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thewildernesschooses · 1 day ago

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The Hot Springs, a lottiexreader smut

you are a catholic who is doubtful of Lottie’s prophet status. she takes you to a hot spring and suddenly you understand her power very well.

could be considered slight non con because it’s possible the cave air was intoxicating or the wilderness influenced you but also there’s some non verbal consent check ins so it really depends on your comfort with that :)

Lottie had become a sort of wilderness Jesus and it didn’t sit well with your Catholic heart. You weren’t even really that Catholic, that was more your mom’s thing, but it all felt rather sacrilegious.

You understood half the team becoming lesbians, but lesbian pagans? You didn’t even know how you were going to confess when you got back.

You still prayed before meals, did Hail Mary’s and prayed the rosary. It was more comforting than anything, especially after Laura Lee’s bible had burned in the fire. It also made you a target for Lottie’s evangelism. You didn’t know what was going on with the cult stuff the other girls were getting up to but you tried to stay out of it. If they needed that to stay (mostly) sane out here then they were free to do it. You just wished they felt the same.

Lottie had been peer-pressuring you into trying drugs. You drank the weird wine but that was like communion or thanksgiving. And you ate the weird soup Misty poisoned but it made you really sleepy and you passed out before whatever thing happened that night that set off the chain of events that led you here. That night had somehow given Lottie a spiritual control over the group that you had only ever seen the Pope have.

Poor Travis had been her main plaything recently. It was sad because his family had attended your parish. They were mostly an Easter/Christmas mass family but they were good people. He didn’t ever join you in prayer anymore.

Lottie could very well be the devil, you thought. She was exactly how he was supposed to appear. Charming, illusive, beautiful. She looked at your rosary like it was an annoying joke you had told too many times. She didn’t even respect it enough to have contempt.

Lottie was on one today. She had an early morning session with Travis and he had come back looking drained and guilty. She had a conversation with Akilah that obviously wound them both up. It seemed like her warpath was set on you next.

She approached you while you were weaving a basket. You had gotten good at making vines and softer sticks into useful things.

She looked at you with that hazy look in her eye, smiling at you but also past you. “You’ve done well with what the wilderness has given you. You’ve made yourself useful, beautiful.”

In a plain tone, you replied, “I’m assuming you’re talking about the baskets. Thanks, Lottie.” You figured the acknowledgment would be enough for her to move on but she kept staring at you. You broke first and asked, “Can I help you with anything?”

“Come with me. I want to show you something.” She held out her hand like you would just take it. Crazy bitch.

You looked at her then her hand and back to her again. “Uh…I’m good. Thanks.” You put on a slight smile while looking down at your baskets to placate her but she remained unmoving.

“It’s a special place. I was told you deserved it first.”

And…life had gotten so damn boring that your interest was peaked. There was no gossip about Holly Stein doing anal, there were no telenovelas to watch, your cousin's wedding had been planned and had by this point. Surviving was monotonous and novelty was a currency out here. One Lottie had riches in.

She knew from the look on your face that you were interested. You were too inquisitive for your own good. You sighed and got up on your own, refusing to take her hand.

“Is it far? I want to get back before the temperature drops tonight.” Fall was in full swing and nights were getting colder.

“No, it’s not too far. And no worries, it will be warm there.” Cryptic bitch, you thought.

“Whatever, Lottie. Let’s just get this over with.”

Despite your obvious lack of enthusiasm, Lottie was doing her little excited hops. You thought they were a cute quirk before the crash but they seemed psychotic when they were only solicited by blood and chaos now. And you agreeing to go off into the woods with her.

You both set off into the woods silently. You walked long enough that you almost called it and turned around. You kept walking until she stopped at the mouth of a cave. She walked in without looking back to check if you were following, confident you wouldn’t let her go in a strange cave alone.

You begrudgingly went along. It only took a couple of steps for the atmosphere to change. This cave felt warm and humid, a contrast to the autumn air.

Lottie kept going until you came upon a small hot spring. It looked inviting, steaming like your uncle's hot tub.

“It told me you would like it here, that it would help you.”

“Ok, what does that mean?”

“You’ll see.” Lottie squatted next to the spring and skimmed her piano player fingers across the top of the water. “Or you won’t. But you’ll feel it, even if you don’t.” She kept looking at the ripples her fingers made. When she stood, she untied her cloak.

You furrow your brows at the weird rhyme. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

She looked up at you with that coy little smile like she knew something you didn’t. The most perplexing part is she probably did. “It’s not for you to understand, just focus on feeling. You’ll feel good.”

Before you could question her more she started taking off her top. “Whoa! Why are you stripping?” You covered your eyes. It’s not like nudity was odd out here but none of you made the habit of getting naked in plain eye for no reason.

“We have to be naked. You can’t wear clothes in the spring, silly.” Her giggles echoed off the cave walls.

You thought about resisting but you figured the more you complied, the less time this would take. And besides, a warm bath didn’t sound too terrible. After seasons of bathing in the chilly lake or with rags dipped into lukewarm bath water, even an awkward skinny dip in a forest jacuzzi was appealing.

When you peeked back out, Lottie was already nude. She had always had one of the best bodies on the team. Full breasts and a natural hourglass figure that curved her hips in a way most girls were jealous of. She had muscular thighs, even after all the starvation. The wilderness provides a voice in your head supples. What the hell?

You couldn’t linger on any thought too particularly long because a nude Lottie was walking towards you in a way that made you thoughtless. She slinked towards you like a mountain lion. Energy coiled and tense like a snake. She put her hands at the hem of your shirt and lifted it above your head. She put the shirt with her cloak.

You went to cover your chest in a self-conscious way but she grabbed your wrists firmly, holding onto them while looking in your eyes in a way that you couldn’t decipher but felt its intensity.

When she was sure you would keep your hands where she wanted them, she went to unbutton your jeans. You hadn’t been undressed like this, by someone else, in a long time. It wasn’t in the way you had been craving in the back of your mind but your breath hitched like it was.

If Lottie heard, she didn’t react. Just unzipped your fly and pushed the pants down. She went lower, untied your shoes and held the bottoms as you stepped out of them both.

You thought she would be done, you could just stay in your panties and it would be like swimming at a European beach but Lottie hooked her fingers on the sides of your underwear and pulled back the tired elastic just so. She looked into your eyes to sense any real hesitation before she pulled them low enough on your thighs to let them drop. Finally, she raised your rosary above your head and put it with the rest of your clothes.

You couldn’t think straight after that. You should feel way more awkward than you did. It didn’t feel wrong, though, it just felt like a lot. Maybe the humid cave air was messing with your head.

She put her hands back on your wrists and just rubbed circles on the inside of them for a second. Spirals, the same voice in your head throws out. What the hell?

She keeps your wrists in her hands as she walks backward like she has no fear that an errant rock could trip her, like she has faith that her steps will always land in the exact right place. She keeps her eyes on you as she takes a step backwards down into the spring and lets out a content sigh when she gets both legs in. Her looking at you while she made that noise had your stomach feeling funny.

She kept walking backwards into the clear water, taking you in with her. The water was only deep enough to kiss your belly buttons but there was a rock ledge halfway up that made a natural bench. When she guided you there to sit, the hot water covered your chests up to the collarbones. Lottie had lovely collarbones, which you had never noticed until now.

The water felt great. Like a long-forgotten luxury your brain hadn’t let you remember. You were so spoiled before all of this. Your 30-minute hot showers felt so far away.

“So…what are we supposed to do now.” You chuckled nervously because she kept staring at you.

The corner of her mouth ticked up. “I want you to feel.”

You didn’t know what that meant. You felt out of breath even though you were resting. You felt comfortable even though you were sitting on random rocks. You felt safe even though you were with a girl you were half convinced was possessed by the devil like twenty minutes ago. You felt a bone-deep warmth you hadn’t felt for a long time in this mostly dark cave.

You couldn’t say any of that out loud but Lottie looked at you like you had. The understanding and empathetic stare seemed so focused now. Focused on you.

She put her hand on your unclothed thigh underwater. You could’ve backed away but you didn’t. She palmed it and squeezed gently. Her thumb started to make the same spiral she made on your wrists. It left you nearly panting. The water was so warm.

Lottie was murmuring something under her breath but you couldn’t quite make out the words. You should probably ask but her mouth was much more interesting to look at than it ever seemed before. Your thigh was still in her grip and it felt like an epicenter.

She shifted to fully face you and took a wet hand and ran it through your hair. She cupped your cheek after and her thumb rested underneath your eye. She raised her volume and said “Your eyes see things others can’t. It knows and rewards you for it.” She kissed the cheek her hand wasn’t on. “It wants you. It wants you to be more open.”

You usually had a coherent argument but you couldn’t disagree. You just felt like what she was saying had to be right. You were wrong this entire time. Usually being wrong sets you on edge but you felt happy to be incorrect. Like you were holding onto a sadness until now that had dissolved into the spring.

“How do I do that?” You wanted to know better. You wanted to be better.

“Just feel.” She sounded as breathless as you were. Lottie stood from the bench and moved in front of you to face you head-on. You had to look up at her slightly despite the bench being high and the middle of the spring being the deepest. She was so tall.

Her hand moved in, towards your inner thigh. You spread them without thinking. The spring got warmer and steam was sizzling in the air. It thanks you for being open, the voice says.

Her hand lingered there, on your inner thigh. She looked at you while her other hand slid up, cupped your breast and lightly squeezed. She waited for the reaction. You didn’t do much until she started thumbing your nipple and you start gasping quietly. She seemed satisfied by that. Your little noises were like sacrifices at an altar. Probably better if Lottie’s personal opinions were taken into account.

“There we go. You’re doing so good.”

“Why does it want this?”

“Because you deserve to feel good. You make such beautiful things. You’re such a beautiful thing. You please it without knowing.” Her smile made you gulp. “Imagine how you could please if you tried.”

She put the hand that was on your thigh where you wanted it, finally. She rubbed her fingers against you where it felt the best. Your noises were echoing off the cave walls and resonating like some kind of choir. It sounded holy to both of you.

She was moving her hands in tandem, stimulating your nipples and clitoris in a way you didn’t know was possible. It was so much better than when you were alone, leaning up against a tree, hoping Nat didn’t try to come find you.

It was all becoming too much. The pleasure, the sensitivity, the connection. To Lottie or the wilderness, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was the same thing. Your consciousness felt raw and open, merging with everything. You’re doing good, the voice chimed in. Was Lottie or something else? You didn’t know. It didn’t matter now. Maybe never did.

Lottie sat down on your thigh and started grinding onto it. It only made everything better. The still pool now had waves splashing out the sides. The energy spilling over. Outside the wind picked up and the leaves danced.

Feeling Lottie hump and clench on you pushed you over an edge. She rubbed you faster and didn’t let up. You were making this high-pitched sound she found adorable. She wanted you to spill more.

She could tell you were about to climax, she kept her fast stimulation in time with her grinding. She didn’t need much physical touch to get there. Not when you were open and needy like this. Not when she had wanted this for so long.

You got louder until you got quieter. Your thighs tried to clench but Lottie kept them apart with her strong legs. Your back pulled away from the edge of the spring and when the waves were almost done washing over you, you looked up at Lottie and they kept going.

Lottie reached her peak once she saw this. She kept rubbing until you were sensitive and then she roughly stuffed her fingers in your mouth while riding out the last of it on your thigh. It felt like first communion, the body and blood all in one.

You both panted into the cave's air. You had to breathe around her fingers but it was fine. You didn’t need oxygen right now.

Lottie pet your hair until she was able to stand up. “Just wait here, I’ll help you up in a second.” She took her fingers out of your mouth and pushed herself out of the water. She came back with the cloak she had dropped before. She helped you out of the spring and onto your shaky legs. She wrapped her cloak around your naked frame and rubbed up and down your arms until you had drip-dried enough to put on your clothes. She helped you into them.

She put her hand on the small of your back and led you slowly to the mouth of the cave. The wind was brisker than when you went in. Or maybe you were just wet. She still guided you with that hand on your back.

“What was that?” You had to ask now that the heat of the moment had gone.

“What?”

“I don’t know? The skinny dipping? Us getting to third base? The weird voice?” With a clearer mind, in the sunlight, it occurred to you that everything that had occurred over the last thirty minutes was preposterous. You kept walking though, subconsciously listening to the hand telling you to keep forward.

“You heard a voice? Yay! It speaks to you!”

She sounded so happy that you kinda didn’t want to push it anymore.

You felt that feeling you felt back in the cave. Happy you were wrong. Happy to make her happy. What the hell?

You were hesitant to ask, it felt like submitting to something. “Is that what you hear? Was it the wilderness?” It sounded stupid coming out of your mouth but it felt real back there. As real as everything else that had happened.

“Yes! I knew it liked you. It’s why I’ve always liked you.” She smiled almost like she used to. Almost showing her molars it was so wide.

“So…will it want us to do it again?” You couldn’t hide how hopeful you sounded. It had all felt so good.

“Of course! Pleasing you pleased it. I think we should do it every day after breakfast if we can.” And yeah, you could pencil that in between basket weaving and herb picking. That could work.

“If that’s what…it wants.”

“It is.”

You both came up on camp and she kept her hand on your back. She walked you to her hut and told you to lay down on her bed roll. You didn’t question why hers and not yours.

And if she was walking around, wearing the shirt you had on earlier, fiddling with the cross you used to wear around your neck faithfully, the other girls didn’t say anything about it. Yet

pls like/comment if you enjoyed it, i love seeing people’s thoughts/reactions :)

#yellowjackets fics #smut #wlw smut #lottie yellowjackets #lottie #natalie scatorccio #mentioned #yellowjackets #x reader #lottie x reader #lottie matthews #yellowjackets x reader #you’re kinda a judgy catholic lol

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mothinked · 14 hours ago

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Owen realized he had misspoken a bit too late. "Hey!" He was probably just going to end up putting his foot in his mouth now but he didn't want the misconstrued thought to occupy her mind for too long. "I meant excluding you. You have much better taste than that. Much better." He listened, smiling in amusement when she questioned Sasha's judgment. "Well, according to you, at least half a dozen women have poor judgment calls when it comes to asking me out." It was years of women showing interest in him. Some kissing here and there but never with Abby nearby.

Not that he felt guilty for giving in during weak moments... He was only human after all. It was the thought of hurting Abby that stopped him from ever pursuing another woman. Another reason he never let it get further than kissing because his heart just wasn't in it. A few only sought a friends-with-benefits sort of thing with him while other mentioned a future, possibly with kids. The mention of having children would leave him on the verge of a panic attack and he'd immediately quash the idea, said it wasn't for him. At least that reaction didn't send them running.

There were those who didn't want to bring kids into the world given its state then there were others who wanted the whole package in life. Catalina Island was a safe place to raise a family. A great place, in fact. Owen had gotten better with kids over the years, mentoring teenagers and taking the time to play with the younger population whenever he was having a rough day and needed a boost. One innocent smile or laugh was enough to chase his worries away for a while. Maybe it was contradictive—how he was good with kids and at the same time being utterly terrified of having one of his own.

Was it normal for guys to fly into a panic when a potential partner mentioned children? Deep down, Owen knew it was his trauma speaking. What he never wanted to face again. What he left buried six feet underground in Seattle just outside of the aquarium. Was it like Abby's irrational fear of heights...? he wondered at one point in time. Could he ever overcome his own fear without wanting to down a bottle of booze or self-destruct in some other way? Perhaps it was his punishment for how he'd treated Mel, especially during their last conversation...

His breath hitched as Abby practically nestled their hands against her body. Then he released it in a quiet sigh, a feeling of peace blanketing him moments later. It was very... comforting. It made him remember how he was the big spoon the last time they'd slept together and how she wordlessly pulled his arms around her, hand holding tight to the larger one that had found home on her hip. He'd been careful not to touch her wrists because of the rope burns.

He should have cherished that night more. Shouldn't have taken things for granted.

"I knew you were hungry but not that hungry," Owen joked weakly, more so to calm his nerves at the emotional response holding her hand brought on than finding humor in her comment.

It’s easy to tell there’s a storm going on in that head of his. It’s obvious in the way he carries himself. Whether they’re good or bad thoughts, she’s unsure of. But if she knows Owen, they’re not lacking in depth. He’s thoughtful, sometimes to his own detriment but it’s something that she would never, ever consider a negative about him. In fact, it’s one of the things she admires about him most. Whatever was on his mind, maybe they would talk about it later. Or maybe not. There was no guarantee that after a shower and a full belly she would be capable of anything more than the most basic of functions like keeping her eyes open to watch a movie without drifting off. Even that was questionable at this point but she would do her very best.

Her head lulls to the side and very matter of factly, she continues speaking “You’re right. Probably all of them.” Abby was a Firefly. And Abby was a female. That would put her in that category but there was no way she would ever have gone down that road which is why she felt comfortable enough to joke with him about it. Owen knew her better. It was the sort of familiarity that came from knowing someone almost as much as you knew yourself. The kind of familiarity that came with growing up with someone. And unfortunately the kind of familiarity that came from going through unimaginable trauma with them. Factor in they checked all 3 of those boxes and they were bonded for life.

There’s the slightest pang of jealousy that surges through Abby at the mention of Sasha but it quickly dissipates. She had no reason to be jealous. Not because she could anticipate what Owen’s response had been but because she had no right to be jealous. They weren’t together. He had every right to go out with whoever he wanted. Didn’t mean she had to like it. “Yeah? I take back what I said about her being capable, really going to have to question her judgment on that one.” And there was the normal Abby again, brushing off the thought of him actually being with someone else. You didn’t have to say no. It’s a fleeting thought but she quickly pushes it away.

There’s no flinch or startle as their hands come together and her fingers curl to hold onto his hand with a firm but relaxed grip. “You’re lucky you’re you. And bold of you to give me your hand after I tell you how hungry I am,” she mumbled. Her actions don’t match her words as she moves to pull his hand closer to her in what’s almost a subconscious reflex. Admittedly she surprises herself a bit but she doesn’t second guess herself. Some people find comfort in places, in food. Abby finds comfort in Owen and the simple gesture is one that fills her with a calmness that has been severely lacking for such a long time.

#imafirefly

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the-knife-consumer · 3 days ago

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how about sam and max, but NOT as a unit, as different people - how they approach stuff differently, what they might try to hide from each other, etc. stuff about them as Individuals is always so interesting to me

Yeuuahh that's always nice .. What makes it a little daunting for me though is that Sam's characterization gets switched up a lot- not drastically but like noticable. Max stays pretty much exactly the same through comic/games/show but Sam gets a tiny change every time and it makes pinning down a character/mannerisms for him weirrddd... (Example: cartoon Sam is outwardly confident and unbothered by a lot of stuff but game Sam has issues™️ and is not confident in his image, also more likely to tell max to shut up/stop goofing off instead of playing along with him) so I won't be getting into little personality traits in this since there are so many that vary or contradict each other in the way he's portrayed. But ☝️ I try my best to pin down what seems to be constant.

Anyway Sam seems to overall be slightly less trigger happy but still unhinged. He also doesn't scream/shout as much and is therefore more approachable, so it makes sense to me that he handles a lot of conversation work and does most of the "evidence" (useless junk) gathering. But like that's only comparatively. He's still off-putting and vaguely if not outright rude during conversation (cartoon Sam excluded here, that's where he's the kindest so it's an outlier) (still has his moments tho). This guy can't mask for shit if he doesn't want to be talking to you/ doesn't respect you you're gonna know lol.

I also think one of the only things that keeps him civil is that he actually has a concept of guilt unlike max (source: htr guidebook. I think). But at the same time there are a lot of instances where he recognizes he's doing something bad/being a bit of an ass but doesn't care enough to stop. This is the same guy who kept somebody who cheated at a card game locked in his closet until he died. We gotta remember that.

So. I think Sam at least tries to approach things in a dignified and normal way, but gives up a good 80% of the time because doing things however the fuck he wants is easier and faster.

As for what they hide from each other. Sincerity. They are rarely if ever sincere they are so irony poisoned it would kill a normal person. They hate being genuine. And food. They hate sharing.

And max. Is max. Self explanatory like look at him (okay I could delve into stuff about max yeah. Specifically super ego and Max's. Not even implied outright stated suicidal thoughts mental health issues. But also that's Game Max only. Not a series constant, at least I can't remember if it is. But my brain is like fried rn.)

#sam and max

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mooflat · 2 days ago

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Is Every Member of the Fellowship a Virgin?

Based on a discussion with a friend who believes they all are, ranked from “Definitely Never Fucked” to “Contender for Having Fucked.”

Let’s begin.

Legolas

According to LaCE, this one is definitely a virgin. One of two characters my friend and I agreed on right off the bat. Doesn’t get clearer than Tolkien telling us unmarried elves are virgins.

Aragorn

Raised by elves, presumably with elven standards, and engaged to an elf for like half a century? Almost certainly a virgin. Two of two my friend and I agreed on. Doesn’t seem like young Aragorn had the opportunity or inclination to get with anyone before he met Arwen.

Gandalf

Look. LOOK. I know there’s a strong argument to make that as a Maiar he is probably not having kids given what a big deal that was for them, but I fully subscribe to the Tumblr head canon that Gandalf fucked a Took. You just don’t have the relationship Gandalf has with Pippin without some aspect of “I am responsible for this” involved there. Granted, this is thin evidence, so here he is below Aragorn.

Gimli

Given how few dwarves seem interested in things besides their craft, it seems likely - though NOT IMPOSSIBLE - that Gimli is a virgin. He never marries and never shows inclination to marry (aside from his quasi-marriage to Legolas). Was he ever interested in a dwarf woman? Feels unlikely. But nothing ruled out here.

Boromir

Here’s where my arguing got out of hand. I think Boromir has had sex based fully on vibes. HOWEVER, there is some strong evidence that Numenorians followed the same customs as the Eldar and would not have had sex before marriage. Boromir is also canonically in love with his city, and explicitly no one else. But a man cannot sleep with a city and you’d think at some point during all that fighting and war and repression this man would want to get laid??

Pippin

All right, here we get to the Hobbits, my main point of contention for “they can’t all be virgins.” BUT, of the Hobbits, Pippin is the only one who has not come of age, so he is here at the top of the Hobbit list.

Sam

Sam has a whole-ass life in the Shire as a grown-up. He has had relationships. In the book, he says something about how the Cottons have been waiting for him to ask Rosie to marry him and were baffled when he instead took off with Frodo. I think Sam has done some stuff.

Frodo

Another grown-up with a whole life doing stuff, and this one seems given to having done whatever he wanted until he went off with the Ring. Hard for me to imagine this guy NEVER had a relationship that involved sex.

Merry

How did Merry wind up as the most likely candidate for having had sex? Honestly, I don’t know. He checks a lot of my boxes for feeling modern as a character - fairly savvy, big “responsible” vibes, from money, and without a ton to do all the time. Apparently I think some portion of Merry’s pre-quest life involved sex.

What do you think?? Is it possible they are all virgins? Have I missed evidence? How many repressed urges does the Fellowship collectively have per day? Seems like a lot.

#lotr #lord of the rings #boromir #aragorn #gandalf #gimli #legolas #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #pippin took #merry brandybuck

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dovebite · 2 days ago

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house headcanons ♡

and if you disagree with any of these no you don't. i'm actually best friends with david shore. hope this helps! <3

sweet , funny , & fluffy

has definetely said "alright relax it wasn't that funny" when one of the ducklings laughed a li'l too hard at one of his jokes.

loves campy, cult classic movies from the 70's-80's. the rocky horror picture show? tell me he wouldn't eat that tf up.

actually eats like a racoon. especially when he's runing low on groceries. will scavenge through his pantry for days on end like a starved ww2 soldier before his gets his ass out of his apartment and goes shopping. has been caught eating all kinds of dastardly concotions as "meals" like pickle slices, stale bread, and shredded cheese. it gets so bad to the point wilson has gone shopping for him on multiple occasions.

literally just a portable heater. this man is a walking heat rock. warm all the time.

cringe warrior. i mean, this one is essentially canon. he kidnapped the star of one his favorite soaps to keep it from being derailed by his death and fangirled the whole time (s4e14). was literally in love with a book series about a boy detective everyone, including the author herself, said was "targeted towards teenage girls" and admitted to being in online fan clubs (early s7). he is actively consumed by his fixations on random media. would go to conventions for his interests if he "had just a little less self respect" in his words.

cameron found his reading glasses very endearing at some point, going as far to tell him he looked cute with them, promptly making him extremely embarrased about needing them for the next month and a half.

has copies of little women and pride & prejudice stashed somwhere away in his house

big on collecting random shit he finds. just picks up pebbles, moss, pennies, and whatever the fuck else he can find on the ground

in true middle aged white man fashion, has named most of the instruments and cars he has owned throughout his life (definetely named the 60's red corvette from s1 some vintage stripper name).

more angsty (?)

actually very jumpy when spooked. the only reason nobody's really ever seen it is because he's pretty difficult to scare.

has never been squeamish. long before he became a doctor, he was never peeved out by gross bodily stuff. people always found it weird how neutral he was towards the idea of vomiting, bleeding, etc.

pre-infarction, was actually very quick and nimble on his feet. it's one of the things he misses the most.

in the early days of the infarction, where the pain was arguably at its worst (from his perspective) due to just how not used to it he was, he would pull all nighters, doing nothing but laying in bed rotating the idea of amputating his leg over and over in his head.

elaborating on this, though he would rather die than admit it, not amputating is genuinely one of the biggest regrets he has in life.

despises being outside in cold weather for prolonged periods of time because it triggers memories of when he was forced to sleep in the grass as a kid.

more on his childhood, he was genuinely so sweet in the earlier years, nobody who knows him now would believe it was the same person. fed stray animals, said his prayers every night before bed, loved hugs, the whole thing. it didn't last very long. by the time he reached the double digits he gave it up.

anyways queens that's all! what did we think? did we like this? please let me know if there are other characters you want me to do. and if you don't agree with these don't be rude about it or i will start crying

#house md #hatecrimes md #gregory house #headcanons #kaity's stuff

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missnavigation · 3 days ago

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Title: Tamed by the Starlight Chaper 2 - Enemies

Rating: 18+ / Mature/NSFW

Pairing: (VERY obsessed) Neteyam x GirlBoss! Human/Avatar Reader

Genre: Medium burn, Enemies-to-Lovers, Post-canon AU /Neteyam survived the shot and all the Sullys went home/

Synopsis: General Frances Ardmore asks her ambitious and strong-willed daughter, who stayed on Earth, to help convince Jake Sully to cooperate. If she succeeds, she promises to give her what she values most in life: a huge amount of money.

Neteyam feels completely tired of all the expectations and duties. He just wants to be happy, but he feels like no one understands him — until life brings him face to face with his greatest enemy, and he realizes they have much more in common than he ever thought.

Previous chapter

Chapter 2 – Enemies

Neteyam's first impression of you was that you couldn't look any more openly evil.

It surprised him, because since the last time General Ardmore sent a threatening message in the distant past, and their response was fitting, the RDA usually sent their most smooth-talking, most trustworthy-looking people to negotiate; at least a smaller delegation, modestly armed and prepared for any eventuality—but you came completely alone, not exactly dressed for battle, which boded ill. Something about you reminds him of General Ardmore, but... somehow, you are different from him.

Your confidence is sharply evident in every movement, with no pleading or apologizing in your expression. Your gaze— that peculiar, almost impenetrable look—scans him as if he were the stranger on this land, not you.

You trigger something deep in him, something that elicits a stronger visceral reaction than weapons; an unknown, yet elemental feeling: it simultaneously urges him to defend himself and sparks curiosity.

He sees something in your eyes beneath the sharp hardness, a kind of unfathomable depth, something painful that says: this is just the surface, but there is something here that will truly interest you.

He tries to suppress it, tries to place it in the back of his mind: it's just the tension, the situation, the unknown—the weight of the stakes, because when the RDA sends an envoy, even if not openly, there is always a threat lurking in the background.

Usually, they don't even negotiate; they just take what they want, regardless of how many lives it costs—yet if they do, something much darker and more calculating is hidden behind it. And you represent them, the soulless killers—not even attempting to conceal that you belong to them.

Despite this, although he tries not to look at you again, his mind has already stored every detail of you: your straight posture, the cool dignity you radiate, the color of your skin, which only shows through on your hands and mask, the sheen of your hair in the dim light, and that feeling that there’s something more to you than just a simple agreement.

He feels that he must be cautious, but at the same time, he wants to study you more closely, to read your mind, to feel your thoughts. A part of him—deeply hidden—might have known from the first moment: you will be the one who changes his world forever.

He turns to his younger brother, who clearly hasn't sensed any of this: he's somewhat tense because of the weight of the situation, and because he knows you belong to the enemy, but he's still his usual relaxed self, as he carelessly sits in one of the chairs, comically small compared to him, across from you.

Neteyam knows he should speak as the older brother, and that they should get this over with as soon as possible, but instead, for some reason, he just watches you—carefully avoiding your gaze—and waits.

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Well, it's fine after all. If control offers itself voluntarily, you have no objection to taking it.

- Greetings - you begin, surprisingly friendly for yourself, and you don't miss the almost imperceptible flinch from both boys. At least you're not alone in the inner frustration caused by the natural human instinct when faced with something unknown and far greater than yourself—and those two are definitely massive compared to you. - Are you the Na'vi envoys?

- Well, what do you think? - The skinnier boy in the opposite chair raises an eyebrow—wait, eyebrow?—while the other doesn't budge, arms crossed, observing the pile of papers in front of you. On the other hand, the other one stares at you disdainfully. Naturally, you make a mental note to kick the cynical little jerk's ass at the first opportunity.

But now, it's time to cast your net. You rise from your chair with a single smooth, almost overly confident motion, and for a moment, one of your hands slides forward, then without taking your eyes off them, you push a thinner folder toward them. Now that both of them are suddenly focused on the brightly colored cover, you take the opportunity to study them while they are distracted with something else.

The taller one – although his upper body is covered by some strange, leather-like cloak that isn’t a usual outfit for Na’vi based on your knowledge – as if he’s hiding something – despite being quite handsome within his species, seems like an ordinary Na’vi at first glance. But if you look closer, his body has unusually human proportions, much like the recom units.

An interesting combination. A hybrid – which can only mean one thing – and with that, your attention shifts to the rude little jerk, and his underdressed, anorexic-looking body. After a brief moment of horror as you realize, “These ones are still in the primitive stage,” you begin to analyze more seriously: Na’vi build, slightly human features, eyebrows, five fingers...

In your mind, the image immediately clicks. These two are likely Jake Sully's kids, if you can trust the database you absorbed this evening, Neteyam and... who knows, some stupid name. In the distant past, they even managed to snap a photo of them, but they looked much younger in those pictures, and their hairstyles have changed since. To their advantage – you admit, as you watch their long, straight locks that look so soft and thick, a brief flash of envy washes over you.

However, this unexpected turn of events, catching the sons of your quarry right on your first day, wasn’t something you anticipated. It’s understandable that Sully wouldn’t trust just anyone with the negotiations, and it’s likely that he really has secured the area (if the guy has even half as much love for his kids as your mother never had for you).

You spot the comm device on their necks, though you suspect it’s more for defense, with some concern about eavesdropping, rather than for you, whom even your own mother doesn’t trust.

You’re not overly concerned with their part, but your own, however, you intend to escape from as soon as possible – for that, though, you need to steer the conversation in a direction where the story will be believable on the other end of the line.

It’s never been hard for you to win people’s favor, and even less so to make them dislike you. Besides, you were prepared for this – basically your entire life.

As a small child, you learned that while your peers always had their parents as a stronghold to run to whenever something bad happened, you never had anyone there.

When you cried, no one ever comforted you, and you quickly realized how fucking pointless that was. Life taught you early on that you could only count on yourself, and if you’re weak, people will just treat you even more harshly – so you developed your own shield, locking away all your emotions and shaping yourself into an unbreakable shell, hard and perfect enough that people could only acknowledge it, but no one could ever kick you again.

You acquired more and more skills to strengthen that shield around you: you observed the faces, movements, and behavior of people in your surroundings, mentally analyzing each one, categorizing them, and in the end, you could generate a version of yourself for each person that would perfectly amaze them, one they would revere. Or one they would fear.

True, this meant no one ever knew the real you, and you never emotionally connected with anyone, but honestly, you didn’t feel the need for it. People are selfish beings who, even in their relationships, are only after their own benefit, whether they call it love or devotion, they just want something from you until you’re completely drained, and once they have no use for you, they discard you. That’s why, before they could, you collected everything from them for yourself.

When you joined the special forces training at 12, you finally felt like you found the weapon that worked exactly like you: cold, silent, and only fires once, but when it does, someone falls dead.

The sniper rifle doesn’t shout, doesn’t boast; it quietly waits until it perfectly locks onto the target and catches the moment of weakness. Its only goal is to see the opportunity through a narrow optic, filter out all unnecessary noise, and then act when everyone else is still trying to make a decision – but by the time they do, it’s already too late.

As your finger rested on the trigger, it was the first time you felt something work exactly like you: invisibly, from a distance, in perfect harmony with your instincts and mind, as you both let go of all unnecessary emotion.

It wasn’t the power that was truly frightening, but the discipline with which it waited for the perfect moment, the silence that preceded it, the awareness unfolding that slowly consumed all your empathy, turning you into the focused predator who no longer needed that shot. You only had to play the preceding steps in your mind, and no one could escape once they were in your crosshairs.

You yourself became the weapon, a breathing sniper rifle, designed for a single shot. You don’t waste emotions, you don’t say unnecessary words, and you never aim unless you’re absolutely certain you’ll hit.

You haven’t held a real weapon in your hands for a long time; you no longer need one. The crosshairs are your perspective, the cold barrel is your tongue, the suppressor is your personality. Your finger on the trigger doesn’t just reflect your will, but that childhood vow you once made to yourself: never again will you be vulnerable. And now, the crosshairs are slowly falling on your target.

The younger-looking boy reaches for the folder, but you stop him.

- Wait - you snap at him, and you’re not surprised when both of them reflexively reach for their knives at the sudden tone. A moment of deadly silence falls, and you just smile. Smugly.

Idiots. Seriously, Jake Sully is a complete fool if, as an ex-human, he thinks they’d have any chance against modern human weapons with a pocket knife!

In your mind, you wonder if you’re going in the right direction, considering your plan’s success depends on these dimwits. Both boys look at you questioningly, poised to spring, so you continue: - You two… can you read?

- Are you seriously asking that?! - Eyebrows snaps. At least his English is pretty convincing, thank God, because it would’ve sucked trying to mime out engineering plans with your non-existent Na’vi. Not that you expected much from them anyway—especially with the one with an extra finger glaring at you.

- Don’t take us for fools!

His brother stays silent, but the threatening side-glance he throws your way grows colder by the second. You don’t know why, but the guy gives you chills—and that doesn’t happen often. Alright. Next item on the agenda.

- In that case, let’s move on - you say, settling back into your chair, one leg crossed over the other, hands pressed together in your lap. - If you open that folder, you’ll see humanity’s current greatest project.

You pull a paper toward yourself and start scribbling on it with a thick marker, angling it just so they can’t see what you're writing. Eyebrows flips the cover open with irritation and glances questioningly at the other, who only half-glances at the satellite images and diagrams—but you feel his full attention fixed on you.

- You probably won’t understand much of it - you sigh (as if you did) -, most of it is rough drafts, but the point is: currently, there are only two optimal locations on Pandora to execute what we have in mind, and one of them lies within your territory. If you look at the coordinates—

You pause, watching how they react to the word itself, but since both instantly focus on the numbers, you mentally pop a bottle of champagne.

—... you’ll see it’s an uninhabited region. You wouldn’t really miss it. And for once, we’re not trying to build a military base or steal your resources. Mostly. No one has to die, if you’re willing to cooperate.

They both stare at the folder. Eyebrows is starting to get visibly agitated—maps apparently aren’t his strong suit—but the older one must be aware of this because he gently touches his arm and points to the topographic cross-section at the page’s edge. He doesn’t say a word, but the gesture says it all: “Slow down. Look closer.” And as if he recognizes something, his eyes widen.

The silence that follows is longer. Tighter. You lean back, your crossed legs perfectly balancing the illusion of calm, even as a warning pulses in your head: this is where it gets hard.

- What you’re seeing now is the blueprint for a new city. - Your voice is measured, almost bored, like you’re narrating a PowerPoint during a dull corporate meeting—which, you suspect, is exactly what your mother would expect from you. Be neither overly friendly nor threatening. - It’s not a military installation, not a mine, but a self-sustaining colony. Breathable atmosphere, fresh water, biodomes, crop domes. Infrastructure that can support thousands of human lives in the long term.

Eyebrows lifts his gaze to you, a smirk flickering in his eyes.

- So. You want to build a new Earth here, huh?

- A new chance - you correct softly. Your tone isn’t emotional, but not cold either. You deliberately leave space for interpretation. -A place where we don’t repeat the same mistakes.

Neteyam still doesn’t speak, but starts turning the pages, a wrinkle appeared on his forehead as he studies the maps. His eyes twitch, and he exhales sharply, his tail lashes behind him like an irritated cat. Once again, you note how bizarre these aliens’ bodies are—and push aside the absurd thought that, deep down, you find them annoyingly adorable. You’ve always been a cat person, after all.

Apparently, the feeling isn’t mutual.

They start discussing something in Na’vi, and for the first time you genuinely regret not understanding a word—despite all your principles. Then Neteyam, realizing you’ve been left out, turns to you, towering above you with faint accusation.

- This is... Tsahel’va - he says slowly, expectantly, like you’re supposed to know what that means.

Despite the menacing tone, his words sound oddly pleasant. His English is more precise, slightly accented compared to the other, but not unpleasant. In another life, you'd consider listening to him longer—if he were, say, your subordinate.

- Of all places, you chose this one?!

- According to the data - you begin the rehearsed line -, the geothermal activity there is the highest, and the soil layer shows proper stability. Energy, water, protection. A strategic dream. Do you know how rare that is? Like I said, there are only two such locations on—

- Then just go to the other one? - Eyebrows cuts in.

- That’s exactly where the RDA started negotiations. No agreement has been reached. Yet.

- And you think we will agree? After you slaughtered half the Omaticaya clan, destroyed their home, and still keep invading our land to destroy it?

Annoying, overzealous little punk—and even your patience has limits.

- You know, Tarzan, humanity is a species that wipes out its own without a blink, even when not threatened—just for power. And now that Earth is dead, this is the only place in the accessible universe where we can feasibly survive with some adjustments.

- What makes you think we’ll let you?! You’ve always tried to take our land—and you’ve never succeeded!

- Oh, so Jake Sully spared your naïve little souls and didn’t tell you about the real weapons humanity has? A rocket launcher is a toy. A machine gun? A breeze. Compared to what we actually possess, arrows are...quaint.

Like throwing a bone to your dog, you slide a thick red folder toward them—intentionally opened on a page filled with uncensored images: nuclear destruction, scorched earth, shattered bodies. A child crying atop a heap of corpses.

Lo’ak’s face visibly pales for a second as he stares at the images. Neteyam, though, doesn’t move a muscle—except his pupils dilate. Most people wouldn’t catch that—but you’re a professional: this isn’t apathy. He’s not a cold-blooded sociopath. This is control. The control of someone who’s been to hell—and is doing everything not to fall back in.

Surprisingly, your hand moves on its own, covering the images with the message you’d written earlier.

They stare at you, then the note, confused. Your voice changes—just slightly higher, softer. It grabs their attention. You know how to convince people. Even if they aren’t people... the method is the same. “I want to help make sure none of this ever happens.”

But you know it’s not enough. It sounds hollow. Clichéd. You need something punchier—something unexpected.

- I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet. I’m General Ardmore’s daughter. - They both tense, like you just slapped them. - Before you lose your minds, let me say this: I’m not a soldier. I don’t support violence. Life’s better without it.

Bullshit, you hear your own mind whisper—but you let your expression soften, like someone who believes it. (Maybe, deep down, you do.)

- Maybe from your perspective, it seems like humans are evil - you go on, standing up and circling halfway around the table, removing the implied barrier between you. Simple psychology. - They come here, to your home, take your things, hurt you... But really, this is a dying species’ last desperate cry for help. I think you’ve known humans. You know not all of us are greedy assholes. (Okay, maybe you are one a little.)

- Most of us just want a peaceful, happy life. Somewhere with food.

- And do you even know what’s actually down there? - Neteyam asks. His voice is quiet, but the tension in it vibrates like a drawn bowstring. - Beneath the ground?

You shrug like it’s nothing. The specialists surely looked into it. The rest isn’t your job.

- Swamp. Roots. Some organic activity. Nothing we can’t handle.

- It’s not just a ‘swamp.’ It’s something else you wouldn’t understand - Eyebrows growls. - Our people call it: The Deep Watcher. Even we don’t go there lightly!

- That place is alive - Neteyam adds. -They say it’s been sleeping since the days of the first songs. And believe me — you don’t want to wake it.

For a moment, you don’t know what to say. It sounds suspiciously like some kind of religious shit—at least you can’t imagine that the satellites and geoscanners, which leave no secrets uncovered and can see through the toughest bedrock, wouldn’t have picked up any threats. There’s a soft crackling in your earpiece, only audible to you. Someone is taking notes.

- We’ll handle it, no matter what kind of radioactive miracle-spawn jumps out of there - you finally say, and suddenly you look tired—because you really are. - If there’s no resistance, the project starts. If there is, it still starts. There’ll just be more dead bodies.

The air is thick and humming, like toxic fog. Neteyam stares at the paper you slid in front of them. Your small, elegant handwriting doesn't seem to match the words you've spoken.

Lo’ak, on the other hand, is shifting more and more restlessly in his seat, fingers drumming his knee in a fast, irregular rhythm. His nervousness is almost palpable. Then, suddenly, he stands. Not dramatically, not abruptly—just as if he’s quietly decided he’s had enough.

- You know what’s wrong with you sky people? - he asks quietly. - You think everything has a price, and you just have to find the right one. He pauses for a heartbeat, then looks at you as if delivering a verdict. - Spare us the lecture about humans like we don’t know them!

You’re about to say something—something sarcastic, maybe another rational argument—but he beats you to it.

- I’m Lo’ak te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. That’s my brother, Neteyam. We’re sons of Jake Sully, a Sky People who became Na’vi.

His voice is firm, and the name lands in the air like a foot thudding onto sacred ground. It’s not bragging—it’s a warning.

- Lo’ak! - Neteyam hisses, staring at his brother with that exhausted, disbelieving look only older siblings know—the kind born of years of putting up with younger brothers’ bullshit. (Thankfully, you have no such experience; if you’d had a sibling, you’re pretty sure they’d be dead by now.)

- What? She said that vrrtep was her mother - Eyebrow snaps, then turns back to you. - My best friend, basically my brother— he’s human. I grew up among humans since birth, I know they’re not all rotten to the core. But you RDA bastards —you’re all disgusting, lying murder-worms.

You can see him struggling with his thoughts—his three brain cells working overtime. Maybe he’s waiting for you to yell back? You’re not even close to the same league.

- We have to discuss this with the clan - Neteyam finally says carefully, trying to ease the tension. Honestly, he’s even more of a mystery—his brother’s reaction is more natural; after all, you're supposed to be enemies. Not that they could say anything that would truly hurt you.

- Oh. I thought you picked clan representatives whose judgment you trusted - you remark, arms crossed.

Of course, Lo’ak can’t keep his mouth shut again. - We are a family with our people—everyone’s voice matters! We’re not like you.

- And that’s why you’ll lose again - you mutter cynically.

Lo’ak doesn’t respond immediately, but the tendons in his neck tighten, and the silence is louder than shouting. Pure hatred burns in his eyes.

You don’t move. You don’t apologize—why would you? You’re not about to explain yourself. You just wait for the moment to finally snap.

And then Lo’ak jumps to his feet.

- You really think you can just own anything?!” he snarls, trembling with rage.

- It’s called negotiation - you reply calmly—maybe too calmly, pouring oil on the fire. - You don’t have to accept. But you will face the consequences. And while you deliberate, we already have you in our sights.

You don’t know why, but that sentence breaks something in Lo’ak.

In one swift motion, he draws the knife hanging at his side—the blade slicing the air with a metallic flash.

Neteyam reacts instantly, shouting his name and trying to hold him back—but before he can intervene, you’ve already moved. As if pulled by a string, you draw your gas gun from your thigh holster. And though it would make sense to aim at your attacker, something in your instincts has you point it at Neteyam instead.

You didn’t even realize it—but it’s a fatal mistake. Bigger than anything you’ve ever done.

Neteyam’s face pales. His hand drops from blocking his brother, and he freezes entirely, like a deer in headlights. For a moment, his eyes widen, like he’s not seeing you—but an old day.

A hail of bullets. The sound of impacts. Blood—so much blood. And the life he almost lost once before.

He stares at you with open fear—and you can’t look away. Your survival instinct screams to focus on Lo’ak, who’s the real threat—but… you can’t tear your gaze from Neteyam. Every muscle in him is tight, but he can’t move. Just a small tremor in his throat. He forgets to breathe.

- DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE POINT A WEAPON AT MY BROTHER! - Lo’ak roars, and in one fluid, animalistic motion, he snatches the gun from your hand—and you don’t even resist. He towers over you, nearly twice your size, still holding the knife, now aimed directly at you, eyes blazing—and you don’t care. Something… familiar stirs inside you.

For a heartbeat, the three of you stand frozen in the middle of the room—you, Lo’ak, and Neteyam—all balanced on a knife’s edge from which there’s no return. The pistol falls to the floor with a dull thud, and all three of you flinch as one.

Finally, Neteyam exhales deeply and gathers himself enough to place a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

- Put it down - he whispers hoarsely, finally speaking, though he still looks like he just relived his worst trauma. (Maybe…?) - It’s okay. We need to calm down.

Lo’ak finally begins to settle, his chest rising and falling more slowly.

- Apologize - Neteyam says sharply, like a whip-crack. You’re about to snap back that you didn’t ask his psycho brother to pull a knife—but then you realize, he’s not talking to you. Eyebrow stares at him, confused.

- What? Why should I…?

- We agreed you’d act like an adult. That you wouldn’t do anything stupid - Neteyam hisses, not pleading, not soothing. Commanding. - What do you think happens if you attack Ardmore’s daughter? Do you even understand what we’re risking?

Lo’ak doesn’t answer. He just stands there, still holding the knife, but no longer strong enough to lift it. His eyes dart between you and Neteyam—anger, shame, and a childish defiance flashing across his face—but most of all, disappointment.

- Apologize - Neteyam repeats—quieter now, but with a weight that makes the air crackle under every word.

Lo’ak finally looks down, then at you, struggling with the last shreds of his pride.

- Sorry - he mutters.

It’s not a real apology. Not the way it should be. There’s anger between the words, disdain, and the clear sense that he doesn’t mean it. But still—he says it. And in this moment, it’s more than anyone could have expected from him.

Silence settles between you again, not with tension this time, but with the emptiness that follows a storm. The knife slowly lowers in his hand, and with a careless motion, he slides it back into its sheath.

Neteyam exhales wearily and looks at you—despite everything, something threatening lingers in his gaze, something far more terrifying than a blade.

- We apologize - he says with a cold, matter-of-fact nod. - My brother tends to lose his temper when provoked.

Oh? A veiled diplomatic insult? He might just impress you yet.

- I understand the importance of this matter. We’ll present it to the people accordingly. You’ll have our answer—and our terms—in two days.

You just stare at him for a moment. Your body still on high alert, nerves stretched taut—but something cracks inside you. A hairline fracture in your armor. It won’t bring the whole thing down, but it stings to know someone managed to put a dent in it. They prepare to leave, Neteyam giving a swift, tribal bow—but then, you feel an odd urge to speak.

- Neteyam... right?

The older boy pauses mid-step, his posture straightening, as if your voice were a jolt of electricity, and turns just enough to glance back over his shoulder.

You look at the map, then scribble a few more coordinates on the paper you’d slid toward them. You hand it to him.

- I trust you’ll make a reasonable decision - you say flatly.

He glances at the paper, folds it grimly, and grabbing his brother’s arm, heads for the door. Lo’ak gives you one last look—as if already planning your execution.

Two days on Pandora, and you’ve already made two sworn enemies—you pat yourself on the back. Still got it.

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annoyingttt · 19 hours ago

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My thoughts exactly!!! I think it’s very complicated.

I feel like a precise definition of “caring” for someone should be provided to discuss this properly.

Does he care about Sebastian’s feelings? Probably not. They do things to spite each other all the time and not all of them are good-natured.

Does he care about Sebastian’s opinion? Probably yes. It’s of vital importance to him to know where they stand and what to expect, but I also feel like he’s the only authority figure Ciel has/would accept. Sebastian judges his actions and gives him praise, reprimand and advice, which is something pretty much nobody else can consistently do.

Does he care about Sebastian’s wellbeing? Certainly not less than for any other of his servants’. Enough to show the malicious inhuman entity some human kindness and give him reassurance when he’s injured. It’s endearing how Ciel gives him the human treatment after he’s been revealed to have a human-like weakness. We know he would put himself between Sebastian and a weapon that could kill him. Does he do it because he cares for him as a person or as an instrument of his revenge, one might ask? But is there a difference between the two? Sebastian’s whole identity was created for this specific purpose, for this job, so maybe the two options would be somewhat synonymous.

Does caring for someone constitute wanting them by your side? Because there’s certainly plenty of that. He’s very, abnormally comfortable with physical contact of any kind and degree when it’s Sebastian, but won’t let anyone else as much as touch him. That must count for something, right? He trusts Sebastian not to hurt him, he trusts him to act in his best interests in the case, he trusts him to provide criticism of his schemes, he trusts him to tie his shoes, he trusts him to chase his nightmares away.

Things Ciel loves about Sebastian? The cooking, the way he keeps the house in order, the supernatural power he lends Ciel, the almost perfect safety he provides him, the way he can show Sebastian off to other people, and I’m sure he values his insight and wit on some level. Probably the companionship as well. Sebastian is the only person/creature who doesn’t see him as lesser for being a child, and doesn’t pity him for what happened to him even though he knows all of it, and he’s the one who knows the most of Ciel’s elusive actual self under his million roles, masks and facades. Ciel can’t be completely sincere even with him, not about some things, but that’s as close as it ever gets for him. What’s the feeling that you get for such a person?

Ciel is also the only person who knows the real Sebastian - or what he thinks is the real Sebastian. Still, that’s the closest anyone knows him. Both Earl Ciel Phantomhive and butler Sebastian Michaelis were born at the same moment in same room and haven’t left each other’s side ever since.

The things Ciel hates about Sebastian? Everything The attitude, the way he’s an eternal proof of Ciel’s sin and a reminder of what happened, the games Sebastian plays with him which I think Ciel both despises and enjoys on some level, the fact that Sebastian knows him better than anyone (when he uses it to Ciel’s detriment), and the fact that he will be Ciel’s death, naturally. Although I wouldn’t be surprised if Ciel was passively suicidal and therefore didn’t condemn Sebastian for being a threat to his life, looking forward to it.

In summary, I think it’s impossible to give their relationship a description as cut-and-dry as “Ciel cares/doesn’t care about Sebastian” because that could mean literally anything. But I do think that is the most important, emotionally charged, high-stakes relationship in Ciel’s life. And he feels in lots of different, conflicting ways about it, and the way he acts on these feelings depends greatly on the situation.

I’ve been meaning to give a shoutout to @sebastian-ciel-mutual-bullying for writing my absolute favourite note post about their relationship. I have it saved in my “favourites” folder and memorised, and I believe it’s a perfect description of what they are to each other.

people often discuss whether Sebastian genuinely cares about Ciel or not, but I find it interesting that the reverse is never discussed- does Ciel care about Sebastian?

I guess there's more to discuss when it comes to Sebastian because whether he is actually capable of emotions or not is up for debate. Whereas Ciel, as a human, obviously is- so do we just take it granted that he probably cares about Sebastian, at least to an extent?

hmm. I have some thoughts so I might write a longer post on it soon. I'd like to hear opinions!

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keferon · 3 months ago

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May I ask what were the best transformers media you ever saw/read?

Well Transformers Prime, Transformers 1986 and IDW comics are having the first place that’s for sure

And then the second place is kind of shared by Fall of Cybertron, Exodus, Prime wars trilogy, Robots in disguise(2001) and Transformers One.

The third place goes to G1, Animated, Earthspark, Armada, War for Cybertron Netflix series, Aligned Robots in disguise, Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts and Cyberverse because I only liked some little parts of them.

And then I also saw some of the Bay movies, Victory and Headmasters and didn’t like them at all.

Separate first place for J-Decker. It is not exactly Transformers but it is a show about giant robots and I loved it

#call me weird for placing cheap ugly shows above Earthspark and Animated #but the thing is #I have when the whole narrative revolves around human kids #*hate #I’m allergic to them #Prime wars trilogy had one of the worst face rigs I ever saw #but it also had Overlord teaming up with evil Rodimus and Megatron being funniest mf alive #Armada is straight up infuriating imma be honest #Armada is like #Au where all the weapons work only once and then just create some glitter #I actually have SO many thoughts on Armada. like. as a writer #the way they keep reusing the same plot 3000 times is borderline impressive #OH War for Cybertron from Netflix was such an experience!#It was so painfully boring and stupid sometimes #but the other times. ooooouuufff. The scene where some nameless decepticon gives Megatron a little tour to show him how him and his friends #-work so hard for the cause??? THAT SHIT HIT HARD #….also I pretty much only like the Quintesson apocalypse arc from the entire Cyberverse #Transformers Victory is fun until you actually hear them speaking #the concept of Star Saber adopting a human child and raising him and then #going to human school as his legal guardian being like ‘yeah sure I can sign all your tiny ass documents’#it’s hilarious but unfortunately all the writers of that anime were snorting cocaine because WHY all the characters talk like that #Animated was fun for me only near the end. Idk what to say. I’m not a fan of any drama centered around humans #things got interesting when Cybertronian government got involved #Earthspark is WHOLE giant topic ahahah. I liked Twitch. sometimes. I also liked Grimlock while he had voice lines. Prowl was fun.#everything else needs and essay haha I don’t wanna annoy anyone #OH I also watching Tf Cybertron right now and this shit is UGLY. they have NO RIGS. THEY HAVE ONE EXPRESSION EACH #but for some fucked up reason I love it. they got the guy named Landmine who only can have (-_-) face.#their Megatron actually respects Starscream so far and regularly gives him positive reinforcement??? I heard words ‘excellent job Starscrea #and went WAIT WHAT #Anyway. If you ask me to ramble about media you get a word tsunami. I have a lot to share

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birthclod · 3 months ago

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thinking about ch0mpkin's evil evbo post (evilbo, if you will) and going "How can I align this with My Interests (the axes)" and the answer is Very easily actually

#thoughts in tags.....#when the cookie crumbles #pciv #pvp civilization #you know. evbo leaving behind everything he knows for his friend and going along with The Plan #constantly telling himself its for the greater good its for the greater good #but the longer he goes on the worse it gets #and both tabi and clown force him to stop diagetically monologuing somehow because otherwise he'll blow their cover #so he just gets quieter and quieter and withdraws more and more #to the point where even tabi is thinking like “damn maybe i Should've killed him in sword civ...” but he's here now #another thing is i think evbo would 100% buy and sneak another video journal machine out and when tabi finds out she Flips Her Lid #clown is less concerned because he wasn't With them so he doesn't know like tabi does that he spends So Much Time On This Shit #not knowing that (like minute said) video journaling is the biggest reason evbo is able to take in so much new info and maintain himself #and if they straight up take it away from him he's going to get Even Worse #i think clown doesn't see it as much of an issue despite tabi's major objections because he'd literally be talking about their plan On Air #and that tape goes somewhere and is Seen by someone (plus if someone else sees their cover is gone cuz video journals are sword only)#but in his eyes that means the only people who will ever see it are the diamond swords in their ivory tower who can't leave anyways #so why worry? if anything it shows them what they're (the axes) doing to their (the swords) little golden boy and they can't stop it #another thing i thought about is that they would definitely hold killing evbo over his head like. Constantly #and evbo's fear of dying isn't the same because he never died to tabi's axe so he doesn't know zam is waiting for him (which is also funny)#so instead it takes a spin of tabi saying “ill kill you and let you respawn in sword civ and you'll stay there with your regrets”#because even if zam Wasn't still waiting for him he kinda ditched the diamond swords so uh... kinda lost your sense of kinship there #a-NOTHER point of interest: guardfriend #since guards can access all civilizations they'd definitely want to take advantage of his connections and relation with evbo #especially since unless evbo spills the beans he most likely wouldn't know the eternal sword was taken and tabi is the one who took it #let alone that she (and clown by extension‚ but to throw off suspicion he doesn't show up around guard) is a natural born axr #so they can defo use what trust those two have to get places easier #but if he ends up getting in the way... [makes a chopping gesture across my throat]#could even do it in Front of evbo as an example of what happens to those who stand between them and their mission #holy shit this is the first time ive ever hit 30 tags. wtf

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runebears · 9 months ago

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sorry im just thinking about bcs but like. why not add a few smaller scenes of gus interacting with his own men? why does it seem like, in comparison, mike is almost immediately elevated to a higher status than those two in bcs purely because we actually get to see him having normal conversations with gus? like i understand they might not keep the plot moving as well because of the fact obviously if victor is currently doing something it’s because gus told him to etc. but for the most part all of the smaller interactions gus does have with those two ends up being in a somewhat high stress situation where it feels very tense between everyone. and it’s just like damn! is it always like that?? why do those two even care that much about their jobs if their boss is a bit of a dick? etc. i think even an additional scene or two with those guys (either alone or the both of them) talking with gus in a more normal situation could’ve both added a bit more depth into how gus treats his employees (we got a lot with how he treats lyle and co., but not a whole lot with the illegal side of things), how comfortable vic and tyrus feel around him in a calmer setting, and exactly why they both feel the need to be as loyal as they are to the guy.

and also on the other side of this i don't think it'd hurt to maybe elaborate on their pay just a bit..? i'm not saying to randomly put a number out into the atmosphere but i just mean some smaller things like. do they buy nicer things for themselves? what's their housing situation? what's their car situation? are the escalade / yukon their own vehicles or does gus just use those two for business situations? do they use them when they're doing their own stuff off the clock or do they have their own cars? etc. that can also help with understanding their motivations a bit. don't get me wrong i don't think they should be visibly rich or something because that's not what gus would want but just smaller things! cause it's easy to write their loyalty off as Well they probably get paid super well, which i'm sure is true, but if they don't show a single hint of that then what's the point. even something as simple as giving tyrus a nice watch, or maybe victor having a nicer looking gun, etc. something small like that. because as it stands right now the average 41 year old viewer who watched the show once only knows and will only ever know victor and tyrus as those two guys in the background who do random stuff for gus with no clear motivation. just the personification of "On it boss (salute emoji)". and to be honest this is true for a whole lot of fans who do watch the show multiple times and enjoy thinking about it more in depth, because on screen we barely have anything about the two.

and to be clear i'm not trying to say we should have an episode just for them or something like no i understand they're side characters. i understand we don't need all that. and i understand this is also primarily Jimmy's show. but it's not like these two are on the same level as like, arlo or paige and kevin etc. these guys have been around since brba. victor was literally introduced in the same episode gus was. and they are a huge part of gus's story, especially in brba. s4 wouldn't have been what it was without victor and tyrus. and in bcs, ignacio's situation wouldn't have been the same if it weren't for victor and tyrus as well. and i just personally believe that if their goal with gus in bcs was to go back and elaborate on how everything came to be and show what he was like a few years younger, they could've dragged victor and tyrus into that. and i think his character would've benefited from taking that extra step with those two.

#gray.txt #and you know. obviously i personally have my own clear ideas of everything. and i'm content with what i got. this isn't coming from a place #of Well victor is my favorite guy so everything should be about him LOL. i know what he is.#but thats only because i spent like what? 2 years now watching random interviews and analyzing the smallest details within the show that #genuinely meant nothing while they were writing the scripts. and then throwing some random ideas at the wall to see if they stick.#and i just dont think everybody should have to do that LOL. and i think gus's character gets a lot more interesting #when do you do have this clear idea of victor and tyrus in your head and how he interacts with them. but 99% of people dont have that!#nobody fucking knows everything giancarlo and vince ever said about box cutter. nobody knows about the interview where giancarlo referred t #his entire business (meth and restaurant) as his 'family'. and they'd never think of that in those terms #because with the exception of his restaurant workers and mike #it feels like he HATES them LMAO.#tldr all i'm saying is i think we could've benefited from at least one 1 minute long scene of victor and gus exchanging words #where it doesn't end in gus snapping the phone in half out of anger. and also let tyrus speak his mind and have gus agree with him once #also yeah sorry this is all over the place but it is somehow the most coherent i have felt in months so this is as good as its getting sorr #sorry .#also to be clear about my earlier statement that’s a lie my idea of those two is not clear in my head whatsoever i just meant in comparison #to literally the average viewer. and my own personal thoughts about them aren’t even true it’s just opinions and guesses.#and i love a character that i can just say shit about but at the same time i think it’s fun to have idk something in the source material #that you can actually use while thinking and not have to dig around 11 year old reddit AMAs #and that money paragraph sort of came out of order what i meant by saying all that is like #i feel those two could benefit from a clear motivation for why they do all the things they do #and if we have neither personal reasons nor monetary reasons then it just makes them feel like one dimensional henchmen or something #came out of no where* not order you dumb fuck (< me)#also it doesn’t have to be clear in our faces or anything whatever you know what i’m saying . this is too long i can’t keep elaborating

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