#and offers a different perspective to things

[daryldove]

Distraction

daryl x gn!reader

summary: you keep daryl company daryl while he recovers in the farm house

“cut it out,” you giggle, squirming under daryl's hand as he jabs your side playfully. after offering to take the injured hunter some dinner, you manage to convince him to let you stay and keep him company, something he'll deny enjoying if anyone asks. truthfully, you two had become rather close after everything. although from his perspective, not by choice. “You're supposed to be resting, mister,” you scold him with a smirk as you adjust your position against the headboard.

“can't when ya botherin’ me.” you gasp dramatically at his sarcastic comeback. daryl is incredibly charming, even when he didn't mean to be. it's one of the things you quite admire about him, as well as his sarcastic humour, something the others didn't get to witness to the extent you did. you're not even completely sure if they knew it existed. but he knew how to make you laugh, and he seemed to enjoy it.

“is that what this is now? and here I thought you loved my company, dixon.” that earns you a scoff in response. “admit it,” you continue with a proud tone, “im your favourite in the group.” he doesn't respond right away, forcing you to turn your attention from staring ahead to check on him. the sudden, unexpectedly soft look in his eye has you momentarily speechless.

“what?” you internally thank any god out there that your voice doesn't crack in that moment. gaze flicking over his dirty face, you can't help admire how oddly adorable he looks bundled up under sheets and wrapped in bandages. you feel your heart clench. eventually, daryl shrugs it away with a grunt, shutting himself back off. it's something he does often. you can practically see the thought piling up in his mind, but he always holds back. it stirs an unaccustomed feeling in your gut. complicated.

something feels different this time. maybe because for the first time since you met him, you feel safe. vulnerable. he's lying injured before you, both protected by four walls. it feels wrong to take advantage of this moment to open him up, but maybe that's what it'll take. “are your stitches bothering you?” his hand stops yours from reaching out to touch the bandage around his head, freezing you in place. his hand is rough and warm around yours, short circuiting your mind for a split second. you don't pull away, despite him probably expecting you to. instead, you lean closer towards him.

daryl's eyes flick between yours, as if answers to his curiousity reflects in them. you want to tease him, say something out of pocket that will turn him speechless. instead, you move your hand to rest against his cheek. he practically flinches as you cup his face, reacting like he's undeserving of the softness of your touch. but it doesn't appear unwanted. never.

“how are you feeling?” you ask with a light voice. it's not about his injuries, and he seems to pick up on that. he nods slightly and clears his throat before answering. “good… fine.” your smile grows at his shyness.

“that so?” finally, you let yourself be playful, reassured that he won't be so easily scared off. his gaze is intense and unwavering, and you find yourself unable to resist anymore. leaning down until your lips are barely inches apart, you give him just enough time to pull away. part of you expects him to, like the wall you spent all this time breaking down will be pitched back up in seconds. but he doesn't, nor does he shout and fling himself off the bed to avoid you like your anxiety is convinced he would. so you finally press your lips against his.

daryl's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief while yours subconsciously flutter shut. kissing him feels exactly like you imagined. you can feel your cheeks heating up once you finally pull away, a nervous giggle escaping you at how dazed he looks.

“what?” a smile creeps onto your lips as you question him again. you can practically see daryl's mind spinning as he speechlessly stares up back at you. there's an unreadable look in his eye as seconds pass. unable to help it, your eyes fall to his lips. this time, it's him who pulls you in with a large hand on your neck. his boldness pulls a surprised moan that he swallows.

“guess i am a good distraction,” you whisper after eventually pulling away, scoring a rare, soft chuckle from the hunter.

“guess so.”

[pomegranatelifethis]

platonic batfam x omega!reader

*English is not my native language*

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Beginning:

Once born into a poor family and suffering abuse from a young age, a child was eventually thrown out of their home. Life had always offered nothing but hardship and pain. However, one day, by a twist of fate, the attention of Bruce Wayne was caught. As someone who had fought crime for years in Gotham, Bruce decided to adopt the young child. But life in Bruce's home was about to change dramatically.

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Bruce and Alfred:

Though Bruce, an alpha, was deeply caring and cautious with Omega!Reader, he made sure to provide a safe and loving home for them. Adopting the child was not an easy decision for him, but when he saw the deep emotional scars and trauma in Reader’s past, he quickly decided to offer them a secure home. Alfred, a beta, had a very different perspective but was equally kind and compassionate, doing everything in his power to welcome Reader with open arms.

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Damian, Dick, Tim, Jason:

Bruce's adopted sons, alphas who made up his family, were initially somewhat distant but gradually warmed up to Reader as time went by.

Damian, at first, was cold and distant. However, when he realized Reader was starting to trust him, he slowly began to form a bond. As an alpha, he felt the urge to protect and guide Reader, though his feelings were complicated due to his past.

Dick was much warmer and more engaged with Reader. He was the first to try and understand Reader's emotional wounds and offer protection. His natural compassion helped melt Reader's heart over time.

Tim, initially more reserved, approached Reader with a logical, thoughtful perspective. As a smart and calculated individual, he tried to understand Reader first, and over time, realized his emotional attachment, driven by a protective instinct.

Jason, perhaps the most unexpectedly affected by Reader, displayed a tough exterior but felt a strong urge to protect them. Due to his rough past and alpha nature, Jason initially struggled with his emotions but eventually accepted his growing feelings and the responsibility to protect them.

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Alpha and Omega Dynamics:

The dynamics of the alphas and Reader being an omega play a significant role in the story. As Reader gradually gets closer to them, they learn different things from each of the alphas in the house. Over time, the protective instincts of the alphas towards them create a safe space for Reader, who had never experienced such security. However, despite the alphas’ support, Reader still struggles with the emotional scars of their past. Each alpha tries their best to offer support, and eventually, Reader begins to heal emotionally.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

I really think Gale needs to know that he is competent and good at things even without his magic/ without doing his magic.

Gale× woman girlfriend tav where they have soft sex and Gale want to enhance the experience with his magic, but reader shows him that he doesn't need to.

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When Tav told him that she loved him back, he thought his chest might explode from just pure excitement & relief. Not the orb.

He had been fairly certain that Tav felt the same as him. Mentally reviewed all their moments together. Stolen glances. That moment in the Weave that still seemed to linger on his fingertips even now. But one was never sure of these things until they happened. And given how his last ‘grand gesture’ had ended, Gale was nervous that this would be another defeat as well. Yet to be accepted, to be loved in return by someone he respected & admired again, Gale could die a happy man. Should the right moment Elminster spoke of was to come.

For now, however, he wanted to focus on the now. He wanted it to be perfect. A vision, just like Tav was to him. To show her how deep his affection was for her, even with their short time together. He had it all planned. To show her his home. To show him where he found the most peace and solace when not at her side. Then to make love in the way of the gods by a perfect mending of souls & mind. It would be perfect.

Yet when he told Tav of his plan, she denied him. Saying that she didn’t want illusions, just him.

“Are you sure?” Gale was caught off guard by her response. Expecting that, when offered the opportunity to experience what so few mortals could, she would jump at the chance. Even with his limitations on the Weave between the tadpole and Mystra’s bars, Gale knew he could get them close to his experience in the heavens. He wanted that for both of them. More than what these simple husks of flesh could bide them. “I can do more than woo you. I could wow you.”

Tav chuckled at his comment. Amused, even though he was being totally serious, and reaffirmed that she wanted the man, not the magic.

Gale was entirely nervous at this point but tried not to show it. He had a plan and all that was out the window. What was he supposed to do now?? The wizard endeavored to stay calm and continue with at least the original plan of being with Tav. He didn’t know if they would have a moment like this again and he would be gods damned if he was going to waste it.

Conjuring just a small bit of magic for a bed, as his back would never recover from making love on the hard ground, Gale smiled when he saw Tav fall back on it playfully. She was always so funny. This odd kind of silly mixed with bravery. Gale couldn’t remember the last time he had been with someone who was silly. Mystra was always so serious, and her wizard acolytes from his school days were no different.

He watched Tav sit up on the bed. Beckoning him over with a look and gesture of her hand that held more magic in it to command than any spell Gale could conjure. He had to obey.

Climbing onto the bed with her, Gale leaned in to kiss Tav a second time. Deeper than the first. Her lips were soft, but a little chapped from their journey. It was warm though. That heat seemed to fill Gale to his bones. He’d forgotten what it was like being with a mortal after so much time with an immortal. Mystra always seemed happy with their coupling. Open and willing to reciprocate, but it was always incorporeal for them. Gale had made offers to pleasure her in other ways. Use what skills he had to please his goddess, but she always declined. As if unwilling to let her once mortal body turn divine be touched in any way resembling a human. At the time Gale had been contented with that. But with the clarity that distance and perspective could now offer, he could now see the benefits of both.

Gale gasped into their kiss as he felt Tav’s fingers brush over the front of his tunic. Down from his chest to his belly. The muscles twitch even with the slightest touch. He had forgotten about that too. Touch.

He moved from kissing Tav’s lips down to her neck. Her breath hitched as her pulse hammered against his lips. Feeling her life’s drum just there against her skin. Gale could understand why Astarion was so tempted now. As he kissed her neck and collarbone, his fingers danced over her body. Gale may not have magic in his fingers when it came to locks, but he was certainly dexterous enough to be able to do lacings & the like. Their garments melting away as if by actual magic.

Gale took a moment to push up on his hands and get a full look at Tav. She was beautiful. Radiant. The light on her skin. The pert of her breasts in the night air. The imperfections of scars, freckles, and spots here & there all perfect. The perfection of realism.

The wizard swooped back down to finish kissing Tav all the way down. Moving to her sternum. Toying with her breasts. The weight of them soft but noticeable as he worked them in his hand. He moaned in tandem with Tav as her fingers brushed into his hair as he suckled at her breast. Feeling her there, reciprocating, listening to her enjoy what he was doing to her, Gale thought he might burst. He was so hard, and the bedding he had conjured provided little relief to the pressure as he rubbed against it.

Gale continued his path down. Kissing over Tav’s stomach until he came to the apex between her thighs. “Can you open a little more for me, my love?” He was hesitant to use the term of endearment. Fearful that he might have pushed too far. Perhaps they were not ready for pet names. But when he saw Tav part for him with a shy little smile, he decided he would call her that every day.

Her scent flowed up to him as her legs parted. Sweet yet sensual. Gale felt his mouth literally water in reflex. How long had it been since he tasted a woman fully? How longer still had it been since he’d done this with a woman that he loved?

Even with the lapse in time, it was like a fish to water for Gale. Based on Tav’s moans & shutters he had not forgotten how to please with his verbose, practiced tongue. He swiped up through her center, teasing the nub at the cleft, before sliding back down to collect her sweet honey. His hands massaged her thighs which were warm and lax by his ears. Gods. How had he gone so long without this in his life? He felt like a starving man sat down in front of his first meal.

Gale moaned into her cunt as he felt Tav reach for him between her legs. Fingers in his hair. Gripping and pulling in pleasure. His cock was already rock hard but it jutted in excitement with every tightening of her fingers. He made quick work to finish lest he truly embarrass himself on their first rendezvous.

Tav cried out as she came. Her thighs tightening in his hand. She looked beautiful lying there all spent. The slightest hint of perspiration on her skin illuminated in the moonlight. Gale had seen gods, but he could think of no sight finer.

He crawled over Tav again until they were nose to nose. “Are you sure?” He wanted to ask again. Maybe she had changed her mind? Maybe this was enough for him to hope for?

Tav just wrapped her arms around his neck and braced her knees against his side. “Do it.”

The commanding voice sent a shiver down Gale’s spine. Enough to make him almost cum right there. He restrained himself and reached down to moisten his cock with spittle and pre-cum. Then he lined up with Tav’s entrance and pushed forward.

The two of them moaned. Gale did not expect how hot inside her would be, how tight. With Mystra everything was so open and vast. The vastness of eternity and the Weave open to them to express their feelings. Here, with Tav, everything seemed to file down to a single point. A single moment. Just the two of them in the whole wide world. Gale moved his hips back and pressed forward again. Starting a slow, easy rhythm. He wanted this moment to last forever; or at least as long as possible.

Tav held on to him and moved her hips back to meet him. The perfect partnership, just like their adventure. Gale leaned down to kiss her and was met with equal passion. Tongues melding, gasping breaths, hearts racing. Everywhere Tav touched him seemed to leave a burning trail across his body, waiting to consume him. Had it always been like this with mortals and he had just forgotten? No. Gale knew he would remember this if it had happened. It had to be Tav.

His hips sped up and Tav rose to meet him with glee. He could feel that he was going to climax soon, and it became his single focus for the next few moments before stumbled in his thrust with a low, powerful moan. White hot flashes across his eyes as he was sure was spilling inside her.

Gale broke from a final kiss with Tav in their coupling and rested his head against hers. He felt tired, but indeed sated as he anticipated he would be. Complete. Should the world and the orb come to swallow him whole, Gale would be able to do it with but one regret now on his mind. That he couldn’t be with her longer.

The wizard carefully dislodged himself from Tav and pulled her close with the conjured blanket to wrap them in. “We’ll need to head back before morning.” He reasoned. The others would come looking for them, and his spell of stars would not last forever. But it would for a little while longer. For now, he just wanted to spend the remainder of the night with Tav in his arms. As a man. As two lovers. Not a wizard and adventure on a path to save the world. Just him and Tav.

[skzdelf]

Broken Bonds| Bangchan

⭑PAIRING: Christopher Bang (Bangchan) x f.reader

⭑CONTENT: nonidol!Bangchan

⭑SYNOPSIS: Chris and you were always inseparable, best friends since day one of college. But things changed when he started hanging out with the wrong crowd, dragging him into a messy world of underground fights, drinking, and bad decisions that pulled him away from you.

⭑WARNING: mentions of weed/drugs, split lip, bloodie knuckles

⭑WORDCOUNT: 2,1k (2150)

You met Chan on the first day of college. It was one of those encounters that felt like fate. Both of you had shown up late to the same introductory class, panting after running up the stairs to the third floor.

“Does this happen to you often?” you asked with a nervous smile, trying to catch your breath as you stood at the door of the classroom where the lecture had already started.

He let out a soft laugh, the first of many that would eventually steal your heart.

“Let’s just say it’s not the best way to start the first day. But hey, I’m glad I’m not the only one in this situation.”

And that’s how it all began. From that moment on, Chris and you became inseparable. He was always there, with his contagious energy and easygoing laugh, ready to make you forget even the worst of days. You spent hours studying together, sharing meals, going to local band concerts, or just talking about life late into the night.

He was the kind of friend you could tell anything to—the kind of friend who would support any decision you made as long as it made you happy. Kind, affectionate, and thoughtful—it wasn’t surprising, considering he grew up in such a loving and polite family.

You loved how he saw the world, always looking for the good in things and constantly encouraging you to be the best version of yourself. To you, Chris wasn’t just your best friend; he was your favorite person, the safe place you could always turn to.

By your third year in college, you and Chris were still inseparable, just as you had been from the start. You loved spending time together, whether it was studying for exams or playing video games.

Chris often came over to your apartment, and you to his. He even had his own toothbrush at your place.

You stopped sharing all your classes with him when elective courses started. Out of personal interests, both of you chose different subjects.

BangChan was charismatic, cheerful, and above all, sociable. He loved meeting new people and hearing different perspectives, so it didn’t surprise you at all when, after his first elective class, Chris came up to you, excitedly telling you about the group of guys he’d hit it off with.

He mentioned their names, but you didn’t really remember them—or perhaps you just hadn’t shared any classes with them yet.

“They invited me to a small hangout at one of their places tonight. Is it okay if we move our plans to another day?” Chris told you as you walked down the hallway toward the parking lot.

“Just this once, I promise,” he added, his brown eyes lighting up with excitement and a big, warm smile spread across his face.

“Yeah, Chris, absolutely. Just don’t start replacing me with them,” you joked, playfully nudging his arm.

“Never, love,” he laughed, draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into a half-hug.

Oh, boy, how wrong he was.

Chris started hanging out with that group of guys more and more often. You’d had the chance to meet them a few weeks back when Chan invited you to one of the parties his new “friends” were throwing.

They were gathered in a small circle in the kitchen. Most of them were smoking weed, and some had scars on their faces—on their lips, eyebrows, or even knuckles that had clearly been poorly treated.

“Do you want some?” one of them offered, extending the joint toward you, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

Before you could politely decline, Chan stepped between you and the guy, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Nah, man, she doesn’t smoke,” he said, shaking his head and pushing the guy’s hand away from your face.

“And what about you?” the same guy asked Chan, taking another hit from the joint.

You weren’t sure if Chan did it out of curiosity or just to fit in, but he took the joint, put it to his lips, and took a long drag.

Your heart sank as you watched him exhale the smoke, his gaze distant and his posture relaxed, like the act didn’t mean anything. But to you, it meant everything. That wasn’t the Chris you knew.

“Chan…” you murmured, disbelief and disappointment clear in your voice, though it was barely audible over the laughter of the group.

He turned to look at you, hearing the tone of your voice. His eyes glimmered with something you couldn’t quite place—regret, guilt, or maybe just resignation? The silence between you two was brief, but it felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath your feet.

“C’mon, don’t be like that, sweetheart,” one of the guys said with a smug grin, laughing under his breath. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Chris avoided your gaze, uncomfortable, as he handed the joint back to the guy who’d offered it. He didn’t say anything, but his silence spoke louder than any excuse he could’ve made.

“Can we talk?” you asked, trying to keep your composure. You knew that if you stayed in front of those people any longer, you wouldn’t be able to hold back your emotions.

Chan hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. Without saying goodbye to his “new friends,” he followed you to a quieter corner of the house. Once you were far enough away, you confronted him.

“What are you doing, Chan?” you asked, your voice steady but laced with pain.

He ran a hand through his hair—a nervous habit you knew all too well. “They’re cool guys, okay? I just… wanted something different, you know? Something out of the routine.”

You stared at him, disbelief washing over you. “Out of the routine? Is that what this is? Smoking? Getting caught up in whatever shady stuff they’re into?”

Chris sighed, leaning back against the wall and looking at the floor. “I don’t know… I just… I like hanging out with them, alright? They’re fun, and everything I do with them—it gives me this rush, this adrenaline I’ve never felt before,” he explained, his red-tinted eyes locking onto yours. You could tell the weed was already affecting him.

“We’ll talk when your head’s clear. Enjoy your party, Chris. I’m going home,” you said, disappointment heavy in your tone as you turned away, walking down the hallway and leaving behind the person who had always been your safe place.

After that night, things only got worse. Chan began ignoring your messages, sometimes not even reading them. He canceled plans he used to love doing with you. And in the rare instances when he showed up to class, he was distant, no longer sitting next to you but instead joining his new friends in the back of the room, where they did nothing but laugh and disrupt.

You grew genuinely concerned when he showed up to class one day with a black eye. He tried brushing it off, joking that he’d “walked into a door,” but you knew that wasn’t the truth.

He also stopped coming over to your apartment. There were nights when you didn’t even know where he was.

You both had your phone locations shared—Chan had insisted on it, saying he wanted to make sure you were safe. But now, he’d turned off his real-time location.

You started hearing rumors around campus about an underground fight club and drug exchanges. You hoped, with everything in you, that Chris wasn’t involved in any of it. But every time you tried confronting him, he’d shut you out, like there was an invisible wall between you.

“You don’t need to worry about me, alright? I’m fine,” he’d say whenever you tried to push. But his smile never reached his eyes.

But he wasn’t fine. You could see him slipping further and further away, and it made you feel helpless. You wanted to save him, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to be saved.

After weeks of him skipping class and ignoring your messages, you decided to wait for him outside his elective class.

When he came out, laughing with his group of bad-influence friends, his eyes locked onto yours. His face shifted from surprise to something that looked almost like shame. He hadn’t expected you to be there.

“We need to talk, Chris,” you said, crossing your arms.

His friends, standing behind him, burst out laughing, mocking you with exaggerated gestures. “Your girl’s mad, Chris,” one of them teased. “Better watch out!”

Chris sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I don’t have time for this right now, okay?”

Without waiting for your response, he turned and walked away, as if your words meant nothing—as if everything you’d shared didn’t matter anymore.

“Talk to me anytime, sweetheart,” one of his friends called out with a wink before following the group. Chris didn’t react, though he smacked the guy on the back of the head and kept walking, laughing with his new friends.

You knew you couldn’t force him to change. You couldn’t make him go back to being the kind, thoughtful, and loving person you’d met on the first day of class. But you also couldn’t stand by and watch him destroy himself piece by piece.

In the days that followed, your messages remained unanswered. You searched for him around campus, but he was always surrounded by that group, like they were a wall between you two. And when you approached, he always found an excuse to leave.

Each time he walked away, it was like you disappeared a little more.

You were curled up under your soft blankets on a rainy early morning when frantic knocks at your door jolted you awake. Who on earth would be pounding on your door so desperately at 3 a.m.?

Wrapping yourself in one of Chris’s hoodies that he’d left at your place, you shuffled to the door, bracing yourself against the chill in the air.

When you opened it, there he was—Chris, standing before you, soaked to the bone. His split lip, bloodied knuckles, and tangled dark hair plastered to his forehead painted a devastating picture.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he whispered, his voice laced with desperation.

You quickly pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. Guiding him to the couch, you hurried to grab the first aid kit from your bathroom.

Sitting across from him at the coffee table, you placed the kit on your lap, your trembling hands barely able to keep it steady.

You were nervous, scared. You’d never seen Chris so vulnerable or this beaten up before.

“What happened to you?” you asked, even though deep down, you already knew the answer. As you pulled out disinfectant and bandages, your hands shook with fear and concern.

Chris avoided your eyes. “I was an idiot. Got into something I shouldn’t have… another fight. It doesn’t matter.”

“You always mattered to me, Chris,” you whispered. Your voice was barely audible, as if raising it would shatter you completely.

He finally looked up as you began bandaging his hands, having already cleaned the blood from them. “I didn’t want to drag you down with me. That’s why I stayed away.”

“I was just trying to protect you, trying to make you see that this isn’t where you belong,” you said softly, your hands moving to hold his face as you gently cleaned the wound on his lip.

Chris closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath, his face occasionally flinching from the sting of the disinfectant.

“You’re all I have. I just wanted to keep you safe from the black hole I was falling into,” he admitted at last, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Chris, it hurt so much to watch you fall further and further, knowing I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I felt so powerless,” you murmured, tears finally spilling down your cheeks.

His bandaged hand reached up to your face, gently wiping away the tears. His eyes, filled with regret, locked onto yours, but there was something else in them, something raw and unspoken.

“I’m such an idiot. A complete idiot. I didn’t realize how much you meant to me. I didn’t realize that you… that I…” His words faltered, caught in his throat.

“That you what?” you whispered, your voice barely holding on.

Chris leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “That you’ve always been the girl of my dreams.”

That night, as you carefully tended to his wounds, the two of you began mending something far deeper—the bond that had been broken between you.

Chris didn’t promise to change overnight, but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know: he was ready to let go of that toxic group, ready to find his way back to himself—for you, and for the chance to keep you by his side.

⭑A/N: This fic is especially dedicated to Sofi, one of the best people I had the chance to meet this year and who is always by my side. I love you so much and happy birthday!

Also, a shoutout to @saradika-graphics, the creators of the dividers.

[pebblesandpotatos]

UPDATE!!

Alright, let's talk Legend and Twilight cause ahakajaka my poor baby.

Sky CLEARLY realizes that Legend is teasing him. Look at that smirk! He was so ready to tease Legend right back and (once again) Twilight just kinda lashes out at him. He doesn't even let Sky say anything he just immediately jumps in, STILL assuming Legend is actually being mean.

My poor baby just looks so done. This whole time he's tried to play around and offer help and every time he keeps getting scolded for it. Meanwhile, Twi himself turns around and does the EXACT SAME THING to Wild about Wars!

Like, can anyone explain the difference between this and what Legend says about Sky!? My boys got tone issues we get it, just let him have fun he's not being mean!

Anyway, I loved the update, it was really nice to see everyone get to joke around otherwise and just have fun before they split. I'm SO excited for their different perspectives! I hope Hyrule and Legend just have an absolute blast cause hakajakahaj I love them.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hey, do you do requests for Herta?

May I ask for Herta with s/o that is autistic and often thinks irrationally?

Like they aren't stupid, just oftenly doesn't get Herta's genius ideas and information.

Hope it's not too much. Thanksies!

🌑 totally relate, I know I'm smart but I also know I would be completely lost whenever she started yapping 😭

✦ 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 ✦

Will tease you relentlessly about it but not maliciously

She's cocky, not an asshole

However, as a scientist and a curious mind in general, she does occasionally appreciate the different perspective you offer

Most of the time, she'll brush it off if it's not helpful - with A LOT more grace than she'd give anyone else, mind

You're still her lovely partner, you'll always be a step above the rest to her

You now have free rein of her lab, just try not to knock anything over... For your sake💀

Likes parallel play aka when you're both doing your own thing in the same space - likes to know that you're close to witness her genius😌

Plus it allows you to spend more time together than it would've been possible otherwise since she lives at her lab

I doubt anyone would try to make fun of the partner of an emanator, but if they do, she's got an army of little Herta's to quickly take care of it :))

Honestly finds your confusion adorable and never turns down a chance to explain things to you in order to show off

But being as old as she is, she has a tendency to get somewhat stuck in her ways so your out-of-the-box thinking really helps her when she gets on a problem because of trying to fix it the same way she has everything else

Overall, keeping up with an emanator of Nous is as impossible as one would expect - but she doesnt want you to, she appreciates all the knowledge you do have to offer and is quickly to cover for all you dont❤️

[canarydraws]

Putting wips of your characters from different campaigns on the same page is a mistake I was just trying to compare them for height reference and I accidentally created a fairy gf/goth gf dynamic! Now I’m SAD and MAD because these two are my own characters and the only way I’ll ever get to see them together is if I go off the rails and actually draw AU content for them!

…which I might. I have no idea what I’d draw but literally them just standing on the same page is cute and I want to see what my 5’5 space paladin and my 6’3 pf magus would do if they ever existed in the same room

[sysig]

So much experimenting to be done, where to even start (Patreon)

[thegreatyin]

and with that, evolution is complete.

i do think the scoundrel made the right choice, in the end. maybe- potentially- they think so too.

[curiosity-killed]

i love my sister and for the most part, we are very close and genuinely like each other a lot but the one place where i'd just really, really, really like to see inside her brain is the part where she is still incredibly comfortable and cheerful—and even thinks it's really funny—talking about how much she didn't like me as a child while I'm like. yes. I am and was aware. and it sucked so so so much

[uighean]

see like i've never been a super conscious user of australian slang & my accent is fairly mild so back home i'm like. often never the most aussie-sounding person in the room? but being overseas has just been a long string of wondering why other people don't understand what i'm saying 😭😭😭😭

[bylertruther]

sometimes. people on here will say things where i know if i point-blank asked them "hey, do you like butches, femmes, and people that do not 'look' or 'act' queer?" they'll of course say yes duh. and i know if i asked them, "cool. do you think that an androgynous person or 'very gender nonconforming' (for lack of better phrasing) is more queer than someone that isn't?" they'll say no of course not.

but then you read the things they've said about how queer people present themselves, how they "should" present themselves once they've reached a fully realized state, and how it relates to gender and relationships and its like Hmmmmmmmmmm. i don't think you do like any of those three groups i mentioned actually if that's how you really feel on those issues lmao.

it's the same school of thought behind the perplexingly popular idea that because noah wears athleisure, he couldn't possibly be gay (before he came out, this was the common sentiment; and even now, people act like finn is more queer than noah, just because he "looks and acts" like it according to them). this idea that you have to look and act a certain way to be Actually Queer or Queer Enough, and if you don't, then that's because you've fallen victim to conforming or you just aren't as comfortable with your identity. (what? as if there's a single queer identity to begin with?)

that if you're a queer guy and you behave or look masculine, then you just haven't come out of your shell and accepted yourself or experimented enough. that if you're a queer woman and you're feminine, then the same applies, or you're not as queer as a butch woman, who does exhibit gender nonconformity, for example. and if you're butch or femme (+ other equivalents), or in a relationship with your counterpart, then you're perpetuating heteronormativity, as if that's even possible, and we all know that's so very, awfully, terribly Bad, you're a stain on the community, and you have issues you need to work out.

people don't have to look or act in a particular way to be acceptably queer enough. we don't all gravitate towards certain expressions of gender nonconformity or androgyny just because we're queer, and a failure to do that doesn't suggest that we're uncomfortable with ourselves and our identity. you can continue to be yourself as you were even after realizing you're queer. that's not impossible or a bad thing.

femmes and gay men that are masculine in any capacity are not traitors, confused, or less gay. some people are the way that they are, regardless of their sexuality. we don't all morph into the same person when we realize we're queer. that shouldn't be a difficult concept to understand? that's literally just... being a human and treating queer people as such.

those evil gay people who are in "masc/fem" relationships aren't perpetuating heteronormativity either. just because they exist outside of your realm of understanding, or have the kind of relationship that you wouldn't personally want for yourself, that doesn't mean that they aren't members of your community—which is the queer community, in case you forgot—and don't deserve respect, too.

like. it's just so demoralizing lmao. what's so hard to understand about accepting that people are all different and that just because we may belong to the same community, that doesn't mean that we are all the same and must fall in line? it's so tone-deaf, insulting, and just plain unrealistic. you may not mean it that way, but it is. that rhetoric just is.

feminine gay women exist. masculine gay men exist. sometimes they may experiment with their gender expression once realizing this, but they don't always and they don't have to to be considered queer. butch/fem relationships and other similar relationships are not imitations of heterosexuality, because they're fucking gay, and they do not adhere to traditional heterosexual roles, because, again, they're fucking gay.

your experiences and beliefs are not universal. gay people are not clones of each other. stop invalidating or speaking down on other queer people just because you can't relate to them personally. i know some people don't mean to insinuate these things, but you do. you are. constantly. and the people that fall in those categories you've deemed unacceptable and other, see it.

it's so... exhausting to face that in this space, which is supposed to be a respite from the physical world where that happens, too. and those actions, those beliefs that people share, they also bleed into the physical world and how you interact with other people in your community. it's not just little words that you write and have no meaning. it doesn't start and end with a fictional character. the things that you say matter and sometimes they're very troubling.

people who have been in those "fem/masc" relationships, or that identify with any kind of similar label, have not lived a life that's an imitation of heterosexuality, nor are they any less queer than you just because you haven't been in/participate in relationships like that.

[table-top-romulan-playing-games]

RE: the last post about Deanna becoming a Bridge Officer...

Wasn't she technically already a bridge officer? Or is there a difference between her being a Senior Officer/Counselor who happens to be on the bridge at all times next to the captain as a senior advisor, and a Bridge Officer who does the exact same thing but gets to sit in the captains chair?

If memory recall serves me, you can be a bridge officer without taking the Captains Test or whatever it's called, including the kobiyashi maru test, bc not all officers on the bridge are eligible to sit in the captains chair should it be requested???

Like for some reason I assumed that if you were allowed to be on the bridge working and manning stations, you were a Bridge Officer... But apparently in order to be a Bridge Officer you have to complete a test for Captains, although Crusher has the Bridge Officer Status, even though she doesn't operate on the bridge...

Literally the only difference I can see between you average Officer on the Bridge and a Bridge Officer is whether or not they are eligible to sit in the captains chair once in a blue moon..

Like Deanna is a Senior Officer, With Rank, who is frequently seen doing shifts on the Bridge as an Advisor and Picard's aid in Diplomacy, and your telling me she doesn't have the title of Bridge Officer bc she didn't take an exam to sit in Picard's Seat every 3rd Tuesday of the month????

Like "Line of Command" or even "Acting Captain Eligible" would've been better maybe???

[butchlifeguard]

something i was thinking about on stand yesterday.. danganronpa shsl lifeguard who tries to save a dying person they find, bonus points if they dont come clean about it at first because they think they actually killed that person with their efforts

[bookwyrminspiration]

I don't really have a final conclusion for this, I've just been thinking recently that I appreciate the effort Shannon made to say its okay to learn differently than others and have unique needs, however Exillium being the medium through which that message is conveyed in Unlocked falls short (at least for me) because...that's also the punishment school. Having different educational needs and being sent to a different school--not to mention one that's not even part of formal society and is literally in the wild--for poor behavior/choices are two very different things, but they've been lumped together.

Yes, it's entirely okay to learn differently and have unique needs, but that's not why kids get sent to Exillium. It's not a school to help accommodate their learning. Kids are, from what we've seen, sent almost always because they've caused problems and are deemed unfit for the typical schools. Disruptive, problematic, criminal, lesser, etc. So also having it be the alternative learning school kind of implies a correlation between having different needs and making poor choices/having problem behavior. Like none of these students "learn differently" (that we've been told at least) they caused problems (intentional or not) that people didn't want to deal with. Maybe this isn't representative of all Exillium students, but it's all we've seen so far that I can recall.

And yes Exillium is improving and did have a positive initial intention, but as it is right now I find myself (personally, these are my feelings) uncomfortable at it being used to say its okay to learn differently. Because it doesn't feel like it follows through on that message. Having the school where kids with criminal behavior are sent out of sight separate from the rest of society being the school for alternate learning styles just doesn't sit quite right.

And yes, some of the kids sent there were just labeled disruptive/problematic and they didn't actually do anything wrong but be themselves, but their being fucked over by the system doesn't change that that is how the system works.

I'm not really going anywhere with this and it's difficult to articulate (I'm sure I've missed a few clarifying points because I keep debating with myself back and forth) because I do think Shannon meant well, I'm not an expert, and there are always arguments to be made to the contrary (like I said, I've been debating with myself). It's just something I've been thinking about because I always feel icky reading that part of Linh's Exillium commentary, but maybe I'm making a problem out of nothing.

[nururu]

hiyori and Zoro is one of my fave Zoro ships and one day I'll write an analysis on them and convert all of you.