#also i will say i obviously have considered that i would be a pretty princess if i were to marry zuko which is a very fortunate coincidence

[igotanidea]

The talk : Dick Grayson X reader ( with Bruce Wayne)

A/n : it's a snippet, I might consider writing it fully

Warning: suggestive but not explicit

Summary: it's time for the bees and bird talk with Dick

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Bruce walking in on a young adult! Dick and his girlfriend y/n getting cosy between the sheets.

Obviously, as a normally functioning adult and a father, even if just a foster one, the batman takes it upon himself to have a talk about bees and birds with his favourite son.

He got it all planned out, schemed, thought out to avoid surprises and misunderstandings.

He actually had the contingency plans from A to Z drafted for a while, only hoping that those would never come to use.

Unfortunately, seeing y/n, with her blouse undone, hair a mess and Dick's hands (and apparently more) on her, forces Bruce to retreat to hide the blush creeping on. The last piece of his dignity is gone and he is pretty sure there's no good way to recover from such a failure.

He had reached the ultimate botttom.

"Hey B, you good?" Hours later Dick found him in the batcave, engrossed in some feigned, quickly fixed work. It was too easy to figure he would hide there to avoid seeing or - god forbid - hear anything.

"Hm."

"You wanted to talk to me about something, didn't you?" He grinned, delighting in a way Bruce seemed to develop an eye twich.

"Hm".

"Great. I got some time before I get back to y/n, so?"

"Get back?" Bruce turned to face his son and immediately regretted it. He seriously wished to erase the sight of lipstick and love bites on his neck.

"Something wrong?" Once more dick flashed a smile, trying to force a reaction out of Bruce.

"hm."

"we're being safe"

"Amazing"

"and she's okay with it"

"Great"

"And I've studied female anatomy so I know a thing or two about --"

Oh dear lord...

"Dick." Bruce was an inch from having a spasm. How ironic it would turn out to be if gotham lost its protector because of certain golden boy growing up.

"hey did you know that --"

"Get out, Dick."

"But I thought you wanted to--"

"I said get out"

"-talk?"

"I believe you got it all wrong. It was Alfred. Yes. Alfred wanted to talk to you. Not me."

"You sure about it B? You want me to talk to Alfred about -"

"yes. Absolutely. Now go. I'm sure time is of essence"

"it is. Though Alfred took some time off, thanks to your generosity, Bruce. So I'll go, sure, but I've already got so many questions that I don't want to search online and--"

"Dick?" Y/n voice sounded dangerously close to the batcave entrance "Where are you? I'm gonna have to go soon and I need a proper goodbye --"

"coming!!!" Dick yelled rushing off the room " great talk, Bruce. We'll continue it later."

Dick left and Bruce was finally able to let out a groan. The masterplanner forgot to acknowledge the fact that sweet kids tend to turn into feral, hormonal young adults and require actual upbringing.

***

"you're so mean to him, you know that?" Y/m muttered, once again with his lips on hers

"mean? Who, me? Ouch! You're hurting my heart here princess."

"you are. He could easily be a DILF, yet is alone and you're tormenting him."

"but if you saw the look on his face --"

"you're only proving my point of you being mean".

"I'm sure he'll get some, some day--"

"but still- mmm!"

"I remind you that you enabled the plan baby.... Played quite an important part in it." Dick started kissing her a little harder, not even trying to hide where he was heading. "Wonder why that is..."

"cause you're also a -- ohh!"

"you were saying?" He smirked, looking up at her.

"-prick"

"Am I?" His hands moved where she liked it "what else?"

"liar..." She gasped. While it was true he didn't tell her why he invited her over and that his father was in, his movements were serving as a pretty good apology.

Even if knowing Dick it was obviously also a way to boost his ego and prove his point and complete his twisted and deranged plan.

"you know what, I've already had one talk, I don't really need another.... Rather keep my lips occupied with something else --"

***

Bruce came out of the batcave only after making sure it was safe.

Mentally cursing himself for having not one, but four boys under his care.

Which meant that this - whatever it was-- was about to happen again.

[ultfreakme]

So.

I finished She-ra.

I wanted to watch it because I realized I rarely watched anything with a female-centric cast and I especially didn't interact with sapphic content despite being sapphic. Abundance of cishet male-specific stories and a love for action-adventure led me to not exploring the latter in stories centering women because I had my own biases. I didn't think there were nearly enough action-adventure stories centering women out there in comparison to men. I just gave into convenience. Also I'll be real, internalized misogyny.

She-ra was so breathtaking and impactful because close to a decade after watching Legend of Korra and the beginning of Korrasami, I got to watch a fully-explored lesbian relationship on-screen with all the action and adventure I wanted.

I saw too much of myself in all the characters. In Glimmer & Angella's mother-daughter bickering, in Catra's insecurities, in Mermista's distance and aversion to people but still wanting companionship. I saw me in bits and pieces across all these girls and women.

It's a rare moment for a POC queer woman like me to truly see myself anywhere. My identity is often considered rare enough to be mythic (although queer POC are fucking everywhere lbr).

I remember being an eight-year old, and watching The Little Mermaid for the first time. I was mesmerized, I sung "Part of Your World" and re-enacted in my tiny apartment with only enough space for a bed and a cupboard and nothing else where my entire family were. I'd sing it on top of my lungs and then I'd look in the mirror and see brown skin and black hair and the spell of being a mermaid underwater would break.

Then fast-forward to 2024, I see She-Ra and her magical princess friends say they need to recruit a powerful Sea Princess to their war efforts. I am excited only because my fascination for mermaids has never really gone away. Then our main crew arrive and what do I see?

A brown woman, a woman with my skin tone and my eyes and my wavy kind of hair. She's stand-offish and a little emo, and she controls the ocean. She can switch her legs for fins and swim!! Suddenly I'm eight again.

I also remember watching The Swan Princess for the first time and feeling strange butterflies every time I saw Odette in her beautiful white gown. I didn't know then that girls could like girls, all I had was this feeling. A buttery, soft feeling where I wanted to sit beside her and see her smile. As I grew up I understood it was me being attracted to her and thinking "there's no love story showing the way I love".

Enter Catra and Adora. I felt a silly kind of nostalgia seeing Catra in love with a magical girl in gold and white.

I could go ON AND ON with all these little details where bits of me were in the show. It made me a little less lonely, and made me a lot more hopeful. Seeing yourself in media is important. Obviously you don't need it to empathize with a character or understand them but seeing parts of your own experience on-screen is a different kind of high. Like, like woah I can be a protagonist like that? I don't need to erase myself?

A story which treated parts of me- all the good and the bad parts- with kindness and gave it all a happy ending. I am so used to reading tragedy, expecting cruelty from even fantasy that I truly treasure stories with hope.

This show gave me that. I have been doing pretty bad in terms of mental health for months, maybe over a year actually. This was a nice reprieve and I hope the message of the story sticks with me, and that I start 2025 stronger and braver.

[rainba]

Animalistic Instincts ღ

a/n: I just wanted to write a small thing about Luka being in heat some more... Particularly his breeding kink~ I made this one a fem reader, but if anyone wants a male version of this, I'd be happy to write it! ( ´ ▿ ` )

For this, reader is implied to be living with Luka.

TWs: breeding kink, dubcon (?), silencing via fingers shoved in mouth, dirty talk, unwanted pregnancy on darling's end, Luka being Luka.

NSFW, 18+ only!

Luka is a man who typically never loses his composure. He’s almost always calm, careful, manipulative, and smart to some degree. It’s something that he takes pride in.

…However, as a man born half-fox, there are days where the animal within him likes to take control. Every year when winter rolls around, that’s when his heat takes over him. And when that happens, he can no longer think for himself– he just goes wherever his dick takes him.

There are some times where he can be rational. Luka can still reasonably cook, clean, work, and take care of both you and him. However, he needs to fuck multiple times between tasks, which is a little inconvenient. He can still function overall, though.

But… There are days where his mind turns into total mush, and all he can think about is fucking you raw.

Luka knows that it’s gonna be a rough day when he wakes up and his first thoughts are centered around how badly he wants to breed and get you pregnant.

God, the idea of it all sounds so damn enticing to him. He’ll fuck you over and over again until you can’t walk, stuffing you full of his hot seed as he lovingly rubs your stomach. He can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you’ll be when you’re all swollen and big while carrying his children. Luka will take extra-good care of you every step of the way… He’ll spoil you like a princess.

“We’re going to have so many kids,” He’ll growl darkly as he savagely thrusts his cock deep inside of you, shoving his cum further in as he locks your hips in place. At some point, you’ll lose count of how many rounds of sex you’ve had. 

“We’ll make a huge family.”

If you whine and tell him that you don’t want any kids, he’ll silence you by shoving his fingers deep inside your throat. You obviously don’t mean that…! You’re just a little confused and worn-out, that’s all. So instead of whining and saying things you don’t mean, how about you suck on his fingers and take his cock like a good girl?

After a couple rounds have passed and you’re thoroughly tired and overstimulated, Luka will start to slow down… But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he’ll just lay you down on your side and he’ll curl up behind you, raising one of your legs as he sensually fucks your pussy from the back. His breath is hot and heavy as he buries his face into your neck.

Luka's cum would be, quite literally, overflowing out of you and spilling onto the bed, but that doesn’t stop him. The animal inside of him demands that he keeps going until he physically collapses.

Also, it doesn’t matter if you feel all hot, sweaty, and disgusting– Luka downright refuses to let you take a shower. However, he will let you lay in bed as he takes a wet rag and wipes you down. His one rule is that you’re absolutely not allowed to clean up his cum. If you wash it out, then that means you’re lowering the chances of getting pregnant...! Right?

Afterwards, if you still cry at the thought of getting pregnant, he’ll kiss away your tears while reassuring you that everything will be okay– and that there’s nothing to worry about! Bearing his children can’t be that bad… If anything, it’ll be a wonderful experience! Don’t you worry your pretty little head, he’ll spoil you rotten for the next 9 months. ~

…But when tomorrow rolls around, if his mind isn’t mush anymore, the delayed post-nut regret will hit him like a speeding train. He’d consider giving you a morning-after pill, but… Honestly? Even when he’s not insanely horny, the idea of starting a family with you sounds nice. So, he wouldn’t give you it unless you genuinely begged him to.

[luvfy0dor]

“And My Daddy Tells Me I Light Up His World ♡” Dad!Bsd Drabbles ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Warnings; Line breaks between indented paragraphs mean new scenarios, girl dads, d/n- daughters name, s/n-sons name, p/t-parental title for reader

Description; a couple different scenarios, 2 for Fyodor, 1 for Dazai, 1 for Chuuya

A/n; just so u guys do know I giggle every single time I type out d/n, also also I've got a req still about dad Fyodor in my inbox but I don't know why it's so hard for me to write it 3: I'll get it out ong, im so sorry dad fyodor anon </3 consider this tribute to you 3: also next post's gonna be for the event! Had to rewrite it.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

Fyodor stood in the kitchen, accompanied by his young daughter sitting at the dining table. In his hand was a letter to Nikolai, written a week ago that he had finally decided to mail. He grabs an envelope before rummaging through drawers while his daughter colors idly across the room. She peers up at him from her spot and hops out of her chair, coloring paper in hand. "what're you looking for, papa?" She asks, looking up at him with her e/c eyes, the ones that matched yours perfectly. He smiled at her and closed the drawer he was looking through. "Just a pen, malyshka. Do you know where I could find one?" He asks her, looking down at her. She nods and fetches one of the pens from her big bag of coloring supplies, digging through it for a quick second before returning to him with her arm outstretched and a glittery pink gel pen in her small hands. "This is okay, right, papa? Who's the letter going to?" He takes it appreciatively and writes out Nikolais name and address. "Uncle Kolya, and any pen you give me will do, sweetheart." He gives the pen back to her and ruffles her hair. "Oh, uncle Kolya will just love it, then! I'm pretty sure his favorite color is pink. I'm gonna color this for him so that the next time he comes over he'll have a present from me!" She says with excitement, skipping back over to her seat at the table to resume her coloring. "Oh, ofcourse, d/n." After Fyodor mailed the letter, he soon got a response from Nikolai expressing his disappointment over the letter not being fully written in pink gel pen, which was backed up by his daughter as well.

You stood in yours and your husbands bedroom, buttoning his shirt for him while he watched the numbers flicker and change on the alarm clock on your nightstand. Your daughters school was hosting a daddy-daughter dance and your daughter insisted on Fyodor taking her. He agreed obviously, but he felt unfamiliar with such things, after all, he'd never experienced a daddy-daughter dance in his childhood. You gave him a smile once you buttoned his shirt and grabbed the only tie he owned off the dresser. "You look so good, Fedya. Like a prince." You said with a smile, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips. He hummed and guided your chin with his fingers to kiss his lips completely. "Just a prince? Not a king?" His eyes were half lidded as always and you could make out a small smile on his face. "Alright, fine, a king." You finished tying his tie for him and left it slightly loose around his neck, knowing he was never really fond of how tight they could be. "Perfect, that would make d/n our little princess." Almost as if summoned, her footsteps are heard pattering down the hallway in her cute little flats that you got for her. The dress that she wore was adorned with puffy, mesh layers on the skirt and some gemstones on the top. "Papa, are you ready to go yet? " she asks, walking over to his side and examining his outfit thoroughly and gasping excitedly. "Papa, your tie matches my dress!" She says, pointing out the same colored material. "It does." He picks her up with a smile. "Do I look pretty?" She asks, a big, toothy grin on her face. He laughs and nods.

"Absolutely, now go say goodbye to p/t." He says, putting her down onto the ground so she could hug you and bid you a goodbye. "Bye, p/t!!" She says, squeezing you quite tightly. You hug her back and kiss her head, looking down at her. "Bye, sweetheart, I love you. Oh- wait! Before you go I want a picture of you and papa." You fish your phone from your back pocket and open the camera app as she backs up and hugs her papa just as tightly as she held you. Fyodor places his hand on her back while they both smile for the photo, but wince all of a sudden as your phones flash goes off. "Oh- whoops, I forgot to turn the flash off- for real this time." They both pose again, d/n giggling at your small mistake. You snapped it and then examined it on the phone before your daughter started pleading to see it. Fyodors smile was as charming as always, both in person and in the photo, and your daughter looked absolutely adorable in her poofy dress. Once you had shown her and she was satisfied, she quickly made her way out of the room, holding the skirt of her dress by the handfuls. Fyodor laughed at her under his breath before he leaned in to kiss you once more before he left, letting his hand linger on your hip like his taste did on your lips. "Bye, Fedya, I love you, have fun." You grin, to which he lets out a sigh. "I will, I love you too, Moya Lyubov." He pulls away and follows the young girl out of the bedroom. You smiled to yourself as you heard him call from down the hallway, "Wait, malyshka, don't go out the door so fast", followed by the prompt creeking and closing of the door.

Osamu Dazai ★

No one got the memo that it was apparently 'bring your kid to work's day', but everyone had to adjust rather quickly when Dazai pulled up to the Ada with a young child on his hip, oogling at any shiny object in its sight. Kunikida was the first to ask about it. "Is this another orphan that you've decided to pick up off the streets? It's too young for a job here." Dazai rolled his eyes. "For your information, this is my son. His babysitter has come down with the flu." He clarifies, walking past everyone to his desk and sitting the one year old on his lap. The baby leans towards him and reaches for the tassels of his bolo tie, grabbing and pulling on them to his mouth. Dazai laughs and gently pulls them out of the little boys grasp. "No, s/n, you can't chew on those." His son pouts and coos out some baby nonsense, starting to look around for some other entertainment, only to find nothing that interests him. He looks up at his dad with his big brown eyes and pouts, huffing and gripping his long jacket in his chubby fists. "Papa, 'ome." He babbles, missing the comfort of yours and Dazais house and preferring to be there over the agency. "I know, s/n, believe me. I'd rather be at home than sitting here with these people." He says, sighing and shaking his head. "Just keep him from crying." Kunikida says exasperatedly while writing a report from the last case he worked on for Fukuzawa. Dazai hums in acknowledgement and turns the baby to face away from him, keeping him sat on his lap. "My boy doesn't cry, he's nothin' like those other babies." He says with a grin, grabbing a pen and wrapping his son's hand around it and helping him drag it acrossed the closest paper on Dazais desk. "Yeah, just get a feel for holding the pen and as soon as you can write on your own, daddy's never doin' his own reports again." He grins. "Your son isn't doing any paperwork for the agency until he joins. And that still doesn't mean he'll be doing yours." Kunikida says from his desk. Dazai shakes his head and lets go of his sons arm. "Ugh, whatever... Kunikida doesn't gotta know if I bring it home though." He whispers to the boy, evoking an unaware giggle. Kunikida let out a knowing huff and gave up on trying.

Chuuya Nakahara ★

After his little girl had asked him on numerous occasions for a trip to the fair, he was finally able to get some time off and go with you and her. He weaved through the crowds with her on his shoulders and his hand in yours while trying to decide on one final game for your daughter to play before you left.. "Papa, look! They have fish!" D/n exclaimed, pointing at the booth that ran the famous goldfish game that parents never want their kids to see. Not Chuuya though. He's nothin' like y'all. Chuuya didn't mind the idea of having a fish for his daughter, even if it was him who had to feed it every day and clean it's tank regularly. He smiled and looked over at you with eyes that asked you if you were in mutual agreement of letting her try to win a goldfish. You smiled back at him and nodded, noticing your daughter watching the two of you exchange your glances. "Alright sweetheart, let's go get ya one of them fish." He walks over to the stand with you, lifting her off of his shoulders while you handed the carnie a $5 bill for a basket of ten ping pong balls. Chuuya watched d/n try to toss the first five into one of the colorful mini-fishbowls and miss every single one, so he grabbed a ball and tossed it, getting it into one of them. The man running the game cheers and heads to get d/n her fish, but she ends up getting two of the last four balls in on her own, nearly shrieking in excitement. "Daddy, that means I get three fishes, right?" She excitedly asks, her hair bouncing in the pigtail style it was pulled into. "Yup, that's right." He smiles at the carnie when he hands the fish to him and mutters an appreciative thank you, patting his daughters back and telling her to do the same. "Thank you! P/t, can we get them a tank at home?" She asks, still super hyper from her triple win. You laugh and nod, holding two of the fish so Chuuya doesn't have to hold all three and your daughter if she chooses she's too tired to walk to the car. "Yeah, we'll stop at the pet store to get you a nice tank for them." You tell her, nodding for her to follow you and Chuuya grabbing her hand so she doesn't get lost. "What do you say to daddy? He got you one of those." You say with a small laugh and she looks up at her dad with big, adoring eyes. "Thank you, daddy! Ahh, I'm so excited for my fishes!" Her misunderstanding of the plural version of fish also makes you giggle a little. "You're welcome, princess. Y'gonna take real good care of them? Remind me to feed 'em every day?" He says, guiding you guys through the parked cars towards your own. "Yup! Every single morning! But what're we gonna do when I'm at school and you and p/t are working? What about their lunch?" She frowns. "Fish don't need lunch, don't worry." He reassures her and hands you the third bagged fish for a moment while buckling d/n into her seat. "Good, I don't want them to starve!" She says. Chuuya laughs under his breath and closes the backseat door, pulling out a cigarette to smoke before taking the sorta-long drive to the pet store and home. Now he had three more responsibilities, but it made his baby happy, so he really didn't mind having to take care of three more animals in addition to his original one.

A/n; yawns speed ran these, wrote Chuuyas in like,, 12 minutes, it's not proofread (js Chuuyas) but hopefully it works (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ also I'd like to come out and say ion proofread my own stuff, I have my friends do it (I love you guys MWAH)

[weepingtalecowboy]

If we take a look at the disaster Hyrules

It gets pretty clear that Hyrule's Hyrule has by far the least amount of problems

Like yeah no hate towards people who portray his Hyrule as a disaster but it really isn’t that deep

(I love the fanfics anyway and it is just fiction so people can do whatever they want … it just isn’t very realistic but still interesting)

There are enough settlements to avoid inbreeding (probably even having the most out of any Zelda game)

The forest population is not great but could be a LOT worse (it is not as bad as it could be … grass also helps with creating good places for trees to grow in and there is more then enough in adventure of link)

And the NPCs don’t hate him or anything they are just a bit weary (wanting something in return and not letting a random stranger into your house is basic common sense people)

They don’t hate him and give him clues if they know something…even letting him heal for free

Even the one village that wouldn’t let you in was fine with you the second you told them that you had buggo's permission

The monster might be a problem but certainly not the people

The whole game also showed no implications of food shortages or anything like that

No cursed soil , no cursed water (honestly I like to believe that Hyrule just thinks the water is genuinely cursed because he can’t swim)

No dying trees

And while you could say that there are no animals it also has be considered that it is a game that has trouble with interactions as a whole

They probably just didn’t bother with anything not gameplay related

Ganon was already dust and while Hyrule certainly was hunted down

If you stay in a town there is no interaction implying that monster are trying to destroy the town just because you are inside it

But also the same happens in any other Zelda game like obviously monsters are outside and spawn to beat you up (I know the disappointment of not getting into castle town in ocarina of time lol)

But that doesn’t mean that Hyrule has to live in permanent danger

Heck he can just live in the sole town to have a bridge so that even if monster try to get him they would not be able to cross

Even if the century that passed was the equivalent of doomsday or something…

Windwaker , Breath of the wild and even twilight princess also had disasters over 100 years ago (ocarina of time , the flood , calamity ganon )

In fact Breath of the wild recovered perfectly from absolutely annihilation and a loss of monarchy

And only twilight princess has canonical cursed land that affects the Flora and fauna

Why nobody portrays twilight’s Hyrule as having a very bad time with food and hunting will always be a mystery

His Hyrule essentially is Lorule 2.0

Windwaker has the canonically worst recovery of all timelines because the flood took lots of land to live on and to farm on

The entire sea has no fish and remaining people are very few in comparison to Hyrule’s twenty what towns

Like literally only having four settlements (rito included) is not a good thing

Having no hero spirit

No monarchy means nothing as we see in wild's Hyrule but peaceful anarchy with a few leaders in every settlement is not ideal

The goddesses also left

And so did their blessings

Like wind's ganondorf literally just wanted land lol no dominance because the remaining settlements are not worth it

And still the timeline where everything that could go wrong did go wrong still went and figured stuff out

And we have Spirit Tracks as proof that even this Hyrule was able of surviving

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

My last post (about Galadriel and Halbrand having sex in Season 1) stirred some reactions, I think I should address them in an actual post, because I know a lot of fellow fans also have doubts about this.

The Tolkien legendarium (or lore) is massive, and ever expanding, and allows for multiple interpretations within what Tolkien wrote. As one Tolkien expert very well said, there is no "Tolkien canon", there is a legendarium, and some plots might fit that lore even if Tolkien didn’t write them himself (example: Sauron x Galadriel); 

“Rings of Power” is building upon Tolkien lore, so there’s also a show canon. 

I was told Galadriel’s pride (and being a princess of the Noldor) would never allow her to “secretly have sex in dark corners with an incredibly attractive, but unknown man with a dark past”. And I can't forget that High Elves do not behave like ordinary people.

Yeah, I don’t know about that, because back in the 1970’s director John Boorman planned a film adaptation of The Lord of the Rings, where Galadriel and Frodo actually had sex. And this script was approved by Tolkien himself. This movie, obviously, was never made, but a copy of the script is in Marquette University’s Tolkien collection.

If Tolkien approved of Galadriel f*cking a Hobbit in the middle of the woods, I don’t see why he would be against the idea of her having sex with a “mortal man” she was in love with at the time, in Eregion. At least, there would be some actual emotion involved here (which is more Eldar-like than just randomly having casual sex). Unless, Tolkien actually wrote Galadriel x Sauron and this draft is being kept a secret all this time, and somehow Sauron possessed Frodo to have sex with Galadriel, and that's why he approved this wild take.

In the “Unfinished Tales”, Tolkien wrote that Galadriel and Celeborn were lovers before they were actually married (which is very un-Eldar like). Well, Celeborn wasn’t a rebel, so they might have shared a few kisses while they were betrothed. Either way, Tolkien has clearly established a precedent here, with Galadriel being different from her kin, when sexuality is concerned.

I was told Galadriel was in love with Halbrand but didn’t want to touch him anymore than “fraternal handshakes”. Because Galadriel is a High Elf, and, so, she doesn’t have sexual desires (they will only appear when she wants children).

I don’t recall Tolkien saying that sexual desire, for Elves, only appears when they want to have children. This take isn’t in the “Eldar customs” chapter, where he talks about Elven sexuality. And we do have Elf characters (mostly male) in Tolkien lore who lust relentlessly after she-elves; Fëanor, Celebrimbor, Curufin, etc.  

Tolkien wrote that Elves enjoy sex (the act), but only do it with the purpose of having children, because they have self-restrain (not because they are immune to sexual desire). He wrote, however, that sexual desire usually dies out after the children are born, because the Elves devote themselves to other occupations.  

On the topic of Galadriel not touching Halbrand other than "fraternal handshakes", I remember her touching other body parts:

And this sneaky bastard doing this:

She was pretty much naked when they first met, so I don’t know about this “shame” or need to play coy.

We also saw Galadriel flirting with Halbrand in Season 1, for... no reason? By definition, flirting is a sexual behavior involving body language, where there’s no need for words most of the time, nor actual touching. Precisely because she's a High Elf, it's not like she would be trying to smack Halbrand's ass and wink.

Interesting enough, here, it’s Galadriel who, unconsciously, reaches out for Halbrand’s hand. 

I was accused of carefully hiding the fact that “sex = marriage” to the Elves on my original post.

I didn't. I actually talked about it twice:

For the Eldar sex = marriage. So much so, that a couple is considered married if they exchange vows to the Valar (Tolkien never specified these vows, only that Manwë is mentioned) and have sex (no feast or celebration required): this usually happens when the couple is in flight, and exile, and wandering.  The eternal bond (= marriage; because divorce is forbidden) between Elves happens during sex; when they have sex for the first time their bodies and souls become one (= “union of souls”), and it’s a more intense physical and spiritual experience than for Men. Elves who have not had that union together have not yet established that incredible bond.

Hence, I'm not sure where I hide this fact, exactly.

I was told that Maiar are higher-beings, meaning they are nobler and purer than those below them in Tolkien hierarchy (Elves, Dwarves, Men). And Maiar don’t reproduce (except for Melian). Sauron doesn’t have sexual desire because he’s a higher being, and he’s evil.  

I already wrote about this crap ("Sauron can't love, he's evil") many times, I’m not going to repeat myself: here, and here. 

Maiar can reproduce, if they chose to. Tolkien wrote an entire essay on it "Ósanwë-kenta”. Melian was able to reproduce because that was her choice, she’s not some “special case” among the Maiar. The majority of them probably wasn’t interest in becoming bound to their physical forms, though.

We also have Gandalf, one of the most powerful Maiar of all and one of the Istari, who indulges in “earthly pleasures” quite often. Mainly smoking weed pipe.  

To bring home the point that Maiar don’t care about sex, because they are higher beings, the Valar were used as an example: "the Valar don't have sex at all, they can only be in love" I'm told.

Yeah, no. Tolkien wrote this about Morgoth, when he saw Lúthien dancing for him (and the original draft was even more sexual, with Lúthien almost naked): 

Then Morgoth looking upon her beauty [Lúthien] conceived in his thought an evil lust, and a design more dark than any that had yet come into his heart since he fled from Valinor. Thus he was beguiled by his own malice, for he watched her, leaving her free for a while, and taking secret pleasure in his thought.

Morgoth, who's a Vala, wanted to rape Lúthien in this scene ("evil lust", "a design more dark"). That's what Tolkien wrote. There's no love going on here, Tolkien is just poetic with his writing. Meaning, even the Valar have sexual desires. And Maiar do, too.

Morgoth (the literal Devil and the ultimate evil in Tolkien lore) lusted after both Varda (he probably loved Varda, in the beginning, actually) and Lúthien, but his servant (lower in rank) isn’t capable of the same emotions, I hear.

The fact that these are Gods and demigods has literally nothing to do with it. Anyone who’s familiar with worldwide mythology knows that “Gods and demigods lusting or falling in love with humans, etc.” is “today's special” on the menu. 

This, again, comes from the obnoxious idea that Tolkien was (only) inspired by Christianity to create his lore, and conveniently ignore all of his other inspirations: Old Norse/Greek/Slavic mythology, Germanic legends (Beowulf, mainly), Arthurian Legends, medieval tales, etc. Yes, Tolkien was a catholic, but he wasn’t a catholic priest. His work isn’t a copy-paste from the Bible. 

[enigma-and-oasis]

Yuuji Itadori: Ass Fixation

Aged-up! Yuuji Itadori (So that the sensitive ones do not cry wolf) @murderofravens I have seen your Yuuji posts of smut, so this may intrigue you.

Warnings: rimming, fingering, mentions of sex

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Yuuji Itadori is a man of wonder. A kind, compassionate, virtuous and easy-going guy with a straightforward and honest mouth. A guy that treats you like a princess with everything he does for you, to which Yuuji considers the bare minimum thanks to his unwavering love for you that towers like a raging inferno within his heart.

But...Yuuji is also a wolf in sheep's clothing. Obviously his perfect muscular physique, his attractive face and undercut pink hair, and sex appeal is far bigger than that of any man. You should have known sooner from the naked girl posters he once had decorating his room. He was a pervert, but the kind of pervert behind closed doors and did not shared this with you for fear of scaring you.

Yes, you lost your virginity to him, and the mind-blowing sex he gives you is pure euphoria, and you have seen him do the filthiest of things with you, to depriving you of oxygen from his kisses, the way his tongue would explore and claim your cavern, to the lovebites he leaves on your neck and sternum, to the countless gropes and smacks he leaves on your ass, and finally eating you out with fervor like a dehydrated man until you're cumming 2 or 3 (or 4) times before he pounds your velvety walls like an Alpha.

But other than your beauty, intelligence, heart, lips and womanhood that he loves, your ass is the one thing he worships the most. The way he'd have you on your stomach, praising you "good girl" and "fuck cutie, you're beautiful like this" before he kisses your globes, his tongue leaving wet trails all over them like ice cream he can just continue to taste. Then he dives in to your puckered rim and devours it like it'll disappear.

The gasps and moans you make from rimming you and worshipping your ass makes his cock twitch. Each time his tongue slides up your puckered hole, you shiver in pleasure, and you would feel his spit slicked mouth smirk as he continues his pleasurable ministrations on your ass. He'd leave you aching for more when he goes back to your ass globes, marking them with his teeth, and licking them, kissing them, groping them, spanking them. He does this while you're at his mercy, no thanks to his nigh-inhuman strength.

It's when he digs his skillful tongue inside your rim, does things get interested. Just like how he tongue fucks you in your pussy's velvety walls with suck velocity and filthyness, he has no shame doing the same to your back hole, not caring how nasty and how much saliva passes inside there as long as he can tongue fuck your hole for it to be fucked and bred by him as he as breeded you before.

He focuses on rimming you, while his calloused and long fingers enters your pussy, fingering you at the same time while your body submissively let's him. The tightening of your core and your rim hints at your building orgasm as saliva drips from your ass and your slick leaks down your legs in rivulets. He hits that spongy spot with his fingers that makes you reel, but that final tongue prodding in your ass is what makes you spiral upward and wither in his captive hold, squirting like a waterfall.

Yuuji switches go your core to lap up your slick he eagerly wants to taste while still keeping you upright on the wall. The sight of you falling apart from his tongue in your ass and his fingers in your pussy has him much more fired up to do it again as his neglected cock is still erect. The marks he leaves on your ass, alongside the wet trails of his tongue made him groan.

"Hey cutie," he rasps out, pressing a kiss to your ass once more, making you twitch, "can you be a good girl and give me one more? Pretty please?" His innocent question being a dichotomy to his debauchery actions. You barely get the chance to say "yes" until his tongue is sliding up your rim once again, making you arch your back and moan his name which has him smirking against your ass.

How can you say no to this man?

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I can definitely see Yuuji with an oral fixation kink and an ass fixation/ass worship kink who would also love anal rimming😝😝😍😋

[halfnekoslair]

My dolls)

Photo by ig @gray_valet

Hi guys) The package with the previous mouse group order arrived in the US. The rest does not depend on me. So I'm making a post to show everything I can offer. Shipping from Russia is quite expensive, starts from about 70 USD for EMS, which I usually use. So it makes more sense for foreigners if someone organizes a group order to share the shipping cost. This has already been done twice. And I believe there is a discord group about this. But I will give you approximate numbers: This is about 70 USD for up to 1 kilogram 90 USD for up to 2 kilograms and about 105 USD for up to 3 kilograms.

This post is going to be huge so I'll put the prices on top:

15cm mouse. 73 usd for standard colour. +7 usd for extra colour.

25cm turtle. 230 usd.

28 cm 1/6 boy doll. 110 usd for Eirwyn 120 for character heads cause of their hair/ear parts.

MSD Eirwyn. 180 usd.

Speaking of group orders I would prefer not to go above 1000 USD in one box because I don't trust US Customs one bit. And if something bad is destined to happen - I would prefer it not to be a terribly large amount of money.

I can change the prices over time. I most likely will. I'm just groping for a while. The difference in price is more due to the amount of manual work I have to put into the doll than to the size. Turtles are far and away the most complex. And human dolls are less time-consuming. If I make a few and feel that it is more difficult or easier than I thought - I will change the prices. As you can see, so far I have only sold mice.

So what do I offer?

I'm obviously offering mice.

This is around life size mouse doll. Almost 15 cm standing tall and including ears.

I use ABS-like photopolymer resin for these dolls. Because it is easier to work with and looks more polyurethane-like. Mice have a lot of small delicate parts that would be harder to make look good with a harder resin. So it's a tradeoff. I prefer aesthetics over durability. I am not saying that ABS-like resin is too brittle. Many people use this type of resin for dolls. Especially small ones. I am just explaining why I use different types of resin for different dolls. I might consider printing a mouse with the tough resin I use for my larger dolls but that would cost more because it would take more time to post-process.

The colors "from the can" are gray and white. I can also print beige and chocolate at any time. Because these are the most basic colors and I can cut the leftovers. (Beige and chocolate may differ slightly from time to time because I due them myself. White and gray are constant.)

I can mix any color (green, purple). But there must be 2 or more mice of this color in the order. Otherwise it will be counted as an extra color because I will have a lot of leftovers that I will not be able to use.

There is also an option to add pink paws or tail or both. If the doll has 2 colors in it, it is counted as an extra color.

2. Turtles.

Photo by ig @gray_valet

Yes, I finally decided to try and start selling them.

They are 1/6 size. About 25 cm. A little shorter than Barbie. But wide and heavy.

There are 4 sculpts. Each of which has an individual head and some differences in the body.

Officially I name the sculpts by numbers, not by character names. but I think the characters are pretty obvious.

So #1 (Leo)) He's my princess >W< Lol. Sorry. This sculpt is quite beefy. But has the most delicate face and front shell of them all for my taste.

№2 (Raph)

This one the widest and most monstrous of them all. He was actually designed to be a little shorter than the first one, but he refused and ended up the same height.

№3 (Don) He is a little taller and thinner than the others. I tried to make him more human in proportions and face.

№4 (Mike) He's the baby of the group. I still wonder if I made him too small. But I like him as is.

Each of them has 3 faces on magnets. Neutral, angry and happy.

For turtle dolls I use a tough resin. Because they are actually big, even though they are short. And they have quite a strong elastic tension. It's a little less pretty than the ABS-like. But it's really tough. I have a video of me throwing it on the pavement.

Turtles have 3 colors. For the skin, plastron and shell. You can send me a picture and I will try to dye the resin as close as I can.

I will add 2 pairs of the chosen color eyes and 1 pair of white to the doll.

I can also print basic katanas and sais in a size suitable for the doll. In a random color.

3. 1/6 youth doll.

This body is about 28cm and is sculpted to represent a teenage boy in a Barbie-proportioned world.

This can go with my original Eirwin head and resin hair

Or an anime head with a hairstyle representing a character from the Genshin Impact game.

(Keep in mind that 1/6 of the sculpts has sculpted eyelashes) At the moment I have

Tighnari with magnetic ears (It's my friend's doll)))

and Cyno

Lol I even made his hair articulated.

I also tried to put a Barbie head on this body and it wasn't terrible)

I print these dolls with tough resin as well. Even though they are small they aren't very detailed so it's just nice to have a little more durability.

I can try to dye the color you want. But I can't promise 100% accuracy because one is the pictures on the screen and the other is the resin and pigments. And also I do not recommend dark skin colors. because this resin is very thick and it can reject the pigment while printing. With dark colors it can lead to a slight difference of the color between parts in one doll.

And last but not least...

4. MSD Eirwyn.

The MSD version of this sculpt has some differences from the 1/6 version. It has a wider neck, smaller eyes, and no sculpted eyelashes.

Eirvin is 45cm tall and is adjusted to fit into my company MSD doll group. (Photos with Dollzone and Resinsoul)

10mm eyes, 55mm feet. The only non-standard part of him is his butt. It's quite wide for a MSD) But I like the silhouette.

I print my dolls with full infill so it weighs the same as the cast doll.

Obviously I'm printing such a big doll with tough resin. And with such a size of parts I'm mostly calm for this doll. My cat has already given it a couple of test falls from the table.

For color - I also do not recommend dark here. For large parts and almost 10 hours of printing it can give a big difference in color.

I don't mind answering questions and taking additional photos if needed.

Congratulations) You survived my longest post.

[just-aake]

Boundless Devotion - Part XII

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: MedievalAU. Natasha is the eldest princess of the Romanov Kingdom. As the time of her coronation approaches, she is suddenly forced to make a decision – either find herself a partner or her parents will choose one for her.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

Warnings: slight fluff, angst, violence, blood, panic attack, death

Words: 6103

The prison looms ahead, enclosed by its imposing stone walls and large wooden gate at the front. The mid-afternoon sky has also darkened with the coming weather, and an unsettling tension fills the air as a light drizzle begins to fall. 

As the three of you approach the prison’s entrance, Natasha stops, hands on her hips, and surveys the area with a frown.

“Clint,” she addresses him calmly, but there’s a hint of exasperation in her tone. “Where are the kingdom’s guards?”

The retired knight, who was also searching for any familiar faces, shrugs when he finds no signs of activity on the outer walls either. 

“Maybe they’re taking shelter from the rain,” he suggests, though his tone didn’t sound convincing.

At that, Natasha rubs her head exasperatedly in an attempt to alleviate the small headache forming and the unease surrounding the situation.

She then turns to you with a resigned look, already knowing your response before she even asks.

“Any chance you changed your mind about going to the castle?” 

You raise your brow at her in disbelief and cross your arms, silently answering her question.

“Yeah, I thought so,” Natasha says with a small sigh, looking back at the entrance. “Stay close to me, then.”

Natasha leads the way through the gates into the outer courtyard, followed by you and then Clint guarding the rear.

Like the entrance, the usual patrol of guards in the courtyard is noticeably absent, creating an eerie silence and a still atmosphere.

Turning back to Clint with a raised brow, Natasha remarks pointedly, “Still think they’re hiding from the rain?”

“I didn’t believe myself either when I said it,” Clint admits with a sigh, preparing his bow for the obviously troubling situation.

Natasha rolls her eyes and shakes her head slightly in disbelief before turning to you in concern. 

“Maybe you should take my sword again, just in case,” she says, reaching for the weapon at her side.

You place your hand atop hers, stopping her and shaking your head as you decline. 

“We would probably be safer with it in your hands than mine,” you remark confidently and then give her a slight shrug. “Besides, I think I still need some more practice before I’ll be of any good.”

Natasha chuckles lightly at your words before giving you a teasing smile and nudging your shoulder playfully.

“Well, I’d say you fought pretty well in that last fight…the fierce look you had on your face was especially cute.”

Your face warms at the unexpected compliment, causing Natasha’s smile to widen at the sight of your reaction.

Before you could respond, a light awkward cough gets your attention as you turn to the other member of your group.

Clint holds out a dagger in offer to you.

“Here, Lady Y/n, you can have this.”

You pause in surprise at the gesture, hesitating, before Clint gives you a reassuring nod.

“I’m more of a bow and arrow guy,” he says, raising the weapon in his hand confidently.

“Thank you,” you say appreciatively, accepting the knife and securing it at your side. 

He gives you an acknowledging nod before continuing.

“Once this situation is settled, I can make you a sword of your own if you’d like,” Clint offers. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you begin to say, but he waves away your refusal. 

“It’s no bother. Besides, you can consider it an early wedding gift, you know, whenever the princess here decides to find the courage to propose,” he teases, giving Natasha a pointed look, gesturing with his head meaningfully towards you.

“Clint,” Natasha says in a warning tone. 

She may be used to Clint's usual teasing about marriage, but she doesn’t want you to feel pressured or embarrassed by the sudden topic.

Laughing lightly at her reaction, you place a reassuring touch on her shoulder and give Clint a firm nod, answering. 

“In that case, I’d love that.”

At your response, Natasha snaps her attention to you in question, taking your hand gently from her shoulder into hers and tilting her head curiously. 

“Wait, which part are you referring to? The sword or…,” she pauses at the thought of the other option, her thumb unconsciously tracing the empty space on your hand.

“…me proposing?” 

In response, you hum as if in contemplation for a brief moment before leaning in slightly closer to her.

“I guess we’ll find out whenever you decide to take the next step,” you challenge with a small teasing smirk.

Natasha huffs lightly in disbelief and amusement at the reminder that you are still waiting for her to give in first.

The thing is she would readily give in right now and tell you how much you mean to her, but with you so close, she can’t seem to concentrate enough to find the right words.

Instead, she feels herself getting lost in the moment with you, caught in your expectant gaze and the thought of you being by her side, not just as her friend but also as her partner. 

When your lips part slightly with a small exhale against hers, Natasha’s eyes dart down at the movement, wanting nothing more than to save the words for another time and just pull you in close so that she can finally lean in to kis—

An awkward low whistle breaks Natasha’s train of thought and the intense stare between the two of you, also causing you to pull away, much to her displeasure.

“Now I understand what Kate meant about being the third wheel around the two of you,” Clint remarks playfully.

Remembering that you two are not alone, Natasha clears her throat and refocuses on the current situation at hand, deciding the sooner this is resolved the sooner the two of you can have a chance to talk about your future. 

Hopefully without any more interruptions.

“So, what do you think happened to all of the guards?” she asks for your thoughts.

You think about possible reasons for their absence before recalling Natasha’s schedule for the day.

“The security meeting for your coronation is starting soon,” you remind her. “What if they went to the castle for that?”

“Maybe, but there should still be at least a couple of them left behind…And there’s another pressing issue,” Natasha states with a deepening frown.

Clint nods in agreement to her concern, also frowning with caution, before stating aloud.

“If the guards are gone, what about the prisoners?”

Leading the way to the cell blocks, Natasha and your group enter through the doorway into the dimly lit corridor. She gets the answer soon enough as her eyes dart from one empty cell to another.

As you all continue to descend the steps deeper into the prison’s depths, leading to the dungeons reserved for the most dangerous of criminals, she eventually reaches a cell that isn’t empty.

The dim light from the torches on the stone walls flickers, casting dancing shadows on the ground, and in the far corner of the cell sits a lone figure who slowly looks up as your group approaches.

“It’s you,” Barnes’ gravely voice breaks the eerie silence of the prison.

His focus is solely on you, ignoring the other two in your company.

Noticing his gaze, Natasha moves slightly in front of you, her arm outstretched protectively as she watches the old captain cautiously. 

He shifts his attention to her at the action.

The slight widening of his eyes is the only indication that he recognizes who she is. He then observes her alert stance and looks between the two of you curiously before an understanding crosses his expression.

“Relax, Your Highness,” Barnes addresses Natasha, raising his hand to show the metal cuffs and chains on his wrist.

“I'm not going to do anything to you…”

He then looks at you solemnly, continuing, “…or her.”

To her slight surprise, Natasha finds that she believes him, sensing the sincerity in his words, though she still doesn’t move from her position as she recalls your words of your earlier encounter with him.

Deciding to confront him about it, Natasha begins to ask, “If that’s true, then why did you attempt to take Y/n—”

The sudden touch of your hand on her arm stops her, and she turns to cast a questioning glance at you before noticing your eyes glance over hesitantly at the other member of your group, who has been silently observing the interaction.

Understanding your apprehensive expression, Natasha addresses him with a meaningful tone.

“Clint, could you check the guard’s quarters for any clues of where they might’ve gone?”

After a firm look from Natasha, Clint casts one last curious glance at the man in the cell before he eventually nods in acknowledgment of her words and heads back up the steps. 

“Y/n…,” Barnes repeats to himself and then focuses on you again with an almost sad expression. “So, that’s your name.”

Natasha turns her attention back to him, but before she can respond, you give her arm a small squeeze in appreciation before stepping forward yourself.

You give him a single nod in acknowledgment, replying. 

“It is, and you’re Captain—um—Sir Barnes…?” you end unsurely at the correct way to address him.

He chuckles half-heartedly under his breath, commenting.

“You can just call me Bucky. It’s not like I have any title or status anymore after all.”

You pause as you take in his appearance, now noticing newly formed bruises and dried blood on his face. He looked worse than when you saw him earlier, causing you to frown at the idea that he was beaten after his encounter with you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them from taking you away,” you apologize for your inaction at that time.

“No, you did the right thing,” Bucky says firmly before giving you a serious expression. “Dreykov is not someone you should cross.” 

You remember their interaction with each other earlier, especially Bucky’s intense hatred and anger at the appearance of your father.

“Is that what happened between the two of you in the past?” you ask curiously, “You crossed my father—?”

“He’s not your father!” he shouts angrily, his fist slamming against the metal bars of the cell. The rattle of the chains and the impact echo in the corridor before fading back to a tense quiet.

Natasha had immediately pulled you back to her side at his action, but as she processed his words, her eyes widened in confusion, turning to look at you.

Your expression is not as surprised at his outburst as she is, your brows just pinched in thought as if trying to solve a mystery.

After a moment of silence, you finally continue.

“You said the same thing earlier. Back at the manor,” you pause, your hand clench and unclench nervously, unsure if you want to pursue the answer to the question that’s been on your mind since the first time he said those words to you. 

A warmth envelopes your hand as Natasha intertwine hers with yours gently. You turn to see her giving you a reassuring expression.

Taking a deep breath and tightening your grip on her hand for support, you ask the question.

“What do you mean, Dreykov is not my father?”

“He’s not,” he asserts firmly.

“But how do you know?” you argue, “We’ve never met before until just recently. And the only thing you’ve told me is that I resemble some woman who you say is my actual mother.”

Natasha raises her brow at that information and gives Bucky an incredulous look before speaking up.

“You’re basing this on the fact that she looks similar to someone else that you knew. That’s not exactly proof of anything,” she points out.

Bucky lets out a rueful chuckle, before replying confidently, “I trained and served in the Stark Guard for almost all of my life. I’m sure I can recognize a member of their family.”

There’s a tense silence at his implication.

“Y-you can’t possibly be suggesting—,” you scoff in disbelief.

“You are not Dreykov’s daughter,” he interrupts firmly, looking at you with a serious expression before continuing without a single doubt.

“Lady Y/n, you belong to King Howard and Queen Maria — the princess of the Stark kingdom.”

Your hand falls limp in hers, almost slipping away from her grasp, as many conflicting emotions cross your face.

Natasha tightens her grip in an attempt to get your attention, but you remain unresponsive and silent, lost to your thoughts.

Natasha gives one more concerned glance at you before confronting the old captain.

“The Stark princess was killed after the war ended, along with the king and queen.”

Bucky lets out a wry chuckle, turning his attention to her, “And between you and me, who was actually there at the incident, Your Highness?”

Natasha frowns at his point.

Seeing her doubtful expression, he continues.

“If you don’t want to believe my word that the princess was still alive at that time, you can go ask your captain, seeing how he was the one to stop me before I could harm her.”

“Steve was there?” Natasha asks in surprise.

Bucky nods firmly before continuing, “And some people from the shadows appeared shortly after too. They took the baby princess and set fire to the carriage as Steve was fighting with me. When I finally did regain my senses, I was never able to track her down.”

He slams his fist against the ground in anger at the memory.

“It was just supposed to be a simple trip back to our kingdom. I didn’t expect—” he hung his head regretfully, “I couldn’t do anything to stop myself.”

You recognize the feeling of guilt, his words and expression snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Because you were controlled, right?” you finally find your voice, deciding to focus on your other suspicion that you had wanted to ask him.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise at you. 

Meanwhile, next to you, Natasha tries to catch your gaze to check on you, but you avoid her eyes.

You don’t want to think about the topic of your possible identity any further. You’d rather focus on something familiar—something you know is true—the subject you’ve been researching these past months. 

“Back at the manor, you blamed my fa—” you pause, closing your eyes briefly to push away the thought before continuing, “You said it was his fault for what happened to you...” 

You look at him with a sure expression. “...which means you know about the Black Widow operations too, don’t you?”

He examines you with an impressed look, nodding his head in confirmation.

“Not many people are supposed to know about that,” he says, giving you an appraising look. “You’re resourceful, reminds me a little bit like your older brother.”

Feeling frustrated at the repeated reminder that your entire life may have been a lie, you step forward in anger, your hand slipping from Natasha’s grip.

“Stop saying that! I’m…I’m not—” 

A manic laughter from a cell at the far end of the dungeon’s corridor interrupts your denial. 

Turning to the source of the sound, you see a figure emerge from the shadows, approaching the door of his cell.

Gripping the bars tightly, he presses his face against them to look over at you. 

You recognize him as the man from the cemetery who attacked you and Natasha. He is still cackling maniacally as he observes you.

“Ha…I knew I didn’t fail! I made sure that bastard’s wife and child burned to death,” the man exclaims gleefully, his eyes seeming more crazed than before as he focuses on you.

“Now I understand why that woman was so intent to get you.”

His last words catch your attention, and you furrow your brow in confusion, moving to step closer to him to question him further about who he is referring to, but Natasha’s hand on your shoulder stops you.

Standing behind you, she leans in close to whisper urgently into your ear.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/n. Let’s just go. We can investigate all this further another time.”

You turn your head slightly toward the sound of her voice, comforting and warm—real.

As you go to agree with her, the man calls out to you again tauntingly.

“You’re like me. Just another one of Dreykov's tools, princess.” 

“Don’t call me that!” you exclaim, your mind reeling in sudden anger at the title.

You quickly make your way to the front of his cell, Natasha’s hand falling from your shoulder at your unexpected and swift movement.

“Wait, Y/n, stay back! Don’t get close to him,” Natasha calls out as she goes to follow you.

“We’ve got company!” Clint's alarmed voice sounds immediately afterward from above, causing Natasha to pause and look back.

With her momentarily distracted, the man pushes his cell door open violently, knocking into you and Natasha, causing her to stumble back away from you while he slams you against the wall nearby. 

Your head pounds at the impact, but through the pain, you hear a distinct click, and the wall behind you begins to turn as the man roughly pushes you through the opening.

You faintly hear Natasha’s voice calling your name in panic before the trap door closes shut. 

Reacting blindly, you quickly shove the man away, the force causing you to also fall to the ground as you try to regain your senses.

Pulling yourself to your knees, you cough at the kicked-up dust around you, and your vision clears slightly, though the torches on the walls don’t provide much light in the strange new area.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise. It's been a while, hasn’t it, my dear?”

Your body freezes at the voice, eyes widening as you swallow nervously. You keep your gaze on the ground, as a familiar shadow appears in front of you.

“Now, don’t tell me you forgot all of my lessons already,” the voice chastises.

When you don’t move, the person makes a sound of disapproval before firmly ordering, “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Y/n.”

You flinch at the harsh tone, and slowly, you raise your head to look at the figure standing before you.

“There, that’s better,” Madam B says with a satisfied expression on her face before continuing. “What’s the matter, no greeting for your dear governess?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” you manage to mutter.

She makes a show of looking at the surroundings before tilting her head mockingly at you. 

“No? Well, I did help your father create this place during the war, so there’s that.” 

She claps her hand once, the harsh sound causing you to flinch unconsciously. 

“Oh! Or did you mean how I’m supposed to be in exile for taking responsibility for the actions you committed?”

Widening your eyes at her words, you begin to defend yourself, “I—I didn’t—” 

“You poisoned the princess, didn’t you?” she cuts you off with an accusing glint in her eyes, daring you to deny the claim.

You look away at the familiar feeling of guilt forming in you, and you see your hand trembling slightly.

You clench your hands in an attempt to stop the movement, trying to remember Natasha’s comforting words from before, though it is difficult to think of anything comforting with the presence of the person in front of you. 

Wanting to change the subject, you decide to ask instead, “Where am I?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out. After all, you’ve put so much effort into learning about it,” Madam B says mockingly.

Her hand harshly grabs your face to bring your eyes back up to her as she gives you a sinister smirk.

“Welcome to the Red Room, Y/n.” 

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

You are in a state of shock as you survey the area you’ve been researching for the past months.

Stone walls enclose the room on all sides, revealing no windows or exits. Shackles and chains adorn one wall with dark stains of dried blood coating the stones and ground.

In the corner, a small desk displays meticulously organized tools and papers.

A sudden movement behind you catches your attention, resembling someone stumbling upright.

“There! I did what you asked. I bought you the girl. Now it’s your turn to fulfill your part of the deal,” the man exclaims.

Madam B’s expression turns downward at the reminder of his presence, her eyes rolling as she lets go of your face and stands up to face him.

“You think you still deserve anything from me after how you failed the first time?”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

He clutches his head with a frantic expression.

“When I heard that she was Dreykov’s daughter, my mind just went crazy. The voices, the commands, past, present, everything kept mixing together.” 

He points at her accusingly, shouting in a desperate plea, “You said you would fix me if I got her to you!”

Your eyes widen in realization that he was also trying to find a cure like you, and you turn your attention to the person who he believes has it.

Madam B stares at him with a bored expression for a moment, before straightening with a sudden thought. Her expression shifts into a familiar neutral look that makes you feel uneasy.

“You’re right. A deal’s a deal,” she says in a seemingly genuine tone.

From one of her pockets, she retrieves a small vial and offers it to him.

“This should make those voices stop and clear out any commands stuck in your mind.”

He takes it from her quickly, and suddenly, you recognize the vial in his hands.

“Wait, don’t!” you exclaim, but it is too late.

He has already downed the entire contents of the vial. 

You slump defeatedly and watch with wide eyes as he begins to cough uncontrollably, falling to his knees as blood pours from his mouth. 

Madam B moves to stand over him with an indifferent expression as he coughs and groans.

“You really should’ve just left with the others when that lord came for them,” she chastises, shaking her head.

You furrow your brows in suspicion at her words, trying to figure out what she meant.

Someone else came by earlier? 

You are brought out from your thoughts when the man cries out painfully.

Looking back toward him, you see that Madam B is now pressing the heel of her shoe against his body. She tilts her head casually, observing his reactions before commenting.

“The pain is mostly in the beginning,” she states casually as if she was just reading from one of her lecture notes. “In a few minutes, you should feel your body weaken as your organs slow, one by one, until eventually…everything stops.”

He groans and glares at her, "Lying, vile wench..."

She sneers at him, pressing down harder, “You wanted those voices to disappear? Then this is the cure that I can give to you.”

Once he begins to convulse, she removes herself from him with a satisfied expression, deciding to leave him to his impending end, and turns her attention back to you, giving you a pointed look.

“Take note, Y/n. That is the proper way to administer the full dosage of a poison,” she lectures.

Stunned, you are unable to respond.

She observes the horror on your face and then comes closer, bending down to eye level with you.

“Don’t feel bad for him, dear. He was a failure from the start, one of the first few subjects of the Black Widow operations,” she clicks her tongue in disappointment.

“Not surprising — failures are to be expected when one experiments on the complex minds of people.” 

Madam B continues, her hand reaching out to touch your face.

“No, unlike him and those other disappointments, you are my perfect subject.” 

Pulling yourself together, you smack her hand away and scramble back to your feet before pulling out the dagger at your side and pointing it at her in a warning.

“Don’t call me that! I’m not yours,” you exclaim.

“Oh, Y/n,” she says sympathetically, but you can detect the insincerity in her tone. “You've always been mine — mine to raise, to teach, to experiment...to control.”

As she straightens, she casually waves her hand in the air as she explains.

“You see, we couldn't use the original method on you since the scars and wounds from the torture would raise suspicion, especially after you befriended the ever-observant princess.”

You glance at the man curled up on the ground, still trembling in pain, and see the multiple faded scars on his exposed skin as she described.

“Then there’s that disgraceful conditioning method that I had to create for that arrogant lord,” she scoffs derisively, shaking her head. "Of course, I wasn't going to give him complete control, just something temporary. A quick shortcut method for larger batches of subjects to be controlled in a short period of time."

Your brows furrow at the mention of this other lord again, but then you realize what she means by temporary control.

"Oksana's attack in the tournament," you say, "...that was you."

Madam B tuts in denial at you, waving her finger in reprimand.

"I just provided the resources, my dear. Whatever happens afterward is not my concern.”

She waves her hand dismissively.

“No, none of that compares to the years I dedicated to you — molding you into my perfect little spy.”

Her words cause you to deepen your frown and swallow nervously as you argue, “I haven’t done anything like that for you.”

"Oh?” Madam B says, raising an amused brow.

“Then explain how I knew about you researching the Black Widow operations and the Red Room despite not being near you this past year,” she challenges.

You hesitate, your confidence wavering as you try to come up with an explanation. 

Madam B seems to notice your uncertainty, a knowing smirk appearing on her face. 

Her hands cross behind her back, in the same manner that she always does before beginning any of her lessons with you. She begins to walk towards you slowly, unbothered by the weapon you have pointed at her, as she continues. 

“That’s right, Y/n. Whether you remember or not, you’ve always given me any information that I requested and then some.”

As she moves closer to you with each step, you find yourself also stepping back to maintain your distance while she continues to speak.

“I know all about your search for a cure. Your interactions with the royal family. Your little charade with the princess. Oh, and my favorite…” 

She stops and gives you a menacing grin.

“...how is that magical servant of yours faring these days?”

Your eyes widen in shock at her question, and you stumble, your back hitting the cold stone wall.

The hand holding the dagger lowers slightly in disbelief. 

Taking a moment to take in the fear on your face, Madam B grins with satisfaction before waving her hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry. Her true nature and your correspondence with me with me are my secrets alone. Your father is not aware of anything I don’t want him to know.”

Her words provide a slight relief, knowing that Dreykov does not know about Wanda.

However, the mention of him leaves an uncomfortable feeling in your chest, reminding you of the unsettling revelation from earlier.

“He’s not my father,” you find yourself muttering unconsciously under your breath.

At that, her eyes glint in interest, and she gives you a slow and deliberate clap.

“Clever girl, now when did you learn about that?” she asks with intrigue. 

Her nonchalant response to your revelation fills you with dread about the validity of the information when you realize she is not fazed or surprised at all. 

The uncomfortable feeling in your chest intensifies, and you've never wished for Natasha's comforting presence more than now.

Unconsciously, your eyes glance at the opposite wall where Natasha and the others are located.

Madam B follows your gaze and then makes a sound of understanding, assuming you were answering her previous question.

“I see…that old captain is resilient; I give him that. I was sure he would be unconscious for much longer after I had finished with him.”

Horrified by her words, you recall the new injuries on Bucky. 

“You’re the one who did that to him?” you ask.

Madam B makes a bored sound, rolling her eyes, “Don't concern yourself over him. He's just another brute soldier in Dreykov’s collection. You, however, are much more interesting — my proudest creation.”

Disgust crosses your face at the possessiveness of her words, but then again, you would rather have her focus remain on you than harm anyone else in your life.

If she truly knows every secret of yours, then you and the twins are not as safe as you previously thought.

“If you’re just interested in me, then leave the twins out of it. They are not a part of any of this,” you reason, raising the dagger threateningly at her.

Madam B scoffs, letting out a mocking laugh. 

“Please, the most that the boy is useful for is running simple errands.” 

Your glare intensifies at her dismissal of Pietro, but she brushes it off. 

“As for the actual special one, as much as I would love to pick apart that girl’s mind, she can’t be a part of the operations,” she reveals.

Furrowing your brows at the information, Madam B sees your questioning expression and continues lecturing haughtily while she returns to making her way closer to your position.

“People with innate magical abilities tend to be…” she pauses and frowns as if remembering an unpleasant thought. “...stubborn. Some sort of strong mental barrier that protects their mind. There are even a rare few stronger ones who can affect the minds of others.”

You adjust your grip on the handle of the dagger nervously, recalling Wanda using her powers against the guard’s mind earlier.

But that was the first time you ever witnessed her use her powers in such a way, which means Madam B doesn’t know the extent of her abilities yet. 

Distracted by your thoughts, you're surprised to find Madam B now standing in front of you, the weapon in your hand still positioned between the two of you.

“Nevertheless, weak or strong, having a sorcerer by your side is always useful. And if I can’t control her,” she reaches out toward your face possessively, “then I might as well control the person who she will follow.” 

You take in a shaky breath through your clenched teeth.

For some reason, the air in the room seems to be getting heavier, and your body and mind slowly feel more sluggish.

“It’s not going to work,” you manage to mutter out, each word taking much of your strength to say.

“You failed the last time you tried to control my actions.”

“Did I?” she asks mockingly.

You don't respond, finding it difficult to open your mouth against the heavy air.

Madam B raises her finger to her chin as if in thought at the memory.

“That was the first time I attempted to extend my control beyond having you collect information. Dreykov didn’t believe that aspect of control would work for you, but I knew you would follow my command.”

She gives a nonchalant shrug, “And you did, albeit half-heartedly. Unfortunately, that cunning action of yours that saved the princess led Dreykov to force me to take the fall as punishment for attempting it without his permission.”

She then focuses on you with a thought, examining you with interest.

“Perhaps, telling you to poison the princess was not specific enough. I wonder…if I tell you to stab her in the heart, would she survive then?”

Her words send a jolt of fear through your body.

Glancing down at the dagger in your hand, you see that the tip of the blade is positioned at her heart.

If you just force your hand forward, you can stop this—stop her—from making you do such a thing to Natasha.

“You’re not going to do it,” Madam B states confidently, easily reading your thoughts.

“Despite all my attempts, you don’t have it in you to kill anyone. That’s why you need me. To help you do the things you can never bring yourself to do.”

You shake your head slightly, but you know she’s right. Whether from your own hesitance or the heavy air, you can’t seem to move your hand at all. 

“Now, shall we try to kill the princess properly this time?” she asked with a menacing smirk, placing her hands on your shoulders tightly.

“Kill her and become my perfect subject, Y/n.”

“Don’t,” the pleading whisper falls out of your lips, even as you begin to feel a fogginess and harsh ringing begin to pierce your mind. 

“Remember what I’ve taught you, Y/n. About loyalty, compliance, and devo—”

A sharp gasp escapes from Madam B's lips, interrupting her.

Your eyes had shut closed from the pain in your mind, but slowly, it began to fade.

You shake your head, attempting to clear your senses, but Madam B's voice seems to echo in your clouded mind, even though you don't actually hear her anymore.

When you finally open your eyes again, the first thing you notice is something wet and red on your hands.

Is that…

You turn your hand slowly as you examine them.

…Blood?

You recoil back against the wall in shock and realization. Panicked, you look up from your hands and take in your surroundings.

You are still in the Red Room. 

Looking around, a silent gasp escapes your lips when you spot Madam B’s body lying on the ground in front of you, a small pool of blood forming under her, and the bloodied dagger at your feet.

You try to remember if your hand had reacted and moved during the process, but the only thing that fills your mind is the feeling of being frozen and the fogginess as whisperings of Madam B's voice linger repeatedly in the back of your mind. 

A painful cough catches your attention, and you look toward the sound, only now noticing the man from before lying a short distance from Madam B’s body.

From his position, you realize he must have gathered enough remaining strength to sneak behind Madam B and push her into the dagger.

His eyes are half-lidded and tired as he stares at you, a small smirk on his bloody lips. 

“There…now the voice will stop…for both of us…” he ends with a soft exhale as his eyes finally close shut.  

The quiet and stillness of the air in the room is suddenly disrupted by the sound of labored breathing.

Your still-cloudy mind searches your surroundings for the source when you realize that it is coming from you.

Each breath you take feels more suffocating than the last. 

Realizing you are in a state of panic, you instinctively bring your hand to your chest in an attempt to soothe your rapid heartbeat, but the sight of the blood on your hand causes you to freeze instead. 

I did this

As you look at the bodies at your feet, the terrifying thought and guilty feelings returns to your mind, repeating as if in reprimand.

The sound of a click interrupts your spiral, causing you to look up as the trap door opens again.

In the next moment, Natasha comes rushing in, calling your name.

Her voice is muffled against your ears, but the sight of her brings you a tiny feeling of relief in your mind. 

You open your mouth to call for her when Madam B’s voice suddenly appears in your mind.

If I tell you to stab her in the heart, would she survive then?

You freeze in fear, and her name gets stuck in your throat.

Natasha spots you near the far wall and begins to swiftly make her way over to you, causing your eyes to widen in panic. 

You quickly raise your hand out in a stopping gesture at her, panicked words falling from your lips.

“Stay away from me!” 

Natasha stops in her tracks, halfway across the room from you, and a flash of hurt crosses her face at your words.

Through the slight pounding in your head, you feel your heart break at her expression, but still, you make yourself take a step back away from her, pressing further against the wall behind you to increase the distance between the two of you.

Your voice shakes fearfully as you repeat your words to her. 

“Just…stay away…”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

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a/n: Thank you for reading! Sorry about the long break, but hopefully, the next one should not take too long to complete.

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[possessedopossum]

Antivan crows treatment [obviously spoilers]

I do NOT agree with the popular sentiment that the crows got sanitized in this game. I DO have questions about crow related writing choices but this is not the choice I have problems with.

Showing one concept, event, place or a person from multiple perspectives is one of the core features of dragon age series. We always had different and sometimes contradicting views on the same thing. For example, the Circle as Vivienne sees it and the Circle as Anders sees it are two very different Circles. It's not bad writing, it's how biases, personal experiences and opinions work. I would like to remind you that Solas says about spirits' perspectives on Ostagar – no matter how different the visions are, they are both real.

Zevran and Lucanis are different as night and day. Obviously a whore's son (no offense) and first talon's grandchild would have different experiences. So would crow Rook, who gets special princess treatment from Viago, also a talon. So would Viago, who is the antivan king's bastard. So would Teia, who considers the crows her family, since she never had one to begin with. They all either joined the crows willingly or were born into it. They weren't sold to the crows by brothel madam like Zevran was.

And at the end of the day, the crows are still assassins. Even being first talon's favorite grandchild won't save you from abuse and literal torture. You are still supposed to undergo the harsh training that will leave you without food and water for days and Maker knows what else. You still work with people who strive for power and would do anything to obtain it. House Arannai changed 6 talons throughout 20 years. Half of the talons were murdered in tevinter nights by the traitor who sold them out to qunari. Dellamorte family almost got wiped out. Some npc casually says Viago would be very sad if he had to kill crow Rook but that he would still do it anyway if necessary. The crows literally made Jacobus, a literal child, full fledged assassin in front of our eyes. What other proof of crows being shitty people need? A quest line where we personally torture children? Do you really want this to be so on the nose?

Yes, the crows are treated like the good guys by the narrative and there are pretty good reasons for that. 1) We can play as a crow and it SHOULD give us, the player, a bias 2) There are more important tasks at hand. We are fighting gods. We aren't fighting for the wellbeing of Antiva, we are fighting for the wellbeing of reality itself. With such high stakes crows shittyness is absolutely irrelevant 3) The crows are Antiva's one and only defense. No matter how shitty they are, without them, it will be worse 4) Glorification of organized crime is a thing that happens in real life and I thought we liked our games somewhat realistic.

I can go as far as sharing some personal info on the last part. I like the crows very much because I grew up in the area so riddled with crime an average person from rich white neighborhood would lose their mind. The best governor our fucked up city ever had was the local gangster. Crime was family business to him and that's why he cared for the city more than other governors – his children would have to live here after he dies. The dude killed people for money but the city was finally clean and pretty and much safer than it used to be. I don't have a problem with antivan crows being batman-ized because I've seen so happen irl. Is it sad that sometimes only mafia can keep a city from falling apart? Yes. But it is real and that's why it is beautiful. Veilguard feels very realistic to me and I don't get the bad writing claims. I guess our governor wasn't realistic enough, I'll tell him if I meet his ghost.

The problem I have with the crows is how the Ivenci/Butcher plot was handled. It felt like it was rushed and added at the last moment. I'm not against Ivenci as a villain, I am simply mourning the lost potential. The plot could have been much better if Rook started to suspect something is wrong on their own. Extra scenes with Butcher to flesh out the character more would have benefited the quest line. I'm glad that Veilguard added some positive qunari rep with Taash and Shathann but there could have been more. Bioware could have told us WHY the Butcher decided to desert. He seems to have more respect for qunari philosophy than other antaam leaders. Why couldn't he stay with his Arishok, then? There is a huge difference between bad writing and the lack of writing. Ivenci and Butcher aren't badly written, they simply lack screen time.

My overall opinion of the game is very positive. Yeah, it could have been better. But it also could have been much worse. There could always been more time to plan, more tools to use, more choices to explore. But things never work out the way you want them to. I think given the circumstances and EA's desire to make live service games, bioware gave us their best shot. Regret is nothing but pride, vanity and a waste of time. The game itself says so. And I would rather enjoy the game as it is than waste my time thinking what it could have been.

[finniestoncrane]

Hello! Totally not personal ask here, haha.

How do you think Arkham Riddler (or/any other riddler) would react to reader being a people pleaser?

Like they will do things that said they wouldn't do just because someone asked them to do, or that they will go way out of their way to do things that will make The riddler less stressed or angry.

Thank you so much for the work that you do. 💕

People Pleasing Reader

Riddler Headcanons ok don't be so cute you are too nice thank you ;-; ALSO hello??? i can't believe that i, a people pleaser, have not considered this yet lmao 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: not very much!, slight insinuation of taking advantage of someone's kindness

btas

i think more than anything, he's have a few choice words for you, a bit of advice he'd like you to consider very seriously

because he's been in a position where his desire to please only led to him being used and mistreated

granted he was trying, most of all, to please himself, but the realisation that others were using it to their advantage with no consideration for him? it hurt

so he's convincing you to be wary of your tendencies, and reassuring you that he would never take advantage of your kindness

young justice

he'd be surprised that someone was so willing to do anything for him that it would definitely knock him back a little bit at first, but i think he'd settle into it pretty easily

of course he's still going to approach you with his eyes trained to the ground, shuffling his feet, and muttering in a hushed voice

but every day he'll get a little bit better at asking you to do things for him, and it won't be long before you're being surprised by just how intimate his requests become...

dano

it's strange how easily he's found he can charm people, given how much time he spent being overlooked and pushed around

and while you're maybe not the first to be lining up to buy matching military surplus boots and a mask, you're still more than happy to help him achieve his goals, even if they don't happen to align with your own morals

because who could say no to that stupid little face when he's got his wet eyes on and is asking you to help him torture someone to death? ;-;

gotham

it's people pleaser vs people pleaser, who will win?

i mean obviously poor sweet edward will, because as he's determined to make you happy

the back and forth between you both, doing your good deeds, owing and returning favours, offering any kind of assistance at any time, is a little bit ridiculous

but it means you're both living an existence that's almost devoid of any bother, living in complete and equal bliss, the true comfort for people pleasures

arkham

this isn't so much something he reacts to as much as it is something he expects from anyone who comes into contact with him in any way

if you're not there to serve him with undying and unquestioning devotion then what's even the point?

so your natural habit of bending to someone's will just to make sure they're comfortable will come in handy

especially if you're able to provide some well-deserved (and needed) stress relief before he gets to the point where he has to demand it from you

unburied

people pleasing goes well with his desire to be pleased constantly

to know that the minute he whines or looks even slightly sad that you're going to come running to him, pillows in hand, glass of freshly squeezed juice with ice, his favourite blanket, wearing that underwear he likes

he's a princess, well and truly, and it's a requirement he be treated this way

so the moment he finds out you're a bit of a people pleaser, to a fault some might say, he's using it to his advantage

telltale

what a terrible weakness for someone to have, and worst of all, you let the wrong man know about it

or are you so deeply entrenched in your compulsive need to make those you adore happy that you would knowingly put yourself at risk just to make sure he knew you were there for him, to do anything he asked of you?

either way, it's less people pleasing now, more "servant" because if he can get you to do his bidding with nothing more than a smile and a snap of his fingers, then he's not giving you up easily

[11queensupreme11]

Hello! I loved yesterday's episode! It was perfect. I love watching Perssasy in action. It was so fun to see the Yans despairing over Percy's actions, it was a very funny moment. AAAAAAH— I'm still looking forward to the Arsenic Blues reaction story. How would the Yans, humans, or everyone in general react to Percy's intrusive thoughts about suicide? Or when dyslexia and its ADHD become present? I feel like the gods and humans won't see it as relevant until Percy gets into a lot of situations because of it. Or about Percy's actions not generally considered feminine.

oooooh i'll answer this one by one

How would the Yans, humans, or everyone in general react to Percy's intrusive thoughts about suicide?

very very very VERY worried. percy is very self-deprecating throughout the books and sometimes slips into more concerning territory where he talks about hiding away in isolation out of shame for failing to save someone/people or claiming he deserves to die for the same reason.

i wouldn't say she has a hero complex cuz that's defined as "psychological tendency to want to be the hero in any situation" and she has expressed many many times how much she wants to have a peaceful and normal life (canon too btw) and just wants to go to college. she's just the unfortunate "chosen one" 💀

(also, those with hero complexes sometimes PURPOSELY create dangerous situations so they could "play hero" and percy would NEVER do that in my fic or in canon)

so yeah, no hero complex, she's just very heroic in nature. SO very heroic that whenever she experiences failure, she literally shuts down. that's absolutely not normal and everyone will pick up on that immediately. they'd most likely pick up that the insurmountable pressure that she's been in since age fucking 12, the fact that almost every damn year the fate of the world is ALWAYS on her shoulders (and there was the one time that it literally was thx atlas 💀), the trauma of being a demigod in general, the brewing war, etc etc. is what's exacerbating her depression and suicidal tendencies

they're first immediate thought, that gods and humans would agree on is: no more hero/demigod life, HOWEVER......

humans (and some gods) would be able to tell that all she wants is a normal life like humans do. she wants to be able to live her life without being hunted down, without gods constantly interfering in her life, without seeing her friends die, without the quests.... she just wants to go to school, hang out with her friends and be a NORMAL GIRL.

the gods however.... 💀💀💀💀💀 in their eyes, they MUST save her by locking her up in a gilded cage. she doesn't want to fight anymore? perfect! she can remain in the palace where all she has to worry about is being a good wife and mother! school? friends? silly girl wants to be with humans haha! and what's this about a normal life? in their eyes, this IS a normal life. they'll MAKE IT a normal life for her.

Or when dyslexia and its ADHD become present?

the humans won't care! disorders are a normal part of humanity. some of the more ancient ones might not know wtf they are, but other than that, they'll have pretty normal reactions.

the gods however........ those are HUMAN defects. but to them, once percy ascends, she'll be rid of all those defects and be a happy lil goddess 🥰

Or about Percy's actions not generally considered feminine

obviously, the more ancient humans will be a bit miffed when they find out that percy and other female demigods are fighting. but they won't make a fuss since they know that for every (greek) demigod it's "survival of the fittest" for them.

the gods (mainly the yans tbh) would be more irritated that percy's forced to fight. she's a princess, why are they making HER do everything 😒

[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 6: THE WINTER KING

This one didn't post before for some reason.

These fellas are iceclopses as seen in Prisoners of Love, and in the pilot episode before that.

This musical section is animated by Smallbu, who previously animated the story sections of Ketchup and most of Beyond the Grotto.

Cake selfcest moments volume 2.

Ice Marceline raises some questions! I've seen a lot of people theorise that this means Marcy is dead but I don't think that's necessarily true. Presumably she was pretty pissed off with the Winter King when he turned her ex into an insane maniac and lost some of himself in the process. What is a mystery is how the Winter King got his hands on her bass guitar, which she is very attached to.

The shopkeeper at the candy store is Lord Monochromicorn, who is mute just like in his original appearance. Also that vending machine is obviously modelled after the Gumball Guardians.

There's a brand of candy called Heartstopper. That's the name of a famous real-life series of British gay highschool romance graphic novels, which seems appropriate for this very slice-of-life Gumlee (Garylee?) subplot.

The humanised Lemongrabs are called the Lemoncarbs, which is what Tree Trunks mistakenly called them in the episode Mystery Dungeon.

The Winter King says it would be unethical to make an ice Betty, which is a bit hypocritical considering he has an ice Marcy in his basement.

This is humanised Bee Princess. They don't look very genderswapped but maybe he's just femme.

The Candy Queen's eyes match the eyes of Bubblegum's yak in the episode Bonnibel Bubblegum, which was itself a reference to Tank Girl.

Both songs in this episode were written by Pat McHale, who has been with the show since the pilot episode.

Fionna exclaims "This is what was missing!" while slicing up the banana guards, which is what Finn exclaimed for slightly more wholesome reasons in the episode What Was Missing.

Gary's innate desire to create the Candy Kingdom is manifesting itself in his baking. It was very dark seeing his cute biscuits paralleled with the real candy people being brutalised by Fionna and Cake.

It's still not clear why things keep getting de-magicked when Fionna and Cake interact with them. Perhaps it's just a passive ability they have because they come from a non-magic universe, but it doesn't happen to everything they touch.

Bubblegum seems to have learned how to use her candy powers in this universe despite the fact she was cursed a hundred years ago and presumably hasn't had the chance to learn that she's an elemental. Perhaps she learned it from her time being the Candy Queen.

When Marshall Lee asks for more details about Gary's Candy Kingdom, he begins describing the plot of Slumber Party Panic, the first episode of Adventure Time.

According to production notes, baby world was created by BMO's wish. The monkey's paw twist was that he lost his personhood and became a baby monitor.

This episode's dream features an ice fortress shaped like the crown.

[mundanemoongirl]

I just finished Gideon the Ninth and I have THOUGHTS

I’ve seen people talk about this book for a while but never about the plot, so I pretty much went in blind. I wish I knew before reading it that there is a glossary at the end. I was so confused for most of the book and would have gotten invested a lot faster if I understood the terms. That one was on me. My bad.

Okay so obviously there are some issues—every book has their own. It took me over a hundred pages to really get into the book because I didn’t understand the world or plot. I think more can be explained at the beginning. It’s such a fascinating world; Muir should give us much more of it. My other main issue is that sometimes there are paragraphs after paragraphs of dialogue and each line has a dialogue tag. There’s only two people talking. You don’t have to keep telling me who they are.

For a book I thought I wouldn’t like for the longest time, I was pleasantly surprised. Like I love it so much that I got on here to share my thoughts, which isn’t something I usually do. It’s not my favorite, but it sure is unique and entertaining.

I love the different houses and how they interact with each other. I actually wish we learned more about them. We understand the Ninth House, but what is life like on the different houses. I at least liked the little bits I learned about the fourth with the child soldiers. I also like that each necromancer has a different title because each house serves a different function. But seriously, how are you gonna casually write about princesses and give no details about what they do on their planets?

This book has some of the best character development I have ever seen. Especially with Harrow. She and Camilla were my favorites so I’m glad they made it to the end. I also think it’s really funny how there’s all these fantasy names and then there’s Camilla.

I like when Gideon gets more depth too. She went from seeing the fourth as bad teens to trying to protect them. That was one of my favorite parts.

I can’t believe Gideon forgave Harrow. I’m glad she did because I love them, but I have held grudges over much less offenses. I like that Gideon comes off as abrasive at first but the more you learn about her you realize she’s really compassionate. It’s amazing considering the environment she grew up in. Such a great character.

I LOVE the trials. I just love when people slowly figure things out, and this is also when I started understanding necromancy so I was really into the learning. I also appreciated that even though Harrow and Gideon hated each other, they made such a good team and that without trying, Gideon made such a good cavalier.

I often say I like the idea of enemies to lovers and not the common execution of it, but this book embodies that idea perfectly. Gideon and Harrow never become lovers, but the emotional growth they go through and the passion they have for each other kinda represents that feeling. They don’t need to be lovers for this trope to work. This is exactly what I’ve been looking for instead of just an asshole male lead who was never actually going to kill the female lead and they’re both attracted to each other from the start. Nah, these two despised each other and still worked through it. Other authors need to take notes.

The ending was so good. I loved Cytherea flirting with Gideon while fighting her. There’s something about evil characters having a soft spot for a character that is so appealing to me. I’m also an absolute sucker for characters from the far off past existing in the present. Give me this and I will love you forever.

Cytherea is actually a lot like the villain in my wip for the exact reasons I like her. The more I thought about it, the more surprised I was about how much my wip ressembled parts of Gideon the Ninth considering I wrote this stuff before reading the book. The houses are like my clans, the necromancy is similar to the spirits, and both sets of characters are shuttled off to a new location that is full of death. That’s probably like I like this book so much.

Also—the quote “And God said, ‘And I am not enough.’” is one of the best quotes I have ever read. It solely makes up for all the book’s flaws.

So that’s it. I hope Harrow the Ninth is just as good. I get scared to read sequels now because certain sequels are genuinely the worst things I’ve read. I also hope the next book goes more in depth with the worldbuilding. I’m excited to continue this series.

[shadows-writing-lounge]

As a Ganon fan for some time (started with twilight princess he looked so fine man) it surprises me the low quantity of fics for him (same with Bowser) at the same time there isn't a doc where thxs to magic Ganon mom's come back. Like imagine meeting twinrova and them being super excited because FINALLY their son got a s/o who doesn't care if he's victorious or not. Or even they don't care if he's in his human form or not. Please could you write a fanfic where Ganon is embarrassed by his mom's being excited over his s/o? Like it would be so fluffy

Ganondorf and Bowser seem popular but it doesn't seem like it considering you have to traverse the entire internet for mere crumbs. Took so long cause I really struggled with ideas plus writing on your phone kills your fingies.

Content: Third person pov. Gerudo Ganondorf leaning towards Twilight Prince per mention in request, Ganon calls s/o dear and beloved. Mentions of marriage. Pretty short around 500 words.

S/o: s/o is written gender neutral with they/them pronouns. No physical descriptions

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As feared as Ganondorf Dragmire was, it was an immensely amusing sight to see his surrogate mothers baby the giant man. Kotake and Koume were on him the microsecond he stepped into the dwelling.

“My handsome young man,” the twin with red accents holds up her hands to the large man’s face. Similar to a grandparent squeezing their grandchild’s face to ‘see them better’

“Mother Kotake, we have a guest,” Ganondorf says, seemingly unbothered by what’s happening, moving the twins’ attention to his partner. The twins zoned in on them before looking at each other.

"Sister, I think our son has finally grown up," Kotake says, earning a huff from her son. Koume nods enthusiastically.

"Come in, Come in!" Koume guides the two further inside. The building was old, obviously just some place they chose just out of necessity. It looked well loved with rustic-worn furniture filling the space. Mystical objects and potions also filled the shelves. Along with miscellaneous creatures and substances. Ganondorf promptly guided his partner away from them, pressing lightly on their back.

Kotake waves Koume away, getting a pout from the glacial witch as she goes back to what they were doing before their son's arrival. Without prompting Ganondorf settled down, the chair creaked with protest but held up nonetheless. Sitting next to him they didn't have much time to get comfortable before Kotake offers a teacup containing something. Decidedly it wasn't tea. Ganondorf had received his own cup, miniscule in his armored hands. Looks like he's using a child's tea set Feeling his partner's eyes he looked at them with a slight tilt on his head.

"Is something the matter my dear. Are my mothers making you uncomfortable?" Ganondorf's voice carried a slight worry of the thought.

Shaking their head, Ganondorf releases a sigh of relief. Placing the now empty cup down. Kotake lingered nearby not wanting to interrupt the couple.

A few moments of silence filled the room before Koume spoke from across the room.

"So Dear, are you going to introduce your partner to your mothers?" Kotake nodded eagerly at her sister's words.

"Yes, yes, introduce them to their in-laws."

Ganondorf sighed, "We aren't yet engaged." This is why he waited so long to introduce his mothers. Koume took this time to hurry over grabbing his partner's face between her hands before her son could stop her.

"Yet, so you plan on it?" Koume says. They try to remove themselves from her grasp but she has a mean grip for an elderly woman.

"I've thought about it, Mother Koume. We haven't discussed the concept of marriage." Ganondorf relents.

"It's been ages since another monarch sat on the throne. Such a dashing pair you two would be." Kotake says with a pensive tone. The knuckle of her index finger resting on her chin.

"Come Koume we have plans to discuss," Kotake starts walking away before pausing to talk over her shoulder, "as the elder sister I will be handling wedding planning."

Koume had moved to follow a sputter in her walk at Kotake's words.

"Why I never. Lying to our son's partner. I'm the eldest by 5 minutes." Koume resta her hands on her hips and Kotake turns to give her sister a glare. Ganondorf stands holding his hand out for his partner to take.

"They are going to be a while, beloved." he says, guiding them out of the house. The twin witches squabbling louding as they did.

"So, about our marriage," they looked up at Ganondorf who refused to make eye contact.

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Rest assured more Ganondorf content is coming. Headcanons and fics alike.

[ultimatetattletale]

Hi sorry I died for a while but I've been waiting for my computer to be fixed so I can draw pretty stuff again (yes it's taken like 6 months). Now please consider my thoughts on what animals different danganronpa characters would be

I tried to make sure there weren't any duplicates unless the characters are related and some of these I've put more thought into lol

Yasuhiro is a goat but like the fainting ones because it sounds funny and I can see him freezing up and falling over.

Junko and ikusaba are both chihuahuas because they're super cute but stereotypically people say they're little demons and that fits junko, she seems innocent but is just a big meanie. And I see ikusaba as being like a buff chihuahua who's all awkward but could eat you alive.

Makoto and Komaru are ferrets, ferrets need other ferrets for inrichment and that's basically makoto he wants friends to be happy. Also I think ferrets are very silly, I have 4 named noodle, little man, chonk, and rebel (like Starbuck).

Kyoko is a cat, I felt like a cat could match many different characters but I believe that she fits a cat the most. Cats are cute but pretty solitary also I think it matches with the fact she isn't very scary compared to some characters (ik she's like mysterious type scary and stone cold but I think she's a cutie).

Fukawa is a skunk bc she's stinky.

Byakuya is a cheetah and I thought about this quite a bit, I had a few different ideas on what to pick but honestly I think since he's blonde he's obviously a cheetah!! Duh!!

Asahina is an otter bc swimming and cute.

Sakura... I had so much trouble deciding this one ommmgg 😭 I was thinking about bigger animals and like martial arts and I was thinking about a gorilla and how they like punch their chests. It's the best I could come up with.

Leon is a weasel because I could see a weasel trying baseball and not liking it very much.

Sayaka is a panda because people love pandas and I could see a panda singing pop music.

Chihiro is a bunny because cute and small, also he's like Judy hops cuz he and her wanna prove they're stronge or smth 💪🏻

Mondo is an alligator bc grrrr scary 🐊

Hijumi is a walrus bc his lips kinda look like a walrus and he's chunky like a walrus, I thought of a hamster too but I thought it fit another character better.

Ishimaru I can see being a Labrador dog bc he's a silly little guy. He'd be the dog that barks at flys.

Celeste is a fruit bat bc vampire bat is what she wishes she was so she tries to be scary and goth but she's just a cute fuzz baby.

Nagito is a wolf bc he's literally wolf in sheep's clothing but he's also kinda cute.

Hajime is a panther who doesn't know how to be a panther, he tries to be a house cat.

Teruteru is a mouse bc ratatouille but I wanted him to be a mouse bc they're smaller and I think someone else fits the rat better.

Twogami I was thinking maybe a pig who wears cheetah fur or smth, like he wears the animal skin of what he's imitating.

Pekoyama is a gazelle bc they're coooool.

Mahiru is a red panda cuz they're small and cute and red like her hair

Soda is a rat bc I can imagine him being a sewer rat who smells bad in his silly little jumper.

Sonia is a swan bc they're elegant and pretty like a princess.

Fuyuhiko is a honey badger bc they're not very big but they give 0 fucks abt anything.

Tanaka is a Vulture and everyone's like 'whaaat a vulture taking care of hamsters???? Craaazy he'll eat them' but really he loves his little guys and would never.

Nekomaru is a lion bc team work and big.

Akane is a jaguar bc big and grrrr.

Chiaki is a sugar glider bc tiny and cute.

Saionji is the basilisk bc I can see her Jesus running on water.

Ibuki is a parrot bc caawww and repeating people and singing bird.

Mikan is a possum bc they faint when scared and that's funny haha but also I think they're cute.

Kamukura is a panther but he knows how to be a panther and doesn't wanna be a house cat like Hajime.

Shuichi is a coyote bc he ain't a big wolf but he isn't a tiny dog, he's like in the middle and he's adaptable I'd say.

Kaede is a spider monkey cuz they're like very social but can be aggressive and I think kaede is a more bold but friendly character (ignoring pregame)

Amami is idk!!! I thought about it alot and I stuck with a tortus or a super chill deer.

Maki is like a black mamba cuz they're fast and when I think of an assassin I think of snakes. Also I believe black mambas aren't super aggressive unless bothered and I think this applies to Maki. She isn't aggressive really for no reason she might be sassy sometimes but she isn't gonna throttle you for no reason at all.

Himiko is a dove bc magician.

Kiibo is a chicken bc it made me think of the robot chicken TV channel thing.

Tsumugi is a fox bc cute and pretty but sneaky and will probably give you rabies.

Kirumi is an owl because she seems wise and owls are usually depicted as wise in media.

Ryouma is a poison dart frog bc tiny but will kill you with his tennis balls.

Korekiyo is a giraffe bc tall and lanky.

Tenko is a mongoose and honestly idk why I couldn't think of anything else except maybe that lizard that's like only girls and reproduces asexually so they're all female lizards.

Angie is an African wolf dog bc they work really well when hunting and it would be her little cult of dogs.

Kaito is a border collie bc they're really smart but cute and people always assume they're dumb but they're very smart and everyone says Kaito is dumb but honestly he's gotta be smart to be an astronaut.

Kokichi is a racoon bc he's a trash panda who would also give you rabies.

Miu is a pelican bc she has a big mouth and doesn't shut upppppp!!

Gonta Is an eleghant bc usually elephants are pretty chill and they're suuuuper cute and big.

OK thanks for listening to my Ted talk I might post drawings of chiaki soon bc she's my favorite female danganronpa character and I love her