#and the way he struggles with ideas of power

[nijigasakilove]

This show man.. this fucking show. Genuinely one of the most beautiful arcs I’ve ever seen. I’ve totally forgotten this was a show about delinquents because the last month of episodes have just been so healthy.

First of all, I love the idea of the boys helping out at the Ito residence! It’s so sweet that the boys just do positive shit around the community and really make a difference with community service.

“I’ve always loved cute and pretty things” I need a collab between Tsubakino and Makoto from Painoko soo bad so many parallels in their character, except the windbreaker world seems waaay more accepting of Tsubaki than Makoto. Both are two people who struggled to conform to gender norms and having to hide who they were and conforming to societal norms.

Being “normal” is so overrated and I teared up watching Yui and Mr. Ito explain how gender norms like clothing and makeup have evolved over time. We look at that as something for girls to do now, but back in the day there were guys wearing heels and lipstick. All of that stuff changes so much, just be true to yourself! There’s a powerful lesson in that for all of us.

The ending got me emotional again though because just as Ito and Yui helped Tsubaki be true to himself and dress the way he wanted to, Tsubaki helped Ito finally realize how his wife felt. I hate that it had to be in death, but at least she can rest peacefully knowing her feelings have finally truly been conveyed

Amazing episode, so much stuff challenging traditional social norms and traditional relationships. Ito and Yuji’s love story is different from most, but it worked for them and that’s all that matters. That’s the theme of this episode, do what works for you!!

P.S Sakura being a massive Tsubaki/Ume shipper is sooo cute lol my MC is such an understanding king.

[ghoulishhx]

maybe 21 with our baby switch!frankie? perhaps when hes discovering his subby side for the first time 🤭

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oh YUM yes. this is short bc ive been struggling lately with inspiration and whatnot (part of the reason i asked for these prompts) but i hope you enjoy nonetheless pookie <3

21.) wait- uh- do.. do that again..

18+ MDNI !!

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x FemSwitch!Reader

Content Warning: blowjobbb, mildly subby frank, edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk, cumeating, praise, beginning of cunnilingus. frank is moooody at the start, power dynmic switches a lot idk

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✦ distraction

10.pm. You arise from the confines of your bedroom and walk into the living room as you hear his boots thud along the wooden floor as the front door slams behind him.  

“Frankie! Hi, I missed y-” you're cut off by him walking past you, barely acknowledging you as his shoulder brushes yours, making his way into the bathroom. 

This behaviour doesn't surprise you, the nature of his work is tedious and it takes a lot of energy out of him, and you're more than patient. You sigh and trail behind him, leaning against the doorframe as you watch him clean the dried blood coating his knuckles off, the water in the sink turning from clear to red instantly. 

“Bad day?” you ask, already knowing the answer. He basically snorts at your query, shaking his head as he looks at you for the first time. You notice the way his jaw tightens and pupils expand at the sight of you, wearing a new black silk lounge dress. You blush under his eyes as he opens his mouth to speak. 

“Y'have no idea doll,” he sighs as he grips the porcelain of the sink, knuckles turning white with frustration, adrenaline from the events of the night still courses through his veins. “Just want to be alone for a bit-”

You cut him off, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. You've known Frank long enough now to know that being alone isn't what he needs right now, he needs a distraction, and boy do you have the perfect way to distract him.  

Your lips trail along his neck as your hands latch onto his belt, unbuckling the leather and unsheathing it from his worn jeans. 

“Sweetheart, what are y-”

“Shh Frankie, lemme take care of you, okay? Help you forget all about tonight, hmm?” you whisper in his ear, eliciting goosebumps to erupt along his skin as he groans, bucking his hips into your hand that is now resting on his bulge. You can't help but bite your lip to subdue a smirk, you know him too damn well, know what his body needs and when. 

“Fuck babydoll, alright alright.” he turns around and faces you, trailing his fingers along your jaw as you place kisses along his fingers. You take his calloused hand in yours and guide him to the bedroom, pushing him down onto the edge of the bed as you sit between his knees. Frank's hand instantly goes to your hair, the other rubbing comforting circles along your cheek as you remove his jeans from his legs, he lifts his hips to make it easier for you without having to be asked. 

Your eyes bulge out of your skull as you see his length through the dark boxers, already impossibly hard and leaking and you've barely even touched him. Without removing the garment, you place your lips at the base of his cock and kiss him through the fabric, running your tongue across the cotton all the way up to his tip. 

“Such a tease.. lookin’ at me like that” he grumbles, pushing himself up towards you, urging you to remove the clothing, desperation apparent. 

“Patience Frankie, just like seeing the effect I have on you.” you softly speak, humming appreciatively at the view before you. He rolls his eyes at your words, shaking his head as he darkly chuckles at how enamoured you are with him.

Lips now nearing the waistband, you take it between your teeth and pull the underwear down his body, exposing his cock to the cool air of the bedroom. Frank hisses at the sudden change in temperature, being as sensitive as he already was making the sensation even more apparent. You bite your lower lip before beginning to kitten lick his dark red tip, collecting his juices on your tongue and swallowing every drop he offered you. 

The noises coming from Frank already are sinful to say the least, he's always vocal in bed however after a bad day, you wish you could record the way he sounds, save the noises forever. His vulnerability shines through on nights like these, and your heart swells with pride knowing you're the person he has chosen to be like this with. Taking his heavy balls in your palm, you begin massaging them as you take his as much of his length as you can into your mouth, flattening your tongue and swirling it around his girth. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, fresh precum oozing from his tip. You flick your tongue up and down his length while he's still inside the warmth of your mouth, 

“Wait-uh, do.. do that again.” 

You briefly pause the blowjob, moving your gaze and mouth from his throbbing cock as you run your nails teasingly up his thigh.

“What was that, Frankie?” you sultry whisper, cocking your head to the side as you raise your eyebrow and curl your lips into a smirk. Frank’s words took you completely by surprise, his request making your core throb as he cadenced his words with a whimper. His look compared to yours is far less composed, chest heaving as sweat beads along his brow, lips parted as he groans at the loss of contact. His hands leave your hair and move to where he needs them most, pumping his cock slowly in his hands as the tip throbs blood red, precum oozing from his slit.

“No no baby, y’can have me back in a sec.. Use your words f’me, okay?” you firmly take his wrist from his member and place his hand on your cheek. Frank’s thumb instantly moves to your swollen lips, toying with the plushness before you wrap your mouth around his digit, swirling him in your mouth as you take him as deep as possible, reminding him of the same sensation that was once on his cock, the one you denied mere seconds ago.

“Fuck baby- don’ make me beg.” he groans as you nibble his thumb before using your tongue to soothe the slight sting. 

“It’s just, ya felt so.. feel so good. C’mon doll, want y’pretty mouth around me again..” he starts bucking his hips towards your mouth, chasing your warmth once again.

“Use your manners, Frank. C’mon, say please.”

“Shit doll- hmph fuck..” he moans apprehensively, his cock twitching uncontrollably, the lack of control making him questionably more aroused (though he will never admit that to you). He feels safe being this vulnerable with you, willing to let you explore your more dominant side. “P-please baby.. Need you.. Do it again, please-”

“That's it Frankie, easy as that.” you grin, proud as you wrap your mouth around his cock, resuming the pace you had before, running your tongue along his prominent vein before flicking it across the top of his frenulum as you fondle his balls once again with your palm. His hips buck into you, pushing himself impossibly further down your throat as you allow him to fuck your face. 

“That’s it, just like that shit. Good fuckin’ girl, takin’ me so well.” he praises in between moans and gasps, taking back the control, slightly, but you allow it. You got what you wanted, you made Frank Castle, The Punisher himself, beg for you; the realisation sending waves of arousal through your body like electricity. 

It’s not long before he’s emptying himself down your throat, moaning your name along with strings of curse words as his hands firmly grasp your hair. His sticky seed coats the walls of your throat, thick and hot as you swallow every last drop. You pull your mouth from him with an exaggerated “pop” and a string of saliva stays connecting the two of you. You giggle at his form, bright red and whole body tremors encompass him, the sheer force of his orgasm destroying him.

“Y’gonna be the death of me, girl.” he mumbles as he pulls you up to him, kissing you bruisingly as he flips you onto your back, trailing his mouth down your body, stopping at your dripping core. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he places a short kiss on your bundle of nerves, spreading you apart with his fingers as me smirks at how slick you are, dripping arousal all over the sheets. 

“Fuckin’ soaked baby, lemme repay ya f’making me feel so good, yeah? Takin’ my mind off shit so well” you nod desperately as he chuckles, instantly latching himself to your clit as you arch your back into him. He revels in the way you instantly come undone beneath him, humping his face. Despite him letting you take control sometimes, he always reminds you who comes out on top.

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a/n: idk how i feel ab this, im just really self conscious ab my writing lately. please lmk if you liked it!

my inbox is open!

[murdocksapostasy]

bob reynolds x therapist!reader

tags: use of pharmaceutical drugs, mentions of mental health struggles, slight fluff, mentions of depression, involuntary taking of medication kinda.?

warning: i’m not a mental health professional do not take anything written here as professional advice or truth. (i also know bob definitely has bipolar but im not writing about bipolar sry)

after the events of new york with bobs whole void situation, everyone thought it would be best if bob got some support for his mental health struggles, yelena especially. she really cares about bob and didn’t want him to fall deeper into his personal void.

so here’s where you come into play, a licensed psychiatrist who specialises in powered-people, and just so happens to be an old friend of yelena’s, by that we mean..the red rooms

still the dynamic between you and bob was friendly if anything, you were simply there to keep an eye on him, make sure he takes his pills and be a shoulder to cry on that can give him professional advice. and weren’t exactly useless to the other thunderbolts either. again, experience withred rooms and a degree in psychology.

when you first met bob he was very timid but soon enough your calm and caring approach got him pretty comfortable around you.

now, it’s the afternoon at the watchtower and you knock on the door of bobs room for a check up.

“bob.? can i come in.?”

you hear a faint yeah come from inside before walking in, there you see bob sitting in the corner of the room looking out the window. he looks at you with that wide eyed expression he always has,

“hey..”

“hi bob, how are you feeling today?”

you could already tell by his body language it was definitely gonna be a low day.

“uh, i don’t know i think i’m okay..”

“could you put that on a scale from one to ten for me?”

„like a four maybe.?”

your face doesn’t show it but you’re a little disappointed, not in bob. you’re very proud of the progress he’s making, you just don’t like when he’s upset.

“that’s alright. can i give you your pills bob?”

you say taking out a little plastic cup with a little white pill inside, you extend your hand towards bob kindly offering him the pill. (even though he has to take them)

bob hesitates, before nervously brushing off his resistance.

“i don’t know..i just”

“is everything okay?” you ask a little surprised

“yeah it’s just… is it normal to feel weak? for taking anti depressants i feel like i should be able to handle myself. i can’t help like feel im doing something wrong?”

your gaze softens, and silence fills the air only for a few seconds while you think of an good way to phrase your response.

“you’re not weak, whatsoever and this won’t last forever, we all need some extra support sometimes, i used to take tablets too.”

“really?” bob tilts his head in curiosity.

“mhm”

silence fills the room again only for a brief moment before an idea pops into your head.

“come here.”

bob is a little caught off guard by the request but complies anyways walking over to you.

you turn over the small plastic cup letting the singular table fall into the palm of your hand, you put your free hand on bobs chin opening his mouth before placing the tablet on his tongue and watching him swallow.

your hand stays on his chin a bit too long before you finally take it away handing him a bottle of water.

bob looks at you a little confused taking in what just happened, you’re not sure either it just felt right.

“t-thank you”

he says giving you a small smile.

“i’m proud of you”

you say walking towards him before placing a little kiss on his forehead.

[aingeal98]

I haven't read any comics w Jay in them, but all I hear about it is that they're a bland nothing character made only so they can advertise Jon as queer. But since YOURE a fan of JayJon and one of the realest people on this site, i dont think that's v accurate (the bland part, at the very least) and I'm curious about what they're like :3 (also the panel they chose for the poll is not flattering at all T.T why does Jon look like that)

Awww thank you! I can't promise they're everyone's taste, and I understand people's hesitation due to the double whammy of Tom Taylor and Jon Kent, and initially when Jay was introduced I didn't have any interest in them at all. What got me intrigued was the ongoing Secret Six run, which is a book absolutely chock full of messy gay drama. And that got me to go back and deep dive into Jayjon.

The basic summary that I can give as propaganda is that Jay is a seventeen year old anarchist who successfully convinced Jon Kent to go along with his plan to overthrow a dictatorship. He's much more active a partner than a generic love interest, and in a lot of ways he's helping Jon define who he is outside of "Superman's son." Despite being created by Tom Taylor, the more comics Jay appears in the more it becomes clear that he's not a two dimensional sweet supportive love interest. That boy is a Hater. It's literally one of my favourite things about him.

(And also I think people saw Tom Taylor's name, Jon Kent as the protagonist, and Jay's pink hair and made a whole bunch of assumptions about him and Jayjon that lumped them in with Tim Drake and Bernard under the "DC doesn't care they're just throwing these heroes with random boring gay love interests" take. Which I disagree with especially when it comes to Jay tbh.)

But to understand my own personal love for jayjon, as someone who doesn't really care about male characters in general, you gotta understand the third part of this messy triangle: Nia Nal aka Dreamer. Spoilers for everything involving the three of them below.

Her backstory is written in Bad Dream: A Dreamer's Story but basically Nia is a half alien trans girl who grew up in a hidden alien sanctuary in America, until her powers manifested and she left and after some drama and tragedy, she became a hero. She shows up in Jon's Superman run to help Jon and Jay out because of future visions she had in her dreams. Why? Well now we get deep into Jay.

Jay Nakamura is a refugee from Gamorra, an Asian Island nation located in the Pacific. His mother used to be president of Gamorra, but when her successor was elected he turned the island into a dictatorship and began experimenting to create metahumans. Jay was tortured and experimented on, gaining the power to turn intangible. He fled and made his way to America, where he began running an underground news site attempting to expose the news mainstream media ignores, such as the Gamorran refugees. Jon during this run is struggling with the weight of being Superman and what kind of hero he wants to be, and decides to help Jay and the Gamorrans. They fall in love, kiss, and end up saving Gamorra with Nia's help. It's very Tom Taylor as in the ideas are interesting but he's limited to everyone getting an uncomplicated happy ending. Luckily, the characters aren't limited to his run. So instead of being a simple happy ending, things get a lot more complicated.

Then comes the one two whammy of Suicide Squad Dream Team and Absolute Power, which is a terrible comic for Amanda Waller but a great comic for Jon, Jay and Nia. Really enjoyable if you pretend Waller is possessed by an evil magic force the entire time. In Suicide Squad, Waller assembles a team in order to infiltrate Gamorra and take control. She blackmails Nia into being a part of the team first by threatening to expose her hometown of aliens to all of America, and later on by holding the life of her family hostage so that she does Waller's bidding. This leads to Nia using her powers to get the Suicide Squad into Gamorra, where they then assassinate the president.

... Aka Jay's mom.

Nia does end up flipping sides and helping Jon in Absolute Power after he's possessed by Braniac, but despite that Jay still despises her, and understandably so! Jon is caught in the middle between this girl he likes who he knows is a good person, and the boyfriend he loves who understandably hates her. And on top of that his fear of his powers being used to harm others came true and he is NOT coping well after his first time being possessed. And also Nia seems to be crushing on him.

So we come to Secret Six, which three issues in is just gay drama from top to bottom. You've got Deadshot and Catman for old man yaoi, Jon Jay and Nia all forced to work together and full of messy emotions, and Black Alice who was also part of the team who killed Jay's mom but is far less openly remorseful compared to Nia.

And thanks to all that, I've grown very fond of Jon/Jay/Nia. Trans girl who's OK with killing certain assholes vs Anarchist gay guy from a discriminated minority vs Jon Kent liberal flirting with leftism while also dealing with superpowered trauma. It's a powder keg and an entertaining one!

Bonus reading list by bobbinalong on twitter. And bonus extra fun panels.

^^ Guy who is definitely doing OK and his boyfriend who definitely does not feel personally responsible for calming him down

They're very gen z and the Tom Taylor does shine through at first but I still enjoyed them a lot. Secret Six is one of the current ongoings I'm loving and need more of. Might not be everyone's cup of tea, but definitely mine!

[sunderwight]

So, with the latest developments in To Be Hero X, I'm starting to develop a theory about trust/belief value and how it works.

On the surface, it seems like the amount of believers creates more powerful results. We see Lin Ling get physically stronger during the livestream of Nice holding up Firm Man's statue, which sort of backs this idea up. It also makes sense. Number go up = power go up, number go down = power go down.

But, Yang Cheng managed to develop superpowers and beat up two bad guys just based on one believer. Considering that most people have a non-zero number of believers, usually consisting of their immediate family, it seems unlikely that such a low number of believers would typically correspond to just developing lightning powers and shit.

I think there are two obvious possible explanations for it here, not mutually exclusive, but I think the second option gained a bit more credence with the latest episode.

Option one is that people do tend to have natural superpowers, and having believers just amplifies or helps unlock what's already there in some way. High stress survival situations may also contribute. So Yang Cheng's fight to rescue Little Pomelo would have been a perfect cocktail of events, as he simultaneously unlocked his superpowers in a life-or-death brawl and gained a follower capable of boosting said powers.

Option two, however, is that the nature of belief is even more vital than the amount of it. This is already somewhat confirmed in how the nature of belief impacts a hero's downsides and limits, and the kind of abilities they have, but what's less clear is how the strength of individual belief compares to the number of believers. Little Pomelo did not just believe in Yang Cheng, he believed in Yang Chang as a manifestation of E-Soul. He believed that Yang Cheng could do what E-Soul, the image of a hero that exists in the public consciousness, could do in that situation.

So it's probable that the potency of Yang Cheng's abilities came from the potency of E-Soul's image and mythology. It's not just people believing in him, it's people believing in him as E-Soul, which gives him equivalent power to E-Soul.

It's like, if you believe someone you love can ace that test they're struggling with, you might count as their believer, but your belief is not going to give them superpowers. At most it will just help them find the resolve to study, or perhaps remember important facts at the right time. If a lot of people believe that someone can ace a test, it might rewire their brain to be better at test-taking, which is spooky, but still not necessarily awarding them superpowers. It would also depend on the conviction of your belief. Do you really 100% believe without a doubt that they're going to pass, or are you just optimistic about their prospects?

If you believe, sincerely, that someone can shoot lightning out of their hands, then your belief will give them the power to shoot lightning out of their hands. Even if you're the only person who believes that about them.

I think this second theory gained more credence due to the nature of E-Soul Prime's PR team freak-out about Yang Cheng, and specifically their accusations that Yang Cheng was infringing because his power could not and would not exist without him impersonating E-Soul, and that without infringing he wouldn't be able to produce the level of power he's demonstrated.

But the more interesting prospect is of course, combining the ideas. Yang Cheng could have just hit a perfect storm of being a good actor who chose to impersonate a hero whose skills his own hidden abilities would emulate very well. Contrast this with Lin Ling and Nice, where if Lin Ling really has precognition/visions/etc as his power, then his Nice-related powers were ONLY awarded to him via the belief system. Which is why they failed pretty spectacularly the minute he dropped that image. Whereas Yang Cheng could lose believers down to the single digits, but as long as someone like Little Pomelo still believed in him, he'd still be able to lightning punch a guy.

[crushedsweets]

Okay, but like, realistically, how would the Creeps having a partner (who isn't a proxy or associated with Slender/The Operator) even work? I mean, they're serial killers, and the whole Slender Sickness stuff would probably make that even harder, right? I feel like a lot of people would be scared off once they found out their partner was actually a murderer. Would the Creeps even try to convince them to stay?

(I have no idea where I was going with this. I pray it makes sense.)

ok fine x reader work from me YOU GOT ME.

ok jk i might use 2nd person/"you" cos its easier. but this isnt purposefully x reader content cos thats not my niche + i struggle with writing romance LOL . and a lot of these r very unhealthy dynamics, cos im not writing for romance, just answering the prompt

im not covering laari, ben, sally, dina, ann, or lulu in this cos theyre either children or not fit for a relationship (well nobody in this damn au is but ykwim)

FOR THE PROXIES... im imagining you meet them cos they come into your job. maybe a diner or grocery store or something

tim would have to get a partner completely by accident. as in, he's a regular at a diner and keeps getting the same server - and the server would have to make the first moves. it's not that he doesn't notice if someone's attractive or kind or something, but he idea of romance sounds so...unfair to him? unfair to whoever he's inflicting his life on. fearful of infecting them, etc - so you'd have to be really persistent, or really phenomenal for him to push. LOL. he'd try everything in his power to prevent you getting involved with the forest - which unfortunately makes him a less than ideal partner. wont explain why he's gone for so long besides "work" (which, to be fair, he's a truck driver in my au so its true most of the time). wont explain why he only hangs out with brian. why he's stuck in a shoddy apartment rooming with the same guy from college. why he's stood you up on a few dates. he'll apologize and mean it, trying to make up for it in some gifts and late night drives.

if he somehow fucked up and let you in on his life, he'd try to lie and lie and lie. he doesn't want you to know. he'll blame others, or try to convince you you're seeing things, misunderstanding - and frankly, he'll leave you if he thinks there's no turning back. an apology and half-honest conversation telling you he cant do this anymore. for your safety, for his job, etc etc - he wont hold on. if you love something let it go he sayssss

brian is kinda similar, in the sense that he isn't purposefully seeking out a relationship, but if you were to keep bumping into him and flirting every time, he probably couldn't help himself much if he found you attractive. he'll give you his number and entertain you, but he doesn't have intentions to maintain a long-term, serious relationship - HOWEVER, if it got that far, he'd be a bit messier than tim. tim will gladly look like a shitty partner if it protects his s/o, but brian hates that idea. he feels like an asshole and just wants to make you happy and be with you, but fuuuuuck DUTY CaLLS I GUESS. the issue with this is that, while he might come see you more often, he's also coming disheveled. dirty jeans, mysterious gloves, weird red spots, a gun in his backseat - his response to that depends on your nosiness and persistence

and if your nosiness and persistence resulted in you finding out what happened (he'd keep lying until you completely trap him in his lies) then maybe. maybe he'd come clean. only if you two are VERY serious. and in a way, part of him just ... expects you to stay. he's been a good boyfriend, and if he can prove to you this is some supernatural entity destroying his life and he isn't maliciously hurting people, (plus he will downplay his kill count drastically, if he even admits to it), then why wouldnt you stick it out?

but if you were deadset on leaving? welp. he's not begging

toby is. interesting actually im not too sure. honestly i HC that he really does want the whole white-picket-fence family lifestyle, but its a VERY repressed desire. completely buried it. i also HC that he's kinda pathetic when it comes to romance, so he develops short, fleeting crushes and infatuations pretty easily. so dont flirt with him he will get too excited and itll be upsetting when he later drops it. and he's so insecure and drowning in self hatred + trust issues, it's really difficult to get anywhere with him romantically - cos one day he'll be texting nonstop, seem super interested, and the next he's ignoring you or completely dry cos he's convinced you're fucking with him. you gotta start as friends, probably, and just hope he's still interested in friendship if he had a dying crush on you. THEN you can prob progress into romance. LOL

anyhow, like brian, he messily hides his work - he'll lie about being a hunter and it helps out, but.. its just very suspicious that he wont let you come to his house. or that he keeps talking about his female roommate named kate and you cant help but raise a brow. or when he comes over with a black eye and gets really fidgety around cops. RED FLaGS. it's not like he's some hard badass player, but your mind will wander... but he tries to be a good boyfriend, even if his idea of it is warped or he's really forgetful or insecure or moody . he's not disloyal or purposefully mean

chances are you find out his job cos he has a breakdown in front of you. prob comes to you already disheveled, bloody, panicking, seeking comfort, begging you not to see him differently. he's the only proxy to completely expose himself - and unlike the others, he will beg you not to go. try to overexplain everything, dig his grave deeper, subtle threats, so on. if you accept him as is, he's elated - stuck to your hip even more than usual. if you tell him you cant, he's livid. he'll leave, but expect calls and him on your doorstep later, telling you to hear him out.

but he'll give up eventually. he can only handle so much humiliation and if he keeps getting rejected, he'll start to hate you - and he doesnt want to. he rather remember you well and hate himself

kate is difficult. getting into a relationship with her is virtually impossible because she just. . has like, no interest ? ok. not no interest. the idea of romance and love doesnt sound bad to her, but she genuinely cannot imagine herself in a relationship - she barely can comprehend she has friends. she cant really do anything for you besides awkwardly sit with you and pick at her nails. and she has a flip phone for calling the others, but she will not text - so unless youre willing to call 5 times before getting a tired "why are you calling me", youre very likely to give up on her.

even if she falls head over heels for someone and cant get them out of her head, she isnt going to call you first or reach out to spend time with you, completely convinced it would just be you doing "charity work" or something stupid she heard from toby's own self deprecation. SO GOOD LUCK. if you manage to make her your partner, she'll finally process that maybe she needs to start behaving differently LOL but be patient. its not that she doesnt love you or think about you, but she'll run through 30 reasons why calling is a bad idea before she settles on "i just wanna hear their voice"

regarding work, she doesnt know how to navigate it. asks toby for advice, but he just says "keep them from this stupid shit" and she doesnt ask for details. so she wont tell you where the cabin is, only briefly mentioning she lives with a lumberjack (panicked lie), etc. when you find out about everything (cos she's the only proxy where its a definite), she just kinda slumps. shrugs and waits for you to tell her what you want to do. if you're done, she'll feel sick to her stomach and MaYBE try to insist "but it makes it easier now that you know". ask you to not go for one night, at least, then she'll forget about you by tomorrow - so just one more night, nothings gonna happen, etc etc. up to you by that point, but it IS true, it is easier now that you know. you can meet everyone and come to the cabin now, which helps

FOR THE SUPER NaTURaL...

jack....GOOD FUCKING LUCK HE'S SWORN OFF LOVE FOREVER. im joking but like kate, he truly doesn't believe he can ever ever ever be in a relationship again - either from fear of betrayal or disgust with himself. plus, like...he can't even leave the forest. HOWEVER, if youre okay with tucking yourself away in a cabin forever, he'll be good. he makes solid money being a 'human remains disposer' on the dark web, even if 99% of it rots in a random crypto account LOL. he only does it for the meat, but ykw.

you would have to meet him through one of the other creeps or the dark web thing(but that implies ur not a normal civilian so ill skip that..). depending on who introduces you, it can change his approach - if its someone like toby or jeff, he wont think twice about you in a romantic sense. if its someone like nina or clocky, then he might silently listen to your voice and let his mind wander to a nice little life in the cabin with you - but like everyone else, youd have to be the one making advances. even if you confess, he'll gently let you down - regardless of his interest in you. "it just wouldnt work, you deserve good things, i couldnt do that to you" etc etc. but he wouldnt be able to coldly turn you away, every bit of rejection makes it clear he doesnt mean it - WHICH SUCKS. hurts to say n hurts to hear.

but by that point, if the relationship progresses, then youre good there. LOL. nothing else you can find out - to date jack, you need to know everything and be okay with it already. so yay :3

FOR THE INFECTED...

clocky. ok finally someone easier than the proxies or jack. but not easy... clocky isnt exactly against dating, but her standards are very high. one wrong sentence and shes not going to entertain you. her guard is up so , so , so very high and all she wants is to protect her peace, not entertain someone who wont make her life better - even though shes friends with a buncha weirdos who complicate it more, but whatever.

if its by time she's in her tattoo apprenticeship, she's not so opposed to just...getting lunch or coffee with someone. talking, going on a walk, buying them lunch, listening to their day. she sees beauty in the mundane, so she likes to observe mannerisms of someone if she's on a date(but she's prob not even sure its a date) and it would stress her out later on. LOL. she's so focused on her independence and building a life for herself, so it's stressful for her - but she wouldnt take it out on you. she's big on respect, and if you've been good enough to her to reach this point, then she's nver gonna disrespect you by ignoring you or speaking down on you or pretending you're unimportant.

its very easy for her to hide the whole proxy-slendy stuff, luckily. she's long been healed of O/S syndrome and since slendy didnt want her to be a proxy, she's just...living life. she comes to the proxy cabin, helps with hunting, the algoids, etc - so its very , very easy to hide that part of her life. but if it causes issues, and you're already dating, and you bring it up respectfully, she'll gently apologise and insist itll be different - and it will be, she doesnt make empty promises.

BUT if you somehow find out, then she. ok two paths. she'll break back into the scared girl she used to be and snap at you, getting aggressive, push you away, completely shut you out - somehow blame you for getting involved. or she'll just. let you go silently. no fighting, no begging, no lashing out. just let you go - but then she'd freak out to the proxies, esp toby. "you fucking assholes keep taking and taking and taking from me"

nina is easy to fall for and she's easy to fall in love. you could meet her in any situation, really , and either one of you could be the first to pursue eachother. and i. ok i cant say shes a good girlfriend. she's erratic, hypocrytical, jealous, clingy, etc - it sucks sometimes, but she can be really good provided the chance.

similar to clocky, very easy for her to hide everything - biggest issue would be her inability to keep a secret. she likes to brag and share parts of her life with everyone, so she's always talking about her "totatlly badass friends in the forest" and insisting she sees ghosts, demons, etc - which i mean. shes being honest. thats up to you if you believe her

if you find out everything, she completely expects you to be normal about it. cos why r u being weird she told you already, right?

which is why she'd freak if you took that as a reason to break up. like toby, she's gonna beg - and if she keeps begging, she'll start to hate you. it sucks and theres not much i can write abt her here cos its very straight forward - she wouldnt hide it very well, youd find out, and she expects you to stay and be normal.

jane ...doesnt interact much with the proxies. her biggest tie to the supernatural is sally, which is the only reason she has small agreements with them - so honestly. if you two were together long enough and serious enough, she'd sit you down and tell you everything. she isnt the type to lie

dating jane is difficult - this is assumign she never married mary, of course, and even in that timeline, i made mary a highschool friend of hers who took care of her after jeffs attack. if it werent for that bond, jane wouldve been so closed off - esp cos of how dedicated she is to her work.

but if you manage to get with her, she's lovely. takes good care of you, save for her workaholic habits

jeff um. ok. again, you cant date him unless youre already okay with his lifestyle, so there isnt rlly the whole "when they find out, will they leave?" but instead moreso.... "when it gets too much, will they leave?" which. ok. i think if jeff RLLY fell in love with you, like genuinely, he wouldnt kill you obviously. cos he loves you. but he's livid if you suddenly decide its too much. "the fuck you mean its too much? you put up with this bullshit for how long, and now youre giving up?" etc etc. doessnt understand why youd do that to him, especially cos he thinks hes doing really good

which. ok, good is subjective, and jeff isnt ever gonna be perfect to any extent, but again, regardless of his massive ego and other. issues. if he loves you, he's gonna try - he wants to be around you, wants to hear your laugh, etc. but it takes a lot of effort from him, even if it feels like bare minimum. which isnt good, but that explains why he gets so angry about it - and at the very least, even if he agrees to break up, he's not agreeing to letting go fully . still expects you to hang out, text, call, talk. not good

[idkyetxoxo]

Tyland Lannister - Shield

Summary - Kidnapped by enemies of her husband, she must fight to protect her daughter in a world of cruelty and fear. With danger closing in, survival depends on the strength they never knew they had.

Pairing - Tyland Lannister x reader

Warnings - Violence

Word count - 2449

Masterlist for Tyland • House of the Dragon General Masterlist

Having a powerful lord for a husband was both a blessing and a curse. Tyland commanded respect and fear throughout the realm, but his many triumphs had left a trail of bitter rivals. 

While his strength shielded us from countless dangers, it also cast a long shadow over our lives. His enemies were numerous, their hatred relentless.

Tyland had always been adamant about keeping me removed from his disputes. "No wife of mine will carry the weight of politics," he'd say, pressing a reassuring kiss to my forehead. "And certainly not Alora. Let her have her innocence while she can." 

I knew he meant well, but the isolation often left me feeling powerless, as though I existed only on the edges of his world. Today, I felt the weight of his words more than ever.

"Come, my sweet. Your father will be waiting for us," I said, tugging gently on Alora's arm. 

My young daughter skipped beside me, her small hand snug in mine. Her golden curls bounced with every step, a mirror of the carefree joy I fought so hard to preserve for her.

"Will we have venison again?" she asked with a dramatic pout, her wide blue eyes peeking up at me.

I couldn't help but laugh, remembering how she had solemnly declared she couldn't eat her "forest friends" the last time venison was served. "No venison tonight. Your father made sure of it."

Her face lit up with delight. "Good! Maybe we can have sweets first."

"Only if you don't tell your father," I teased, squeezing her hand. We giggled together, the sound blending with the gentle rustling of the trees and the chirping of birds. 

It was one of those rare, untroubled moments that felt untouched by Tyland's world of politics and rivalries.

But the moment shattered like glass.

One minute, Alora was laughing at the idea of dessert, her eyes bright with mischief. The next, she was ripped from my arms by shadowed figures that seemed to emerge from the trees themselves.

"Alora!" I screamed, my voice cracking with panic as two men dragged her away. She writhed in their grasp, her small fists beating uselessly against their unyielding arms. 

Instinct took over as I lunged forward, clawing and striking at the nearest one, desperate to pull her back to me.

"Let her go!" I cried, nails raking across rough leather and skin. One of the men caught my wrist, twisting it sharply until I cried out in pain. Still, I kicked and thrashed, adrenaline giving me strength, though I knew it was futile.

"She's a fighter," one of them grunted, his tone almost amused as he dodged my wild strikes.

I turned to scream for help, but another figure grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms and lifting me off the ground. 

My struggles were useless; they were stronger, larger, and prepared for this. Alora's sobs filled the air, fueling my desperation as I twisted and kicked in their iron grip.

"Please! She's just a child!" I begged, tears streaming down my face.

But there was no mercy in their cold eyes. One of them leaned in close enough for me to smell the staleness of ale on his breath. 

"Your lord husband has made many enemies," he hissed. "And now he'll pay the price."

I felt the cold bite of a blade press against my neck as they hauled us deeper into the woods, Alora's cries fading into whimpers. 

My heart raced, torn between terror and fury. Tyland's enemies had come for his family. And I, shielded from his world for so long, had no way to fight back.

The journey was a blur of cold and terror. My arms and legs ached from the struggle, my wrists rubbed raw from where they'd bound them with rough cords. 

They dragged us both through the woods, the moonlight flickering weakly through the branches above, casting shifting shadows that seemed to mock my helplessness. 

Alora's cries were the only sound in the oppressive silence.

"Mommy! Mommy, help me!" she sobbed, her voice hoarse from screaming, but the men paid her no mind. The one holding her kept his grip firm, a hand clamped around her small frame as if she were nothing more than a sack of grain.

I stumbled as they yanked me forward, the damp earth slick beneath my feet. My pleas had fallen on deaf ears; their silence was colder than the night air.

We finally emerged into a clearing, and ahead loomed a squat, foreboding structure—an old stone building with iron bars on its narrow windows. 

They dragged us through a heavy wooden door that creaked loudly on its hinges, the sound echoing through the dark, empty halls inside. 

The air turned damp and rank, the musty stench of mildew and neglect thick in my nose.

They forced us down a spiralling staircase into the bowels of the place, each step colder than the last. 

My heart sank as I caught sight of the cell. It was nothing more than a pit of despair—bare stone walls, puddles of stagnant water on the floor, and a single torch sputtering weakly in the corner.

The men shoved me inside first, my knees hitting the freezing floor. My breath came in ragged gasps as I watched, powerless, while one of them stepped inside with Alora, still holding her tightly. 

He didn't place her down; instead, he pulled her close, one large hand stroking her golden curls as if she were a pet.

Alora sobbed harder, her tiny hands clawing at his chest, her tear-streaked face turned desperately toward me. "Mommy! Mommy, please!"

"Stop it!" I screamed, struggling against the men who pinned me down on either side. I tried to lurch forward, but their grip was like iron. "Please, don't hurt her! Don't touch her!"

The man with Alora smirked, his fingers trailing down her hair, brushing her cheek as she flinched away. "Pretty little thing, isn't she? Quiet, girl. Your tears won't help you now."

"No!" I wailed, my voice raw, my body trembling with rage and anguish. The sight of her—the way she cried for me, her small body wracked with fear—was unbearable. 

My own tears blurred my vision as I thrashed against my captors.

"Do what you will with me!" I pleaded, my voice cracking under the weight of my desperation. "Anything you want, just... just don't hurt her! Leave her alone, I beg you!"

My words hung in the air like a death knell, heavy and suffocating. 

The man holding Alora paused, his dark eyes narrowing as he studied me. His hand lingered in her golden curls, fingers curling around them like a predator playing with its prey. My stomach churned as I watched him, powerless to stop him.

Instead, I bit my lip until I tasted blood, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

"Take me," I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute. "Take your revenge, your anger—whatever it is. But let her go. Please... she's just a child."

He tilted his head slightly, an unsettling smirk spreading across his face. 

"Take you?" he murmured as if considering the idea. His gaze dragged over me, deliberate and violating, as if stripping me bare with his eyes. "Oh, we have plans for you, lady. So many plans. You can't imagine the half of it."

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in, his breath hot and rancid against my ear. "By the time we're through with you, you'll wish we'd never spared you at all."

I recoiled instinctively, but the two men gripping my arms yanked me back, holding me in place.

He laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent shivers of dread down my spine. His rough hand moved to my face, brushing against my cheek in a mockery of tenderness. 

I turned my head away, but he grasped my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Oh, don't look so frightened. We've only just begun."

His lips grazed my cheek in a grotesque parody of a kiss. My entire body stiffened in revulsion, and bile rose in my throat as his laughter echoed around the cell.

"Disgusted?" he sneered, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. "Good. I like it when they squirm."

"You're a coward," I spat, my voice trembling but fierce.

The words left my mouth before I could think, fueled by anger and revulsion, though I knew they meant little against the strength of my captors. The men flanking me laughed, their grips tightening until my shoulders ached.

"Such spirit," the man mocked, shaking his head as if amused. "We'll see how long that lasts."

He turned his attention back to Alora, who was huddled in the corner, her small body trembling as she buried her face in her hands. 

"Your mother's very brave, isn't she, little one?" he taunted, taking a step toward her.

"No!" I screamed, struggling violently against the hands holding me. "Don't you dare touch her!"

"Enough," one of the other men grunted, yanking me back against the cold stone wall. "Let the brat be. For now."

The man sneered but relented, turning back to me instead. He crouched before me, his face inches from mine as his leer widened. 

"We'll save the fun for later. For now, we just need to make sure your lord husband gets our message." He grabbed my chin again, his grip bruising, and turned my face sharply toward the door. "And don't think for a second he'll save you in time. This cell? This place? It's your world now."

He shoved me backwards, and my head struck the damp stone wall behind me. Pain bloomed, but I didn't care. 

All I could focus on was Alora, still curled into herself in the corner, her small sobs ripping my heart to pieces.

"I'm here, my sweet," I choked out through trembling lips, my voice cracking as tears streamed down my face. "I'm here. I'll protect you. I swear it."

The minutes stretched into what felt like hours, each one agonizingly longer than the last. 

The cold of the cell seeped into my bones, and Alora's soft, hiccuping sobs pierced my heart like a thousand knives. She lay curled against the far wall, her golden curls matted with dampness, her cheeks streaked with tears.

"I'm here, my love," I whispered again, my voice barely audible over the echoing drip of water in the distance. "Mommy's here."

But no matter how softly I spoke or how desperately I tried to calm her, I couldn't reach her. The walls of my helplessness were impenetrable.

Then, faintly at first, I heard it—muffled shouts and the clang of steel. My heart leapt, hope blooming in my chest even as I held my breath.

 The sounds grew louder, sharper, the unmistakable chaos of battle echoing through the stone corridors.

The men who had dragged us here shifted uneasily, their earlier smugness replaced by tension. 

One of them cursed under his breath, striding to the door to peer out. The other two exchanged nervous glances, their hands moving to the hilts of their blades.

And then, suddenly, the door burst open.

Tyland stood framed in the doorway, his broad shoulders illuminated by the flickering torchlight. His dark cloak swirled around him as he stepped inside, his blade dripping with blood and his face a mask of fury. 

For a moment, he was every inch the terrifying lord his enemies feared—a storm of wrath and retribution.

The sight of him broke something in me, and I let out a sob of relief.

The men barely had time to react. Tyland's sword struck with deadly precision, felling the first before he could draw his weapon. 

The second lunged at him, but Tyland parried effortlessly, his movements swift and exact. Within moments, the room was silent again, save for my ragged breathing and Alora's soft cries.

"Tyland," I choked out, tears streaming down my face.

His head snapped toward me, the fierce determination in his eyes softening the instant he saw us. "My love," he said, his voice breaking as he dropped his sword.

He was by my side in an instant, pulling me into his arms. The warmth of his embrace was overwhelming, and I clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably. 

"It's all right," he murmured, stroking my hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "I'm here now. You're safe. Both of you."

Alora let out a small, broken whimper, and Tyland's gaze darted to her. His strong arms tightened around me briefly before he released me and moved to our daughter.

"Alora," he said gently, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache. He knelt before her, his hands shaking as he reached out to gather her into his arms. 

She hesitated for only a moment before throwing herself at him, burying her face in his chest.

"Father!" she cried, clinging to him as though afraid he might disappear.

Tyland held her close, his large hands cradling her tiny frame as if she were the most precious thing in the world. 

"I've got you, little one," he murmured, his voice cracking. "No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it."

I watched them, tears streaming down my face as Tyland pressed a kiss to Alora's temple, his jaw tight with suppressed emotion. Then his eyes lifted to mine, dark and searching.

"Did they touch you? Did they hurt you?" he asked, his voice trembling with barely contained rage.

I shook my head, unable to find words. The dam inside me broke, and I dissolved into fresh sobs. "I—I tried to protect her," I stammered, my voice breaking. "But I couldn't—"

Tyland was at my side again, pulling me into his embrace. "Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead. "You did everything. Everything. You're both here, and that's all that matters."

I clung to him, my body trembling with the weight of my fear and relief. His arms were unyielding, his warmth chasing away the cold that had seeped into me. 

"I thought... I thought I'd never see you again," I whispered, my words muffled against his chest.

"You'll never have to face that fear again," he said fiercely, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes burned with determination. "I will protect you both with my life. No one will ever take you from me. Do you understand?"

I nodded, my tears falling faster. Tyland's hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing away the wetness as he pressed his forehead to mine.

"We're safe now," he said softly. "You're safe. Both of you."

As his arms encircled Alora and me, shielding us from the world, I believed him. 

In his embrace, there was nothing left of the cold, the fear, or the anguish—only love and the steady, unshakable presence of the man who had come for us when we needed him most.

A/n - ik this is very ooc but i felt like writing a little rescue moment so let's just let it happen 😭

[2baddiesfanfics]

Where We Belong

Pairing: Caitlyn x Vi

Tags: Sexual Overstimulation, Vaginal Fingering, Angst, Power Dynamics

Summary:

Struggling with fitting into Caitlyn's new squad, Violet does her best to make friends. Nevertheless, it seems her coworkers see her as too dangerous to get close to. The commander notices something's up, and calls her girlfriend into her office for a pep talk (One of two fics written for #TopCaitlynWeek).

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“Heyyyy! It’s lunch o’clock. Wanna grab some grub?” Violet asked before accidentally sending a few pages of a report fluttering to the floor. Her newest coworker, Elowen, tried not to sigh too loud at the disruption.

“So sorry, but I’ll have to pass today. I told the commander I’d have this in before my shift ended,” the young enforcer half-heartedly apologized. “Maybe one of the others has some time?”

“Oh, sure. No worries. Next time!” She quickly grabbed the paper off the ground and set it crookedly back on the desk before moving on to her second choice. A young man who reminded her of Mylo if he had had the chance to grow up sat talking to someone she didn’t recognize.

Must be from a different department.

“Garrick! Why don’t you introduce me to your friend? Judging by the badge, I’d say you’re a trainee?”

The two looked at her like she was speaking a different language. “Uh, hey, Vi. This is Varren. He just stopped by so we could grab a bite to eat. We were just on our way out. See ya!” He scrambled to his feet and out the door before she even had a chance to invite herself.

“Have fun,” she whispered sarcastically. She’d been living in Piltover for a good six months now, but still couldn’t shake the feeling she’d never be able to truly fit in. When she and Caitlyn were at work, she really tried to keep her distance. Of course, it was no secret to anyone here that they were together. But the last thing either wanted was to be a constant source of office gossip.

Violet knew how hard her girlfriend had been working to atone for the destruction she had caused under Ambessa’s influence. Late at night when they lay in each other’s arms, Caitlyn would still try to apologize for the way she had acted toward her in those dark days. She’d always silence her with a kiss.

Now she had joined the department, Violet tried to occupy her thoughts with ways she could lighten the load for her. More often than not, she was home and in bed before the other woman could even say good night.

“Violet? Could I see you in my office for a moment?”

Her girlfriend's head snapped up at the sound of her voice. It was rare she spoke to her at work outside of meetings. As Violet passed the desk of the coworker who had supposedly been elbow-deep in work, she heard her mutter, “Must be nice when you’re fucking the boss.”

It took every ounce of her willpower not to confront her. One, because she already had plenty of enemies and did not need to cause a scene today, and two, because, well…she was absolutely right.

“Violet? I don’t have all day. Please don’t dawdle,” Caitlyn chastised from the doorway.

“Yeah, yeah. Heard you the first time,” she shot back before entering and closing the door behind her. “What’s up?”

Her girlfriend stood in front of her desk and leaned back, her arms crossed across her chest. “Alright. You’re not going back out there until you tell me what bug has crawled up your ass.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, cupcake. It’s all good. Just a bit of a slow day,” she stated while she toyed with one of the many random artifacts that sat on a table near where she stood. Afraid to meet her eyes lest she see through her with that piercing sapphire gaze, she turned her back to her as she strode over to where she kept an old framed family photo.

The room fell silent for a few moments before the clack of the other woman’s boots drew nearer. Suddenly, she felt Caitlyn’s arms wrap around her waist and her cheek warm against her back.

“I can’t help you if you won’t open up to me, love,” she murmured, her plea muffled by the fabric of Violet’s crisp uniform. “Please.”

Violet placed her calloused hand over her girlfriend’s. “You’ve got more than enough to deal with, commander. I thought we agreed it was for the best to keep these kinds of discussions at home.”

“Some things can’t wait. I can tell something isn’t right. Please…let me help.”

She heaved a sigh. Violet was supposed to be the strong one who let any and all opposition roll off her back. But she also knew keeping this bottled inside would only cause it to become a bigger problem down the road.

“I don’t belong here.”

Caitlyn spun her around with surprising force. “Like hell you don’t. Who told you that? I want a name.”

Violet couldn’t help but crack a smile. She was so cute when she went all protective on her. “Whoa, there. Calm down and I’ll explain. Maybe that’s not quite the vibe I’m getting. It’s more like…everyone seems overly cautious around me. Like if they try and get to know me it’ll cause issues. I heard Elowen make a crack about you and I…”

“Let me guess: That you were getting preferential treatment because we’re dating?”

“Not…quite those words, but yeah, close enough.”

Cupping her cheek, Caitlyn took a deep breath and then spoke to her seriously. “Look, we both knew this would happen. I only thought I’d be the one getting the brunt of it. As a leader, I need to command the respect of those who work under me. But as your boss and girlfriend, I’ve failed to create a balance of treating you as I would any of my employees while also being there for you when you need me the most. I think I could do a much better job of spending time with the other officers and you. Together. They can’t think I’m giving you preferential treatment if I make an effort to…”

Violet loved it when she was like this. When she was laser-focused on finding a solution that ensured no one was left out that she forgot to breathe between sentences. So she’d make her. Her plan of action was interrupted by a searing kiss.

Resting her forehead against hers, Violet responded, “I think that’s a great idea, cupcake. And I’ll continue to do what I can to prove I’m on this elite team not because I slept my way to the top, but because I care about our people. Pilties and Zaunites alike.”

Caitlyn shook her head. “You’re not going to win many friends here if you keep calling them that.”

Clearing her throat, Violet perfectly mimicked her girlfriend’s accent. “Ever so sorry, I meant Piltovans.” The two burst into laughter.

“Well now. Since we have that all figured out…tell me. How many of our team members are still out there?”

Violet cocked an eyebrow out of curiosity. “Garrick left with a buddy, and the rest of the team is all out on patrol. The only one still here is Elowen cuz she’s finishing up a report. Why?”

“Then maybe it’s time I reminded you just how much you do belong here. Perhaps over and over again,” Caitlyn teased as her arms encircled her lover’s neck. Violet pulled her closer by her hips.

“Oh? So, the commander does break the rules sometimes…”

“Sometimes,” she repeated before closing the remaining distance between them. Instantly she felt Violet melt into her, the stress of trying to keep up appearances finally dissipating. Caitlyn gently pushed her up against the wall of her office as her hands trailed to the hem of the other woman’s pants.

“Cait…you sure this is a good idea?” She panted.

“Stop overthinking it and just trust me, love,” she reassured her before shoving her hand into the waistband of her underwear. Violet’s moan was muffled by her girlfriend’s lips as she went in for another kiss, her fingers slipping inside of her at the same time. Mimicking the movements of her tongue in her mouth, Caitlyn swirled the other woman’s arousal around her pussy.

“I’m going to make you come however many times it takes to get you to forget your worries,” she murmured against Violet’s neck as she suckled the tender skin.

“Gods…Cait…”

The commander applied pressure to her clit, swiping in firm circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her girlfriend’s knees shook as she tried to brace herself for the force of the first orgasm as it washed over her.

Caitlyn didn’t stop. “Come now, you can take another…I know you can,” she encouraged in a breathy groan. Her fingers continued their assault, moving in practiced patterns she had learned over the time they’d been together. 

“F-fuck…babe…” Vi closed her eyes, her head lolling back against the wall she struggled to support herself against. Cradling her girlfriend’s head against her chest she could feel the vibration of her laugh as she whispered words of encouragement.

“That’s right, dearest, come for me again…” As if on command, the other woman let out a whimper as she hit her peak a second time. She was starting to worry she might fall to the floor. “What say you to one more? I think you can handle it.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good- ohhhhhhh…”

———————

“Good talk, commander,” Violet announced a little too loudly as she exited Caitlyn’s office and gave a salute. She walked by her desk to collect her bag and then stopped by Elowen’s to offer a “See ya tomorrow, kid.”

A half-hour later, Caitlyn exited the room and locked up for the evening. She knew she had promised Violet she’d work harder to create an atmosphere of camaraderie, but she couldn’t resist. “Good night, Elowen…maybe if you focused more on your work instead of my relationship, you wouldn’t have to work through lunch. And dinner, apparently.”

The girl looked up from her paperwork, eyes wide with embarrassment. “I…oh, gods, commander, I…”

Caitlyn giggled. “I’m only teasing. But please…don’t give Violet any grief. She’s had enough for one lifetime. None of us can help who we fall for. Including you. I’ve seen the way you glance at Garrick,” she said with a wink. “Just tell him already.”

[sweettjrose]

... Screw it

Mickey & Friends Steven Universe Gem AU

Part 2

The Heroes:

To further grow the Gem Empire, the Diamond Authority has assigned a number of survey groups to visit the planets of interest, examining and analyzing unknown areas, plants, and materials to see whether they would serve the empire or would need to be exterminated for colonization. There are many different types of teams, some of them large and powerful, dealing with the most dangerous and exciting missions... That is not our team.

The survey team we are focusing on is more suited to the simpler and smaller missions, consisting of a...

Ruby (Mickey, Gem on Left Ear): Close-range protector/fighter with a gauntlet as a weapon.

Craving for adventure, Ruby looks forward to every mission, not only excited to spend more time with the teammates that they consider friends, but also in hopes of having an adventure so amazing, so incredible that it will shut up the annoying Carnelian (Mortimer, Gem on Snout) from another "higher-ranking" survey team. He can't help but wish he were on a higher-ranking team himself, as they get more action, but loves his team so much that he would only want to move up with them. Especially the Kunzite that he's finding himself getting closer and closer to.

Another Ruby (Miklos, Gem on back of Left Ear): Also close-range protector/fighter with a gauntlet, usually fuses with the other Ruby (Mickey) for tougher fights.

Despite being the other Ruby on the team, this Ruby can't help but feel like an outcast on his team. He feels that the other teammates get along much better with the other Ruby (Mickey) than with him, and often shut him down when he jokes or shows off. It doesn't help that he struggles to stay fused with the other Ruby (Mickey) for too long, as the two tend to have completely different ideas on how to solve problems. Luckily, with help from Sandstone, any conflicts can be eventually smoothed over, but that doesn't mean resentment hasn't been building up.

Purple Labradorite (Daisy, Gem on Right Palm): Long-distance protector/fighter with a bow and arrow as a weapon.

Labradorite takes a lot of pride in her fighting skills. She is constantly improving herself and teaching herself new ways to use her bow, such as firing multiple arrows at once, or even firing arrows so powerful they could split through anything. She may not get the attention she deserves from the other Labradorite, but her team constantly supports her endeavors, even the Lapis Lazuli who pretends to be less impressed than he actually is.

Sandstone (Goofy, Gem on Top of Head/Like his hat): Dirt/Rock/Minerals terraformer, helps with obstacles like mountains or canyons.

Sandstone can seem a bit aloof and may make a mistake or two, but he will always get the job done, usually in his own roundabout, goofy way. Though he doesn't just support the team physically, but also emotionally as well. He always seems to know the right thing to say and do to keep the team together and solve any conflicts that arise, even anything involving Ruby (Miklos).

Lapis Lazuli (Donald, Gem on Chest): Water terraformer, helps with obstacles like oceans and ice

Lapis Lazuli honestly can't stand the missions he goes on. Every single mission, he ends up either getting hurt or made to look like a fool in some way. Honestly, he can't help but be jealous of the Lapis Lazuli who live in the palace, doing nothing but relaxing and making water sculptures all day.

Doesn't help that there is a certain Aventurine (Gladstone, Gem on Left Chest) who is beloved by the Diamonds for his beautiful organic plant sculptures, a fact he rubs into Lapis Lazuli's face any chance he gets. The only thing keeping Lapis Lazuli sane is that he actually likes most of his teammates and there is something specifically about the Labradorite that he can't help but feel drawn to.

Peridot (Horace Horsecollar, Gem on Left Palm): Pilot/Ship Maintenance

Peridot usually stays on the ship for every adventure. But he doesn't mind that as he absolutely adores and takes a ton of pride in maintaining what he calls the "G.U.M.M.I Ship". Even outside of work, he is constantly working on the ship, making sure it is in tip-top shape for any mission. He's even been experimenting with some new updates, stuff that may not be approved by his leaders, but surely once he proves their effectiveness, there is no way they can argue against it.

Blue Lace Agate (Clarabelle, Gem on Center of Torso): Survey Teams Supervisor

Blue Lace Agate is the Agate who is in charge of leading and directing the lower-ranked survey teams. She is the one who usually assigns them their missions as well as provides them with any equipment or resources they will need. She takes her job very seriously and tries to be as professional and neutral as she can. But even she can't help but have a soft spot for a certain survey team. Even though she can seem strict in some ways, she does care about the teams and will vouch for and protect them as best as she can.

Kunzite (Minnie, Gem on Right Ear): Researcher/Analyst

Kunzite is the gem that actually performs the analysis once the team reaches their location. Using her special powers as well as a variety of tools, she gathers all the information needed to send back to the homeworld, therefore completing the mission. As a result, she is considered the most valuable of the group, with the rest of the team's whole mission being mostly to keep her safe and remove obstacles out of her way. However, she doesn't really treat herself as above the team. She actually really values what each gem brings and treats them all like close friends.

But as much as she enjoys her friends, she also really enjoys all of the planets she goes to. She can't help but fall in love with each one, going out of her way not just to learn about the target, but all the beautiful organic life and plants that she encounters. This has actually made her more effective in her role as a researcher, which has caught some eyes. However, it also has her questioning whether the goals of the Diamond Authority might be doing more harm than good.

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Even though this team might not be the most elite, with some exceptions, they generally get along and feel closer with every single mission. However, even amongst immortal space beings, not everything can stay the same. Due to a decreasing number of missions due to some space storms, some of the survey teams are being temporarily reduced, with the members being split into different teams and roles, unfortunately, including our team. While it is a bit disappointing, many members are holding out that the separation will only be temporary, and they will soon be reunited.

But that starts to come into question, as Kunzite (Minnie) and Ruby (Miklos) are being moved to a higher-ranking team, Carnelian's (Mortimer) team specifically, which is rumored to be permanent. There are even other possible permanent changes with Labradorite (Daisy) finally getting a chance to prove herself amongst the other gems in an arena challenge, and Lapis Lazuli (Donald) possibly getting a chance to work as a palace gem thanks to Gold (Scrooge McDuck, Gem on Forehead).

Ruby (Mickey), on the other hand, can't help but feel a bit bewildered and taken aback by these changes. Especially as some of these changes could end up permanent, which means that not only could he lose his friends, but in some way be left behind. It doesn't help that he was temporarily assigned to just be one of many new bodyguards for a powerful but stagnant Obsidian, thanks to his possibly new supervisor, Iris Agate (Chief O'Hara, Gem on Right Chest), which unfortunately is a very, very boring job.

Kunzite, however, has been very aware of how troubling this whole thing has been for him and managed to sneak something from their last mission as a special gift for Ruby (Mickey); that way, he knows that no matter how far apart they are, they will always be friends. However, he drops it on his way to his new mission, resulting in Sandstone traveling all the way over to return the gift. But as he does, Sandstone ends up getting lost. To the point where he ends up somewhere he was never meant to be, and ends up getting accused of a crime he didn't commit.

It is now up to Ruby to not only clear the name of his friend Sandstone, but to also figure out the real mystery hidden within his new role. All the while, Labradorite and Lapis Lazuli must decide on whether what they thought they wanted was what they really wanted. And Kunzite must come to terms that she may no longer support the Diamond Authority's mission.

[placingglaciers]

Is Nick supposed to "redeem" himself by saving June (and maybe the other handmaids) from hanging? Any ideas?

I'm actually really irritated he has to redeem himself at all, tbh. Like, why are we doing this now? What did he do that was so "unforgivable"? Was he supposed to let himself get killed??? And how helpful would that be for June and this flimsy Mayday group? Wharton was gonna find out the plan no matter what, and lying to him would get Nick in even more trouble than ever. Nick didn't know the women were gonna get killed, and besides, Mayday was alright with them dying in the first place. So we're blaming Nick for all of this? Nick was supposed to die for a futile plan set up by Luke, of all people? Come on.

ANYWAY

If redeeming Nick is gonna make everyone happy and win everybody over, then fine, let's do it. Nick fans already know who he is and what he is capable of doing, so whatever plot that suddenly gets him in good graces better not be boring lol. I want the blood, sweat, tears, yearning, passion, the whole shebang. Let's see Nick at his full potential. LET'S GOOOOOO

So, how can we wrap this up and redeem Nick? Bear with me, I have an overactive imagination, and most of my theories never come true:

If Nick suddenly becomes superhuman and saves all the handmaids on his own, then yeah, this could work. I'm just trying to think of ways that he can get everyone out of the nooses in time lol. Faulty ropes? He ends up killing all the Guardians right before the handmaids are hanged? A distraction in the distance? His own secret group of Eyes coming in to save the day? A call back to the season two gallows, and suddenly all the handmaids are pregnant and therefore can't be subjected to violence?? lollll And what is he supposed to do with all these handmaids once he saves them?

Maybe it's as simple as getting Janine and Charlotte out of Gilead. After all, Janine was the main reason June went to Jezebel's anyway. In fact, she foolishly wanted Janine to leave with them that night. Nick even made sure she was spared from the massacre. We have gotten a lot of footage of Charlotte and Janine's wish to be her mom, not to mention Lawrence has a soft spot for them, so this could be a way for Nick to "make it up" to June. Besides, I'm sure Nick has some beef with Commander Bell after telling Wharton he was seen at Jezebel's and thus ruining everything. But it would be cool to see Janine kill Bell.

Perhaps he actually doesn't do anything to be redeemed?? Maybe he gets turned in to the Eyes for all his past rebel activity and involvement with June. June gets word, finally sees the fault of her ways, how much she can't lose Nick, understands why Nick did what he had to do, and saves him instead. I'd like to see June put herself on the line for him, to fight for their love as much as Nick has done in the past. I know this might seem like a stretch and would involve putting more faith in June than she deserves, but it could happen.

The "you're just like them" line from June could have reminded Nick what kind of position he's in. Being a Commander was not something that he rightfully earned, nor what he wanted. It was punishment. We have seen him struggle with this rise to power for half the series already. Perhaps if he were just "some driver," the whole Jezebel's situation probably would not have escalated the way that it did. In the flashback with June at his apartment, he was insecure about being a "nobody." But it seems that being "nothing" and "nobody" could give him the keys to being a better rebel asset. I know this seems ironic, but I feel like Nick has come across more roadblocks while being a powerful Commander than a Guardian/driver, especially now that Wharton and Serena are basically gonna be "King and Queen" of Gilead. No thanks! He might either ask to be demoted or somehow given the option to be demoted, thus giving him more freedom to help the resistance. I'm not sure how this could play out, but it would be interesting to see at least. We know he most likely isn't a Commander by the time The Testaments comes into play, so he might already be on this road. Which, BY THE WAY, he's deep underground with rebel activity in the sequel. So, yes, he will be "redeemed," just a matter of how, I guess. We have three episodes for them to fix this giant mess that they created. Ugh.

[katerinaaqu]

Oh absolutely you do not even need to agree. I am only expressing my own personal opinion and why I have the stance I have but of course you can like it is up to you and of course you can be eager on it or see only the positive it brings. It definitely is your opinion. I respect it. 🙏 I only express why I do not like it

Yup exactly or that people think that in order to do something "trendy" instead on focusing on making it more accurate they do exactly what you say. Basically use the popularity of an old tale to do their random and original stuff they just use the names for popularity and then Basically not do anything of that tale they adapt said or stood for.

Yup you get it. Or worse that you do not matter. "It is popular so who cares?" "There are versions so this is equivalent to your ancient history" or "it is a fake story and fanfiction who cares?" And as you said use it only for anesthetics and fun instead of truly appreciating it. Do we feel happy that our stories continue to inspire? Sure. But why do we need to pay the price of being used like a happy meal advertisement all the time? (By the way I would love to hear more about your culture too)

Oh please not at all do not feel like that because as I said you did your research you actually got curious and showed interest. This definitely is how you are being respectful and you do use your inspiration and enthusiasm for actually delving into it and that is definitely the best way to do it. The fact that you liked the result doesn't make you morally inferior in any way absolutely not. You must never apologize for the things you like especially since you delve into the roots of this culture.

Please never apologize. You must never apologize to anyone since you know and you do separate some things. You enjoy music and you enjoy the feeling of coming together and you definitely bring a good point that indeed in a world where art is underrated (and I know because my brother is a professional musician and barely manages to work at celebrations) artists managed to elevate their careers and make a name for themselves and push forward and indeed that is great the same as it is great that people like you come out of it that actually delve deep and do not consider the retelling as 5he source

But yes speaking on sources should have been the rule not the exception and unfortunately it isn't happening. I definitely understand how such efforts are appreciated which is why I am disappointed because it would have been so awesome if he had used that talent to actually promote the Odyssey instead of something that just uses the Odyssey as a name.

Here's one example that I discussed with a friend; instead of the ridiculous culturally "600 strikes" that made Poseidon one of the most powerful gods look like a boasting idiot and his previous "get in the water" badass song appear like useless empty threats Here's an idea:

Why on earth didn't he put a duet battle between Poseidon and Leucothea?

Like Leucothea appearing giving him her belt. He could play again with the "get in the water" pattern but this time Leucothea encourages him. Then she fights with Poseidon to protect Odysseus..maybe fails miserably but keeps going on occasion singing "get in the water" Odysseus struggling in the water calling for help or chanting the names of people he lost as he struggles. He could make use of the suffering pattern here like Leucothea singing to Poseidon to take the suffering from him.

Even better use the same voice actress of Penelopw to play Leucothea and use the same pattern of Odysseus finding strength hence etc and that is only one example that one could use and make it loose but still be more respectful to the text but given the changes it wouldn't mean much at that point but GOSH would I appreciate it more than whatever the hell happened in that saga!

Thank you for understanding and please do not feel the need to change your taste or opinion on the musical swayed by this only. But I am happy that you understand where I come from and of course I will continue my work even if no one sees it because that is MY passionate project!

Most people on Tumblr: Yay! We can have a musical based on the Iliad! Me after seeing what happened with Odyssey plot especially the last saga and the fandom logic inserting the ancient sources (again):

[blue-eli]

Ink October day 11: Firebreak

A strip of land that has been cleared, plowed, or planted with fire-resistant vegetation to prevent a fire from spreading.

[dykedvonte]

A crazy thing about Mouthwashing is that Pony Express lost communication with one of its freighters for months and didn’t send anyone to check.

A genuinely reputable company, or at the very least a decent one, would have sent someone, something out to check after about two weeks of silence. Two months is when the crew start questioning if they are even being looked for which implies they were already expecting it to take a while cause P.E just doesn’t care.

They don’t care about who they hire. They don’t care about the conditions they place their crew in or how safe the safety measures actually are. They just don’t care, made rules and regulations so they can care less and succeed in getting away with it with how little those ideas are discussed.

[bunnieswithknives]

sorry if idk this but what do you think about Wordgirl now in 2024 do you still like it do you still want to make art or talk about it or are you just done with all of it forever and plus i seen that you haven't made art of it since 2022 so you just done with all of it oh yeah and what about The Magnus Archives + Wordgirl ao3 fic too like is that just going to be and i know that your working on 2 au's now just wanting to know that's all

My interests tend to come in intense bursts and then fade. Unless something like, big happens like it gets a reboot its unlikely I'll be coming back to it anytime soon. As for the fic I don't have any current plans to finish it unfortunately.

[jull-reblogs]

Thanks :D I had a wonderful week and lots of time to recharge ^^

I'm glad you like my sketches!! The ancient Hylians are the ones who carved these murals after coming back to the Surface. SS Impa was the only witness to the ending of Skyward Sword so she told what she saw to other surviving Sheikah and then the Hylians learnt of what happened once they started to return. All of this in the context of my alternate timeline of course.

Also I can't remember if I told you already but I'm giving Link an instrument since I miss seeing him playing music. It's a lute and I've been trying to come up with a design these past few days!

I think I really like where this is going! I'm sure you can see what I'm trying to do with the shape and colors of the neck ^^

I'm going to say Link received musical training as part of his knight education, so he learnt to play the lute and regained his memories of it after BotW. Let's just ignore how hard playing has to be with a prosthetic hand...

So is it the choreography of the fight itself you're struggling with or other things such as dialogue as well? I fear I'm not the best at fight scenes either so I don't really know how to help, besides offering to beta read once you'll be done ^^ Or of course you could search for other works with fight scenes with the vibe you're looking for, but the hard part here is to not reproduce the same scene.

I'm sure Link would still eat the bun even knowing it's a frog 😆 Haha yes, when you think about it that way it's really funny. Just like all of the silly tasks the NPCs make their Hero go through.

I read the bestiary you posted a couple days ago so I've seen this about Sand Seals! I love the idea that the Gerudo would trade their tusks or carve them/make weapons out of them.

(Btw in French Sand Seals are accurately named "Morses des Sables", which means Sand Walruses instead of Sand Seals. "Phoques des Sables" would sound a bit ridiculous anyway haha, and it would be harder for Link to make puns in French).

An AI falling in love with me sounds like some kind of nightmare haha. Of course I would hate just letting an AI work in my stead and just using what it says, it would definitely just be for inspiration or testing ideas ^^

Yes I think that Zelda's sealing power is different from Sheikah magic, I'm not saying it would have awakened her power. But they could have thought that learning any kind of magic might help anyway instead of just focusing on prayers and meditation. And at the very least Zelda would have been able to defend herself against the Yiga.

That's why I prefered the one with Hearth as well!

We would say "Lumière du Sceau" instead of "de Sceau" ^^ I'd say this title doesn't work as well in French as it does in English and I wouldn't put "de/du" twice in a title. Maybe then I'd just get rid of Chroniques and go with Hyrule Warriors : La Lumière du Sceau or something like that.

I think "Notre petit paradis en bord de mer..." works really well for what you're trying to convey! The suspension points add just enough reminiscence and bittersweetness.

It could also be "Notre petit coin de paradis en bord de mer...", "un coin de paradis" being the French equivalent to "a little piece of heaven". But I think I prefer it without "coin"? It's shorter so more efficient and maybe more emotional.

It might also be better if the wine was called Le Petit Bordemer since "bord de mer" is masculine. But since it's a name you can make it feminine if you prefer, it just might not sound as natural to us French speakers ^^

@aikoiya The post was getting long again so here's a new one!

I knew you were going to answer that saying "this is unfair" isn't real life logic haha (and I agree that life hasn't been fair to Sky and Sun anyway). It's just that such an ending would probably leave me feeling unsatisfied and even a bit robbed, and I think it would require a lot of other changes to be made to the story in order for it to work properly. But anyway you're right, as things are now this would just be happening behind the scenes so what I'm saying doesn't really make sense. But just thinking about it changes my perception of SS in a way I don't really enjoy, so it's not a theory I favor.

Yes in that setting I'm pretty sure that the other Sun would not make herself known to Link and Zelda and would let them have their happy ending. But I think Zelda would likely suspect her existence and know that something is wrong. I guess even Link could notice that the Temple's doors are suddenly open and would ask Impa a few questions.

I had no idea Tingle called Farore the Goddess of Wind in WW, so I went on a little quest to see if I could find the same quote in the French version of the game. Apparently it's in Tingle's description of Outset Island and I never had the chance to play with the Tingle Tuner mode. I can't find the same quote in French anywhere and I don't even know if this was included in the HD remake (I guess I'll have to wait for a Switch version to find out… if they ever release one). This has me wondering if this quote isn't something exclusive to the English version, but I can't be sure and I'd like to know what the original Japanese text says. The French wikis mention that Farore is the Goddess of Wind in WW but don't provide any quote, it just looks like the pages were translated from English but that they couldn't find the same quote in French. It's really frustrating!!

Anyway that's a bit weird because WW already establishes Zephos as the God of Wind, and he seems to be a minor deity compared to Farore. The way I see it, wind is just the element that Farore tends to be associated with, and since a lot of myths might have been lost with Hyrule in WW this could just be a mistake on Tingle's part. I mean this is the game that gave us the Golden Triumph Forks haha.

I'm not limiting Nayru/the Golden Goddesses to a singular domain, quite the opposite ^^ To me Nayru being the Goddess of Wisdom includes different concepts such as order, law, science, magic, etc., and even time (since she's introduced as the creator of the world's fondamental laws), while calling her the Goddess of Time doesn't include all of that. That's why I wrote that I found it a bit restrictive. But sure she could have both titles, the same way Farore could be known most commonly as the Goddess of Courage and also called the Goddess of Wind in some situations.

Oh I didn't think of the blocks from OoT! I would say though that they don't really use any time powers, they're just random blocks that appear or disappear for some reason when Link plays the Song of Time (it's just as absurd as playing the Song of Storms to open holes in the ground haha). But yes they were blue and associated with time, and of course Nayru is too. The difference with Hylia in my theory is that Nayru created the rules of time (if that makes sense) among other fundamental laws, while Hylia's power specifically allows her to manipulate time and foresee the future. In a way I see Hylia as Nayru's spiritual daughter who inherited some of her powers over time (and that's why the color purple she's represented with is very close to blue).

The Master Sword has also been depicted as either blue or purple though, so that asks the question of the true color of all of these things! Nayru is definitely linked to time so it makes sense that the timeshift stones are in Lanayru (and Hylia also doesn't have a province named after her).

"From the edge of time" could definitely just be a poetic way to say that Hylia kind of recorded a message for Link before dying haha. But I find it interesting that she would phrase it like that, I like to see it as a clue.

Well if Zelda simply sent Link to a point further back in time, wouldn't there be two Links existing at the same time in the Child Timeline? But sure Zelda creating a brand new timeline also raises a few questions that kind of... make my head hurt. I'm not sure what happens exactly, I've always wondered! All we know is that Link finds himself in the Master Sword's chamber with the Door of Time already open, which hints at things happening in a different way this time (because he definitely doesn't have the three spiritual stones and the Ocarina of Time yet since this is before Ganon's coup, and the ending seems to imply that this timeline's Zelda doesn't know him yet). That's why I believe Zelda might have done something a bit more complex than sending him to a point further back in time, but there's no way to be sure. The Triforce of Courage is also visible on Link's hand during the ending, and we also know thanks to TP that the Triforce is still separated in the Child Timeline despite Link and Zelda preventing Ganon from entering the Sacred Realm this time. So maybe Zelda isn't able to change everything? It's complicated haha.

Anyway, whether OoT Zelda creates a new timeline or just sends Link further back in time, that's still huge time powers and that's not something Link is able to do by playing Zelda's Lullaby.

I also believe it is more likely that Talon inherited the ranch. True, Talon might not always have been so lazy, but maybe if that was the case the game could have hinted at hit. All we know is that he leaves his daughter alone with Ingo and only comes back after Link deals with the situation, which does not make him look so great. And he only promises to work harder after that.

I'm kind of bad with names so I'm impressed you're going through all of that trouble to rename the settlements!!

I haven't gotten to developping the technology that much yet, but I'm really interested in seeing what the different races could do with it! I love the idea of using the Sheikah to infiltrate the Yiga bases. I wish TotK had done something like that and shown the Sheikah helping Link that way.

Same, I was so excited when I heard about these pirates… and then so disappointed to find nothing more than a bunch of bokos with no backstory.

Vignoble is not related to noble (though I kind of make the association in my mind, especially since vignobles are sometimes called châteaux).

Yes I thought you could maybe use clos! Aquaticlos is funny, it can work! Though maybe you could use the same logic as for the raisins (I love this Raisins de Terre idea by the way, it makes sense!) and say that what the Zoras call a clos already refers to something that's underwater, since that's probably the case for most of what they cultivate.

I don't mind helping you with French, I'm glad to do so! You put so much effort and thought into this, it's really interesting.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about superheroes unfortunately