans are having a more frustrating time with this but I am personally just kinda vibing with it bc I bet perrin can’t tell either

- HELLO AVIENDHA FAR DAREIS MAI OF THE NINE VALLEYS SEPT OF THE TAARDAD AIEL

- wait is that dain bornhald????

- oh I love the way his cloak is way too clean and finely-cut for where he is. you can tell before you see any white if you’re paying attention that this dude is bad news

- “once you swear their oaths, they leave you alone, more or less” oh god dammit. okay. this facet of the seanchan is interesting in the books pretty much specifically because of the way mat messes with it and goes “they’re just words that don’t mean anything to me” in front of tuon; other than that this point really only ever gets used to make book characters and by extension the audience reluctantly cool with what the seanchan are doing. I would appreciate it if the show would be extremely careful about presenting life under seanchan occupation/colonization

- the design of valda’s cloak with the red snake winding through the sunburst is so cool – I wonder if this iconography is being used to represent Questioners as opposed to the crook used in the books? it would be a very cool change and a nod to the whitecloaks’ status as a religious organization

- new horrifying thing you can do with the Power unlocked!!!

- VERIN MATHWIN HAS ENTERED THE TOWER. EVERYBODY SHUT UP

- LOVING this characterization of the browns as like. not goofballs exactly, but less “dreamy” like in the books and more “overeager”

- I love being a books fan because it means that instead of liandrin being a darkfriend being a dread-inducing reveal it’s just an opportunity to enjoy nynaeve making the surprised pikachu face for 3 minutes straight

- also very interesting to note that nowhere in this scene is the black ajah mentioned. nynaeve said “you weren’t recruiting me for the red ajah…” and I thought she was going to follow it with “you were recruiting me for the black” but it makes sense at this point that neither we nor she knows that it runs that deep!

- SUROTH’S CRAZY HIGH BLOOD CREST YEAHHHH BABY

- suroth (and kind of turak as well) having a much more General American accent is super interesting

- perrin “setting loose this random aiel I just met seems like a normal idea” aybara

- “my name is aviendha, nine valleys sept of the taardad aiel. Far Dareis Mai. my water is yours.” “I’m… I’m perrin aybara.” I LOVE YOU BOTH!!!!!

- “perrin aybara… do you like to dance?” she is veiled and ready to kill!!!

- I feel like this is a good time to mention the fact that my aviendha character tag is and has always been “far dareis wife”

- also the theme music being used here for either aviendha or the aiel in general rocks so hard. everybody say thank you lorne balfe

- ooo perrin convincing her to spare dain. iiiiinteresting

- tel’aran’rhiod namedrop!!!!!

- BARTHANES LMFAO

- poor moiraine’s face journey when she says “this is………… rand.”

- I forget how horrible and complex the Damodred Family Drama is sometimes. this is kinda funny

- “heartening to see the dust on that switch, sister. suffice it to say my backside still recalls seveille sedai’s heavy-handed punishments centuries after the fact.” I could feel sara nakamura staring into my soul through that line. that dialogue felt like it was designed specifically to tell book readers “it’s okay. you’re safe now. there is no more spanking in the white tower.”

- gawyn mention >:(

- “I think that [egg, nynaeve, and elayne all being recorded as off tower grounds is] worth remembering.” “…it is. I don’t know how it slipped my mind, frankly.” sheriam bayanar literally caught in 4k this scene is INSANE

- verin needs this book supposedly “just for a short passage on the amyrlin tetsuan”. somebody correct me if I’m mistaken here but I believe tetsuan was the only amyrlin besides bonwhin raised from the red right??? like 2000 years ago???

- update I went and searched because this got me thinking and I was correct! I forgot that tetsuan was ALSO stripped of the stole for betraying manetheren, meaning that not a single red sister in history has been raised to the seat and just like. done a normal job

- so real quick do you think the show fans are clocking sheriam’s behavior here as the reveal that i think it is. this is awesome. bonus points if you also consider the way that verin takes it in stride, neatly slotting all of the info she’s picking up here into her personal game of 5D chess. this scene is so so awesome

- oh my god verin has her squad in on this

- I briefly considered Compulsion too during the previous scene!! not sure if I believe that, and I much prefer to interpret that last scene as two black sisters from different hearts simultaneously trying to maneuver around each other, but interesting nonetheless

- BLACK AJAH MENTIONED!!!

- liandrin putting on a black cloak over her red outfit is so perfect and on brand

- OH FUCK I JUST REMEMBERED THE NAME OF THIS EPISODE

- the way the damanes’ weaves look physically different and more precise is NUTS. specifically I’m looking at the tight corkscrews of Fire here but it extends to their other weaves as well

- egwene :(

- “I’m searching for the car’a’carn.” they’re setting up so much stuff this episode and doing it so smartly!! I love it here

- “I have toh. my water is yours.” “I don’t know about that.” oh perrin oh my GOD

- AVIENDHA LAUGHING. HEART EYES

- ah yes. elayne and nynaeve spending all their energy trying to not kill each other despite being in mortal danger from all sides. perfect.

- stop!! stop making me care about the Damodred Family Drama!!! it’s working way too well!!!

- ishamael talking only in the old tongue and lanfear responding in modern tongue is delicious

- THE WAY ISHAMAEL’S DREAM ZONE JUST HAS A BUNCH OF SEALS STACKED IN THE CORNER. PEAK FORSAKEN

- moghedien and graendal confirmed, mesaana and semirhage potentially axed if the rest of the forsaken are just “the boys”?? hmmmm

- “my lord, my eyes are too low to see such [omens]. only our Empress, and her Court of the Nine Moons, can see and know the omens for what they are.” full disclosure I had to pause the episode here and just take a second bc this sequence made me start laughing out of sheer anxiety. holy shit this episode is going to kill me

- EGWENE D,:

- OH SO THE A’DAM ALSO HAVE A PHYSICAL LEASH TOO. HAHA COOL AWESOME THIS IS FINE THAT DIDN’T MAKE ME ALMOST CRY TO WATCH

- babe I don’t know if putting rand near lanfear on purpose is the move in ANY capacity, much less in FUCKING TEL’ARAN’RHIOD

- LANFEAR IN AGE OF LEGENDS ALL BLACK WEARING FULL-LEG LACE UP LEATHER BOOTS. THIS IS THE WHEEL OF TIME ROBERT JORDAN WAS TOO AFRAID TO WRITE

[createatorin3d]

Healing Broken Heart

Summary:

Seymour is struggling with PTSD that he suffered from because of the terrible events. He wished someone would help him heal the impairments until an Irish woman, who turned out to be Moira O'Deorain herself, entered his office. Moira notices that Seymour has difficulty focusing on work and is distracted from it. She decided to help him by telling him how to get rid of the wounds mentally and become a real man again.

(TW: mentions of abuse)

At Springfield Elementary, Skinner is having a hard time focusing on doing tasks and paperwork he had. He also struggles with PTSD due to awful events like being tortured by his archenemy Bart, getting his heart broken by his ex-fiancée Edna Krabappel, being humiliated by his boss Superintendent Chalmers, and getting abused by his mother, Agnes.

"Stupid people who tried to humiliate me for the rest of my life." Skinner is upset while crumpling one of the paperwork. He starts to sob, then lays his head down on the desk until hearing the soft knock sound coming from outside of his office. "Come in." Skinner muffled tells someone to enter his office. It turned out to be a woman who said with an Irish accent, "Hello there. My name is Moira O'Deorain, nice to meet you." Skinner raises his head slightly and sees Moira, who worked for Talon and the Ministries in Oasis, Iraq.

"I'm Seymour Skinner, the principal of Springfield Elementary, and may I help you? Today is rough for me because I have a lot of paperwork and other stuff to do." Skinner explained about having a rough day at Springfield Elementary. Moira was very sympathetic towards Skinner during the conversation. She still listens to his tragic story and only takes the healing orb out, so she will wait for him to finish it."But my life was also miserable because my mother treated me like a child despite being a 45-year-old man who got a job as a principal. She also harshly criticized me for having a choice in women, especially Edna Krabappel, a former fourth-grade teacher. Speaking of Edna, she used to date me before we became engaged, but sadly, Edna left me because she didn't want me to marry her. Another reason why Edna left me aside from canceling the wedding is because she doesn't want to commit to her, namely letting my mother, who with me still lives, control me anymore. " He continues explaining the part of his life where Edna broke up with him because his mother controls his life.

"It sounds awful, especially when your family is trying to stop you from getting a girlfriend or refuses to accept that you're a grown man. Look at you; you're an ex-green beret who fought the Vietnam War back in the day. You have some combat skills that you should stand up to those who made your life despondent or controls you. But " Moira smirked at Skinner while telling him he should stand up. Skinner wipes the tears from his eyes gently, then starts to heal up after Moira steps closer to his desk, where she gives him a healing orb to get rid of the scars he has. Skinner doesn't feel pain.

"Good. The scars will be gone once you're done healing with my orbs. Then, it would help if you got a notebook and pen to learn about the behavioral impact of trauma. First, list any event you should face, then explain what happened in the past." Moira requests Skinner to write down the list in his notebook.

Four hours later, Skinner finishes explaining the mental behavior to Moira. "And this is how I got PTSD from the Vietnam War and other events. That's it about my worst memories, Moira." Skinner smiles softly at Moira. He gets up from the chair and walks towards her. Skinner gently strokes her cheek and gives her a tender kiss.

"Thanks to your help with the scientific hypothesis, Moira, I feel like a real man. However, would you like to join me to get some coffee after school? Also, I love your brilliant personality and orbs as well." Skinner offers Moira coffee after school. He takes out his hand to reach Moira's hand.

"Of course, Seymour. I accepted your offer. Where are we going to get some coffee?" seductively, Moira asked while taking her hand to hold Skinner's hand. "To Starbucks, sweetheart," Skinner answers in a sweet voice. They start to hold their hands and leave the office, and they fall in love after their relationship strengthens. Skinner is no longer a coward; his life has become healthier thanks to Moira's advance. "Remember, Seymour, if you are feeling down, then seek therapy and explain about the mental health issues you had. Okay?" Moira wants Skinner to seek therapy for mental illnesses such as PTSD.

"Why, thank you for reminding me about the schedule, sweetheart. I'll write down the calendar and set it on the alarm clock. Tomorrow, this day is going to be success." Skinner thanked her for the schedule for a therapy session. "Anytime, Seymour." Moira replied to Skinner, then kissed on the cheek. His face becomes reddened, and he smiles softly at her. Skinner locked the office's door and left Springfield Elementary. They turned friendship into a romantic relationship. Moira finds him not only professional and courageous but also optimistic and brainiac. Skinner and Moira begin to walk away while holding their hand together.

[the3rddenialist]

Void Silver #1 Liveblog

Hello, this was done on the 1st of June, but will be posted later, this is me liveblogging Void Silver #1! Find The Somewhat Incredible Jackie-boy Man Liveblog here

Edit(28/06/24): I believe enough time past so I'm posting this, ignore the spelling mistakes. These are my initial thoughts from liveblogging

Spoilers ahead haha

Cool cover, hello galaxy higgins

London in the 90s? Back in the past baby!

Did lil marv have a bad day at school?

Oh god he looks tired, dude you're like 12 chill mate

"Bruv" "wicked" oh wow, also hi little sam

British teengers, oh no. And teacher strike on the newspaper

aww lil marv likes magic, haha the guy on the magazine looks like jbm

oh rude dude, that's a child. also ay the preview page thing

huh, the circle seems almost common knowledge in this world. so is magic like normal in this universe if the guy was comfortable to do it on a public train? marv still is sad

marv surely you could of grabbed, liek an apple, also he's an A student? how old is he? and there's meeting at 5 pm?

marv...

oh god i love his mom. i was spoiled he had a mom but she looks so cool. trial prep tho? hmm

THE CAT! and mention of cosmic entity ooo. also a cyborg dude spitting prophecies? this is a strange world

depression the page

gardening!!! also marv what you thinking. also it's weird higgins didn't introduce this volume, I guess it's not going to be a reoccurring thing

OH THE GUY WAS FROM THE PREVIEW PAGE TOO, hey it's the big cat. what is a 'mark' tho?

marvin looks happy for once, but mother dearest is concerned. i mean she's in the right here but the narrative ain't going to like that. ohhh are we going to see marvin sneak out to find the guy.

chill marv, some people care about the bees

bill clinton is canon to marvin lore

yooo another dream. oh don't trust the cat

here's the sneaking scene

my guy has a sick place. a water fountain and everything

marv you don't just zap a man.

IT IS RAMESSE????? I was thinking that but i thought the head was wrong. OH HELL YEAH. WHAT IS HAPPENING???

time eh ramesse? i'm not sure how much a trust this whole 'mark' business. also marv you really shouldn't be walking with a random stranger.

oh that's the headquarters hun? so i suppose the other place in the last page of #0 was somewhere else then. does ramesses bring random kids here often lol??? god he's weird.

two years is along to marvin but short to ramesses is funny. ayy mother dearest is to the rescue! being grounded for the twentieth century isn't the worst punishment when there's only a decade remaining. marv is crying?

i do like colour in this volume. oh god marv read the room. glad you're happy though

TWINS SPOTTED????????? Also this dude was from when he first entered the circle. huh marvin is special or something? this doesn't feel right, echo also told chase he was special. perhaps it's linked. but what great things do you speak of braid twin.

Ramesses how did you manage to insert yourself in marvin's life. mother dearest you okay. is the magic circle and magicians a big enough deal that you're allowing this? interesting.

HE EIGHT??? OH THAT'S SO MUCH WORSE. RAMESSE THAT'S YOUNG. seems time is broken haha. marv you're going to kill someone.

MOIRA!!!!!! NAME DROP THANK GOD. So she's Irish? or at least Gaelic maybe? or just cool name.

oh okay okay we have magic rules now.

Mana energy of non life (abiotic things?)

Malia energy of life (biotic?)

Impetus energy of forces (potential and kinetic energy?)

Apotropacis? To ward off evil. Nazar protects people from the evil eye. but what is the evil?

UNICORNS ARE REALL. TWILIGHT SPARKLE!

cosmic horror takes form of a cat to calm 8 year old kid. ramesses why you broke.

"alchemy in her guts" ramesses stop. stop touching. why are you such a menace.

ohhh incantation. we've seen that a lot. just realised marv will be 10 for his exam, wow.

heyyyy moira. and good effort ramesses.

can marvin opt out of magic? god imagine marv as a lawyer. oh no he has been selected, no choice there. god marv looks anxious about moira and ramesses talking. is that another sam?

TATTOOS AT EIGHT WOW. moira i'm so sorry. OH FUCK MOIRA YOU GOOD????

tey look like a family in the car, grandad, mum and kid. marv got his green cloakkk. hey moira, nothing bad is going to happen to you right. please.

time passing. oh no, marv you good?

HE FAILED????

oh god trial and tribulation art looks so good.

woah. okay. so we have yet to see everything that was on the final page of #0. so that will probably be across the next couple of books. what happened when you fail? does he need to wait another 2 years? 5? he looks significantly older in #2. did not expect a proper ramesses introduction. anyways this was interesting! I enjoyed it a lot, and liked the background character designs too.

anyways until next time