#also: i love how carrie is just slowly realizing she gay in this

[loggiepj]

she broke her own heart

Summary : Just a short story about how Wanda broke her own heart.

You didn't cheat.

You learned at a young age that when you loved someone, you should be solely and  deeply committed to that person. You were strongly against any sort of betrayal.

You hated your father for that. You thanked the heavens he got sick with something close to cancer because you knew he deserved it. But you hated him more for making your mother miserable who still took care of your father after he got sick most of the time. You pitied your mother. She shouldn't have to live that way, especially when she was the one cheated on. But she loved your father still.

That was why you had cursed him and swore to yourself you wouldn't ever do what he did to your mother.

You couldn't handle the guilt if ever you'd commit such a cruel act, wondering how some people could ever do such in the first place. Even some of your friends have cheated or have been cheated on. It made you sick to the stomach just to think of it.

You couldn't ever ever cheat and wouldn't attempt to in your lifetime.

You didn't cheat.

That was what you were trying to tell your girlfriend of four years when she caught you with a naked woman in your apartment.

Wanda. Sweet, innocent, ever kind Wanda. With red hair and green eyes, she'd part the crowd like the Red sea whenever she entered a room.

You met her during your last year in College and dated ever since. It was a funny encounter — an enemies turned into lovers type of story. It was when Wanda accused you of being the other girlfriend of your now ex-bestfriend, Vision.

It took her a whole month to figure out you were gay when you both got drunk and made out in your dorm. It only took her five seconds of your tongue in her mouth to find out she liked girls too.

You and Wanda had been inseparable since. The relationship grew more intense, making you both commit yourselves to each other. Your friends became her friends. Her friends became yours.

You considered yourself so lucky for having her in your life. Wanda was always there through your ups and downs. And you were also there for hers.

So why would you cheat on her? How could you ever cheat on her?

You didn't cheat. But Wanda didn't believe you.

Wanda witnessed it front row.

It was a normal Thursday afternoon, or at least it was supposed to be normal, when Natasha, your bestfriend, dropped by your apartment, carrying with her her bag of art supplies, a blank canvass and a lady wearing high heels who looked like ten years older than the two of you.

It was honestly your fault in the first place. You were too nice to deny Natasha a place to do her painting when she was kicked out of hers. But you were also too late to realize it was going to be a nude work when the lady suddenly took off all of her clothes, leaving only her red stilettos on.

Amidst your complaints about how Wanda wouldn't approve of such a thing if she only knew, Natasha had managed to persuade you that it would only take her an hour to finish.

But bad things were meant to happen.

If only you allowed Natasha to use the toilet when she needed to relieve herself earlier, you wouldn't have to wait for a couple of minutes for her to come back when she immediately headed towards the toilet the moment she had finished the painting.

You wouldn't have to endure an awkward moment alone with the lady as she slowly dressed herself. You wouldn't have slipped on Natasha's paintbrush that she left on the floor in a hurry and tackled with the lady as you both fell down on the floor.

And Wanda wouldn't have seen you two in a weirdly sexual position in the apartment that you and Wanda shared.

No. Wanda didn't believe you. She saw it with her own two eyes.

"It's not what you think it is," you told her. Yet, you couldn't move. You found yourself frozen, million of things running inside your head, reasons why you were suddenly on top of this half naked stranger.

Wanda scoffed, then bit back a cry as she said, "I thought you were different. I was wrong."

When Wanda hurriedly left the apartment, a switch turned on in yourself, making you finally move from your spot.

"What did I miss?" was what you thought you heard Natasha ask in a distance when she finally came out of the toilet. But you were too focused to follow Wanda out of the building and into the parking lot.

"Wanda!" you called out, knocking the windows of her car as you tried to get in. "It was not what it looked like. I swear!"

Then you made a run towards her side of the car because the passenger's side was locked.

"Wanda, please!" You were hysterical. Especially when you saw how red and defeated Wanda's eyes looked like. As if she had accepted her fate. That you were a cheater, just like her ex boyfriend.

"I didn't! We didn't—" A sudden honk made you jump away from the car before Wanda stepped on the pedal and drove fast. Away. Far from you.

You tried to run for it. But after a couple of blocks, you ran out of air to breathe.

Endless visits in Pietro's apartment became your routine. You knew Wanda was staying at her brother's place. You saw her car parked outside. But Wanda wouldn't give you the time or the ear to listen.

Wanda's friends became your enemies, despising you for betraying their friend. You could talk them through it, made them believe you didn't do what they thought you did. But you only cared for Wanda to believe you.

Pietro almost didn't believe you until Natasha talked to him.

"Give it time, Y/n," Pietro always said to you whenever you dropped by. "You know how she feels about cheating. Maybe tomorrow, she'd finally listen to you."

So you hoped and hoped that tomorrow will come. That one day she'd finally hear you out and your valid excuse.

But that day turned only into weeks. And weeks turned into a month. And a month turned into two. Until you couldn't bear it any longer and visited Wanda in her office.

Amidst the protests from Wanda's secretary, saying she was in a meeting, you still managed to get to her office.

Wanda wasn't alone. She was with her officemate who was also her friend, Jarvis. A friend who had become surprisingly close after your so-called breakup.

You were out of breath. Not because the secretary was so fast in trying to get you, but because you swore you saw Jarvis' arm around Wanda's shoulders just a second ago, and how their faces were so close to each other, it almost looked like they were kissing or something.

"Y/n, what are you doing here? How did you get in?" Wanda bitterly asked. You could tell she was still mad about what she thought you did.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am." Her secretary bumped into your back as she managed to catch up. "I tried to stop her—"

"It's okay. I trust it Y/n doesn't need help to exit this building as well," Wanda replied.

"You didn't answer to any of my calls or messages," you began. "If you could only hear me out just this once. Natasha brought—"

"I don't think we have formally met," Jarvis interrupted as he walked towards you, his hand held out for you to shake. "I'm Jarvis Stark, the CEO of Stark Industries, along with my brother Tony. And. . .," he made a look towards Wanda before he looked back at you, "Wanda's boyfriend."

You laughed. It was a slow chuckle at first, before you burst into a loud laughter.

"I see," you said, ignoring Jarvis' hand as you made your way towards Wanda. "You don't have to do this. Pretending he's your boyfriend when months ago, you despise the hell out of him."

Wanda stepped back. "You don't know me, Y/n. Maybe, I do want him after all."

"Wands—"

"Besides the fact that at least he wants me unlike you."

"You know that's not true—"

"Tell me, Y/n, was she really that good in bed? Good enough to throw all those years away?!"

"Wands." You tried to step a bit closer, arms extending for a hug.

"Stay away from me!" Wanda screamed, making Jarvis drag you away from her. You pulled out from his grasp as you stared at Wanda. She looked like a mess, but you couldn't really blame her if she had gone through a heartbreak.

After all, she was the one who broke her own heart.

"Don't make me call security," Jarvis warned.

You took a deep breath before you finally left.

You would have come back the following day. Or the day after that. If only you didn't get sick.

You would have visited Pietro's apartment the next day if you didn't just collapse on your way to work that day.

You thought it was just fatigue, what with the restless nights you had spent trying to win Wanda back. But you were wrong.

It turned out you were cursed with your father's illness too.

That was why you were drinking in a bar on a Tuesday afternoon, even when the sun was still up. If Natasha weren't there to get you to go home, you would have ended in God knows where.

"I don't deserve her," you softly murmured when Natasha had managed to get you in her car. "I don't deserve Wanda."

"Hey, don't say that."

"She's in good hands now. He'll be good to her. Promise me, Nat, you'll look after her."

Natasha cupped your face. "She just needs time, Y/n. She'll come back. I promise you that."

But time was something you had until now. Until you finally received the medical report from your doctor, telling you that you'd end up paralyzed one day. Just like your father.

And you couldn't do that to Wanda — making her take care of you as you both grew old. No. You couldn't do that to her. You were not your father.

Even when she finally realized that you didn't really cheat. Even when she would finally talk to you and accept you back into her arms. Even when Wanda made it known that Jarvis and her weren't at all true and she was just angry at that time.

Even when she finally came to Natasha's party after countless invitations in the past months, knowing you were there too. Even then.

You knew now you're not your father. You wouldn't cheat. And you couldn't make her give up her dreams just to take care of you.

So when yours and Wanda's eyes met at the party, with her talking to some of your friends, and you drinking from a distance, you knew you had to finally let her go.

"I cheated," you said when Wanda came to follow you in the balcony. "I had intentions that day to kiss her and more."

Wanda shook her head. "You're lying." Even her voice was trembling.

"It's true. The only lie I ever told you was to make you believe I didn't do it, that I didn't cheat. But I . . . I want to come clean, Wanda," you went on. "I'm sorry I led you on, I'm sorry. I slept with her that night. And on the following nights too—"

Wanda snapped, her hand hitting your left cheek with a force. The sound echoed through the night. That hurt. But your heart was already hurting.

"Why can't I be enough, Y/n?" Wanda finally asked after a couple of seconds of complete silence.

Then you looked at her, saddened that she didn't realize how perfectly enough she was to anyone.

You wanted so badly to tell her she was enough. That you were even lucky she was talking to you. That it was you who couldn't be enough for her.

But you stopped yourself. You had to let her go.

"Don't you ever let me see your face again," she said, gritting her teeth, before she left.

And that was the only thing you could promise Wanda from that moment on.

[cebwrites]

Hello !! Love the way you write the heart pirates 🫶 if it’s okay to request, would you be able to do head-cannons on the silly hearts with a reader who tends to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere around the polar tang?

They don’t do it on purpose- honest! But they don’t realize how tired they are and fall asleep on instant contact with anything comfy :’) ((inspired by my own tendencies to crash on the couch or floor with a simple pillow or soft blanket, the occasional chair if the sitting position complies))

No need to write if it’s a little silly!! You can take it any direction you want, have the bestest of days and keep on writing your awesome work, take care!!

a/n: eepy gang rise up!! i have a habit of getting very sleepy after eating too of course it's okay, this is just about what i need rn actually _〆(´Д｀ )

for anyone new here, here's the hearts name guide <- i use for them!

Heart Pirates with tired Reader

masc reader, they/them law word count: 1.4k

At first, it's just after a hearty dinner that your peers catch you on the verge of falling asleep—Bas, Laeno, and Dorie pride themselves on making such good knock-out food—but slowly they notice how you're seemingly able to pass out anywhere and everywhere you can find a comfortable enough position to curl into

Provided it's not during an important briefing or otherwise Heart-related meeting, since nodding off during those tends to make your captain quite upset and you've crossed them on the singular instance of doing exactly that before, the crew knows to leave you well enough alone

You pride yourself on never falling asleep on duty, at least

On occasion, someone will wake you for additional work at Law's behest if you've already finished or call you down for supper or Penguin and Shachi have the mischievous inkling to do something prank-related; either they're dragged away by someone more responsible or get chewed out by Law for putting you in ridiculous poses to take pics of while you were asleep, upset about something along the lines of potential injuries

The more you get to know your crew and the stronger your bonds become over the years, the more you start to lean on other Heart pirates for your impromptu naps instead of just cozy inanimate objects; none of them have ever beaten the sheer comfitude of the weighted blanket in your quarters, though

Bepo is the easiest suspect being as big and soft as he is, and the friendliest too, Ikkaku is more than happy to lend a shoulder as the resident "big sister" (although she's younger than half the other members), and hell even Pen and Shach were comfy enough pillows once you got them to swear not to pull any funny business while you slept - lest you made balloon animals out of them

The others all warm up to you on their own time, depending on whether you've been there from more or less the start or you're a relatively new member to the crew

Ani is reluctant for physical contact, it takes you getting to know them a little more before she's willing to shake you awake or spend a while sitting next to you taking a nap in comfortable silence, gay uncles Bas and Laeno with the addition of Fang have dubbed themselves the unofficial official "carries you to bed" squad

The other gay uncles (Marl and Gul) are content to leave you where you are whenever you drift off but always bring a blanket when it looks like you're getting cold or you don't seem like waking up any time soon - Dorie and Hoki try taking you to bed but Dorie's always too loud and ends up waking you before then and Hoki, well, Hoki can't quite seem to pick you up as a taller, heavier man

By god he's trying his best, though that also has the unfortunate consequence of waking you up; you once overhead Hoki training with Fang with the express purpose of getting strong enough to carry you to bed like "everyone else" and you genuinely didn't know whether to be flattered or mortified

Uni's content enough to let you lay your head on their shoulder (arm, because frankly he's huge) for a short while, though eventually he gets antsy and needs to move but since you're there he can't, but also Uni needs to move while not waking you up, like a cat asleep on its owner's lap trapping them for all eternity; other crew members have found him in this predicament every so often and find it hilarious/a perfect photo-op while he can't avoid the camera's embarrassing lens

Some of these pictures have both of you napping together (he accepted his fate and fell asleep sitting up, their back makes them regret it later)

You're awkward around Jean Bart at first, as you were with everyone else in the beginning, though you did puff out your chest a little at the thought of being someone's senior much like Bepo, and slowly as you took the initiative to spend more time around him, you'd find yourself falling asleep with his knee as you pillow every now and again, sometimes even with his very large hand over your back as a blanket; Jean Bart too would fall victim to the pictures taken while he was at the mercy of your slumbering form, unable to flee

Clione and Hake, as much as you adore them as friends, have the unintended affect of activating your sleepiness once they go on another one of their longwinded rambles about a topic of special interest; you've apologized time again that it's not because they're boring you, not at all! Their voices are just so easy to listen to, hearing them talk at length about things important to them, it's a comfortable backdrop to doze off to

Hake laughs this off with light teasing, flattered that their voice is as soothing as you claim it to be, Clione has to be coaxed with a bit more than that, but usually gives in after you agree to buying him a treat of his choosing at the next island they drop anchor at

The captain themself—you aren't quite sure how to act around them, you were sure that they'd been upset by the first and only time you fell asleep during that crew meeting, making it a point to never do that again in the hopes of avoiding Law's ire, and although it didn't seem like they'd been that upset with you again, being around them still set the hairs on the back of your neck on edge; like you were being watched

To your defense, you were, but not necessarily in the way in the way that you would've assumed

It took nearly a year of being in proximity with and hardship with each other for Law to finally ease up being around you and another year for them to fully let you in - you realize in that time that the staring is just something Law does with everyone, their crew, strangers on the street, marines they're supposed to be on watch for, it was just something your captain tended to do

Plus, observation wasn't the only reason for their keen eye on you, at some point, Law had developed these—day they say, absurd—feelings, for you, and were at a loss for what to do; so, without consulting anyone else like the massive dweeb they were, decided that intense soul-burning eye contact was the way to go instead of just talking to you and getting a boyfriend that way

Some days it was an attempt to get you to make a move before they did, other days it was trying to blow you up with their mind for daring to make them feel this way, and on the days you felt like you were ignored by your captain even more than before? Those were the one where Law doubted their feelings the most, wishing to hide them away and feeling if you looked too closely, you'd catch onto their "true" intentions and they would simply dissolve under your gaze

A bit unfair, but when has Law ever been anything but?

Now, comfortable with the relationship you've built with one another, Law calls you into their office often to sleep on the couch there, or take a nap on their bed while they worked tirelessly still at the desk in their room; whenever they needed a break or you'd call them over, they could simply recharge in the comfort of your arms and you'd get a warm body to slumber against

It does seem, however, that once the both of you got together Law started being a bit more scrutinous about your random cuddles with other crew members whenever you fell asleep per usual, almost pouting when you gave your attention, albeit unconscious but still physical, away to other people

You tease them about it once other Hearts inform you about this very interesting behavior and turn scowls into kisses with light laughter

The only person seemingly exempt from this "cuddle = angy Law" rule is Bepo, but that's only because he's the baby and Law is unwilling to give up their cuddles on their precious bear either, so the both of you will sometimes just nap on him together, sometimes to Bepo's chagrin when he needs to move just like Uni

Bepo obviously clears, but at least now it looks like there's finally someone to challenge your weighted blanket <3

[archangeldyke-all]

ur sev x butch reader drabbles are so good omg 😭

what about sevika and a butch/masc reader who is equally as muscular as she is, of course there’s a lot of playful competition between you guys but the best part is that you can carry her.

maybe you guys are watching a movie or something, and sev falls asleep on the couch right next to you. you’re also pretty sleepy but you’re not about to sleep on the couch all night, so you pick her up and hold her close in your arms and carry her to bed.

or maybe she’s had a long week and is super sore and exhausted from training and working and you just pick her up and hold her and let her cling to you 😭😭😭😭😭 sorry if this is long i just love her so much

GOD this is so sweet 😭

man and minors dni

the first time you carry sevika to bed is about a month into living together.

you get home after a late night, and find sevika slumped to sleep on the couch-- clearly having tried to wait up for you.

your heart swells, and after taking your jacket and shoes off, you slowly approach your girlfriend.

"sev." you whisper. she snores a little louder at the sound of her name, and you giggle, kissing her forehead. "'m home baby, let's go to bed."

"mmm... no." she grunts, turning over in her sleep. "'m comfy."

you giggle, watching your girlfriend cuddle closer against the couch cushions.

you let her sleep while you start your night routine, washing the stress of your day away in the shower and getting bundled up in your jammies (just one of sevika's old shirts and a pair of boxers) before you return to your sleeping girlfriend.

she's still asleep on the couch, and you really don't want to wake her up. so, you bend down and wrap your arms around her, before gently picking her up in a bridal carry.

she stirs a bit, but upon realizing she's in your arms, she just nuzzles against your neck and goes back to snoring.

four hours later, you're awaken by sevika snapping up in bed dramatically, gasping and scrambling out of the covers.

"sevika!?" you ask, panicked.

the bedside light flicks on, and sevika's bewildered eyes flit around the room.

"when the fuck did i get in bed?" she asks, still looking confused to find herself in your shared bedroom. you giggle and collapse against bed, making grabby hands for your girlfriend.

"i carried you, silly. c'mon, it's like two in the morning."

sevika stares at you for a moment, and you raise an eyebrow at her.

"you carried me?" she asks. her voice is a little wobbily. you worry as you sit up to examine her face, but once you see the soft smile on her lips your worry vanishes.

"yeah, baby. you were sleeping, didn't wanna wake you up."

"oh." she whispers, shy and excited. "okay."

most commonly, you'll pick sevika up when she's sleeping.

if you wake her up with the jostling, she just smiles like a sweetheart and blinks her heavy eyelids up at you, admiring you the entire way back to the bedroom.

sometimes, when things are getting hot and heavy for you two, you'll pick sevika up to carry her to the nearest soft surface.

she always squeals like you're about to throw her across the room. (it turns her on beyond belief. she almost cums in her pants the first time you pick her up mid-make out)

sevika loves being in your arms. since she was a teenager she's been too big for any of her lovers to try to pick her up. but you-- she trusts you, heart and body. plus, you're strong as shit. she feels so fucking safe and small in your arms.

the only time she wishes you wouldn't pick her up is when you two are play-wrestling and you just hike her over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carry her around for a while. no matter how much she squirms and smacks your ass, she can't get free. it infuriates her that you win your little wrestling matches with this move, but she never thinks to use it on you and pick you up in return.

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[will-isonpills420]

SOAP X MALE READER

WARNINGS: NSFW, GAY SEX, Male X Male, DILF, name calling (daddy, little prince, love, baby boy), overstim

Soap was an awesome neighbor, always inviting you over for dinner when you got off of work, letting you come over whenever you needed.

He was a stay at home dad, with two 3 year old little girls who adored you. Sometimes you'd babysit if you didn't have work, if he needed to go to the store or the bank.

He always paid you for it, $100 for only an hour of watching the girls.

Tonight was different.

He invited you over for dinner, but his kids were no where to be seen.

"Where's the girls?" You ask softly, curiosity getting the better of you whilst he cooks dinner.

"With their mum for the weekend, she's been missing them like crazy," he replies smoothly, his thick scottish brogue making it sound like music in your ears.

He and the girls mother were divorced, right after she had the girls they split. Only recently was it finalized.

You knew he'd never seen someone romantically during the split, not wanting to dishonor the already crumbled marriage. After it was finalized though, you had no clue.

You decide to take it upon yourself to start chopping the veggies, working quickly with the knife, dicing and skinning the vegetables You worked as a cook after all, it was only right for you to help.

"Thanks darling," he says simply, working on the meat.

It makes your cheeks flush red a little. He had all these little nicknames for you; sweetie, darling, dear. It was just normal at this point, but it still made you blush.

You feel his hands slide onto your hips, hugging you from behind while he watches you dice some onions. He was quite a bit taller than you at 6'2, you only being about 5'9.

"Doing such a good job, little prince," he purrs in your ear, sending a jolt down your spine and to your crotch.

You had what they call daddy issues and his praise made your heart beat faster, blood rushing down there. You knew it was wrong, this man had children after all, but god did it feel good to hear his kind words.

His fingers rub comforting circles into your skin, slipping under the end of your shirt, making the skin feel ablaze wherever he touched you.

"Maybe I should just eat you instead," he murmurs, and that's when you feel it.

His boner is pressed up against your ass, something about you looking like a house spouse is doing things to him, and he can't help how turned on you make him.

"Soap," you gasp out, shocked at his actions but also turned on.

"Yes love?" He asks softly, hands slipping down to your thighs, playing with the hem of your shorts.

"I..uh..." You stutter, cheeks red and not knowing what to say.

"All I need is a yes, baby boy," he murmurs, rubbing your skin softly with his calloused hands.

"...yes," you whisper, and he turns you around and kisses you, lifting you up by the thighs and placing you on the counter away from the food.

Your lips feverishly connect, need and lust drowning out any rational thoughts.

"Daddy," you moan in his ear, teasing him, trying to be at least a little in control.

His bulge presses against your own as he stands between your legs, and you feel it grow.

"Fuck, making it so hard for me to hold back, you've got such a dirty little mouth baby boy," he groans, hands sliding up your shorts, fingers teasing your boner. Your hips buck, a gasp falling from your lips. Its all music to his ears.

"Daddy I need you," you continue, rolling your hips against his to drive him crazy.

He immediately moans and picks you up, carrying you to his bedroom while sucking on your neck.

He gently lays you on the bed, slowly slipping your shirt off, being gentle.

"How do you want it? Gentle or rough?" He asks, and that's when you realize how much more experienced he is than you are.

You're a virgin at 24, when he's a 30 year old with kids for Christ's sake.

"Uh..." You trail off, unsure of what you wanted.

"I'll be gentle first and then get rougher," he suggests, slipping off his own shirt and working on his belt buckle.

You want to tease him, so you stick your hand down your pants, palming yourself through your boxers, moaning and watching his eyes get a look of pure lust.

"Awwe, so needy for me already? Am i not touching you enough?" He coos softly, slipping off your shorts.

"Touch yourself like a good boy while I get the things I need," he orders softly, kissing your forehead before he removes his pants and walks to the bed side table, grabbing a pack of condoms and lube.

You continue to rub yourself, letting out little moans and gasps as you do.

He comes back and slowly slips off his underwear, before reaching to do the same for you when you stop touching yourself.

His pupils dilate when he sees you, cock leaking and red, pretty little legs spread open for him. He groans and leans down kissing on your thigh, looking up at you almost desperately.

"Let me taste you," he purrs, an order, before he slips his lips over your tip, licking up the precum your length is oozing out.

"Just fuck me already," you whine, and he obliges, rolling on the condom and putting on some lube on his fingers.

He starts with one finger, stretching you, curling it as he watches you unraveling underneath him. Then adds another until your stretched enough.

He slowly pushes into you, your eyes closing tight at the slight burn.

"You're taking it so so good love, fuck, squeezing me so good," he groans, and he bottoms out.

He starts rolling his hips into you, making you moan and whine as the tip teases that bundle of nerves.

Slowly his gentle rolling turns into desperate rutting, pounding you into the bed, hitting that sweet spot.

"You're daddy's little boy, huh? You like how good i fuck you? How i pound that tight little ass?" He dirty talks you so good, and it sends you reeling.

"Gonna come, fuck, s' good daddy," you whimper, head dizzy and swimming.

"Go ahead and come baby, such a good fucking boy," he moans, pounding into you more.

You unravel under him, back arching off the bed as you release onto your own stomach.

He starts to huff like a dog, breathing heavy and quick from the way you squeeze around him, it fuels him to rut faster, hand now wrapped around your sensitive cock, jerking you off while he pounds into you, reducing you to a teary whiny mess.

"Too much daddy, can't take it," you whimper, thighs spasming and cock twitching.

"Yes you can, you're doing so good baby boy, just a little longer," he purrs, moving faster, pulling another orgasm out of you.

You cry out as he finally comes, feeling the condom fill as he fucks into you a bit more, loving the way your walls milk him.

He slowly pulls out and kisses your forehead.

"Since you were such a good boy, you can take my card and get anything you want tomorrow," he murmurs, kissing your cheek and throwing out the condom as he cleans you up with spare baby wipes.

"Thank you daddy," you whisper, cuddling up to him.

"Mmm, baby you look so cute all red and fucked out," he murmurs, holding you tight.

He holds you the rest of the night, loving on you and caring for you.

Just like a daddy should.

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OMGGGGG :DDD

[jane-john-doe-tournament]

John Doe (Malevolent) Propaganda:

Spooky gay eldritch disaster (am I doing this right?)

Could have chosen any name for himself and picked John because a kind person called him that :)

fractured piece of an eldritch god that shares a body with a private eye after being fractured. chooses the name John Doe after said private eye goes into a coma

Because he’s an eldritch god who wants to feel human and who overcame a lot of obstacles and dangers!!! He sincerely cares about the main character!!! And he chose a name himself! Isn’t he cute??? He lost his body, he almost lost his memory, he fought for his right to exist, he loves animals, he loves his friend Arthur and I love him!

Being an ass, friendship, spooky supernatural stuff, he’s got it all

My man heard the name John Doe, realized he didn’t actually have a name, and just. Took it for himself.

I LOVE HIM. MY SON. HE’S TRYING TO CHANGE AND BE BETTER AND :(((( He’s a fragment of the soul of the King in Yellow (god of trickery and suffering iirc??) that gets trapped in a book in our realm while the rest of the King stayed in his own separate realm. When a human named Arthur Lester opens the book they get linked and John gains control of Arthur’s eyes & kills his partner (oops!). They proceed to go on a quest to find a way of separating them because neither likes the situation, and at first John (or The Entity, which is what he’s called at first) just wants to trick and use Arthur, and control his entire body (through the first season he also gets a hand & a foot) even though he doesn’t remember being The King In Yellow at the time, but Arthur makes him change and become more human. His turning point is when Arthur is shot and falls into a coma for a month. They get treated at a hospital and while John waits for Arthur to wake up so they can carry on, the body itself still gets taken care of. The time John spends alone, contemplating on humanity & everything he’s seeing and learning from Arthur, as well as the way a certain nurse speaks to him every day (specifically, she greets him good morning and good night, despite the body being unresponsive, John still hears because he is an entity linked to the body) and calls him John (they didn’t have ID on when they were found so they were classified as John Doe), changes his outlook and plans for good, and he asks Arthur to call him John; from this point on he admits he cares for Arthur, looks for his wellbeing too, and in general attempts to be a better person and to live for himself. The rest of the podcast (ongoing!!) explores Arthur & John’s relationship, struggle to survive, adventures in the eldritch… All while tackling each of their issues with themselves and each other and watching them both grow. John in specific learns to be the person he wants to be, how sometimes you’ll take a step forward and two backwards; he can be cruel and manipulative sometimes but he still tries. Personally I love his journey, it’s very realistic and you can see he is trying his best, and how he wants to be better than he was as the King In Yellow, and how much Arthur has changed him and how much he cares about him because of that; and how he’s slowly growing into being his own person :) if it ends badly ill cry so hard but!!! he’s John Doe because that’s the name he was being addressed as, and he’s made it his, and being John means he’s no longer the King and that he wants to be different, and John can fail or make mistakes but it’s part of who he is now, and that’s what matters. I am So Normal About Him

JOHN DOE (Malevolent) SWEEP

Jane Doe (Team Fortress 2) Propaganda:

Soldier’s name, Jane Doe, emphasizes the core aspects of his character. We’re given sparse, mostly comedic, details about Soldier’s past, having been rejected from every branch of the U.S. Military. Soldier represents this parody of the idea of a U.S. Soldier. He’s taken every trope to heart and blown it up, but gotten it slightly off. Hence, his name is a reference to an unidentified person, someone without a real identity, but skewed slightly to the left from just being your standard John Doe.

Rejected from every branch of the military. Used sour-cream to found a racoon sanctuary in his ex-roommate's new castle. Has lead poisoning. Him and his fiancee are like if Gomez and Morticia Addams were meathead jocks. Strips naked and douses himself in honey in order to fight things like bears and killer robots. Collects severed heads. I love him.

[burningdarkfire]

books i read in sept 2023

[these are all short + casual reviews - feel free to ask about individual ones if u want my full thoughts or ask for my goodreads!!] 

sometimes u travel somewhere where u have a relative lot of downtime + no data and u reinvent urself as a person who reads

she who became the sun (reread) + he who drowned the world - shelley parker-chan ★★★★★ (historical fantasy)

i reread swbts before tackling hwdtw and the way that this duology is so emotionally devastating! big win for readers who are fans of characters tearing the world apart in their grief and then realizing they cannot live in their new world! and the insane gender goodstuff, of course. ough. will think about this for a while

into the riverlands - nghi vo ★★★★★ (fantasy)

excellent third entry to the series that felt more fun than the other two thus far - i love playing around with myths and legendmaking

[reread] raven quest - sharon stewart ★★★★★ (adventure)

really happy to find out that this book from my childhood absolutely holds up. tightly plotted and paced and really poignant. i love animal adventures <3

the last devil to die - richard osman ★★★★★ (mystery)

no more withholding 5*s from genre fiction!! this book made me tear up for real so even though a silly murder mystery is probably never going to change my life, we have to give credit where credit is due. the most character-focused entry of the series so far and it definitely shows!

war of the foxes - ricahrd siken ★★★★☆ (poetry)

individually less interesting but collectively more coherent than crush. it's cool to have a conversation with a bit of poetry standing in a field, and I do love a good metaphor

the paper menagerie - ken liu ★★★★☆ (sci fi short stories)

great collection to go over slowly - i suspect it might have felt a bit tedious reading it front to back in a sitting. i liked how chinese a number of the stories felt. lots of ideas to chew on!

the poisonwood bible - barbara kingsolver ★★★★☆ (historical)

i just know this book went crazy in high school english class! it has themes and motifs and characters to compare and contrast! there's so much rich ground for analysis. and also treating characters like a bizarre personality test (the avenue of entertainment i chose). fantastic book to chew on and i greatly enjoyed talking to people about it

carrie - stephen king ★★★★☆ (horror)

yeah, i get the hype! this is a book that's impossible to read divorced from how deeply it's ingrained in current popular culture, but it stands up beautifully for itself. i'd love to read more analysis of it that puts in the cultural context of the 70s

hotline - dimitri nasrallah ★★★★☆ (historical)

surprisingly kind and hopeful story, definitely lovely if you want something feel-good. i really enjoyed how the occasional french was threaded into the english, it felt very montreal to me

the monstrumologist - rick yancey ★★★★☆ (historical horror)

tremendously gory and often unsettling. i found myself surprisingly attached to the characters and all the historical affectations of the book - it's not a series that i'm itching to continue but it was a good read

hark! a vagrant - kate beaton ★★★★☆ (historical humour graphic novel)

skimmed through parts of this but it was a fun read from cover to cover. always entertaining to see the origins of some very famous internet memes and there are also some hidden gems!

dead silence - s. a. barnes ★★★☆☆ (sci fi horror)

the author writes a very good spooky ship and very mediocre everything else

the word is murder + the sentence is death + a line to kill + the twist of a knife - anthony horowitz (-★★★☆☆+) (mystery)

decent murder mystery series. the author self-insert is goofy, the random homophobia is persistent, but they're quick and easy reads that go down like junk food

all that's left in the world - erik j. brown ★★★☆☆ (post-apocalyptic romance)

genre-mash that just didn't quite work for me. the tonal shifts between "fluffy gay YA romance" and "the world has ended post-apocalyptic bleakness" were jarring and the book never felt like it cohered into anything meaningful

[manonslayme]

Do u have any random manon x elide headcanons? i'm staaarving for anything u have abt them

I did not mean to go on for so long with these headcannons but I just have a lot of thoughts about these two gays

Soft bbys

Manon absolutely melts for Elide, she can go from terrifying man-eating witch to a terrifying, man-eating witch who stares at Elide like she hung the moon and stars

They judge people together, definitely hang at the back of parties (after showing everyone else up with their matching outfits) drinking wine and gossiping about annoying lords and lady’s

Elide absolutely goes for the throat when other lords say that she’s not good enough to lead Perranth, she’s not afraid to blackmail them with how horrible they actually are, and Manon loves to sit back and enjoy her wife absolutely destroy those men

Elide wanted to marry Manon for a long time before they actually got married but she didn’t want to pressure Manon into marriage in any way so she didn’t really bring it up

Manon began to notice that Elide wanted to get married when her eyes would linger over rings and other married couples

It took Manon a while but she knew that she wanted to marry Elide and she definitely panicked about planning how to ask Elide before she actually popped the question

It was able to happen without the kingdom burning down and Elide, very happily, said yes so Manon considers it a success

I like to imagine that Elide’s parents had a cabin left to her that Vernon left abandoned when he trapped her but Elide spends time after the war cleaning it up and restoring it to its former glory

She and Manon like to go to the cabin to get away sometimes when things calm down after the war, just relaxing and enjoying the peace of their new lives

Manon realizes that she actually really likes strawberries after Elide begins to plant them and use them in recipes

Manon learns to make flower crowns to surprise Elide one day and it actually surprises her how relaxing it is for her

She’ll die before she reveals that to anyone but Elide and Abraxos, who loves to steal any leftover flower crowns Manon makes

I feel like Manon has a complicated relationship with touch because of her grandmothers abuse so at first she sort of shys away from any touching

Elide is very understanding and makes sure she’s not overwhelming Manon because she’s loved her and wants her to be comfortable

Slowly but surely Manon becomes more comfortable with touching and she just becomes that one meme with the cheetah we’re it goes ‘when you realize how touch starved you actually are.’

Constantly touching and hanging on Elide because she finally is able to enjoy touches that aren't harmful and painful and Elide does not mind because she is also touch starved

Manon and Elide both tend to overwork themselves with their kingdoms and their lands and when they notice that one of them is overworking themselves they both try to make sure the other relaxes

They’re both stubborn about it, Elide more so, but Manon is not afraid to pick her up and carry her away from work and Elide will make Manon sleep even if it kills her

Elide has a kind of natural warm body temp and I feel like Manon loves to just cuddle up to her and hug her witchling when the weather begins to get cold

Elide likes to collect pretty stones and other small knickknacks and Manon always makes sure to grab her something whenever she travels

Manon gets very fluffy beadhead and Elide both adores how cute she looks and spends mornings trying not to accidentally get hair in her mouth, it gets everywhere

She does enjoy brushing and braiding Manon’s hair though, it’s very soft and beautiful

She also understands that it’s a special thing for Manon since she hasn’t let anyone else but the Thirteen touch her hair before and Elide feels very honored that Manon trusts her with her hair

They both get nightmares sometimes but they have different ways of needing comfort when they wake up

Manon usually doesn’t want to be touched (Matron physical abuse trauma) and she just needs air and a lot of open space, she often flys with Abraxos after she has nightmares to clear her head before she comes back to Elide when she’s ready for touch and comfort

Elide is the complete opposite, she needs Manon to hold her and reassure her that everything is okay and that she’s safe

During the time that her uncle is alive in his prison she had constant nightmares about him getting free and hurting Manon or her

Manon always holds her witchling close and comforts her in the best ways she can; threatening to skin Vernon alive is he gets within even fifty feet of Elide

Both of them are grumpy in the mornings, even though Manon used to waking up early, and they just grumble and shuffle around as they slowly wake up together, Elide’s arms constantly around Manon’s waist and Manon’s always holding Elide’s hand

Elide tops after she gets more experienced with sex, in this essay I will-

Elide has a bunch of freckles and Manon likes to spend mornings kissing and tracing over all of her freckles

Manon had freckles too but they tend to only stand out when it’s warm and Elide takes great joy in teasing Manon with how cute she looks with them and kissing each freckle when she can

Manon has a bunch of scars from the Matron and Elide always makes sure to kiss as many as she can when Manon begins to feel insecure about them

Not in a beautiful-insecure way, she knows she looks hot, but because she has a complex that her scars make her seem weak and like she couldn’t stop the abuse she suffered

Which is a notion the Elide refuses to let Manon have, she always makes sure that Manon knows that she is not weak and her scars only prove that she was able to survive her abuse

Manon slowly learning better coping mechanisms because Elide encourages her to start therapy with Yrene, or anyone really (I don’t know if therapy is a thing tog but it is now)

Manon and Elide link their lives together so Elide gets to be immortal too (yes I know that’s not how it works but go with me here)

In a future/next gen au I like to headcanon that Manon and Elide have one adopted daughter and 2 (used magic) bio daughters and when their daughters eventually take their places as rulers Elide and Manon permanently move to the cabin with Abraxos and spend the rest of their lives just chilling and being disgustingly in love

[berniecranes]

Not in the same format as my other two m3 ocs, which I'll probably regret later. But, hers is a lil longer which is why I think this is best. Here is a lil run down on Frances <3

This is extremely outdated. I plan on either revising this or making a new sheet.

Basic Info:

Frances Mary Allen

Born in 1933 (same age as John, but a couple months younger)

20~21 in '54

She's from LA.

Her family is upper middle class. The Allens being a lil more well off than John's. But not by too much.

Catholic, a lot more intense when being raised, but even then that was rlly just going on Sundays. As an adult she still wears cross and/or her saint, but doesn't go to Mass EVERY Sunday. She respects John's distaste for it now, and would never push him to go with her.

She went to UCLA /getting things either in line for secretary work or doing a secretary program. She is currently a secretary for job she isn't too fond of. Her boss doesn't utilize her potential and often looks down to her when she's the only reason he's a float. She takes pride in her job regardless of how much she wishes she could work someplace else

Some More on Frances:

Frances isn't shy, or a wall flower. She loves people and loves talking. John enjoys that she's so confident. She is a sweetheart though. Very friendly.

She likes going out and doing things. She loves watching plays, and her and John go to the movie theater after work, and out to dinner often. She likes dancing so yes, just very sociable. She has a gorgeous smile and is very approachable.

Frances is like utterly beautiful? I wish my art could capture it more. But like I wanted her to be a touch like more pretty than the 'average' person. Not like movie star aligned but kind of. It's one of the reasons that she caught John's eye. But anyways— kinda playing into an idea of, John picking a woman he thinks would be the best choice, she was striking, again, why he approached her in the first place. (Though, I never want it to seem like him and Frank aren't close, because they are, they worked well when they were with each other)

She isn't a push over, and can put up with some of John's shit & knows how to work with him and they do generally rather well together. But yeah, Frances is genuinely so sweet and lovely but able to carry her own.

Some Info on her Family:

Frances has an older sister (by 2 yrs), Mary Frances Allen, (get it? aha), who she is really close to. Her sister thinks Frances and John are great together, even if she doesn't like how much of a smart ass John can be. This is a relatively common feeling among her family members. Though they do worry hearing he can't disclose much of his work.

She is close to her parents, definitely close to her father. Which is something John cannot really wrap his head around. Seeing her interact with her father is kinda a weird experience for him.

Her father was a speech coach for actors. He was in business a lot especially earlier on, teaching the transatlantic accent. Though when that fizzled out, he still remained in work. Just doing things a little different.

Frank was taught """proper english""" ie. the transatlantic accent, which comes in handy for speaking clearly and appearing professional at work. (And also playing to the idea she's like 'perfect'. Movie star aligned but not, kinda what I was getting at for her appearance?)

John & Frances:

Her and John met in '54, when he's been working in the agency for nearly a year. They really hit it off, and continue to get more serious rather quickly. They dated for maybe around 2 years? I am not quite sure their timeline.

But slowly Frances began to just feel something was off. And she was kind of putting the pieces together; John may not love her the way she loves him (being as I hc John as a gay man). That's a scary realization, they were rather serious. They even brought up marriage. To have your whole world turned upside down? This is a big fight, there are tears on both sides and it's heavy, because also John feels this is kinda his last chance at being "normal". Because if there was any woman he thought he could actually settle down with, it was Frances. Regardless of how that would have hurt Frank in the long run, he wasn't thinking about that now. And to have that sort of just blow up in both of their faces was hard. And when they split, they knew they both still truly care about each other but its hard and their relationship is strained (but no resentment, just the drifted apart after the needed time away) and probably wouldn't talk again until Frances finds out he's leaving for 'Nam. Maybe even sending each other letters while he's away.

On a Lil lighter note for their relationship, John would tease her by calling her Frank rather early on. Basically since they first met. The nickname stuck, she doesn't necessarily hate it. But certainly only John can call her that. And she calls John, 'Johnny'.

Some Fun Facts I Guess? Etc Info:

She loves Fr*nk Sinatra similar to John, his favorite song is Blue Skies, whereas hers would be I've Got You Under My Skin (not in the era yet but in the 60's she'd love The S*premes)

Another more fun fact, she can handle her liquor, bc lol John is not gonna be with a girl that cannot keep up with him lol.

John can be seen randomly passing his cigarette over for her to take a drag or two, but she isn't the heaviest smoker, and rlly only smokes when she takes John's for little bit.

This is long and a but scattered not much of her story but just some stuff to kinda get a feel for her I suppose. Idk, I love Frank but I have not talked too much abt her. I though wanted to finally share something.

[likysbookshelf]

The Great Gatsby | Book Review

Title: The Great Gatsby

Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald 

Published: 1925

Genre: tragedy, Literary fiction

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 6/10

As with any book, reading The Great Gatsby in my high school English class was quite the experience. My opinions on the book have changed so many times since I started reading and even continued to develop as I wrote this review. 

From the very first chapter of the book, all of the characters including Nick are frivolous and shallow. God has abandoned Long Island, and, in his absence, a new higher power has stepped in, money. 

The power money has over the characters is present in every scene and overarching theme, it’s especially obvious towards the end of the book when we get the revelation that the magic in Daisy’s voice that captivated Gatsby and basically drove the entire plot hasn’t ever been magic at all. It is just obscene wealth topped off with a pretty face and pretty words. Daisy is just as shiny on the outside and rotten on the inside as society at the time. 

Here's where my unpopular opinions start. I went into the book expecting to like Nick because of how all you people on Tumblr wax poetic about the unspoken gay subtext between Nick and Gatsby. Yeah, Nick had a little affair with that guy whose name I forgot at the start of the book, yeah Nick idolizes Gatsby, and yeah, he does have those nice paragraphs at the end of every chapter where he breaks away from the dull apathetic narration of the rest of the book and gets super philosophical (though let’s be honest these paragraphs are more F. Scott Fitzgerald than Nick). But that doesn’t make him a good person, to me it was painfully obvious during Nick’s scenes with Jordan that he is just as shallow as the characters. Nicholier-than-thou Carraway really just further pushes the point that Gatsby’s death at the end of the book was more of a kindness than a tragedy because if he had ever realized that Daisy was not the girl he thought she was, he also would have realized that his “Old Sport” would have better suited the nickname “Overly Sanctimonious”. He is the perfect narrator for the book because rather than being hopeful and honest (as he describes himself to be) he’s actually literature’s biggest hypocrite. 

For these reasons, as I was reading, I found that the previously mentioned Jordan Baker slowly became my favorite character by miles. I’m going to have to disagree with what Daisy said at the beginning of the book it appears that the best thing a girl can be in this world is not “a beautiful little fool”, instead Jordan gets farther by using lies and vanity against the other characters to protect herself from their cruelty. She is very much as spoiled and misguided as everyone else, the thing that ended up redeeming Jordan for me in the end is that she is extremely self-aware. She might be a liar and a cheat but at least she is doing it with the knowledge that it is wrong. Nick likes to pretend that he is ‘enlightened’ and undeceived by the splendor of the roaring 20s, but by now we should all know that Nick is an unreliable narrator. So, while I can’t honestly say that any character is fully 100% disillusioned, the only character that comes close is Jordan. 

“There was Jordan beside me, who, unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to age.”

Also, if Jordan isn’t enough to disprove Daisy’s famous beautiful little fool quote; Gatsby is the biggest most beautiful fool in the whole novel and look where that gets him. 

Moving away from the topic of characters, I really loved how Fitzgerald heightens the atmosphere of the book through the weather and the seasons. The deluge during Gatsby’s first interactions gives us one of the best scenes in the boom and the movie (2013), I could almost feel the sun beating down on my skin at the climax of the book adding to the tension in ways Nick’s narration could not, and when we learn of Gatsby’s death the image my brain conjured of dying leaves that floated in the pool solidified the cold desolate feeling that permeates the last chapter or so. Shifting of setting or background elements to fit plot points or the emotions of characters is honestly one of my favorite devices both in literature and film. For this reason, the 2013 adaptation of the book landed for me. It’s impossible for any movie to capture the full essence of any book, But! I do think that Baz Luhrmann’s use of modern party music, vivid colors, and over-the-top sets. Added another layer of imagery that helped me to fully understand the original text upon re-read. 

And just in case anything in this review pointed to the contrary, I really did love and enjoy this book. it is a potent analysis of society at the time, it's beautifully written, and contains some of the most complex characters I have ever had the pleasure of reading about.

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”  ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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[denimbex1986]

Death, taxes and grief – perhaps the only universal experiences in this world. “All of Us Strangers” follows Adam, played by Andrew Scott, who is a screenwriter in his mid-40s living in London and has spent the majority of his life coming to terms with the loss of his mother and father, who died in a car crash when he was a preteen. When he visits his childhood home for the first time since the accident, he finds the ghosts of his parents, played by Claire Foy and Jamie Bell, frozen in time as they were before the tragedy.

Adam is given the chance to get to know his parents as an adult and make up for the time that he lost with them. He has a drink with his parents on the first night that he returns to the house in celebration of the impossible situation as they tell him they are proud that he is doing well for himself. At the same time in his life, Adam begins a relationship with Harry, portrayed by Paul Mescal, one of the only other tenants in his apartment building.

Rather than following a linear story, the film has a hazy feel about it that leaves some parts of the timeline up to the viewer’s interpretation. It is almost as if you are experiencing it as a dream rather than in a movie theater. The soft angles, bright colors and creative overhead shots contribute to this feeling. The movie draws on feelings of nostalgia, and, along with the music and costumes used, director Andrew Haigh accomplishes this by using his own childhood home as a prop, using it to shoot Adam’s scenes with his parents.

Scott and Mescal have exciting chemistry, and their characters serve as foils for each other. Adam is reserved and quiet and carries trauma from experiencing the AIDS crisis as a child who was just discovering that he was gay at the time. Harry, on the other hand, is an outgoing, physically affectionate younger man who, despite his unreserved exterior, grapples with feeling like an outsider in his family due to his sexuality. As Adam gets the closure with his parents that he’s been craving for decades, he’s slowly able to open himself up to a real relationship with Harry. And by finally experiencing love in one form, he is able to accept it in another.

While Adam and Harry’s relationship has been the movie’s selling point, the story of familial love takes center stage. The idea of a 46-year-old man reverting to his childhood self when he’s around his parents for the first time in years may sound strange, but the vulnerability and pensiveness that Scott brings to the role sells it and makes scenes, like decorating a Christmas tree with his parents and breaking down while talking to his dad, seem not only appropriate but also necessary.

Adam’s mother and father are parents of a past time. They struggle to make sense of their son’s life but do their best to understand. When Adam tells his mom that he’s gay, she responds negatively, citing the societal discrimination that she assumes he faces and the AIDS crisis that she does not realize is now under control. Adam reassures her that he lives in a more accepting world than the one she knew, but the struggles that still come with being gay are alluded to. This scene may hit home for a lot of queer people; while parents don’t always mean harm, they may respond with the viewpoints they formed when they were young, and I felt a familiar pang in my chest as I watched this scene in the theater. How many of us heard a similar version of Adam’s mom worriedly responding with, “They say it’s a very lonely kind of life,” after he comes out to her?

At its core, “All of Us Strangers” is a testament to love’s ability and will to transcend even death. The heartbreaking beauty of the film will shatter viewers in a strange way that almost feels comforting. It just punched you in the gut, but then gets you an ice pack and tells you to lay down for a bit, leaving the taste of bittersweet catharsis in your mouth.'

[f4nd0m-fun]

I was a little dpresso yesterday and forgot to respond but I love your brain!

As for their forms, I feel like, if you look at them at just the right angle, you can see their Death, that moment frozen in time when they lost their time, and when their Time lost them. They're back now, but it's far from perfect, and that's okay. Sometimes, they might be bleeding, that's okay, it's just Living Memory. But if it's Green instead of Red then worry, for whoever hurt them has Power greater than you can fathom.

I haven't seen a ship name for Bruce and Vlad but I did find one for Alfred and Maddie - the cats not the humans. Kinda cute and we can have both. As for AU name... I guess 'Panicked Fruitcake'? Cause Frootloop but also Fruity/Fruitcake jokes about gay people? Honestly, that could be their ship name too. 😂

Yeah Bruce is gonna love that, and his parents (I'm counting Alfred in that) are gonna make sure it has Realms Culture too not just human.

Yes! Yes yes yes! Oh gods. He can feel when they're scared and when they're trying to ask for love and when they just want a bit of distance, but also the more muddled feelings where no one is sure what they're feeling or what they want. And, as they awaken, they start to feel one another as well, even if not as strongly as Bruce can.

Yeah. I just love the idea that they've always been the Dark Academia Goth kinda love birds, not that different from Morticia and Gomez if you squint. Also, I feel like, even back as Martha and Thomas, she tended to attract curses, and Thomas tended to gently weave them off of her to put in his collection. Even today, he wonders if he missed one, and is so relieved his son survived, even though it was a horrific thing for the kid to go through. Maybe that's part of why Gotham gives him curses, even if her memories aren't perfect after all these years and decades, even some centuries, she remembers him as a kind man who would always help her with the curses, maybe that's how they even met in the first place. So of course she takes what she can carry. And yeah, it's definitely been a while in the Realms, but Clockwork knew that if Gotham was gone too long from the city things wouldn't turn out that well so he finagled.

(that came out in a creepy prophecy voice for some reason. 😂😅)

But yeah, they're back, people know they're back, but it's also known that even though they're back they're not Back, there's something Wrong about them, but, hey, Gotham has probably had weirder, right?

Also, Pariah is entirely in Dad Mode now that he's back, though that doesn't mean he can't flirt like a younger man again with Gotham and Clockwork. I feel like Bruce takes after him though, he's the easiest of the three to fluster when they're flirting with each other, and Alfred's flirts and innuendos are so vague and cryptic that not even the kids who (accidentally) overhear realize anything, but Pariah? Full green blush, Gotham is the hardest one to fluster though.

Anyway, I can imagine Alfred very very slowly letting it more of his ghostly traits, never fully but enough that people notice the Vibes changing around the manor, but usually attribute it to the return of Thomas and Martha I'm sure. Unless they know certain things very well. IE, Diana. Not only does Bruce feel like a quarter mortal godling now but she can feel the power of a couple greater than Hades himself. And she can also feel that he's Kronos-touched, but not the Kronos she knows. (Bruce thinks he's just a demigod at most, but, even though Martha was technically Human at the moment, time shenanigans and Time himself say otherwise).

Oh definitely, maybe he can even change his height at will because Ectoplasm is Malleable, he just can't change it enough to be entirely human height because of the fact he's got too much power and ecto for that. And yeah. He'll hold his partners close too if he's the one having a panic, or try and grab the entire family if it's Bruce because Bruce inherited his Family obsession, and especially the Protection one as well.

Yeah. Alfred just sipping tea over in the corner ignoring any questions that he doesn't feel need answers, such as, why all this and why now? "That's unimportant young masters, now why don't you join us for dinner now that you're home?" Also, Vlad is still reeling over the butler being Clockwork, and Bruce's Parents being the guy he let out while they were both a little looser in the head and then the embodiment of this city itself, Danny might become the embodiment of Amity after full death depending on how things go but Amity might decide to make someone else its Core. Anyway, Alfred being able to See has the best gossip, and Gotham likes to talk about the curse collection. Do you think they ever let themselves be a bit young in action though? Just, acting like young adults instead of the ancient beings they are at this point. If so, now I'm imagining the kids seeing Alfred in Full Tomfoolery Mode and going 😲🤯

Also, he knows the jokes and calls Vlad 'Master Masters' for the longest time, and Vlad can't do anything about it. 🤣

I mean it probably would a bit. First to help calm Danny if possible and then to match with his new partner. Definitely less cartoon-vampire then before.

As for Bruce, Batman started to look a bit vampiric and, considering ghosts feed on Ecto, I can imagine him, during those early times especially, getting an ecto craving, not knowing exactly what it was, accidentally honing in on a duplicate, and then oops! So people are torn between 'he's cranky because he's a vampire now' or 'he's cranky because someone hurt his kid' and some people probably try to combine the rumors. Only a few people seem to think he's pregnant, namely Harley and Dinah for the most part. Since he's more of a godling than a proper halfa he probably doesn't have two forms, not exactly, but think of it as a slider. On a good day he can control the slider pretty well, adjust how he portrays and whatnot, though not all of it is something he can control. But on a bad day, on a stressed day, something breaks the camel, the fangs and claws come out, the eyes go either pure white or pure black, and it takes all his willpower pretty much to not just drop into the shadows because HE'S HAD ENOUGH TODAY.

Also, speaking of shadows, if the kids aren't responding to him enough, he can and will drag them through the shadow realm, though he does try to be careful about it. Or, sometimes, he'll just drape the shadows on them like a blanket, give them weight and comfort like his cape. Also, he found out the hard way he can't really be shot, which now he's scared because he can't jump in front of his kids? (His body keeps instinctually going intangible when a fatal thingy is going towards him, he doesn't realize his Protection Obsession will override that if he's in front of the kids).

Also, imagine being a goon, and you see Batman, and you just start firing. The bullets go right through but he also disappears so now you think you eye hallucinatin and the boss won't like those wasted bullets. But then... nothing. You're dragged into the epitome of darkness enough, no light, no sound, no smell, all you can feel is nothing, until a strike lands. You're scared but you're trying to tell yourself you're just having a very vivid dream while on guard and you need to wake up now!

Meanwhile, Bruce is using his shadows to knock people out without alerting anyone major, he's even more Stealth now, and while he doesn't need need the shadows his dad insisted he practice but it makes him even more Stealth and Speed, the faster he can finish this the faster he can get back to his babies!

I love how they just... stopped a fight. They'd definitely do the same for Bruce if something happened. And Alfred, after a bit of time for Bruce to get used to the core, starts cooking foods with Ecto. He didn't intend for some of the kids to get into it, no siree, I'm a better butler than that, but it's certainly been helping their health. Tim, who only looked like he'd been awake for 72 hours 9 times out of 10 (there's still that chance he actually was awake) is suddenly asking Alfred for 'that new spice you added' for his drinks, and now he's looking so much healthier and actually sleeping? Why that's good news Master Bruce. Or Damien. Sure ghosts fight to make friends but even then he's really grumpy, wouldn't you be cranky if you were hungry too though? Jason gets care as well, at least until the Joker gets him and now Vlad is incubating a core as well because Jason is fire and it wouldn't be safe for Danny to twin a Fire Core, and Darkness is Cold and, well, Dark but fire is Warm and Bright, so that probably wouldn't work anyway.

Of course, if Alfred had tried this before the liminal reveal, well he'd rather not mess up the timeline, Daniel does that enough as is.

If Constantine is at the meeting he's just 'Bloody hell, is that why I feel the power of two ancients?' and try to skedaddle without answering any questions. I wonder if he'd think possession though and try something...

Oh gods yes. He's just all confused. When he first heard it while listening to Bruce's heart he assumed it was tech, it wasn't until he actually gets a look at him that he realizes and just... yeah he blurts. Basically asking if Bruce needs medical care, what is that, etcetera. Bruce, not intentionally, just puts his arms over his chest, trying not to look overly protective because yeah the kids in his chest, which that's weird to think, and him have kinda imprinted on each other.

Also, I think MM would be able to read the surface of the feelings since it's like 2 degrees away from telepathy, just emotions instead of thoughts. So he can tell when the second core starts giving Bruce Vibes and Emotions and he can tell when Bruce responds, but he can't read the intricacies of what emotions are what, just that there's multiple and a very very generic vibe of surprise sadness happiness boredom fear anger etcetera. Now I'm imagining him prodding gently and Danny manages to psuedo latch on. Essentially, the psychic equivalent of a baby holding your finger because it can.

Bruce would also ignore questions, except from some of his closer friends anyway ("no Alfred they're just acquaintances", "sure they are Master Bruce"). Even then he'd wait until the meeting was over and they were alone. Also, imagine JLD being like 'so a tyrannical ancient showed up but the world is still intact, we can feel Clockwork/Kronos is awake or at least part of him, and we're pretty sure Batman is somehow in the middle of this'. They're just gonna draw lots and pray it isn't them, unless their scouting makes them think there's a huge threat there. I almost feel bad for them.

Honestly, what if the explosion caused by Danny was prevented, but his family was inside and the GIW attacked and hit the sauce stuff or something. Ellie was inside too, they thought a location that isn't hyper outfitted with weapons would make her more comfortable to the idea of joining the family because Okay!Fenton-Parents (not good or great but they try). She was still unstable, and they were planning to help her, but the explosion just entirely shattered her. (Maybe Vlad and Danny are more scared of Condiment King than the other rogues because of that.)

YES. Pariah saw the pain this version of him was in and almost begged Alfred to help, to which Alfred said "he's been taken care of for a long time", and reveals the Fright Knight thing. Basically just a tiny piece of Pariah. Which, similar to a Horcrux but not, is also why the throne can't be taken in combat. The ancients or even observants around have likely gone into even more power if there was only Pariah, but Clockwork has been dealing the cards for eons.

Meme Prompt 2

Thinkin of feral halfa Jason again. No surprise there.

[mariposajulie]

jatp characters as wattpad comments pt 3

extra [this one isn’t accurate i just thought i’d be funny please don’t hate me]

[sokkastyles]

You know, I've seen a lot of claims that Katara as a character has practically no growth. According to these people: "She certainly grows as a waterbender, but not as a person. At the beginning of the series, she behaves like the mom of the group who commands everyone, and at the end of the series, she behaves exactly the same. Nothing changes in it anymore. Even her rebellion against the sexism of the north seems to be a trait that she originally had. We are all watching Zuko, Aang, Sokka and Toph grow, while Katara is just needed as support for the heroes." I know that you often write detailed analyses on characters, but what do you think about Katara's growth?

There's a lot here I disagree with, but I love this ask for the opportunity to talk about Katara's growth, because I have been wanting to talk about this and I do see a lot of those claims and they grossly undersell Katara's character development.

First, "we see her grow as a waterbender, not as a person." I disagree with this because her growth as a waterbender is connected to her growth as a person. One of her big internal conflicts is being the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe and what that means to her. She grew up never knowing other benders and having to learn and struggle with it on her own, and thus developed a strong desire to prove herself. This is part of her arc that runs throughout the entire series, it doesn't just end when she proves herself to Pakku. Her fight against sexism is definitely connected to this, but it's not JUST a fight against sexism. Katara calling Sokka sexist was related to how isolated she felt, as a bender, as the only girl in her family, as a girl who grew up without a mother and with so much on her shoulders and the pressure of carrying her slowly eroding culture in a way that even her fellow tribesman didn't fully respect because she was the only one. Her bending is a metaphor for the slow cultural genocide the Water Tribe is experiencing, but it's also a metaphor for sexism itself, how she is isolated from her heritage both by outside forces and forces within the Tribe. That was also why fighting Pakku meant so much to her, and one of my favorite moments is when Sokka says she can't win and she says she knows, but doesn't care. Because that's who Katara is. She's fighting and fighting and even when she knows she's fighting a losing battle, she keeps fighting.

Part of her arc throughout the show was realizing she didn't have to do all this alone. It's not that she has to stop fighting or stop being motherly or stop worrying about everyone else, but she's able to find balance in her life that makes her more healthy mentally, in part by learning to care for her own needs a bit and NOT backing down (even when other characters tell her she's wrong) but also learning that other people relying on her is not necessarily a bad thing. Sokka sees her as a mother figure because he loves her. That's one of the big takeaways from "The Runaway." She's learning to let loose and care for herself a little, but she's also learning to use that drive she has to care for others as a positive force rather than a draining one, with the support of the people around her who care about her.

I've been thinking about this a lot because I saw a post about saying Katara was "straight and neurotypical and loved by her community" but somehow is so similar to Zuko, who the author headcanoned as gay and neurodivergent, and while headcanons are fine, I think it's really weird to say that about Katara because the things that people often interpret as metaphors for being lgbtq or being disabled in Zuko's story are ALSO present in Katara's, just in a different way. And the way that gnc or neurodivergent girls present is actually often similar to Kafara, because girls are taught to mask, girls are taught to embrace traditional femininity, and in a girl who is disabled or queer this can be a huge source of internal frustration and conflict, and leads to the same kind of struggle that Katara faces with fighting against herself and her unique abilities, what the war did to her culture and her family, and how she feels responsible for carrying all that on her shoulders at age fourteen. Katara starts out the story with a strong sense of the way the world should be but little means of enacting change, but throughout the story she is able to empower herself and use that to empower others.

Her triumph at the end of the story is learning to accept herself, flaws and all, while beating Azula, her foil on so many levels, into the dirt by choosing to love herself and her friends and the world and to not stop even though the world is imperfect.

[whaleofatjme1920]

Take two of asking for some gay panic with the ladies, any ladies, all the ladies! Scenario preferably~

Afternoons in the Proxy Commons and Spirit Halloween

[Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Clockwork, Kate the Chaser X F!Reader]

[Warnings: none]

[AN: I really want to go to a Spirit Halloween, sigh]

It’s not often that you’re able to spend time in Slender manor. In fact, the place isn’t even really your domain to begin with. You come here every now and then to help with festivities the Slender Man deems necessary for “morale”. This upcoming festivity? Halloween.

Your pseudo boss, the Slender Man, told you to head to the store and get some decorations which was ludacris in itself. He’s an almighty, powerful being and he needs you to go to Spirit Halloween when he hosts a manor full of murderers from all over the country daily?

The answer is apparently yes.

“You may take the ladies with you,” The Slender Man waves off. “They are not doing anything this afternoon.”

You drop your shoulders, knowing that it’s useless to even consider going against his word. “And we’re going to pay for this with what?”

The Slender Man makes noise of amusement before one of his long tendrils opens up a drawer to his left, opening it and producing a - a credit card? He hums quietly and lowers it down to you, depositing the plastic into your hands.

“A debit card? Really?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Where did you even get this?”

“None of your concern.” The Slender Man’s tendril finds its way to your back before turning you towards his office door, pushing you towards it. “The ladies are in the proxy commons.”

You glance over your shoulder at him before nodding, a slight grin on your lips at his general annoyance of you before pushing the big doors open. You mentally begin to think over the way to the proxy commons, the mansion bending its hallways to your destination. The halls here always smell of jasmine.

When you reopen your eyes after zoning out for a moment or two, you realize that you’re standing in front of the arch of the proxy commons. It’s actually relatively empty save for a table full of ladies you’ve only ever met a handful of times. You take in a small breath, almost hyping yourself and your confidence up before stepping in. Soft rays of sunlight pass over your skin as you walk into the well lit room and listen to the gentle hum of passing conversation.

There, sitting at a round table are four of the most influential women in your society. Jane the Killer, beauty in black. Clockwork, timeless in every sense. Kate the Chaser, a subtle treasure. Nina the Killer, devotion like none other.

They’re smiling and laughing, enjoying the afternoon with each other when Nina finally pipes up and notices you. Her eyes widen for a moment before her lips curl up into a beaming smile. “Oh, you’re finally here!” She exclaimed, hopping out of her seat. “He told us to expect you.”

Nina’s hands are cold as she wraps her arms around you, but you welcome her touch all the same. “He did?”

Kate nods, a small hum coming from her throat as she sips at her tea. “Mhm. Already got a car waiting in Rosswood’s parking lot.”

“Ready to go when you are,” Natalie pipes in as she drinks the rest of her beverage.

“Might as well uh, leave now,” you say as you catch Jane’s warm smile, voice faltering for just a moment.

The ladies nod and begin to get up, Nina linking her arm with yours before she begins to drag you towards the mansion’s entrance.

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“He couldn’t just use his infinite power and use his own halloween decorations?” Natalie says as she shoves her hands in her pockets, looking up at the reasonably crowded Spirit Halloween.

Kate shrugs and locks the car before plopping the keys into her hoodie’s pocket. “He likes to keep us on our toes, I guess,” she chuckles, nodding for the group to follow her.

Jane matches pace with you and Nina (who has refused to unlink arms with you the entire time she’s been in your presence), before resting her head on your shoulder. “I wanna check out the costumes,” she says, nuzzling into you.

You smile and nuzzle her back, softly melting into her touch as you do so. “Me too.”

“I want to see the decorations,” Nina beams. “I’m thinking we go full Halloween party this year, screw the upper class!” She exclaims, now dragging you and Jane at full speed.

The notion brings a laugh from Natalie as she opens the front door, letting everyone else inside before her. “Don’t get too carried away,” she says. “We’re here to Reader can to a job,” she grins.

“It’s not like we have to make it boring,” Nina pouts.

“I’d also love to see what costumes Reader looks best in,” Jane muses. “Maybe a little bunny?” She jokes, index finger tapping your nose and making you giggle as you scrunch your nose up in response.

“What about a kitty?” Kate suggests as she glances down one of the aisles. “I think that would be purr-fect for her.” Kate grins slightly and holds her hand out to you, watching as you unlink your arm from Nina’s to travel down to the lawn decorations.

You chuckle as Kate warmly holds you while glancing at all the lawn decorations. There’s clowns, slashers, things that you’d genuinely love to have on Slender Man’s front lawn! However, you know that he’d be put off by the “tackiness”.

You turn your head to the side and that’s when you see it - a giant, poorly made Slender Man that wiggles its arms and barely lunges at whoever is viewing it. “Oh my gods,” you say, suddenly letting go of Kate’s hand and stalking towards the ungodly thing like a moth to moonlight.

Kate raises a brow and looks over her shoulder to finally see what you’re looking at, and a laugh escapes her throat. “Oh my gods, guys, look-” she says as she begins to walk over and join you, hands in her pockets.

Natalie, who had been busy talking shit at the poor Pennywise animatronic, was suddenly pulled over by Jane to see the Slender Man reject. She grins and links arms with Jane and Nina, laughter escaping their lips as the thing lunges weakly at you. “He’s so ugly,” she snorts.

“He’s always ugly,” Nina giggles as she looks upwards at the tall prop.

“Yeah,” Natalie adds on, “how dare he exist in the same space as Reader, right?”

Laughter rings out from the group as their eyes slowly move over to you.

“Beauty and the Beast situation,” Kate continues as she slings her arm over your shoulders.

“She’s gotta kiss him to make him pretty?” Nina chuckles as she pokes the animatronic’s spindly arms. “Ooooo, maybe if Reader kissed me I’d become pretty?”

You make a sound of surprise and feel heat rush to your cheeks. “What? You’re already pretty!”

“Think I might need a kiss too,” Natalie hums.

“Same here,” Jane grins.

Kate hums and presses her lips to the crown of your head. “Me too.” You laugh and shake your head before reaching into your back pocket for the list of things you need. “Ladies, we’re here on a mission!” You exclaim in a slightly flustered tone.

“We know,” Jane hums, her fingers gently playing with your loose strands of hair. “But how often do we get to hang out with you?”

“Right,” Natalie nods. “Might as well have some fun with it,” she teases in a joking tone, her hand grabbing yours.

You watch with wide eyes as the clock eyed woman raises it to her lips, gently planting a kiss on the back of it. Heat erupts over your face once more. Your heart is thumping wildly in your chest.

Nina pouts. “No fair!” She stomps her boot onto the linoleum tile. “I was gonna do that to Reader!”

Kate laughs and sways you in her arms. “Reader does have another hand.”

You sigh playfully and relent, watching as the clad in purple woman bounds up to you.

Gonna be a busy shopping trip, huh?

[sagehqs]

Happy to hear their suggestion was welcomed, they carried on, "shit, I'd love to learn to throw. It's a big art in Appalachia, too -- I was just never close enough to any classes, or they were stupid expensive to attend." Having many different interests, they didn't know if they would be any good at it, but trying it looked like a lot of fun. It also seemed a bit spiritual in a way -- not that she was sure how her friend felt about that, they just kept that thought tucked away for the potential experience. As she listened to them speak on their previous relationship and healthy attachment, she just nodded, a little concern coming across at just how healthily it was actually being handled. That would be a question for another time. Instead, she hummed quietly and gave a pout. "It sounds extra hard with a furbaby involved. I couldn't imagine not having shared custody or something, but I guess those are the risks of letting a person in, getting close to them, and whatever extra lives that might contain." It was almost as if they had a real knack for finding the flipside to nearly anything and everything. Managing to remind herself of her whole Owen situation, she sighed softly and shook the thought away as quickly as it came. Instead, she focused on Ayanna's words, "Oh! I thought you were just lettin' a whole-ass stranger pierce your ears with no qualifications. I was shook!" As she listened, she let her eyes widen and herself let free a giggle. "Ohhhhhh, you think he's cute." She gasped, gave a dramatic groan, and laid back in the grass, "Eye candy?! C'mon. What's wrong with exploring your mess with someone else?" Romantics running through her mind, she huffed, "Not even a little bit of fun? I, if you're asking me -- and I know you're not -- think you should have a little fun."

"Oh, being a vampire would be so dope, let's be real, yes." Sage replied amusedly, fully enjoying Ayanna's response. "Uhm, kinda, yeah! L-O-L," they spelled the acronym accompanied with a giggle. "It's so badass. There's such an appeal to being a vampire and I'm just like... do people realize they're saying there's an appeal to being gay? It's perfect." Appreciating the way they just understood, she gave a lazy grin, "It would have been so fun to have a class with you in college or something. I think we would have made such an interesting dynamic in a classroom." It would have been fun to give a professor hell with them, but they were happy they had gotten to know them in the short time they'd been in Denver. Eyes tracing clouds in the sky, sage's face flushed a deep rouge. "I-I had originally thought it was so small, but now it's just fully fuckin' fleshed out and I'm dying." The barrage of questions only kept their face heated, hands snapping up to cover her in protection from more feelings. "K-Kissed? Oh my god. I-I... ah. I don't wanna fuck anything up and if I do literally anything else, I feel like it's all gonna crumble." Biting on their lip, they slowly peeked from behind their hands, quiet as they spoke. "I uhm, he's a nurse and comes into the library all the time -- Do y'know Owen, by chance?" Even saying his name made her stomach flip, a surge of excitement at his preoccupation in her brain.

the offer made their heart feel entirely too big for their chest, feeling cared for in a way they hadn't in a while. "yeah," their eyes darted quickly between the blade of grass and the pair of green orbs watching them. "that sounds really nice actually. i don't know what i'll make but i'm sure together we can think of something. it's always helpful to have an extra pair of hands in the studio." the vulnerability they'd managed to achieve in their friendship made ayanna feel a little bit too big for their own skin. it wasn't often that they let others in, but when they did they found it impossible to mask the platonic intimacy they craved. "no and i think i'm starting to make peace with it, healthy detachment, y'know?" the concept had never been their specialty, preferring good ol' avoidance over the former. moving was supposed to be the turn of a new leaf for them, though. even if it didn't happen overnight, they were sure they'd master the art of it eventually. "i would say it's also been about a year? we didn't end on the best terms, so we stopped talking pretty soon after we officially ended things. sometimes when i ask to see waffles she'll say something snarky, but i don't really consider that talking, so." she shrugged, happy to move on to the lighter bit of their conversation, nerves settling just a bit only to transform into new ones. "they do look really good! and they better, he's a piercer by profession so i would be a little concerned if they didn't, even if i got them done drunk and in his bathroom." they laughed at themselves as they said it, nerves making their way to her cheeks in a flush at the question. they did their best to hide it, brows furrowing and a small scoff falling from her parted lips. "noooo," they dragged, huffing at themselves and sitting up to face sage. "okay, who am i kidding. yes, he's really cute but he's also really cool and i'm really a mess so i think it's better to leave it at eye candy and call it that."

watching the way she lit up while talking about the lore, ayanna listened intently, sure not to miss any bits that might be important. knowing themselves, they knew they'd have lots of questions. "okay, yeah, that makes sense. i think it would be cool to be turned into a vampire but that's completely not the point of what you're saying," she laughed. "so what exactly do vampires represent in the sociopolitical scheme of things? are you saying that vampires are actually just gay people that drink blood? because i know this is gonna sound wild but that only strengthens my reasonings for it being cool to be turned into one. gay and i get to live forever? sign me up!" it was a rudimentary version of what sage had been trying to convey, but it was the best they could do themselves without doing research of their own. next time they went to the library, they knew what they'd be checking out. her ears perked up at her mention of butterflies, lips widening into a bright smile. "crushes are always little until you realize they're there. little bitches like that," she chuckled, finally dropping the now crushed blade of grass she'd been fiddling with. "what are you gonna do about it? i'm guessing you haven't told them yet, since you were asking, but are you gonna? actually, let's back it up a few steps. who is it? tell me everything, i want all the details. where did you meet, how did you meet, have you kissed?"

[jane-john-doe-tournament]

John Doe (Malevolent) Propaganda:

Spooky gay eldritch disaster (am I doing this right?)

Could have chosen any name for himself and picked John because a kind person called him that :)

fractured piece of an eldritch god that shares a body with a private eye after being fractured. chooses the name John Doe after said private eye goes into a coma

Because he's an eldritch god who wants to feel human and who overcame a lot of obstacles and dangers!!! He sincerely cares about the main character!!! And he chose a name himself! Isn't he cute??? He lost his body, he almost lost his memory, he fought for his right to exist, he loves animals, he loves his friend Arthur and I love him!

Being an ass, friendship, spooky supernatural stuff, he’s got it all

My man heard the name John Doe, realized he didn’t actually have a name, and just. Took it for himself.

I LOVE HIM. MY SON. HE'S TRYING TO CHANGE AND BE BETTER AND :(((( He's a fragment of the soul of the King in Yellow (god of trickery and suffering iirc??) that gets trapped in a book in our realm while the rest of the King stayed in his own separate realm. When a human named Arthur Lester opens the book they get linked and John gains control of Arthur's eyes & kills his partner (oops!). They proceed to go on a quest to find a way of separating them because neither likes the situation, and at first John (or The Entity, which is what he's called at first) just wants to trick and use Arthur, and control his entire body (through the first season he also gets a hand & a foot) even though he doesn't remember being The King In Yellow at the time, but Arthur makes him change and become more human. His turning point is when Arthur is shot and falls into a coma for a month. They get treated at a hospital and while John waits for Arthur to wake up so they can carry on, the body itself still gets taken care of. The time John spends alone, contemplating on humanity & everything he's seeing and learning from Arthur, as well as the way a certain nurse speaks to him every day (specifically, she greets him good morning and good night, despite the body being unresponsive, John still hears because he is an entity linked to the body) and calls him John (they didn't have ID on when they were found so they were classified as John Doe), changes his outlook and plans for good, and he asks Arthur to call him John; from this point on he admits he cares for Arthur, looks for his wellbeing too, and in general attempts to be a better person and to live for himself. The rest of the podcast (ongoing!!) explores Arthur & John's relationship, struggle to survive, adventures in the eldritch… All while tackling each of their issues with themselves and each other and watching them both grow. John in specific learns to be the person he wants to be, how sometimes you'll take a step forward and two backwards; he can be cruel and manipulative sometimes but he still tries. Personally I love his journey, it's very realistic and you can see he is trying his best, and how he wants to be better than he was as the King In Yellow, and how much Arthur has changed him and how much he cares about him because of that; and how he's slowly growing into being his own person :) if it ends badly ill cry so hard but!!! he's John Doe because that's the name he was being addressed as, and he's made it his, and being John means he's no longer the King and that he wants to be different, and John can fail or make mistakes but it's part of who he is now, and that's what matters. I am So Normal About Him

JOHN DOE (Malevolent) SWEEP

John Doe (Ace Attorney) Propaganda:

technically John Doe is the fake name he uses to hide his identity as an assassin but uh, that's still the name he goes by. its because his real surname is literally "de killer" so.

His real name is Shelly de Killer, but he uses the pseudonym John Doe. Does that still count?