#and I will take any opportunity to talk about them in tandem :)

[madamegemknight]

In Muppets Wizard of Oz's defense, it finds itself in the very unfortunate position that a lot of modern Oz adaptations are in; namely that mainstream audiences are significantly more aware of the MGM Oz movie than the original L. Frank Baum book.

It's incredibly clear that the people working on the movie wanted it to be a faithful to the original book and its sequels; they incorporate minor details such as the Good Witch of the North's real name being Tattypoo (the name she's given in Ruth Plumly Thompson's continuation of the series), they rip lines straight from the book at points (the "bran new brain" line, for instance), and while occasionally they alter certain events (Tin Thing and Camilla reuniting as a couple while their book counterparts don't get back together, for instance), for the most part it's an accurate adaptation of the books - in fact, I'd argue it's the most accurate book!Oz adaptation I've ever seen.

However, the average person's mental image of The Wizard of Oz isn't based off of the books, it's based off of the movie, which had to make significant alterations to the original story in order for it to work as a film aimed at a Depression-era audience. Most notably, it drastically altered the more fantastical elements because fantasy films were doing poorly at the time and the studio thought audiences were too sophisticated for a straight fantasy film - whereas in the books Oz is a real place that Dorothy goes back to numerous times (and eventually moves to with her aunt and uncle!), in the movie Oz is just a dream Dorothy has, with the people who live there being dream logic versions of people she actually knows.

Obviously, the fact that the version of the story best known to an average moviegoer is a version DRASTICALLY different from the original novel is an issue when one is adapting the original novel, so said adaptations usually keep in one or two details from the movie to make things more palatable for mainstream audiences - and since the Ruby Slippers are owned by MGM and apparently cost a pretty penny to buy the rights for, typically they'll keep the "characters in Kansas look like characters in Oz" aspect.

1985's Return To Oz is a good example of the "characters in Kansas look like characters in Oz" detail working, as it purposefully uses said detail as part of the narrative (the characters in Kansas who look like the characters in Oz are the characters in Oz, or at least supernatural projections of them), but Muppets Wizard of Oz doesn't have that detail in the narrative - in fact, given how I found this Variety article lamenting that the film was going to be book-only, it's likely they added in this detail last minute to appease audiences without thinking how it would affect the narrative at all!

So yeah, it doesn't make sense and is definitely one of the parts of the movie that's bad-bad instead of funny-bad, but that's because it's a) most likely part of an attempt to make the story more palatable to non-book!Oz fans, and b) possibly a late addition given feedback from the people it needed to be made palatable for!

so muppets wizard of oz isnt that good right?

most of the stuff that's objectively not good about is pretty funny in it's bad-ness, but theres just this one this that annoys me to no end about it. and that's the fact that it combines fact and fiction, for lack of a better term.

it's the fact that, according to the context of the movie, everything that happened in oz actually happened in real life (instead of in a dream sequence, like in the original), as well as the fact that the muppets exist in BOTH the "real world" and in oz. specifically since the muppets exist as the muppets. like. the muppets.

most muppet movies fall into either two categories: a) the muppets as actors in the movie playing different characters or b) the muppets as themselves. muppets wizard of oz does both.

in the beginning of the movie Dorothy's trying to get an audition with The Muppets ™️ to sing with them. then, when she's in oz all of the characters in there are played by various muppets. now, this on it's own, is not that bad, because dorothy could've just been dreaming out the muppets because of her recent encounter with them.

but oz actually exists in the movie and dorothy actually went there. when she comes home she floats down into the street or something, still in her emerald city glow up outfit, and her aunt and uncle say that she's been missing. because she was actually in oz.

and that means that the muppets exist both as themselves but also as different people in oz? which just doesn't make sense. kermit cannot exist as himself, the lovely frog in charge of that weird group of fleece creatures, and also as a scarecrow frog thing. that doesn't work

anyway. i think despite all of the things weird about that movie, this is what i hate most. if youre going to give gonzo nipples, at least have the movie make sense

[all of this is /pos btw, this movie is bad in a hilarious kind of way]

[suguruspit]

Thinking about AFAB and gender neutral reader with Ino Takuma, letting him worship their body and praise them

Ohhh praise kink goes hard especially with ino!! I have so many thoughts

cw; fingering, oral (reader and Ino), French kissing, grinding, dry humping, public sex (you don't get caught!), talking you through, coming untouched

Ino Takuma who will lay down on the bed with you, whispering sweet praises into your ear as he plays with you, hand moving slowly and teasing over where you're most sensitive. Groaning when you make little sounds that drive him crazy, rutting into the air as he toys with you.

"So wet, fuck baby." He whispers into your ear, hand going a little faster but he can't help it - it affects him as much as it does you. Even though you're the one being touched, he's making little ah ah ah's when you start to get vocal.

Ino Takuma who runs his hands up and down your soft torso as he makes out with you, sloppy tongue and clashing teeth as you giggle into each others mouths, him making little comments about how perfect you are, made for him, and he's just lucky. Anytime that he can get his hands on you he will, even if it's when you're at the club, in an alley, in his car, anywhere. He's obsessed with you, how soft your body is, how responsive you are.

Ino Takuma groaning as he pushes two long fingers into you, burying his head into your chest as he starts whining in tandem with you;

"Fuck, so wet baby so tight," He whimpers, practically humping the bed as fingers you, slowly adding a third finger after scissoring the two for a couple of minutes. You feel yourself gush slightly just at the change of pace and he's moaning again. "Fuck. You're so good, my good baby, huh? Fucking think about this all day, want you all the time."

"Takuma-" You stutter out, the heat of it all just too much, everything he's saying going straight to your core. You're so sensitive, hormones really working for you in that department. "I-"

"Make a mess on me," Ino nods, doubling his efforts, using his thumb to draw quick little circles on your dick as you choke on your own moans. "God, you're doing so good. Let go for me, shit please, let me have it, yeah?"

You grunt as you come, no energy left in you to vocalise as you come all over him, you wetness hitting all the way up to his elbow as he whines and gasps into your mouth as he kisses you, coming untouched just from pleasing you.

Ino Takuma who loves dry humping, especially if you're both still in boxers and making a mess of yourselves. Lowering his hips so that his dick catches against yours, strong arms framing you as his brown hair tickles your nose, heavy pants bleeding into his kisses as he devours you, thanking you endlessly as you lie there and let him go at it.

"Fuck, thank you baby, so fucking perfect like this." Takuma whines, he's just as responsive as you as he grinds down against you. He hasn't even got undressed properly, his jeans around his ankles as the chains on them brush coldly against your leg. "Always so perfect, the way you feel, fuck. I could slip inside like this, y'know?"

You whine into his mouth as you twitch underneath him, and he definitely feels it, raking a hand down to push down on your chest for leverage as he starts to come, hot come spilling in his boxers as you feel it wet against you, triggering your own orgasm as you slick the both of you.

"So good, my perfect baby." He pants as he kisses your lips softly, brown eyes full of adoration.

Ino Takuma takes any and all opportunities to go down on you, always scrambling with your belt when you just nod as his request, swearing with how giddy he is, kissing all down your torso and hips as he sinks to his knees, pressing you against the alleyway wall.

Fifteen minutes of grinding in the club and he's straining against his jeans, stumbling and pushing you desperately into the nearest dark alley, pressing desperate kisses to wherever he can.

When he finally gets his mouth on you, suckling and spitting nastily you don't know who's being more vocal. He's moaning like a whore as he sucks you off, your hand tugging light brown locks as your eyes roll back and your head hits the brick wall with a distant thud.

You push down onto his head as you grind your hips into his mouth, rolling them as you fuck his face in public, your slick already on his chin and nose as he eats noisly, shaking his head when you try to pull him off with a warning - you know how messy you get when you're drunk.

When you come, hand against your mouth as you cry out, you can feel how wet and explosive it is, absolutely drenching him. You shake as he pulls off, but he doesn't give you a chance to recover as he kisses you roughly, licking into your mouth and groaning when you say you can taste yourself.

Palming him through his jeans not once, but twice, and he's twitching and coming practically untouched.

"Fuck, so fucking good, ngh." He breathes into your mouth, hips still pushing into your touch as he rides his orgasm out. "You always know what I need, you always got me."

Ino Takuma who gets off on overstimulation, looking up at you through hooded eyes as he swirls his tongue over you, licking and slurping and making such a mess - you're already three orgasms in, and you're bordering on painful overstimulation as he continues to get any taste of you he can.

"One more, okay?" He begs you, slipping two fingers into you and curling them up as he sucks gently, groaning as you cry out. It's all so much, too much, but your orgasm is rapidly approaching. "Fuck yeah, honey. One more, fucking use me, want to see you come baby please."

Who are you to deny him?

You keen and your body arches off the bed as you come, waves of it crashing over you and almost knocking you out as your vision goes white, your boyfriend helping you through it as he comes in his boxers for the second time that night.

"Good boy." You mutter, patting his sweaty hair and biting your lip at the sight of his fucked-out expression.

"One more?"

You never can say no, not when he takes care of you so well.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Do you have any zosan fic recs?

Of course I do! Here are some

Zosan Fic Recs

all the hidden love, beneath by Giosele - Rated M

His eyes flicker towards the more discernible scars, the deep ones with smooth taut skin. The ones his hands have traced hundreds of times. Then Sanji spots the fresh, poorly stitched wound dancing across Zoro’s flank. The shoddy quality screams Mosshead. “Moron.” Sanji crumples his cigarette and flattens it underfoot in one smooth motion. “Idiot. You stupid, reckless swordsman. Stay here, I’ll get Chopper.” -- The crew is a wreck after Enies' Lobby. Despite being a wreck himself, Sanji tries to take care of them all.

you got time, you're on the mend, babe by steeringwheeleater - Rated T

“He doesn't trust me, and he obviously doesn’t want the captain to know.” “He doesn’t want me to know, either.” “He knows that you know, Cook.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Sanji’s shoulders creep up again. “… Sorry.” Robin adjusts her stance from one leg to the other; her nearest analog to rolling her eyes. “You’ve been too gentle with him to be subtle, Cook. It’s like I said: you’ve been defending him to the others.”

Kept Down, Helped Up by Gay_as_fuck - Rated T

Zoro's near death in Wano strains the crew, the latest in a long line of risk taking. A very stressed Nami solves this problem by throwing Sanji at it.

In Tandem by lemon_drop48 - Rated M

"I wanted to make you laugh." The honest admission felt dumb the second it came out of his mouth. It's too breathy, he's still out of breath from a distinct lack of oxygen recently. And there's no way the cook understands - Sanji throws back his head in laughter. For a moment there isn't even fear that he's laughing at him. Sanji's laugh is beautiful, and seeing that huge smile spread across his cheeks in genuine mirth felt like it was priceless.

revelations by cloversome - Rated T

It's been three days since Zoro blacked out. When he finally awakens, he finds his spirit is detached from his still unconscious body.

Demon's Deception by Maik_Morrow - Rated T

Summary

Having read an article about the ‘Demon of the East’ years prior to joining the Strawhat crew, Sanji was confused. He didn't understand how the man he heard would be a ruthless monster could be so different. All he saw was a caring, kind and gentle man. Until he understood the reason some time later.

It’s In His Kiss by Hazel_Athena - Rated G

They reach the island of Bise early in the new year.

unintended consequence by itsmylifekay - Rated T

Imagine person A making person B a friendship bracelet, expecting person B to never wear it, but when it’s given to them person B puts it on and is rarely seen with it off. A group of marines charge, Zoro slices through them, and in that instant Sanji feels his own eyes grow wide. Because there, on the arm now outstretched towards him, steel glinting in hand, is the stupid bracelet he’d given Zoro. The bastard is actually wearing it.

Language of love by averybidisaster - Rated E

It irked Zoro that upon meeting him, a whirlwind of limbs, blue eyes and a cigarette dangling from his cocky smile, something in his gut flip-flopped, instead of the usual, clear feeling he usually got when he met men, like a natural yes/no answer. Obviously, the lovesick fool greatly admired women, ceaselessly shouting his love for them at any opportunity. But he had met many a man like that who still sought to warm his bed- and Sanji was... well, Sanji . His simple existence riles Zoro up like no other. And why does it matter to him what the shitty cook’s preferences are anyways? OR Zoro secretely learns French to understand Sanji. Because that’s obviously the easiest way to learn if the cook likes men.

Did You Know Marimo Came In Pink? by wiillowwriites - Rated T

After some some accidental tickling turns into something very intentional, Sanji’s the first of the two to notice that Zoro seems to be enjoying himself. Zoro isn’t quite sure what to do with the realization, but Sanji has an idea.

waiting by tinyjet7 - Rated G

zoro watches sanji hand out treats to everyone but him.

Ink by BleuReivers - Rated T

He’d gotten the first one for no reason other than he’d simply wanted it. Had ever since he’d first laid eyes on one of the cook’s ink during his Baratie days. It had taken him a while to actually get it and for a while he’d been convinced he never would. But, as the years went on and he crossed paths with more and more people who bore elaborate and, honestly, beautiful tattoos, the desire grew until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

ham and rice by hailure - Rated G

"I'll get that bastard gets all the food he wants and then more. You don't need to forfeit your protein serving for that." "Oh, now I get it." Zoro's face turned mischievious, his nose bridge tinted with red now that the alcohol was briefly kicking in. "You're worried about me." After their victory in Wano, Sanji is not amused that Zoro just can't seem to eat properly.

Here’s To Us by TextlessNovel - Rated T

In which sharing a drink can tear down walls in a way that Sanji and Zoro never expected.

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chap 9

firebolts and firewhiskey

4 february 1996

Mattheo’s POV

“I’m telling you, there’s no way Potter’s got a Firebolt now. They can’t afford that,” Draco says snottily as we make our way down to the Quidditch Pitch with Theo and Marcus. Rumors have been circling for weeks that Harry Potter now has a Firebolt broom but no one has seen it yet. Marcus suggested taking a look while the Gryffindors are out practicing.

“The Potters’ are rich, they just don’t show it off like you do, Draco,” I grumble, shoving my cousin’s shoulder lightly. 

“How do you know?” Draco scoffs. 

“Oh, Riddle here is now an expert on all things Euphemia Potter,” Theo chuckles, stubbing a cigarette under his shoe. 

“What?” Draco and Marcus ask in tandem, making me roll my eyes. Since my friends found Mia and I in the Astronomy Tower earlier in the week, they have taken every opportunity to rib me about it. Glad to add Draco and Marcus to that list.

“Don’t listen to Theo. He’s just being an arse,” I grumble, shoving my hands in my pockets. I don’t mention that I find myself thinking about Mia more and more lately, how our prefect rounds have been less of a dreaded task every week. Things aren’t perfect, we still bite and snap at each other but since Sunday, our banter has been turning more playful, still sharp but less designed to actually hurt.  

“You better not be going soft on me, Riddle,” Marcus starts in but before he can continue we are interrupted by cheers as we near the pitch. Laughter and cheers echo across the grounds as Harry flies up over the stands faster than I’ve ever seen, catching the Snitch with ease. 

“Salazar Slytherin, he does have it,” Theo mumbles. 

The four of us move quickly to enter the stands and climb up to one of the professor’s boxes, where we will be able to watch and less likely to be seen. We watch in begrudging silence as the Gryffindor team finish running their drills, clearly in top form, and their practice comes to an end. The team whoops and hollers as they land, confident in their win tomorrow with Potter’s new broom. The team converses for a moment before moving to exit the pitch but Mia, Harry, and Ron stay on the pitch, Madam Hooch seemingly asleep in the stands below. 

Theo, Marcus and Draco talking lowly about strategy as Ron takes a turn on the new broom but I’m more focused on Mia. Her back is to me but even so I can hear her talking with her brother, cheering on the boy above, and laughing. Fuck that laugh… Soon, Ron lands uneasily on the broom, babbling to Harry about how great it is and Harry offers it to Mia. I watch in the fading light as Mia grins mischievously, setting her own Nimbus aside and mounting the Firebolt.

She bolts upwards in the sky, quickly looping the pitch. Ever since our third year, I’ve been secretly jealous of the way Euphemia Potter flies. Even though I’ve been riding a broom for as long as I can remember, Mia can out fly me with ease. Like she was born to live in the air rather than walk on solid ground. 

She loops around the goal posts, flying through the hoops and weaving madly, her laughter ringing out over the pitch as she flys better than I’ve seen. I watch, in awe, as slows her speed, hopping off the broom before it's stopped, laughing wildly all the way. “I think you’ve ruined my Nimbus for me, Haz,” she laughs, shaking her head and handing her brother back the broom. 

“Get one for yourself, then!” Harry laughs. 

“Then Gryffindor will be practically unbeatable!” Ron whoops, finally waking Madam Hooch. Theo, Marcus, Draco and I duck below the railing of the stands while Hooch scolds the trio. I peek over the railing in time to see Hooch leading them off the pitch but before Mia disappears, she looks up in our direction, right at me. She stops for a moment holding eye contact for a moment, a smirk growing on her lips, before ducking under the stands and disappearing from view. 

“Draco, you better start practicing if you’re gonna have any chance of catching the snitch against Potter,” Marcus grumbles, causing Draco’s face to sour further. 

5 february 1997

Euphemia’s POV

I walk quickly through the corridors, my scarlet Quidditch robes trailing in my wake and my broom in my hand as I rush down to the Great Hall for breakfast. I’m running a little late due to sleeping in longer than I meant to. After practice last night, I started working on an essay for Potions and lost track of the time and before I knew it, it was nearly 2AM. I run down the last of the stairs and rush through the last corridor. As I turn the corner, I see Riddle leaning against the wall outside the Great Hall, one leg kicked up against the wall behind him. “Stalking me now, Riddle?” I ask teasingly as I near him, noticing his fingers fiddling with a cigarette. He looks up at me and pushes off the wall to close some of the distance between us. 

“Last I check, you don’t own the Great Hall, princess,” he quips back, pointing at me with the cigarette. 

“True, but if I tell Wood you were spying on practice last night he’ll flip his lid,” I point out. I noticed him up in the stands as I was flying the Firebolt, along with some of his buddies. I won’t actually tell Wood but I wanted Mattheo to know I know. Since Sunday, he and I are still trying to figure out how to be around each other without biting each other's heads off. Thursday rounds we talked about music, but we snapped at each other quite a few times on Tuesday night. Mattheo watches me with a mischievous smirk, searching my face to decipher if I’m bluffing. Eventually he shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. 

“Didn’t care about your practice. We just wanted to see if the rumors were true.” 

“What rumors?” I ask innocently.

“That somehow your little brother’s got a brand new, fancy broom. How’d you swing that Christmas gift, princess?” Mattheo asks.

“Maybe I didn’t,” I shrug. While the professors have deemed Harry’s broom safe to ride, we still have no idea who sent it in the first place.

“What-“

“Mia!” Mattheo and I are interrupted, again, by George emerging from the Great Hall. “Bloody hell, if you don’t get in here soon Wood is gonna have a fit,” George says, eyeing Mattheo and moving to stand at my side. “Riddle.” 

“Weasley,” Mattheo responds, his playful smirk gone. 

“Yeah, anyway,” I say, pushing George away from Mattheo and into the Great Hall, not wanting to deal with any of the lingering tension that remains between Mattheo and the Twins. We reach the Gryffindor table with the rest of the team and I sit next to Fred, resting my broom against the table. As I’m pouring myself a mug of coffee, Malfoy and his lackeys approach Harry. 

“Sure you can handle that broom, Potter?” he sneers. 

“Reckon so,” Harry responds, turning to look at the greasy blonde.

“Too bad it doesn’t come with a parachute-- just in case the dementors decide to come watch again,” Malfoy says maliciously, his lackeys at either side snickering. I share a glance with Fred and roll my eyes.

“Too bad you can’t put an extra arm on your broom. Could catch the Snitch for you then,” Harry quips back, causing the rest of us to laugh, Fred nearly choking on his pumpkin juice. I smile at Harry proudly as Malfoy stalks back to his own table and I notice, over my brother’s shoulder, I can see Mattheo watching us. I tilt my head slightly at him before turning my attention back to my breakfast and teammates.

✦

The game passes in a blur, all my focus on the match in front of me. Now that I know Harry should be able to defend himself against a rogue dementor, I don’t have to worry about him as much. Angelina, Alicia and I work seamlessly together scoring 8 goals easily. I tune out most of Lee’s announcements due to the majority being about Firebolts rather than actual game play. 

As I am cutting across the field, the Quaffle under my arm, I hear Harry yell out behind me, “Expecto Patronum,” and I whip my head around to see a large white and silver stag galop towards a large cloaked figure but my attention is reverted as the Quaffle is pulled out from under my arm. But it doesn’t matter because Hooch’s whistle blows signaling the end of the game and I turn my broom around to see Harry with the Golden Snitch in his hand, and follow the rest of the team to celebrate on the ground. 

I jump off my broom once I’m low enough and run to Harry, wrapping him up in a sweaty hug. “Haz! You did it! That patronus was amazing!” 

“That’s my boy!” Wood yells and suddenly the entire Gryffindor team is surrounding Harry and I, hugging us so tightly I can barely breathe. We’re all laughing and cheering and yelling when a group of classmates run onto the field to join the celebration. 

“That was quite a patronus,” A voice says from behind Harry and I as we are released from our teammates. We turn and my smile falls as Remus Lupin stands behind me. He smiles proudly at Harry, although it doesn’t quite reach his eyes which look shaken. I had neglected to attend our extra lesson with Lupin this week, although I insisted Harry still go. I’d shown Harry the letter once I returned from the Astronomy Tower on Sunday evening, but he took the news much better than I had. Over the last week, guilt has crept in about the horrible things I said but I’m still angry enough to keep my distance; I wouldn't want to burden the poor professor with an unwanted godchild after all. I’ve done perfectly well on my own the last 15 years. 

“They didn’t affect me at all, I didn’t feel a thing!” Harry says excitedly, practically jumping up and down. 

“Yes, well they, uh, weren’t real dementors,” Lupin says, motioning for Harry to follow him. I follow behind them until we are out of the crowd to see Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Marcus Flint in a heap on the pitch, black cloaks around them. I smile as Professor McGonagall shouts at them and assigns them detention. Lupin looks back at me and I turn back to the crowd, not wanting to spoil the day with thoughts of him and move towards the Twins who are conversing quickly, already planning a party. 

✦

A few hours later, a majority of the student body is gathered into the large abandoned classroom which was deemed the party space quite a few years back. It’s on the very far side of the castle in the dungeons and there’s a short staircase up to the shore of the black lake. I’m sure the teachers know about it but they leave us to our antics as long as no one gets hurt, I guess. 

Even though Ravenclaw lost today, there’s still quite a few of them here. Not many students pass up a party thrown by Fred and George no matter the circumstances. Even some Slytherins are here, although they are mostly all in one clump looking pretentiously at the rest of us who are actually having fun. 

I’m standing around a barely standing table, surrounded by Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia and Lee as Fred pours firewhiskey shots messily into our glasses. 

“Freddie, you’re spilling it all!” Alicia cries out as she gets splashed slightly. 

“Well, you said fast!” Fred defends himself, passing the glasses out which are all full to the brim. Lee begins counting and the six of us all put the glasses to our mouths and tilt our heads back. Lee coughs and shakes his head from the taste. I slam my glass on the table and suddenly I get slammed into by a drunk Fred who wraps his arms around my head so I can only see over his arms. 

“Fred, let go of me!” I laugh, pulling on his arms. I see Angelina give me a wide eyed look and I shoot an annoyed one back, knowing my friend well enough to know what she’s thinking. Fred releases his grip on me but stays by my side as the party continues on. 

After a while, I turn to Alicia standing next to me and place my arm on her shoulder to get her attention. “I’m gonna grab another drink, need one?” She declines and I make my way through the crowd towards the wall where the drink table is.

“Hey, Mia,” Jaden Filly says, stepping into my path, just before I make it to the table. 

“Hey,” I respond politely. Jaden is another Gryffindor prefect a year above me. I don’t know him that well, although I’ve begun to suspect he’d like to change that. 

“You look great tonight,” Jaden says, his eyes trailing up my figure slowly. I’m just wearing jeans and a blank tank top, nothing special, and yet Jaden looks like he wants to eat me, making me a little uncomfortable. “You played great too.” 

“Thanks, yeah the team did great today,” I say, pulling my hair over my shoulder to hang over my chest. 

“Not the team, just you,” Jaden says, taking a step close enough that I can smell the alcohol on his breath. “You want to dance?” 

“I was actually gonna get another drink, but maybe another time,” I say, taking a step back. 

“I can get you a drink,” Jaden offers, reaching for my cup.  

“I’m good, Jaden. No thank you,” I say more forcefully, refusing to let go of the cup in my hand. Jaden looks back up at me but then his eyes flick to behind me and they widen in fear. 

“Beat it, Filly,” a voice snaps from behind me that sends Jaden running. I turn to see Mattheo standing behind me, a black t-shirt tight over muscles I’m not sure I knew he had and jeans. His dark curls fall slightly in his eyes and his arms are crossed over his chest, my intoxicated brain catching on the veins protruding from his arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, snapping out of my daze and offer Mattheo a small smile. “Thanks.” 

“Yeah, well you looked trapped,” Mattheo says, dropping his arms to his sides. 

“I was,” I say with a slight laugh. “I’m surprised you came. Didn’t think the Slytherin team was too keen on celebrating tonight, what with the foiled prank.” 

“Yeah well, Draco and the others are nursing their wounds but I never pass up free booze,” he responds, with a shrug. He steps around me grabbing a cup and filling it up and I move to do that same. “You played well today,” Mattheo says, turning to look at me with his cup now full. 

“Scoping out your upcoming competition?” I ask, looking at him out of the corner of my eye, as I pour my own drink. 

“Maybe I just like watching,” Mattheo says and I turn to look at him, my eyebrow raised. “Quidditch. Don’t flatter yourself, princess.” I laugh and shake my head, rolling my eyes slightly. 

“Mhm, right. Whatever you say, Riddle,” I say lowly, holding eye contact with him for a moment before stepping away from the table to head back to my friends. After a few feet, I glance back to see Mattheo still watching me, his eyes snap up to my face as realizes he’s been caught checking me out and I smirk, turning back to look ahead as I disappear into the crowd. 

Mattheo’s POV

Fuuuck.

a/n: thank you guys all sm for reading! this is my first fic i’ve posted and i’m just very glad people are reading. if you want to be added to a taglist pls comment or dm me and please feel free to comment or send me feedback i do really want to improve and make this story as best as it can be. anyway thanks again and ily all

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[a-lucha-brother]

Oh boy, oh boy, let's talk about AEW showing that All In footage. Daddy's gotta eat!

So firstly, I think the reactions online to this have been quite frankly, and to absolutely nobodies surprise, fucking ridiculous and infested with braindead morons (welcome to wrestling in 2024)

And again, to absolutely nobodies surprise, people have completely missed the point (and how cleverly AEW took advantage of the situation to further its ongoing storylines to produce a brilliant penultimate episode of Dynamite) of why it was even done in the first place.

Because for some bizarre reason, people seem to think CM Punk is beyond criticism and revere him to be some all-knowing all-powerful demi-god of infinite credibility and power, which I personally have never bought into (I've been watching wrestling since 1994 so I've been here before, during and after Punks peak) and quite frankly as far as Punk is concerned, never seen the appeal.

For me, I've always seen this as AEW taking an obvious opportunity being presented before them to fit in what I've been assuming for a long time now, a storylined reason/way to open the door for Jack Perry to come back to AEW as not only a MASSIVE heel, but to join The Elite and become THE heel of AEW (I can fantasy book so much shit from this you need only ask).

My case and point of evidence: the fact they specifically make mention of Jack Perry and his current Scapegoat gimmick on MULTIPLE occasions. He's essentially the focal point on the entire spot. CM Punks face isn't even shown, nor is his name mentioned. AEW needed as mentioned before, a really good throughline for Jack to make a return (interfere at Dynasty to help Nicholas and Matthew win?), to create a nuclear build for the tag match at Dynasty between the Bucks and FTR, to create massive babyface momentum for FTR (again, a perfect opportunity since they're friends with Phil).

And think about it, with the promo FTR cut in the ring after, with the Kaz/Pac/FTR/Bucks clash later in the show and all round how the entire production moves around the moment - EVERYONE was in on this and EVERYONE was in tandem and in agreement with how to proceed with using this.

People want to keep pointing out Tony Schiavones reaction immediately after it. Yes, he's gonna be uncomfortable even if he's in on it all, it was a very uncomfortable situation to relive, but how everyone just moves on from it (exactly like what the whole point of FTRs promo was), he's totally fine and chill about it all.

I thought this entire segment and situation was pretty fucking ingenious and did an absolutely fantastic job of create a rocket-fueled build to the Bucks/FTR tag match at Dynasty.

If you have any issues with this, then sorry to say, bud, that's a YOU problem and you may need to grow up a bit, cause everyone else is totally fine with this and using it to make good business with and are all in total consent with each other about it (I'd even go as far as to say that even Punk is in on this too).

So with that, I'm spent, and I'll bid you adieu.

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8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

Hihi, Mimble! Thank you so much for the ask, and I hope you've been having a good day! ♥♥

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Primam enjoys reading as a more commonplace hobby of hers. She has a number of cherished books that she keeps and even revisits as little gateways away from life.

As for a more uncommon hobby, Primam really enjoys elemancy (the art of crafting elemental spell flasks in universe to FFXV). She has a number of journals and video recordings of her experiments with elemancy and the effects of varying catalysts to create the desired effects of what she's aiming for!

Tandem has sketchbooks and tends to make blueprints of weapon designs. He likes thinking of ways to make weapons more easily imbued with elemancy to play off of Primam's enthusiasm as well as her natural control over magic and elemancy. But other than that, he does a lot of life drawings and tends to use art as a means to vent.

Otherwise, he also got into blacksmithing as another, more satisfying outlet for frustration that isn't just casual sex in his noncommittal pursuits (because that's also a thing he pursues, but it's not super relevant).

Mollis actually really loves going to the arcade with everyone when she has the opportunity to do so. She commands the high scores on any shooting games, and quickly adapts to any interface malfunctions or sensitivity input readjustments that may be needed. It's legitimately fun for her to keep her aim and perception in check.

Otherwise, she did get into music thanks to her girlfriend, and has been learning how to play violin that she's been enjoying.

Ros got into gardening and taking care of his family's rose garden like his mother before him. He does it out of a sense of obligation and as a means to kind of understand the kind of person his mother was through gardening. Through it, he does find a sense of peace and serenity, and understands better the nurturing nature of what his House is and always has been to the Crown.

Aestus is a chess kind of guy. It's a good way for him to learn about people by seeing how they maneuver and think about a situation before them. So it's not just fun, it's also insightful for him.

As a bit of a curve ball for some, Aestus also likes sewing and making plushies. This is something he picked up for his sisters to give them personalized gifts for their birthdays or seasonal reasons, but he's made other things for some of the other nobles as well.

Vera's very into makeup, which is great for her as a member of House Vox. They aren't known as the 'Family of a Thousand Faces' for nothing, after all. Vera really likes working on ensuring that she can make different enough disguises and appearances that would behoove herself or those within her House if needed. In addition, she does like goofing off with this and also tends to do different accents and impersonations with each appearance she makes if they weren't based on any one person in particular.

... Does trolling the other members of the noble families count? Because Lyra does that a lot -- particularly choosing Primam, Tandem, or Mollis as her targets. Tandem is not as fun as a target, though, because he'll shoot right back with something just as nasty or meanspirited.

Real talk, though, Lyra does tend to actually do a lot of scrap booking and poetry. Ros is the one who suggested scrap booking to her -- just taking a number of little things like photos or good memories and compiling them together. Since she values Ros as a really close friend to her and as the only person she believes actually sees her, she has taken the time to do it, and it has helped.

Nebula likes ventriloquism! This is something that she saw people on television do, and she thought that it was such a neat and fun little thing that she practices and is pretty good at ventriloquy herself now. It's actually proven itself as a useful skill to get away from other people, because when you can throw your voice and confuse people as to where you are, you can slip away in the opposite direction.

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An Emotional Maelstrom

This story runs in tandem to A Winter Storm, it's the same time frame but from Leonardo's pov. Minor TW for lots of alcohol/drinking so if either one bothers you don't read. Also I don't speak Italian but I believe the tiny bit of Italian I use is correct from asking but I could still be wrong and sorry if I am.

???: How much longer does she have?

???: Maybe a half hour an hour if we're really lucky. I failed them Leonardo, I kept telling her everything would be fine!

Leonardo: Hey take it easy ok, I know you did everything you could. How are the bambinos

????: They're perfectly healthy but she didn't even get to hold them. She did all this work and…

Leonardo: Okay enough of that now…

One of the babies started crying loudly and Arthur got up to tend to him. Leonardo stood there looking down at Mitsuki.

I had a bad feeling about today, thought it was just because of the weather but…

Leonardo saw Mitsukis eyes flutter open and he bent down to her.

Leonardo: Cara Mia?

Mitsuki: I want my sons. Please I can't leave them I want …

Leonardo leaned in closer and whispered in Mitsukis ear.

Leonardo: Come on Cara Mia you already broke my heart no need to kill it.

Mitsuki: I'm sorry Leonardo.

Leonardo could feel her fading, she only had a matter of minutes. He froze for only a second then he was gently moving her hair away from her neck.

Leonardo: You really are too sweet.

Leonardo sank his fangs deep into Mitsukis neck and he felt her body jolt beneath him.

Your scent was already incredibly sweet but your taste is so much better. I'm so sorry Mitsuki but I can't…. I can't lose you again, especially not for good.

Just as Leonardo sensed Mitsuki starting to change he heard a gasp.

???: What are you doing?

Arthur: Leonardo…

Leonardo took one last look at Mitsuki then stood up wiping the last traces of her blood from his lips with the back of his hand.

Leonardo: I'm going to my room.

Arthur: Leonardo wait! Damn it!

Leonardo knew Arthur was still talking but he didn't care. He left Mitsukis room and headed straight for Comtes wine cellar grabbing several of the best bottles before returning to his room and locking himself inside. He set most of the bottles on the bed then pushed a pile of books off the sofa onto the floor and sunk down into it while uncorking the first bottle with his teeth.

Che diavolo sto facendo! How could I do that to her, when did I lose all my common sense?

Leonardo couldn't say exactly when he had fallen in love with Mitsuki but before he knew it it had happened. He didn't spend a lot of time with her when she first came to the mansion, the day after she had arrived Theo had announced she'd be working with him and that was that. He was relieved actually, he was worried about this little lamb who had wandered into a strange new place and didn't want to see her hurt. He knew Theo was trustworthy and would look out for her, he might be tough on the surface but he had a good heart and he knew exactly how to deal with Arthur.

Time went by and Leonardo saw them getting closer, he didn't think it was entirely smart with her heading back to her own time soon but it also wasn't any of his business. Then one day at breakfast Arthur asked about their relationship then Jean asked what everyone else was thinking

Jean: So does that mean you're staying in this world?

Mitsuki never answered Jean that day but a few days later she told everyone she was staying. Leonardo was genuinely glad, he liked having her around and thought she softened up the place. After she decided to stay they had plenty of time and opportunity to interact with each other and he let the memories flow in as he drank. The memories kept coming and Leonardo kept drinking. Some were memories of little things others were of conversations they had or things they did together. Leonardo couldn't pinpoint exactly when he fell in love with her but he could pinpoint the day he realized he was

***

Leonardo are you in there?

Come on in Cara Mia, just watch your step.

You really need to clean up this room.

It's fine the way it is, what did you need Cara Mia or is this a personal visit?

What no!? I just wanted to know if you had a book on art history I could wahhh…

Mitsuki had lost her footing and grabbed onto him probably to try and steady herself but instead they both just ended up falling onto his bed.

Hehe well now you sure this isn't a personal visit?

I'm absolutely certain! I just fell over all this stuff on your floor.

****

He remembered they were so close together and her scent overwhelmed him and it took everything he had to control the bloodlust creeping up on him.

Ya that was it. Never could look at her the way I had before after that. I should have left as soon as I realized it, idiota.

Leonardo was vaguely aware of the passing of time. Both Isaac and Arthur had come banging on his door at some point during the night but he continued to sit on the sofa and drink. Then at some point after the sun rose Napoleon had come knocking as well. Then sometime in the afternoon he heard a light knock.

???: Leonardo I know you're in there. If you hadn't made it home I would have lost my little sister. I don't know if it was just good luck or something else but I'm glad you were here when she needed you. I'm leaving some blanc and rogue outside your door for you.

Leonardo listened to Vincent's footsteps receding down the hall.

Good luck or something else huh I wonder that myself. I wonder what Cara Mia will think of it.

Leonardo thought back to yesterday morning. He could tell there would be a storm later that day. Originally he was thinking of staying home but when he was walking down the hallway he came across Mitsuki and Theo locked in a passionate kiss and he changed his mind. He skipped breakfast and headed into town to help out a few buddies but something was gnawing at him all day that he just couldn't place.

In five hundred or so years he'd learn to trust his instincts and so he decided to head back much earlier than he originally planned on. He thought it was a good thing at the time as the light snow had quickly turned into a fierce blizzard. If he had been a human he would of died out there in it no question, hell even as a pureblood he had thought of trying to find some shelter and just stay put until it ended but that gnawing feeling was just getting worse so he kept going. When he got back to the mansion Isaac was scurrying down the stairs and looked panicked.

Leonardo: You okay Isaac?

Isaac: Leonardo!

Isaac ran over to Leonardo and tugged at his arm.

Isaac: There's no time you need to…

Leonardo: Calm down and breathe Isaac, now what's going on?

Isaac: Just go upstairs to Mitsukis room fast Arthur can tell you better than I can. I need to get milk….

Leonardo remembered the fear and anger that came over him at Isaac's words. The memory was so strong that the fear and anger overtook him once again, this time though they were mixed with guilt. He stood up and walked over to his bed grabbing one of the two remaining bottles of wine and slumped down against his bookcase. He thought back to that spring day when things had changed between him and Mitsuki

***

Leonardo: You shouldn't have been put in a position where you could die. It was reckless of the both of you Cara Mia and it should never have happened.

Mitsuki: What?

Leonardo: You heard me just fine

***

Leonardo: He should be feeling guilty, this love as you keep calling it could end up killing you!

Mitsuki: Are you seriously questioning after all these years if Theo and I love each other?

***

Thinking about that day only made things worse and Leonardo drank back the last bottle in one go. The day kept passing by in relative silence except for when one or both babies cried, adding to his torment and making him wish he'd made at least another trip to the wine cellar before locking himself in.

Some time late in the night he heard the lock on his door jiggling and then a click as the door slowly opened.

???: Leonardo.

Leonardo: Unless you brought something good to drink with you I don't want to see you Comte, even then it would have to be really good stuff.

Comte slowly pushed the door open just wide enough so he could enter. He was holding a tray with what Leonardo guessed was the blanc and rogue Vincent had left for him as well as some rare wine and very expensive whiskey.

Leonardo: Trying to bribe me into talking to you?

Comte: I just thought that you'd like something good if you're going to stay locked up in here.

Leonardo leaned forwards and snatched a bottle of whiskey off the tray and started downing the contents. His old friend sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him.

Comte: Can I ask you something, as your oldest friend?

Leonardo: Go ahead.

Comte: I know your own views on turning humans into vampires and why you're against it, I also know what you thought of me bringing back people even if you never said it.

Leonardo: Is that question hiding in there somewhere?

Comte: Why Leonardo?

Leonardo: Good question.

Leonardo looked at Comte for a moment before returning to the bottle of whiskey.Finally his old friend gave up on waiting for an answer and left him alone again.

Guess I've done a better job of hiding it then even I thought if you're asking me that Comte. Well did a better job of hiding it anyways…

***

Leonardo: I had a heart Cara Mia, but you broke it the day you married Theo.

Mitsuki: ….

***

Never should have told her that, sure as hell ain't going to start telling other people especially now. I really shouldn't be thinking about this but I couldn't take my eyes off her as she came down the stairs that day.

****

(You're absolutely breathtaking Cara Mia)

I'm ready Theo.

…..

(You seriously not going to say anything to her?)

…You're beautiful.

T-Theo, You look very handsome too.

****

I was barely holding it together then my “friend” had to go and open his mouth.

****

But Mitsuki looks so beautiful. She has a smile on her face so bright she looks like she's glowing. I hate to admit it but you're the only one who can do that for her, Theo.

****

That was when my heart started breaking when I realized just how right my old friend was and it finished breaking when Mitsuki finished her vows. Really should of left this place after that but ... . Who am I trying to fool huh? The day I realized I was in love with her I knew I could never be away from her even if she does love someone else.

Leonardo's emotions were spiraling further out of control the more memories came flooding through him, as well as the more he drank to drown those memories in. By the time the sun had risen again Leonardo had finished off both bottles of whiskey and started working on the wine.

Just like the day before the mansion was eerily silent except for the occasional ear splitting cry from one of the infants. After Le Comtes visit Leonardo had been left alone by everyone until so late in the afternoon it was almost evening.

???: Leonardo? Comte wanted me to come tell you that Mitsuki is…

Leonardo was off the floor and flinging open the door before Vincent could finish speaking.

Vincent: Awake.

Leonardo: How long?

Vincent: Not very, she woke up looking for the babies. Did you want to…

Leonardo: No.

Vincent: But…

Leonardo shut the door on Vincent and his protests. He ran his hand through his hair then knocked over a stack of books in frustration.

Please…please be ok Cara Mia.

Late afternoon became evening which turned into late evening. The whole time Leonardo sat on his floor worrying about how Mitsukis change had gone. He'd seen enough in his life and with his own experiments with alchemy he had sworn to himself to never turn anyone but when he was faced with losing her permanently all he could think about was that fear and what she had said that day

I'll do anything I need to…

Even if she was fine now would she be able to withstand near eternity? There was too much uncertainty and he wouldn't blame her for hating him for eternity. Leonardo reached for a bottle and groaned when he found it empty but just then there was a knock on his door.

???: Leonardo I'm coming in.

Leonardo: Cara Mia! What are you doing here?

Mitsuki: We're all having a very late dinner so I came to get you, and also so that you can see I'm fine.

Leonardo just stared at Mitsuki, not able to say anything. He looked her over and physically she looked fine except for her eyes that were full of worry.

Mitsuki: Leonardo, I can't begin to imagine what you feel inside but I just wanted to say thank you.

Leonardo: Why would you thank me after what I did to you Cara Mia, what I took from you.

Mitsuki: You may have taken my human life from me but, because of you I’m still here. I get to see my boys grow up, I get to stay with the man I love and my family. My whole family.

Leonardo almost jerked back when Mitsuki placed her hand on his, her warmth flowing into him.

That's not the only thing I'm talking about here Cara Mia. I never should have done what I did to you that day, said what I said.

Mitsuki: Comte has been beside himself worrying about you. He doesn't understand what happened, none of them do but I think I know. It's because of that conversation we had in the garden isn't it?

Leonardo's eyes darted away from hers then went wide.

Is that how you've been thinking of it all this time, just a conversation? You never told Theo what actually happened did you? I always wondered why he never came breaking down my door…

Mitsuki: I don't want for things to get even more awkward or strange between us Leonardo. I'm perfectly happy and I'm still me, though I guess my appetites changed for good now. Please Leonardo.

You really are too sweet for your own good Cara Mia. I may live for eternity but even with all that time I'll never be half the person you are…

Leonardo: Those bambinos are loud, guess I should at least meet them since they're gonna be keeping the whole mansion awake.

Mitsuki: Haha ya they are, they weren't big fans of the goats milk Sebastian had for them at first but they're happier now so hopefully they won't be as loud.

Leonardo stood up and looked at Mitsukis smiling face.

Mitsuki: There's something I want to know Leonardo are you wahhh…

Leonardo: Again Cara Mia?

Leonardo was once again laying in his bed with Mitsuki.

Mitsuki: It's not my fault! I tripped on that wine bottle, or maybe that one. You really need to clean your room Leonardo and if you won't do it then…

Leonardo placed one of his hands over Mitsukis mouth.

Leonardo: Don't say anything else, I can't take any more of your kindness right now. If I didn't know any better I'd swear you really were trying to kill my heart.

Leonardo watched as Mitsukis eyebrows scrunched together and then her eyes widened. She nodded once and he removed his hand from her mouth.

Mitsuki: I'm sorry Leonardo.

Leonardo:That's enough now. You never need to be sorry for anything that's happened Cara Mia, understand me?

Leonardo waited for Mitsuki to nod her head again before he lifted himself off his bed then helped her up after him and turned her towards the door.

Leonardo: Let's go see those bambinos, just watch your step this time.

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I’m a little confused about the whole emblems being versions of the main lords that finished their games. They are all in their starting classes even though emblems like Micaiah can’t stay in their base class. Also the emblems from path of radiance have their radiant dawn designs but Tiki has her mystery of the emblem design and Veronica is extra confusing because she has her book 6 design but her personality is the one she had at the START of feh (and also no horse). I guess it makes sense for Corrin because her promotions are route locked but it feels like a missed opportunity for the others, like the three houses kids could have their promoted Timeskip versions actually working in tandem with each other!

Is there something I missed?

Imo Micaiah is because they didn't wanted to use the Daien outfit since this one is only canon thanks to Cipher and is her most iconic design. After all Ike is in his begining class of RD and not as a Vanguard unlike the end game, so it's taking that into account. Most of the protag if not all are mainly showing them in their starting class outfit because it's their most iconic outfit

Tiki's design being from mystery make sense considering Marth also has his mystery design

Veronica is a bit of a weird case yes

The 3H lords is easy, it's to avoid any conflict considering the canon since they would be FORCED to talk about the route Byleth choose when the most neutral phase of 3H is White Clouds, plus the main point of 3H is that past timeskip the lords can't works together

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I saw your reblog of my bird post! :) Thanks for answering!

Just a few more questions - could you tell me more about nightjars in general? Would it be possible to keep them as pets? I actually had to Google them because I didn’t know what they were before, but I think they're neat!

Thanks!!

Oh hi!! I'm glad I could help! :}

I love nightjars a lot, but unfortunately the consensus is that they would make very bad pets haha (and not just because they kind of have a bad reputation in a lot of cultures, kind of like how crows are seen as "birds of death") Also some species are endangered, so you wouldn’t be able to keep those ones, anyways.

But I will gladly take this opportunity to tell you more about nightjars >:}

Nightjars are pretty much all nocturnal, although they'll go out around dawn and dusk to hunt (depending on the species). Interestingly enough, they have been observed to lay their eggs in tandem with the full moon (usually one week after the full moon happens). Nobody seems to be super sure why this happens??? But they usually have pretty small clutches, and they nest on the ground!

Sorry, did I say "nest"? I mean they just lay their eggs on the ground. No nest required! (And you thought pigeons were lazy.)

They like to hang around livestock to eat the bugs around them, or they'll sit near street lamps (sometimes on the road!) at night to catch moths and whatnot that hang around the light. Their eyes reflect light, so they are pretty easy to see in the dark if you’re paying attention. They fly very quietly, though!

I'll stop there to keep this short-ish, but if you have any more questions about birds, please feel free to ask! I love birds so much and I'll always be willing to talk about them haha

[trenchcoatsbi]

1)i've realized that the snippets the chatfic have incorrect quotes vibes. i might submit them to a generator for the funsies

2) I'm still Not Normal about Racer but hey let's talk about Spot for a bit.

So when I first stumbled upon the Brooklyn newsies, I didn't actually know who Spot was for like a month. It was only after I decided to tag along with whoever I had been following that day all the way back to wherever the larger group stayed, and I saw everybody (most of which were pretty rambunctious and not willing to back down for anything) give full control and respect to Spot. who was the smallest person in the room.

Seriously why was he so short. I genuinely thought his nickname was because he was short for like a year.

Anyways, I ended up gaining my first street name because guess who was an idiot and stole something from Spot? yeah me. Idk why I thought that was a smart move.

Thankfully Spot noticed that I was a thin and pale child who's voice was weirdly shaky (I had anxiety 👍 (i cannot shake it in any life)) and was NOT wearing proper fall clothes because I was stubborn. Because of this he decided not to bash my head in, especially after learning that I had been giving the newsies some extra cash because I could. He ended up taking me under his wing and taught me some skills and tips in case I'd ever end up on the streets. which you know, I did. technically by my own choice but still.

I think I spent around 3~ years as a member of the brooklyn newsies. I wasn't buying my own papes to sell, but some of the guys got a few extras and handed them off to me, with the agreement that I'd give them half the profits to help cover the extra cost. During this time Spot had a bit of a soft spot for me, first simply because I was an easy source of extra cash, and then later on because I was clearly a kid who needed a bit of freedom and affection from somebody who saw me as Magpie, not Alex.

I never said it to his face, but I always did see Spot as a older sibling figure. He was really nice, and although I couldn't hold my own against a 1v1 fight, but he taught me how to defend myself and to use a weapon in tandem with my parkour skills to maximize my damage to somebody attacking me.

I do remember that some time after the strike, Racer's gambling ring got big enough to warrant a building to hold seminightly hang outs. This was all because after the strike and the rally with all the newsies coming to hear us out, some new friendships were made and Racer got so so many more opportunities to earn money. Anyways, during these meetings, me, Racer, and Spot were seen as the kings of the ring. Spot because he scared literally everybody, Racer because he was the one in charge, and me because Those Two. That's my brother and my could-have-been-boyfriend - Voidling Anon

i dont think im familiar with this source but that sounds so cool!! spot sounds like such a lovely fella :D

i always love older sibling/younger sibling type of relationships, even if theyre not like actually blood related siblings and its just a found family type of thing (actually that almost makes it better sometimes /hj)

also love the ring kings hehe ill doodle yall sometime if you want!

ty for sharing voidling <3

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The Commodity Channel Index and the Descending Triangle: A Power Duo for Ninja Forex Traders The forex market is like a never-ending game of whack-a-mole—every time you think you've got it figured out, the market throws a new twist your way. You’re probably familiar with the Commodity Channel Index (CCI) and Descending Triangle as individual tools, but what if I told you these two underappreciated gems, when combined, can unlock some of the sharpest, most precise trading entries you’ll ever see? Today, we’re going beyond the obvious to discover the elite tactics that truly set the pros apart from the rest of the pack. But before we jump in, let’s have some real talk—because I’ve been there. You’re sitting at your computer, eyes practically glued to your chart, only for it to betray you—as if the market itself whispered, “Nice try” right as your position took a nosedive. Yeah, it’s like that time I bought a fancy blender because smoothies sounded like a great idea, only to let it collect dust while I went back to eating Pop-Tarts for breakfast. Trading without understanding what these indicators can really do together is kind of like that—a missed opportunity. So let’s dust off the proverbial blender, shall we? The Commodity Channel Index (CCI): Your Secret Weapon for Market Bias First off, the Commodity Channel Index (CCI) is one of those indicators that lurks in the shadows while its siblings—like RSI and MACD—steal the limelight. But there's a certain thrill in wielding a lesser-known weapon. CCI helps you understand whether an asset is overbought or oversold, using a somewhat complex mathematical formula. No need to worry about the algebra, though—the key is understanding that CCI helps expose opportunities that others aren’t seeing. Most traders use CCI for trend analysis. It operates on a scale of +100 to -100, with anything above +100 suggesting that an asset is overbought and anything below -100 indicating oversold conditions. But here’s the magic: instead of following the masses and assuming a trend reversal every time CCI hits an extreme, what about diving in deeper and considering market context, price patterns, and support zones? In other words, don’t just react—be proactive. CCI becomes the Robin to your Batman—useful, effective, and always a step ahead if used properly. Descending Triangle Patterns: The Sneaky Setup You Can't Ignore Imagine a market setup that’s almost like a suspense thriller, but with a predictable ending—that’s the descending triangle for you. Picture the market repeatedly failing to break a support level, while lower highs form a descending trendline. It’s like a tightrope walker running out of room—eventually, a break’s coming. But the twist? Knowing when to expect it. A Descending Triangle occurs when the market consistently tests a support level, while each subsequent bounce forms a lower high. Essentially, the pressure is building until, ultimately, that support gives way. While many traders approach this moment cautiously, ninja traders recognize it for the opportunity it is—a lucrative breakout waiting to happen. Bringing CCI and Descending Triangles Together: Where Magic Happens Alright, so you know what CCI does and how the descending triangle behaves—but let’s fuse them together for a game-changing strategy. Picture this: You spot a descending triangle on your favorite currency pair. You're patiently waiting for the market to get squeezed until it can’t take the pressure any longer. Before you pounce, you check your CCI. If the CCI is hovering below -100 as the price nears the triangle's support, it’s almost like the market whispering in your ear, "Get ready for a prime opportunity, my friend." Using CCI in tandem with the descending triangle, you’re not just looking for any break—you're searching for a validated breakout with the oversold CCI hinting that momentum has more room to run. When that support finally cracks, you're not just hoping it’ll go your way—you have the added confirmation from the CCI, suggesting that momentum is backing you up. That’s like having an extra kick of caffeine in your coffee—a bit of insurance that gets you revved up for the move ahead. Why Most Traders Get It Wrong (And How You Can Avoid It) The problem with most traders is they’re obsessed with taking a swing at every pitch—and you know how that usually ends: with more strikeouts than home runs. That’s where the combined power of CCI and descending triangles offers a massive advantage. Unlike a one-dimensional indicator strategy, this combination gives you dual confirmation—making the setup much more reliable. Most traders incorrectly assume that every descending triangle will lead to a bearish breakout, or they’re too hasty to enter before the setup is ready. Combining CCI allows you to confirm the momentum is in your favor before making a move. It’s all about patience—like resisting the urge to eat those brownies right out of the oven (believe me, I've learned that lesson the hard way). Step-by-Step Guide: Trading CCI + Descending Triangle Like a Ninja - Identify the Descending Triangle: Look for a support level being repeatedly tested, while lower highs are formed, giving the shape of a descending triangle. - Check the CCI: Wait for the CCI to dip below -100. This tells you that the market has entered oversold territory, hinting at a higher probability of a momentum continuation. - Wait for Breakout Confirmation: Let the price break below the triangle’s support and close below it. Once you have this confirmation, you’re in business. - Enter the Trade: After the close below support, enter a short position. Place your stop-loss just above the most recent lower high of the triangle. - Set a Target: Your profit target can be measured by taking the height of the triangle and projecting it downwards from the breakout point. Hidden Patterns: The Real Ninja Advantage Remember, combining CCI with a descending triangle isn’t just about taking advantage of visible breakouts—it’s about understanding the psychology behind the market. The descending triangle illustrates how the bears are gradually overpowering the bulls, while the CCI gives a behind-the-scenes view of the momentum shifts, hinting at more selling pressure. A real ninja move here is to look for divergence between the CCI and price. If the price is forming lower highs but the CCI is forming higher lows, you’ve got a divergence signal. It’s like when someone says they’re fine, but you just know they’re about to break—momentum is losing steam, and you might just be able to capitalize on an unexpected reversal. Pro Tip: Managing Emotions Like a Ninja Here's the thing—forex trading is about 80% psychology, and only 20% technical skills. If you don't believe me, just remember the last time you hit that panic button, turned a manageable loss into a disaster, and felt like an extra on a bad soap opera. Using a solid combo like CCI and descending triangles allows you to remain confident. You’re not jumping in blindly—you’re executing a well-calculated move. And that’s where real profit opportunities lie. Elite Tactics: Where to Go From Here If you’ve made it this far, congratulations—you’re already ahead of the game. Now it's time to take these insights and put them into action. But here's the kicker—having a strategy is great, but knowing when and why to apply it in the right context is what separates the pros from the amateurs. If you’re ready for more, check out some of our resources for elite strategies and in-depth analysis that’ll take you from good to great. - Stay informed on groundbreaking concepts with exclusive, real-time updates at Forex News Today. - Expand your knowledge with our advanced courses at Free Forex Courses. - Join the StarseedFX community for daily insights at StarseedFX Community. Wrap Up: Let the Strategies Serve You Combining CCI with descending triangles gives you a one-two punch—a setup that’s reliable, backed by momentum, and clear to identify. It’s not about overcomplicating your charts with a gazillion indicators—it’s about taking two powerful tools and wielding them with precision. Treat these strategies like a trusty pair of sneakers that always deliver—not a flashy but uncomfortable pair of shoes that let you down when you least expect it. Now, go out there and give it a shot. But before you do, let me know—what has been your experience with using CCI in your trading? Have you ever paired it with descending triangles before? Drop your comments below, and let’s get the conversation going! —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

[astarab1aze]

Dex couldn't deny the creep of foreboding within him, brows furrowing as slender fingers rose to fix his glasses, tongue idly pressing to the roof of his mouth. He could never understand how Fait managed against men just like this, so often encouraging their advances in a bizarre reciprocal dance that was simply entirely alien to the anxious boy; Men like this were imposing, sinister, and predatory, and while he might've liked those qualities in his silly computer game characters, he wasn't so sure he enjoyed them in real-world applications. Intimidated, quite, to the point he could only stutter his way through conversation. Ordinarily, that would've been much more embarrassing than it'd been in the moment, but the fright dominated his emotions, and gray-hazel flickered just a centimeter higher from the spot on his cheek - still not quite looking him in the eye, but close enough.

What were his true intentions? It couldn't have just been for touristy nonsense... But Dex couldn't be sure one way or the other, fingers pushing the register closed in tandem with a thick swallow. There was no way in Hell Dex could ever do, barely enough to constitute as a young man and certainly not enough to suit whatever the other's purposes were in truth; He was a fresh immigrant here, just a boy from some rural town in Washington state, brought across the pond by the likes of V and Garrett following the... deaths of his parents and sister. They plucked him out of the dark of his basement, cornered by ghosts and devils of a kind, and offered him his one and only escape from the same fate. He stood, trembling somewhat before the man he didn't think he could trust at all, at the bar because of them, and he worked at Devil May Cry in his naive but genuine effort to repay their kindness. But he was no savior to himself, nor was he particularly useful in any regard, and his experience here and now had proved that well enough to him - as if it needed to be. He couldn't fathom why any of the patrons here, new or otherwise, would pick him out and talk to him. Tangential thoughts, mostly, amplifying existing distress.

He bit into his cheek then, and tried his best to cling to what scraps of normalcy that'd somehow remained, swallowing the knot in his throat. It didn't matter whether this man, whose energy he couldn't place but found sickeningly familiar - as if he'd known it well, had been around it so long it was almost instinctive by this point - was in for a spot of real estate shopping; There was something off about his intentions, the slimy sweet tone of his voice, and the intensity of his stare that stole the breath right out of him. He persisted even so, offering a tiny nod and, against his better judgment, relenting - the thought of incurring a negative review and the consequences thereafter... He didn't want to deal much with Garrett if he could avoid it; He had one devil of a temper.

"I-I don't know much about Red Grave. N-not from here, a-and I don't...really get out much," he admitted, stammering his way through it, taking this opportunity to scramble for a glass and a bottle of brandy about the shelves behind the bar - suddenly anxious to perform a task he didn't think he was qualified for. Anything was better than shaking like a shitting dog in front of man like that, especially not one that was so, so-- No, the moment he confessed as much to himself was the moment he'd have to flag down Fait or Saryn, and he found himself wanting to deal with them less. With his back turned and a fresh glass in hand, he ignored the burning of those eyes - or at least, he tried. "I-it was, um, destroyed. N-not entirely sure what happened, e-everyone says it was pretty bad, though. B-but...people are coming back, r-rebuilding." He wanted to escape, hide in the back office, still a mite too fearful for his own good it seemed. He poured enough brandy to cover about half the little glass, and carefully dropped an ice cube in the middle - hoping it was enough. "L-look, just because I work here, d-doesn't mean I know anything - a-and I don't really."

A brave face, he tried, and turned around to face the stranger, abandoning the bottle on the shelf and settling the glass just before him, on a Foster's coaster. Those eyes - it felt like they were eating him alive, searing into his skin something hidden and untennable yet charming nonetheless. This could only be ruinous, trecherous, but- Service was perhaps part of his job description...

"I-I told you, y-you're better off talking to Saryn o-or Fait," he went on, as yet still unwilling to look the man directly in the eyes, shoulders trembling right up into his ears. He hated how pathetic he must've appeared, caught like a fly in a spider's web, cocooned in pointless quivering. Was he not right to be afeared of such presence? "Th-those two get around, o-or I think there's a visitor's center nearby."

There was something to this city, and even sightless eyes would know it. To walk these old cobbles and pass through haunted streets took a special breed of man: one of dauntless heart and open mind, and all the same they would hear the whispers, sense the chills, see the dark shadows darting round corners. Ghosts were not all that occupied Red Grave, for it was dubbed the "city of devils" with just cause. And because spooks, ghouls, and goblins liked to have their mischief, night and day, there was need for protection when mischief evolved into aggression, bloodletting, possession.

Devils liked it here, for whatever reason, and no amount of cleansing or exorcism deterred them. Hell's denizens alone were chiefly responsible for so much of the human suffering here; after all, had it not been ambitious devils, millennia old, who had planted the infernal tree with designs to reap its sacred fruit in two thousand years time? A lot had changed since then. Sylus only laughed when the Qliphoth was so easily cut down after just a few weeks. A catastrophic failure, and he could not help being smug about it.

Red Grave City, then, was battered within an inch of its life. However, the human spirit was surprisingly indomitable: because almost as soon as the place was written off as unsalvageable, the demons roaming the streets were pushed back, and back, and back; and it was a little embarrassing for their uppers, who rather needed a dejected and abandoned people to stock their nine circles.

A handful of short years later, it turned out a small business in one of the less ravaged regions of the city was the one responsible for the chain of executive decisions that led to the assignment of one fatally talented devil to head operations there. He wasn't all too pleased. But the reports were true, he couldn't deny the statistics he had to pore over; and on stepping through the threshold to this modest pub called Devil May Cry, Sylus couldn't quite believe how much trouble they were worth based on looks alone. But, his eyes in the sky (and on the streets) made him privy to what he should expect, and so he came prepared.

The name, Devil May Cry, was better known for its head office, managed by an aging mongrel of both human and devil blood, who was, by name only, better known to demonkind than even the shop he stubbornly kept open. And at the rate he was growing his reputation, he would become better known than even his scandalous father. However, that was an entire kettle of fish that had nothing to do with Sylus nor was it worth anything to him or his various business ventures. Someone else could handle that; he had Red Grave City to subdue. He aimed to start with the step that would pose the most difficulty and danger, effectively a cut of fresh meat offering himself to a cackle of hyenas. There was calculation to a seemingly reckless move, however.

It was only an added benefit that the two grown ups in charge were currently out of town. The ease with which he sat himself down at the bar, hanging his sunglasses from his shirt collar, spoke to a man who did not belong among more plain folk. He was sharply dressed, confident, silver-haired and crimson-eyed, and he had pinned the awkward, small fish he was going to try his luck with first. In the background, a well-known pop song from the 1980s was playing from an old-fashioned jukebox, which felt a little unusual for the atmosphere. He ignored it in favor of the pair of soft, gray-hazel eyes darting nervously through wide-rimmed spectacles. He could only manage to ease further into his seat, prop his arms up and fold them over the counter.

If his subordinates hadn't kept tabs on the place, he would not have had any names with which to bait his hook. But, "Dexter" slithered out of his mouth like a buttery serpent, and it had exactly the effect he was aiming for. It helped that the employees' name tags were legible, and there was about an hour of daylight remaining that still seeped in through the windows. Despite other very young men working this evening, Sylus paid none of them mind, and maybe that intense attention he was bestowing unto the mousy one was excessive or else he might have approached Sylus sooner. But he was a customer, wasn't he? He hadn't been served, even spoken to, yet, and that just wouldn't do if they wanted to keep their business in good standing! An employee's duty to the paying customer would never fail, and Sylus had brought more than enough money to keep himself drinking all night if he had to. He would rather not.

His fingers tapped on the counter instead. Like a hawk, eyes were locked onto their target, watching every twitch, every breath, every pupil dilation; like a vulture, he smelled every scent, everything that hid behind the cover of alcohol, cooking oil, and the sweat of the undervalued working man—many of whom were sitting around him, not bothering with third glances. There had been a familiarly infernal scent to the place, too, and he was certain he was feeling that distinct darkness from at least two of the other boys buzzing around. Interesting. But it was the sweat of nervousness and anxiety that he dug his talons into, marking the scent into his olfactory nerve, committing it to memory for later. Like he had time to burn, he smiled languidly, invitingly, and he would admit to cheating a little in exercising some ethereal charm just to make his task that much easier. Devils of his ilk were effortless about it, giving away nothing as they simply worked a kind of magic with their eyes, smiles, voices, touches—it didn't matter, the success rate was high. Weak-willed humans folded so easily, it was almost a bore; and to no one's surprise, he got on that boy's nerves.

And his smile pulled wider at the embarrassing performance before him. The boy looked so spooked, like a deer in headlights, when he looked at Sylus for a second too fleeting. Oh, that can't be good, he observed privately, sarcastic about the pity he felt for someone so hopeless. It was funny, even cute, that he could evoke such a strong reaction from someone with nothing more than eye contact. Of course, not wanting to lose his prey so quickly, he composed himself with ease. If he had anticipated seeing such a dither, he would have gone for a straightforward approach when coming in. Oh, but the fear he was suddenly scenting in the room was exciting to his blood, and he enjoyed the look of it so plainly plastered all over the mousy boy's face. It was all over him, a blanket of insecurity, and nothing was more assuring to Sylus that he had been right to target the weakest link in the chain.

He won't even make eye contact with me. Am I that intimidating? The thought was humorous to him; and it was usually true. The tapping of his fingers ceased when he finally found his opportunity to speak. "I think you'll do." Steady, relaxed, confident: hopefully, his attitude was infectious. An arm came up and he leaned his temple against curled knuckles, far too at ease with a complete stranger. "Though it would be nice if you looked at the person you're talking to. It feels like you're just staring through me." A tip, if the boy wanted to avoid offending others in the future; Sylus didn't mind, he thought it was all amusing, but few people would take the avoidance as well as he had.

"While I did come in for a drink, I'm also interested in information. You see, I'm moving to this city and I'd like to know more about what it's like living here. This neighborhood looks promising, but I'd like to be sure before making any financial commitments." Lying came so easily to him, he did not flinch for a second, did not even shed a bead of sweat from any amount of insecurity or lost a beat in hesitation. His breathing was level, smooth, and he continued boring his smoldering eyes into Dexter's weaker, avoidant pair. However, someone as shy as he would probably be wary of everything and everyone around him, so Sylus had to hope the boy was naive enough to buy into good looks, an alluring voice and charming words. "You must live here, right? And working at this bar should acquaint you with the locals. I'd like to know about them, too." Are any of them hopeless? Looking for a way out? A friendly, encouraging turn to his lips touched his eyes only for a second, only to prove he wasn't some creep who liked chatting up young strangers. "You look smart: I'm sure anything you can tell me will help. Just take your time," he said, a small effort to calm the boy's nerves, "though, I would like a brandy, actually, if it isn't asking too much."

[quandaryqueen]

Like father, like child

Gotham Oswald Cobblepot X Reader

You were running for the student council as President and your father couldn't be more proud of you and excited about it.

A familial fic! Because I love those things. I wa conflicted whether to add Nygmobblepot into the mixture of this fun little thing, but I decided against it... For now.

Also, subtle Barbara Gordon X Reader moments

🤍 Let's begin by saying, Oswald will never put a distance between him and his children, despite he is busy, he will try his best to always make time for you and Martin (He is your big brother, okay?) Talk about school, his business, life, perhaps some proverbs thrown around, advice, talks from the past, sometimes he'd fondly talk about the grandmother you never met.

But as a young, blossoming child, you take his lectures seriously as any children who look up to their parents. Oswald being Oswald, sometimes his life hacks are... Unorthodox. Borderline Illegal or completly illegal.

🖤 When you ran for President, or rather, attempted to run for President, you were met with a disappointing fact that someone had already registered to run as President, leaving Vice President as the highest spot you can fill in. You were a little disappointed but you took what you have and dropped the news during dinner.

"I'm running for Vice President."

"That's wonderful news! I believe you have it in you to lead." Your father beams from the end of the table.

"Thank you father. Though I am a bit disappointed, I wanted to run as President but someone had already taken the spot."

... oh dear.

"Is that so?" Your father says. "That's what is stopping you from becoming President?"

🤍 As adviced by father dearest, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Along with that, you took it upon yourself to watch over them and it lead you to some beneficial revelations.

And they certainly made it easy for you, and here you thought you were about to plant false evidence in their person. Well, you found out a certain candidate for President has been going behind school taking to forge handwritings and make a service out of making receipts, doing others' homeworks, in exchange for cash.

🖤 The runner-up for President became vacant when photos of them were anonymously submitted in the Principal's office and had them expelled. News to you, well you were just happy that you can sign up for the candidacy.

🤍 With your father's encouragement, the spot of President was made available all the sudden. With this opportunity, you take in a close friend as Vice President.

"Are you sure I got what it takes?" The redhead asks.

"Of course Barbara. You're a hardworking student and you stand by what's right. With you and I work in tandem as Vice President and President, we'll be able to lead the school to a better direction!"

"Well, if you think so..." She giggled nervously, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Excellent."

🖤 Your father ran for mayor and he certainly knows myriads of things regarding promoting the campaign, along with coming up with feasible platforms to implement in the campus grounds and of course, he was the first person you came to.

"Well back in my day, your Uncle Edward helped me to win as mayor. All you need to do is to believe in yourself and know what you really want to do. I know you are capable of leading, you know you've always been a leader." Your father smiles at you. "Now, make sure you trust your campaign members. You are great as yourself, but you will need a confidant of sorts,"

"I have Barbara Gordon, father."

Your father blinks owlishly, as if making a mental double take. "B-Barbara?"

"Gordon, father. Barbara Gordon... She's... My dearest friend." Your father didn't notice the fondness as you trailed off with a smile, as he was just shocked at the predicament.

"Gordon? As in... Gordon?"

You narrowed your eyes at him the slightest. What's gotten his feathers ruffled? "Yes... Why?"

Oswald shakes his head. "N-never mind, my dove. So tell me, how will you manage the promotions for your campaign?"

... that is him swerving away from the matter. You eye him suspiciously, but decided against prying further, by telling him about your plans.

"Oh I see. Well, your uncle Edward would be happy to help if you need him."

🤍 You didn't need to perform any further borderline Illegal tasks to win the student body over and you won the student election without a hitch. And so there was President Y/N Cobblepot and Vice President Barbara Gordon and the rest of your student council members.

There was a phrase your father had told you, "Not everyone likes peaches." And you were faced with a certain situation wherein you found out those who voted against you refuses you to sit as President.

"The school is in need of necessities stocked in the female rest rooms, along with repairing or replacing the dysfunctional sinks and faucets. Because of the Scarecrow we fear for our lives and we have taken to bring our own water to school instead of drinking from the fountain but some of the bottles are not recycled properly--"

"HONK!" Heckles a student from the back, whilst his friends cackled alongside him, all the while echoing what he exclaimed and soon turned to imitating birds. "QUACK! CHIRP!"

Your Vice President's glare at the students flickered over you and softened. She sees you clench the podium's top, but kept a straight face. Clearing your throat, you proceed with your speech.

🖤 As your father says, "An eye for an eye." But you decided to take some creative liberties.

There were seven of them, a group of friends. But you only intend to take three down.

"I'm sorry but due to your score, you cannot be a scholar." It was easy to sneak in the faculty office to reach into the teacher's desk and search for a student's important papers and alter some answers. And one was down.

"I may have let you off with a warning because I believe you would change but clearly you don't intend to change. First you vandalized the bathroom and now the back of the school! Find another school, you're being expelled." Then there were two.

"Ooh my god, do you remember the student that heckled you? He just died!" Three.

"How unfortunate. What happened?"

"Report says he fell asleep when he was driving and didn't notice when he was approaching the train tracks and ended up getting ran over!" Barbara looks up after reading from her phone.

"Oh dear... He was... Oh..."

"Are you okay?" Barbara holds your hand and squeezes it.

"I-I... He was..." You breathed out, holding your smile back. "It's such a shame, he was so young..."

Barbara falls for your act, worried at how you paled and trembled. Taking you by your arms, she encircle her arms around you. She didn't notice you break from your façade with a smile.

🤍 Listening to your Uncle Edward rant about chemicals, specifically silent killers, does pay off. But you have your father specifically to thank for giving you lessons... And Martin for helping you set up the murder.

"Thank you, Martin. I owe you one." You signed to your brother.

"Next time, inform me in advance instead of waking me up in an ungodly hour." He signs back exasperatedly. "You owe me one."

You merely roll your eyes at him and nodded.

He then asks, "Does father know?"

You froze in your place. Martin took it as a no and nodded to himself.

"Are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, before crossing your arms to your chest. In your panic, you began speaking instead of signing. "You aren't going to tell him, are you?"

"Tell who what?" To your horror, the last person you needed in the room appears by the threshold. You and your older brother turned to your father with wide eyes.

"F-father! How long have you been..."

"I've just arrived... Do I need to know something?" He raised a brow.

🖤 Lying is something that's necessary sometimes... But you didn't see it as necessary at this current moment.

"Can we head to your office to talk instead?" You asked.

Oswald, sensing this might be of importance, agrees. "Of course."

In his office, you began explaining what had happened. The heckling students and their audacity to interrupt your speech and made fun of you and in revenge, well, the most major where you needed help, murdered one of them.

"I see..." Oswald's gaze were distant and you couldn't help but to feel afraid in your seat.

Was he disappointed in you? You tried your best, hell you felt on top of the world with what you have done, but now you were faced by your father did you come to realise a few things about what you did.

You were at the edge of your seat when your father's gaze became more focused, swallowing thickly.

"I'll send in your Uncle Edward to make sure you didn't leave any evidence. What you did was... A little too much, but I see where you're coming from," or rather, he sees himself in you. "I'll be calling you if your Uncle Edward has any news. Why don't we have dinner first?"

"You aren't... Mad at us?" You cautiously asked.

"Why would I be?" His two children working together to eliminate those who try to mock them? It just makes him proud that they will not let anyone trample on them. "Now let's proceed to the dining room. I reckon you must be famished after a long day."

[spectral-apparitions]

I am uhhh asking for maybe some, Swatch × oc × spamton.

For uhhh no specific reason 😳 *cough cough*

-Swatch just adores taking care of you. Even after a day of tending to the needs of others, they still will put in effort to see you smile. Their energy level varies, but if they can't do it now, they'll do it tomorrow.

-Swatch also likes to make sure that you get delicious food, clothing you feel great in, quality products. They see a lot of well made items in their work, as well as the occasional cheap ripoff they have to turn away, so they certainly have standards to judge.

-Spamton on the other hand likes to take advantage of easy opportunities and salvage everything remotely good. He brings you everything he gets even an inkling that you'll like. He does however have pretty good judgement of what you generally like.

-The above does lead to the occasional disagreement...Swatch may get a little harsh in telling Spamton to stop wasting money. Both of them sometimes get a little insecure that they're not giving you good gifts (Spamton because he doesn't buy the most luxurious things, Swatch because they don't find the most personal). They work it out.

-They both have an artistic side.

-Swatch has learned a lot about art theory and tools, although they don't feel the most confident in going all out unless given guidance. Swatch does enjoy sharing tips though, and happily gives any to you or Spamton if desired.

-Spamton is pretty open to suggestion, but mostly he loves to just make whatever is on his mind. His favorite is to paint.

-Swatch will happily supply you with any art supplies you desire. They love to see your creativity shine. They even quietly stick around, hoping you won't mind if they watch you. Of course, they'll give you space if you want it. But they love to watch your process and to see your finished art.

-Spamton also likes to watch you work. He likes to see what you make, how you do it, and that you're having fun. He also loves making art with you, whether that's a collaborative painting, trading art, or just doodling together. When he's in the mood to be creative, he might ask you to join.

-So of course expect times for all three of you to create together. Maybe that's doodling funny and cute things together (Spamton has quite a sense of humor and Swatch likes to draw your favorite animals), or each of you completing a different stage of the same piece, or all painting different sections of the same canvas. Even if you're not the most artistic, they'd love to include you in the fun!

-Both of these guys have a tendency to get wrapped up in work or otherwise heavily focused and forget to take care of themselves. Please remind them to eat and to sleep. Bringing/cooking them meals or giving them quiet time to cuddle or sleep actually means a lot to them and helps them to feel better.

-Sometimes you might find the two of them napping together.

-Game nights can be quite chaotic, in a fun way. They’re both intelligent and quick to make up their own strategy for any game. They can both be quite competitive, although Swatch has more of a silent lurking and deception strategy while Spamton bluffs and takes risks. Play something that requires dealing with other players like Monopoly or Catan to watch them really get intense.

-Swatch is a deep thinker and excellent listener, while Spamton is great at relating topics and keeping conversation alive. So expect long conversations between the three of you, and talking about everything from how to find happiness to street crossing.

-Typically, Swatch and Spamton aren’t competitive with each other, nor do they work in tandem often. They generally just each do their own thing and try to find a good balance of one-on-one and trio activities.

-That said, they do ask each other for help in wooing you. Maybe that’s picking out the right gift, learning a new skill, or proofreading letters.

-Special occasions are an exception though. They try to plan so that they each get time with you or that all three of you can do something together, and making sure there’s enough variety for everyone to show their love in their own way.

[subspencer]

the to-do list

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that she’s not adventurous enough in bed. So, she makes a secret checklist of things to try with Spencer. Based on this request.

Category: Smut, 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings/Includes: switch!Spencer, (sort of?) corruption kink, exhibitionism, mile high club, brief description of oral, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mentions of other stuff but no descriptions

Word Count: 3k

Spencer’s girlfriend has a secret checklist. It could be called a bucket list, of some sort, but really all of the items on it pertain to sexual acts to perform with Spencer, on Spencer, or in front of Spencer. So checklist is a more appropriate term.

The list came into existence after a girl’s night game of Never Have I Ever, in which she discovered there was an embarrassing number of things she’d never done. Some of them seemed nearly impossible to have gone twenty-something years without doing, especially when in a committed relationship. That was made abundantly clear to her when the girls pointed it out, teasing her — and by association, Spencer — for being more than vanilla.

There was no real reason she hadn’t tried those certain things — she wasn’t adverse to the idea of most of them at all. Really, it was just that she never bothered to dip her toes beyond what was familiar.

When Emily, Penelope, and Tara had nearly all ten of their fingers down after a couple rounds, she finally realized she might’ve been coming up short in the sex department. She figured it was about time to find out what she’s missing, so she made a list of everything she needed to try. And one by one, she and Spencer checked the items off.

One of the more simple things on the list, and perhaps her favorite, was giving her first blowjob. It wasn’t something she felt compelled to try with any of the guys she’s been with before, and Spencer, though he was very curious about it, was too much of a gentleman to ask for one.

So when she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t stop to ask questions. His mind went blank the second her fingers undid his zipper. It was Spencer’s first, too, and his fingers knotted in her hair as she took him in as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks around his cock and swirling her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. Spencer always made pretty sounds in bed, but in this instance she envied his memory because she wished she could replay his moans and gasps from that first blowjob all over again in her mind.

Another favorite was allowing the favor to be reciprocated until completion. She figured she might just be someone who couldn’t get off from oral, because though she always welcomed Spencer to go down, she got impatient every time and pulled his head up by his hair, demanding him to fuck her already. Spencer was one to oblige every request, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t overjoyed when one time she never stopped him short.

There were no interruptions, no hands shoving his face away from its rightful place against her, just increasing moans and shaking legs as Spencer was encouraged to give more. She can still remember the half-moon shapes his nails left on her thighs from where he had to grip them so tightly as she rode out her high. And she definitely remembers the almost feral look in his eyes after, because since that first time he insists on doing it again nearly every day.

There were more or less a dozen other items that slowly but surely got ticked off the list.

Handcuffs in the bedroom — fun, but perhaps better saved for special occasions. Or if Spencer was being extra good and deserved a treat.

Various new positions — a reminder to stretch more. And that sixty-nine is not as easy as it sounds on paper.

She let Spencer put a blindfold on her — it was decided they both prefer it more when the blindfold is on him. It keeps him guessing.

Spanking — both of them like this one, either giving or receiving. Surprisingly, she thinks she might like receiving it a little more, and Spencer is always excited to give.

Shower sex — a bit of a logistical nightmare, yet still a weekly staple. It’s slippery, yes, but it’s also relaxing and intimate. And Spencer just enjoys putting his hands on her wet, soapy body.

Sending dirty texts — great, but Spencer prefers taking nude polaroids of her instead. He keeps a few in his wallet for easy access. And because he knows Garcia can’t hack his wallet and find them.

And there were more items that went in the same tune until there was just one left. The one she was most nervous to attempt.

She wondered if joining the mile high club was better or worse if it was on the BAU jet. They’d have ample opportunities to do it, but they’d also be surrounded by their colleagues, and there is no coming back from getting caught.

But the main challenge was convincing Spencer to do it in the first place.

The initial plan of attack was to drop some “subtle” hints. She brought it up for the first time one night in their shared hotel room, right after Spencer fucked her against the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“We could totally do that in the jet bathroom.”

“Yeah, I guess the basics are the same. Cramped space and a ledge to lean on.” Spencer was completely aloof as he picked up the scattered articles of clothing from the floor, rattling off about the size and dimensions of the airplane bathroom and missing the entire point of the comment.

She mentioned it again a little later, hoping the repetition may help him catch the drift.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” she asked, completely catching him off guard as he ate a breakfast of frosted flakes in his kitchen.

“Um.. I don’t know? You tell me,” he shrugged, knowing that whatever the craziest place was, it was definitely with her.

“What about doing it on the jet?” It couldn’t get more obvious.

“We haven’t done that, silly. OH! I’m gonna say it was in my car,” he nodded with a wide grin, confident in his answer that unfortunately brushed past the proposition far too quickly.

It was time to change methods.

The new plan was to see if she could get him turned on enough on the jet to motivate him to do something about it right then and there. It seemed easy enough.

She sat next to him on the small couch, as she always did, and cuddled up to his side as he read his book.

Once everyone was distracted, she snaked a hand onto his thigh, allowing it to rest there long enough for Spencer to get over his initial shock and relax into her touch. As soon as he let his guard down, she moved her hand up another inch or two, watching him squirm again as he fought his mind from wandering. She repeated that cycle every five minutes until it drove him insane, his willpower diminishing in tandem with the proximity of her hand.

When everyone finally fell asleep, she craned her head to press small kisses on his neck, alternating between quick pecks and lingering ones, sucking warm and wet little flecks onto his skin that drew soft sighs without fail.

“What are you doing?” his breath was raspy and low as he muttered into her ear.

“Nothing.” She kept her tone innocent and sweet as she continued to sprinkle the teasing kisses across the column of his throat.

Her hand finally found its way directly on top of the bulge straining against his slacks and gave it a gentle squeeze. Spencer grinded himself into her palm, desperate to feel some friction, his jaw slacked and pupils wide. She dragged a thumb across his length, stopping to rub slow circles over the sensitive tip, drawing out a wet spot at the front of his trousers.

But even with his skin flushed red and his cock leaking and half-near orgasm, Spencer still found the restraint to stop her from jerking him off right on the jet and ripped her hand away, placing it in her lap as if the action could permanently force her to keep her hands to herself.

“I can’t go to the crime scene with cum in my pants,” he hissed, squeezing her wrist tighter.

She smirked at the opportunity, wrapping her warm lips around his ear lobe and tugging with her teeth before whispering with hot breath. “Then put it in me.”

For a second she saw him consider it. His eyes had a dark cast, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. But then Emily woke up and it was yet another failed attempt.

She resigned to the fact that it just wouldn’t happen, and that the item might remain unchecked on the secret list. So she cleared the idea from her mind, not wanting to keep pushing Spencer toward something he clearly didn’t have an interest in, or to keep embarrassing herself by trying.

And then a couple weeks later, as the team wrapped another case up, she came back to their hotel room to find Spencer sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted. When Spencer didn’t respond, she crawled onto the bed behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and attacking the side of his face with kisses, giggling into his messy curls. “I said hey.”

Still nothing. Her eyes followed his line of sight down to his hands and went wide with realization.

“Spencer, where did you get that!?” She tried to snatch the crumpled piece of paper from him, but he was too quick to pull it away.

“I was looking for gum in your purse,” he explained, reading the sheet over again in complete amusement, “but I found something better.”

Spencer was much too excited about it, bordering on smug, and she rolled off the bed away from him in annoyance.

“Is this what I think it is?” She remained silent, suddenly feeling very insecure about the note. “Did you... did you make a list of things to do in bed?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s so stupid.”

“Hey, who said it’s stupid?” He tugged on her fingers, pulling her back onto the bed next to him. “I just wanna know where it came from.”

“Well... when I went out with the girls, we started talking about all the things we’ve done…” she paused to see if Spencer could guess where this was going, and of course he didn’t, “... in bed. And I hadn’t even done half of what they have, so I wrote some of them down. I — I wanted to try them with you.”

“So you… you’ve never done these with anyone else?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he pieced the puzzle together. He looked down again at the discarded sheet laying on pillows, his pride swelling at how long the list was. “I’m the first?”

She nodded in assent and no sooner was Spencer pushing her back flat against the mattress, settling his body on top of hers.

“God, that’s so hot,” he spoke into her neck as he sucked purple bruises into it, allowing his hands to roam freely under her shirt. His nimble fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling the hem of the top up to attach his lips to her exposed nipple. He rolled the other in his fingers, tugging gently as she arched into his touch, rolling her hips up to grind against his. He groaned and pushed back, nestling himself perfectly between her legs.

Suddenly his motions halted and he popped his head up, looking at her with wide eyes and freshly ruffled hair. “We haven’t finished the list yet!”

“I — I didn’t think you were interested in the last one.”

“If my girlfriend makes a list of ways she wants to fuck me, I’m interested.”

A devilish grin took over her face. “Well, we fly home tomorrow.”

And true to the plan, they arrived on the jet the next day with at least a vague sense of strategy: wait until everyone is asleep then go at it in the bathroom. It wasn’t the most elaborate of plans, but there wasn’t much else to think of.

Except for the possibility that the others might not go to sleep.

The flight was already halfway through its journey and everyone was still wide awake, and Spencer was growing incredibly impatient. Perhaps even more than his girlfriend, now that he knew this would be part of a long list of things he got to be her first for.

That fact seemed to encourage him, the thrill of forever being her first at something. Never mind that she’d be his firsts, too.

Spencer’s not stupid, he knows that bending her over the bathroom counter while everyone is awake to hear it is a horrible idea. But his willpower doesn’t extend far enough to stop him from dropping his hand to her exposed knee, rubbing it softly just to be able to touch her. It seemed innocent enough in case anyone might see.

He kept his eyes on the open book he was pretending to read as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

He inched his hand up and slowly spread his long fingers apart until they covered the length of her inner thigh. The tips stopping just below her cunt, delicately tracing lines back and forth parallel to the seam of her underwear.

And she quickly discovers there’s no taste worse than your own medicine. There was gentle brushes and concealed touches, all the things that she did to him. But where Spencer would’ve stopped her teasing before it got too far, she wouldn’t have done the same.

She covered up his hands by bringing her own down to her lap, silently encouraging him to continue unseen.

Spencer looked down at her through his thick lashes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Looking for more confirmation that she wanted this. The answer came in the form of her shifting subtly down the seat, pressing her clothed pussy firmly against his hand.

His cock twitched against the confines of his slacks when he felt the damp patch on the fabric. His knuckles brushed against her clit and her knees clamped shut, holding him in place as she brought her lips close to his ear to let him hear her soft whines.

He has to put his book over his lap to cover how hard he is, and it almost makes him regret starting this game. Almost.

Because just as she starts desperately grinding against his hand, squirming for more friction, he notices that everyone’s asleep. And then it’s a race to the bathroom, Spencer positioning her directly in front of him to cover his bulge as they stand up.

Their mouths are on each other before the door even closes, her hands wasting little time in going for his zipper. Both desperate to have each other after all the anticipation. She immediately perched herself on the countertop, spreading her legs wide so Spencer could fit in between them, just like in that hotel room. A confused whine fell from her mouth when he lifted her off from the ledge, interrupting her plan.

“No. Like this,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her hips against the edge of the counter, bending her over it. She muttered a “Fuck,” under her breath as he pressed his cock against her backside, knowing he preferred this angle because he could get deeper.

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged the skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to the side, running his cock along her folds to gather the wetness that had been pooling there.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

He quickly inserted his thumb into her mouth to stop any sounds from escaping before lining himself up. Her moans vibrated against the digit as he slowly pushed in, stretching her out and letting her adjust before starting to move. Slowly and deliberately, at first, then quickly gaining speed.

She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts until he pinned them against the ledge with his own, holding them still so he could set his pace faster.

The hand that was resting on her waist came up to her chest, groping at the flesh over her blouse. Her spine arched into his palm, bending forward to give him more leverage to get deeper to that spot inside her repeatedly.

He alternated between a few quick thrusts followed by a deep one, holding himself there for a moment before repeating.

Her cunt tightened around him as he held still against her, applying firm pressure to her spot with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, do that again, please,” he grunted against her neck, pushing his hips into her ass with bruising force to get impossibly closer. A loud whine nearly escaped her lips as he did so, the motion sending her over the edge.

She sucked harder around his thumb, using it to keep her cries at bay as she reached her climax. Her walls fluttered around him as she did, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Remember what you said before, baby?” he hummed in her ear, “Do you still want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.”

Immediately his thrusts became erratic, hips snapping forward a handful of times before he spilled into her in hot spurts, biting down on her shoulder to stifle his moan as he came.

Still heaving from the comedown, he pulled her panties back on, using the fabric to keep his cum from spilling out.

She turned to feverishly attach her lips to his, panting into the open mouthed kiss. When they finally broke apart, both looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin, bruised necks. Still, they tried their best to fix themselves, straightening out their rustled clothes and smoothing knotted hair.

Before Spencer turned the door handle, he pulled her side into him, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “We should make another list.”

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[theweeklydiscourse]

I’m reminded of this one instance where someone suggested an alternate plot line for Shadow and Bone. In this alternate plot, they proposed that Aleksander and the King would be working together as an evil pair to take control of Ravka as well as the Grisha. When I read it, I thought: “Of course you would want that, because Aleksander’s marginalized identity existed in tandem with his villainy confuse you to the point of wanting to flatten it altogether.” It would make the series and it’s treatment of it’s villain much less palatable and force them to consider that what they read wasn’t as coherent as they thought.

Doing so allows them to blithely ignore any opportunity for introspection and proudly say: “Am I the only one who can talk about this?!” And it’s so unbearably frustrating. You’re exactly right, them believing that there are certain immutable and easy-to-recognize traits in abusers helps them feel comfortable in their self righteousness. That they alone are clever enough to see the ills in people and that anyone who doesn’t agree with them is simply not smart enough to see their logic.

But distancing oneself from one’s capacity to do harm only creates a lack of awareness and empathy that might otherwise help a person understand why bad things happen. So much of it really is just loudly shaming other people while standing on a pretty pedestal without a single critical thought involved.

yeah you know what? I'm going to get into this. "don't humanize villains"/"this abuser is a monster" is some of the worst character discourse in fandom. abusers are not other. abusers are not always easy to recognize. othering someone who's done terrible things from humanity is an arrogant, poisonous idea.

that is a person who is doing those things, and you want so badly to be unable to fall into such patterns of harm and abuse that you will force that person into another category of species altogether, and in so doing you spare yourself from introspection and you give yourself a pretty little pedestal to stand on and you shame everybody who fell for a red flag that is surely so easy to recognize. and you give into prejudice you assign moral values to attributes outside of yourself and you think you are so above doing harm that you could never act in such a way, even as it is a capability within all of us to do so.

get off your self righteous high horse for a moment and use your fucking brain. I'm sick of people in fandom claiming to be the most moral members that are the "only people willing to discuss this" and then every statement out of their mouth is harmful and pervasive word vomit.