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rulerzreachf4n7 · 11 months ago

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(If you're just trying to find some cute ship art for like lumity or huntlow and you find this I'm sorry I just want this to get some recognition cause I'm new to the Tumblr community 😭😭)

Hello there and welcome to me rating different TOH ships!

It'll be in a format like a iceberg chart, the more well known ships at the top and more unknown and obscure ships in the middle and below

Also know this is my opinion and I have given reasons why I don't like and ship the ones I'm going to list, don't get mad at me cause I don't ship whatever the fuck you like

And with that let's go!

The surface

1. Lumity 9/10

Actually a really good ship, I don't know why people keep on saying it's a toxic/unhealthy ship, the only reasons they say is that they lie to each other,Amity somehow "hurts" Luz and never gives her a proper apology...? Im sorry but it's fucking stupid, there's other reasons but I don't remember them, I gave it a 9/10 because it's okay, nothing astonishing or amazing, just good wlw rep and that's all that matters

2. Huntlow 100000/10

WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIP OMG!!!! I wish it could have gotten confirmed or more hints throughout the show (I personally think it would have been a cool idea that after kings tide Hunter and Willow started dating and it would be shown in TTT) it's just a really cute ship to me and I love everything about it >_<!!!

3. Raeda 10/10

It's a really cool ship, but I was confused on the whole is Eda bisexual or pansexual thing cause she's confirmed bisexual but Raines non binary...and now supposedly bisexual people can be attracted to non binary people??? It's just hella confusing to me, but that's a topic on it's own for a different time, I really like how they developed and definitely TTBK was and is one of my favorite episodes

4. Veesha 8/10

It's actually canon that Vee has a crush on Masha and thats all I need to know...GAHHH IT'S SUCH A CUTE SHIP!! Really cool thing how Dana is adding some much non binary characters in the show (NOT including the collector cause he's demiboy NOT non binary, there's a huge ass difference) wish there could have been some development/hints in the WAD, sadly not, but that doesn't mean it won't be confirmed!

5. Gustholomule 8/10

By far one of my ships but sadly not on the top 3,yet again, needed more hints, especially in s2a cause Gus and Matty had more screen time and interactions together,and I love how the fandom just agreed Matty was gay, and not to mention the friendship with Matty and Amity

6. Belpaw 10000/10

this is a joke ship between Belos and springtrap/William Afton from fnaf but it's absolutely fucking hilarious to me and I love it

Now, time to go under the surface, here are some ships that some people know/ship but not much people do, and the further I go we'll get to the more...problematic ships, yet again, don't get mad at me for my opinions

1. Lunter -100/10

Please block this account immediately if you ship lunter I CANNOT STAND THIS SHIP!!! Sure, they had some pretty decent chemistry and interactions with each other, but it just won't work! There's no use in shipping a character with a canon love interest/already dating someone and just choosing to ignore it and ship them anyway, PLUS FOR THOSE SHIPPERS WHO ACTUALLY GOT FUCKING MAD CAUSE IT DIDN'T BECOME CANON I'M ACTUALLY SHITTING BRICKS ON HOW FUCKING STUPID THAT WAS 💀💀💀💀 plus Willows a canon love interest to Hunter, Zeno, HUNTERS VA, literally changed his name to Hunter noceda, and no it's not wlw erasure, but if you acknowledge the fact that lumity is canon, if you acknowledge the fact Dana put her hardwork and effort trying to get a same sex couple in a kid's show which literally got it CANCELLED, and still ship it, disrespectfully shut the fuck up, lunter would be canon if FUCKING NETFLIX MADE TOH 😭😭😭

2. Huntric/Huntmira -100000/10

I. Hate. This. Ship. I put them together cause I didn't want to make seperate sections for it, now you're gonna read me rant on how much I fucking despise this ship, number one, EDRIC IS FUCKING DATING SOMEONE, no interactions (only one with Edric but none with Emira) the mfs literally degraded him in labyrinth runners, no chemistry whatsoever, its overall just not worth your time, and I'm not a toxic huntlow stan, no I won't force the ship on you, however I will block you because I don't want that shit on my feed, same goes for lunter and the other ships I'm gonna mention

3. Luz x Willow, Amity, or all of them together 5/10

Ngl, it's not that bad of a ship, actually really cute, but I couldn't see it happening in the show given that lumity is already canon, plus we should normalize healthy friendships between two girls, not everyone needs to be shipped and the toh community has a huge fucking problem with that, plus this also goes for Amity x Willow as well

4. Camila x Eda (i dunno the official ship name 😭😭😭) 5/10

It's mid, I SAID IT I SAID IT!!! *hides in bed* I'm sorry the ship is mid, raeda is canon already and they didn't have any dialogue, interactions,chemistry together only other than people want Camila to date/marry someone,and the only part when they actually meet is in WAD and that one picture of Eda showing Camila the Apple blood, other than that it's meh, eh, mid

5. Boscha x literally anyone -1000/10

Disrespectfully shut the fuck up if you ship boschlow, boschmity, or boschluz, THESE ARE EXTREMELY TOXIC SHIPS AND YOU'VE PROBABLY NEVER EVEN WATCHED WING IT LIKE WITCHES OR THE ENTIRE FIRST SEASON OF TOH, YOU MUST HAVE SEVERE BRAIN DAMAGE IF YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS OKAY, Boscha is literally their bully, IT'S NOT THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS STORY YOU WANT POOKIE, the only one that isn't as severe is boschmity, that one, unlike the other ships isn't as bad cause boscha genuinely likes Amity and if you watched FTF you'd know why, plus boscha must had have the fattest crush on Amity, but the only boscha ship good is Boschbria (Boscha x Bria)

6. Veenter 10-/10

No...why must I have come to this...NOOO!!! okay, first off, ima just put this in the most direct, black and white, simple way, it fucking sucks, no interactions that support the ship, no chemistry, like I said, I'm a raging Huntlow stan, this ship is unacceptable, plus I like found...a potential r34 comic of them BUT WE DON'T NEED TO KNOW THAT HAHAH....oh fucking god...

The pit, here lays all the problematic ships, also uhm TW maybe??? I am gonna use words like p3dph1l1a, @buse, Child @buse,and pr0sh1p alot, so if it makes you uncomfy just a warning, and with that, lets go...

1. Camphip -infinity/10

I HAVE A RAGING HATE FOR THIS SHIP OH MY FUCKING TITAN, okay, I know Camila is an adult and belos is...well he's an old fucking geezer,but the age gap gives me the ick, but let's just start, it's @busive, Camila literally said she wanted to beat him up in the beginning of FTF, AND I DUNNO, DO YOU THINK A 400+ GENOCIDAL EMPEROR WHO @BUSED 50+ GRIMWALKERS WHO COULD HAVE POSSIBLY BE KIDS (and by kids they'd be at least 11/12-16, still pretty younge though)MANIPULATED MILLIONS OF WITCHES AND DEMONS, AND KILLED HIS BROTHER IS A GOOD HUSBAND/BOYFRIEND MATERIAL? disrespectfully shut the fuck up, given the fact of think Luz, Vee, and Hunter are all Camila's children (or at least that's what I headcanon) DO YOU THINK THEY'D BE HAPPY TO KNOW THAT THEIR MOTHER IS DATING THE PERSON WHO CAUSED THEM SO MUCH FUCKING PAIN AND ABUSE????ESPECIALLY HUNTER, BELOS FUCKING SAID HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HUNTER IN HOLLOW MIND, CLOUDS ABOVE THE HORIZON,AND IN THANKS TO THEM, HE LITERALLY TRIED TO K1LL HIM, THIS SHIP WOULD ONLY BE FINE IF IT WAS IN A GOOD BELOS AU, THE ONLY WAY, I will immediately block you if you ship Belos x Camila, I hate it HATE IT AND I'M DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS

2. Amity x Gus or Hunter -infinity/10

You're lesbianphobic, go fuck yourself if you ship Amity with any male characters

3. Empgold/Huntlos -infinity/10

It's pr0ship, p3d0philia, and @buse, Hunter is 16 and Belos is 400+ years old, you can't ship a character with someone's who dead so it wouldn't matter if you ship them after the time skip when Hunters 20, Belos @bused Hunter, the scar on his cheek and the whole fucking possession scene in TTT might give you a hint, Belos never cared for Hunter and only saw him as a tool, he tried to k1ll him in Hollow Mind, and in Thanks to them, if you ship them, I am blocking you, and I say this proudly

4. Guster -infinity/10

I. Hate. This. Ship, AND FUCK YOU GUSTER BUBBLE BATH YOU FUCKING MADE ME HATE IT EVEN MORE (please don't question what the guster bubble bath is, DO NOT SEARCH IT UP IT IS AN R34 COMIC...unless you wanna get traumatized, but it's cool baby girl) I hate this ship, there's plenty of interactions, but they give off a more sibling energy,and that's a reason why I don't ship it, I see them as siblings, I get they could somehow date cause of cosmic frontier but it's more of a similarity than a romantic aspect just like with Amity and Luz with the good witch Azura,its also uhm *COUGH COUGH* p3d0philia if you ship their time skip versions (Hunter is 20 and Gus is 16), the reason why I put it so low is because I feel like it's not as well know but not as obscure (plus I did this all rushed so I had no fucking time)

And ladies, bros, non binary folks, that's the end! You've endured all my criticism so take a damn break, you deserve it

And special credits to ships I didn't include!

Luz x Anne/Marcy (Amphibia)

Hunter x Sasha (Amphibia)

Gus x Willow

Gus x Bria

Luz x Marco (svtfoe)

Gus x Vee

Luz x viney

Edric x Emira

Eda x Belos

Eda x Darius

Amity x Marcy (amphibia)

Belos x Luz

The Collector x King, any member of the hexsquad

Amity x Odalia

Eda x Dana

Darius x Raine

Belos x Kikimora

Kikimora x Puss in boots (oh god yes that's exists)

Aaand....

Lilith x Belos/Hooty/Steve/Eda!!!

I hope someone at least read this cause I made this in a damn hurry!!!

#huntlow #the owl house #raeda #gustholomule #veesha #emperor belos #golden guard #lumity #my posts:3

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nineteensixtieschikadee · 4 years ago

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Arya Stark & Femininity

This might turn into a mini rant, so bear with me here. A lot of times whenever I watch old GOT clips, (bc I hate myself) and read stuff about Arya on fansites, I realize that there’s been a lot of misconception about her and her character. Particularly about her being a woman. And a lot of times i see this sort of “justification” from her fans that the reason why she’s such a fan-favorite character in the show (and to some extent, the books?) is because Arya is esentially this “bad-ass ninja asassin tomboy who’s out for revenge against those who’ve killed her family.” And some of her fans and especially her anti’s will call her out expressing that “Arya’s only a child who doesn’t like girly things like dresses and boys and doing her hair. She “identifies” herself as a tomboy because she likes “boyish things” like sword play, and playing in the mud, and gore, wrestling, etc. I was scrolling through the Jonrya tag here on Tumblr, this is a comment I found regarding Arya:

The moment I read that I straight up just wanted to rant! Lol! Also, I’m sorry for the formatting, I’m writing this on mobile. :( Anyways, these people who make those claims about Arya, esentially only see her as this small girl who likes fighting and getting dirty. They completely disregard everything else that makes Arya, Arya. Pretty much just limiting her to her sex, understanding that because Arya likes boyish things, she’s NOT ALLOWED to inherit things, like the North, fall in love and get married, have a high position in the hierarchy and in politics. It’s because that these people see her as someone who hates needlework or everything that isn’t Sansa, everyone believes that she hates everything that makes her FEMALE. Everybody here knows that Arya’s my favorite female character in the books, so I just wanna talk about how the general public views her, and how their views tend to go against Arya’s entire character.

People have this view that she is the “exact opposite” of Sansa. And while that’s true in terms of their different characteristics, it doesn’t mean that Arya is against everything that makes Sansa, feminine. Now lemme elaborate here. Sansa is everything that represents “femininity.” Especially in terms of the inspired time period that ASOIAF takes place in. She’s very girly & lady-like, is mannerful, “soft-spoken.” She daydreams about boys and being a princess. She’s graceful and elegant. She knows her place in terms of society, and as a woman. AND YEAH, Arya is the exact opposite of that. Yes, she has this boyish nature. She’s wild and free spirited. Loud also adventerous. But that’s the thing: Arya has a lot of femininity in her. It’s just not the femininity that we’re used to. What society percieves as “normally feminine.”

Arya is not Sansa. And it’s because she doesn’t act like a “lady” that the audience sees her as this girl who “doesn’t want” or most importantly, should not want/get the same treatment as the typical noblewoman in Westeros should recieve. This idea was engraved into people’s heads because of the show, and that’s how we’re supposed to see her. As this cold hearted ninja assasin warrior who happens to be a girl, but doesn’t act like a typical girl. The audience pretty much places her in the “I’m not like other girls” trope. Which is honestly, so wrong to me. Because yeah okay, Arya isn’t like the typical lady. But god, she is far deeper than that, and is a much more complex character.

Here’s the thing, Arya does not reject being a female, and most importantly, she does not reject the typical ideals of what makes a lady feminine. Of course not. In fact, she actively encourages that women be included in all things, especially in things only made for men. She believes that women should not be held back or ignored because of their sex and femininity.

“The Lannister’s are proud,” Jon observed. “You’d think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother’s House equal in honor to the king’s.”

“The woman is important too!” Arya protested.

This excerpt is from Arya’s very first chapter in AGOT. It is also my favorite Jonrya moment, lol. And asides from the scene foreshadowing potential plot points for not only Jon & Arya, the scene introduces to us and examines Arya’s perception of society and more specifically, the women in society. In this scene Arya joins Jon in observing Prince Joffrey, talking about the Lannister/Baratheon coat of arms. Jon makes a point that while the Baratheon sigil should be enough to prove that Joffrey is of royalty, the Lannisters (Cersei) are a proud house, married into the royal family. So therefore Joffrey is of house Baratheon AND Lannister. That is why the Lannister sigil stands besides the Baratheons. Because they, specifically Cersei, should be seen as equal to the king.

And while Jon makes this seem like it’s wrong or not needed, Arya disagrees with him. She tells him that the women should not be forgotten, as they should be seen as equal to the men. That the women are just as important as the men, and that it would be of good conduct to not forget that. And with that being said, she never acknowledges that Joffrey’s mother is too lady-like or too feminine to be seen as an equal to the king. Nope. Although she does question later as to why if women cannot fight, why should they have a coat of arms. Though that is hardly the point of her argument.

Another point that makes people believe that Arya is not feminine or does not support femininity, is when she flat out says to Ned that she hates the idea of being a lady.

“Your mother and I have charged her with the impossible task of making you a lady.”

“I don’t want to be a lady,” Arya flared.

Alot of people misinterpret this as Arya not wanting to be a noblewoman, because she only likes to play with swords, and get dirty. Because acting like a lady is stupid and not her. This is simply not true. Arya has no problem with women, or being a lady. She is a lady. A highborn one. What she does have a problem with is that being a lady often means being trapped in the conformities of what society percieves to be the acceptable standard for women in this time period.

All of the acceptable standards is what Sansa is. And she is not like Sansa. She does not believe herself to be a lady like her sister or her mother. When she first reveals her true identity to Gendry in ACOK, he immediately apologizes to her for his behavior and calls her m’lady. :3 Arya unfortunately sees this as a form of mockery and an attack because while Gendry acknowledges that she is a lady, Arya doesn’t act like a typical lady or even look like one. That insecurity of not being a lady like her mother and sister makes her believe that Gendry is using her sex against her. Like a form of irony. But I mean, we all know that’s far from the truth, lol!

And Jon recognizes this too! It’s the reason why they are so close and tightly knit together. Because Jon understands Arya, and sees her insecurity like how she sees his. They are one and the same. Jon sees and understands Arya’s frustrations of sexism viewed in Westeros. He acknowledges that Arya is to become a lady. But he also sees that Arya is not the conventional type of lady wanting to stick to the norms. She is a different type of lady, and to him, that is okay. He may tease her for it once in a while, pointing out all the unfair limitations that women have to go through. But he accepts her for being this unconventional noblewoman, and often encourages her to pursue being different.

“Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister.”

Later when Jon and Arya say their goodbyes, Jon gifts Arya with the swords. Needle. This is his way of saying, fuck all them haters, be who you wanna be. Solidifying the idea that he supports her and accepts her for who she is. Kinda like how Tyrion told him to use his identity as armour, Arya should do the same to herself. It’s okay to be different than the rest. Fuck the rules.

It’s not that Arya hates the idea of being a lady. It’s a far cry from that. It’s the sexism that goes along with being the typical lady that infruiates her. Arya loves running around, riding horses, playing with swords, being loud and adventurous. She has a firery temper to her. And just because she likes doing all of that, and is all of that, it doesn’t mean, shouldn’t mean that she isn’t a lady. That she can’t be a lady. All of those things shouldn’t limit her to being viewed as a girl, a highborn lady. She is a woman, and she identifies as one.

“Listen to him, boy.”

“It was the third time he had called her “boy.” “I’m a girl,” Arya objected.

That is why, even though she sees herself as a woman, she often tells herself and other people that she is not a lady. Despite others telling her that she is one. Her insecurity and her frustrations do not allow her to see herself as a lady because she isn’t a “conventional woman.”

But the thing is, even though Arya doesn’t enjoy most of the typical lady-like things, she still has a ton of femininity to her. And people often ignore her more feminine traits in favor of her more “badassery” side, which unfortunately are most often occupied by men. People forget and downright ignore that Arya is really intelligent. She particularly excels in math. It’s one of the few things that she’s better at than Sansa. She loves flowers—like her aunt Lyanna. The very person who she’s said to look and act like the most. And a really important one is that she has motherly instincts. It’s what helps her protect other kids throughout her journey. Her ability to empathize enables her to be more social with outcasts and befriend others without judgement. She is well-mannered and kind to strangers. (An example of this would be when she apologizes to a common woman who lent her a dress to wear, and she accidentally destroys it because she and Gendry were playing by the acorn tree.) She can also cook and clean just like any other woman—or any other person. All of those are feminine traits, and are traits that make her more human. And the show opted to get rid of all that and gave us some cold-hearted, angry, ninja.

The audience perceives that because Arya is this ninja warrior who rejects the common standards of being a lady, it means that she can’t have these other more female traits. Nope. She’s not allowed to have or want more rights and power because that’s not her. She’s a warrior and nothing more. She can’t find love because she has to be this bad-ass independent woman who don’t need no man. That’s not her, that’s her sister. We can’t have Arya be any more female than she already is because she rejects the idea of being female. Leave all that crap to her sister! Sansa’s the princess—and we can’t have Arya being a princess or queen. Arya’s only allowed to carry a sword.

And it’s the audience’s perception of her that goes against everything that Arya is, and everything that she believes in. Because remember, Arya hates the idea that being a lady means being trapped in the societal norms. And it can be said vice versa too. Arya still respects those who want to be more of the conventional type. Arya may not have the more typical feminine traits that make her a lady, but to hell with it! It doesn’t mean that she’s not allowed to have the other things that the more conventional woman would/should have. That goes against all of her views and beliefs. The audience puts Arya at an unfair standard because she doesn’t act like a conventional woman.

It’s the same thing as the audience saying that Jon Snow doesn’t want a title or power, because he’s devoted his life to the Nights Watch and is unselfish. False. Very false. Just like Arya. Arya’s young. She still has time to grow, and no doubt she doesn’t think of all those things now because of other priorities. But she’s slowly getting there. And there is so much foreshadowing of her finding love, becoming a woman gaining power, etc, etc. She’s not there yet, but that’s a part of her growth. Just because she defies the typical female standards, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t want or wont want all those things later.

Like com’on. Everyone knows that Arya is the only legitimate candidate right now to inherit the North. Everyone knows. The Northmen know, the Nights Watch knows, the people in Kings Landing knows. Hell, even the damn wildings know this. And it’s because of this knowledge that formed the majority of the northern plotline in ADWD. People are going to war for her. She is the true key to the North, and that’s why the Boltons lied and said that they have her. It’s why Jon went to war and died for her. I don’t think Arya will truly believe it if/when she finds out that people are fighting for her because she holds the power to the North. Unless Jon’s gonna be the one to tell her himself. The fact that she is being set up to inherit all this power, and yet people deny it and believe that she doesn’t want it because it’s “not her” in regards that she’s not feminine enough, is seriously infuriating.

I mean look at the type of women Arya respects and idolizes. Where do you think she got the name Nymeria from? Nymeria’s name originates from the Princess of Dorne herself, Princess Nymeria of Ny Sar. Princess Nymeria was said be very beautiful, strong-willed, cunning, and full of wisdom. She was a “warrior-queen.” From that alone, her femininity clearly did not matter. She was a woman whose goals were not held back because of her femininity and sex.

Arya does not hate femininity or things that makes women more feminine. She doesn’t truly hate wearing dresses or being a lady. It’s being conformed to the general standards that she hates. It’s her sex being used against her that makes her angry. It’s not being able to be herself that she despises. And thanks to Sansa and her mother’s judgement of her, Arya’s insecurity only heightened. Despite looking exactly like Lyanna, Arya herself believes that she’s not beautiful enough to even be considered a lady. Only Jon and Ned allowed Arya to be Arya. Only they called her beautiful, and only they encouraged her to be who she wanted to be. Arya loves her fellow women. And yeah, she also loves Sansa despite her being such a pain in the ass bitch, lol.

Arya’s character encourages women to just be women. She encourages us the audience to just be ourselves despite all the conformities forced upon us. Her character explores the limitations of sex, gender, and especially the loss of identity. Arya not wanting to be a lady doesn’t actually mean she doesn’t want to be a lady. She doesn’t want to be held back by the standards of being a lady. Her question, her argument is that why should women be limited only to being this or that. Women are far more than meets the typical standard, and if society can’t accept it, then fuck that! Women can be knights and still be a lady. They can be fierce and passionate and emotional and still be a lady. Women can be warriors and still be a lady. Just because there are some women out there who don’t fit the ideal standards of what it means to be lady, it shouldn’t make them feel like less than one.

#Arya Stark #Arya Stark meta #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #jon snow #Gendry Baratheon #Jonrya #Gendrya #Arya is a feminist #When is TWOW come out?! I miss her!!#Also shes going through puberty in the next book so uh that’ll be interesting hm?#Ya’ll Dany may be going mad in the books too #But I mean Dany and Arya NEED to interact at least 1 pls George give it to me :(#Anti GOT

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porcelaintoybox23 · 3 years ago

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Solitaire pt. 2

Part one

I normally like to avoid long chunks of dialogue but it felt needed. Went more for how the dialogue is paced than correct punctuation. Kaeya could be a traitor or not, so I left it vague. Tumblr also gave me formatting issues, so…sorry

Kaeya x Gn!Reader (electro) can be read as platonic or romantic

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You reach Starsnatch Cliff at precisely 19:00. The setting sun is barely a speck in the horizon allowing the beautiful astral bodies that give the location its name their chance to shine.

You hadn’t seen Kaeya since the previous night and made no mention of his absence when Jean came calling. You had been wracked with nerves all day, but the time has finally arrived: what will you find at the top?

Your vision wasn’t at the bottom, but Kaeya was not one to follow conventions or rules.

As you climb, you think back to when Kaeya had first brought you here. Admittedly, it was as an unspoken apology, but that didn’t take away from the beauty of the sky.

You sit down to wait. When the sun has completely set, and you can see the lights of Springvale, you feel someone sit next to you.

It’s a little further than normal but…

“Why?” is all he says.

More open ended than his usual interrogation methods, but this was an unusual situation.

“I'm 98% sure that you are a sociopath.”

If Kaeya is surprised about the opening, you can’t tell.

“I'm 99% sure you're using that word incorrectly.” He replies back smoothly.

A straightforward conversation is a foreign concept to people who obfuscate as easily as they breathe. Truth hidden under witticisms and banter.

“You're still mad about the ruin guard thing?” Kaeya almost sounds shocked.

You let annoyance seep into your voice. “Kaeya, that was too far, even for you. It crosses a line to endanger your allies without their consent.”

“Well the ends do justify the means. We did catch those thieves after all.”

“You’re lucky that no one was killed-we’re getting off topic.”

He laughs. You didn’t realize how much you had missed-

“I am one of Mondstat’s most prolific ‘anti-heroes’ after all.”

Nevermind.

“Sometimes the ends justify the means and you're an ass, you dramatic shit head.”

“Yet here you are.”

You sigh. “Yet here I am.”

Silence falls between you.

“You're a hypocrite, you know?” Kaeya’s voice comes out in a whisper.

You go still, holding your breath.

I did ask for this.

“You only hate my schemes if you don't know about them. You have no qualms about going off with your own plans and endangering our fellow knights. Yelling 'landslide' isn't a great warning.”

You hum, remembering how you convinced Noelle to use her geo on a cliff. Caught the treasure hoarders off guard. You hide a laugh under a cough when the image of a dust covered Kaeya appears.

He ignores you and continues on.

“You're petty as hell. You still haven't let the Collei thing go-“

“I'll let it go when you apologize to her in person-”

“You were mad that my scheme to reveal that Snezhnayan spy embarrassed you and didn't care about the overall benefit.”

“You completely humiliated me.” You whisper.

Kaeya goes silent.

“That was the first and the only time you've ever apologized to me, with the words. Up until then, I just considered you a sadistic drunk who abused his power.”

You look up at the stars. "You were the kind of person I avoided back home. The ones that would make me look stupid, and you did. In front of the knights, the fatui, and the entire town."

Kaeya inches closer and you put your head on his shoulder.

“I did find you interesting before then.” He started after a few moments. “A mysterious stranger who never fell for my charms or let any info slip through. I still haven’t seen you drunk.”

“You never will.”

You both fall silent again, but this one is different. The time for smoke and mirrors has passed.

“Unlike the traveler, I have no interest in finding my family or returning home.” Your voice is surprisingly steady as you recount memories you had long buried.

“I hated my life. I was trapped taking care of my parents. No friends, no standing, not a fucking cent to my name. I wasn’t interesting, no one understood me or cared to try. I was meek and my attempts at reaching out were met with looks of confusion or pity.”

You poke his chest. “That’s why I was so angry. Somehow, I ended up here. I got these powers that I can change on a whim. A world with magic and adventure, a place where I can be free and be a hero. To not be myself. I didn’t want to be that person again, the loser that no one hated but no one liked either.”

You laugh. “I don't know what's worse, abandoning my family or that I don't feel that bad about it.”

“Despite your sadistic streak,” he elbows you, “you care for Klee. You protect Mond and, occasionally, think of other people. Even with Collei, you at least let Diluc take the fall. I really don't have a leg to stand on regardless.”

“Even with this second chance, I’m still a fake. I've always pushed people away. Hid before anyone could get close, but how can I expect to breach that gap if I can't extend a hand out myself?”

You look at grass beneath you, too afraid to see the look on Kaeya’s face.

“Our overall values are a little mismatched, but isn't loving someone about accepting all of them? Warts and all? I want to know why you do what you do. Why you do a job you clearly hate. Why you take joy in others' suffering. Why you're friends with me of all people.”

You start messing with a strand of his hair.

“At least, I think we're friends.”

You pause but add in a whisper,

“Maybe, I'm being a little too trusting again.”

You fall silent and you two stay like that for some time. You gag internally at your mushy honesty.

“I think we’re friends, but don’t let Diluc hear or he’ll get jealous.”

You poke him again.

“What convinced you?”

“Hmm?”

“If there's one thing I can't critique, it's your intellect- Kaeya shut it-You’ve lived in Mondstat for half of your life. You’ve met the people, gotten to know them, saved them. You uphold justice, even if your methods lack kindness, so it must be for a reason. I’ve seen the mess that is Teyvat, the archons that neglect and misuse their authority, the people are evil and cruel. I’m still not totally okay with killing hilichurls. I want the world to be a better place, I’m sure deep down, you do too.”

Now you look up. You’re surprised to see Kaeya looking down at you, with both eyes. Fear, trepidation, and hope flash through them, and it's the most open you've ever seen him.

He lowers his head onto yours and heaves a sigh.

“When I was around 10 years old, my father took me to place called Dawn Winery…”

***

…

“First off, I have no flaws.”

You startle a bit, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes. You and Kaeya had talked all night and you had started to doze as the sky turned a light peach.

“Two, you love me? Here I thought my charms were useless against you.”

Now fully awake, you leap up and make a move to leave.

Kaeya grabs you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Kaeya if you touch me, I swear to the archons I will electrocute you.”

“You know as well as I do, that you won't.”

Your eye twitches as you (sadly) reflexively relax in his hold.

“True, I'll just make Diluc serve you grape juice from now on. Better yet, I'll ask cloud retainer to give me a potion that makes everything you drink taste like grape juice.”

“Okay, let’s not do anything rash now! We are friends after all, one might even say besties.”

“I hate you.”

You elbow him, hard.

“but, thanks…for trusting me. No matter what you decide, I’ll be here for you.”

Kaeya’s face seems to fall but his jovial facade comes back in record time.

“Such a sap, y/n,” he deflects.

You smile, seeing that he’s happy to have someone on his side.

“ I guess I am.”

***

Events that happened but were not mentioned for brevity:

Didn't tell Kaeya about the sword location to take the sword out from under him.

Tricked some knights into doing their work a few times.

Would have attacked Collei or let Kaeya slide if she proved to be actually evil.

Encourages Klee to blow things up and sneaks her out of solitary/reads to her.

Used a bomb once for a plan that failed and let Klee be blamed since she'd get in less trouble

Also lies to children

Picks fights for no reason

Becomes purposefully obtuse to annoy people

***

Thanks for reading! I do have some ideas for how the spy plan made these two became friends, if anyone is interested.

#kaeya imagines #kaeya alberich #genshin imagines #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you

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wherethehoesat · 4 years ago

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YES SUNA BABY

i love this guy so much uirehgkgkgf (for some reason, tumblr won’t let me format my post when answering your ask @cesaflf, but here it is!)

you two aren’t even together lmao

more of a frenemy-fuck buddy system

then it eventually develops into something more than that

he’ll be the person you’ll call at two AM, taking you out at that ungodly hour if you’re too awake to sleep

it’s easy to fall for him because he knows how to put up with your crazy antics

it hurts because you know you’ll never be more than what you are now

you would never know that he fell for you too

he has a bad habit of pushing away his feelings away, saying that the butterflies in his stomach after you show him your saccharine sweet smile was “just nothing”

he never told you how he feels since he never really accepted his feelings either

he couldn’t comfort you as your heart broke because of him, if he would’ve confessed, it would’ve saved you a great deal of tears

when you started distancing yourself from him to try and get rid of your affection, he didn’t stop you

there was no fight, but as days pass, the distance between you two grew

it hurt him and he didn’t know why, he didn’t want to know why

so he released his frustration and guilt and anger by screwing other girls

an action that hurt you once you heard about it from the twins

you do the same, feeling petty at your decision but you needed release

after seeing you go to more and more parties and arrive drunk more often than not, the twins decide to butt in

the twins would def beat some sense into suna, literally

he’s annoyed by the way they talked to him, was even more annoyed knowing that for the first time in their godforsaken lives, the twins were right. (world must be ending soon)

so he grows some balls and goes after you at a party (the twins told him where you were)

fucking angry as hell when he sees your lips on someone else’s

*the guy you were kissing chases after him so suna had to punch his stupid face and you had to assure the poor guy that you knew suna so he would stop going after you and get pummeled by suna even more

would drag you out of there, maybe even carry you to his car if you’re that fucking stubborn

lots of yelling and cursing from you

eventually gets tired of your profanities and shouting so he kisses you to shut up

was alarmed when tears started trickling down your face

you asked him why he was even there

said the longest sentence in his life, no, scratch that, it was a whole fucking paragraph;

“i’m so so sorry y/n. i know i fucked up big time. i didn’t realize i was falling for you, didn’t really want to admit it to myself because i was too much of a coward to lose you.” “you were my best friend, albeit of an ass and i love you. i thought- i thought my feelings would fuck things up you know? what if you didn’t feel the same way? what would’ve happened? you would have left me and i don’t think i can handle losing you.” “but when i pushed my feelings away, i pushed you away and i’m so so fucking stupid for doing so. i hurt you a lot so i know an apology won’t undo the damage i did so i understand if you want nothing to do with me anymo-”

cut him off with a kiss please

you two would def make out in the car, maybe even more than that if you’re so inclined on doing so

throughout the steamy make-out session and/or sex, you’d tell him how stupid he is, how you loved him back, and how much it hurt when he pushed you away

and he’d say sorry all over again, say he loves you all over again

and he does

he decides he’ll never let you go again, he doesn’t know what would’ve happened if he lost you

he owes a big fucking debt to osamu and atsumu now

#hq headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #suna rintarō #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintarou #suna rintaro imagine #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna imagines #haikyuu suga x reader #haikyuu suna #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyu x reader #break-up scenario #break-up headcanon #i tried lmao #what even is this

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myidlehand · 4 years ago

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It had to happen! Finally, a story about Geralt and Eskel cause I couldn’t resist any longer. It’s not a fluffy one like the previous two but there’s still some hurt/comfort. It’s set when Geralt and Eskel are still baby Witchers in training.

Tumblr is being an ass about formating so you can find this on AO3

Wordcount is at 2,400

Charaters: Eskel, Geralt, Vesemir, Rennes

Tags: Eskel/Geralt, Angst, Improper use of Axii, Mind control, Hurt/Confort, Baby Witchers

Fear

"Master Rennes! Master Vesemir!" The boy yells from the door he's thrown open carelessly.

"What are you doing boy!" Rennes barks at the scrawny kid.

"Apologies Masters," the boy says, breathless.

"What is it!"

"It's Eskel Sir. He's gone mad! He's going to burn the keep down!"

"Where the hell is he?" Vesemir shouts at the poor frightened teenager.

"Down the training yard Master! Please, Sir, we don't know what to do! Geralt's down there too!"

The two older Witchers set off sprinting to the courtyard three levels bellow, following the boy. It takes only a few minutes to reach the yard but they can hear some of the kids yell even from the corridor. Most of them are watching from higher ground, from windows or the ramparts bordering the training yard. Vesemir can smell their fear and confusion even before he sees them. Three boys are closer to the action, right on the platform that overlooks the courtyard and are yelling in delight every time Eskel cast his Signs. Those three don’t smell like fear. One of them spots Rennes coming at them from the corridor at full speed and bolt down the stairs, disappearing around a corner. The other two are not so quick and the Witcher catches one by the arm and the other by the back of the neck before they have time to escape.

Down bellow Eskel sends an Aard towards Geralt powerful enough to take down the dummies right were Geralt was standing and part of the wall behind him. Luckily everyone at the top of the rampart has time to skater before the wall goes out from under them.

"Eskel it's me Geralt, stop!"

Eskel snarls and sends a wave of fire at Geralt, who has run under the little balcony at the top of the stairs. He barely manages to jump to one side, his arm reddening painfully when he's not quick enough to avoid all of the flames. Rennes throws himself and both the kids down when the flames come licking at the top of the platform, the air so hot they can barely breathe. Vesemir yanks both the kids back to the entrance of the corridor as fast as he can. Another Aard takes down half the stairs on the right side of the courtyard, they can even feel the shockwave from their hiding place. Nobody else but Geralt has the courage to come down and help calm Eskel.

"What is going on here?" Rennes ask in a tone that clearly mean they both are going to get flogged very very soon if they test his patience.

"It wasn't us Master, we swear!

"It was Marcus' idea!"

They both answer at the same time.

"What the hell did you do to that boy?" Rennes snarls, pointing vaguely towards the training ground right outside.

"We just wanted to have a bit of fun. We didn't think he would go mad like this, honest Sir!"

The boys look at each other for a second before casting their eyes downward, looking shamefully at their boots.

“Explain yourselves!”

"Eskel never gets into real trouble cause all the trainers like him even though he does lots of stupid stuff with Geralt all the time, so we just wanted to get them in a little bit of bother. That’s all. We can't really touch Geralt cause he's special or something. But not Eskel. And Marcus he's pretty good with signs and stuff..."

"It was just for fun Master. To teach them a lesson cause they aren't great like everybody thinks they are! They're just orphans like the rest of us!"

Down on the courtyard, another dummy gets torn into splinters of woods and straw goes flying everywhere.

"For fuck sake Eskel! Stop, you muttonhead!" they hear Geralt yell.

"Out with it boy or I'll flog you myself!" Rennes snaps, baring his teeth dangerously at the teenagers.

"We didn't know he would go crazy! We wanted him to get frightened a little so we used Axii on him!"

"You did what?" Vesemir finally says, cold fury in his voice.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to cast Axii on a person before you are ready?"

"We didn’t mean to do him harm, it was just for fun!"

"You broke one of the most fundamental rules of the school just to have a bit of fun? I should just throw you down there and let Eskel burn you alive!"

Their eyes go big, not knowing if Rennes would really do it. The leader of the Wolfs has never been soft on anybody.

Outside, Geralt is just running in circles, hoping Eskel will tire himself out before he has to hurt him. Geralt is not even sure if he can hurt Eskel at this point anyway. He has no real weapon apart for the few training swords scattered all around the yard and even so, he's not been able to approach Eskel at all. The bastard is too quick with his hands and he's been trying to either crush Geralt or burn him alive for a good five minutes now. Geralt's strategy so far has been yelling at Eskel to try to make him come out of his trance and in the meantime, keep him out of the castle where he can't hurt anybody but Geralt and himself. Not ideal but better than put everybody else at risk. Well except for the idiots looking at them from the walls but not actually helping in any way. They are on their own if some flames come licking at their stupid asses.

"Who cast the Sign?" Rennes asks coldly.

"Marcus first cause he's good with them. But it wasn't working really so I… I did too Master. We just wanted to frighten him a little. Make him see stuff that isn’t there. Like a big kikimora or something. It would have been funny to make him fight nothing."

"There's nothing funny about making a man go mad lad. Casting an uncontrolled Axii on someone is dangerous enough, you could break his mind with two at the same time! Never do that again!"

While Rennes is scolding the two stupid boys, Vesemir risks throwing a quick look outside, trying to spot both his trainees. Geralt is a few meters from the platform, Eskel, maybe eight meters away.

"Come on buddy there's no treat here! You're just imagining things Eskel, it's not real. It’s just me," Geralt tells him softly, trying to avoid stones flying his way. Eskel apparently has learned how to direct things with his Aard Sign, already with impressive force and accuracy for his age. Geralt manages to grab half a training dummy and raise it in front of him as a shield. He's obviously too exhausted to cast Quen. Signs take out a lot of energies and he hasn't even mastered this one yet.

"Alright, now you're starting to piss me off Eskel!" Geralt growls, blood flowing from a cut right above his eye where a stone has nicked him before he could raise the dummy up. He braces himself and throws the dummy at Eskel with all his force. Eskel doesn't react quickly enough and takes the dummy square on the chest, tumbling down from the force of the trow. Geralt has barely the time to take a few mouthfuls of air before Eskel is up again.

"Come on man stay down!"

Vesemir sees the rage in Eskel’s eyes, glazed over with the Axii Signs. He sees the boy bend both his hands to cast Igni and he knows this time Eskel will burn Geralt alive if he doesn't intervene. Vesemir runs immediately towards the boy and leaps off the little platform to land in front of Geralt, right before the flames can reach him. Vesemir raises his Quen shield in an instant, protecting them both from the inferno raging around them. Eskel shouldn't even be able to cast Signs with both his hands at the same time yet, even less so produce two Igni with such force, he's too young for that. But somehow he can and Vesemir's shield is barely powerful enough to protect both of them as the flames engulf most of the courtyard. In another situation, Vesemir would marvel at the power displayed by the boy right now. Geralt can feel the heat of the flames through the protective golden aura and instinctively crouches low behind Vesemir to protect himself. It only takes a few seconds but to them, it feels like an eternity.

“Can you take him?” Vesemir yells, barely audible above the roar of the flames surrounding them.

“I think so. Yes… yes I can”, Geralt answers breathless but confident.

“Get ready then” Geralt moves next to the Older Witcher, feet braced against the ground, waiting.

As soon as the flames receded, Vesemir drops his shield and Geralt's bolts straight ahead. Eskel is slightly lightheaded from all the energy he just expelled and Geralt uses the opportunity and tackles his friend at full speed, toppling them both over.

Before Eskel has times to react, Geralt straddle him, trapping his legs with his thighs to avoid being kicked off and lacing their fingers together on each side of Eskel's head to stop him from casting another Sign and keep him down.

"Eskel look at me! It's Geralt! I'm your best friend I won't hurt you!"

Eskel snarls and try to throw him off with his hip but Geralt hold on, putting as much weight on Eskel as he can.

"Come on man you know me! You know my voice, you know how I feel! Concentrate on me!"

Eskel calms down a fraction, eyes huge and panicked. He feels trapped and scared out of his mind but there's a flicker of recognition there.

"Ger… Geralt the monsters! They're everywhere!" he whispers frantically.

"It's okay Esk, I’ve got you. You have to calm down. Everything is alright I promise. Let me take care of you, no more Signs", Geralt reply, squeezing Eskel’s fingers to reassure him. Because of Geralt's position above him, there hips, bellies and arms are flushed together. Eskel can feel the hit radiating from Geralt and he just has to raise his head a little and push his nose against Geralt's throat and breathes in. Geralt smells tired and scared but he feels honest too. If Eskel searches deeper he can still find Geralt's usual smell deep under the rest and it's enough for him to calm down and come back to himself a little.

"Sleep," Vesemir says right next to them and Eskel's head falls back on the ground, eyes closed, face relaxed.

"No! Why did you do that! I had him, he was coming back to me! You didn’t have to Axii him again!" Geralt yell at Vesemir.

"I couldn't risk it Geralt. He could have turned again and kill you. Uncontrolled Axiis are unpredictable."

“So your solution is to do it to him again? Two times wasn’t enough for you?” Geralt snarls at the older man.

“I know what I’m doing Geralt,” Vesemir answers patiently, not coming too close just in case.

He knows Geralt is not mad at him, he’s just scared and very protective of Eskel. Everybody knows how much they care for each other. Even a blind mind would have noticed. It was dangerous but by the time the trainers had realised how close they really were, they missed their chance to separate them, the boys being already too old. There had been some debate among the older witchers and trainers to still try, even if the boys would go kicking and screaming. But Geralt had been chosen for additional mutations and Vesemir had argued he would have a better chance to live without the additional stress of losing his connection to Eskel. It was a gamble but it convinced enough people to keep them together. Vesemir knew he made the right choice the first time he heard Geralt crying and screaming for Eskel from even two levels above the deep trial room. The mages hadn’t been happy when Vesemir had shoved Eskel into the room that night, trainees weren’t supposed to witness the process. But the new mutations had been even more brutal than usual on the poor boy’s body and Eskel had been his lifeline, tightly grasping Geralt’s hand in his and whispering words of encouragement all night and day.

"Is he going to be okay?" Geralt asks quietly, looking at Eskel again, eyes heavy with concerns. He had let go of his hands but he was still straddling his friend, not wanting to move before he was sure it was over.

"He's tenacious and determined. And he has strong connections to his friends.. to you. I'm sure he’ll find his way back to us after a good rest."

"Will they be punished for what they did to him? It’s not right." Geralt asks softly, gently sweeping away some hair from Eskel face, still not taking his eyes off him.

"Yes. Very severely. Trainees should never cast Axii on each other before they mastered it. And even then Signs should only be used in case of emergencies on a brother. They won't forget that lesson again. I promise."

"Good."

"Now, get up. I need to bring him to the infirmary."

"I’ve got him," Geralt says, moving to Eskel's side and delicately taking him in his arms.

"You're hurt boy, let me take him."

"No. I told him I would take care of him. I don't break my promises to Eskel." Geralt gets up, his left arm shaking a little, painful from the burn. But Vesemir knows there's no use arguing or interfering between those two. Geralt will never let go of Eskel without a fight.

Geralt takes the stairs up to the little platform and growls at the two boys when he enters the corridor and walks quickly toward the infirmary without another word.

Rennes stops Vesemir before he can follow them.

"How long has this one been training his Igni?"

"A little over seven months."

"Have the mages look at him when he wakes up. Something tells me he's been holding back, I've never seen a trainee use Signs as he does. He's remarkably powerful already when he lets go. Maybe Geralt is not the only special one after all."

“As you wish Rennes,” Vesemir says, walking after his boys.

***

Thank you for reading! I have an entire series of stupid headcanons like this one and a couple of fic if you’re interested on my AO3 page :)

#eskel #witcher eskel #geralt #the witcher #eskel x geralt #myWitcherheadcanons #hurt/confort #angst #tw mind control #baby witchers

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lalahbug · 4 years ago

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Hidden Emotions - Levi x Reader

Fandom: Attack on Titan Word Count: 2,888

My Masterlist

Warnings/disclaim: general I wrote this before I knew about the lifespan of a Titan shifter, so that doesn’t exist in this certain fanfic, okay? Okay.

Author’s Note: continued under story Originally posted on DeviantArt, same username, on 03/05/2017. Revamped/edited in 2020.

___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person

Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting. I do not own it, found it as a free vector to use though.

Story under cut

“State your name and business.” Levi droned as someone knocked at his door.

“___, Erwin told me you wanted to see me.”

“Enter.”

___ pushed the door open and closed it lightly, she walked up to his desk and stood, until Levi glanced up at her and gestured to her to sit.

“Erwin said you had something you needed to tell me.”

“Yes.” Levi kept writing for a moment until he was done with his sentence. Oh, how he loved her patience. He put down his pen then leaned back crossing his arms across his chest. “You’ve been in the Scout Regiment, for about 4 years, correct?” She nodded. “You haven’t died but you haven’t really done anything notable,” she nodded in agreement.

’She talks less than I do. She always does her job, keeps to herself.’ Levi thought to himself.

“Erwin and I believe you have more potential. We need you to be better. Starting Monday, you’ll be a Squad Leader. Our new recruits will be under you until they die or are put into another squad.”

“Thank you very much for this opportunity,” Levi was about to say, you’re welcome. “But, I would like to decline if I can. I do not believe I would be a good leader. I’m a pawn, maybe a rook. I’m no knight such as yourself and Hange. I do not believe I could be better. I apologize.”

Levi just stared at her. He was not expecting this at all. Her eyes were as deadpanned as his. He never knew she had self-doubt like this, is this why she never did anything notable? Because she figured she can’t do more?

“You are a Squad Leader as of Monday. It has already been decided. If you have issues, you may ask any Squad Leader or Erwin. You will meet your squad Monday morning in the mess hall.”

“Yes, sir.” He saw a glint in her eyes, it was either worry or fear, it was too fast for him to tell.

“Then you’re dismissed,“ she nodded and stood up, pushed in her chair.

“Levi!” Hange busted into his room. “Oh, ___!” Hange hugged her, causing her to stiffen.

“Afternoon, Hange. Please let go.”

“I’m your best friend, who you tell everything to and I can’t even hug you!” Hange whined.

“We can talk later, I would like to go to my room.”

“Did Shorty say something weird? Like he loves you?”

“Oi!”

“Hange, even if Captain did. Nothing would happen, you know that.” ___ pulled herself out of Hange’s arm. “I’m a Squad Leader as of Monday. So I would like to get some materials. I will see you later.”

“Oh! That’s awesome! Let me know if you need anything!”

Levi’s eyes widened a bit. ___ actually smiled full-heartedly at Hange.

“Of course, Hange. I always go to you,” with that, she left. As much as Levi hates Hange, he liked having her around when he was with ___. Hange brought a side to her that Levi never saw.

“What the fuck was that about me loving her?” Levi spat at Hange.

“Well, you do. You need to start dropping hints. She’s so clueless. You’ve loved her for like three years, you always stare at her! Come on, Shorty!”

“Shut up, Shitty Glasses! God, I regret you ever figuring that out,” Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. “What did she mean, nothing would happen, even if I told her?”

“Oh that. Well, she doesn’t want a relationship. She doesn’t see a point since she’s in the Regiment. Knowing that she’ll die and leave her lover behind.” Hange paused and looked down. “The thought of it, makes her almost cry. It’s the first time I ever saw her eyes water.”

“I doubt she’ll die anytime soon. She’s the only one who ever survives when her squad dies. She’s outlived many of her Squad Leaders.”

“It’s a bit strange if you think about it. How does she always survive? It’s like she’s a titan like Eren.” Hange chuckled a bit, before realizing that wasn’t actually too bad of an explanation.

“If she is, why would she be here for so long? You’ve known her since you were both young adults.”

“Huh.” Hange tapped her chin. “I want to ask her now. I wonder if she’ll lie or not. Her eyes do a weird shake like thing when she lies or is nervous.”

“Let me know how that goes, now get out,” Levi grumbled while getting back to his paperwork. Hange left his office, closing the door. “How would I drop hints when she’s so impervious with her emotions?” he mumbled to himself.

Levi was walking towards ___’s room. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but he had been going to her room every night. To check on her, make sure she was okay. Sometimes he would sit in her room if she was tossing and turning.

Cracking her door open to see if she was in bed, for once in the past 5 weeks, she wasn’t. Also, a first, her room was a mess, papers and books were everywhere. Confused, Levi walked into her room, picking up one of the books, it was about leadership.

“She is actually freaking out. That’s cute,” Levi placed the book back where it was, ignoring the mess, he went to go find her. It’s not his mess to clean, he’d make her clean it instead.

She was pacing outside with a book in her hand, she flipping through the pages. She made a small groan before leaning back on a tree and sliding down it to sit. Staring up at the canopy, stars peeping through the leaves.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” ___ snapped her gaze over to Levi.

“Evening, Heichou.” Levi paused as he noticed a slight blush on her cheeks before she looked back up. “The sky is beautiful tonight, it’s been awhile since I’ve been outside this late,“ she mainly whispered to herself.

“You haven’t answered my question.” Levi stood in front of her, she looked from the sky to him.

“I know, as I am now. I can’t be a Squad Leader. I don’t have the confidence, the only time I can be aggressive is when I notice someone about to die. I do everything I can. I even lost my foot that one time. I can’t do this on my own. Hange is going to help me more tomorrow, but I figured I could do my own studying and research in the meantime. I got upset at myself, so I came outside to read.”

Levi stared at her, as she rambled, this is the most he had ever heard her talk in one go. Maybe this is the side that Hange always got to see. The one Hange said he’d love. Her sweet and worrying, a bit scared but wanting to fight side.

“Why?” she looked at Levi.

“What?”

“What do you guys see in me? Just because I can stay alive, doesn’t mean I am worth anything.”

“___.” Levi squatted down in front of her. “Being able to stay alive out there, is a rare thing. You’ve got something that makes it so you fight harder. Erwin wants you to pass that one to others. So we can keep more people.”

“What if I can’t?”

“Then we’ll keep losing people. You can make great split decisions, many which have saved us before. You’ll be a fine leader.”

“Do you really think so, Levi?” ___ sat up more, looking into his eyes, trying to read him.

Levi was so happy to hear his name roll off her tongue, for the first time. His heart twinged at her cute, sad, worried (e/c) eyes.

“Yes,” he gave her a small smirk, which caused her to blush, lean back and look back up. Levi noticed this. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

As Levi leaned towards her, before something clicked in his mind. “Early, you said you lost a foot. Which one?”

She looked back at him, her eyes shook slightly. “My right, I meant almost lost. Sorry about the confusion.” Her normal tone was back, she was closing back up. Levi studied her for a moment, she was lying.

“You suck at lying.”

“If I lost a foot, it wouldn’t be in my boot, right now.”

Levi put a hand on her arm, in case she tried to escape. “Unless you’re a titan, like Eren.”

She glared at him for a moment. “You’re being stupid,“ she smacked his hand and stood up. “I’m going to bed.” Levi pushed her up against the tree, pinning her by her wrist. “Get off me.”

“Stop lying to me.”

“What difference does it make to you? Whether I am a titan or not? I’m still ___.”

“If you’re a titan, you’ve been deceiving us all, you could have helped. You have let all of us down, by letting hundreds die.” Levi spat at her. Her eyes widened. “Plus, you’ve outlived everyone in your squads. How have you been doing that? What are you hiding?” Levi growled at her when she didn’t answer him. “You’re a fucking disgrace,” Levi gripped her by the front of her shirt, starting to walk and dragging her.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to Erwin. Now.”

“I’m sorry.” Levi turned his head to look at her, meeting her fist.

By the time he opened his eyes. She was gone.

Levi burst into Hange’s room. “___’s gone!” Hange jumped out of bed.

“What do you mean gone?!”

“I confronted her. She’s a titan. When dragging her to Erwin. She punched me and disappeared.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to her about it? You’ve scared her off, Shorty! We could have talked it out then talked to Erwin!” Hange was shaking Levi by the shoulders. Before letting go and quickly pulling on some shoes.

“Where are you going?!” Levi chased after her.

“To find, ___! She’s my best friend; titan, and lair, but she’s still my dearest friend! And if you truly loved her, you wouldn’t have been such an ass!” Hange ran out of the building. Levi groaned as his heart ached and chased after Hange.

___ was sitting on top of the Rose Wall. Staring down at the titans below, out in the distance. The wind was blowing her hair around. She wanted to jump down and transform, run far away. But at the same time, she wanted to run into Hange’s arms, cling to her. She put her hands over her ears and curled up, trying to not cry. She had no right to cry, she had lied to everyone for almost 15 years. She brought this upon herself, she just wanted to be a human and live and die among them. She had never thought of helping them, there wasn’t an urge until 5 years ago. But even if she would have tried to help, she probably would have been killed. That is what she had always thought until Eren came along. She always tried to help, only transforming when she knew there was no other choice.

Screams of her fallen comrades flooded her mind, she broke down crying. Curling up even tighter, rocking back and forth. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. Hange was kneeling next to her, with a small smile.

___ nearly jumped on Hange, crying and clinging to her. Of course, Hange just held ___. Hange knew all of her hiding spots. Now that Hange knew her best friend was a titan, this certain hiding spot, made a lot more sense.

Levi stared at ___, he had never seen her cry, saw her broken looks but never a tear. He could hear her gasping for air as she clung to Hange, mumbling sorry over and over. She’s beautiful, even while crying.

___ pushed away from Hange, sitting on her knees and rubbing her eyes, trying to stop crying. “I’m sorry I never told you. I could have helped you. I could have helped humanity. I’m so sorry. I lied to you for nearly 15 years. I don’t deserve a friend like you,” she was starting to hiccup from crying so much. Hange threw a glare over her shoulder to Levi, who looked away from her glare.

“You’re my best friend. I understand why you never told me or anyone. If you would have when our world wasn’t getting worse. They likely would have killed you.” Hange looked at ___, who was still trying to stop herself from crying. “Until everything with Eren, even if you would have told me. I would have kept it secret with you, in fear of you being killed. You’ve never hurt anyone that didn’t attack you first. Even titans. You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known. In fear of letting anyone down, you’ve held back and been under the radar in fear of having to explain yourself.” Hange hugged ___ as the tears finally stopped.

“I can’t get their screams out of my head. My last squad. An abnormal attacked, I didn’t want to lose them. After two got ate, I transformed. But they ran from me in fear, which made them die. Even at my strongest, I fail. I’m such a disgrace, I can’t do this Hange. I should have never entered the city.”

“I know the screams won’t stop. You’ve always had them, since your first expedition. You’ve been telling me that for years.” Hange rubbed her back. Levi just stared at her. Feeling guilty for the words he had spat at his love beforehand.

“Hange, I want to die now.”

Hange smack ___ across the face. “Don’t you say that shit!” ___ laughed a bit, Hange smiled. ___ then noticed Levi and crawled behind Hange so he could no longer see her. Levi clicked his tongue before walking over and gripping ___ by the arm. Pulling her to her feet, his tight grip making her squeak a bit.

“You punched me really hard you know.”

“You were dragging me off. I claim self-defense.”

“You still have to pay for the pain you did to my head.”

“Fine, I’ll clean the stables.”

“No.” With one tug, he crashed his lips onto hers. She squeaked and pushed him away. Hange clapped.

“Finally!” Hange cheered.

“Shut up!”

“What?” ___ looked at both of them.

Hange popped up and kissed ___ on the cheek. “When you’re done. I want to talk before you see Erwin. I’ll leave you to lover boy, for now,“ Hange walked off.

“I am very confused.” ___ glanced at Hange walking away then at Levi’s hand on her arm. “Can you let go?”

“Will you stay?” she gave him a small nod and he let go of her arm. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. They were basically the same height, so Levi just leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to hers for a small second.

“I thought you hated me.”

“Because of what I said earlier?” she looked away. “I’m not good with my emotions. I’ve loved you for 3 years. I was about to kiss you before my fucking brain clicked what you said.” Levi put a hand on her face, pressing his cooling hand against her warm cheek that Hange had smacked. “I’m sorry. Let’s head back,” she nodded, staring at him for a moment before heading down the wall.

While walking back, Levi wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

___ looked at Levi, with a confused look.

“Would you fucking say something instead of just staring at me? You’re starting to piss me off.”

“You love me?”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s why I kissed you.”

“I thought you knew about me being a titan and no longer trusted me. That’s why you were checking on me every night.” Levi started blushing a bit. “But you did that because you love me?”

Levi coughed. “So you knew? And yes that’s why.” He stopped and stood in front of her. Putting a hand on her cheek again, running a thumb over her cheekbone and smirked as she started blushing. She glanced at his lips then back at his eyes. “Oi, brat.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Brat? You’re like 5 years older than me,“ she scoffed at him.

Levi rolled his eyes before kissing her, moving his hand to the back of her neck, to deepen the kiss. ___ bowed her body into his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Levi pulled away a bit.

“You still haven’t really replied to my confession.”

“I like you.”

Levi clicked his tongue in frustration. “Fucking brat.”

She gave him a small smirk before giving him a light kiss. “Old perv.”

“Tch.” picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. “I’ll teach you how to respect your elders.”

“Put me down!” She ordered him.

“I don’t take orders from you, bitch.” Levi smacked her ass, earning a small yelp.

“I have a feeling my lesson, isn’t going to be something I would ever learn in school.”

“Your lesson is only to be taught by me. The lesson you need to learn right now, can’t be taught with words… only with action.” A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he heard the female make a loud gulp.

Author’s Note: continued Also Levi is a bit OOC. I really disliked this fanfic when I wrote it. But it got positive feedback years ago, so I guess it’s decent but still. I am sorry for this shit.

#attack on titan #aot #aot fic #levi x reader #levi/reader #levi ackerman #shifter!reader #fanfic #fanficition #lalahbug #lalah writes #reader insert #xreader #self insert

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ftw-wolvie · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Interview Game

dredging up an extremely old and unused Tumblr because @extraordinarilyextreme tagged me and I can't deny them anything heh but really thanks for tagging because who doesn't like talking about themselves

name: ftw_wolvie

fandoms: uhh in terms of fandoms that I'm really into and wrote/read fics, right now I'd probably say Detroit: Become Human, Leverage, and Critical Role. I have the attention span of a squirrel though so I also used to be super into Yogscast, the Man from U.N.C.L.E. (movie), and the MCU in general. Tbh the latter I still love, I just don't really read fics or immerse myself in the fandom as much.

two-shots: honestly don't know what this means, is it like a crossover or something? If that's the case, I have one, which I'm working on rn

Gut Feeling: a Bones and House M.D. crossover because I desperately needed Hilson and I also desperately needed Bones and Booth there when it happened

most popular multi-chapter fic: oh god it's almost too embarrassing to even put out here but given that exactly one (1) person will be reading this anyway, it's Manipulation's a Bitch, I think partially just because of pure age. That fic is old as fuck, and my current Gut Feeling one has a much better kudos to hits ratio but whatever, there ya go

actual worst part of writing: forcing my lazy ass to write. Like I said before, I have the attention span of a squirrel, so I drop fics like hot cakes the moment I focus on something else for like two seconds. I'm really trying with Gut Feeling so I've been trying to keep cranking out chapters but it's already a struggle lmao

how you choose your titles: honestly I have no process. I mean just read my titles-- they're god awful. I just think about a short ish phrase that I think summarizes or ties into the chapter or fic decently. If I wrote more angsty stuff I'd probably make long and dramatic all lowercase titles or something but I don't so uh, yeah

do you outline?: dear lord I wish I did. Clearly I'd be a much better and more consistent writer if I did but I don't. I just like writing as a sort of catharsis so mostly I just type out whatever is on my mind and hope it vaguely goes somewhere though it usually doesn't

idea you probably won't get around to, but wouldn't it be nice?: hmm, I actually don't think I have any burning ideas that I don't think I won't eventually get around to. Probably because I lose interest in them before they build up too high. Honestly, I have some crazy-ass dreams, and I have a couple that I'd love to develop further, but if I describe them I know they'll sound super stupid so that's all I'll say about that

callouts @ me: stop starting fics and then never finishing them like please just write some goddamn outlines or at least an ending for the love of god. Yeah that's pretty much it. Also, be more descriptive your writing is more like TV scripts than a book

best writing traits: well I think I'm decent at keeping my characters in character unless it's like, clearly a very different type of world or whatever. And I think my dialogue is okay? I don't think there's anything else to write home about tbh

spicy tangential opinion: do I have spicy opinions about fics? I don't think I'm involved enough in the fanfic writing universe to have any. Actually, is it a spicy opinion to say that doing weird things with formatting dialogue is like, not fun lol. Just use the quotation marks, space it in a way that makes sense, and we'll be just fine. The moment people start throwing around italics or slapping dialogue randomly within paragraphs is when I instantly lose interest in a fic

tagging: I have no one to tag I know no people on Tumblr if this is a social faux pas I apologize please direct complaints to my inbox where I definitely will read it maybe in two years when I open up Tumblr again

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haloshornsinkstains · 4 years ago

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Spirit Week - Prologue

This is something I cooked up based entirely on the Spirit Week conversation in Obey Me. I’m hoping to get something written for every theme day if I can.

And again, apologies if anyone is poorly characterised, I’m only on Lesson 5 thanks to all the events.

Also available on AO3 here (probably with better formatting, thanks tumblr)

Kore heard a ping, reaching over from where she was writing up the last of her homework to check her D.D.D. A message from the RAD Newspaper club flashed up and she scrolled through it with a frown. Spirit Week? She was sure she’d heard the term somewhere, maybe a show or something, but she had no real clue what it meant. It only took a few seconds for the device to ping again, a message from the group chat this time. Mammon: We’re having a Wedding Day She blinked a couple of times, confused, before realising he must mean the RAD message. Grinning to herself she opened the chat, noticing the three little dots at the bottom. Oh, this would be good. Half of them had the RAD Newspaper muted. Satan was the first to respond, evidently confused. The rest follow suit, congratulating Mammon on his ‘upcoming wedding’. Kore couldn’t help but laugh, even if they knew full well what Mammon had been referring to, none of them could miss an opportunity to wind up the second eldest brother it seemed.

Mammon lifted his head from scowling at his brothers through the D.D.D at the sound of soft giggling from the adjacent room. His face softened as he stared up at the wall for a second, before glancing back down to see what else had been said. Kore: What’s Spirit Week? “A pain in the ass.” He grumbled, watching Satan fill her in on the details. The conversation quickly moved onto the themes, honestly he thought the themes were crap. Pajama day might work for Beel, but he’d actually have to put clothes on. And he really hoped Asmo planned on putting on some clothes. Though it would be nice for someone else to be on the receiving end of Lucifer’s ire for a while. Mammon: Only Beach Day on Friday is a good one. He pushed down any thoughts of Kore in swimwear, it was just ‘cause he could use the excuse to go hang out on the beach after school. An idea that was quickly shot down by his brothers. How on earth had he forgotten about the serpent incident? Stupid Levi. Asmo: Do you have a pet Kore? He heard the wicked giggling before he saw the dots that meant she was typing a response. Whatever this was it was going to be bad, he just knew it. “I can hear your evil cackling from here!” He yelled, hoping she’d hear through the wall. There was silence for a second, then “I don’t cackle!” He grinned, glad no one could see him, before glancing back down at his screen. Kore: Yep. Mammon. She was laughing on the other side of the wall, as his face flushed a deep red, fingers flying over the screen. “OI!” “I mean it with love.” He could hear the smile in her voice and he flushed even deeper, really glad now he was alone. “You’d enjoy it anyway, weirdo.” He bit his lip to keep the sound that threatened to rise in his throat at bay, typing quickly to distract himself. She didn’t really mean it like that anyway, he told himself, she was always so open with affection, this… he… there was nothing special there. Mammon: Now listen here! You’d better stop making me the butt of your jokes! Seriously! Mammon: I do bite, ya know! Mammon sent a sticker.

Kore read the message, face flushing slightly red as she grinned. I might like that... She sat back, watching the rest of the messages scroll past, homework forgotten on the table. Seemed like, as much as the boys thought Spirit Week was a pain in the ass, it was going to be fun. She finished the last question of her homework and glanced back at the phone. Mammon had finished complaining and everything had gone quiet again. Smiling softly to herself she opened a private chat with the Second eldest brother. Kore: You know I only tease because I care. Kore: Still in your room? She tried not to wait anxiously for the response, watching those three little dots dance at the bottom of her screen. Mammon: That’s ‘cause I’m The Great Mammon, you couldn’t actually be mean to me. You’d be too scared. I’m benevolent enough to let you get away with it is all, you should be grateful. Mammon: And yeah, still here. Kore giggled, shaking her head with an affectionate roll of her eyes. He was an idiot, but he cared too, she thought, in his own way. Kore: Great, I’m coming over.

Reading the message Mammon glanced around his room, quickly shoving a few magazines under his bed before she could get there. He’d just finished when he heard the knock at his door. She was quick. “Ya don’t have to knock y’know.” He called over his shoulder, flopping down on the bed with his D.D.D in hand. He watched as he opened his door, flashing him a grin so bright and warm it was almost blinding. “It’s called being polite.” She laughed, softly closing the door behind her as she padded across the room towards him. “Tch.” Mammon scoffed, but he patted the space on the bed next to him, shifting over to give her a bit more room. He was rewarded with a soft smile that made his cheeks flush as she settled next to him on the bed, resting her head against his chest. He was glad she couldn’t see the flush that now reached his ears. “So we’re really doing Spirit Week huh?” She asked, chuckling when she only received grumbling in response. “I’m 100% coming to the beach with you on Friday, just so you know. I want to see this monster! We can bring Levi too.” “I didn’t agree to that!” “It’s his pet. He can keep it from eating us right?” She tilted her head up, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “It’s been forever since I went to the beach.” Mammon sighed. “Sure. But if that thing tries to eat you I’m not saving ya… And I’m only letting you come because I’m feeling generous today, it’s not because I like you. Got that?”

#obey me #fanfic #mammon #leviathan #asmodeus #lucifer #satan #beelzebub #spirit week #my writing #halo.writes

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combatfaerie · 5 years ago

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Strange Bedfellows (one-shot)

SUMMARY: One-shot based on the interview where Becky mentioned sleeping with the belt (and Seth confirmed it). It's not meant to be serious. WARNINGS: vague f/m sex, probably some swearing? REQUESTED BY: @rxllynch (I think?) APOLOGIES: Sorry, I'm not used to posting fic on Tumblr, so the formatting will likely be all over the place.... (I can't remember how to do a cut, sorry)

"Hello there, gorgeous."

Seth paused in the doorway to the hotel bedroom. He'd thought he was quiet enough, barefoot on carpeted floor, so Becky shouldn't have been able to hear him. Then he went in a little further and saw Becky stretched out on the bed, propping herself up on her elbow; her phone was in her right hand. The thought of her cheating never crossed his mind; it wasn't her style, first and foremost, but she also wouldn't be so stupid to call her fling when she knew he was in the same suite. Then the camera flash went off and he realized she was taking a photo—but of what?

The flash reflected back at him, making Seth blink away a rainbow of afterimages. As he rubbed his eyes, he noticed Becky set her phone aside and reach forward. "My precious."

As soon as Seth followed her movement, he rolled his eyes: She had the RAW Women's Championship propped up on some pillows and was adjusting it to get a better photo angle. "Bex, what are you doing?" He flopped down on the bed beside her and gave her ass a gentle smack.

The addition of his weight to the bed made the belt tumble off its altar of pillows and Becky scrambled to prop it up again. "I'm taking pictures," she said a touch defensively. "To send to Bayley. The twins are separated now." She slumped flat against the bed with a sigh. Her RAW title defense at Money in the Bank had been successful, but she had lost the SmackDown title right after; it was no small consolation that Bayley, one of her closest friends, now held the SmackDown title, but she was used to calling herself Becky Two Belts. "Which do you think is the best shot?" she asked, going into her phone's gallery and handing her phone to Seth.

"Wow. I thought Nattie was bad with her cats," Seth exclaimed as he scrolled through photos. Much like how people would take pictures of a beloved stuffed animal in multiple locations to make their kid happy, Becky had apparently been taking pictures of her titles—title singular, now—all over the place. Her place, his place. Cafes and bakeries. Every locker room of every arena she wrestled in. "I mean, it's a belt. It has your plates on it. It doesn't really look different from picture to picture. . . ."

"It does so!" Becky lurched into a sitting position and grabbed her phone back. "Look! This one has my plates more prominent. But here the front is more prominent. And this is a side profile shot. . . ."

"I'd rather see your side profile. . . ," Seth murmured, trying to pull her into his lap for a kiss. She returned it happily, but she also didn't let go of her phone. "I'm sure Auntie Bayley is taking good care of Baby Blue. Do you two actually send pictures of the belts back and forth?"

Becky flipped to her text messages and showed him a string from Bayley with similarly staged photos of the SmackDown Women's Championship. Bayley's dog sitting in the circle of the belt. The belt on a towel on a poolside chair. A shot from behind of the belt on a chair while a match with Becky was on the television. "Of course."

"Wow," Seth repeated. He knew a lot of wrestlers had odd superstitions and rituals when they were champions, but he couldn’t imagine ever documenting his title's travels like this. The sooner she sent a picture to Bayley, though, the sooner he and Becky could get on with their night, so he swiped through the most recent photos of the RAW belt and picked one. "That one. It's got the cool lens flare thing going on."

"Okay." Becky attached it to a text message, wrote a quick caption, and sent it to Bayley. After setting her phone on the bedside table, she climbed back into Seth's lap. "Good choice."

They sat there kissing long enough that the angle of the sun changed dramatically, nearly putting the room in complete darkness. Between kisses, he had also managed to get her shirt and bra off, but when he pushed her back against the bed, a sudden thump made him stop with his hands at the waistband of her shorts. "What was that?"

"Sorry, baby." Becky twisted at the waist, gathering up her belt which had fallen from its pillow perch yet again. She gave it a kiss and set it back up with a quick pat before pulling Seth back down to her. "We need to get your clothes off too, you know," she murmured, sliding her hands under his shirt.

Once she pushed his shirt up high enough, Seth instinctively sat back and tugged it off, but he didn't lower himself to her right away. "Is the belt . . . staying there?" he asked. He had been in weirder sex scenarios, but he also didn't want to be stopping every two minutes so Becky could check on her title.

Becky laughed and sat up. "Why, afraid it's watching you? Fine." She reached over, grabbed her title, and leaned over the edge of the bed to gently place it on the floor. "I'll put it back later."

Now Seth was outright confused. "Put it back?" he echoed.

"Uh, yeah? She hasn't been sleeping well without her twin." Since Seth wasn't coming back down to her, Becky pulled him close, one hand working at the fly of his jeans.

"You're serious." Seth grabbed her hands and held them still. "You seriously want to sleep with your belt in the bed?"

Becky leaned back and gave him a sharp look. "Weren't you the one who—on camera, I might add—said something about dancing around a hotel room naked with your titles?" She blew a kiss to her belt, demoted to the floor.

Seth let out a snort of frustration. The downside to being a heel so often was that people had plenty of ammunition to use against you. "Well, yes, but. . . ."

"She'll be on my side of the bed," Becky grinned, freeing her hands and working on his zipper again. "You won't even know she's there."

"Yes, I will," Seth countered, "because you'll probably end up turning over and smacking yourself in the face with the belt, and then you're going to have to explain why you have a bruised cheek. Because if I tell people you insisted on sleeping with the belt in the bed, no one will believe me."

"Bayley would." Once she got his fly open, Becky slid a hand inside his pants and squeezed. "Arguing later. Sex now."

"At least we agree on that." By the time they were done and had decided that they really ought to get some sleep, it was dark enough that they needed to turn on the lamp. Seth had half-hoped that Becky had forgotten about the belt—he certainly had, somewhere between the blowjob and when Becky had topped him—but there she was, easing out of bed and picking up her title. "You really are serious."

"Yep." Then Becky walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled in, pulling the belt in along with her. After she tucked it in, she nudged her pillows over closer to Seth's and snuggled up to him. "See? You can't even tell she's there."

"Okay. But that's not going turn into a regular thing, right?" Seth would end up saying that for the next few nights, and Becky would always agree, but after a while, he got used to seeing the belt sparkling in the morning sunlight. Becky always woke up cuddled next to him, anyway, so he considered it a win.

#rollynch fanfic #seth rollins #becky lynch #rollynch #brollins

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valkyrieofsmut · 5 years ago

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Stupid rant, may trigger.

Oh. My. God.

That's it, first. Just oh my god.

About 50 hours, six days last week- all good, happens sometimes.

About 45 hours (unless I have to suddenly go in this weekend, too, which will put me close to or over 60) this week...

Oh, hey, there's one shift a week that we can't get covered, so let's do rotating staff- thank god it's at least rotating so I don't have to work 50+ hour 6 day weeks for forever.

Not being able to get anything done, ALL WEEK because of shit-

Working overtime because the people at the places I have to go to through the course of my job make it as hard as possible to get things done, and are an hour late to your appointment. You know, because fuck you.

Not being able to get the person in charge of training to understand that THERE ARE NO CLIENTS TO TRAIN PEOPLE ON AT CERTAIN TIMES ON CERTAIN DAYS, but yep, today again. So we get to sit around for half the shift, unable to train, but me unable to get anything done.

Can't get anything done at home either, because I was at work so long I ran out of time.

The person I was training today? I will say this; I'm sure that she's a wonderful person. I'm sure she is nice and kind, and a wonderful person. But I don't want to hear you telling me nonstop about your family and your family history stuff you do, I don't want to watch the stupid videos of your brother's kids singing- I'm sure you think they sound good! I've been singing for a long, long time, won awards and stuff- they're not! It's not their fault; their vocal cords haven't fully matured and "developed" yet, but they're not going to be making money across the country for it! I don't want to politely answer your questions, only to have you interrupt me to tell me how amazing your brother is at the same thing (otherwise known as one upping). I don't want to see the video tour of your brother's enormous new house! I don't want to hear about your church (through everything, because everything is related to the church) all day! I know it- not a fan! What I want is for you to shut up! Because I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!!

At work, in front of clients, too many staff, so talkative, filling the small room enough for twenty people- (becomes)

Sorry I'm being extra weird and quiet, and getting up to leave without saying bye. Not trying to be rude; it's one of those things that you don't think anyone will notice, because, why would they notice you? Tried to stay in the conversation and stuff, but just getting overwhelmed-

I'm GOING to cry if anyone comforts or tries to talk to me, I HAVE to remain strong so my client doesn't try to play shit later, please, for the love of god, to make my life easy- DON'T.

Pervs asking for pics.

I don't talk to people a lot, so you know that when I notice that no one is talking to me, it's extreme. How did everyone decide to stop talking to me at once? That is some crazy shit! And it's gone on for days.

Oh, and this little gem of bullshit...

THIS fucking conversation:

I'm done! What the fuck people, do you not know how to be decent, inclusive, not backhanded racist assholes?! (Before this next sentence, and anyone thinks I'm trying to include my ghosty white ass in with all POC, I mean literally my family; uncles, aunts, cousins...) I had to sit there saying silent apologies to all my POC family for not being able to keep fighting and standing up, because the next place it was going was devolving, and I, spitfire though I am, would get my ass knocked to the floor and stomped by those three, and then what was left of me woulda gotten fired.

I love all you guys on tumblr! You're amazing! Especially those of you who hang around and tolerate my shit and talk to me and mention me in stuff. And I want so badly to reply to every comment, and thing that you mention me in, and I'm so far behind that I'll probably be hoping to get to the comments on the last chapter of Love, recorded next week, let alone the things that I have and want to put out, but fucking can't even get formatted to tumblr! /rant

If you made it through this- you're amazing. Just know that I love you all and will do what I can to get stuff out! ❤❤❤❤❤❤

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saleintothe90s · 5 years ago

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392. Phyllis George hosting the CBS Morning News

So you know the morning show on CBS is mostly drama free, save for when Charlie Rose was fired for being a perv a while back. It’s been pretty consistent with (aunt) Gayle King hosting. This is the first time in 30+ years that the show has been consistent.

Way back in the early 1980s, the morning show as hosted by Diane Sawyer and Bill Kurtis. (clip from 1981/1982-ish -- I’m living for that intro) Bill Kurtis is the guy who did the voiceovers for those crime shows that A&E used to show at nauseam in the mornings back in the late 2000s. What was the show, American Justice? If you’re into crime programming, you know him from that. If you live in Chicago, you know him as the long time newscaster for the CBS station there. In 1984, Diane grew tired of the morning beat and moved to 60 Minutes. Bill stayed, thinking that Meredith Viera or Jane Wallace was going to be the next host.

Nop. Former Miss America, former first lady of Kentucky, and former NFL Today co host, Phyllis George. She was chosen by CBS Executives with a leader who was in the advertising business, and not in the journalism business. 1 Drama instantly began. Richard Salant, former President of CBS News said upon her hiring, “I am heartbroken. [...] put the show in the Entertainment Division, or the Record or the Toy Division, but get it out of news.” 2 He had a point, the lady had no journalism experience.

(this is a clip from October of 1984--when CBS was trying out several women to to see who would replace Diane Sawyer, as you can see, Phyllis was one of the women who auditioned. This was in the old ‘newsy” format.)

The new show began in January of 1985, during the soft chit-chat at the beginning of the show, Phyllis asked Bill if he wanted to hear about her troubles moving to New York. He said no. Dang. 3

Things didn’t improve. One time Phyllis wanted John Candy on the show:

Welp, it all came crashing down come May. In Illinois, Gary Dotson had been released from prison, after being there for eight years for a rape he did not commit. The accuser, Cathleen Mae Webb had become a born again Christian and had recanted her accusation from 1977. The press had a field day with this and the big three networks were all trying to chase the two down in New York City for an interview during their morning shows. 4 On May 15, 1985 the two sat down to all three shows i one morning, Today first, second rated Good Morning America second and scrappy ass CBS Morning News was third. Seriously, Cathleen and Gary’s interview was around the final 10.15 minutes of the show. So, they’re siting down with Phyllis, the interview starts:

...a track meet?

I don’t have a transcript, the interview is not online anywhere, but I’ve read in articles that she also said this:

"I read this morning that you've had 41 television offers to put this into a movie. Is that right? Do you feel like a celebrity?" [She had a big grin on her face through all of this.] When Dotson said he'd had "offers" of jobs, now that he is out of prison, George jovially asked, "Starring in your own movie?", apparently thinking he meant that kind of offer. Said Dotson, "No." 5

....HOWBOUTTAHUG?!

The switchboards lit up with complaints. I know it was a stupid choice of words, but I can’t believe that people called in, but 20 people in the Washington D.C. area did. 5 I don’t see anywhere where she apologized on the show the next day.

By June 7th, Bill Kurtis had left the show, to return to Chicago. Bob Schieffer was recruited in to help the show. At first, he didn’t want to do it. He thought, “Oh shit, not the morning news again.” He only took the job because his pay doubled, and he was just going to be the temporary guy. Bob mentioned in his book This Just in: what I couldn’t tell you on TV that Phyllis seemed to make less mistakes through the Summer. Bob also mentions that since he didn’t want the job, he would waltz into work calm around 6am. 6 My boy Bob didn’t give a...

However, on her days off, Maria Shriver filled in. That was probably the next to last nail in the coffin for her days at CBS. Maria was so much better. Here’s a clip of Bob and Maria when Bob spills coffee on her foot. See, I told you he didn’t care.

The ultimate nail, however was the realization that celebrities wouldn’t come on the show because they didn’t want Phyllis interviewing them. 3 On the Friday before labor day, calls were made, deals were made and Phyllis was off the air. Of course, the press release said that she decided to leave the show because she was tired and wanted to return to Kentucky. 7 Upon learning of her departure, someone who worked on the show ceremoniously threw away a set of tapes of “famous couples” interviews that Phyllis had done that had not aired yet, and said, “they’ll never run.” 3

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Related Links:

@BillKurtis : Grim and tragic quotes from A&E television host Bill Kurtis. (not Bill’s real twitter, twitter has’t been updated in nearly 10 years). I believe Bill’s real twitter is @BillKurtis1.

@bobschieffer hasn’t updated his twitter since 2017 when his newest book came out. John McCain was his last retweet :/.

Bob Schieffer retires Sunday after 46 years at CBS News

Bob Schieffer signs off

There’s an episode of American Justice about Dotson -- guess who narrates it. Yup, Bill Kurtis. Phyllis was actually mentioned in the pilot episode of Growing Pains.

1. Wittebols, James H., The Soap Opera Paradigm (Landham, MD: Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, 2004), 71.

2. Issacs, Norman E., Untended Gates: the mismanaged press (New York: Columbia University Press, 1986), 197.

3. McCabe, Peter, Bad News at Black Rock: the sell-out of CBS News (New York: Arbor House), 191, 102, 123, 186, 193.

4. McDowell, Edwin, “KEY FIGURES IN ILLINOIS RAPE CASE APPEAR ON TV,” New York Times, May 16, 1985.

5. Shales, Tom, “Invitation to a Hug Phyllis George's Gaffe With Dotson & - The Washington Post,” Washington Post, May 16, 1985. https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/lifestyle/1985/05/16/invitation-to-a-hug-phyllis-georges-gaffe-with-dotson-38/abd90ef2-c53a-4785-947a-56709e47d0b5/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.acc74e109e91

6. Schieffer, Bob, This just In: what I couldn’t tell you on TV (New York: Berkley), 302-305.

7. Smith, Sally Bedell, “PHYLLIS GEORGE QUITS 'CBS MORNING NEWS',” New York Times, August 31, 1985. https://www.nytimes.com/1985/08/31/arts/phyllis-george-quits-cbs-morning-news.html

#1985 #the 1980s #phyllis george #bill kurtis #cbs #morning television

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sweeetop · 6 years ago

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Wow~ (´ ∀ ` *) it sure has been a hot minute since I shared my art. Here we have an unnamed kiddo that I made as an npc for the ✧ dnd ✧ campaign I’m running.

He came a little too alive so he’s a character now, and we love him. Here’s to hoping the party actually runs into him on their adventures across Durum. We’ve had two sessions, someone already almost died, and has been thrown in prison. Fun times. Check out that art progress tho, damn boi. o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵈᶦᵗ/ʳᵉᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᶦᵗᵉˢ/ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗˢ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵉˣᵖˡᶦᶜᶦᵗ ᵖᵉʳᵐᶦˢˢᶦᵒⁿ. ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵖᵃᵍᵉ, ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵘˢᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵃˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵖᵉʳᵐᶦˢˢᶦᵒⁿ. ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿ.

・ Deviantart ・Tumblr ・Instagram ・Commission Me ・

This post is a formatting mess and I apologize for nothing, lmao

On another note, if you’re interested in hearing about my dnd forays lemme know? I’ve got a few things up over on my instagram, but I’m happy to regal you with the tales of stupidity that my party and I get up to, along with the shenanigans my players end up causing/doing.

But hey if you’ve got any questions about it hit me up, my inbox is always open and anonymous is on, lol. I am a player as well as a dm, homebrew on both ends. 5e centered/based. I have many a tale to tell. Well, not /that/ many, but I’ve got some good ones. Breggan fucks some shit up, Brisolis is the only reasonable person in the party of four, what’s her face (Ignea I think) and Hollow are idiots. DM’ing wise, Ezra is a non-functional dumbass, he fucking murdered a priest and got his ass thrown in prison his first session. Loraley is the only sensible person. Calypso’ll be on the scene soon~. Should have a fourth coming up here in the near future.

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autumn-in-phandom · 7 years ago

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“Did Dan get TOO TAN?”

(Sept 19th 2017 Dan liveshow timestamps)

0:03 After an awkward pause and salute: “Hello cyber friends” (instant regret and reflection)

0:29 (Dear god, don’t grab your laptop by the screen like that Dan.)

0:44 Grimace #1

1:06 No Dan, you do not look *atol* different. That tweet, title and pic are all just clickbait.

1:10 (Bronze my ass.)

1:19 Hitting us with that meme.

1:25 (Didn’t need to be in your face thanks. Teasing angles?)

1:36 “Never say Trumpy ever again, in any circumstance.”

1:45 Lovely pores and freckles.

2:00 Obviously everyone subscribes to YouTubers for their freckle content.

2:30 Livestreams are “a mistake” because of the chat clinging on to one thing and spamming it.

2:40 No probing or questioning at airport, big grin.

3:01 “The broadband is terrible but the 4G is great.” Okay…

3:17 “The toasty Dan experience”, orangish filter.

3:26 Double rhyme: “I guess that’s a rhyme, yeah that’s fine” (okay it’s a slant rhyme)

3:47 “Buttered crumpet Daniel.”

4:02 “Went to an island in the Mediterranean.” (This is exactly the answer I expected and quite frankly the only one he should give.)

4:09 “Literally did nothing for about six days, it was great.”

4:15 ‘I am Pilgrim’ book recommended by his mum.

4:30 Tricked into reading 900 page book.

5:00 Holiday was incredibly relaxing.

5:10 “Ordeal” getting there, delayed flight, three hours “traumatizing”

5:22 “Haha long boye” “literally, shins driving into my chest, bleeding” alright hyperbolic humor Dan. “Tough.”

5:38 “Violated” on flight by guy’s elbows, “no respect for personal space”, “fully leaning into me”, “didn’t even care”, “honestly an icon for all of us.” (Was it Phil?)

6:03 3 am, old driver, mini bus, cliff roads, did pre-ritual preparing for death.

7:00 “So much yogurt”, doesn’t know why.

7:05 “Assaggetti” tweet, we can shame him, “has the worst sense of humor in the world”, check it out and unsubscribe, doesn’t remember the language (Italian), apologizes, “constantly problematic”.

7:55 “Got that D from the S up above” (vitamin D, or Phil…)

8:16 Phil came on the holiday in case anyone didn’t know.

8:18 “He went from like glass to pale ivory, which is good”, “Phil is someome who erupts in freckles whenever he goes outside, so it’s hard to tell if he tans or if your eyes are just kinda like drawing the dots between the space all the freckles are, if you know what I’m saying.” (Wow, I… I’d like to think you mean what I know, but I’m not sure. Wow.)

8:37 Someone in the chat: “Nice Ursa Major on that cheek boy”. Turn, pose, laugh.

8:41 “The Bigger Dipper of my self esteem.”

8:53 Good day: watched Bake Off and answered emails, “thrilling”.

9:13 Tumblr likes, fan art, “beautiful to celebrate the great people.”

9:43 “The internet is not here”, laughs, sighs, apologizes.

9:55 Some peer pressure advice.

10:25 Had to check what his video title is.

10:35 I don’t know why he bothers to ask if we watched either.

10:55 Accept that he does things by his British calendar.

11:11 Why he didn’t he talk about uni stories when it was happening. Ashamed? Yeah, processing turmoil at the time.

11:55 Now shares traumatizing, terrifying, shameful, embarrassing stories straight away.

12:15 Rowing club guy AU… (not what I was thinking)

12:46 Laundry story: Phil was nice, Dan didn’t ask, *literally* ordered a cab, turned up with suitcase, Phil assumed he dropped out and was moving in, “I’ve had a day and I’m going to wash my socks in your washing machine.”

13:13 “If you struggle to function as a person-” (I really wish he had finished this sentence)

13:15 Asda sponsor for crying in the cheese aisle?

13:23 Pasta burn shaming (were you just never in the kitchen with your mum Dan?)

13:36 Dropping laptop so much recently.

14:00 Never taught cooking, laundry, accounting.

14:18 “No one told me shit!” (in Dan’s face again).

14:33 “What happens when I’m 23?! How do I do a tax?!”

14:54 It was ravioli (pretty sure the instructions mentioned water Dan…)

15:15 Thick as in stupid, not thicc fat booty.

15:30 “Look Fatima, we all have different life experiences, okay?” (lol)

15:36 “Ravioli ravioli, give me the death I deserveioli.” Relates.

15:45 Rihanna livestream, forehead fetishist? Wouldn’t mind if anyone leaves for that.

16:08 Not up on BTS, DNA.

16:33 Shames Eden for “let me see that pastussy” comment, “leave.”

16:45 “Love on the Brain”. He really loves Rihanna, amazing, blessing, doesn’t give a shit, casual, informal, etc. “Bitch Better Have My Money.”

17:25 Is sure BTS video with be “pure and beautiful”, expects “softly applied eyeshadow and very fluffy hair”, he’s sure he’ll enjoy.

17:38 Maybe new gaming video/livestream tomorrow.

17:45 Overcooked, ironic kitchen fire, foreshadowing.

18:08 Wasn’t sure if he should get into Chinese guy story again, but he has to.

18:13 Deep breath: “It was 4 am, I’d been you know, well hydrated that evening, but I decided I needed another drink” go into the kitchen, everyone else was asleep, guy had a whole chicken, with neck and feet, fine but surprising, tiniest pair of white y-fronts, hacked head off and made eye contact, just couldn’t, usually would awaken some kink in him…

19:39 Pool pic, shout out to friend, no consent, relaxing, absorbing sun like a lizard, *basking*, fell asleep, lucky it was a pool and he didn’t drift out to sea, sun stroke vid reference, “the bad tan”.

21:08 People saying “trying to be cute”, the double chins (really?!)

21:21 The least Dan-like photo.

21:33 Thought it would ruin his Instagram aesthetic.

22:10 Lack of other content: relaxing, reading,

22:24 Took a couple other photos, sunset selfie, “no one’s going to take a photo of me” (what the hell happened to your personal photographer?) but then people came (please post, please!)

23:40 Bake off is his life, “Noel Feilding is a national treasure”, caramel was torture while hungry, faves are Liam and not!Val (what did he whisper about Liam? Really wanted him to be…?)

24:30 *Maybe* Halloween Baking, they don’t think that far ahead about anything.

24:48 Phil’s role in Dan’s video, mugging scene took nine takes, afraid to punch him. Outtakes please!

26:03 (grimace #2) “Hello Grandma, my name is Daniel, I’m a wholesome person, that’s a very great influence”

26:16 Wachowski films

26:23 Dan floating in donut plushies would be very challenging.

26:33 Dan flips a bit at the idea that’s it’s weird to like people who don’t know who you are. Uses Ed Sheeran as example.

26:55 Scrolls past person who said they feel better when they have a dream about Dan and Phil.

27:17 Cared more about YouTube than university socializing and class, Pom Bear Massacre reference, made Tumblr account.

29:09 Chapped lips, season changed the moment he stepped off the plane.

29:42 “Okay Universe, I know I can be a bit of a downer, sometimes.”

29:51 Haley Barry Storm powers

30:08 Yes the furry blanket comes out, polyester, sad pimp, Marks & Spencer.

31:06 Ready for everything seasonal, autumnal Yankee Candle range, not haute, but fun themes.

31:31 Frisbee laptop across the room on to the bed, missed.

31:46 Candle haul, yes it is content we need right now!

32:26 Furry invasion on Splatoon, scaley, yiffing proposition, “this is a family game”, not shaming just concerned for kids, though it is hentai-esque…

33:27 Sonic: 2010 reminiscing, formatting of boxes.

34:04 Was stupid side kick, Phil being good, Dan trying to be helpful, actual just a cheerleader, Phil was disgusting, doesn’t know if Phil even knew what he was saying (of course he did).

34:38 Didn’t know uni vid was trending

34:52 Reflection (I think that’s the piano nook)

35:00 Weird because of swearing, someone at YT didn’t watch the vid, “Ah, keep doing that, don’t watch my videos, just know that I’m a good person…”

35:25 “I make great friendly content.” (grimace #3)

35:30 Explains why trending isn’t automatic. Yes, think of the children.

36:05 “But hey, I’m not bad, everything’s fine”.

36:45 “People of all genders do and don’t wear makeup”.

37:10 (I’m pretty sure that the no candles with birds is because of the fumes.)

37:25 What is with the nose touching when confirming Spooky Week? “Next video (nose touch) soon, don’t worry”…?

38:28 “Fans of everything are annoying, that’s just what happens when people are enthusiastic about stuff.”

39:19 Dan doesn’t get annoyed by different fandoms. Says more about the people being annoyed, part of their own insecurity, their lack of community, togetherness, celebration, shared experiences, jealous or sad, or maybe everyone just everyone’s annoying.

39:56 Dream Daddy: so dangerous saying Dilddy. Dan likes Damien, great taste, immaculate presentation, probably not Dilddy’s romantic soulmate.

40:31 Dan is in like ten fandoms (makes a face).

40:45 Chat: “Will Phil become a furry, what’s your fursona?” Dan: “Is it time to go?”

40:55 Has never thought about it, promises he’ll get on it soon, he knows what the internet wants from him.

41:31 Chat full of fursona suggestions. He’s going to start crying.

41:52 “A llama fucking hell.” “Look at the time.”

42:01 Going to go into a (not disturbing) hole later looking into axoltl fur suits.

42:24 Elf on a shelf meme, was going to post a Dan one, “old meme!” (Still don’t need to be up in your face Daniel.)

43:27 Really wants to go see IT, needs to see Mother.

44:04 Shut up! American Horror Story, makes him happy. Loves Sarah Paulson (is his life), feels represented by a lesbian with anxiety. Evan Peters is great, looks gross, or great depending.

45:25 His fursona should be a big bear, I agree. What a reaction.

45:46 Left comb on holiday, looks like a bush.

46:13 (grimace #4 at group chat names.)

46:20 “What is wrong with all of you?”

46:22 Glosses over diet ask. Indeed.

46:26 “Don’t call me Uncle Dan when we’re talking about fursonas.”

46:36 “If you live in Australia vote for marriage equality, we don’t need to have this conversation.” “Come on, come on Australia, sort your shit out.”

47:03 Going to “innocently Google things that are fine”.

47:22 “Me and Phil would love to come to Russia”.

47:27 Limitations of TATINOF.

47:44 Watch uni vid: “Don’t take it too seriously. Remember that most of the time I’m just trying to be funny, and if you ever want like my real feelings or opinions, just think about whatever the opposite of what I’m saying is, and that’s usually how to get to the sincere heart of whatever Dan’s talking about.”

48:13 “Stay calm, ask some senpais for some life advice and think carefully about what your fursona should be.”

#phan #dan liveshow #dan and phil #dan livestream #dnp timestamps

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straight-outta-hobbiton · 7 years ago

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Personal Theory on the Toxicity of tumblr

I find it interesting that you can sort of pinpoint what event made tumblr as toxic as it is.

I mean, when I joined, the big divide of tumblr was fandom vs hipsters, and most people didn’t really give a shit either way. Yeah, there was stuff happening within individual fandoms, but the sort of angry cynicism and callouts didn’t really get the same kind of traction they do now. Social justice warriors weren’t nearly so big a group, and the ones that did exist tended towards posts that were gentler and more realistic. “Just a reminder using a person’s dead name only when they’re not in the room is just as shitty” or “Bisexuals are real” kind of stuff was pretty much all that would end up on your blog, and when there was a crazy social justice warrior type talking out of their ass it was just understood that you wouldn’t reblog. We still had the issue of anons that sent things like “kill urself” or something, and that was shitty, but on the whole, tumblr was a chill place where people reblogged aesthetic hipster pics and posts about how Supernatural had a gif for everything.

Then, Ferguson happened.

Ferguson was watched by everyone, whether you were a thirteen year-old with a Superwholock blog (which at this point had already been on its last legs due to issues about representation), a hipster with a polaroid sunflower fetish, or an anime RP blog, you were watching the news coming out of Ferguson and reblogging photos and videos and links to news sites. When previously the only issues we truly tackled were arguably lesser issues about female doctors (surprise!) or Sherlock hiatus, this was a serious, honest to God tragedy in the real world that affected (at least emotionally) a lot of people on the site. It brought up a lot of things that were never previously discussed— at least, not by the majority. The subject of police brutality was not a common topic of discussion before that point, and while we’d seen other Bad Things™ happen (Chilean miners come to mind, along with a vague memory about earthquakes and nuclear meltdowns), nothing had affected tumblr so strongly. There’s riots and shit’s on fire and suddenly life offline became very real to the American tumblr community. Ferguson brought to light a lot of things that generally wasn’t talked about on tumblr, because tumblr was not the place for it.

So it’s a thing. Suddenly that Superwholock thirteen year-old is reblogging tips on what to do when arrested and the hipster’s donating money to a gofundme to ensure the protesters have lawyers. Even the people who aren’t attempting to take action are keeping an eye on things, reblogging information and photographs talking about law and what it’s willing to do for the people it’s meant to protect. Everyone’s waiting with baited breath to see if the officer who shot an unarmed black kid is going to be punished or if he’s going to get away with it. People who knew the law and its faults (black American tumblr) were already telling the rest of us he’d get away with it, and while a lot of us probably agreed, we all hoped they’d be wrong, that the law would do what it’s supposed to and punish a murderer.

But then it didn’t.

The ruling on the Ferguson case was an injustice in action, and we watched it all happen. Then came the Eric Garner. Trayvon Martin was brought back into the spotlight, along with countless other unnecessary deaths that the police had done nothing to rectify or even apologize for. Injustic after injustice quickly soured the previously lighthearted tone of the website, because to be unaware was to be stupid and to be quiet was to be proven complicit. Slowly, as the injustices and flaws and realities piled up, the tumblr community became cynical, cruel, and wretched. Within the black tumblr community, this was an opportunity to begin pushing for change, suddenly able to talk about their realities in modern America openly. Other minorities also took the opportunity to talk about their own struggles. White Americans jump in too, either out of an earnest desire to help progress or a desperate attempt to seem trendy.

That’s all well and good, but the fact is, tumblr is a place for hyperbole and dramatics. Tumblr is where a picture of Dean Winchester went around for half a decade because someone had figured out the mathematical equation for the curve of his ass. This is a place where fandoms were posting “Potterheads, grab your wands!” in response to trolls telling them their fandom sucked. That mentality mixed with real-world issues and a predominantly inexperienced group of kids, you get everything pushed beyond what otherwise could have been a reasonable response. Now, we have fucking adults going after twelve year-olds who only watch the news when their parents come home and steal the remote and are just doing their best to fit in, as twelve year-olds do.

Tumblr now is full of variations of blogs claiming social justice for everything, whether it be something reasonable (gay rights, trans rights, the Dakota Access Pipeline) or something completely bullshit (the pro-pedophilia blogs). The entire format of how we interact with each other has changed, because rather than a bunch of nerds “squeeing” about Doctor Who’s newest regeneration being a woman, instead we’re getting people who think it’s acceptable to tear down kids because of their opinions on a television show where the villains are literal trashcans. And we can’t even blame them, because the entire interaction of this entire website for the last two-three years has revolved around tearing down the opinions of racists, anti-feminists, and pedophiles! Their entire experience on tumblr is about destroying people they disagree with rather than finding people who share common interests and enjoying whatever it is they have in common as a community! And yeah, those people still exist— the Potterheads and the Trekkies will never die— but they’re a minority, now, rather than half the goddamn site, and even as they are they can’t help but be affected by the anger that’s infected the majority.

To me, this is an interesting look of how a community can be ruined by injustice. We all saw what happened, we all saw our ideals of law and order fail in the face of systematic oppression, racism, and plain old bullshit, and thus lost the innocence that inherently surrounded fandom. Fandom is essentially collective daydreaming about fictional worlds and the people in them— it’s all bullshit. And that was ripped away from us because our goddamn court system is biased and shitty.

TL;DR: The way Ferguson was handled paved the way for all the toxicity of this site to take hold.

#tumblr politics #tumblr toxicity #toxic #ferguson #fandom #ye olden dayes #correct me if you think I'm wrong

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lhugbereth · 7 years ago

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LEXX AU Teaser - Ignoct version

Here’s a little drabble from the Lexx AU I’m working on, as requested by @achryathesecond ;D This won’t necessarily fit into the main plot in any way, but I’m trying to develop the characters a little before I get too involved in the storyline itself.

A bit of background for the majority of you who have never seen the old scifi show called LEXX;

- Noctis is taken from the sorta main character Stanley Tweedle, a pretty worthless security guard who accidentally inherits the key to the Lexx (Rexx) and becomes an unwitting captain.

- Prompto is Zev, a prisoner sentenced to be turned into a love slave, but who only received the physical half of the transformation. Is generally badass and totally in love with the dead guy.

- Gladio is Kai, aka the Dead Guy. He’s an ancient warrior who was killed by the evil overlord, but his body was preserved (for gloating purposes) using protoblood. He’s alive enough to fight and steal the love slave’s heart, but too dead to get it up for the sexy times. Cue obscene amounts of pining.

- Ignis is 790 (renamed IG-N.15 or just “Iggy” in this AU) He’s an android whose head was accidentally separated from his body when Noct was trying to escape the Niff Cluster. His head ended up receiving the latter half of Prompto’s love slave programming, which rewired his circuits to make him extremely flirtatious and unusually “human” in his interactions.

Anyway, you should totally go watch the show, but also enjoy this little bit of IgNoct teaser, too :D Thanks !!

(R.I.P. formatting. Fucking Tumblr)

They were lost. Noctis finally had to admit to it after Prompto, for at least the hundredth time, asked if they were there yet.

“No,” he’d answered with as much patience as he could muster (which wasn’t much).

“Okay, but, like, soon. Right?”

“I don’t know!”

“Wait, you don’t?” Crossing his slender arms over his very exposed chest, the blond went so far as to quirk an eyebrow at him. “You don’t know when we’ll get there? Or you don’t know if we’ll get there?”

The corner of Noct’s mouth twitched and he stared out at the empty blackness of the front panels as if he could will the answer before his eyes. “I...don’t know.”

Prompto’s glare spoke volumes. “You,” he said, transferring his hands to his slightly-more-decently-clad hips. “Are supposed to be the captain of this stupid ship.”

“Uh, yeah, but it’s not like I have a map of the whole universe inside my head. That’s the Rexx’s job, and someone went and broke its navigation port!”

Blue eyes narrowed. “That was an accident. Gladio didn’t mean to hurt the ship.”

“Of course not.” This time, the dripping cynicism came from Noctis’ left, where IG-N.15’s head rested on the dash of the control panel. The flickering green of his eyes rolled in an exaggerated circle. “Anyone could mistake the brain of a living ship for a shadow demon and put their too-large-not-to-be-compensating-for-something sword right through the middle of it. Certainly, happens all the time.”

Prompto narrowed his eyes to deadly slits. “He is not compensating.”

“Like you would know,” came Noct’s tactless retort -- which sent the blond half-raging, half-crying out of the bridge and (most likely) down to the cryochambers to pine over his dead boyfriend.

IG-N.15’s perfect lips curved into a smile. “To be honest, I for one am completely convinced it was an accident.”

Noctis hopped down from the captain’s post and strode over to the dash and the android on top of it. With only minimal manhandling, he shifted IG-N.15 into his arms and settled down on the floor with his head in his lap. “I think you own Prom an apology for that one, then,” he grinned, meeting that brilliant, calculating gaze. “That was a dick move.”

“If only I had one of those,” the android sighed. “The things I would do to that tight, perky little ass if I could.”

“Iggy!” Noct tried hard not to laugh, failed, and ended up bright red somewhere between gasping for air and the image that had immediately conjured up in his mind. “It’s an expression -- ex-pre-ssion. It means you hurt his feelings.”

“Oh.” IG-N.15 went silent for a moment, his face still as he considered Noct’s words. “Do I hurt the feelings of others often?”

“No. I mean, not really.” The young captain’s deep blue eyes faltered for a moment as he thought back. “I guess...not anymore than the rest of us. You just use bigger words to do it.”

“Noctis?”

At the sound of his name on Iggy’s lips -- in that voice programmed to simultaneously command armies and melt entire packs of butter -- Noct swallowed. “What?”

“I’ve never hurt you, have I?”

“...Plenty of times,” he smiled, and brushed his thumb over the soft, silicon flesh of the android’s cheek. “But I still like you.”

“Hmm.” There was something there, something in the pitch of his voice that told Noct if his synthetic skin could blush, it would be a bright pink in that moment. Iggy’s mouth glitched once, twice, the green of his eyes brightened as he turned them up to meet Noct’s own gaze. “I think I feel…flattered,” he explained. “What does that mean?”

Noctis couldn’t help but smile. Never in his life had he imagined androids could experience emotions in the same way as humans, and certainly not such a wide array of them. He knew, of course, that IG-N.15 was a special case, and that whatever recalibration process that turned Prompto into a raging ball of hormones with perfect thighs had also hacked into the android’s initial factory programming. Everything he learned, everything he felt, came out of the parts of his circuitry that had been inaccessible to the original model -- as if he’d been given the key to an unlimited databank of information. A whole new world of knowledge.

Which, Noct mused, meant that someone had bothered to program the IG-N series with emotional display prompts, entire verses of Shakespearean sonnets, and a very real sex drive.

All in all, the exact kind of robot Noctis himself had dreamed of building since he was old enough to fantasize about metal men.

“Noctis?” Iggy asked again. He was still looking up at the young captain expectantly, likely hoping for another lesson on the quirks of human emotions and how to properly emulate them. This time, however, Noct merely smiled and lifted Iggy’s head out of his lap until they were staring at each other at eye level.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I -- what?”

“Kiss. I want to kiss you. Just, go with it, okay?”

Noctis had never been good with real people. They always seemed to be looking past him, through him, never bothering to give him a chance to prove himself beyond the usual awkward first impressions. But not Iggy. Never Iggy. As he felt the cool touch of pink silicon against his own, warm lips, he knew in that moment that he’d been searching for what he needed in all the wrong places. The answer had been right in front of him -- in the form of a cybernetic humanoid robot head whose circuits had been criss-crossed in an accidental recalibration.

Certainly not how he’d imagined his life going, but, hey. Kissing Iggy felt right, and the android was proving himself a fast learner.

Which suddenly had Noct wondering what else he could do with that mouth of his.

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