#and it all comes out not sincere in the end bc being honest is a little scary in this context anyway

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

me when character finally starts to feel like a CharacterTM and not some abstract statistician

[cashmakozume]

dumpster love

once upon a time (grocery run ୨ৎ)

⟡ m.list

your pov

with daichi and you making small talk, the walk to coach ukai’s store was comfortable. it didn’t feel forced, which is something you liked. the gaps of silence were accepted between the both of you and it felt as though the both of you agreed upon it.

“so, what do you need?” daichi’s voice broke your train of thought.

“pretty much everything, to be honest.” you replied, being sincere in your needs.

you explained to him that both of your parents worked a lot, and they travelled constantly. this left you to fend for yourself at home. you were in charge of your own cooking and cleaning.

“doesn’t it get lonely?” daichi asked, genuine curiosity etched all over his face.

“well, it does.” you started before greeting coach ukai once you’ve reached the store. “sometimes, i wonder why i have to move around with them when they don’t even come home.” 

you stopped to pick up a basket but daichi beat you to it and ushered you towards the aisles.

“b-but i’ve gotten used to it though!” you quickly added, not wanting to put a damper onto the mood.

“if you want some company, you can come over!” daichi offered. “pretty sure my mom wouldn’t mind and my siblings can bother someone else for once.”

“i wouldn’t want to bother you and your family.” you replied, while looking at the aisles, going through your mental checklist of what you need. you were sure that he was just being nice.

“who said you would be a bother?” he added. “i promise you won’t be one.”

daichi held out his hand in front of you, with his pinky finger out. 

“holy shit, you make pinky promises?” you asked him, visibly excited.

“what do you think?” he shook his hand, trying to bring attention to it. “don’t leave me hanging.”

you finally linked up your pinky with his and the both of you mirrored the widest smiles.

⟡ inch resting...

⟡ daichi really wants the hedgehog plush but he doesn't want to steal it bc he has manners

⟡ the entire nekoma vbc has the cat plushie bc kuroo forced them to get it and y/n picked the most deranged looking so she can name it kuroo and piss him off (kenma helped)

⟡ suga convinced daichi to beef with kuroo on twitter (kiyoko barely stopped him bc she wanted to see the end result, don't tell anyone)

note from miyako

i'm sorry for the time jumps i wanted to move the story along if not i'll actually write a day by day play and it will be 500 chapters long bc i am deranged

✗⚬ﾒ𝟶, m ♡

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[blushstarot]

PICK A CARD: what message do you need to hear right now?

Could be from your higher self, the universe, if you do deity work maybe some deity, spirit guides, anything. There's no specific from who the message is, so follow your intuition to figure it out!

Pick whichever picture you feel more attracted to and skip to that pile.

mini rant, poll, and links at the end as always. All images are from the game persona 3 reload.

Pile 1

knight of swords, two of wands, the high priestess.

With the two of wands, it seems that you have two paths you can follow and choosing either one of them it’s going to be a big change in your life, this is something that you already know or something you don’t know yet. Whichever is the case when the time comes to make the decision you need to be assertive, direct and honest with what you want, even if it means going against the flow. I feel you probably are a little indecisive about what to choose, and that’s why you ended up in this reading, but you know that deep down you already know what to choose. The high priestess is all about intuition, gut feelings, signs and symbols that whichever or whatever you are asking for guidance is leaving for you, as well as intellect and common sense, you probably have been seeing a lot of signs, or having dreams that can be trace back to this, you have to trust your intuition and pay attention to the signs that are being presented to you.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 2

page of swords, six of pentacles (reversed), three of pentacles.

For some reason, I’m getting the feeling that you are in a school setting (working or studying) and that you are being protective and guarded with someone, sometimes getting into unnecessary arguments or conflicts. You may come out too blunt when you try to communicate with them and that is what’s causing the arguments, and for some of you I see a more passive approach, where you act friendly with that person, but then talk bad about them to other people, maybe even spreading gossip. The six of pentacles indicates that there’s a lack of generosity and sincerity in the situation, you need to revaluate this relationship and see if you’re not being too extreme with the way you are acting, or in the other hand, the passive approach to the situation is maybe a little too passive and you need to stand more your ground.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 3

five of wands, six of cups, nine of pentacles (reversed).

In this pile with the five of wands and the nine of pentacles reversed I’m seeing a lot of negative feelings. You may feel that you aren’t in control of a lot of situations happening right now, and it can vary from just arguments and disagreements about trivial things, to feeling a lack of freedom, security and even some internal issues like problems with confidence and self-control. I feel your message is about taking support from family and friends that you trust and are comfortable with, and start working in more areas of your life, maybe right now you are feeling overwhelmed because you are just focusing in one aspect of your life, which isn’t wrong, but there’s more beside that, is not the only thing that defines you.

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

I was going to wait a few more days to upload a reading, mostly bc I wasn't sure what type of reading to do, but for some reason I felt that I needed to do this reading, so I hope it helps whoever needed to read this!

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think and if you want more readings like this.

You can find more of my PACs on my master list, and if you have any suggestions on future PACs you want to see me do, you can send me an ask. Curious about me? want to know how my blog works? want to look at more tags I use? you can see all that on my pinned post.

Bye byeee ✨

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Voicemail (Free Day)

day 31 @youngroyals-events thank you for everything (more coming in a separate post bc i have a lot of thanks to give)

A collection of voicemails left by Wille.

read below or on ao3 (G, 800)

Simon’s phone. March 29th, 2027, 4:29pm.

“Hi baby! I’m on my way home, I’m just about to stop at the store. Did you say we needed more milk? I’ll grab some anyway, I think I have a coupon. Oh my gosh, you’ll never believe what I saw on my lunch break today. I took a walk around the park and there was this little mama duck, and she had a little trail of babies following after her. I nearly cried. I was late getting back to the shop because I stayed to watch them swim around in the pond. And I- Oh, I just remembered I sent you a video of that. Well, I’m telling you again because it bears repeating. One of these days when we move out of the city, we should get a bunch of animals or something. I think I’d make a good farmer. Or would that make us ranchers? Anyway, I’ll see you in a few. I love you!”

Felice’s phone. November 11th, 2029, 7:13am.

“Felice, we have an issue. I’ve been following this recipe you sent so closely but I’ve managed to screw it up. Why do my egg whites look like this? … I just remembered you can’t see them. I’ll text you a picture. They’re all grainy and weird, though. Are you busy right now? This would be so much easier if we could do this on FaceTime or something. I’d owe you big time. I guess call me when you wake up, if you can? Love you. Thanks in advance.”

Linda’s phone. October 20th, 2027, 5:32pm.

“Hi Linda! Simon and I are running a bit late. Someone had to spend an extra thirty minutes fixing his— Hey! I’m trying to explain to your mom why it’s not my fault we’re late! Sorry, Linda. We’ll be there soon, I promise. Simon is being very safe, though, and definitely not taking his hands off the wheel to try to steal my phone. I made some new cookies with a recipe Felice gave me, too. I’m excited for you to try them! You have to actually give me a sincere review this time. I appreciated all your kindness last time, but I want you to be brutally honest about these ones. Okay, we’re about five minutes out. See you soon!”

August’s phone. February 1st, 2034, 9:48pm.

“Hi, August. It’s Wille. I saw a short clip of the ceremony today. Sorry I couldn’t make it. Mamma seems confident in you, and I actually think you’ll do a good job. I’m not calling you ‘Your Royal Highness’, though… I wish you the best. Bye.”

Sara's phone. July 15th, 2025, 3:06pm.

“Okay, I grabbed what you said. I think— Oh, sorry. Hi. It’s Wille. You know that. Listen, I am worried he’s getting suspicious. I’m bad at keeping secrets from him, you know this. I still think no one should’ve told me and this party could’ve been a surprise for both of us. Sorry, rambling. I think I managed to find everything on the list. They only had two packs of purple balloons left, so hopefully 50 is enough. Oh! The cake looks awesome, too. Felice did a great job. He’s going to love it. Okay, I gotta go, he’s coming. See you— Hi Simon! … No, just a scam call. How—”

Kristina’s phone. September 5th, 2032, 6:11pm.

“Hi Mamma. I’m sorry I missed your call earlier. Things have been really busy over here. The movers showed up on time, thankfully, and everything went smoothly. We managed to get a lot unpacked already. Simon and I just had our first official dinner at our new kitchen table! Let me know when you and Pappa want to come visit. I’d say give us a few weeks to at least get the majority of the boxes cleared out. You’re going to love the view of the lake. It’s so beautiful, Mamma… I’m really happy here. Okay. Call me when you can… I love you. Say hi to Pappa.”

Erik’s phone. June 1st, 2026, 1:52am.

“Hi Erik. It’s your brother. Wille. Um… I graduated today. I didn’t end up finishing at Hillerska. It got shut down. You may actually know a little bit about why. I don’t want to talk about that… The past few years have been really tough, Erik. There are a lot more good days than bad ones now, but it still hurts every day. I miss you a lot. I hope you’ve forgiven me for stepping down from the throne. I think you have. You knew I never wanted it. I’m starting at uni in the fall, and Simon and I are going to live together. I’m really excited, actually. Normal life, and all that. Maybe I’ll even get a job. Imagine that. Former Crown-Prince working as a barista. Um, okay. I should probably get back to sleep. I’ll call again soon. I love you, big brother… Bye.”

[wanderersbell]

Hi can you write something for scara and his s/o growing old? Well scara can't age but his s/o can! I would prefer it to be kinda cute but also sad.

until death do us part

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst, hurt no comfort

warnings: major character death, very sad ending

word count: 2491

✧.* a/n: took me a while to get to this bc i kept crying thinking about it but here it is! i am so sorry in advance this is really sad, but enjoy!

nothing would make him regret getting to spend your life with you, not even the day he’d inevitably lose you. 

no amount of wishing or praying would stop you from returning to the soil of the earth one day and becoming nothing but another memory. the wanderer knew that eventually, he’d lose you too. just like everyone else he had once loved, you were no exception to the passages of time that sow life and death within the fate of humanity. 

the first time he met you, this thought passed through his mind in a fleeting whisper when your magnetic pull started to reel him in against his will. the soothing trill of your laughter and the kindness in your eyes reminded him so much of a time before pain was all he knew, that he could already picture the way the light would fade out of your eyes if he let his guard down and flew too close to the sun again. 

but no matter how hard he tried to avoid it, every path he went down lead him right back to you in the end. you who insisted with utmost sincerity that he come over for tea since he so graciously helped your grandpa harvest crops the other week. you who would pour him a cup, strong and bitter just the way he liked it, and sit across from him to tell all of the wild stories and legends you heard from the elders in town growing up, never bothered in the slightest when he didn’t have much to contribute to the conversation. 

you who slowly crept into every one of his thoughts until he could no longer fight the urge to see you, even though he truly did try to put up a fight. his feet would unconsciously bring him all the way to your doorstep after a long day, the only thing on his mind being the rush of warmth he gets whenever you look into his eyes and smile. 

he remembers when you’d open the door to the sight of him with tousled hair and dirt streaked on his skin and pull him inside without a second thought. he’d lean against your kitchen counter as you dabbed a soft damp cloth against his skin, your touch gentle but steady. you’d frown all the while as you cleaned him up, shushing and chastising him for never being careful. 

the wanderer was never actually hurt, and he could’ve easily dealt with the issue without so much as a scratch reaching him, but he loved the way you fussed over him. the stubborn crease between your brows, the jut of your lower lip, the brush of your featherlight fingertips—though nothing compared to the unfiltered and honest look of concern and worry in your eyes. 

It had been a long, long time since someone had looked at him in such a way. him, just as he was, with no purpose or usefulness to hide behind. a part of him felt annoyed by your insistence to care for him, and by the fact that he allowed you to perceive him as weak. but the other, louder part of him craved and so deeply desired the way you made him feel like he mattered.

and even still, you would never pry. you’d never pester him about why he would show up in such a state in the first place. in the months you had known him, he hadn’t told you anything. not even his name. you knew him only as a wanderer with no destination, and for this he was thankful. he was sure that if you know who he was, the things he had done, the lives he had taken—you would never look at him the same again. 

he made no move to hide anything about himself from you, but he also didn’t go out of his way to tell you either. if someone were to tell you, he would make no move to stop them. 

but nobody knew him. 

nobody until you. 

long ago the wanderer swore he would never find companionship again, but by the time he noticed the way he had grown attached to you, it was already too late to turn back. 

the existence of his past that had once felt like an eternity became nothing but a ghost in the back of his mind as you became a part of his present. he should’ve known he was in too deep the day he finally agreed to start taking you with him on his travels, but he was too distracted by the hope and excitement on your face as you proposed the idea to him. 

he knew it was risky. you couldn’t fight, didn’t know how to lie with a straight face, and refused to butcher and eat an animal even if it meant life or death; but he didn’t have it in himself to say no to you. you, who truly had no bad intentions or motives. you, who listened to every word he had to say with an open mind and no judgment in your heart. you, who reminded him why he had once been so fond of humans. 

how foolish he was, to get caught up in the fragile web of a mortal life again. but there was no stopping when he started falling for you. 

the first time he had ever snapped at you, raised his voice and said cruel things born from the anguish in his chest, you barely reacted. even as insults left his lips and he told you to get lost, you gazed at him with steady, understanding eyes and waited until he ran out of hurtful things to say. 

as his chest heaved with anger and his fingernails dig into his palms where they were clenched into fists, you waited patiently. when he came back to himself and saw the wetness of unshed tears in your eyes, the guilt and regret that followed nearly knocked him off of his feet. 

it was cowardly of him, but in that moment all he could do was turn on his foot and flee. he couldn’t bear to see that look on your face, knowing it was all his own doing. he spent until the sun began to set dragging his feet around, picturing the way you would regard him like the monster he was from this point onward. 

when he returned to you, he expected to find you upset and disgusted with him. but instead, when he tentatively stepped into your home, he found you sitting half asleep at your kitchen table with a pot of his favorite tea that had long gone cold waiting for him. 

you sat up quickly when you saw him cross the threshold, suddenly alert and awake. he could tell you were hesitant to say something, unsure of what state of mind the wanderer might be in right then, so he put extra effort into moving calmly as he approached the table and sat down as not to scare you. 

that night, he told you everything. you held his hands tightly between yours and listened from beginning to end, letting him retell the devastating tale of the life he’d lived as a heartless puppet. you cried for him. you told him how sorry you were that he had to experience all of that, how sad you were that it’d been so long since he’d felt wanted. you accepted him, his sins, his selfishness and greed. 

no matter how far he jumped, you always met him halfway. he was undeniably, pathetically in love with you. 

eventually, almost like it was always meant to happen, the two of you fell into each others arms as seamlessly as a stream flows. it had been a little over a year since the day he met you that you leaned in and kissed him for the first time. the wanderer was only shocked for a moment before he melted into it and realized that there was nothing more he wanted in this world than to be with you. 

he was happy, happier than he could remember being in centuries. there was nothing he had to hide around you, nobody he had to pretend to be that he wasn’t. it was as easy as ever to fall into a natural rhythm with you, wandering around teyvat and experiencing everything together. even the things he had already done before felt new and memorable with you. 

everywhere you went, it was together. the wanderer had been given a chance to see the world through a clear lens again, though it had become rose tinted over time from the intensity of your affection. 

the many sights he saw with you were indescribable, but his eyes always returned to you no matter how breathtaking it was. home was wherever you were, and so the two of you found home everywhere.  

but there came a day when he was forced to face reality yet again. many years passed by your side, and even though it was only a short amount of time to him, it was a huge chunk of your lifetime. when your skin began to show wrinkles and people began to mistake him for your son, the terrifying thought crossed his mind. 

you wouldn’t be around forever, your time was running out, and it rooted a deep seed of dread into his chest that threatened to bloom into something worse. it dug up old feelings that the wanderer hadn’t felt in years, ones that gripped their icy claws into his head until they were impossible to ignore. 

just like everyone else, you would leave him too. 

why? why did he only find happiness and belonging in the things that wouldn’t last? he didn’t want to be alone again. it was unfair, and never more than in that moment had he longed to be a normal human. 

did it bother you that he would never be able to grow old with you? that people would assume him your grandson and pass judgment if they knew the truth? things would soon begin to grow complicated and people who had known you both would notice that he didn’t age. 

you knew this as well as he did, and after a long and painful conversation about it, you insisted it didn’t bother you and made him promise to move forward even when you were gone. you knew he was afraid and that he had already lost so much, that there was a huge possibility that he would lose himself when you left. you feared that he had become too reliant on you. 

that in itself was what had him making an oath to himself that he wouldn’t let you leave this world feeling worried about him. and he didn’t have it in him to break a promise to you. 

when walking up steps became a difficult task for you, he’d wrap an arm around you and help you make it to the top. when you got worn out more easily and couldn’t keep up with traveling around anymore, he suggested the two of you finally settle down and return to your old house. 

as you grew weaker every year and had to rely on him more, the wanderer never once complained or treated it like an inconvenience. he was there for you, just as he had promised he always would be. you never stopped being beautiful in his eyes, even when your hair turned gray and your joints achy. you still had the same sweet smile, the same captivating eyes, the same comforting smell. you were still you, and you were his. 

eventually, when your skin had become pale and sallow and your hands too shaky and weak to hold anything, you had slowly reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes with a sad smile. 

“i will come back to you,” you promised weakly, eyes focusing and unfocusing on his face. “no matter how many times, no matter what form i take, my soul will always return to you.”

even as his heart got caught in his throat and tears spilled over his cheeks, the wanderer nodded weakly at your words. 

“okay.”

during your final days, it took everything in him to hold it together. he spoon fed you as often as you’d let him, breath hitching every time you struggled to swallow. he stayed by your side and held your frail hands in his steady ones, planting soft kisses against your knuckles and whispering his love for you into your skin. 

by the final evening, he wasn’t even sure if you could hear him anymore. still, he laid next to you the bed you shared and retold the old stories he remembers from the very beginning of your time together. it was hard to talk without breaking down when he knew you wouldn’t respond. only the sound of your shallow breathing filled the silence, growing slower and slower by the hour. 

losing you was something he had long since been preparing for, but was never truly ready to experience. he had felt grief many times in the past, but it had never hurt this deeply. it was like a sheet of anguish clinging to him, weighing him down and piercing him with nails. 

quiet, lonely, and cold, there was a giant gaping hole in his chest that you had once filled. a void that your existence managed to soothe, but it was there again. loud, unforgiving, and so, so unbearably painful. 

he cried more than he ever thought himself capable of in the weeks that followed. everywhere he looked, he could only see where you should’ve been. the wind was lonely without the sound of your voice, and the sky dull. maybe it was just his imagination, but even the birds and bugs seemed less lively without you. 

there was a suffocating stillness clouding his perception of reality. he didn’t want to acknowledge that time was passing without you, or that he would never feel your warmth next to him anymore, but he knew you were gone. there was nothing he could do. 

it hurt. it hurt so badly that he could still hear his own guttural sobs even over the deafening downpour of rain as it soaked him to the bone where he sat hunched over in front of where you had been buried not long before. 

he missed you so much. even though he had gone so long being alone before he met you, it was as if he was experiencing it all for the first time again. his lungs burned and his chest ached as he choked on humid air, wishing you were still there to comfort him like you always had been.  

“please,” he called softly into the wind, willing himself to hold on to even the smallest shard of hope. “keep your promise.”

there was no response. 

he was alone again. 

[elvenbeard]

Long rambly headcanon post about Kerry's sexuality incoming (because I have been thinking about this ever since I first met him in game and I wanna write it down somehwere).

Disclaimer: this is my personal headcanon. You don't have to agree with any of this, this is for fun and games. If you do happen to agree with this though hmu bc I need someone to talk Kerry with desperately xDD

So, first of all: I think Kerry himself doesn't give a fuck about labels. Too old for this shit, confident in his own sexuality, what difference does it make? Labels are great for those who need them, he's not against them at all, but I don't think it's something that's he's thinking about a lot. Is he gonna put on a rainbow shirt for Pride? Yeah why not, especially if his partner would like to go protest and celebrate togther. But I think it's not a top priority of his (at least not anymore, in 2077, at the ripe old age of 89. A young Kerry living in our times was probably louder and a lot more outspoken, but in this post I'm gonna talk about my thoughts on grandpa Kerry).

So, let's dive into the game. When the topic of Louise came up during my first playthrough (the first and only time sadly, I'd love to know more about her as a character - more headcanons incoming in a minute), internally I went like... what? Where does this come from? Not in a judgemental way, just honest surprise, because up until this point, Kerry had only been depicted as attracted to guys (making the saddest puppy eyes at Johnny, making out with a fan backstage, Johnny's various comments on him, their sexual-tension-filled relationship with each other). Beyond that, what we know from Kerry himself, he seemed to have tried to get something going with Ariel (who I think is a man - correct me if I'm wrong, it's been a while since I played the actual conversation between him and Johnny at the villa and I'm not sure if he mentions Ariel's gender there). In the Temperance ending, if V was in a relationship with Kerry, Kerry will recount his other shitty exes of which at least one was also a man, and in the Sun ending, when his (male) manager calls, V can ask if that is "an ex of [his]".

That being said... yeah, Kerry flirts with V regardless of gender. Why? Maybe he doesn't know that himself, maybe he thinks V is cute, maybe it's a power play, maybe he just wants to annoy Johnny who cannot escape the situation, who knows, anything goes. His whole rockstar persona is this carefree, laidback sexgod thing, of course he's gonna be flirty. He is flirty with the Us Cracks girls, too (at least I'm getting the impression - they definitely are flirty with him and he doesn't mind, but it could also all be part of the show). So me personally, yeah, I think Kerry is bisexual, but with a strong preference for guys (sincerely, me, a bisexual who also has a preference for guys). Maybe Louise was his bisexual awakening, or a once-in-a-lifetime thing that never happened again with any other woman, or a mix of both. See also: Kerry turns a female-presenting V down when things get serious. Flirting is fun, she is nice and kind and into it, so why the hell not? But he's not gonna lead her on when he notices she wants more than what he's willing to give. Friends can flirt with each other without it turning romantic or sexual. And yeah, I think Kerry is generally attracted to people regardless of what's in their pants, but as soon as things get serious he is infinitely more likely to go for a guy than for a woman.

That being said (and now we're back at Louise), I think it's absolutely fair to headcanon him as gay, too. There is so little we know about the nature of his only (canonically depicted, spelled-out "that's my ex-wife" style) long-term relationship with a woman. This is the dark future, where you can genetically engineer your child to look however you want it to look. Maybe Kerry and Louise were just two sad and lonely individuals that were like "let's raise kids together to fill the void in our hearts!" - and, using Kerry's words, that went as well as you'd expect it. Could be that Louise is a lesbian who wanted a family and kids, and Kerry, being a close friend of hers, said yeah let's do it (and maybe I won't be so fucking lonely anymore and find a new purpose in being a father)! And for reason xyz it was easier to raise the kids if they were also married (something something about getting married to be allowed to have kids - I etiher heard or read something in game once about a 1-child-license or something, again, dark future fuckery could be involved here). Also, historically, there are certainly countless examples of queer men marrying queer women to get their conservative families off their backs. With how little we know about Louise, not even how old she was when they got together, it could also be something like that. And (turning back now to Kerry's flirty behaviour around women when someone else is watching) everything else could have been part of the show - for families, for the media, for the public, for the fans, everything goes.

What I'm trying to say, there's hundreds of ways to headcanon a fictional character's sexuality. Maybe Louise and Kerry were friends with benefits, maybe they fell madly in love, maybe there's more women in Kerry's past than what the game depicts (there's countless women's clothing items across his villa - that could be anything from leftovers of wild parties in which he wasn't involved to him taking home groupies and everything beyond that and inbetween).

You could also just say "Kerry is gay cause I say so, that's as deep as it gets" and that is just as valid. Don't be like me and spend your sleepless nights thinking about this because my brain works in mysterious ways. If you wanna headcanon him as gay because it brings you comfort, wholeheartedly, go for it. If you wanna heacanon him as not turning down your female V because it brings you comfort, go for it, by all means! If you wanna headcanon him as cis, trans, everything inbetween, hell yes, be my guest!!

Kerry is a fictional character, he's not gonna be offended or hurt. And every real person who gets upset about how someone else likes to play with their favourite pixel ken doll then, well... touch some grass @ that person. Headcanons do not take away representation from marginalized groups. Block and blacklist what you don't wanna see and move on, it's so easy (and on that note, anyone who wants to be weird or hateful on this post is gonna get blocked, too xD).

As I said, this is all my thoughts and opinions, if you don't agree, that's fair, I get it, I don't agree with 80% of headcanons I come across (not even just regarding a characters sexuality, but in general). But yeh I'd also love to talk if you have similar views on him!

On that note... happy pride xD🏳️‍🌈 be kind to each other!

[and-claudia]

His Heir pt 23 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Taglist Here

Masterlist Here

Word count: 3457

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, public-ish sex, P in V, Qi'ra bc she's a warning, GASLIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, masturbation, fingering... I think that's it let me know if I missed something

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It was hard to imagine I was already 15 weeks pregnant. If I’m being honest, not much felt different from the past few weeks except my stomach had gotten bigger.  At my last appointment, we were told that the baby was measuring about 2.5 weeks ahead of where they actually were which I already knew to expect. Luckily Maul had already helped me order practically a whole new wardrobe that would last me hopefully through the whole pregnancy. 

The only new symptom was I constantly wanted Maul. I had never been or felt this needy ever in my life. Maul didn’t seem to mind this one bit though and had asked me over every night for the past week. I had never actually asked to come over for that purpose until about a week ago. I had tried to take care of my neediness on my own but it just was not working at all. At the moment it felt nice but afterward, I was just left wishing it were Maul. 

I was finally fed up so after the weekly meeting last week I hung back after Qi’ra left. 

“Is everything alright?” Maul asked. 

“Yeah.” I sighed, eyeing the tattoos on his exposed chest. 

Focus, Yn. Focus. 

Maul tilted his head slightly in confusion. 

“You said you would help me with anything during this pregnancy, right?” I asked. 

“Of course.” He answered immediately. 

I took a deep breath, now or never. 

“Okay, I’m just going to be honest with you, Maul. I’ve been like unexplainably horny for the past week. Nothing I’ve tried has helped either. Can I please come over tonight?” I hated the way it came out all whiny. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner, darling?” He asked, with nothing but pure concern, “Of course you can. I’ll make us dinner and take care of you.” 

I wasn’t sure why but I had partly expected him to tease me, even just the slightest bit. But he wasn’t. He was just concerned and understanding. I felt tears prick my eyes.

“Thank you.” I said, fanning my eyes to keep from crying. 

“Of course…” He said sincerely before smirking, “Will you be able to make it through the day? We could always leave early.” 

“Tempting.” I smiled, “I’ll let you know at lunch how I’m feeling.” 

Luckily I made it through the day that day, but today didn’t look as promising. Hell, the day hadn’t even started and I wasn’t doing too well. Maul had already gone to his office, leaving me to sleep for another hour before I needed to get up and get ready as well. However, I wasn’t asleep. I was laying in Maul’s bed, hand between my legs, trying to convince myself that it was Maul down there. It was no use. I needed him.  

I got up, got ready for work and hurried to Maul’s office. I knew he wasn’t doing anything that was technically important, he was just preparing for the day. Upon hearing his door open he looked up. 

“Yn? Why are you here so early?” He asked. 

I shrugged and walked over to his side of the desk. I sat on it and looked down at him. 

“We have at least an hour before anyone else comes in for work…” I said, suggestivly. 

He quirked up one of the ridges on his browbone. 

“That’s true… Any ideas on how to fill that time?” He asked, setting down his holopad and standing up. 

“Yeah, I got a few.” 

He stepped between my legs and I reached up pulled his face down to mine to press a kiss to his lips. He kissed back without hesitation, immediately taking control. A smal moan left my lips. I rolled my hips agaisnt his desk, searching for some type of friction, but untimatle I just ended up nudging my bump against Maul’s torso. 

“Someone’s needy.” He commented, hands coming to grip my hips. 

“Shut up.” I mumbled. 

With my mouth open to speak, he slipped his tongue in and explored my mouth. The taste of his mouth never got old. I could get drunk off of it. It was intoxicating. I felt his warm hand travel up my thigh and under my dress. Higher. Higher. Higher. Finally he reached where I needed him the most. My legs parted without him having to ask. Just as his finger tips grazed over my folds he pulled away. 

“Are you not wearing anything under this?” He asked.

I shook my head. 

“Naughty girl.” He tsked. 

I shrugged and pulled him back to me. He continued to kiss me as his hand returned to where it was. 

“So wet.” He commented. 

“Maul, please.” I begged as his lips moved from my lips to my neck. 

His fingers began pumping in and out of my entrance as his thumb rubbed tight circles on my clit. I leaned back out my hands, pushing my hips as close to the edge of the desk as I could. My head tilted back, giving him more space to leave his mark. It felt amazing but I wanted more. 

I sat up more and reached blindly until they found the waist of his pants. I tugged him forward a bit by my grip on his pants, clearly trying to show him what I wanted. 

“Please.” I asked. 

He pulled away from my neck and brought one of his hands to cup my cheek. 

“I would love to, darling, but there’s not really a good place to do that in here. At least not now that we have to watch out for this one.” He said as his hand came to rest on my bump. 

I usually love and relish in the moments that he talks about our baby but right now I had other things on my mind. 

“There’s a couch in my office.” I said. 

“Your shared office.” He corrected. 

I rolled my eyes, “She never comes in early. Please.”  

I pouted my lip and gave him my best pleading eyes to really drive it home. 

“I can’t say no to you.” He mumbled before pressing a kiss to my lips. 

It was short and sweet before he stepped away and allowed me to get off the desk. I took his hand in mine and lead him through the door that connects the two offices together. 

Once we had crossed the threshold I turned around and began kissing him again. He guided me back to the couch as his hand traveled up to the top of the zipper of my dress, undoing it with one swift motion. I reached and grabbed the bottom of the tunic he was wearing.

“Fair is fair. You get to see my tits, I get to see you.” I said. 

He laughed against my lips slightly. 

“I don’t have breasts, dear.”

“You know what I fucking mean.” I mumbled, leaning back in to kiss him again but he pulled away. 

“You’ve got such a mouth on you when you’re all worked up.” He teased as he pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the ground. 

“Yeah I know, but you love it.” I shot back. 

He undressed the rest of the way, leaving us both naked as he ushered me to sit down on the lavish couch. As he went to kiss me again, it felt like he was crowding my personal space, causing me to shrink under him slightly. He used this to guide me to lay back as he came to hover over me gently. 

While supporting his weight on one hand, he used his other hand to line himself up. After a quick nod from me he began to slide into me. 

My eyes clenched shut. One hand gripped Maul’s upper arm while the other one dug into the fabric of the couch. 

“Fuuuck.” I moaned out and he eased himself in further and further until he was completely in. 

“How the hell are you still so tight? I’ve fucked you every night this week.” Maul mumbled. 

My walls clenched slightly at his words, causing him to be squeezed even more. 

“Shit.” He dropped his head back, chest visibly rising and falling as he tried to breathe deeply. 

“Please tell me that you’re okay for me to move now. If you keep squeezing me like that, I won’t last long.” He said. 

My brain was already fuzzy and all I could do was nod. He pulled back before sliding back in. We’d had sex enough during the past week that he didn’t even have to remember where that sweet spot was. It was all instinctual at this point. 

My high pitched moans felt like they were echoing off the walls along with Maul’s occasional grunt. 

With one hand still supporting himself over me, he brought his other hand to work on my clit again.

My back began to arch slightly and my eyes screwed shut. 

“Maul.” His name left my lips in breathy moans. 

I was walking the line between absolute pure bliss and overwhelming overstimulation and it was sending me to my climax at an almost alarmingly fast rate. 

Then suddenly, Maul stopped mid thrust as the door to the office opened suddenly. My eyes snapped open and my head turned to the door where Qi’ra stood, looking down at her holopad. 

When she stepped in, she glanced up and let out a scream, dropping the device in her hands as she saw both of us naked, fucking on the couch. Her eyes shifted from Maul, then to me, then back to Maul before she locked eyes with me. 

"Don't you know how to knock? Get out!" Maul snapped as he breathed heavily. 

She was clearly too stunned to speak. I smirked as I reached up to cup Maul’s cheek to get him to face me again before I pulled him down to meet my lips with his. That was all it took for Maul to get the hint. He smirked against my lips then rolled his hips to continue his trust into me that had been so rudely interrupted. I moaned against his lips as Qi'ra continued to stand there. 

When I pulled back Maul turned his head to look over to the side at Qi’ra who’s eyes were still locked onto me. 

"Okay, well don't just stand there! Either get to work or get out!" Maul snapped, causing her to suddenly return to the moment. 

She shook her head and screwed her eyes shut before rushing out of the room, nearly tripping over her own feet. 

Maul looked back down to me. 

"Well your work day just got a bit more interesting." He teased, dropping his head down to kiss my neck. 

"Shut up and keep fucking me." I said, strteching my head back to give him more acesss to my neck.

I felt his warm breath dance across my skin as he let out a small, amused laugh at my request. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He mumbled before moving on to work on a new marking. 

He began rubbing tight circles on my clit again as the pace of his hips quickened. I was once again racing to my climax. 

“Maul, ‘m close.” I mumbled. 

He continued on, not letting up for even a split second. It wasn’t long until my walls clamped tightly around him, causing him to falter slightly. He finally lessened the pressure on my clit, but continued to pump his hips, helping me ride out my high as long as possible. The increase of friction had him racing to his own climax. I felt him twitch slightly, knoiwng what was to come. On his next thrust he buried himself seemiingly impossibnly deeper before he came. The feeling of his release had me a moaning mess beneath him. 

“Maul.” His name came out as an almost choked moan. 

“I know, I know.” He said gently as he continued to rock his hips as he empty out every last bit of his release deep within my walls. 

My eyes fluttered shut as i laid there trying to catch my breath, chest heaving. Maul slowly pulled out then shift my seemingly weightless body so he could laydown behind me as he turned me to lay on my side. I kept my eyes closed but brought one arm to tuck un my head. Maul did the same then brought his free arm to wrap around my waist as his hand rested on my bump. 

He pressed a gentle kiss to the skin just beanth my ear. 

“I wish we could, but we can’t stay like this for long. We do have work that needs to be done.” He whispered. 

I gave a small nod, “Just 5 minutes.” 

He hummed in response and relaxed a bit more behind me. His body radiated warmth and it was nearly impossible to not feel completely relaxed. I wasn’t sure how long we laid there but now, Maul was gently waking me back up. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep completely.” I said, blinking in the bright light of the room. 

“It’s alright. It wasn’t very long. We need to get moving though, the housekeeping droids will be here soon to clean up.” 

I nodded and slowly sat up with him following close behind. Their was a robe sitting on the foot of the couch. 

“I figured you would probably want to go get cleaned up a bit before returning for work.” Maul said as he reached for it and handed it to me. 

I took with a smile before leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you.” 

I stood with it and began to slip it on, “I’ll probably just run to my quarters real quick since it’s closer.” 

I said and he nodded as he stood to collect his own clothes from the ground and redressed. Once he was I stepped in front of him to give him one last kiss. 

“I’ll be back in a little bit.” I said. 

“Take your time.” He said before we both went our separate ways. 

Instead of just rinsing off quickly, I decided to actually take my time. About an hour later, the housekeeping droids had cleaned the office. And I was returning to the office to actually start my day. 

"Good morning, Qi'ra." I said as I walked into our shared space. 

She looked up at me blankly.

"You okay? You seem a bit pale." I commented. 

Quickly her face heated up and turned red as anger was set ablaze in her eyes. 

"It was Lord Maul this whole time!?" She asked. 

"What?" I cocked my head to the side in mock innocence. 

"You've been fucking Lord Maul all this time! I don’t know how I didn’t put two and two together before. Back when we were ordering the supplies for the compound, the pregnancy tests. You said you were seeing someone, why didn’t you say it was Lord Maul?" She yelled. 

"Qi'ra, I have no idea what you're talking about. Maul and I are not hooking up. I’m carrying his heir. That’s all." I said, I knew denying it would piss her off even more than me just admitting to it. 

I had been waiting for this moment, I was going to have some fun with it. 

"Yes you do! I saw you two!" 

"What? Saw who?" I asked, I looked at her like she had gone crazy. 

"You and Lord Maul were having sec right there on that couch!" She said.

"What couch?" I said. 

“That one!” She said, pointing to where the piece of furniture should have been.

I wasn’t aware that the housekeeping droids removed it from the office which was making this whole thing 10 times better on my end. 

“Qi’ra, did you like drink or something before coming into work? I’m not going to rat you out or anything, but damn. You’re seeing shit, maybe take the day off.” I said, walkign over to sit down at my desk. 

“I know what I saw.” She insisted. 

“Look I don’t know what you saw. But I can asure you that I wasn’t having sex with anyone this morning. Unless sex is slang for puking your brains out. I spent my morning in the refresher with morning sickness.” I said. 

"Oh yeah? Then who did I see?" She crossed her arms over her chest. 

"I don't know, wasn't me, though." 

"Yes it was and you are so going to get fired for it." She said. 

"Okay, I’ll humor you for a moment. Let’s say I did have sex with Maul, on a couch in here that ahs since mysteriously diapereared, I’m not hooking up with him, but just this one time, let’s pretend I had sex with him. Please explain to me how telling Maul that him and I had sex would work, Qi'ra?" I asked trying to get her to ralize how stupid she sounded. 

"It’s clearly an unprofessional work relationship." She said smugly. 

I couldn’t help myself, a loud lush left my lips and I looked at her from where I sat.

"Okay, for starters, in case you hadn’t noticed, we don’t work in a typical work enviroment, Qi’ra. This is a crime syndacate. Normal work protocol doesn’t really exist here. Two, I just want to make sure I’m tracking corectly. You're going to go tell Maul that you caught him and me fucking in this office. Right, that’s your plan?" 

I was desperately trying to get her to relize the major flaw in her plan. 

"Exactly! When he sees how unprofessional you've been, you'll be gone." 

"So, I just want to clarify, you think you saw Maul and I having sex in here this morning, you know think that I've been ducking him for sometime now. So, you're going to go tattle on me to Maul, and you expect him to fire me?" I asked.

She nodded. 

“Qi’ra, let me ask you this. If Maul is the one I’m having sex with, so in other words, he’s been fuck me, why would he fire me if he’s apart of it too?” 

I could see the moment the lightbulb flipped on her head. She stuttered, trying to formulate an answer but failed miserably, "I know what I saw." She snapped finally. 

I threw my hands up in surrender. 

“You know what, Qi’ra, I won’t argue with you. If that’s what you think you saw, then so be it. All I know is that I wasn’t in here this morning. I don’t know what Maul was up to, maybe he has someone.”

I had honestly expected to feel a little hurt by even just saying that, but I was surprised to find it had no effect over me. Perhaps it’s because I knew that despite the fact that we weren’t officially together, Maul and I were much more than just two friends having a baby. Did I want a relationship with him? Of course I did, but I wasn’t sure how to tell him. 

“Why would he be fucking in our office?” She asked quietly. 

I wasn’t sure if she actually meant for me to hear her or not, but I was going to answer regardless. 

“Maybe you finally messed up enough and he’s replacing you.” I said. 

“Or you.” She shot back. 

“Qi’ra my spot here is secure. I’m having his baby, rember?” 

“How could I forget? You flaunt it around constantly…” She mumbled the last bit but once again I heard her. 

“I’m not flaunting it. Just because I’m no longer hiding it, doesn’t mean I’m suddenly flaunting it around. And it’s not my fault that literally everyone else besides you is excited about the future of Crimson Dawn.” I shot back. 

“Whatever, Yn… Just know, if I find out that you’re lying to me and you are hooking up with Maul, and trust me I will find out the truth, I will make you regret it.” She said. 

“Careful. Maul said to report anyone who threatens me or our child. That sounded like a threat to me. I’ll give you one last chance. But if you threaten me again, I’ll let Maul take care of you. And you know by now that there won’t be any coming back from that.” 

My last comment seemed to have gotten her to shut up. She didn’t have anything to say back to me after that. I picked up and began working on my datapad. Focussing on my work was hard though, my mind kept wandering to Maul. It wasn’t like earlier though… no, now I couldn’t help but think about how I was in love with him and how I was finally going to tell him. 

A/N: Remember to always GASLIGHT Qi'ra, Girlboss as Maul's head advisor, and Gatekeep Lord Maul

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[runningfrom2am]

BESTIEEEE!!!

i read the “dream” part of chapter 20 at 6 am (30 minutes before im supposed to wake up) and while reading i was falling in and out of consciousness so when i finished it ended i was like, did i make this up????

me; with coryo, r, lucy gray abd lennox:

SEJANUS BABY NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING COME BACK

BUT ALSO LENNOX

I SINCERELY HOPE THIS ISN’T SOME REBEL THING!!

the flowers 🥹🥹 the boy’s got me giggling and twirling my hair!!!

imagine coryo reading “tybalt”s parts in the play and being like, this is who she named her cat after??

on a more serious note, coryo being painfully honest about everything that has happened and appearing in front of her with all his character is so complicated. taking the blame for the killings, telling her he felt powerful inside the arena and would do it again, even his interpretation of his namesake.

“The realization that he outweighed your own morals and the fact that as much as you wanted to say that, you weren’t sure you would stick to it yourself now was a sick combination of things to grapple with all at once.” i don’t have words for this because it is already written. i don’t know how i could further improve it.

BRINGING HER TO SAFETY THROUGH HER FAVORITE PLAY WHICH IS FOREVER TAUNTED BY THE HUNGER GAMES 🥹🥹🥹

THEY KISSED!!! SHE KISSED HIM!!! AHHHHH!!

1. omg hahahaha i can imagine that would be so confusing 😅 good timing i guess you really understood the assignment

2. also so realll unfortunately this is not a black and white sorta vibe

3. what are they up toooo 🙃

4. flowers are his love language and i see why lol

5. NO LITERALLY HAHAHA he’s like “i hope she doesn’t think i’m going to kill her cat…”

6. THATS ALL HES WANTED SINCE THE GAMES IS TO JUST BE FULLY HONEST WITH HER LIKE PLSSSS

7. okay i am so glad bc that was another sentence that i struggled to make make sense lol

8. I KNOWWWW SHE’S SO PRECIOUS AND IM SO SAD THAT SHE WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE IT THE SAME WAY 😔😔 she wanted to die loving it but then she just didn’t and now she’s like… now what?

9. THE KISSS AHHH i actually died a little i think im so happy for them

[fandomhop]

hello friend, what is fable? you seem to like it a lot and i gotta be honest i dont know the first thing about it. now,, i COULD ask google but i think that you could explain it better mhm mhm

[Oh boy! /affectionate]

[So, in a general, overall statement, Fable is a series of games from the 2000's-2010's. It's a quintessential bit of adventure fantasy, and totally progressive of its time.]

[Fable, as a whole, is about making your own sort of path within the story, and having your actions reflected on the world and yourself. It has a cool morality morphing system where, when you do something good or bad, not only does it affect the funny lil' NPCs around you, but it also reflects on your body. Do enough good actions, your complexion becomes glowing and you have a halo, do enough bad and you become more demonic looking.]

[There's actually both a deep and semi-shallow amount of lore. The first game was deffo built upon the bending and twisting of stories and folklore- you know, fables- and the games after followed along centuries after that, showing a world trying to grow past it's story built roots, but not being completely rid of them, even as technology grows and advances.]

[It's also British as hell. But, like, in a fun way! There's a fun and wonderful mix of light and darkness, sincerity and satire, sadness and humour. There's these beasties called Hobbes that are these sorta ugly things that act silly in and out of combat, but they also eat human flesh and are rumored to turn children into them. Some of them turn into kamikazes and they like teddy bears.]

[Also you can kick chickens (they're fine, don't worry about it, they have reinforced feathers)]

[Your character is a Hero (with the capital H), a person who is born to be able to deal with the struggles of protecting or commanding respect of the common man. You can wield and utilize Strength, Skill and Will, the trio of combat skills. The combat is a bit simple, but it's also fun and easy to get into. You can also upgrade with experience points to get better with your weapons and will powers.]

[I think the story, world, and characters of Fable: The Lost Chapters are extremely iconic, but the character building and development starts to really shine in the later games. All the games have wonderful setting appearance, though. Looking at pictures of Fable are these beautiful settings and desktop/screen background worthy scenes. The people look a bit silly, though.]

[Also? This game series is also progressive bc of its LGBT+ rep. The first game got called out for letting the male only player Hero marry a man, so the next game include bisexuals. Fable 3 lets you adopt children, regardless of your spouse's gender. There's a potion that lets you trans your gender (available only once in a quest after the main quest) and no one bats an eye to it (if you have a straight spouse, they won't immediately divorce you as long as you treat them well, but they won't have sex either.) There's a quest where you help out a guy find a suitor who is secretly gay, and the end of the quest is him coming out to his dad and being accepted. You can wear clothes of either gender, and get tattoos, hair, and facial hair regardless of your sex. (there is a cross-dressing statistic, but the Brits love a bit of cross-dressing humour.)]

[Now, I will not lie and say that they are perfect games, there are some flaws with them, and Fable 3 gets a bit of a bad rap for it's heavy streamlining, but I can genuinely say that these games are cherished a lot. Fable 2 is my go-to favourite game ever, and every once and a blue moon, I will be revitalized with a longing for the series. If you wanna get into it, I think it's a fun time for an old-ish game, and I really hope the new one that's coming out in {*looks at wrist*} the-yet-to-be-announced-future will be as cherishable, even if it's slightly different.]

[Also? Like, every time I (re)enter an interest/fixation, I make a little Fable AU in my head to consider what kind of heroes the characters might be.]

[dmhayle]

I’ve seen so many posts upset about the kiss on last night’s episode. I have some disorganized thoughts.

I haven’t seen the original GoT in many years, but I vaguely remember Khaleesi having a right hand woman that was similar to Mysaria as far as having a heartbeat on the people and how to win them over. She even hooked up with her to learn how to please her husband I thought…or maybe I’m remembering incorrectly.

Anyway, Mysaria reminds me a lot of that woman in that at first I didn’t trust her, but Mysaria has continued to be honest w Rhaenyra and has opened up to her and let her see parts of herself that no one else has. I’m not even sure Daemon knows how she got that scar bc their relationship seemed more about what she could do for him and I think she always felt that dynamic. At least that’s how her relationship w him came across to me.

But she told Rhaenyra that she’d never made her feel less than and I think that has touched Mysaria and she genuinely feels something for Rhaenyra. They have both been on the receiving end of Daemon’s childish run-away-when-I-don’t-get-my-way tactics and have both been underestimated by the men around them and have both been wronged by the Hightower family (mainly Otto).

I would obviously prefer to see Rhaenyra with Alicent, but I’d like to give Mysaria the benefit of the doubt in regards to her intentions with Rhaenyra. I feel she’s far more trustworthy than Valys or whatever his name is that has tried to weasel his way into becoming the hand of the king every chance he gets. Or maybe I’m a big ole sucka!

I agree the music was quite cacophonous and I can definitely see how it would make people feel off about the kiss. Music is never unintentional in tv shows, so it could be Rhaenyra walking into a trap with Mysaria. I’m hoping it was bc of the omg what if they get caught like this type of situation and if they were caught what would happen to them?! I could see that being a disastrous scenario for both of them but especially Rhaenyra.

I have a bad track record of trusting the wrong people, so I am almost certainly wrong to give Mysaria the benefit of the doubt and I haven’t seen the trailer or sneak peek or whatnot where she’s burning a letter so I am probably wrong about her intentions, but truly I hope not bc I want Rhaenyra happy and healthy and no one in her camp has seemingly supported her more in recent eps.

Rhaenyra’s been surrounded by men (other than those working around the castle) for so long and with Rhaenys gone now and Alicent giving her no choice but to forge on w the war in their last interaction, I’m really not surprised she’s become so close with Mysaria.

I think for me it goes back to Mysaria knowing she’s probably on the losing end of this war and she had a chance to get away and out of the reach of all of it, but instead chose to come back and help save Rhaenyra from the twin who’d been sent to assassinate her. She didn’t have to do that and really I don’t see what she had to gain from doing that knowing the green’s had the upper hand in the war. I think (or at least hope) her speech to Rhaenyra was sincere before the kiss.

[llycaons]

rightt i love the cql ending i think it was needed for them to go their separate ways. soo many cql haters bring up the ending as their main point for why it sucks. its as if they forget they reunite at the very end. also ive seen soo many weird fics where they hate on lz for “leaving wy and abandoning him” when thats such bs 😭 there was a fic summary where it was like ‘novel lz sees cql wy traveling alone and they get together’ like huh?? wy doesnt know that man and he loves HIS lz get over it

literally get OVER it lmao wwx didn't literally say 'WHEN I come back I want to hear the name of the song' (meaning he knows its significance and plans to RETURN and confess/hear lwj's confession) and lwj didn't say "I have long since known it' (meaning he's been in love w wwx for many years and knows it/plans to tell him) for wwx to LEAVE his star-crossed beloved of over two decades in order to shack up with some yellow-eyed weirdo who already has his own wwx who's into the same shit as he is? like. we HEAR lwj say wwx's name at the end, SEE wwx turn and smile. not to be rude but did these people watch the finale to the very end? are they stupid? what do they think is about to happen? lwj is going to say "oh it's you. I don't want to see you again, wei ying. being cc is more important to me than you are. I reject you and I will never have sex with you. that's why I came out to this cliff where you're playing the song I wrote for you. bye' and then leave??? lmao. please. PLEASE

plus it was a mutual decision based off of temporarily incompatible needs - lwj didn't abandon him! and if these fans are mad he 'let him go' then all they're saying is they're mad he didn't, what, imprison wwx somewhere he didn't want to be? clearly wwx wanted to travel and couldn't stay at CR, and clearly lwj needed to return to his home and help them all readjust to a shattered lxc and no cc. no it was good they each had time to breathe and they each as individuals needed to deal with things before they could be together

to be completely honest I think I would have liked the finale less if they HADN'T separated. postres, they slowly did become closer and started breaking down the barriers between them, but it was a process with a lot of stops and starts that seemed to stagnate at times. separation was a huge change that felt like it pushed their relationship into something new and resulted in an event so significant it was like they couldn't even show it. it was a really powerful choice!

to be fair if people don't like cql or think it's not gay enough or the censorship worked too well that's their business and I'm not going to lecture anyone into liking something they don't like, that's fine. there are little things about the performances and writing choices that annoy me too. but if the separation was written bc of censorship then they still got back together in the end and if the separation was an independent decision, then it was made to serve the story, which as a whole was a genuine and sincere attempt to convey a gay relationship even while being censored. and I do think it served the story and the characters very well. I know people also dislike cc lwj, which I can't fault them for since it's so far from the 'run away from the cultivation world' finale in the ending, but as someone who never read the book my first time watching, it made perfect sense to me. like....canonically wwx planned on returning and canonically lwj was there to greet him. if that hadn't happened, yeah it would have sucked. I would have been miserable. but it didn't! they got their ending together!

[livwritesstuff]

thanks for the tag @cheeky-undead <3 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

55 (according to AO3)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

435,923 good lord

3. What fandoms do you write for?

used to write for legends of tomorrow (rip) and now it's literally just steddie (and ronance when the inspiration strikes)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

if we're only talking stranger things (bc tbh i don't really wanna talk LoT lol):

i want your guy (to know)

swing, sucker, swing

plant a seed (we'll watch it grow)

honeydew (you love me, well)

don't look back, love (there's a million people)

5. Do you respond to comments?

yep i try my best to reply to all of them

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm not really one for angst tbh (writing it, anyway, i LOVE reading it). Angstiest overall is probably Covered in the Colors (LoT soulmate au w/an unhappy ending). For ST it's probably hold on (hold you)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

tbh most of my series The Satellite and the Sky has happy endings, but I guess that depends on your definition of "happy". plant a seed (we’ll watch it grow) is probably the happiest ending overall.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not very often these days -- i don't think it's ever happened during my time writing for the ST fandom bc i think there's been a shift in awareness that leaving hate comments on fic is generally really shitty and that individuals are ultimately responsible for curating their online experience

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I personally am not a smut writer. idk why but i always run into weird blockers whenever i try

10. Do you write crossovers?

not at the moment

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so -- come to think of it, I should probably being checking in on that every now and then

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i'm aware of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope - not opposed to it except that I move at a glacial pace when it comes to writing and I don't want to put that burden on anyone else lol

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

ooh fav of all time? idk i’m not really a multi-shipper to be honest. i usually get really into one ship for a while until my interest runs dry. longest running would probably be captain canary from legends of tomorrow, but i see myself ranting about all the ronance missed opportunities for a Long Time

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

i have bits and pieces of a hadestown au for steddie that i sincerely doubt will ever see the light of day bc I'm so genuinely intimidated by it. that musical is so so good and I couldn't write anything that came even close

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i’m pretty good at making things feel real. i’m a planner and a bit of an over-thinker so i really like the small details. i also tend to lean on writing what i know which i think helps

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have a hard time sticking to just one tense lol i don’t know what that's about.

i’m also a pretty literal thinker so tapping into metaphors and abstract ideas is still a challenge for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

there are stronger soldiers than me out there who can do this. generally speaking, i like to write what i know. english is the only language i have total fluency in so if i wanted to write dialogue in another language, i'd have to rely on google translate which is obviously not accurate at all (not for conversational dialogue anyway), and I think some realism slips there

19. First fandom you wrote for?

not sure if it counts, but i used to write little self-insert harry potter stories when i was in elementary school before i even knew that fic was a thing. i think my first published fic would have been for glee (again, rip)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

tbh I think just like honey (you make me melt) is my fav. I had never written Eddie's POV up to that point and I was really nervous going into it, but something about writing from his perspective made it easier for me to face some of my writing challenges

i also had SO much fun writing my tommy pov i want your guy (to know)

[savedpeople]

thoughts on the dead city finale:

sucks that ginny finally tried to talk and didn’t get to

everything i didn’t want to happen, happened lol. it’s revealed that ginny’s dad was one of the five men negan killed, and negan told her this to push her away and get her to go with armstrong, and now their relationship is likely strained if not ruined. she didn’t even want to wear his shirt anymore :( but you can also tell it hurt him to tell her and that he actually cares about her more than he says (confirmed bts later.) it also bugs me bc in ginny’s eyes this most likely confirmed maggie’s “he’s a monster” from last episode

and then i was unfortunately right, in that the dama wanted negan to... lead? help her lead? honestly it’s bizarre that she decided she needed him THAT badly and making him THAT important solely based on the croat’s fanboying, without ever meeting him. and now negan’s being forced into a position where he’ll likely have to be “old negan” again. 

“like mommy and daddy coming together”

i’m glad the croat’s still around i kinda like him lmao

BUT. it’s complete bs that the answer to “how did the croat know about negan and maggie’s history” is “he randomly ran into Jerome The Random Savior (i checked and this is not someone who was seen previously in the saviors, not even as a background character) over ten years later, and jerome told him about the story of The Widow, because for some reason, out of everything negan did, maggie’s story is the only story anyone from the savior era ever talks about.” still doesn’t explain how the croat knew what maggie looked like or managed to find her new community, or how he knows negan worked with her in season 11, since jerome was long gone by then. I really hate “characters absent during important events know intimate details about those events because random character the audience never met told them about it off-screen bc the plot needs it” stuff

negan indirectly/accidentally killing luther ended up having no consequences and was never found out since everyone in luther’s group died. all it did was distract maggie from telling negan about ginny’s dino... which she ended up never telling him about. he realized she wasn’t being truthful about things but the fact that she hid the dino never comes up.

negan got stabbed in the chest/shoulder?? and he just pulled the knife out and there was no blood or tear in his jacket? dude was just entirely unaffected lol

negan also confirmed that he would’ve helped maggie anyway if she’d been honest with him from the get-go

look okay i’ll say it the negan/maggie fight scene was hot idc

armstrong lied and told the marshals he killed negan, which is nice, but will probably backfire on him later

hershel not seeming excited, relieved, grateful, or anything about maggie rescuing him. how long was he with the dama? seeing that he drew a picture of her and mentioned almost feeling safer there than at home, it almost seems like he liked being there or formed some kind of bond with her, despite her chopping one of his toes off.

their relationship makes me sad. i honestly also, sincerely find it a bit weird that they’re writing maggie as being “obsessed” with negan still? like i understand the idea of her having a hard time with looking at hershel and just being reminded of glenn, and that affecting her relationship with hershel and him being bothered by that. but hershel specifically says it feels like she only sees negan when she looks at him, not his dad. and that his whole life she’s just been looking over his shoulder waiting for negan. this feels weird to me, and is different from her being reminded of glenn and thus also what negan did, if that makes sense. she’s spent years and years away from negan, and that on top of how their relationship was at the end of season 11, this obsession being described doesn’t really make sense? you’re saying that throughout those years of finding and building communities, in private she’s still obsessing over him that noticeably? that it’s so bad that hershel thinks 5+ years later that she still cares more about “revenge” and says he felt safer in nyc with the dama? it doesn’t totally seem to line up with what we’re seeing. idk maggie deserves a better storyline than constantly revolving around negan and glenn. and vice versa for that matter. i don’t want hershel to turn out like he did in the comics.

i like that hershel seems to have creative hobbies. he’s great at drawing and i believe we saw him playing the guitar?

i don’t know how i feel about the River People, and the confirmation that there were more groups Negan once ruled over. with the whole “people are a resource” thing and negan being vehemently against simon wiping out entire communities, and all out war presumably being the first time negan got desperate enough to resort to killing everyone, what happened to the River group since they’re clearly not in the picture anymore by the time Rick’s group shows up? if they were truly unable to provide, thus negan killing someone when they fail to deliver, i don’t see negan just continuing to kill someone every week until there was no one left. so like what happened there. this is also another issue with them adding new things to negan’s pre-rick days. they do realize negan was only a leader for likely not even a year and a half? there was not that much time after lucille’s death for negan to find the sanctuary, take over, and go through a whole bunch of communities. I also don’t know whether or not i like negan offering to let the croat use lucille and be the person to “kill one” in order to get the group to submit. especially since it was said that croat was brand new to the group and didn’t even know how things worked yet?? though it’s hilarious he missed the first time. you’re embarrassing dad, dude.

quietly adding “negan is a gin man, not a brandy man” to my box of random info canon has given me, as someone who has never had a sip of alcohol in my life and therefore can do nothing with this information

“i have a funky cramp in my leg, buggin’ the shit out of me” old man (lovingly.) cramp in his leg bothering him but his shoulder that was stabbed is a-ok lol

for dama handing negan the key my notes literally just say “fckn toe in a box” lmao

they need to give us the croat’s and the dama’s real names in season 2 bc i cannot go the rest of my twd days calling them The Croat and The Dama every time they’re mentioned and i refuse to believe negan actually called him “the croat” the entire time he was at the sanctuary

if this doesn’t end in negan offing the dama and getting a second chance to lead and doing it The Right Way this time then i don’t want it

if there was more, i forgot it, and it’s nearly 4:30am so i am o u t bc I have work tomorrow

[asachuu]

Paul "I'm not going outside for 6 years bc my partner is the only one i want to see" Verlaine doesn't actually grieve his partner trust me guys asachuu said so

Paul "I'm so sorry rimbaud now that you're gone I'm so terribly sad" Verlaine

my brother in christ asachuu can you actually read!!!!

-rimbaudthursday (sadly still blocked :( )

Um…anon…? I’ll scratch this up to an honest mistake, but…

You are aware that in the very same sentence I do acknowledge his grief post-epilogue, plus that is something I’ve never denied once, I’ve spoken about it multiple times as well, right?

Also, you are aware that I’m talking about every single thing happening pre-epilogue, in which— I’m not sure if we’ve read the same novel, but I’d like to sincerely believe you’ve accidentally skipped over what I quite obviously meant and downright said— Paul explicitly states himself that he hated Arthur, which is then further told to us on multiple occasions, and thanked Chuuya for bringing upon Arthur’s death, all which happened following his betrayal and Arthur’s “first” death…right?

To put it very simply:

Yes, Paul does indeed grieve his partner very deeply, regretting his actions more than anything, AFTER THE EPILOGUE OF STORMBRINGER.

BEFORE THE EPILOGUE OF STORMBRINGER, he does not— in fact, he does the exact opposite, expresses his disdain for Arthur in both words and actions many times, and this is what I’m referring to back in that post— I have absolutely no reason to be talking about Paul’s feelings at the very end when it’s absolutely irrelevant to covering his entire past with Arthur, in which it could not be made more clear those are not his feelings yet.

Additionally, on the chance you’re trying to make an argument of Paul carrying the grief with him up until the epilogue in which it’s made clear even to the audience— I don’t know if this is your opinion, of course, but I’ll say it regardless, just in case that’s what you were aiming at— you wouldn’t believe me saying this, but there is, canonically, at least some hesitation and grief in Paul’s mind shown to us right before he pulls the trigger on Arthur, but that’s where it ends for the time being, until the epilogue. Whether or not Paul somehow “secretly carried it around”, which…I can’t say I haven’t seen people claim already, would not only be downright impossible to tell with his constant reminders that yes, he did, in fact, hate Arthur, but also, it would change absolutely nothing about his behavior if it clearly had no influence on it— before the epilogue, I’ll remind you— when he still betrayed his partner, still expressed his joy over Arthur’s death, still spoke harshly of him on multiple occasions throughout the entirety of Stormbringer and still was the reason his late partner died sincerely believing he was never doing enough for Paul and he was the one in the wrong the whole time, among other ways he behaved extremely coldly towards Arthur that render any potential hidden guilt in his heart completely irrelevant, because none of it softened, let alone prevented a single thing he’d ever done.

Now, anon, I very much don’t find any use in being rude to anyone, but I do have to say, since you’ve been so kind and sweet to me first— and please take this in the most neutral, non-personal way you can— before you question whether I can read or not, in the case this wasn’t a simple, innocent mistake of yours at all, could you please find out the answer to this question about yourself first? While I will gladly explain what I’m talking about to you if you need more clarification on it, albeit I would be much happier to do so for a polite request rather than anything you’ve sent me so far, if you’ll deliberately ignore half of my words in the exact same sentence you must have read to even come up with this, I won’t be able to try to correct or explain it to you even if I do so fifty times, because you could easily just cherry-pick whatever you want to read yourself out of my words while discarding the whole rest again.

Nevertheless, with all that being said…to answer your question properly, yes, I believe I am able to read, thank you very much for asking. 💕

[amazingdudesblog]

Dreamworks, What is Happening?

Now DreamWorks hasn't always had the best track record, let's just be honest. But recently, it's been telling that they and Universal have been in a slump in terms of their decisions, no matter what type of those decisions are. You all already know how Ruby Gillman left a bad taste in my mouth, considering the writing could have been a straight shot into something emotionally investing, with Chelsea being redeemed and finding a family in the Gillman’s after being alone for so long. But they didn't do that because we just had to have an irredeemable villain, because it worked with Jack Horner, why not do the same trick and dance with Chelsea/Nerissa? The unfortunate truth is that this just left a bad taste in a lot of people's mouths. Now, while some did not mind this, let's just be honest and say it would have been best if they went with the more emotionally investing ending to the movie. But that's only part of the problem when you have the fact the marketing (which wasn't much at all either) spoiled the twist. Now I knew going into this movie Chelsea was gonna end up a villain, no surprise there, but the thing that made this movie crash and burn for me was the fact that this spoiled twist did not lead to anything much more. Sure you spoiled the twist either way, but with Chelsea being redeemed, you would at least have a very emotionally driven ending, and a positive message that's anti-war, anti-prejudice, and shows the value in one young woman showing compassion to another in hard times, and making her see that things don't have to be the way they are if they truly made an effort to change things by sticking together. I mean hell, my rewrite ends with them becoming practically sisters. But no, there is no touching ending where the girl who was alone with her revenge driven mother for most of her life, before that mother died trying to get a weapon to wage war again, finally got a friend in another girl who, even as she was trying to kill her, knew on the inside she was still just a child who's been through a lot and wasn't going to let her become a monster because of the conflict between their people. There was no ending where the grandma who thought of another species as monsters finally sees how wrong she's been and wants to make things right. No. It ends with an even dumber twist where the girl is actually the mother, and she's put in a cage and mermaids are actually just evil creatures. Big victory for nuanced writing, eh? And to make matters worse, universal decided it would be best to put this movie out during the time when spider-verse, elemental, transformers, Indiana Jones, and the flash were all also playing in theaters. You know what would have been a smart time to release the movie? September 1, no kids movies were releasing in theaters at that point (seriously go check) so maybe while ruby wasn't the pinnacle of writing, it at least would not have been stacked against spider-verse and elemental especially, thus you'd have a fun movie for the family and maybe it could have at least made its budget back. But no, release it around the two other animated movies that are obv gonna be more beloved by audiences bc they have arguably more stellar writing, and are obv gonna be suggested to more audiences bc they stuck with the viewers in a positive way, meanwhile the only way ruby stuck with viewers in a negative way with people thinking “well that was lame, I would have liked for Chelsea to be redeemed and become genuine friends with ruby, would have made a sweet and sincere ending.” Now this obv isn't the case for everyone, but come on, most of the audience would've probably left the movie on a more chipper note if this happened instead. So, take marketing that spoils the movie and isn't very prominent either way, writing that's about as bland as you can imagine, and a release date that can be described as stuck between a rock and a hard place, you have a box office flop that made not even 50 mil throughout it's entire run. Part 2 of this post coming soon, where I will talk about Orion and the dark and megamind

[hiding-under-the-willow]

thoughts on Eric and his place in the markiplier tv office dynamic? also Bingand Google? I love ur rants abt them all!!!

This is the point at which I have to be completely honest with you. I know Eric is deeply beloved by a lot of people, but I really do not have many thoughts on him. His whole thing came out like. Slighty after my exit from the fandom in middle school. So I remember watching his stuff when it came out, but he never got like. Absorbed into the canon in my head. So. Uh. Apologies on that one. Maybe I'll go back and rewatch his stuff at some point and come back with some thoughts.

Google and Bing on the other hand I can absolutely talk about.

So I think I vaguely mentioned their roles at the network in one of my previous posts but I'll elaborate lol. Google is Dark's assistant essentially, he's mostly in charge of finances and tech stuff around the office, but he also has some other responsibilities. I think out of everyone in the office there are two other people who know the exact reason for Dark's whole thing with Mark, who know the extent of his anger and his motivations. These two people would be The Host, bc well, kind of unavoidable, better to have an ally there than to just let it go unspoken, and Google, who knows because he is constantly helping Dark with his different revenge plots. He's constantly on the look out for opportunities for attack on Dark's end, stalking casting lists in different productions for jobs Mark might've taken, scanning forums and socials for mentions of him, hacking into security feeds and police records. He is The information guy for Dark.

Bing on the other hand kind of has no fucking clue about all that shit, cause he's working in PR, which means he's out working more so with the actual people in the studio, and more directly with Wilford. He's the guy behind the scenes making sure all of the deranged idiots he works with aren't doing shit so insane on air that they get the network shut down. Every script runs by him, every ad Ed makes, all of Bim's ideas for segments on his show, every story the Jim's pick up. All of it. That doesn't exactly stop the things the channel is producing from being completely unhinged, but i think Bing is aware of the public perception of the station enough to shape it in a way that won't get them in too much trouble.

See i think Bing was built with more of a understanding of human emotions than Google was. I think Google is more focused on hard data, while Bing was made more so with the application of that data in mind. Like. If you need government records that are probably not so legal to obtain. Google's your guy. If you want to use the data from those records to persuade the public to feel a certain way. Bing is your guy. You want to do some biometric scans of some guy to figure out stuff about his health? Google has that shit handled. You need to break some heavy news found from those scans to said guy. Bing knows how to handle it gracefully. That's the vibe on these two.

The thing is though. It's not that either of them were built to feel human emotions, even if you'd think it looking at Bing. He just happens to have been built with a better ability to understand, and therefore effectively act out said emotions.

This makes Bing really good at his job, because he's basically playing both sides in the office. He has a complex enough understanding of the view of the network by the public, as some kind of satire art project, and he leans into shaping that public image as much as possible, because that creates a stable market of pretentious art nerds and satire comedy enjoyers. He knows if the public were to realize the sincerity and reality of half the shit on the station they would lose their audience and get in a shit ton of trouble. But then he doesn't tell anyone in the office, who thinks they've got a genuine viewership base who understand their art or whatever, what perception the public has of them. He just makes the edits he needs to to their scripts, nudges them away from more dangerous bits, keeps everything under control, and let's both sides believe they've got what they want.

And this is the really interesting part, because I think the longer they spend in the office, the more they deviate from their original objectives to work for Dark and Wilford, the more they evolve. And I think Google does it faster. You'd think Bing, with his deeper understanding of human emotions and better capabilities at replicating them, would be more likely to see a more rapid decay of his more machine like tendencies as he begins to show more humanity. But bc so much of Bing's job at the studio is playing on his intented use of handling data and using it to manipulate people, he takes much longer to start breaking down those barriers. Google on the other hand, as much of his job is data oriented, something about seeing Dark in his most intense moments, of anger, of sorrow, of regret, or satisfaction, wherever his revenge journey leads him, that does something to him. Because he wants to understand the emotions that would lead someone to go to the lengths Dark does so badly. And that leads to a certain jealousy of Bing's understanding of human emotions. Only for him to realize that the jealousy itself is a human emotion. That he should not be able to feel. And things spiral from there. Anyways I think he probably developed a deep emotional attachment to Dark and his revenge journey meanwhile he's trying really hard to keep up the appearance that he is still the data driven machine he's always been.

Bing meanwhile I think is slowly starting to realize some shit is up with Google, and he's realizing there's something wrong with Wilford and Dark, something he doesn't know that he decides he needs to know if he's going to keep the public image of the studio up. I think it'd be really fun to see Google, the mechanical data driven one, attempting to appeal to the humanity and emotion of Bing, who is supposed to be the more human between them, because Bing is getting too carried away with the manipulation involved in his job.