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today marks the first time in my whole life that iâve filled an entire notebook and it feels strangely satisfying
#itâs full of fics btw#or parts of them#so many of them are still trapped in paper only holy shit#like at least 5 of the yandere sf9 reactions are there#barista hannie pt2#bits of requests#random reactions#pt2 to a fic that doesnât have pt1#just thinking about transferring it all into electronic form makes me wanna cry lmao#but hey at least i was writing#and have something like a book to show it lmaooo#anyway im proud#also somehow the first and the last person i wrote fic for there is minghao lmao#e's nonsense
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Kara has always dreaded the day sheâd meet her soulmate.Â
Thereâs relief in knowing she has one, of course. The person meant for her didnât die with Krypton. Thatâs something! Even still, itâs hard to feel excited for the moment they meet, because thatâs the moment Kara will hurt them. Sheâs had their exclamation of pain inked into her skin for as long as sheâs been on Earth. In some ways itâs better. Most people have phrases like âgood morningâ or âhold the door pleaseâ as their soulmateâs first words. They have to endure hundreds of almosts, breath held just in case that stranger really is the one. Kara wonât have to do that. Her words are far too distinct.
It's agony, thinking about how their meeting will go. She spends years imagining every possible scenario, each one more painful than the last, yet the day it happens she barely even registers it. The words wash right over her, drowned out by the loud crack as her hand makes sudden contact with a stranger's face. The telltale crunch of contact shocks her. She hadn't registered anyone was there during her dramatic retelling, otherwise she would have kept her gestures small. She wouldn't have flung her hand out with such force.
The woman she's hit is hunched over, clutching at her face. She gasped loud and sharp when it hit, and now she's just wheezily breathing in shock. Kara can see blood starting to drip down her wrist.
âDid you," the woman gasps, and her voice sounds wet. "Did you just break my nose?â Kara wants to die.
âIâm so sorry! Are you okay? I am so sorry!â
People are looking at them and the woman keeps cursing under her breath and Kara really, really doesnât know what to do. Her hands hover uselessly over the hunched figure, desperate to soothe but scared to touch in a moment like this. âI didnât mean to â I was telling a story and I got too excited with my hands I guess, I didnât see you there. Are you- can I-â
She looks to Alex for guidance, but sheâs just staring at the interaction with a wide-eyed wonder. Typically her sister knows what to do in a scary situation, but now sheâs looking just as clueless. Theyâre both barely awake at this point â itâs six in the morning and theyâve been at this airport terminal since midnight, miserably watching their red eye flight push into a mid-day departure. Theyâre both half-delirious, which is fun when youâre goofing off but less so when youâve just broken a strangerâs nose.Â
And then it hits her. The words sheâs carried on her arm for so many years are tingling, she realizes, and theyâve been tingling from the second her skin met the girlâs.Â
Did you did you just break my nose?
âOh wow,â Kara says, dumbfounded. âItâs you.â The woman falls silent. She must be realizing too Kara thinks as she fumbles with her sleeve, pushing it up enough to show her inked arm. The woman's eyes drop to the tattoo that's brought such shame to Kara for so long. She feels her eyes like a touch. âI â Iâm so happy to meet you! Iâm so sorry it happened like this.â She laughs and it sounds strained. Her hands are shaking. The woman doesn't look up from her arm.
Even hunched over in pain, it's clear the woman is beautiful. Important, even, considering how she's dressed. She's dressed like she's en route to lead a business conference, her tight black skirt and matching blazer scream business professional. Though the effects are tampered a bit by the splattering of blood thatâs dripped down her white blouse. Kara wonders how old she is to be dressed like that. She must be older to look like that. At nearly nineteen, Kara has never had anything more than a graduation to dress nicely for, and even then she wore her stained dress pants. This woman - her soulmate - must be much older than her, which feels strange to think. She looks Kara's age, maybe even younger. If not for how clearly tailored to her body her clothes are, she'd almost look like she was playing dress up.
Kara feels self-conscious then, sharply aware of how she must look to her soulmate. As smart as it felt to come to the airport in pajamas for her all-night flight, standing in rubber duck pajama pants while trying to have a conversation with her goddess of a soulmate did little for Kara's confidence.
When Karaâs eyes finally track back up to her face, she finds sharp green ones staring back. They're the prettiest eyes she's ever seen, and they don't seem interested in looking away. That's fine with her - she's more than content to stare right back.
It's only the soft plop of blood hitting tile that draws her attention back to her crime, and she can see the way the woman's hands have become covered in blood. "Oh gosh, here - let meâŠâ  Kara fumbles in her backpack for a moment with no clear plan. All she knows is she has to do something to fix this. She fumbles about before pulling out a clean t-shirt. âHere. For the-â She holds it out to the girl and gestures at her own face. Slowly, like sheâs scared Kara might grab her or something, the woman takes the offered shirt. She wipes the blood from her face and hands, dabbing beneath her nose. The bleeding seems to have stopped, at least, and the shirt helps contain what's escaped. Watching a stranger wipe blood on her high school band t-shirt shouldnât thrill Kara as much as it does, and yet.
Kara laughs again, the sound nervous and high-pitched, before taking a step towards her. Her soulmateâs eyes go wide, tracking her movements, and Kara's heart clenches when she steps away. The rapid race of her soulmate's heart beats into Kara's ear - she can literally hear her fear. She holds her hands up in surrender, stepping back to where sheâd been before. The last thing she wants is for her to be afraid. âDoes it hurt?â she asks, and her soulmate shakes her head no. âThatâs good. Thatâs good. I- uh." She has nothing more to say, and her soulmate's certainly not contributing. Karaâs palms are sweating. She hasnât sweat since she was thirteen, but one look from this person has her rubbing her hands on her pajama pants like a middle schooler at a dance.
The woman finishes wiping up and lets her arms fall, blessing Kara with her first real look at her face. Bloodied and skittish, sheâs beautiful in a way Kara can hardly comprehend, in a way she could never imagine. Kara's pretty sure she's blushing now for some reason, and she has to flex her toes to be sure sheâs still touching the ground. âMy nameâs Kara,â she says, and then gestures over her shoulder. âThatâs my sister Alex. Weâre flying home for winter break. Midvale - Midvale is home for us. Where- where are you flying to?â
The woman stares and stares, and Kara's starting to panic thinking she'd given her soulmate a head injury that's muted her somehow, when at last the woman speaks just barely above a whisper.
âHome,â she says. It feels like her heart might burst just from hearing that one stilted word. Kara wants to hear a thousand more, wants to hear nothing else for the rest of her life.
âThatâs awesome. W-whereâs home for you?â The woman's lip trembles as she opens her mouth, closes it, and then opens it again.
 âIâm sorry,â she says, and then throws the t-shirt at Karaâs face.Â
Kara fumbles catching it, distracted by the shock and gross factor of having a blood-soaked shirt hurled at her face, and it takes her far too many precious seconds to realize her soulmate is gone. Bewildered, Kara looks around before just catching sight of her vanishing around the corner, high heels and racing heart clattering away. She looks at Alex. Alex waves at her, frantic. âGo!â Alex yells, and Kara takes off.
Pretending to be a human has never been harder than it is while chasing after her soulmate. Normal human pace - especially what's acceptable at an airport - is not fast enough for this, not when the woman has already gotten so far ahead. Kara must look ridiculous, bursting into sprints only to trip suddenly into a walk over and over again, her ears locked on to the thudding heartbeat and faint whispers of her soulmate mumbling, âcrap crap crap crap,â ahead.
Karaâs thankful theyâre in an airport, at least. Her soulmate canât just run outside, and Kara is fine embracing the romcom trope of following her love onto the plane. Her soulmate stops moving ahead and Kara speeds up, nearly wiping out twice tripping over luggage and small children. Her heart is in her throat as she clears the corner her soulmate is behind and pushes her way into the door she's passed through. All the wind knocks out of her lungs then when she sees her again. The woman looks up at her in shock, as if she didn't think Kara would chase her. As if Kara would just let her go. With a visible gulp, her soulmate flees around a corner and disappears out of sight. Kara manages a single step forward before a body blocks her way, and she looks up to see a massive security guard staring down at her.
âMembership card, please.â
Kara tries to peer around him. He steps in her way, cutting her vision off. Her soulmate led her into some private place you can't just walk into, she realizes, glancing around at the sleek appearance and exclusive atmosphere. âI- uh, left my card in my other bag,â she says, gesturing back over her shoulder. She can hear her soulmateâs breathing and it's all she can focus on. Sheâs right there. Just out of sight. Kara is so close. âIâm afraid you need your card to enter the fly lounge,â he says sternly. He starts pushing gently at her, trying to nudge her back out of the sliding glass door sheâs come in. Kara almost forgets to let him move her. âI- Iâm sorry, someone I need to talk to just went in there and I-â She stops in the doorway, hand firm on the wall. She can hear the way the guard huffs against her solid pressure. Sheâs not acting very human right now and she knows it.
âIâm gonna have to ask you to leave, maâam," he says, pushing more forcefully against her. Forceful enough that she knows she has to move even as all her instincts war against it. âCan- can I buy a membership? Like a day pass or something?â
The guard looks over at the front desk, making eye contact with a woman who looks like she would rather watch Kara be flayed alive than allowed another step inside.
âA day membership is $189 plus tax,â she whines out in a nasally voice, tone making clear she already knows Kara wonât be affording that. Which is accurate. Kara barely has enough to buy a meal.Â
Looks like her soulmate is rich, then.
The man nudges her back again and a flash of panic echoes through her chest. For a moment, she envisions herself throwing him out the open door, tossing aside anything or anyone that tries to keep her from her future. But sheâs already scared her soulmate enough for one day, so she smiles with forced bashfulness and allows herself to be walked back out of the lounge.
The frosted glass door marked High Flyers Club Lounge shuts her out mockingly. But itâs fine! Eventually her soulmateâs flight time will be here and sheâll have no choice but to come out and face her. Kara just has to be patient. (Kara hates being patient.)
She takes a seat against the wall across from the lounge entrance. Her glasses rest low on her nose as she stares her soulmate, soaking in every inch of her as she paces in the luxurious lounge. Her heart is racing, she seems on the edge of a panic attack, and Kara wants desperately to be in there with her talking her down. But she canât, so sheâs left to watch â at least until the girl steps into the private restroom. She stops watching after that. Instead, she settles down to listen to the comforting beat of her soulmateâs heart, closer now than itâs ever been.
Her mind wanders as she waits, mentally reviewing every moment of their interaction. Considering where she failed, where she succeeded. Making lists about what to say to her next. She never got her name, for one thing, and she still doesnât know where her home is. Thereâs so much for her to learn.
Her mental meandering is so consuming that it takes her a bit to realize the heartbeat has moved farther away. At first she thinks her soulmate is just moving around the club, but no- sheâs moving away from the airport.  A quick glance through walls shows her that her soulmate isnât in the club anymore. The heartbeat is elevating, she realizes, and Kara runs to the glass wall just in time to see the plane - small, private, with an apparent access point from within the lounge â take off.Â
Horror and confusion overwhelm her, bringing tears to her eyes. This doesn't make sense. Why would she just leave without saying a word? Why would her soulmate do that? It's almost unbearable, the pain of it. She doesnât know how long she stands there, face pressed to the glass, listening as the heartbeat grows quieter and quieter before vanishing all together.
Kara learns a lot about grief after that.Â
She knew a lot already â far more than any one person should ever know â but that grief carried a different weight. The loss of her people wasn't a choice by them. They didn't want to die. The loss of her soulmate is its own beast, sharp and cruel in her heart, because this time the person she mourns chose to abandon her. Her soulmate chose to leave. She saw Kara that morning and decided that one look was enough, that Kara wasn't worth any more of her time. She left her there with nothing but a bloody t-shirt and a thousand questions. Kara never even learned her name.
She goes through the stages â she feels her anger burning out in her eyes, feels the sorrow take hold. She denies it, she bargains with everyone, anyone. She calls the Flyerâs Club, tries calling the FAA. She tracks flight logs and makes cold calls and still finds nothing at all. She writes about it on soulmate websites and Medium articles, casting a wide net so that someday when â if, her mind reminds her. if if if - her soulmate ever looks sheâll be able to find her. Â
Time dulls the sharpness, though, and the years shift that rejected feeling into a more muted anger. Kara doesn't care about the love lost. She doesn't care if the person is her other half. All she cares about is the anger. Finding her feels more like a hunt than a quest for love â sheâs got a lot to say to the other woman when they finally meet again. She just wants one more meeting, thatâs all. Just enough time to tell her exactly where she can go. Kara doesnât need a soulmate, after all. Her life is full of love and joy and adventure, and she doesnât need another person to complete her. She graduates college with a degree in English, minor in Journalism â her attempts to track down her soulmate really ignite the journalistic bug in her, and with Clarkâs constant encouragement it feels inevitable. She moves to a big city despite her small-town fears and she gets a job almost no one survives. Kara is thriving.
It almost shocks her, then, the way her heart trips over itself when she sees her again.
Theyâre watching the trial, her and Alex, and Alex is halfway through a lecture on how sheâd always known Lex Luthor was evil by the way he wore his pants â (âGood guys donât wear their pants that high, Kara, itâs common sense.â) â when Kara's nerves jolt like a lightning bolt has rushed through her. Her gasp is so sharp Alex screams almost in sympathy.Â
âWhat? What is it?â Alex yells at her, looking around for some danger lurking nearby. Kara tumbles to the floor practically crawling to the television screen. Someone new has taken the stand, someone she'd recognize anywhere.
âAlex,â she says, jamming her finger against the somewhat grainy image projected on her television. âIt's her.â âWhat!â âMy soulmate!" Kara knows it like she knows herself, even after all this time. She looks different. Six years of struggle sit clear in her hard gaze, her mouth twisted into solemn resignation. She looks almost casual on the stand, sitting comfortably despite the eyes of the world on her. Like it's just a regular conversation. Like sheâs not about to help send her brother to prison for life. âLena Luthor, sister of the defendantâ reads the helpful banner beneath her grim face. Even after everything, Kara is struck by her. She's breathtaking. Kara kind of hates her for it. âHold on, thatâs- you barely even saw her when you met! You donât know for sure.â Alex sounds desperate, which is fair. The younger sister of the man who tried to kill Superman is certainly not an ideal soulmate for someone like Kara, but it doesn't matter. It's her. âIâm sure,â she says, and feels the truth of it deep in her bones.
A giggle hits her then that's so inappropriate for the moment it makes her feel crazy, but she can't help it. As Lena Luthor begins to explain the piles of evidence sheâs gathered against her brother, Kara giggles away. She feels almost drunk on it, smug and satisfied. âFound you,â she says, almost like a taunt. She drags her finger over the screen, feeling the static of her ancient television biting back at her as she caresses Lena Luthor's face. The anger thatâs long settled inside of her seems to reignite with every charged word Lena speaks against her brother, with every glance she makes at the camera. She can feel Alexâs nervous energy behind her but she doesnât care. The politics of this, the implications - none of it matters to Kara. What matters is she has a name, and she has a general location. She's so close she can practically taste it. âSee you soon, soulmate,â Kara whispers, and for a second it feels almost like Lena is staring right back.
#Hey man here's a soulmate au that burst out of my brain and demanded to exist#this will probably end up on ao3 but I want to write another chapter at least before that#also this follows my standard formula that I love but rarely see in soulmate aus#where one (or ideally both) of them are like HEY ACTUALLY NO THANKS and try like hell to deny the deep and inevitable drag of destiny#mine#supercorp
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Now I want to see the losers club. :)
Are you referring to the ACTUAL Losers' Club (aka the Stephen King's Losers Club) or my band of completely unlucky morons ? Whichever the case, you're getting more N2 Squad x)
Here's some random doodles I did to try and get their dynamics for an attempt at fanfic.
(With a very self-indulgent side of Jamil & Ruggie)
#Jamil day 1: Am I allowed to banter with two royalties? Am I really?#Jamil day 100: Hey Kitty-cat; come get your wet food!#Leona having to force both his workaholic boyfriends to REST because they'd sooner drop dead than take a nap#I'm all for Leona dragging others into his daily naps#Jamil forcing himself to ask for help#that one's the hardest for him haha#I have a lot of thoughts about those three#I wish I could write it properly#instead I draw tiny doodles in the corner of my pages#N2 squad#forevernumbertwogang#forevernumbertwosquad#the loser squad#at least they have each other#mello's drawings#twisted wonderland#twst#art#my art#jamil viper#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#ruggie bucchi#request#leojami week 2024#leojami week#leojami#leovil#JaVil?#ask me anything
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â - but have you ever considered, I donât know, not sucking all the time? Just a thought.â
It takes the combined grips of Nuisance and Hound to keep the wriggling, snarling body beneath Fox from throwing him off its back. With three yearsâ practice of having to fix his own rickety desk chair over and over again, the movement merely ruffles the proverbial fringe on his helmet.
âAnd I donât mean that as an insult, necessarily. Well, I do a little bit. But also I have some amount of empathy for the no doubt immense amounts of trauma that had to go into the creation of something so dysfunctional as you, on a very personal level, so have you considered going to the root of that in a way thatâs like⊠useful? Instead of wasting it all on kriffing Kenobi, I mean. Look at the guy. All he does all day is drink tea and commit warcrimes. I bet he knits for fun. Bit of an embarrassing nemesis, donât you think?â
âIâ, says Kenobi, then pauses. The space between his eyebrows is creased with uncertainty, and he looks deeply torn between continuing rocking the shaking Duchess of Mandalore against his chest from his corner of the throne room and re-activating his lightsaber to continue losing his fight against the Darksider Fox is currently sitting on. âI feel like I should object to some part of that, but Iâm not entirely clear on what. Or how this happened, again. Isnât Mandalore a few star systems from your purview, Commander?â
âProbably the warcrimesâ, mutters Nuisance underneath his strained breath.
âAbout as far from my supposed assignment as yours, Generalâ, says Fox a little louder.
Kenobi twitches. Fox cannot claim to know which of them does it. Both, maybe. Probably.
âI will - taste - your - flesh!â, heaves out Darth Maul, snarling and hissing.
âOooh, kinky!â, calls Grids, from the corner where sheâs got her stun-setting aimed at the other Zabrak, currently passed out cold. Fox sighs deeply. He knew he shouldnât have taken those three - any combination of Grids, Hound and Nuisance in a room together usually spelled chaos.
Unfortunately, it also spelled competence. The Basic alphabet can be funny that way.
The point being: as of some months into the war, one of Foxâs assigned tasks is the surveillance of all GAR-wide communication. All command-class staff theoretically got that memo, but no one seems to have read the fine print where that includes both professional and personal communication, as well as any and all comm devices registered or suspected to be registered to that person. Especially not one Anakin Skywalker and PadmĂ© Amidala.
The point further being, if that sounds both immensely impractical and sort of terrifying in a democratic supposedly non-surveillance state, youâd be bang on the credits, and to Foxâ eternal chagrin the singular person in this whole useless army whoâs spent the second of thinking necessary for that conclusion.
The final point being, when one frantic Generalâs mad dash across the Galaxy to rescue his teenage sweetheart from the spectre of his supposedly dead nemesis crosses his desk on its way to the Chancellorâs inbox, it doesnât take much time for him to block any and all trace of it across the digital space of the GAR commboard and take matters into his own hands.
â - which is why I told Thorn to suck it up and be in charge for a few days, and also why youâre still alive, your Highness, very welcome, was no trouble at allâ, he concludes, drily. The Duchess stares the wide-eyed look of someone attempting to reconcile clones with âsentienceâ or perhaps âpersonalityâ in her head, but wonât say it outright.
Or the look of someone whoâs just been violently overthrown and nearly murdered, perhaps, Fox allows.
âUm -â, Kenobi hedges, blinking rapidly.
âAnd the reason youâre still alive, probably. Youâre welcome for that too, by the wayâ, Grids calls from the back of the throne room, cheekily.
âAlrightâ, says Kenobi, loudly. Thereâs color back in his deathly-pale cheeks, Fox notes, even if that color is a lot of red. It doesnât fade very gracefully into his beard. âOpinions on whether or not I had everything under control notwithstanding -â
âYou really didnâtâ, Hound supplies helpfully.
â - opinions notwithstanding, I am admittedly still lost on why youâre now sitting on Darth Maul and attempting to, to - jeer at him, Marshall Commander!â
âWeâre not jeering, weâre trying to create a safe space and lay the groundwork for more open communicationâ, Fox says, primly.
Maul screams into the ground, attempting for the umpteenth time to rear up and visit great violence upon Fox, which admittedly has him rattling in his crosslegged seat atop his back.
Kenobi raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. âSafe space?â
âHeâs restrained and not stabbing anyone, I personally feel much safer than beforeâ, Grids muses. âWatch the teeth though, Hound. Little biter.â
Indeed. Foxâs right greave will have to be replaced posthaste.
âAnd anyways, the point isnât to jeer at him, itâs to make clear that heâs focusing his energy in the wrong places and could be doing much better things with his admittedly not-great lifeâ, Fox adds, shifting to cast a pointed look down at Maul. The Sith is panting open-mouthed into the durasteel floor, sharp teeth gnashing wildly as his piercing yellow eyes shine with barely restrained rage. âIâm just saying - aim higher. You arenât seeing the forest for the Kenobis, Maul. Can I call you Maul?â
âI will feed you your own entrailsâ, yowls Maul.
âSee, thatâs exactly what Iâm talking about. Right now, Iâm an easy target to focus all that built-up rage on, but is killing me really going to help you achieve any of your goals? No! Think about it - when it all comes down to it, who sent you on that mission to Naboo in the first place? Who made sure the Jedi and, by extension, Kenobi would be there to kill you? Who used you as a dejarik piece and then cast you aside the second you outlived your usefulness?â
Beneath him, Maul slowly stills in his struggle, still panting heavily. Hound and Nuisance donât let it deter them in their vigilance, because theyâre damn good vodâe and possess an ounce of common sense.
âAnd, look, I get it. I could spend the rest of my life punching every civilian who spits on me in the streets and it would even be satisfying. I could hit back the Senators who think of clones as easy targets. Or - I can aim my sights at whoâs on top. And I think you know who I mean, because you know as well as I do the same damn man has ruined both our lives.â
Kenobi makes an alarmed noise, and Maul an interested one - not that Fox is going to let him walk out of this place awake. Still, he tilts his head in a way he hopes conveys his helmeted grin successfully to non-vod, as well as the bloodlust behind it. âYouâre also welcome for the fact that the Chancellor wonât have heard of your spontaneous resurrection yet, by the way. Youâll retain your element of surprise instead of gambling it away on petty revenge on Kenobi.â
âHe cut me in half!â
âHe killed my master!â
Fox waves their protests away.
âAlso, thatâs treason!â, Kenobi adds, sputtering. Fox grins. Kenobi purses his lips, and continues. petulantly, ââŠdo you have any proof?â
âSo. Much. Proofâ, says Nuisance, dreamily. âLike, do you want it alphabetically or by date?â
Which is when the Duchess, of all people, bursts out into barking, crazed laughter.
âYou - youâve certainly given yourself an edge in that fight, Marshall Commanderâ, she wheezes, brushing tears from her eyes. Fox raises his eyebrows at her, which she somehow seems to be able to tell, because she gestures at the clunky handle dangling from his belt.
âWhat, this old thing?â He unclasps the black rectangle from its hook, holding it up in the air. Maul stills strangely beneath him, and Kenobi goes ghostly pale again. Fox is starting to get a bad feeling.
âI took it off Viszla and beat him over the head with it. I figured heâd taken it off a Jedi cadet or something. What? Why are you looking at me like that?â
#sw tcw fic idea#commander fox#sergeant hound#obi wan kenobi#satine kryze#darth maul#savage oppress#corrie oc nuisance#corrie oc grids#corrie guard deserves better#darth maul deserves⊠murder?#fox does not find the revelation that he is technically mandâalor very funny. unfortunately everyone else does#sw equivalent of taking deadbeat relatives (mandalorians) to court (becoming their spiritual and somewhat legal sovereign) for child suppor#(recognizing their sentience)#oh the poetic irony of jango fettâs least willing and most feral clone succeeding him#the only person who hates it more than he would is fox#cody is on thin ice. why fox wants to bum it off on him? well heâd do an okay job probably and it would be funny#but back to darth maul yes iâm making fox collect all darksiders#seduced to the sort of light side by goverment coups and political assassination#they might even become âfriendsâ some day if friends means reluctant allies of convenience who sometimes try to tear eachothers throats out#maul may have a bit of a crush#so does savage#hey chat is tasing someone a good wooing tactic? asks grids#grids my love#one of these days i will write out a full introduction scene for my girl even though iâve spoiled her full name in tags#yeah iâm definitely messing up this cw arc but consider: i donât care#fs in the chat for obi wan kenobi whoâs having possibly the worst day of everyone in this#and heâs not even the one whose sister made him a political prisoner and then tried to kill him by association#will kal skirata be first in line to back fox for mandâalor? maybe. will the nulls bring him the separatist councils heads in bags?#duh
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they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think
#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#lg doodles#i drew this a few days ago but im so tired after work ngl . sittingnin bed like =__= ..#and im visiting family this weekend so idek if ill get to it until next weekend#but ya i love them i loge them so much#i love the tension in atots right after stanford comes back#and hes like writing sll this shit ab stan in the journal#while learning that he stole his identity and so on and stans like hey so i did this rly selfless thing for u can you at least#acknowledge it and they r just stewing in their own anger đ#actually i love their dynamic so much . the arguing as they mimic each other 1:1 and rhe animosity and#ykw im gna make another post but the grammar stanley scene is my favorite#magbe its not post worthy nvm idc but thats probably one of my fav interactions in the whole series#its so stupid that u know its real HELPPlike yeah that rly isnjust how it is . in fact ive done more over less đ«¶#HAHAHAHAH#ugh.love . lovee i wish#i dont think gf needs a continuation im totally in the 2 season boat here#but if they ever did a post series stan and ford exploration ohhh believe . trust tht i would not shut up ab it ever#i want to see them talk so bad . im so greedy bc i feel like they didnt talk enough in the series bc im partial 2 them i just want them in#everything .#i think their personalities are so fun esp bc ford isnt the annoying nerd archetype i like that hes a cocky bitch#and i like that stan is an equally cocky bitch and they both have too much pride that they butt heads over literally everythjng#but they also recognize how ridiculous it all is like đ. even when theyre fighting over the journal they both r like ok pause r u ok#hmm.. so many ppl here capture their dynamic well too.đat least the people who dont generalize either into a single personality trait yk#imso tired im tired#but guys i love talking ab ford and stan theybr so everything to me in ways i dnt think incould ever articulate like u see them and u just g#get it . ugh. turning my head and passing out . ford is so funny hes so stupid i love him i cant bekieve i was a ford hater im sorry ive#atoned im changed im a changed oerson i didnt realize the magnitude of his serve .but stanley as my day 1 will never change . just know .(k#idk if anyonf ever reads this fsr down but if u r here say cheeseeđžđž
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listen im ace and im pro kink at pride and whatever, but the way some of yall are wording your posts in response to the backlash against it is uh. really taking me back to the ace shitcourse era.
yall know theres nothing wrong with being a "virgin", right? that its not inherently shameful to have not had sex, to never have sex, even if youre not ace, even if you do want to have sex someday, like, its fine that you haven't had sex?
maybe if your problem is that theyre trying to police your behavior and shame you for expressing your sexuality, you can say that? instead of resorting to "haha stupid virgin gets no bitches" like my god. do you not hear how fucking regressive that attitude is? i know, i know, youre "joking".
get a better joke
#toy txt post#god im going to regret this post im gonna regret it so much i can feel it in my bones#let it flop..........pls#internalize my message let it sink in and understand what i am saying and then let the post flop#i say. knowing the ppl who need to see such a message are the ones who will make me regret this post and regrwt not having#1 million bajillion disclaimers#virgin is in quotes bc its a bullshit made up stupid purity culture concept anyway and quite frankly i hate even seeing the word#disclaimer: the previous sentence is not me saying that it is a slur for asexuals. it is me a single individual saying this specific word#grosses me out to read and see everywhere when its a stupid bullshit binary made up or at least historically largely used#to shame largely women and i dont know why we're still using it in 2023#and ive just been. seeing such an uptick in this whole like. attitude? lately and like#im ace im minorly sex repulsed. mostly about anything sex at me bad. other adults sex at each other consensually? go wild#i like to think im pretty chill about it. i try to be. i think its fine ig to be like 'my meat is huge i fuck so much so good'#like okay not my thing but good for you. love that for you#but then some of yall have started turning it back around back to. 'haha your meat so small and shriveled you get no bitches'#'haha stupid incel virgin' like okay. didnt realize we all went back to fucking. middle school but okay#god im gonna run out of tine to get ready for my thing writing this stupid post UGH evil#but like idk we've kinda circled back to being like haha being a virgin still is stupid and silly and shameful#and if im quite honest. i do think the acecourse played a part in that bc i felt like we were making good progress in like#hey guys is fine to not have sex ever if you dont want to its fine to not want sex its fine#and then aphobes went fucking rabid on us and splintered and destroyed online communities all over but especially on tumblr#and so many aces went back in the closet we stopped talking about it we stopped spreading awareness and now this stupid goddamn like#and now this stupid bullshit attitude is back where its like funny to call someone a virgin as an insult but like no bro trust me its okay#its okay for me to do it bc im a hot queer person with huge meat instead of a cisstraight frat bro with huge meat#? like you know the issue was the behavior right? not the fact that it was straight dudes saying it? its bc the thing being said was shitty?#you know you can dunk on the puritan bitches trying to police your behavior at pride without getting us as collateral damage right#stop making me read that stupid ugly ass word ur not cool or funny#whatever#if you come on to this post to start shit i will not only block you but as many of your mutuals and followers as i can find. i will scroll#i will block this entire fucking website if i need to do not test me. i am exhausted and the acecourse ate up all my tolerance in 2015.
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+ little bonus
I think I accidentally created their son instead of Jeeves when I was drawing the first frameđ
#jeeves and wooster#bertie wooster#reginald jeeves#jooster#reverse au#a little sketch of Wooster and Jeeves in reverseâšïž#I read the latest reverse fanfic from âmy man Woosterâ on ao3 and I understand the other servants treated him coldly#but hey!#I don't know how but Wooster is a member of the Ganymede club#(I just think it's not an easy club to get into and membership has to be earned somehow or something like that)#...and he wouldn't be very liked there either#at least for not paying his membership fee on time#of course everyone would wonder how mr Jeeves ever hired someone like him#and a lot of people would be jealous#but maybe he'd find a few good chums there who'd be happy for himâ€ïžâđ©č#I also think he'd get criticized for instead of giving a short review of his employer#he'd write more artistic things about him in that review book (can't remember what it's called haha)#if suddenly he managed to work for someone for more than a couple of weeks and got to know them well enough to write a review of course#fanart#my art#artists on tumblr#art
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Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures đ„Ž đâ€ïžđđ„°
linktr.ee/Mezzy
#klance#can i tell everyone to look away before i write tags to someone privately lmao no? damn#anyway yes i meant music!! and thank you for sharing something!!#baking seems like a hyperfixation#like i know you said you baked once but then look at me#...i was thinking if i could make salads.... i gotta be medicore at least at one food thing#its a joke its a joke#i will one day get used to focusing on more complicated kitchen work than heating up meat or cooking things in salt and water#anyone else had trouble getting out of bed this december?#once i do i try to pick physical activities that dont require creative thinking because man#at the post office i had small talk with a lady waiting in line she didnt speak polish so u know me it happened#and she recommended light therapy lamp#im very tempted to try it becase i had record bad thoughts sleepless nights and jerking awake this month#it might be rooted in economic instability growing inflation costs of living and shitty working conditions while still trying to buy gifts?#but hey there are things we cant have control over and there are things we can#ive got winter wonderland comic coming though#i will try my best to speed-finish it as a christmas gift aight#i hope its going to be a nice thing!!#wow thats a long set of tags
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part 16 - but I know where to start
âFeeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. I canât tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start.â -Wake Me Up by Avicii
Regent Masterlist Part 15
Was it a cop-out to summon Jazz back to the Far Frozen? Yes. Did Danny particularly care? Nope!Â
Jason was comfortable, propped up with a book Ghostwriter who had popped by to personally deliver. How the ghost had known about Jason Phantom wasnât going to question, but he suspected GW kept an eye on the bookworms that passed through the Realms- or at least those close to the âRoyal familyâ. Phantom wasnât much for reading, not unless it was space-related, but he enjoyed listening to the Liminal man reading out loud. He had a brash voice, accented with a cadence like those from Crime Alley, but it only underscored the passion he held for reading. Phantom didnât interrupt him once, not even when the halfa pulled out his ecto-phone and texted Ellie.Â
(His little sister was in Kansas, spending time with another clone sheâd literally run into.)Â
Almost another full day's cycle passed before Phantom realized Jason had fallen back asleep, a book resting open on his broad chest and soft snores coming from the man.Â
Yeah, he could see how he and Jazz fit together so well.Â
There was just something about the Once-Revenant, a part of what made him Jason, that resonated with the Phantom. Itâs what made him talk to the man as Red Hood, feel comfortable enough to stay in his company for so long, trust him with his older sister- the person who raised him.Â
(Spent her birthday money to get him those cheap plastic glow-in-the-dark stars.)Â
(Taught him how to read.)Â
(Held him as the nightmares of his death shook him to his core.)Â
(Did not fear him.)Â
(Not as Phantom, Danny, or Dan.)
(Loves him.)Â
(Mourns him.)Â
(He would never tell her, but he understood how Dan could succumb to grief.)
(Jazz was his.)Â
(His first friend, his true mother, his rock.)Â
(She wouldnât have claimed Regency without that tie.)Â
Remix & Original chatÂ
Remix: Lol hows weenie Original:  jasons x3 ur size pipsqeak                  Remix: ur point? Original: lol hes ok                                frosty says he got hurt wth shrpnel                       new healed core + shrapnel = bad time Remix: sucks 2 b him Original:             so tru    Whre r u? Remix: omw 2 spain barcelona Original: ooh send pics if u need me call Remix: pics or nay gotcha txt u l8r luv u Original: love u 2
Safely back in the living Realm and tucked away in Jasonâs apartment, Jazz and Danny tried to investigate the bomb- unfortunately there was nothing for them to do but wait.Â
On the upside, the Justice League was about to hit the UN full force with all the subtlety of a tsunami and who had front row seats to the drama?Â
Yep, the Regent. Jazz wasnât exactly thrilled that her presence was requested, even though it was on the path to the desired outcome the Nightingale siblings had fought for, but both her soulmate boyfriend and little brother would be by her side as support.Â
The Birds and the Bats Group Chat
Zombie: I lived bitch Spoiler-Alert: Jason! Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing! Blood_Heir: Todd. Zombie: donât sound too excited there demon brat. Blood_Heir: Never. Sleep_When_Im_Dead: Where have you been? Zombie: Stayed overnight at my Docs for observation. Fly-Like-A-Dick: For three days? Blood_Heir: Fail to find that humorous Todd. Zombie: wasnât meant to be a joke brat. I was actually at my Docs. Zombie: Got a shovel talk from my girlfriends little brother too.                                    Spoiler-Alert: Whoa GIRLFRIEND!!!! đ± Jason! Why is this the first were hearing this??? Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing!!!!!! Quiet_Dancer: đ€Â Zombie: At least Cass and Dickiebird are happy for me                                   Spoiler-Alert: Ecstatic! But details! Now.                                                     Zombie: No.                       Fly-Like-A-Dick: Is she a redhead??? Sleep_When_Im_Dead: Jasmine Nightingale.                                                     Zombie: Babs.                                             Oracle_of_Gotham: On it. [member Sleep_When_Im_Dead has been blocked from the group.] Spoiler-Alert: too late!!!!!! Cass with me! Quiet_Dancer: đ«Ą Oracle_of_Gotham: DENIED Batdad: Welcome back Jaylad.                                                       Zombie:                                           Old man      You and I need to have a talk with words                                            Fly-Like-A-Dick: battle stations everyone!!!
Council of Uncaged Birds
Queen_Regent: Ellie, I want you to meet Jason. Officially meet him. WanderingPrincess: eh??? temp said wasnt srs Queen_Regent: Danny No InfiniteStarPrince: Danny YES Frosty said they are soulmates!!!!!! WanderingPrincess: đ€Żđ± wha th fuck!!!1 Queen_Regent: language! WanderingPrincess: ENGLISH imma get a shovel gotta undead weenie 2 bury.
Template. [user InfiniteStarPrince has left the chat] WanderingPrincess: coward Queen_Regent: I have many regrets. WanderingPrincess: u luv us đ»
Lady & Knight chat Lady: Jay remember when I told you I wanted you to meet Ellie? Knight: Sheâs bringing a shovel isnât she. Lady: I love how brilliant you are. Knight: I aim to please.Â
Lady & Knight chat Knight: you patrolling tonight? Lady: wasnt planning on it Knight: wanna meet me? Lady: same time same place? Knight: you know it
The abolishment of the Anti-Ecto Acts officially happened at three pm on a dreary Gotham Tuesday. Jazz was cuddled with Jason on his couch, dozing off to his heartbeat as he read Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time. The comfortable silence they had wrapped themselves in only occasionally broken by Jason turning a page was completely shattered when Jazzâs phone rang with the Ghostbusters theme song.Â
âDanny?â Jazz answered surprised, âSchool isnât out yet, whatâs wrong?â She was greeted by Dannyâs heaving cries as he replied.Â
âBatman, he- he did it!â Danny sobbed, âHe saved us.âÂ
It clicked then. The Dark Knight had completed the task he was entrusted with by a Spirit of Protection, the Once and Future Star King, and unknowingly kept the promise a ghost made to a young Jasmine Fenton.Â
One day my son will stop this. All of this. You only need to be strong. Take care of yourself and your brother. I promise.Â
She had waited years for the promise to be fulfilled, the sworn promise of the dead to a living child. Jasmine was a patient soul, but she had still been a child that night in Gotham.Â
(The Drs. Fenton believing the stories about a ghostly vigilante patrolling the streets, a never aging child by their side.) (Dragging their children with them. ) (Hungry and cold.) (A dead man who swore his son would end their torment one day.)
(She shouldâve known it wouldnât come fast enough to save Danny.)Â
How was she to know the ghost was speaking of the Realms inhabitants, not the abused and neglected children of Ghost Hunters? How was she to know that the hope such a promise kindled wasnât hers to keep? Jason wrapped his arms around her, the book set aside and her phone gently taken from her grasp to be put on speaker so they could both talk to her little brother. Danny had dissolved from heaving sobs to muffled hiccups, seemingly now that heâd shared the news with his sister.Â
âHe really did,â she muttered. âHe really did it.âÂ
(The furry fucker actually did it.) (Sheâd known that he was going to try, but humans are stubborn creatures.)
A/N: Hi! Welcome to an update for the Regent. Just to be fully transparent with each of my readers - The Regent is still on Hiatus.
I have deleted so much of my writing because I don't like the flow/dialogue/pacing. Original ending thrown out and rewritten twice- still don't care for it. Who knew something other than Angst would be so difficult.
(Not me!)
Having said that, this entry is of course beta'd by the wonderful @meditating-cat who has put up with my random messages.
(You are amazing!)
(In all honesty, I wish I could just skip right to the ending because at least I know 100% I can get it just right....eventually.)
Thanks for reading and happy easter!
#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc au#dc x dp crossover#jazz fenton#regent!jazz#hardcover ship#jason todd#anger management ship#jazz x jason#A new chapter!#this doesn't mean that the Regent is off hiatus#I am scraping so many chapters in fits of madness#i deleted the ending#and rewrote it twice#I still hate it#but hey#at least for now im working on the ANGST#because apparently I don't know how to write anything else#shame on me i guess#what even is sibling banter#i have no experience#I did name them Lady and Knight#because hint hint NUDGE NUDGE#Yes Beta read we live like Jason Todd!
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Somebody stop me before I conceptualize individual titles and mini summaries for some of Croft's books.
#author posting#trying to tell myself that this isn't a useful way to spend my time lmao#and yet........#their debut is named and has a mini plot summary though lol#probably won't appear in game beyond the title#but i think about it sometimes#hey at least im having fun#and ive gotten writing done tonight so im feeling great~
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Ok ok, but hear me out on a Superbat AU
Clark is 14 when Luthor learns the truth about his origin. He goes missing 3 days after school finishes for the summer. His parents search for him relentlessly, for years they beg for the return of their son. But despite the search parties and the press conferences no one comes forward and Clark is never found. A missing persons case that haunts Smallville for the years to come.
On the eve of Clark's 18th birthday Superman appears. Hovering over Metropolis in a pitch black uniform. Martha recognizes her son instantly, and watches in horror as he sweeps through the streets with a single minded focus. He returns to Lexcorp with a thief clutched in one hand and the same eerily blank face he'd had in every clip that had been captured of him.
Luthor heralded him as a superhero, thanked him publicly for returning the thief to Lexcorp to be prosecuted. No one notices when the thief disappears, and though they ask where the Superman goes when he isn't hanging in the sky above Metropolis there is no one who seems to have an answer.
Lexcorp tells the world that they should trust this being that has come to help. That he has shown only kindness towards them. That if he goes after someone, it is only because they must have done something terrible to deserve it.
In Metropolis Superman haunts the golden city, hangs in the air high above them and listens to Luthors orders in his ears. He has never wanted to hurt someone, but he has no choice. He is Luthor's favorite weapon, this he knows. And if he strays, Luthor will know.
Across the bay a Court stirs, they have always worked from the shadows. Hidden in Gothams walls and with their hands in every one of Gothams pots. Metropolis has a hero hanging high above their head, but the Court has done business with the man who pulls it's strings and they believe this is something they can work together on.
So the Court calls for a meeting and they plot their own path.
3 months after Superman debuts the Voice of the Court meets with Lex Luthor and offers a deal.
A decade before Superman debuts the Waynes die, their son is never found. It is a tragedy that haunts Gotham for a decade. It is a warning. The Wayne family has long stood apart from the Court, but Thomas and Martha got in the way. Thomas and Martha hampered the Court's goals, and so they had to go. Their son was a warning.
And now, their son is the warning.
The Talon stalking from shadowed perch. The greatest the Court has ever produced. And so they send their greatest weapon alongside the Voice of the Court and a deal is struck.
Superman meets a Talon. They see another made a weapon, and they begin to wonder.
Must they always be weapons?
#superbat#superman/batman#superman x batman#text post#fic idea#batman fic idea#nev writes#bruce wayne#batman#clark kent#superman#lex luthor#mentioned at least#fic ideas#dc#dc fanfic#hey you remember that little joke post i made#it has consumed my every waking moment#also yes the league does exist#and they do not know what to do with these two#it ends with a road trip back to the kents#cause Talon doesn't even remember his own name#but Clark sure as hell hasn't forgotten his Mama#or his dad
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I donât think this is an unpopular opinions but lowkey fannon kailor is sm better than cannon kailor.
(Read the tags)
#Iâm not even huge on kailor but I this thought just came into my head as I thought ab Sky#cuz I was thinking ab how it would be awesome if we got Skylor to come back at least for a cameo#but then I thought ab how sucky it would be if the show tried to keep on trying to push Kai and sky to be together#because it would feel so forced atp#the show just writes them so bad it just feels like everytime they bring Skylor back to the show#which is like- whenever thereâs BIG emergencies#the writers remember that âhey! Skylor is also Kaiâs love interest! letâs give them some cute moments together!â#itâs like theyâre not even trying đ#and even in the book âquest for the lost powersâ they were *KINDAA* cute but tbh the way Kai acted w Skylor pissed me off#and I love Kai btw but damn reading their part made me feel like she deserves better đ#but if they really tried#they could actually make a great couple#srs#which is why fannon content for them is sm better#but I feel like usually thatâs the case for most fandoms or shows#so thatâs why I doubt itâs an unpopular opinion#and tbh it would also be interesting to see Kai just admit that his past relationship failed and thatâs ok#portray a healthy breakup that would be awesome đ„đ„#but thatâs just my personal opinion and my desire to see more complex relationships and stuff like that lol#lego ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago#dragons rising#ninjago dr#Ninjago Kai#Kai Ninjago#skylor ninjago#ninjago skylor#kailor#kai x skylor
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"Stop saying Crowley won't help Aziraphale in S3 he'd go back to him in a HEARTBEAT and nothing would stop him" I get it no one likes the idea of Crowley being bitter after what happened for a long period of time but like can we at least acknowledge that he's currently going through probably the most emotional pain in his life since falling? Can we agree that he's opened his heart entirely - something you couldn't pay him to do unless the world is literally ending and he's desperate - to Aziraphale, and got shot down? Can we understand that he did it AGAIN only to lose Aziraphale again? Not that what Aziraphale did isn't without Crowley's own shortcomings (hiding the truth of Heaven's cruelty from him) but like,,,,
The appeal here isn't Scorned Crowley Doesn't Love Aziraphale Anymore, or Never Wants To Help Him Again, the appeal here is Crowley learning enough self respect to not just walk back right to Aziraphale like nothing happened after Aziraphale has had a pattern of consistently refusing him. Going years ping-ponging between "We're not friends I don't even know him" to "That's what friends are for right?" and "We're friends, why would you even say anything?" and "Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon!"
Like I get it, Crowley is a heartbreakingly forgiving person. Of course he's gonna forgive Aziraphale, I'll be surprised if he didn't forgive him by the time he walked out the bookshop door, but gdi he could at least grant himself the luxury of being at least a little irritated for longer than however long it takes to make a globe and some books float and angrily cry out to God in his flat. But due to the change of pace and dynamic that is establishing part of the conflict for Season 3, I just really like the idea of him for ONCE prioritizing himself and being like "Okay, fine. We'll get back at it when you're ready, then," instead of just taking Aziraphale back like his words and actions meant nothing to him, when clearly they have an effect on him.
What is Aziraphale going to learn if Crowley just accepts what he did so quickly, like he always has the entire time they've been friends? Idk maybe I'm just projecting too much darkness on their dynamic but I mean, if the pattern of Aziraphale pushing Crowley away/disrespecting him one day and then being fine with his friendship the next + Crowley never stopping to be like "Hey, that's not cool, at least give me a little credit" or smth was fine all along and will continue to be fine in the future, then why, after 6,000 years of being friends and loving this demon, can Aziraphale still not accept that Crowley is just fine the way he is, and instead got excited to promote him to an angel in a heartbeat once the opportunity presented itself? You can't blame all of it on Heaven when Aziraphale has demonstrated his free will/defiance to Heaven so many times. Or, I don't know, I guess maybe we can? Maybe I'm just craving too much angst to the point where I'm letting it cloud my analysis of canon. Idk.
#derpy speaks#good omens#good omens 2#no i dont think crowley is gonna ever hate aziraphale for what happened but he's allowed to be angry#he's allowed to be done with it all. he's allowed to be exhausted. just look at his face when he drives away.#meh. idk. but i dont know how i'll feel if crowley just INSTANTLY accepts aziraphale back in a situation involving#idk - ''hey help me stop the new apocalypse''#at least. without like. SOME pushback? it can even be something small like ''are you SURE you want ME to help you? do you really need me?''#doesnt have to be a straight refusal but i'd like SOME kind of action to show that crowley is putting his foot down for once#he deserves that self respect#do NOT reply saying that im insinuating that aziraphale is actively malicious or doing it on purpose.#everything he has done up until now is his own complicated response to all the trauma and guilt he's been through#but despite that crowley is STILL allowed to be upset... it's messy. i can write a whole paper about how this whole thing#is just unfortunate on both ends. again. we didnt get queerbaited we got communication baited đ#but help me out here. am i just too fandom-brained to have these expectations from the story?#is there something obvious im missing that is making me sound like a complete asshole here? do i need to get my head out of the gutter?#someone please explain it to me if so because whatever it isâ i can't find it#not queued
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Does Janeys know that Brakul has a wife and son? How would he react if he learned?
He actually does know and has known pretty much from the beginning.
Early on in his stint as a POW turned mercenary, Brakul would repeatedly invoke his wife and son as reasons he could or could not do certain things + to insult Janeys like 'okay but some of us have actual, tangible responsibilities in this world and people who depend on them. Like my wife and son, who I will be returning to immediately when my contract is over. You're never going to see me again. On account of my wife and son.'
When he started actually Liking Janeys and wanting to be with him, and seeing a chance to Avoid All Consequences And Never Go Back Home, he gradually reversed course (and attempted to rationalize it to himself) like "Ahhh they'll be fine. I mean everyone probably thinks I'm dead and/or an oathbreaker anyway so Sirudan's gotta be remarried by now. My brother probably got in on that, and he really has his shit together so they're in good hands. Honestly it will be worse for them if I go back. They're better off without me. They're fine. It's not a big deal. I'm soooooo single and unattached btw" And Janeys was like "Okay. Yay."
13 years down the line Janeys almost never thinks about it and when he occasionally remembers it's like
He does not give a shitttt about the wife/child abandonment angle whatsoever, but he's aware that Brakul still has some attachment to them and regrets over skipping out, and he's kind of insecure about it. The concept of Brakul having a child out there completely independent of their whole Thing also makes him uncomfortable in ways he can't really put his finger on. He's not actually scared that Brakul will return to his ex-wife though, like even with all his profound insecurities and abandonment issues he knows there's not a chance in hell that he's gonna actually attempt to make amends. Bottom line is he doesn't like to think about it, and mostly doesn't have to.
#Hibrides found out about his Abandoned Wife And Child while she was first pregnant and after their relationship had begun to sour#and Will Not let him forget it#She doesn't honestly give a shit about them either it's not really out of concern for the people he left behind but#more a way of Very directly confronting his avoidant tendencies (and also just an easy way to emotionally wound him)#Like she sees him as someone who will do everything in his power to avoid discomfort and the consequences of his choices and#then has the audacity to whine and mope about how guilty he feels. And then will make excuses if confronted.#And Janeys coddles and enables him like 90% of the time so he just keeps doing it. Which is absolutely infuriating to her.#(Her perception is pretty spot on btw it's just Occasionally applied unfairly to situations where he was actually a victim)#So being like 'hey how about the wife and child you abandoned huh. You gonna do that again when things get uncomfy?' gets#through to him. And making him actually acknowledge it or at least feel really fucking bad about it is like. emotionally satisfying#I want to be clear that she has the least control of her circumstances of the three and the vast majority of my authorial#sympathies but I just didn't want to write her as an absolute righteous perfect perma-victim.#So when I describe her doing stuff out of vindictiveness or occasional straight up cruelty it's not like 'she is a bitch' I just want#her to be like. a full human being who shouldn't have to be 100% innocent and devoid of malice in her circumstances to be#sympathetic.#Which I think Should be clear but the whole situation is one that like. In a fandom context would ABSOLUTELY get warped into#her being an Unsympathetic Mean Bitch while her associated gayboys get to be Sympathetic And Nuanced
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Holding out hope that the writing in veilguard will get more bearable but rook saying to lucanis that it's "not nice that Spite hurt him" and he "shouldn't accept that itâs fine bc it wouldn't be ok if a person did that" like. That is a demon. Built off a single emotion called SPITE. Rook I am finding it really hard to believe that u have lived in thedas for more than 30 seconds.
#wow the demons which are one of the consistently evil forces in these games did something bad#hey players do you know that that was not nice#ok thank you. do u think I am 4#dav spoilers#veilguard spoilers#dragon age the veilguard#also grinding my gears that everyone (including dalish elves???) just immediately accept the evanuris are evil/have come back#like the first person to not immediately believe it is the first warden and honestly he is the only character so far I respect#like maybe if this was like inquisition and a huge hole in the sky/rifts opened everywhere#but it seems like nothing like that happened but everyone somehow magically knows about the ritual and instantly believes everything rook sa#the more I think about these things the more annoyed I get#guys did you know being a leader means u sometimes need to make hard decisions... varric taught me that in my ma15+ game#i am enjoying the combat at least lol and I like Bellara and want to see Babylon so I'm in it for the long haul#why does everyone have a gun to their head making them nice though like it's so painfully out of place sometimes#and being able to only say the same thing but in a slightly boring slightly funny or slightly serious way is driving me insane#like I seem to be the only one who had no problem w the limits on dialogue in inquisition but this is driving me insane#Mourn watch rook what if you were somehow boring and nice. yay thank you bioware#ALSO rook stop talking and forming opinions without me getting to choose what u say like no I don't want u to day we have to save that perso#ok I swear I'm done now.. I need to go back to writing my thesis instead of grinding my teeth about this game#this is all coming from an inquisition enjoyer as well (sorry) but like so far I have found nothing I enjoyed about inquisition in this game#maybe if the inquisitor and Ghilan'nain are cool latee on I can focus on that (big maybe)#I am only early on still (just met first warden) so there is still time... i guess..
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a faun gets grabbed in the club, someone groping her body. someone a full head or so taller than the cute, squishy faun. she tries to resist for a moment before a pink cloud is puffed into her face, and everything changes. heat flows through her body, overwhelming her senses, and all her reservations are drowned out by a flood of desire. she sinks into the arms of the stranger, who keeps her from falling, easily supporting her weight with one arm, the other snaking down her body. squeezing her cute tits, pinching a nipple through her too-thin shirt, eliciting a little whine, rubbing her belly thinking about how big they're going to make it, how stuffed she'll be, and lower, and lower until resting between her legs, pressing on her cute, quickly hardening cock.
the faun is barely aware of anything but the feeling of the hand along her skin, the hand moving from her neck, down her front, then sliding up her shirt to play with her sensitive tits. and as she whimpers and whines, the body pressed against her back shifts, and she feels another pressure. a hard shape, pressing into her lower back. the poor doe's mind floods with images of what it could look like. big. stiff. leaking... gods she needs it.
the figure leans down, squeezing a tit in their hand, letting out a low, hungry growl into the faun's furry ear, the ear flicking, eyes widening, pupils dilating as the growl, the scent, the experience of it all activating something in her. a prey response of sorts. cornered prey.
while some react with fleeing, and other try to fight, there are some, always some, who simply
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