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This is only true if you're one of those people who think that a DnD campaign where Orcs are the primary villain is some sort of coded message saying that being racist to black people is good, aka a fucking psychopath who is projecting their own bigotry onto fantasy media.
Literally the entire point of the Hearth's warming special with the Windigos and Zecora's introduction episode was "hey being racist is BAD!" Or more accurately mostly the first one since the second one is also a "Don't judge a book by its cover" aesop that also had smatterings of "racism is bad" with it thanks to Zecora being a Zebra. I can't fucking stand this notion of "If you ever had bigoted tendencies ever at all you're irredeemably evil and we will never, ever acknowledge the fact that you changed for the better."
That is some fucking Lily Orchard tier "Straight up lying about the show", there's like FOUR episodes out of Nine seasons!
I'll concede that the buffalo thing wasn't the best thought out idea, but you're talking about a tv show meant for seven year olds and the moral of the episode is "Learn to compromise", you are out of your goddamn mind if you think they're going to touch on things like the Trail of Tears, let alone do it in a fantasy world where you can just say that shit didn't happen.
I'm pretty sure the actual thing they said was "G5 being a distant sequel where the ponies are racist to each other like the Hearths Warming Origin episode completely undermines everything Twilight and co did through the show", but hey acknowledging that means you can't make the show look bad or the fandom look irrational for no reason, and God knows we can't have that!
Oh wow the main protagonists aren't perfect people, I thought that's what you fucking yahoos wanted.
Also didn't Yona give up trying to act like a pony and the ponies gave up on trying to make her act like one too?
Again, real "Orcs are totally black people you guys" vibes
Dragon culture was made up of Fratboy douchebags who tormented each other and other races for fun, to the point where they tried to get Spike to smash Phoenix eggs for shits and giggles. Another dragon straight up tried to KILL SPIKE just for entering his cave.
The Griffons were rude assholes who only cared about themselves and money.
My memory is hazy but I wouldn't blame anyone for not being super stoked about Yak culture since the most I remember of the Yaks outside of Yona is "Screaming loudly and breaking everything in sight."
And I swear to God if you use THE CHANGELINGS as an excuse to slander the ponies you are a complete goddamn idiot. Their first introduction on the show is them INVADING A CITY and attempting to harvest the population for love! Which is exactly what they did in their next appearance to Ponyville! Yes, Thorax exists! Yes, they all eventually did a face turn and Chrysalis left because she's a bitch! That's great! That's wonderful! But that doesn't change the fact that Thorax's whole challenge was proving to the ponies that he wanted to peacefully coexist! The ponies not trusting him were obviously in the wrong to do so, BUT THEY HAD GOOD FUCKING REASON TO NOT IMMEDIATELY TRUST HIM.
If you're going to give the mane six shit for thinking the Zebra they've never seen before who hangs out in THE DANGEROUS FOREST OF MAGICAL PLANTS AND ANIMALS THAT CAN KILL YOU could MAYBE be dangerous, but act like the Changelings did nothing wrong, you need to sort out your priorities!
The Seaponies/Hippogriffs were the only culture aside from maybe the Zebras (who we didn't see until the season 10 comics which I haven't read so idk) and I guess the Kirin (who had like one problem that one of their own already understood how to solve anyway) that you could say "nah they don't need to learn friendship from the ponies." And see the buffalo thing above for "These aren't missionaries you fucking morons, this is a little girl show about friendship."
Yeah! And the board were the ANTAGONISTS! The main villain of the season was the head of the Board's DAUGHTER who worked with the closest thing the show had to SATAN to try and sabotage it! Again, why the fuck are you guys acting like Calvinists?
They fucking didn't, you should know better than to blindly trust tumblr users on anything.
i'm gonna be honest i don't get why they say everypony instead of everybody in mlp. it's not like the word everybody is human-specific. the ponies have bodies. the word everypony, however, is pony-specific in a world where ponies are not the only people in their society, which means it would be more accurate and inclusive to use everybody instead of everypony. it all makes no sense to me
#Discourse#Disc horse#MLP#MLPFiM#MLP:FiM#My little pony#My little pony friendship is magic#My little Pony: Friendship is Magic#And it's not on this chain#but some other asshole said#'WoW i CaN sEe WhY rIgHtWiNgErS lIkEd tHe ShOw'#which#yeah man you nailed it totally#the show itself attracted them#it had absolutely nothing to do with a bunch of insane psychopaths like you#who wanted to be just#raging cunts#nonstop#to a group of dudes who did nothing but watch a show and form a fandom around it#and also do it under the justification of nonstop bullshit leftist jargon#about how men are all evil rapists and they're stealing a show from little girls like that's not the thing a schizo would say /s#Yeah no fucking wonder tumblr users made this post#13 years later and you people STILL FUCKING REFUSE TO ADMIT FAULT FOR ANYTHING#YOU DID THAT#*YOU* DROVE THE FANDOM RIGHT WING#THAT WAS LITERALLY *ALL YOU*#Because at the end of the day Leftists are nothing but hypocrites who are like if people took Fundamentalists seriously#long post
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Eyes Closed
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: Day 11: I've merged a lovely request from a lovely anon with the @taylorswiftmicrofic prompt for the 11th of January, which is 'prom'.
Fluff and gentle smut contained below.
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You were in bed. The darkness had crept into the room slowly, just like the silence. You turned on a light but it wasn’t enough for that kind of darkness.
You thought about her. You tried not to worry.
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‘I know, I know.’ Natasha called out as soon as she entered the room. Your mouth dropped as you stared in shock at her appearance. Blood stains coated her face and suit. You could barely see her skin beneath. Natasha stood at the foot of the bed with a nonplussed expression on her face.
‘I feel like Carrie at the prom.’ She yawned as she unzipped her blood-soaked suit to her waist, revealing her toned stomach and sports bra.
Natasha reached up to her hair then, ready to undo the end of her usual braid. She groaned as she remembered her more intricate hairstyle made up of several smaller braids.
‘Here, love.’ You slipped off the bed and walked to her. ‘Let me help.’
Natasha tilted forward, her head pressing tiredly against your shoulder as you worked to undo each braid. You tried not to hesitate as you worked around the hair matted with even more blood.
When you were done, you resisted the instinct to kiss her.
‘This might be your most disgusting post-mission look.’ You said wrinkling your nose at the pervasive smell of the dried blood.
Natasha gave you a sarcastic thumbs up as she headed to the ensuite bathroom.
‘Guess you won’t be joining me.’ She commented dryly as the shower began to run.
‘It’s so hard to say no.’ You grinned, grabbing your phone and keys and heading out of the room. ‘I’ll bring you back sustenance.’ You promised as you left.
You returned soon enough, a peanut butter jelly sandwich in one hand. You’d cut the crusts off. Natasha didn’t actually care about the crusts. That wasn’t why you did it.
You knocked the door as you entered. Natasha was lying on her stomach, sprawled out on the bed, wrapped in a fluffy white robe that she’d stolen a million years ago from a fancy hotel. It was tied loosely, already half off one shoulder. You could tell she was naked underneath. Her long red hair was damp, combed through and already curling at the ends.
She turned at the sound of the door. Her attention immediately fell to the plate in your hands.
She made a happy noise, muffled by her pillow as she rolled over onto her back. She shuffled to a seated position in the bed.
‘Give.’ She demanded teasingly as you held out the plate.
Natasha noticed the missing crusts. Her delight was easy to see. She covered her face and gave a laugh.
‘I’m special.’ She teased.
‘Yep.’ You agreed simply and sat down next to her, your arm automatically snaking around her waist.
Natasha leaned against you like you were her support pole. She chewed slowly on the sandwich, her eyes closed with the first bite and she nodded happily to herself.
‘Good?’ You checked teasingly.
Wordlessly, she gave you another thumbs up.
When the sandwich was done, Natasha fell backwards onto the bed. With great effort she moved back to her starfish position across the centre of it.
You felt yourself finally approaching the moment. The time for acknowledge what she was obviously avoiding.
The energy had been too light since she got back. It had been a bad mission.
‘I’m so tired.’ Natasha mumbled finally against her pillow.
You crawled over to lie beside her. You brushed her damp hair away from her face.
‘What kind of tired?’ You prompted gently. Natasha’s eyes screwed tight against your gaze.
‘A lot of people died.’ She murmured at last. ‘I didn’t know what to do.’
She opened her eyes again and met you with a heavy stare. You recognised the swirling regret and thought inexplicably about ocean waves crashing over rocks.
‘I should’ve-’ Her voice cracked.
The rush of love was overwhelming and you leaned forward with the sudden, aching, urgent want to kiss her.
Natasha clung to your lips needily, her fingertips brushed your jaw.
Her lips were cracked and the sensation brought you back to yourself. You cupped her cheek gently as you slowly encouraged Natasha back to a sitting position.
‘You’re thirsty.’ You hummed out as Natasha’s lips continued to brush yours over and over again.
Natasha’s eyes briefly squeezed shut again and then she nodded.
You left the bed to retrieve her water bottle on the other side of the room. Natasha unscrewed the top and wordlessly drank it all.
Your stomach twisted as you watched her.
It could be a symptom, sometimes, of the bad missions. Not giving herself what she needed. Punishing herself for things that weren’t her fault.
Natasha put the empty water bottle back on the nightstand. She turned back to you with the same hidden sadness in her eyes. Still, she gave you a small smile.
You reached forward again with a surge of the same want. You left a trail of the softest kisses along on her neck. You could smell the familiar mix of her body wash and that scent that was only Natasha.
Natasha hummed with pleasure. You felt her body rise and fall as her breathing evened out into slow, deep breaths. You tugged the white robe gently away from her shoulder, and then again, until you’d removed it all the way.
Natasha acquiesced readily to the direction of your touch. There was a relief almost in the way she was naked next to you. As if the pretence could leave her.
She arched her back dramatically and you watched the muscles move and stretch. Then, she returned her body easily to its most comfortable bad posture.
Natasha looked at you again and, this time, her gaze was easier and her smile was warm.
A longing caught itself in your throat.
Hesitantly, you touched the old scar that sat between her shoulders. Evidence of another mission survived, another risk taken.
You pressed a little harder and Natasha moaned in response to the pressure on the fatigued muscle just beneath the skin.
You adjusted yourself back on the bed, propping yourself up on your knees. You kissed the base of her neck as your thumbs began to rub concentric circles over her shoulder blades.
Natasha murmured your name. Her back arched again in pleasure.
‘You are brave.’ You told her, consumed with the constant need to take away her pain.
You kissed her again, trailing a path down the curve of her spine.
‘You are strong.’ You murmured, your mouth grazing past another nameless scar.
You felt the rise and fall of Natasha’s chest against your lips. The steady proof of her existence; all you could hope for.
‘You are trying your best.’
Your thumbs brushed lightly over the large, fresh bruise that sat under Natasha’s ribcage. Natasha stiffened.
You ran your hands soothingly back up to her shoulders and then around to cup her soft breasts.
‘And, you are always, always forgiven.’
You felt Natasha’s limbs loosen unthinkingly with your words and then, slowly, you felt her muscles tighten again with a different want.
Natasha murmured your name again. And then again. You listened to the longing soaked into her voice.
You squeezed her breasts slowly before moving around to stand in the space in front of her seated position on the bed.
You reached over and took a pillow from the bed. You held it to the back of Natasha’s head and gave her a teasing smile as you pressed her gently in encouragement to lie back.
Natasha’s fingers caught the front of your shirt automatically as she let her torso go flat against the mattress.
Her feet were still touching the ground. You watched her hip bones cant upwards towards the air in this new position.
You lost yourself briefly in the act of just looking down at her. At the softness and sharpness that made Natasha's body the only one that you craved.
Natasha’s eyes were half-shuttered as she watched you too. Her smile was easy but you caught the swirling of a thousand emotions that sat beneath her stare.
It was enough for you to drop to your knees.
You spread her legs slowly and slid between them. The steady warmth of her was your favourite heat.
Another anchor that promised you she was here.
You stretched out your arms, letting your fingernails brush back and forth along her toned stomach. You didn’t waste any more time.
Slowly you ran your flat tongue along her pussy. There was the familiar tang of her body wash and the taste that could only be Natasha.
Natasha groaned above you. You felt her stomach muscles tighten under your fingers and knew that she was already close.
You moved on instinct, your eyes closed as you lost yourself in the sounds of her hums and sighs. The heat of her against your tongue spread through you. You let your tongue arc and flatten, finding the rhythms that caused her breathless moans.
You felt her tensing. Felt the pleasure inside her become a desperate need. You used your hands to keep a steady pressure against the urgent movement of her hips.
Natasha gave a strangled cry and in the midst of it you heard your name. You pressed again and again with your tongue. You felt her body wind itself tighter and tighter and then undo itself all at once.
You tasted the dripping want and heard the soft pants of something achieved.
You gave one last lick along her pussy.
‘Good?’ You murmured, as you moved back to survey Natasha.
Natasha didn’t move or speak. Slowly, as if with great effort, she gave you a silent thumbs up.
You breathed a laugh, kissed her one more time and got to your feet.
You headed to the bathroom, grabbing a flannel and running it under the warm water. You returned and gently washed between her legs.
Natasha’s eyes were fully shut now.
You leaned forward and Natasha moaned in automatic pleasure at the sudden heat of your body against her bare one.
‘Bed, love.’ You whispered, pulling the covers back and coaxing her gently.
Natasha acquiesced and you watched her crawl beneath the warm covers.
You left and got yourself ready for bed too.
Just as you were about to slide under the covers, you heard the first snuffling noises of Natasha pressing herself comfortably into her pillow.
A moment later, you clicked off the light on your nightstand.
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You turned to face her. Natasha’s face was framed by her own messy curls. You thought about her. About the sadness that you could always see unless her eyes were closed. You tried not to worry.
Natasha snored suddenly and the sound was another steady proof that she was here. You closed your eyes and finally slept.
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Requests are still very welcome for future January fics. More info in the pinned post if you're interested in requesting. <3
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#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanov x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanov x you#natasha romanoff smut
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Mrs. "Wayne"
Part 2
Content warning: Swears, Arranged Marriage, murder (Not by Bruce because he doesn't kill), threats
This chapter is a bit shorter than the last but I think this is a sweet ended to this story. (For now... If I think of something to add to it I'll make a proper finale).
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You awoke with a bag over your eyes, a rope around your wrists, and a killer headache.
Bruce ripped the bag off your head. “You’re lucky I have a no kill policy. But trust me when I say that if you’re going to wish I did.”
“Scary.” You mocked in a smooth and dull voice. “Does that work on all the drug addicted mental patients in spirit halloween costumes that you beat up?”
He grabbed your chin and pulled you forward a bit. “Don’t play with me, little girl.”
“Don’t call me little girl, old man. What do you want?” You asked boredly.
He glared at you. “I should be the one asking that.” He spat.
You looked at him anammused and unenthusiastically said, “I’d like to be let out of the chair.” He tips the chair back slightly over the edge of this cliff in the cave. “Okay! Okay! I want the divorce to be quiet! I won’t take a small settlement! In fact I won’t ask for any money or assets! I-! Um… I want a pony? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY!!” You started to panic. There were a lot of things you could do, but surviving a 10-20 foot drop into a moat, while being tied up was not one of them.
He tips the chair back onto solid ground and grabs both of her shoulders. “You want a pony in exchange for your silence about the bat cave and my family?”
“Oh that’s what this is about?” The fear on your face dissipated. “I don’t really care about this.”
Bruce took a step back in shock. “What?”
“Yeah. This place is honestly amazing and I’m actually very impressed at what you do.” Your voice was genuine as you looked up at him.
He seemed skeptical. “You are?”
You smiled slightly. “Well, yeah! You fight 2 meta-humans, a bunch of psycho clown gymnasts, two guys in super suits, and just a bunch of other freaks every other week! Are you some kind of immortal being or something?” You geeked out a bit.
He looked at you surprised. “You know a lot about me.”
“Well, in retrospect, no offense but it’s kind of sad… and pathetic.” She looked at him sympathetically
He scoffs. “How?”
“You spent 14 years training to avenge your parents murder and you didn’t think to see a therapist?”
“Point taken.” He started to untie You. “So you promise you won’t tell anyone?”
“Yeah. I’m not about to get dragged into this! Regardless of the truth behind our relationship, bad guys are going to come for me if I start blabbing about you guys. Not only that but the cops are going to hall me off to jail too if you get caught for vigilantism.”
“Oh… I didn’t think of that. I’m sorry…” He sits down on the cliffside with his head in his hands. “This whole thing has been a disaster.”
You sat down next to him. “Bruce?” You looked over curiously.
“Yeah?” He muttered.
You hesitated. “Why did you marry me?” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
“Kid flash made a joke about my irresponsible love life and I guess I took it to heart.” He confessed somberly.
You patted his shoulder comfortingly. “All teenagers suck. It’s just growing pains.”
“I don’t like being bullied by an 8th grader.” He looked over in what you want to describe as a pout but that can’t be right. This is batman! Batman doesn’t pout! He broods!
“Imagine how Damian is going to be at that age.” You giggled. He growled and looked away. Oh my goodness. Batman was pouting. You burst out in laughter. “You are too special, Bruce.” You gave him a quick side hug and pulled yourself up. “Come on. Let’s go order take out and laugh at how stupid Villains are.”
He smiled at you slightly and pulled himself up as well. “Yeah… They are pretty stupid.”
“I mean it took me two months to find this place when they haven't come close in 2 decades!” She laughed and took his arm in hers.
“Well Condiment king found this place a decade ago. But no one’s heard from him since so the villains stopped trying.” Bruce smirked.
You looked up at him worriedly. “I thought you didn’t kill.”
“I don’t, but my ex-special forces of a butler does.” He closes up the door to the batcave.
“...oh…”
He kissed your forehead and ushered you out of the library. “Nothing you need to worry about. Now let’s go order some takeout!”
You two ordered some Chinese food and lounged on the couch watching whatever was popular on Wayneflix. Bruce ordered shrimp fried rice and egg rolls while you just got a little of whatever caught your eye.
You pulled a throw blanket over you both and ate straight from the take out containers. It was weird being so close to him.
“I thought you didn’t like me touching you.” He reminded you of what you’d said less than a few hours ago. Seems like he noticed it too.
You shrugged. “I don’t like you feeling me up but I don’t mind cuddling. I suppose I should get used to it considering the fact that you’re probably going to keep me under lock and key for the rest of my life.” You shuffled closer to him.
He was silent for a moment before he spoke in a reassuring tone: “It’s not forever. Just a little while. I need to be sure you don’t plan on running off to the alps of Switzerland or something.”
You rolled your eyes. “No! Don’t be ridiculous! …Still can’t believe that the world hasn’t figured out you’re Batman yet. It’s so obvious in retrospect! Is that just my hindsight bias showing?”
“Maybe. Or maybe it’s the fact that a few tabloids are still floating around the idea that Batman is some kryptonian pet that Superman brought with him that gained a high level of intelligence.” Bruce practically shovelled his portion of food down his throat.
“Pace yourself!” You scolded him. “And there’s no way anyone actually believes that.”
“Yeah well there’s also no concrete proof that links me to my alter ego.” Bruce pointed out in a playful tone.
“Yeah but… people don’t even float around the idea you're his sugar daddy-” You were interrupted by a certain tween.
“Father! Todd has informed me that he will be over shortly- Are you two cuddling?” Damian sounded repulsed by the idea.
You looked up at him. “Hey terror tot.” You greeted, flatly.
“Damian, I saved half my shrimp fried rice for you.” Bruce offered rather uncharacteristically warmly.
Damian turned away in a pout. “No thank you father. I hope you and your mistress have fun on your date.”
You interjected. “Firstly, super not the mistress. Secondly, it’s not like a date date so you can join us if you want. Thirdly, growing nestlings need to eat to build strength.”
Damian froze as Bruce sighed and rolled his eyes. “What did you just call me?” Damian's voice was mostly steady but there was undeniably a hint of fear.
“Damian, she knows about the bat cave.” Bruce calmed the boy.
“YOU SHOWED HER THE BAT CAVE!!” Damian screamed in shock and fury.
“Damian, compose yourself!” Bruce stood up. The two stared each other down from opposite sides of the couch.
“So are we abandoning movie night?” Your question went unanswered as Damian started ripping into Bruce about how irresponsible it was for him to show it off to “Impress her” (his words); and how hypocritical he was.
Bruce finally grabbed Damian’s shoulders and got him to quiet down. “She found the batcave.”
“A likely story.” Damian crossed his arms and grimaced at you.
“History of taxes, fifth shelf from the bottom, middle-right to the left of the big bay window in the library, dewey decimal number 336.20.”
“It took you two months to find the bat cave?” Damian raised an eyebrow at you.
You looked back at him. “In all honesty I just wanted to read something you guys hadn’t. Some books might be boring but it’s better to actually read the books to you rather than flaunt them, like some wannabe Jay Gatsby.”
Damian stood there in shock. “You’ve read The Great Gatsby?”
You scoffed. “Everyone had to read The Great Gatsby. I had a terrible teacher that basically told us Daisy was the victim throughout the Novel. Which I would understand if she was drawing that conclusion from synchronizing her with Fitzgerald’s actual wife Zelda but she wasn’t.” You paused the movie for a second. “The Great Gatsby is a weird novel when you actually understand the story of the people behind it. Fitzgerald is Gatsby and Zelda is Daisy. However the entire book portrays their relationship as a fantasy. Gatsby grows to regret it. He lusts for her beauty and wealth while Daisy almost comes off as superficial. The rich stay rich and the poor men who try to make a name for themselves are naive fools. It really paints a bad light on how he viewed his own wife.”
The two men looked at you in utter shock. “What’s hilariously sad is the fact that Fitzgerald based a lot of what he wrote around Zelda’s diary entries. Daisy is horribly depressed in her marriage, and she hates her husband. You’d think that Fitzgerald would realize how much his wife despised him and how unhappy he made her but he seemed oblivious to that fact.” You grabbed the container of shrimp fried rice and handed it to Damian. “So if you’ll excuse us, I'd like to get back to bonding with my husband so we don’t end up like Zelda and her vile husband.” You pulled Bruce back onto the couch and gave him what you had left of your take out.
“You don’t have to-” Bruce tried to protest and give you back your food.
“I assume you’ll be out late. You’ll need energy if you’re going to be staying out till dawn.”
“I just want to take a nap…” He mumbled and held you close like a child holding a plushie.”
You fixed the blanket over you both again and got comfy in his arms. “Get some rest Bruce. You need it.”
#batman comics#batman#bruce wayne#batfamily#alfred pennyworth#batman detective comics#detective comics#batman and robin#batfam#bat family#bat boys#dc bruce wayne#bruce#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x you#bruce wayne x y/n#bruce wayne dc#dc bruce wayne x reader#dc batfam#dc batman#dc robin#dcu#dc#platonic damian wayne#damian wayne#platonic relationships#arranged marriage
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deep diving into the angel hierarchy of heaven's secret:
disclaimers: a) most of what i'm writing here are my own thoughts and theories; b) i'm not yet caught up with the abh january update, so if there is anything missing from there i'll add it later on
in the original duology we never got much information about how the angels hierarchy work in this universe and only knew a few names, however we did get the full picture in hsr and the order goes: seraphims > cherubs > thrones > supremacy > authority > beginning > archangels > angels
so far into the hs we've only met representatives of 3 of these 'classes' (aside from regular angels ofc) and i put one for each here:
(moreover, keep in mind these rankings are not exclusively set by birth, as we've seen rebecca climbing from the very bottom to the very top)
now it differs a bit from most of the christianity angel rankings, in which supremacy and beginning don't exist, no alternate names that i found had these names but i don't think it matters. in this context they would be replaced by dominions and principalities, respectively. still going by these, there's an omission of virtues but they do what they gotta do (or maybe they belong to that empty spot in the middle)
going back to heaven's secret, the only visible difference between angels of different spheres is that those of the first sphere have yellow/golden wings, whereas everyone else has common white/fair wings. a good example is fencio, who lost his throne status and therefore - the colour of his wings as well
i also don't think they would've shown us the full ranking if it wasn't gonna be explored more, after all we went years without it with no issues. and it was only the angel's that was revealed, not the demons' as well
from the new characters we only know of mikael's ranking so far - archangel. which tbf makes it a bit hard to guess everyone else but here are some theories:
possible spoilers for the january update
raphael: although he is not mikael's blood brother he could still also be an archangel. throughout the book we see he has a special connection to heaven and formidable power - he could be a regular angel with unusual abilities. i don't think he is higher ranking than mikael since he is his 'subordinate'
somnus/furius: higher ranking than mikael. i haven't seen the wings to put them amongst the actual big shots but if i had to guess i'd put them in the second sphere - they have enough power to be an archangel's superior but if they had actual power they'd be busy ruling heaven and not supervising earthly matters
anhea: regular angel. she has said it herself she fought the war against the mother of life on the outskirts while the big names were in the frontlines
cain: everything about him is a mystery ngl. if we are to believe pileon's words about him going against his own family, the type of power he possesses, the easy superiority in fights/energy/strength against other immortals - i would say he is in the very least an archangel. the recent confirmation that his family is indeed dead (and he was very very likely responsible) made me think he either got a lenient punishment (which wouldn't happen if he wasn't 'important') or he got a punishment similar to fencio's and lost his original ranking. or maybe he's just old idk
#romance club#i read the bible for this#ps on cain: 6 wings are associated with seraphs although this hasn't been used in hs#just food for thought#rc hs 2#rc heaven's secret#rc hsr#rc abh#theories
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Quick Thank You From Val
Shout out to all the MC and OC friends that Val made in 2024!!! 📢✨
When I became active in the fandom around July/August of last year, I didn't expect that my little sassy but sweet kid would make so many friends.
So here's a quick thank you and shout out to all of you from Val ❤️🔥
🌟 @ravenwind-75: shout out to the lovely and chaotic jo 💜! you're one of the first mcs that val gets to interact with and she's thankful that you two are now friends and even in the hcu together! 💪🏻
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🌟 @acslytherpuff : shout out to the baddie ✨cassie luna✨ aka val's human moon best friend 🌙 and soul sister 🤍 cassie def has a special place in val's heart and will protect and support her no matter what! 🫂p.s. shout out to alvin and alex as well!!!✨
🌟 @espressoristretto-patronum: shout out to the kind but fierce tori! ☀️ not only that tori and val are both grumpy without coffee in their system 😆☕ but val also looks up to tori for always being so kind, funny, and overall positive and light energy to be around!✨
🌟 @ps-cactus: shout out to nomnombelyn alyn! 🩵 aka val's first adopted introvert here! 😆🫶🏻 val says that she loves alyn very much and is thankful that they became friends! 🥺🫂 now she'll def spoil her with chocolates 🍫 and books 📚!!!
🌟 @diana-bluewolf: shout out to (grumpy but lovable) chris! 🐺💚 another introvert that val adopted 😆 who knew asking someone for snacks could be the start of a friendship 😌🍬 val says thank you to chris for tolerating her and letting her hang out with him 😆🫂 oh! and for offering different points of view and a calming presence✨
🌟 @fulminare-within-her-soul: shout out to euphie! 🐉💙 a total badass and academic weapon✨ euphie and eleazar are always fun to hang out with and there's always something new and intriguing with you guys! 🤩 i guess opposites do attract 🤝
🌟 @syrooo: shout out to renn! 🔥 aka val's long lost sibling or version of her in a different universe 🤔❤️🔥 the lore is still in the kitchen and cooking 😁 there's not much interaction yet but i'm already excited for these two!!! 🔥🔥🔥
🌟 @myokk: shout out to the best cousins ever, eloise and leo!!! 💚family gatherings are waaaay better when there's eloise and leo! val is sending many hugs and love to these two 🫂🫂🫂
🌟 @ozunafieldguide: shout out to this enigmatic cutie, lo! 💙 very interesting and deep, a few traits that val admires about lo 🤭 i hope these two get more interaction soon and val would love to braid lo's hair✨
🌟 @leaping-toadstool-caps: shout out to this big babie, jaimsen!! 💛 a big foodie like val and she appreciates his sunshine personality so much!! ☀️ shout out to florence as well!! ngl but he and val could be besties, too! 🤭🩵
🌟 @girl-named-matty: shout out to this beautiful specimen, callan!aka val's s/o in the hcu and her first oc x oc ship!! ❤️🔥 val is always in awe of him but she won't admit it 😆🫶🏻 shout out as well to the amazing matty ♥️ cutie theo 💛 and helena (mother) 🥵🔥
🌟 @theladyofshalott1989: shout out to the very patient, damien! 💙 another foodie like jaimsen and val! she admires damien's patience and his fun personality! always a fun guy to be around✨
🌟 @accio-bagel: shout out to the hottest lovable rogue, ellie! 💚✨ aka val's biggest girl crush and fAvOrItE rOoMaTe 🤨 val went from adoring her from afar to now being homies with ellie 🤭 and she's more than grateful to have her around!! ❤️🔥
🌟 @freddiestheproblemchild: shout out to roan!! 💚✨ this isn't really from val but from ale 😆 he wants to thank roan for having more adopted siblings and he says he'll continue to be a good brother to them!!! 🫂❤️🔥 p.s. shout out to freddie, the croft triplets, and lucinda!✨
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more shout out to all the mcs that val interacted with last year! 📣
🔥 @alibasnur: to chen from the hogwarts food club! ♥️✨
🔥 @ask-felix-aberg: to this lovely and kind lad, felix, that val respects bc of his kindness and warm presence! 🫂🩵
🔥 @rypnami: to auri, phillip, and elsie! their interaction may be short but val is sending them all some warm hugs!!! 🫂🫂🫂
🔥 @thursdaymoonrise11: to the very fab phoebe!! 🩵✨ val would certainly try to hang out more with phoebe this year cuz she loves her overall vibes!!! 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻
🔥 @starry-slithers: to the cutie cariad! these two need more interaction but val certainly adores her! ❤️🔥
🔥 @theravenchild: to the very lovely hellendil! 🩵✨ he and val don't have any official interaction yet, but she'd love to have a tea party with him sometime! 🍵✨
🔥 @pikadrawsthings: to these bunch of lovable af traumatized children, elijah, lilith, raymond, and weiss!!! 💛💚♥️💙 val is very excited to get to know them more and have more interactions with every one of them! 🤩 (don't worry, i'm cooking their interaction 🫡 just really slow 🫠) sending love to all of these cuties!!! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
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there are more mcs that val adores but has no interaction yet 😅 but dw! she'll make her first move at some point this year! 🫡
so watch out 😏✨
again, thank you to all and sending love and support to each and every one of you! ❤️🔥
— val
#finally i'm back babyyyyy#the holidays and all that socialization drained my extrovert battery smh 🤣#now... it's catching up time!✨#i was also overwhelmed by the amount of greetings i got but also very thankful for all the love and support 🥺❤️🔥#sending love and support to everyone!!! 🫂❤️🔥#casper yaps#val and friends#valentine black#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy mc
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red amaryllis — s. reid
this is a rewrite of a very old draft, like 2022 old. pls don't fact check me on anything lmao and be nice.
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You remember your first date with Spencer, still as clear as day, even after all the years. You had initially met in a library; you had been looking for any sources to use for your assignment (the due date was too close for comfort and you were already on edge as is), and noticing your frantic search through the shelves, he had asked if he could be of some assistance.
You had told him about your assignment and its content, and from there he had given you an in-depth summary of Renaissance Humanism (just off the top of his head!) while you eagerly took as many notes as you could. He even took the extra initiative to compile a list of books you actually could refer from, and to this day you're convinced you would've failed miserably without his help.
You had hit it off after that, meeting in the library a few more times and always falling into quiet, comfortable conversations about anything and everything. After a while, he shyly asked you out on a date, to which you eagerly agreed. The plan was to meet him at a small restaurant, and he had run a little late (twenty-seven minutes and twelve seconds, to be specific) He had approached the table where you sat with bated breath and a very rushed apology, that made him even more out of breath. You quickly brushed it off though, assuring him that you weren't mad at all, and in fact glad that he could make it. He looked like the world had been lifted from his shoulders at your words.
Your eyes had drifted down to the impressively large bouquet he held clasped in his hands and following your eyes, he shyly handed you the beautiful assortment of flowers. It wasn't just plain old roses, but an vast arrangement of diffrent flowers you wouldn't have known the names of even if you tried.
Your eyes were caught by the beautiful blood red flowers scattered across the edge and center of the bouquet — bigger than most of the other flowers and a perfect contrast to all the other soft colored ones.
"They're so beautiful, thank you," you said with a satisfied sigh as he finally sat down across you. "You weren't going for the traditional route, huh," you said with a smile, still admiring the flowers in your grasp. Spencer nodded excitedly before speaking up. "The type of flowers given to someone are believed to carry a message," he said, shifting your attention to the boy infront of you as he continued his passionate rambling.
"The special symbolism of flowers became a popular pass time during the eighteen hundreds — more specifically the Victorian Era — where each flower was given a particular meaning or message. The language of flowers has been recognized for centuries in many countries throughout Asia and Europe. They even play a part in some of Shakespeare's works."
His voice took on an almost hypnotic tone as he conveyed the history of flowers to you, every word leaving you enraptured and in awe of his big, beautiful brain.
"That's so interesting," you said earnestly, eyes once again drifting down to the flowers in your hands. "So, what do these mean?" you asked, pointing to one of the big red flowers that had caught your attention earlier.
"Amaryllis, well the Victorians associated amaryllis with strength and determination because of their height and sturdiness. But the red Amaryllis more specifically are often said to represent splendid beauty and attraction." You couldn't help but smile at his words, the thought he had put behind something so small warming your heart.
"Is that your cool way of saying you think I'm pretty?" you teased, watching the way his cheeks took on a rosier shade, a shy smile stretching across his lips. "I guess, yeah," he said almost bashfully, and the smile on your face mirrored his perfectly, the warm feeling in your cheeks making you feel lightheaded with giddiness.
You remember your first date with Spencer because of how absolutely perfect it was.
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In love with the Wolf
Alpha!Jinx x Fem!Reader
This fic takes place in Omegaverse AU. Mentions of smut, blood, werewolves, violence, angst
This fic is also taking place in another world but with Arcane characters. A Fanfiction written by me. I don’t own any of the characters. Using (Y/N) in this fic as well for Reader.
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@elle-girlylesbian
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Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/insomniadreamzz/771753708121931776/in-love-with-the-wolf
Part2
„Aren‘t you going to eat anything? I thought wolves are more the type of eating a lot and not starving themselves?“ The guard was clearly mocking Jinx, gaining a annoyed glare from her. „Fuck you.“ She said before getting up on her feet, getting close to the metal rods of her cell.
„You have no idea who you arrested do you? There is a reason why everyone is scared of me…wanna see why?“ Jinx was done pretending she couldn’t do anything about her current situation, she was indeed stronger than any other wolf if she wanted to. Her sadness about her life situation made her feel weak for a couple of days being locked up in that cell, her will to live and fight faded but it got back the second she met you. A human who believed in her and that made her feel at least a bit more confident. She wanted to find you. She needed to. Last time you talked to her, she could sense you were special to her. Something she didn’t feel towards any omega, it was interesting and also thrilling that a human could awake this feelings in her, she needed to discover more of it.
„This behavior won’t take you anywhere.“ The man said, crossing his arms as a disgusting grin plastered his face. Jinx eyes started glowing pink as her rage only got bigger and she managed to bend the metal rods just enough so she could slip through them in a inhuman speed, the human couldn’t even react fast enough before he could feel her claws digging into his flesh, a low growl escaping her lips. „I think it will…your mistake of underestimating me will take you nowhere…“ She whispered before ending his life, blood splattered on the floor and walls before she then made her way to escape prison, making sure no one else would see her. Thank god she was good at sneaking out of places.
You were laying on your bed, currently reading a book, making yourself cozy with having your sleeping clothes on which was a top with the matching shorts. Your silence got interrupted by some noise coming from your window, first you ignored it, thinking it might be just the wind but when you looked towards the window, seeing pink eyes staring at you, you first almost got a heart attack before putting your book away and immediately rushed towards your window, opening it. „Jinx?!“ You asked and she ignored you first, getting into your bedroom as she slipped past you through the window. „Yep! That’s me.“
You quickly closed the window, better not questioning her how the hell she got up here as you turned, seeing how she already made herself comfortable in your bed as if it was her own home. „How-…“ You started but she cut you off. „Don’t ask. I made it to you. How? Not your business. I thought about your words yes but I also don’t want to be locked up for years.“ In fact she needed you, taking in your scent again that made her so curious for you.
Knowing that Jinx could be very dangerous you decided not to annoy her with any more questions. Of course you got a little scared of her because she definitely didn’t made it out of prison by asking nicely. You knew how it was protected and could only guess the massacre she caused. You didn’t want to be the next victim so you just didn’t question her…for now. „Uh fine then make yourself comfortable…“ You said, she grinned widely at you before she did what you just told her, taking off her pants as she wanted to stay in her boxers, noticing your surprised look.
„What? I am an alpha if you didn’t understand that yet. Stop staring at my bulge or are you horny?“ She really had no filter, her mouth just saying what she thought. The blush on your face showed your embarrassment before you shook your head quickly. „N-No! I am not!“ You defend yourself before slipping into bed again beside her but you kept your space from her just in case, turning so your back was facing her.
Silence filled up the room again, you hoped Jinx was just asleep by now as some time passed but you could feel her gaze on you. It was hard staying calm beside such a stunning woman, every time you closed your eyes you pictured kissing her and even doing more. Your naughty thoughts couldn’t be controlled as you felt her breath on the back of your neck. She did shift closer to you. There was no way Jinx couldn’t sense your excitement, your legs rubbing against each other every now and then, trying not to touch yourself, your breath hitching when you felt her arm sneaking around your waist.
„What are you doing?“ You asked, trying to sound annoyed but your voice was shaky, already telling her you were definitely having naughty thoughts. „Come on toots did you forget I am a wolf? I can sense everything…“ She whispered with a seductive tone, she liked teasing you and you hated it and loved it at the same time. You were supposed to arrest her again, it was your job but somehow you couldn’t. The way she looked so sad and depressed the last time you saw her, it broke your heart and you got to the thought that she was just a living being like you, with emotions. Also her attractiveness had you already wrapped around her finger the first time you saw her.
„You don’t know me at all…be happy I am tolerating you here…and ignore that you went against the law because-…“ You stopped, almost revealing that you liked her. She knew you did but she wanted to hear it from you. „Because what?“ Jinx asked as her hand went dangerously close to your crotch, making you bite your lower lip hard. „N-Nothing…“ You mumbled, making her feel a bit frustrated about your stubbornness.
„So is that nothing?…“ Her hand slipped unter your shorts, feeling the wet stain on your panties as she brushed her finger over it, making you gasp in surprise. Your heart beating fast. „Your body is telling me the truth if your mouth can’t.“ Jinx was right, you just wanted her. It was hard to admit because you barely knew her but you just felt different around her or maybe your dirty mind was just taking over. Your heart could never deny a beautiful woman and Jinx was just gorgeous.
She didn’t even plan on stopping to go further, removing your shorts and panties with a swift movement, not wanting to waste any more time, the smell of your arousal making her cock hard as it pressed against your ass. „Damn…you really are a dirty girl…I don’t mind it though.“ Her words drove you crazy, she really knew what effect she had on you, her finger toying with your clit, sending shivers through your body. „S-Shut up and fuck me.“ You finally gave in, making her grin before her lips found your neck, making you sigh in pleasure before a moan escaped your lips as she slipped her finger inside of you, gently thrusting it inside of you. „Good girl…“ She told you, somehow her words made you more horny, you felt her bulge pressing more against you as you pressed yourself more back against her.
Her free hand pushed her boxers down to let her cock free, slipping it between your thighs as she rubbed it between them, giving herself some pleasure as well while she still fucked you with her fingers. The sight of her cock peeking out between your thighs only turned you on even more. „Ah fuck…you want more baby mh?“ She cooed close to your ear, again giving you shivers down your spine as you felt her hot breath against your skin. „M-Mhh…y-yes I do.“ You managed to answer between your gasps, moaning out as you felt her sliding inside of you after removing her fingers, lifting up your leg a little to have better access. Your eyes rolling back at the intense feeling of her filling you up so good.
„That’s my girl…take my cock.“ She cooed before biting your earlobe, starting to thrust inside of you, making both of you a moaning mess. Her thrusts becoming harder and faster, wet sounds of your dripping cunt filling up your bedroom. Her grip on you tightening as she felt you clenching around her, knowing you‘re going to cum any second so she sped up more, going harder on you, making you whimper at every hard thrust. „Ah! Ah fuck! I am so close.“ You mumble, biting down on your lip as you try not to be too loud but Jinx didn’t mind, she loved hearing you.
„Yes…good girl…cum for me.“ She encouraged you and her words were enough to make you reach your orgasm, body twitching at the intense feeling as you came on her cock. She kept on thrusting inside of you, letting you ride out your orgasm before she pulled out of you in time, making a mess on your thigh and tummy as she came as well. „Mhhnn…fuck…“
She kissed your neck and cheek, taking in your scent as both of you pant softly, slowly calming down from your high. Your scent was intoxicating, she loved everything about you. Jinx always thought it was impossible for her to be this addicted to a human but you just had a special effect on her. Both of you cuddling close until morning.
You woke up with Jinx still beside you. She looked so peaceful sleeping beside you, her long blue hair literally glowing because of the sun shining through your window. You smile before moving a little strand of hair behind her ear which was hanging over her face. A little groan leaving her lips as she shifted a little, her arms instinctively pulling you closer to her, making you blush a little. You literally fucked last night but you still felt a bit shy right now, cuddling into her chest as you closed your eyes again. „Good morning…“ You heard her say with a tired, low voice. „Good morning my wolfie.“ You said, making her smile, you couldn’t see it but you knew she liked it, feeling her hand caressing you. „Gimme a few more minutes…“ She mumbled before nuzzling into your hair and you had no problem with that, wanting to let this morning start off slow without any stress. It’s your free day after all.
To be continued
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Boop Thanks You!
Happy birthday!
#I decided April Fools Day is now her birthday#thanks a lot tumblr#I promise this wasn't supposed to be a self-indulgent post it was thankfulness I promise#also new canon info: Boop can talk. but she's very soft-spoken#she feels most comfortable talking to GG. which resulted in her main communication tool being GG#essentially#GG talks for Boop#but aside from that#ty people so much for all the stuffs!#This is probably the best April Fools Day I've ever had!#granted April Fools Day isn't really too special aside from the jokes#but I guess that's what made it so special this year#one big coincidence and a lot of dedication!#hehe#thank you people#I love all of you very much#<3 <3 <3#my stuff#art#spg fanart#spg fanbot#boopsy doodle#boop#spg#steam powered giraffe
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How fortunate am I to have so many Things to love and be excited about, to appreciate and look forward to?
Things I feel so strongly about that they stumble into my mind, univited, at random times of the day? Things that spill into my speech and vocabulary without me noticing? Things that impact my vision to the point where everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I see ghosts of them?
How lucky am I to have so many Things I love and cherish enough for them to reshape my very person, change my beliefs and make me grow? Things that make my own loved ones see the Things out in the wild, and go out of their way to make sure I see them too?
How wonderful is it that I have Things that I love so much that the very act is deemed and dubbed "not normal", making my love for them seem like it's more than they are supposed to recieve? An out-of-the-ordinary and above-the-norm appreciation for the Things that make the people around me shake their heads, call me "silly".
My dear, beloved Things, may I always stay silly for you ❤️
#yes this is yet another post about legendborn lmao#but also one of my friends sent me a post with a reminder to log into Genshin today#just to get the birthday-greeting card for one of my/my favorite character#and they send me this because even though it's my favorite character#this person also knows I don't actually play genshin that much and knows that I would probably miss it if they didn't remind me 🥺🥺#and my friends let me yap about Legendborn the other day lol#and my fellow legendbornian-in-crime commented on my insta story about annotating the book that “noone loves this series more than you”#which ofc isn't *TRUE* true but it still made me feel all fuzzy lol#my parents also got me a few sets of silver earrings for christmas bcs I mentioned in passing I wanted more silver jewelry#and one of the pairs they got me was with owls because Owl City has been one of my favorite artists since forever#and I THRIVED in 2012-fashion bcs the owl jewelry was fkn EVERYWHERE and I got SO MANY because it made me think of Owl City lol#and my brother got me The Book Of Bill bcs both he and I love Gravity Falls SO MUCH#I just love ��️ loving ✨️ things I guess#so this post is very much a love letter to my special interests and hyperfixations <333#currently have had 'Tears Run Dry' by Patrik Jean on repeat for the past 2 or so days bcs it's fkn STUNNING#but it also makes me think about my friend's ArleFuri fic bcs it just fits so welll 😭😭#and at the same time (and the reason I have it so within reach lol) is bcs I have added it to an OC's playlist for a story I'm writing#I have so damn many things I love and I almost start crying thinking about how fortunate I am to have all these things I love so dearly#and live in a time where all of these things exist and I get to experience them all at a moment's notice#and just simply get to indulge in fandom behaviour and have people around me who also LET ME do that#i love hearing people yap about what they're passionate about regardless if I know what it is or not#like how beautiful isnt it to see someone's eyes sparkle and looking like they're itching all over because they simply can't help it#they just can't contain their love and passion for the Thing ??? absolutely incredible#tove rambles#oh and don't fkn get me started on how 'Dream Catcher' by Set It Off basically is the reason I'm so determined to become one#and it being part of how I made my 17-year old self believe I could actually do what I CURRENTLY DO nearly 10 years later
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Am I too millennial for not thinking it’s a big deal at all that a woman’s friends haven’t posted about her on social media when they all have a direct line to her to talk to her instead
For all anyone knows they may be with her right now lol
#Taylor isn’t even online herself#what’s the point of posting on Instagram when she won’t even see it all#when they could just text or call her#idk I don’t think it’s weird but maybe it’s a generational thing#Taylor is clearly trying to draw a broader line between her public and private life#and while she happily exists in the world and does what she wants#I would guess she’s probably more touched by the people she speaks to directly#than public declarations of friendship#and like last year was super special I’m sure because everyone was grateful she made it out of the darkness#and we’re so happy to celebrate her after some very hard years#but if she’s keeping things chill now in public maybe everything else is following suit idk#I’m not discussing it I’m just saying I’m a millennial who doesn’t think this is weird lol
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prepping for my Bonus Days. i love tutorial agent lmao
#chemi chats#yknow. last year's ''take sundays off'' made a lot of sense.#october 2023 was PERFECT for skilltober as it was a full four weeks (so six days for each skill type per week plus a day off)#and left two days at the end - the 30th and 31 - for Ancient Reptilian and Limbic. so it worked out really evenly!!#using the same method in 2024 does not yield the same clean results hjkjg it looks. so fucking messy gang hgkjg#but generally you can take any 5 days off? it would make sense to split it at the first any five days in a row.#like how we had five sundays last year. so like if we had five mondays this month we'd do free days on mondays right?#but this months was tuesdays and we all STARTED on tuesday SO LIKE HGKJG OKAY MAN. NOW WHAT HGKJ#i want to be posting the same skills as everyone else everyday but that's a bit much to ask yknow? syncing up is fun but its HARD man hgkjg#the reason why im talking about this is because im NOT taking the free days hgkjg or maybe i'll take one who knows lmao hgkj#but my ''free'' days are: Tutorial Agent with the INTs. Solace with the PSYs. Volta Do Mar with the FYSs. Kinetic Dressage with the MOTs.#and maybe Vices thrown in there? i might make Vices physique and put Volta with the psyches? and make Solace a little bonus end?#because i love her and shes special hgkj but i guess i'll see hkjf but EITHER WAY im gonna be posting on whenever free days are hgkj#so if everyone takes sundays+halloween off (except me because im Fucking Entrenched In This Shit) then thats when i'll post#(even though it'd be messy as hell like. splitting up the skill types hkjg??) maybe it'd make sense to do mondays+halloween so we can#finish a skill type section before taking a break/doing my bonus skills? and it'd even out but that requires coordination hgkjsk#sigh. or for me to accept that we'll all eventually fall out of sync and thats fine hgkj (<- I can be fine with this. It's just messy hkjg)#oh idk :P im gonna take my ''break''/bonus days on mondays+halloween and whatever happens happens <33#(<- assuming im gonna be able to finish a monthly challenge lmaooo) okay ive got a headache lmao goodnight i love you all as always <33
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Heya! This isn't really an "ask you"- haha. But I just wanted to write to you- for quite a bit honestly. First of all, I hope you're well. The first piece of work I've read of yours was "Ben & May's". I absolutely loved it. I read it way back in 2020. I was 15 years old, kinda angry at the world lmao. But I found my solace in reading and writing stuff by strangers on the internet. I commented on your story- which in fact was one of the first and only times I ever bothered interacting with someone online. I don't know why, but reading your story made me warm. Warm to the core. And I wanted to share my own story! About how I related to an incident in the fic, because I snuck out of my house with a broken arm to participate in the science fair at school. You responded sometime later and congratulated me and told me to take care of myself. And you said something else too. It might have been in a joking way but you said something along the lines of "You're literally Peter Parker lmao". I don't know why but that really stuck with me. Peter Parker is a character I grew up worshipping, I'd read all the comics and watch every show with him in it with my dad. I've always loved school and learning new things, but it was always hard for me to find confidence. My dad and I are pretty tight but I can't say the same for me and my mom. And for a great chunk of my life, I've had to live with her, which didn't exactly yield the greatest upbringing (which you can probably tell by the way I'm writing to you now haha). So when someone even humouredly made that comparison- I was super taken aback. Super doubtful. But I was awestruck too. I've never been complimented before- in such a meaningful way from anyone other than my dad (that has since changed thankfully, but at the time young me was still recovering from huge life changes). So it really got me to take a good look at my life and actually embrace being who I wanted to be. I started picking up stuff at school again, and I made friends. I started writing. I hung out with my dad more- of course, watched so much Spiderman and read so many comics. I managed to graduate high school early. Now I'm at university. I graduate soon. I took up Biology and Chemical Engineering. And I'm happy. I never really forgot you, or your writing which gave me so much comfort. I logged back on AO3 recently and was super happy to still see you writing. I just knew I had to reach out. Now I apologize if this is like weird, but I just had to put this out there. Thank you, really- thank you for your warm response and the art you put into the world. I don't think you'd even remember my comment on your work or this small interaction, but to me, it made a whole lot of difference. I really hope you're well, and continue to be. I can't believe I made a tumblr account just for this qwq XOXO
BRO I REMEMBER YOU. When your comment came in, I was 17-years-old, living more in the world of my writing than reality, right about to enter university, and even if I was half-joking I was also low-key dead serious that you were literally Peter Parker. I was, and continue to be, incredibly impressed by you. I think I might have told my sister about you in a sort of like, dang, there are some brilliant and crazy people in the world, and they're reading my fics for some reason sort of way.
I'm doing very well! I've grown closer to my family, built lovely friendships, and am also set to graduate university (perhaps predictably, I'm a literature major). As weird as this might sound in turn, a great deal of my confidence and growth was built by comments like yours. There's nothing half as sweet as the portion of someone's life given to you because they saw a bit of their story in yours, and that glimpse of someone else's reality opens up the possibilities for mine. No matter the wonderful little interaction we had, it has been meaningful and a pleasure for me. You've given me a great deal of warmth as well.
Congratulations on the rebuilt confidence, the new things you've learned, the friends you've made, your seriously incredible academic achievements, and the many other delights that I'm sure you've attained. You really have worked diligently, relaxed peacefully (I hope!), and lived wonderfully. Good job, and I hope you continue to live well <3
#asks#this touched me and is gonna stay with me for life ngl#this got long sorry but !!! thank you for writing both that comment and this ask. i'm seriously so grateful#THANKS FOR MAKING A TUMBLR ACCOUNT. I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH#you've given me great warmth as well for real TT#bio&chem eng is seriously crazy amazing work!!!!#exactly what i should've expected from the genius that made a robotics hand work in 2 months as a 15yo i guess#even if our interaction was a catalyst i know that you'd have always done amazingly no matter what#since it was your own efforts that paid off so beautifully#i was not particularly a fan of 'ben & may's' but i think this comment made me fall in love with it#that fic will be special to me from now on#idk if you were joking or not at the time and it WAS four years ago but like#i hope you haven't done anything since the broken wrist science fair incident that required a tracker put on you LOL#and also though it was 4 years ago i hope the county fair was fun#and you've made even more incredible and brilliant things since then! even if simply an incredible life#you're wonderful! please eat and sleep well
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just found out that Sonya is older than Yaz. need 3-5 business days to process this
#why they wrote and directed Sonya to have the most little sister energy I’ve ever seen if she’s older is anyone’s guess#also the ‘can you cook now??’ line feels odd if Sonya’s older? like yeah she’s 25 by now i should hope so#if she was 18 in s12 as I’d guessed previously that line would make more sense#BUT this does recontextualise a LOT especially for Can You Hear Me#because the dynamic shifts to Sonya being an adult who is so worried for her baby sister (a teenager)#rather than a younger teenager worrying about the older#adds a different dimension to CYHM#what’s also interesting is would Sonya actually be younger by the time Yaz finishes travelling with the Doctor?#by my count Yaz is around 27 by the end of s13. if we could each series as a year real time Sonya would also be 27#(I’m counting three years because that’s the number of new year specials they had)#depending on birthdays Yaz could be older#big sister Sonya is sort of growing on me as a concept because i need her to give the Doctor the shovel talk in the most violent fashion#still feels weird though I’ll need to get used to it#maybe I’ll write some fic of big sister Sonya through the years to retrain my brain#this is probably an argument for making the characters closer to the actors’ ages but y’know I grew up accepting Billie as a 19 year old so#plus I’m a big theatre fan so y’know i have a lot of suspension of disbelief in terms of actor ages#it was Sonya’s behaviour that confused me and made me assume she was younger#this IS putting bonus points in my autistic yaz hc though. bet when her sister misbehaved yaz was praised for being ‘mature’
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Anyway how is everyone doing
#had to get up at 6 in the morning and therefore had 4 hours of sleep today (a weekly occurence pretty much)#so i just took a nap which took all evening and i'm still tired yayyyyy. because naps only work how they should about 10% of the time#and also i did nothing else today because sleep and now i'm truly wondering what to do with myself anymore#meanwhile i have to get up and go to school again tomorrow 😑 and the day after that 😑 and the day after that 😑#or i could drop out again and have nothing else to do anyway and continue rotting in my room#(whether it's my dorm room or my actual room doesn't matter). what's the pointtttttt#might be reaching some kind of limit or maybe i'm truly just dramatising and should just chill about it all#save me 4 hours of music listening now probably. idk man#got my minimal amount of social interaction today in the form of riding the elevator with 3 of the ppl from my course#when i could have (and normally would have) just taken the stairs instead#i feel like i made a big important step today that will help me later on through this year (no not really)#at least one thing i've noticed recently is that i might have the reverse of what is i guess is usually called seasonal depression#in the sense that now that it's chilly and cloudy and it gets dark earlier i feel like i'm finally LIVING in a way#the good effect of that will probably pass after a week or two though#but also just a bit over a month left now until my birthday and then my long awaited trip!!#anyone else get unreasonably excited for their birthday each year even though there's never anything special about it in the end#and that only makes the day more depressing lol#ok whatever i'm done whining now i think. music time then#celebrating (a bit late) one year of gratsax and lil beethoven today. some of the albums of all time for me personally#goosepost
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Idk what's going on with me rn but. Idk what to do with a bunch of my sonic ocs anymore. Specifically ruby, their parents, the cat fam, and nox. I just don't feel like I can tell their stories at all. But I don't want to retire them either. But I still feel like I'm slowly growing. Detached?
Idk what I want to do. Maybe a revamp or something? I was already considering redesigning the twins but maybe I need a complete rewrite or something. Idk when I'd get to it tho. I've been in an art rut for a bit now. Haven't felt like drawing at all and I don't feel satisfied with the one thing I tried to make recently (which, ironically, involved ruby and the twins).
Idk what to do.
#ramblings#neg#i guess#i think part of why i feel so lost with them is bc they were meant to be part of a story#whereas characters like livewire and elysium and nebby i kinda just made for funsies?#like none of them were made to be part of anything greater#but with the others. i kind of feel like i failed them#bc i couldn't tell the story they're a part of#and honestly don't know what else to do with them#not in art or writing or. anything#and they're special to me. they really are#i've had them for years. i've been trying to write their stories nearly as long as they've existed but i kept failing#and then i gave up on it. and now it's like. they've lost their purpose?#or more like they can't fulfill their purpose bc of my own pitfalls as an artist and writer#and it hurts. like a lot#and i'm not sure what to do about it#i've been feeling really detached from my work in general and just. haven't been having as much fun with it#maybe it's depression. idk#i'm tired
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man, i just want to see if there's any threads about silent hill 2 remake breaking so hard it doesn't even boot up anymore but all i find are people being evil about women on the internet
#happy halloween i guess#the real frights (besides all of the beautiful women skittering along the walls with their many legs)#were the men we found complaining on the internet that 'they made the women ugly and that's censorship' along the way#that prison level sure can is scary#so scary that it fucking broke my entire game lmao#gonna reinstall and see if that fixes it but was hoping i would not have to do that on my shitty rental internet 😩#i will say that this game runs like ass to anyone who is considering it#i'm running it on medium graphics with specs above the recommended and she still do chug when there's more than one thing happening#and let me say there are often several things happening#probably things i could tweak to make it run better but god as soon as i have to tweak a game to get it to you know. run well. i'm gone.#i just miss my wife my beautiful wife#too bad she died three years ago of that damn disease and no sooner than that by any other means or et cetera#i'm sure these thematically loaded ladies who keep hurting me from behind corners hold no particular significance#just a regular trip to my special place that is now the dead wife hell dimension where a large man is hunting me for sport#a large man who is the embodiment of sexually charged masculine violence#which i'm sure means nothing#and is hunting me to mete out specific and thematically hamfisted judgment#for some wrongdoing or another#which could honestly be anything#shoutout to the one guy on steam who is like um was i supposed to get what happened on a first playthrough?#and like. well. yes. because it literally and directly tells you. so yes. sorry.#i will also say that if it destroyed my save in the process#well. i would not like that very much.#but i suppose the real problem is that they made the women ugly. because of woke. the DEI ghouls are taking everything from us.#[picture of average skinny white woman]
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