#considering that first half is taken as him being bi

[lab-trash]

I went to the Brooklyn 99 tag on AO3 and looked up trans, because I wanted some trans woman Jake fics.

And there... aren't any? Which is fine, but did anyone pay attention to the second half of his 'coming out as Rosa,' speech, where he says he's a woman and then said that was really cathartic for him? No? Okay.

[missholland]

Farewell, a place once called home!

I was homebound this week for an illness recovery, and thought it was the perfect time to rewatch one of my ultimate comfort shows: The Untamed.

Some people watch stuff once. Some people religiously rewatch their favs because they discover something new each time. I'm certainly part of the latter clan, and I cannot believe I never wrote about Wei Wuxian (WWX)'s post-resurrection return to Lotus Pier before.

The second half of episode 45 throughout episode 46 is quite a journey on its own right: the setting, the aesthetics, the dialogue, the emotional weight as one of the biggest secrets finally came to surface.

A very long rambling analysis ahead so bear with me!

Considering the latter half of episode 45 was mostly consumed with Si Si and Bi Cao exposing Jin Guangyao (JGY)'s dark past, there were only a couple of Lotus Pier moments that worth mentioning.

As WWX and Lan Wangji (LWJ) walked through the entrance of Lotus Pier, I was immediately taken back to what WWX said to LWJ in episode 6 when they were healing their injuries in the Cold Spring. WWX asked LWJ to come visit him in Lotus Pier one day, and I bet the circumstance they eventually found themselves in episode 45 was far from what WWX thought the visit would have been like.

Let's also take another step back to episode 34, where Jiang Cheng (JC) interrogated WWX. WWX admitted that he wanted to go back to Lotus Pier even in his dream, but at the time, he had probably given up all hopes of ever making that come true.

What else is there? His master and madam died, his disciple elder sister Yanli died, he got expelled from his own clan. It was virtually impossible to prepare WWX for the event of episode 45 where he actually got to walk into Lotus Pier again.

Let's now cruise into the main event - episode 46! Fed up with how the big clan meeting went following the revelation of JGY's wrongdoings, WWX and LWJ stepped away from the front room and made their way around Lotus Pier. They were likely just wandering around at the time, as their concentration was totally occupied with finding out who might be the mastermind trying to expose JGY. Then again, it might as well be WWX's muscle memory as they somehow ended up right in front of the ancestral hall.

Despite initial hesitation, WWX eventually decided to come in and paid respect to his Master, Madam and Yanli along with LWJ. It's not the first time we saw this incredibly tranquil and beautiful room. It really was WWX's most frequently visited room, whether it was being punished by Madam Yu (story apparently travelled all the way to Gusu) or having heartfelt conversation with Yanli. WWX telling LWJ his childhood stories inside the ancestral hall was probably the most mundane sequence during this whole ordeal, and a small moment of normality for WWX before our resident killjoy JC walked in.

Yes JC, we know it's your house but surely yelling in the middle of the ancestral hall whether your family was resting in peace isn't a very good idea? Our WWX certainly didn't expect any less from all the unpleasantness coming out of JC's mouth, as since forever he only let his anger do the speaking and not the common sense. LWJ was ready to have a showdown, but WWX calmly told him to stand down and let it go.

But did JC let it go too? Of course not. He was irritated by WWX's calmness and tried to spill some more frustration to get the other to react. He clearly picked the right route to go down on by picking on LWJ and Wen Ning (WN). Worse, he proceeded to single out LWJ and insulted his commitment to WWX.

That prompted WWX to yell out JC's courtesy name Jiang Wanyin, a name we didn't hear very often throughout the show but in this instance it was most memorable, especially coming from WWX. That itself drew a clear boundary in their relationship at that moment, from brothers to mere acquaintances in the cultivation world.

WWX wasn't afraid to ask a proud JC to apologise, but all JC was gonna do is pushing the button even more. He took a very personal swipe at their confidant/soulmate-ship that led WWX to, quite uncharacteristically, violently held JC's collar.

Our dearest is giving JC what he wants! Although to be perfect honest, I thought it was quite hilarious that JC for whatever reason was confident he could take on both of them. WWX possibly since he wasn't at his finest during that moment, but prime LWJ though...?

Thankfully, WWX looked up and saw Yanli's name. He knew very well it would break Yanli's heart seeing the two of them like this. He's gotta be the bigger person (and fair enough, he's already knackered from being the lure flag for the puppets). As our beloved couple once again tried to leave in peace, JC decided to make it as hard as possible for them. Here he is, triggering LWJ's angry lover protector mode.

I love the swift but determined arm push LWJ did to JC a second after this to get him off WWX, then right away his expression transitioned back into anxious lover worrier mode. LWJ didn't even give JC a second look. He promptly escorted WWX away but was still super alerted to give JC a good old Piss Off for STILL ONCE AGAIN not letting it go.

Let's take a moment to admire this bittersweet yet romantically charged frame before getting the tearfest started.

Now, our sweet baby WN just flew in with WWX's Suibian sword, got a couple of hits from JC's Zidian but was still determined to stand tall and asked JC to unseathe Suibian. JC was angry and confused, LWJ was probably also angry and confused, WWX has fainted, so now WN is the only sane one and the voice of reason. His cold lack of reaction (because he wasn't surprised at all) placing next to a shocked pikachu LWJ and confusingly mortified JC was the perfect comparison.

LWJ's face tells me that as soon as he saw JC taking out Suibian, he was already somewhat fearing the reason behind it. He hasn't quite reached the destination yet, but he was on the way. After all, he's one of the most intelligent and knowledgeable characters in the story thanks to his sect's education. His eyes made it look like he was holding on a tiny glimpse of hope that maybe it's not true, maybe it's not the worst case scenario, but it was certainly mixed with fear that it might be.

It's very different from JC who's just completely out of the loop, no hint of any possibility that he might be able to work out what happened. If WN wasn't there to SPELL IT OUT, JC would just remain angry and confused for the rest of the episode.

As JC is still in deep denial, and WN precisely recounted the event on the mountain in great details where JC was tricked to go find Baoshan Wanderer who could fix his core, LWJ only had eyes on WWX. His ears were listening to everything WN said too, but his focus was on WWX while he did his own reflection on how he reacted to WWX abandoning swordsmanship in the past (the same way JC did).

All the burning questions LWJ had inside his head - why WWX no longer carried Suibian, why he made all these excuses to not get back into practicing swords, why he took on crafty tricks, why he had a change in personality and demeanour, why he behaved so strangely after getting Suibian back - they are finally answered. But in the most unimaginably painful and heartbreaking way. LWJ's trembling face and tears scream PAIN, the pain you feel when you know someone you love is in pain, but you are also aware that whatever you feel is only 1/10000 of their actual suffering.

Pain and anger come together time to time, and LWJ has heard enough. He just wanted to get WWX out of here, out of this hell of a truth. He made his feeling known by stamping Bichen loudly on the ground and took WWX away, once and all.

Our baby WN really shined here. He wrapped up this dreadful revelation by daring JC to find anyone who can unsheathe Suibian, but not before hitting him with possibly the last thing any human being as competitive and eager to win like JC wanted to hear - did you know you were supposed to beneath your disciple older brother forever?

WN kept his head down and let out a sigh. He knew he shouldn't have done it since he promised WWX, but that was as much as he knew he had to do so. His guilt toward WWX was starting to hit him, but it was also obvious that a huge burden has been lifted off his shoulders.

We're now getting to the end of WWX's unexpectedly eventful return to Lotus Pier. Without JC's unreasonable pot-stirring screaming, we're finally given a lovely shot of Lotus lake at night with LWJ ensuring WWX's body not leaving his caring touch. I don't think we've had a proper conversation between LWJ and WN up to this point, and what makes it so special is that it's a genuine exchange between the only 2 people left who deeply care about WWX - a lonely anti-hero who's been walking alone on his deeply misunderstood journey for so long that it lasted through 2 lives.

Sweet WN also thanked LWJ for taking care of A Yuan and we got to learn about how LWJ managed to save A Yuan back then. It was sad but heartwarming knowing that WN was content with not disclosing A Yuan's past to him, as he's had a happy childhood and blessed life thanks to LWJ. Although, he acknowledges that eventually A Yuan would find out, just like JC did about his golden core.

Now as the conversation circled back to the golden core swap, LWJ asked WN a question that truly, you only ask when it's about someone you love. 'Is it painful?'. Not 'How did Wen Qing do it', but was it painful for WWX. What was the feeling he had, what was the pain he suffered, what was it like. It's not a sympathy question. It's something you want to know and empathise when your loved one goes through hard time. It's such a deeply specific and personal question, because when the person you love is in pain, you are too. You even want to feel it too, and LWJ is no stranger to that if we recall him leaving the same burn mark on his left chest as WWX had. Shame that this detail was never explained in the show.

As WN described:

'He should be sober enough to see the golden score which connects to the spiritual vein be separated from his body and feel the spiritual power die down little by little, until it is motionless and nothing can be felt'.

You can feel LWJ's pain peak as he was told WWX remained awake for 2 nights and 1 day with only 50% chance of success. As someone who deep down admires his soulmate's talent from a young age, what could be worse than having to hear that his other half had accepted to be mediocre for the rest of his life and never ascend to the top as he could have easily done?

Poor WWX regained conscious and realised where he was. Unsurprisingly, all of his Lotus Pier memories were tied with Yanli and he's overwhelmed by the image of her and flashback of their time together. What is home to WWX, the one who was trying his hardest to grow lotus somewhere as deadly as Burial Mounds? JC was his family, but not anymore. Yanli is no longer around, but till her death, she remained his family. She might have had married into Jin clan, but she embodied everything about Lotus Pier. Yanli is home. Yanli is Lotus Pier.

Seeing Yanli die at Nightless City was saying goodbye to the last person on earth who cared about WWX (or so he forgot about LWJ), which pushed him to giving up on his own life. So is Lotus Pier still home without Yanli? Is there even home without Yanli? WWX was barely treated like a proper guest at Lotus Pier. He was just someone who knew the way around, as home no longer hold the same meaning as it once did.

Lovely WWX was finally jolly again at the possibility of snacking on some tasty lotus seeds he must have missed dearly. Yet his little happiness was seemingly switched off by the rigid rule follower LWJ. If anything I was surprised that WWX agreed to give up the lotus seeds that quickly, of course not without sulking in disappointment.

But all of this only make the following moment even more glorious and poignant: the high and mighty LWJ who grew up obeying 3000 rules at Gusu Lan Sect literally picked a lotus with his own hand and give it to his soulmate, much to his shock and confusion.

At first I thought Well that's the least LWJ could do, has WWX not suffered enough, would a few (hundreds) lotus seeds matter that much. He's been in pain, he needs to be coddled and spoiled till the end of the world! So LWJ willing to break one tiny rule (tiny, comparing to all the others he broke because of WWX already) is a well deserved comfort that WWX needs.

But then it also hit me - it is an example of making compromise in a healthy relationship. WWX used to hold on to his wine and was willing to put up a fight for it, most of the time against LWJ himself. So why was it so easy to him to just have an awkward chuckle and drop the lotus seeds as LWJ didn't want to break a rule?

WWX compromised, as you would in a partnership. You don't have it your way all the time, you work together toward the same goal and there are times you're willing to put your partner's values above your own benefit. WWX, despite not fully happy about the decision, still agreed to give us the lotus as LWJ was uncomfortable. And in return, LWJ was okay with putting WWX's needs above his ingrained principle about 'stealing'. At the end of the day, it's not about winning or losing in a relationship. You win together and you lose together.

We really are spoiled with lotus romance in this episode!

But maybe... just maybe... LWJ doesn't know whether WWX would ever get a chance to return to Lotus Pier. Should this be the last ever opportunity, he would probably rather WWX's final memory of the visit not being JC's anger and resentment. In return, it is a rare carefree moment on Lotus lake, one his WWX's favourite places, eating lotus seeds with the only 2 people who still care so much about him and willing to go to the end of the world for him.

If this is meant to be a farewell to a place WWX once called home, while LWJ couldn't change the unfortunate circumstance that led to this challenging visit, he at least has done his best to give it a drama-free peaceful ending for the person he loves dearly.

[charcubed]

I have thoughts on Benedict Bridgerton's future.

Spoilers for Bridgerton season 3 below.

Have I read the Bridgerton books? No. Have I seen the show? No. Can I mind my own business? Also no! And I’ve been on queer Benedict watch since day one because I am who I am as a person and my sister looped me into this because she knows how I am!

So with that in mind… fuck it. Here’s my half theory, half pitch for what I’d love to see them do with Benedict now that he’s gloriously explicitly pansexual (and THANK GOD FOR THAT) based on what I know of his story. [Side note: this post originally called him bi but I've edited it to reflect that he's confirmed to be pan]

-I’m aware his love / endgame in the books is Sophie. Considering what they’re now doing with Francesca and Michaela (FUCKING LOOOOOVE THAT!! THANK GOD FOR THAT TOO!!!!!), I strongly doubt they’d gender-bend Sophie for Benedict.

-I’m also vaguely aware of Sophie’s story being like a Cinderella redux and her being an illegitimate child.

-With that (very) baseline knowledge in mind, + how the show has so far handled Benedict… I have a vision.

-Let Benedict and Sophie fall in love and be committed to one another.

-Let them also both be pan or bi.

-And let them be polyamorous.

-HEAR ME OUT!

-There are 2 big reasons I say this:

-The first is that they’ve had Benedict describe his newfound pansexuality and queer joy as feeling “free” (love that so much), and crucially he also told Tilley he didn’t want to close the door on that feeling of freedom quite yet through any commitment to one person. So… I think it would be incredibly reductive if they still did that with him later, and there would be unavoidable optics that would allow shitty people to say “okay, Benedict had his fun and his whore era; now it’s time for him to get serious and suddenly fall madly in love with a woman he commits to forever.” When a character is pan or bi, it’s very hard to pull that off successfully. Is that enough reason to not do it? Not quite. Would it make Benedict less pan? Of course not, because pan men who are in relationships with women are still pan. Nonetheless, the framing of it would be very precarious here mostly because Benedict’s pansexuality thus far is sort of tied to him having fun and feeling purposeless and waffling about in (if you will) the eyes of society. Getting him to settle down is a slippery slope to – in the eyes of idiots with no media literacy – getting him to no longer be pan. Additionally, they JUST pulled that “okay no more whore era, it’s time to get serious” shit with Colin too. Are they gonna more or less repeat that with Benedict? Why would they? It would be boring and basic as fuck, if you ask me.

-The second and even stronger reason I say let him be married and poly is that it would fit his personality far better than the “time to get serious” approach. The baseline is already in what he’s been doing and saying this whole time, and it’s not very subtle in my opinion. Benedict is an artist (who is currently almost repressing his artistry but that’s a tangential yet different topic). He commiserated with Eloise (who may also be queer) about wanting something more or a different life beyond society’s expectations. Rule breakers or people who stand out as boldly contrarian in a crowd win Benedict’s notice, and that was his whole thing (and queer subtext) even back in season one with Henry Granville, who essentially outright dared him to think on the courage it takes to live “outside the traditional expectations of society.” Benedict’s gotten a taste of that now that he knows he’s queer himself, but it should be taken further. And it’s further emphasized in how he speaks in season 3: another recent time he mentioned the concept of being “free,” it’s in reference to couples who are married and are given more leeway by society to then do as they like as a unit; Henry Granville and his wife were also an original example of that with their arrangement that allowed them to explore their queerness with other people. Add onto that how Benedict speaks of love in season 3 more than once conceptually – how it’s not finite, and how he has an abundance of it to give. He even briefly fantasizes about how he, Tilley, and Paul would explain themselves in public. That goes beyond the simplicity of a man who just wants to have fun or doesn’t want to be serious. Why should all of that disappear because… what, he suddenly meets a woman who rewrites his brain chemistry? Let him truly "be bold"! Let him commit to someone he loves more than anyone else, and then let him have the passion and room in his heart to enjoy an abundance of love and fun and freedom with others too!

-DO YOU SEE THE PICTURE I’M PAINTING?

-Toss onto that the rough idea that Sophie’s very existence and their relationship will be “rule-breaking” on principle already, right? She’s an illegitimate child, she may or may not have a role as maid a la Cinderella, she’s (from what little I understand) not a traditional or “fit” match and all that other bullshit. It lends itself to the idea that Sophie won’t think much of rules herself either and will possibly inspire further bold courage in Benedict. And if they’ll eventually already be breaking rules by being together, why not add on some more? Or, counterpoint: if this version of Benedict wouldn’t find much pause in the breaking of those basic sorts of rules, what other breaking of rules could maybe require courage or introduce conflict / angst / miscommunication in their relationship? Yeah, there’s gonna be the whole “I must find this person who bewitched me at a masquerade ball! Who can she be!” element in the plot I’m sure but… we’ve all seen that before. Let’s branch out a little bit here, people. Let’s dream bigger. Let’s spice it up with some down-the-line “I feel immense guilt because I’m in love with you but I still find other people hot and I crave a freedom I don’t know how to articulate, and it’s definitely not a temptation to cheat but it’s a feeling within me nonetheless, and it’s clearly not something my tunnel-vision wife-guy brothers experience” or whatever.

-Anyway. Here’s the last thought I’ve got (for now). Concept: don’t ask me how, but within the Cinderella-esque / hidden identities plots, let Sophie cross dress as a boy at some point. Let Benedict not know it’s her. Let Benedict still be attracted to her anyway. PULL A MULAN IN THIS BITCH.

-Okay. That’s it.

-Who knows? Maybe this show will give Benedict just his straightforward romance with Sophie and then they’ll explore polyamory for the 2 of them later as a side plot in another season. But eh, I don’t think it would do it justice. I do think they could pull it off in a season centric to him while keeping both romance and queerness front and center. I do think it’s possible!

-Remember… This is part pitch and part prophecy.

-I have a vision. I’ve foreseen it. Benedict and Sophie, pan/bi polyamorous couple who are deeply in love and also like to invite a third into their bed together on occasion. (Or maybe they like to even have their own individual trysts that they then get to go home and tell each other about while having sex with each other.)

-I genuinely think it makes the most sense. They put all that shit in the show that I referenced above, not me. I may be insane, but this really isn’t a shitpost, alright? I argued my case.

-Thank you for your time.

-PS Yes, I am indeed aware that I'm under-qualified to have an opinion here. Don't tear me to shreds. This is how I have fun.

[ttheatre-trashh]

ao3 is down but here’s my last minute @rtcpickyourpoison thing!!!!!

Noel, karaoke night (except I lowkey completely forgot about that) ^_^

Noel sat in a circle with his fellow choir members, plus Tammy and Ezra, as Penny had insisted. Tonight was the bi-weekly choir movie and karaoke night, organized by Ocean, of course.

Today’s first song was bohemian rhapsody, and ocean had taken it upon herself to teach everybody the harmonies.  As she went around the circle dividing the group into smaller sections, Noel noticed Savannah curling up on the couch, prepared to watch the chaos unfold, phone ready to record. 

She shot him a mocking look, because he was seriously about to do this. 

He probably wouldn’t be doing this without the cyclone accident, though. 

Noel had gone through an interesting journey with the choir. In middle school, ocean had insisted that Noel and Constance form a trio with her, and the three would preform show tunes and church songs at school concerts. 

Once they hit freshman year, however, Ocean quickly came to the conclusion that there were no creative extra curriculars, and therefore she took it upon herself to form a proper choir. 

After going around and handing out flyers, she had finally recruited a few upperclassmen. Well, Ocean dragged her cousin Astrid, who dragged her friends with her, because there was no way she was going to do that alone. 

Noel was hesitant to continue with choir, though. He had been hoping to lose his status as ‘token gay boy’ at his new school, praying that even the kids from middle school would have forgotten about him. But his type A friend was going to make this happen, although Noel usually stayed in the back during performances. 

But that didn’t stop the ridicule he faced. His middle school peers remembered Noel much more than he had hoped, and the bullying was worse now that the assholes had connections with older students. 

But Ocean never seemed to notice how bad it would get, always demanding for 110% to be given during every single rehearsal and performance. 

Noel grew to resent the choir over the years. What had once been a fun escape with his two best friends had quickly become Oceans personal project, trying to get bonus points on her resume. 

Giggling in Constance’s living room as the trio harmonized off key became Ocean screeching at ‘her’ choir if someone messed up. 

Noel really considered leaving, but it wasn’t like he had anything else to put on a college resume, or to do with his time. So he stayed, because he really wasn’t up for ocean accusing him of hating his friends and being mad about losing her one and only gay guy, because, as she insisted, ‘You just can’t have a choir without a gay man!!’. 

During the years, Astrid, Hank, Corey, Trishna, and Corey graduated, and Ocean went hunting for new members. She ended up recruiting a girl, Penelope? Peggy? Noel wasn’t too sure, just trying to get through every rehearsal. She had a lovely voice, though, and Noel made a mental note that Monique probably had a similar voice to her. 

Noel had been working on Monique Gibeau for a while. She was everything he wanted to be: wanted, no, needed. Admired. Feared. 

Writing stories about and drawing her had started taking up his free time, and as he stood at the back of the stage during choir performances, Noel often looked around the audience, hoping to find someone with an interesting outfit or piece of jewelry that he could add to his beloved character. 

Another girl joined the choir, too, Savannah. ‘Joined’, yet again, wasn’t the right world though. Ocean had made her join for ‘diversity’, and Savannah was forced to play the tambourine. 

Noel had been friends with Savannah in primary school, although he had known her under a different name. She looked miserable, sitting in her chair and tapping her tambourine half heartedly. 

In their senior year, Misha Bachynskyi was made to join the choir, this time not by Ocean. Something about wine, Noel knew. 

Noel’s bullies had mostly given up, which was quite a relief to Noel. 

Then there was the fall fair. The day had been so regular. 

Except it wasn’t, because they literally died. But then they didn’t. And afterwards, the choir got closer, Ocean coming to her senses, and making an effort. She apologized personally to everyone, and for the first time since middle school, Noel really enjoyed choir. It was fun again. 

He looked forward to rehearsals, and their sleepovers and karaoke nights, because now, that meant time with his friends. His best friends. 

And tonight, Noel didn’t complain as he sang his part of bohemian rhapsody, just taking everything in, despite the silly nature of the activity. 

[floram-creative]

Half Anniversary Dinner Dates

Characters - Leona, Ruggie

Gn!Reader

TWs: None! (I think?)

Written by: Flora!

Edited by: Evershade and Kaigan

I'm not dead! Just extremely burnt out and so done with the world. Either way, it's my first solo post and also my first time posting in a month. I'm also working on a TWST angst story for @lonelycornergremlin that I will try to get out before Sunday. Hope you enjoy!

Leona:

Leona does not do fancy dates. Being a prince, he had access to all of the restaurants in Twisted Wonderland, and he claimed that going to them would be too much of a pain. And, to some extent, you could agree, as you were never really good at social cues. You dreaded having to deal with all of the excessive etiquette rules that would probably be needed when going to those restaurants. But there were still times that you wanted to dress up elegantly and dine at a nice restaurant, just to experience it. Even so, you knew better than to badger your boyfriend about this sort of thing, and decided to let it go.

It had been a relatively uneventful week, all things considered, (especially given that you didn’t have to give any impromptu therapy sessions to traumatized teenagers) so you hadn’t been planning on going out that Friday evening. You were heating up some leftovers and  planning on finishing up an assignment before heading to bed, when you were startled by a hand on your shoulder. You half expected to turn around to see Crowley with a request to run another errand around the school, only to come face to face with Leona, in a very fancy suit, holding out an expensive looking dress.

“Get changed - we’re going out,” was the only explanation he gave you before stuffing the dress in your face, leaving you to rush off to change into the dress. After struggling to get the dress on for nearly 10 minutes, you met Leona at the entryway of the dorm, where he helped you put on a pair of shoes, which you were sure they cost more than the entirety of Ramshackle Dorm (not that the dorm was worth much in the first place anyways). Leona then led you to the Dark Mirror, asking for an address that you didn’t recognize. Stepping through the mirror, you found yourself on a street flooded with lights from billboards and cars whizzing by. What was most impressive was that directly in front of you was a giant restaurant that looked like it was taken out of a vogue magazine. To say you felt out of place was an understatement. Leona, however, did not seem to care as he walked straight into the restaurant and almost left you behind. You were forced to half-jog to catch up. 

It wasn’t until you had made it to your seat, one that Leona had apparently booked, that you recognized the restaurant. It was a 5-star restaurant that had been endorsed by hundreds of celebrities, Vil included, that was known for being notoriously hard to get a reservation for. What was even more surprising was that it seemed like Leona had managed to get a reservation for a private room.

“I had tried to get a reservation for last week, but they didn’t have any tables free,” Leona explained once the waiter had left the room to grab water for the two of you. It was then that you figured out why he had gone through so much effort getting a seat. Last week had been your ½ year anniversary, and you had dragged Leona to your dorm for a nice-ish dinner together. He had acted annoyed at the endeavor, yet you knew better, and judging by the fact that Leona was wearing the bracelet you made him, you could tell he had enjoyed the night. However, you didn’t expect Leona to return your dinner by going this far with your first half anniversary. You were touched.

“Thank you Leona. It’s lovely!” you replied, falling even further for the lion man.

Ruggie:

It had been about 6 months since you had begun dating Ruggie, and you had gotten used to your bi-weekly dates by now. On these dates, Ruggie would come over to your dorm and the two of you would cuddle up together to watch a movie while eating some snacks. Not very glamorous, but it was cheap and fun, and spending time together was enough for the two of you. Neither of you had much money,  so the two of you had agreed  on not spending much money on each other. Even so, you felt like doing something special for your half-year anniversary. Normal restaurants and other such common date locations were out of the question due to their price. 

After a bit of deliberating, you realized there was a perfect place for the anniversary: a buffet. Although buffets were not the most fashionable, they were inexpensive and the fact that you could eat as much as you want was a big plus. The only remaining issue was getting Ruggie there without him finding out about the date. Ruggie was smart, and you were sure that he would see through any surprise  you tried to plan. While you could outright tell him, the chances of him saying that he wouldn’t want you to waste your money were high, and there was no fun in doing it that way. And so, you turned to the only person you could trust to help you with getting Ruggie there.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and Ruggie was tired. He had had classes all day, and he was feeling completely drained. He had hoped to  just crash onto his bed once he got back to his dorm room, but Leona had requested something that Sam did not stock. He knew he had to appease Leona, so Ruggie’s only choice was to use the Dark Mirror to purchase the item from the supplier directly. It was a pain and he really didn’t feel like doing it, but it wasn’t like he had a choice. What he hadn’t expected was you offering to accompany him. Even less expected for him was the Dark Mirror dropping the two of you  off onto a hustling city street. He started to check the slip of paper, where Leona had written the shop address, thinking he had misspoke, when you suddenly started pulling him towards a nice looking establishment.

It was only when the two of you had made it inside that he realized what you were doing, and by then it was too late, as you had already started piling food onto your plate.

“You can eat as much as you want–it’s my treat,” you told Ruggie, turning back to look at him expectantly. He stood still for a couple more seconds before grabbing another tray to select some food. “I guess I’d better enjoy myself then,” he grinned.

The two of you would go on to enjoy your date, and by the time it was done, you were planning on how to trick Ruggie into going on another date. Ruggie, on the other hand, managed to sneak out 5 plates worth of food, and to this day, you are still unsure as to how he did it.

[centi-pedve]

been scouring the regretevator wiki cause i was curious (terrible wiki btw i am so sorry. one page has a citation that just links to some discord bullshit which people who are not in the server obviously cant see) anyways i am getting a terrible impression of the creator(?) and i would be interested in your thoughts on this business if youd be willing to share :3

oh goodness gracious... well we do have Some thoughts and we dunno if they match your own concerns since, we purposefully don't go out looking for whatever the creator has said but yeah even from a distance it's. Not looking good. (Already mentioned some of these before but for the sake of putting it in one place we'll be redundant)

definitely has his own takes on certain characters, headcanons, and the like. it was silly at first but as time went on and the more effort he put into pushing negativity over certain things the less fun it became. we think, if you want people to dislike a character, you try and make them dislikeable within the context of the story and then let people form those opinions. rather than being weird about the fact that there are still people who do like the character and punishing them by denying them the most basic things or even involving them in the story at all because Doesn't Deserve It. yes this is primarily about unple/asant

related but... too much of a reliance on telling stories with twitter or other unofficial platforms. did we learn nothing from the dumbledore is gay tweet. like a huge amount of information on the wiki that is very important to understanding the characters are just is NOT in the game, like if you played the game fully you'd still need to rely on the wiki to be able to participate in fandom. honestly a large part of that is why we're so biased towards certain characters! unple/asant and infe/cted are the only characters with lore and trivia and such that we've bothered to go on the wiki for and memorize. we've played the game for hours and hours but that doesnt mean much lol. once again, unple/asant especially, it literally DOESN'T TALK or participate in ANY of the active dynamic story because Doesn't Deserve It but there's still things to know about unple/asant and people who like the game just want something!! like dunno the overuse of social media in storytelling just makes it so much more unfun, we don't like how information is released and the fact that we need to rely on external material that... is sometimes taken back because the creator has gone on record Just Saying Shit. favorite example vv

Which is really funny considering it has 1 piece of dialogue on the game. So it can physically speak, and is also not "mewing 24/7" by result of having that dialogue (pretty sure the creator was just encouraged to say that without giving a fuck but, whatever). but the things that happen in game are second to the creator's twitter feed AMIRIGHTFELLAS

3. the,. the ableism. we've heard people tried to bring it up with the creator in the past and they were ignored so we feel comfortable mentioning it lol. bi/ve is a stereotype of someone who suffers from paranoia really, we mean we love her but... lol... and we will say it again pe/st should not canonically have npd or aspd. like omggg the evil character that robs people has two pds negatively stereotyped as belonging to evil people we're sure there was no bias in this decision. maybe we'd be less bothered if people didn't treat it as so serious and pretend to be cluster b allies like "you have to give him some understanding cuz he has aspd and npd 🥺" like no because he's evil, also maybe it wouldn't hurt to care about real people with those pds instead of a caricature. also the half-hearted throwing around of the word "mute" for unple/asant has been pointed out as ableist by a lot of people.

tldr uhhh wuhgghh NOT A PERSONAL ATTACK nobody get us (: nobody talk us...

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read Eddie, Enamored, and Enlightened also on ao3

Considering recent events in all of their lives, Eddie was actually doing really well. The 118 was back together, his relationship with Marisol was going well, and then there was Tommy.

Tommy reached out after the Uno happened, apparently having gotten his number from Chimney, and asked if he wanted to get coffee. Before they’d taken off, they’d been chatting about the helicopter, and given Eddie’s history, he’d had half a mind to reach out to Tommy first so they could get to know each other better.

Turns out them hitting it off wasn’t limited to just working well together during a disaster. They had a lot in common that wasn’t just related to their careers. One cup of coffee turned into two which turned into tickets to a fight in Vegas, a helicopter ride, movie nights to introduce him to Chris, karaoke and trivia bars, Muay Thai, fixing up cars, and bi-weekly basketball games that Buck never wanted to join in on. It was nice to have someone to share those hobbies with.

Come to think it, Tommy was probably the best friend he’d made since he’d met Buck. Not that anyone could really compare to him, not after everything Buck had done for him and his family over the years, but it was nice spending time with someone who really got him once in a while.

And Tommy? Well, Tommy was always excited to hang out with him.

From meeting him on the tarmac with a smile to matching him hit for hit on the mat, it felt good to be around him.

It didn’t occur to him what that meant for the rest of his relationships until far after he should have realized.

Strange as it was to say it, there was a certain amount of comfort that came along with mind numbing pain.

Eddie was in pain a lot more than the average person was, but that didn’t mean he should be used to it. Not that he was used to it, it still hurt when he tried to move, but he was able to turn that pain into clarity, to best assess himself and his surroundings to be able to take the next step forward.

His ankle pulsed at the very thought of walking. Maybe that wasn’t the best metaphor to use in this particular situation.

Still, with the pain shooting up his leg, he was more aware of his surroundings than most people would have guessed. He heard Chim’s voice cutting through the crowd of people, quickly throwing out potential diagnoses and suggesting next steps. He heard Buck, notably panicked, offering to pull his Jeep around to take him to urgent care. He heard Tommy, calm, cool, and collected, being the voice of reason.

They’d driven together. He was parked closer. Tommy would be the one to take him to see a doctor.

And through it all, Eddie let it happen. He let himself be taken to the car and as Tommy shut the door behind him, he set the sharpness of the pain roll over him again. Tommy’s car reminded him a lot of Buck’s but he knew he wouldn’t find his spare sunglasses in the glove compartment, or one of Chris’ water bottles in the back seat.

Buck’s Jeep was also more comfortable, or at least he was more used to it. He’d rather have Buck drive him, but he had a feeling no one would have heard him out about it, especially when Tommy had so easily insisted on the grounds that they’d come together.

Knowing Buck, the guilt of knocking him over was eating him alive too. Whenever Eddie had been injured before, Buck was the one stopping him from bleeding out, or breaking down his door, or fixing his walls while making sure that he’s okay. It was the same when Buck was hurt, when he was trapped under the engine, when he was throwing up blood, when he was struck by lightning. Eddie was there, making sure he made it to the hospital, making sure he kept breathing, so he understood the anxiety Buck must be feeling.

He should be here, in Tommy’s backseat, or better yet in the driver’s seat because that’s how it always was with them.

“Buck-” he gritted out suddenly, causing Tommy to glance over at him as he started the car.

“Is back with Chimney, probably on their don’t worry, you’ll be able to see him later so he can apologize.”

Eddie didn’t want an apology, he wanted his Buck. Still, he had a feeling any protests he wanted to make would go unheard, so he stayed quiet as Tommy pulled out of his parking spot and onto the road.

He let Tommy fuss over him, getting into the wheelchair he was offered without complaint. Tommy pushed him inside, fetching the paperwork he needed to check-in so Eddie didn’t need to get up.

Tommy had wanted to go back with him.

He’d told him to go home, or even just to go sit in the waiting area. He wasn’t a child. It was ridiculous, he was perfectly capable of navigating the office without help.

The nurses were kind to him, and he did what he could to make everyone’s lives as easy as possible.

Finally, he was wheeled back to get checked over by one of the doctors, and a few x-rays later, he was told his ankle wasn’t broken, just really badly sprained, and he’d need to stay off of it for a couple of days.

It wasn’t long before the doctor was giving him the first dose of pain meds and they were wheeling him back out the door and into the waiting room where Tommy met them.

The thing about pain meds is that Eddie hated them. Logically, he knew that they were supposed to help, to make him feel better while he healed, but he found that the numbness made him foggy and slow. He’d rather have the clarity that came with sharp pain than be slow and stupid under the guise of healing.

The nurse handed his prescription to Tommy, reiterating her instructions to him, to make sure Eddie stayed off the injured ankle. She clearly had experience with stubborn firefighters.

“Your boyfriend is a model patient, but that doesn’t mean we want him to be in here if he doesn’t have to be,” she told Tommy.

Eddie frowned. Boyfriend?

He expected Tommy to correct her, but instead he just laughed. “Thanks, I’ll make sure to pick this up before I get him home. Thanks for everything, I think we were both worried that it would be worse.”

“He’ll be just fine as long as he doesn’t make it worse. Have a good night, gentlemen.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving Tommy and Eddie alone.

Eddie didn’t say much on their way home, dozing a bit as Tommy drove. He vaguely remembered the pharmacy, and then they were pulling into his driveway. He didn’t know why it surprised him that Buck’s Jeep wasn’t in the driveway.

“Where’s Buck?”

“Oh you’re awake, I was worried I’d have to carry you inside,” Tommy said.

Eddie swatted his hand away when he tried to help him out of the Jeep. He repeated his question. “Where’s Buck?”

“Probably at his own apartment, I assumed you wouldn’t want to see him.”

What a ridiculous thing to assume. He told Tommy as much.

“Eddie, Evan hurt you. He caused this, you do understand that right?”

“He didn’t mean to,” Eddie argued, ignoring how foreign ‘Evan’ sounded coming from Tommy’s mouth.

Tommy sighed, depositing the prescription container on the kitchen counter. “How about this,” he said. “I will text Evan and tell him how you are. Then he can decide what he wants to do. Would that be okay?”

Eddie huffed. Tommy didn’t know Buck like he did. He didn’t know that Buck would get anxious and isolate himself until one of them dragged him back out of his shell. Ideally, Eddie would go over to the loft himself, but he knew he was in no state to do anything about that now.

Now he kind of just wanted to take a nap while Christopher was still staying with Pepa, but that didn’t take away from wanting to make sure Buck wasn’t getting in his head about hurting him.

“Fine,” Eddie responded after a moment.

Tommy nodded and pulled out his phone, probably sending off a text to Buck. Then he turned his phone off and knelt down next to Eddie. “You’d rather have Evan here right now, wouldn’t you?”

It was barely a question. They both already knew the answer.

“Look,” Tommy said, standing up and clearing his throat. “I’m going to go. I didn’t mean to take over his place in your life, I probably should have listened when you wanted him here. I really like you, Eddie, but I’m not going to compete for your attention.”

In Eddie’s addled mind, it sounded like a break up speech, but he didn’t mention that. Instead, he sighed. “Just make sure that Buck’s okay. And tell him to relax.”

Tommy laughed, but Eddie knew it was good natured. “I’ll do that. Get some rest, Eddie. You need it.”

~~~

Eddie woke up to his phone vibrating next to his face. He moved to grab it and with the twinge of pain in his ankle came the memories of the last 12 hours. He groaned, but hit answer when he saw who was calling.

“Hey Buck.”

“Eddie? I’m sorry, did- did I wake you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t mind. What’s going on?”

“I just, I wanted to apologize for earlier. I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

“It was an accident, Buck, you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

“No, but I- I pushed you too hard, I pushed us too hard, and now you’re hurt and I don’t think I know how to make it up to you.”

Eddie smiled. “How about you pick up some take out and you bring me dinner. Then we’ll call it even, alright?”

“Okay. Yeah, okay, I can do that. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Alright, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”

“You don’t have to-”

Eddie hung up and swung his body around so he could stand. The crutches that he kept around for moments like these were in the coat closet anyway, so it gave him another reason to get up.

He limped over to the closet and let the pain, still slightly dulled by painkillers, ground him to reality.

A lot had happened in the past day, or really the past month, but the last few hours had been enlightening to say the least.

Tommy wasn’t Buck. He would never be Buck, but Eddie was blind before. He knew where they stood.

He needed to call Marisol before Buck came home. It wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation for either of them, but she at the very least deserved the truth. He wasn’t a good boyfriend to her, as much as he pretended he could be. The realization didn’t hurt as much as it probably should, but it only didn’t hurt because he finally understood what he probably had known all along.

Eddie had everything he needed. He had Chris and Buck at the 118. Why he thought he needed more was beyond him, but none of that mattered.

So when Buck opened the door 45 minutes later, Eddie was waiting for him. There was a case of beer already in the fridge, a movie already queued up on the TV, and a question on his mind.

He already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it first.

“I told you you didn’t need to unlock the door for me, you stubborn son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie waved him off. “You got the food?”

“Obviously. And you’re- you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Buck, stop trying to apologize. If anything, I should apologize to you. I know you didn’t mean it, I was just ignoring what was right in front of me.”

He snagged Buck’s wrist and pulled him into a hug. Buck’s hands came to rest around his waist, and Eddie cradled the back of his head in his hands.

“I’m still sorry I hurt you,” Buck muttered into his shoulder.

“I know,” Eddie said simply. “But I also know that you wouldn’t do something like that on purpose, so we’re going to leave it at that. How does that sound?”

Buck pulled back slightly so he could see Eddie’s face. “That sounds good,” he answered, the ghost of his sweet smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.

How could he have possibly missed this?

Eddie stroked the line of Buck’s jaw with his thumb. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it really is.”

Kissing Buck felt like the last piece of a puzzle snapping into place. As he leaned into him, he felt the pain in his ankle radiate all the way up into his leg, and with it came stark clarity. He could see his future clearly laid out, and knew that this was everything he’d needed all along.

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002 for Shino please 🙏

For this ask game. Major spoilers herein

How I feel about this character: 

What a perfect dummy.

Norba Shino is the living embodiment of why we care about Tekkadan. Because they are, despite their profession, just as capable of warmth, enthusiasm, care and love as any other bunch of kids. And of being idiots, of being horny, of committing all the mistakes and stupid arguments you'd expect from teenagers.

Which is why it's the right move for him to be the first major casualty as season 2 races towards its inevitable conclusion. All those things -- all that humanity -- leads to Shino's rash attempt to kill Rustal Elion, to him throwing his life away on something that serves very little purpose beyond making everyone feel better about having tried. It's prideful, stupid and reckless, driven by a desperate need to be taken seriously. Everything that makes Tekkadan what it is.

Also he's bi as hell. I adore the great big jug-eared lunk.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: 

Hmm. See, sexually, I could ship Shino with practically anyone. My man is not fussy and he has the kind of personality that could mesh well with most of the cast, frankly. But romance . . . I dunno. I don't actually think, at the point he is in the show itself, Shino is very much capable of romance.

Regardless, current run down of slash-pairings I have written/may write:

Yamagi/Shino = 'I finally got a clue and also PTSD'

Yamagi/Shino/Eugene = 'hey, did you know I'm allowed to sleep with my friends?'

Yamagi/Chad/Shino = 'my partner's boyfriend is having a bad day'

598/Yamagi/Shino = 'that kid we met once grew up hench as fuck and just blurted out 'you're really pretty' at Yamagi while half-drunk - let's go!'

My non-romantic OTP for this character: 

Shino and Eugene are best buddies for life. Poly-shipping aside, I see those two as joined at the hip forever, with their friendship long predating Orga and Mika's arrival at the CGS.

And yes, Shino's been winding Eugene all the time they've known each other but 1) Eugene needs people to call him on his ego and 2) the way he's still prepared to be vulnerable around Shino anyway means something, you know?

My unpopular opinion about this character: 

OK, I don't know if this is unpopular, but I stand by the idea Shino is not actually a fundamentally nice person. That is to say, for all he's an unabashed cheerleader for his friends, a walking bear-hug of a personality, and generally quite sweet in his ignorance, he's also completely at home with violent behaviour. Of all the mecha pilots on Tekkadan's side, Shino is the one who most readily gives the impression of *enjoying* the fights. He's eager for it, wants to prove he's capable of winning, and readily lashes out when he's angry. He is, to my mind, very much a product of being socialised in a military setting and has absolutely no issues with solving problems via beating the tar out of them. A hell of a friend to have at your back but you do *not* want to be on his bad side.

Though obviously my actual unpopular opinion is it 100% took him that long to notice Yamagi was into him and didn't consciously consider being attracted to the guy until then. The pining was *never* mutual.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

*stares at the 600,000 words of fanfic predicated on him surviving his suicide run against the Arianrhod Fleet*

Funny you should ask.

No but seriously though, I would have liked his bisexuality to have been referenced outside the context of Yamagi. Like, it is pretty definitively text that Shino *is* bi, I just think it'd have been funny to establish that, no, he's capable of being attracted to other guys, he just genuinely had it fixed in his head that because Tekkadan were family, sex between them was off the table.

my OTP:

I mean it's not like I'm *not* a total sucker for the doomed in-canon pairing, is it?

What I think it is, is that it's established very quickly that Shino sees Yamagi as a friend and respects his abilities. To an extent, he even thinks Yamagi is really cool! Which, well, he thinks that about all his friends, but it establishes Yamagi isn't pining for nothing. This isn't a 'barely knows I exist' kind of crush, it's a 'I cannot spit out what I actually feel despite the fact the other guy likes hanging around with me and is never less than friendly and complementary'. It feels very 'normal teenager' in a way that, similar to Mika/Atra/Kudelia, contrasts poignantly with the situation everyone is in.

But there are also layers to it, or at least enough attendant details that allow for the possibility of layers. Shino has moments suggesting a fatal lack of self-confidence, for all his bigging up Tekkadan as a whole. He doesn't congratulate *himself* much and he reacts really badly to his skills being doubted, and to letting everybody else down. He's also not a pushy person which sits a little strangely with his otherwise loud, extroverted personality: despite having basically had Eugene confirm Yamagi is into him, he still makes space for the whole 'drinking the night away' thing to be an invitation rather than an assumption.

Yamagi, meanwhile, is blatantly not a shy person in general. He explores ideas off his own bat and presents them to Yukinojo, he's in his element ordering Dane and Hush around, and he gets to be a sarcastic little jerk more often than he pours oil on the troubled waters that are Takaki and Ride. Furthermore, while he lets his crush on Shino show blatantly when it can't be seen, his go-to reaction when observed is to become quite curt and cold. Shino jokes that Yamagi is 'scary' and it's clear the kid knows how to make his displeasure known. Plus, of course, Yamagi rejects -- off his own initiative -- a yearning to have died alongside Shino in favour of picking up where he left off, protecting Tekkadan.

There are angles there, is my point, to explore their similarities and to have their differences run counter to assumptions about who they are based on first appearances. I'm too deep into writing my version of this to be be objective any more but I really do think it's interesting to posit that Yamagi has the more durable personality and Shino a far more vulnerable one, ill-equipped to deal with, say, thinking his failure caused all his friends to die.

In the show, they're a could-have-been. They don't get their chance to be together and if they had, and things had generally gone better, it might not actually have lasted. I don't know how well Shino would have done in a first-time relationship after years of growing up too fast, and I don't know if Yamagi would have gotten what he was looking for out of it.

But give it a few years of Yamagi trying to live up to a Shino-shaped hole in the world and of Shino trying (failing) to live with himself over what happened and they become this wonderful, spiky ball of love, trauma and an enthusiastic openness about sex that comes of learning the cost of taking things too slow.

my cross over ship:

I'm semi-allergic to crossovers (they're just usually not my thing) so I really don't know . . .

a headcanon fact:

I already posted the one about how the thing he wanted to shut Zack up about was getting turned on by a dominatrix so let's go with . . .

Shino is from a big family. Like, over half a dozen kids stuck in one household with over-worked/struggling/absentee parents. That's why he tends to gravitate towards sharing space with the younger boys: it's what he's used to, since he's played the roll of an additional care-giver from the age of too-flipping-young-to-have-that-kind-of-responsibility. He is *really* good with kids, albeit more in a 'on their wavelength' kind of way than actually being anything like a responsible adult.

This is not the tragic part, at least not dramatically so since this is probably the case for a not- insignificant fraction of the Third Group. No, the kicker is that one day Shino's family upped and disappeared and he has absolutely no idea what happened to them. He was off earning money at the CGS and then the next time he went home, the building had been entirely cleared out.

He never talks about it.

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Well that was probably an unnecessarily sad note to end on. But I really enjoyed writing this! I think I like this ask game :)

[meara-eldestofthemall]

Hello Bat-gran 👋.

What were the decisions, good and bad, made about writing Tim and Damian (and by extension others) that led us to having 2 Robins?

Is this a problem textually, or a problem with DC as a company?

Thank you for the great ask. What an excellent way to start 2024!

The blame for the two Robins can be laid firmly at the gnarly, ugly feet of DC. The Editorial Staff has a long, disturbing history of making staggeringly bad character decisions. Worse yet they seem to hire writers who make even worse storyline decisions. The Robins dilemma is a perfect example. Let me explain.

When Damian was first introduced he was supposed to end up as a villain. That’s why he was so darn unlikable at first. The writers wanted us to hate him and boy did they make it easy. Then DC did an abrupt about-face and decided to make Damian Robin. They shoved Tim Drake out of the cape into the Red Robin suit to make room for the new kid in a manner fans still dislike today. It did neither Tim or Damian any favors but only seemed to cement the divide among Robin fans.

Half of the fans loved Damian. He was like a miniature Wolverine; violent, raw and disrespectful in a way Robin had never been before. It was a completely new take on the character. The other half of fandom loathed him as Robin and really, really wanted Tim Drake to remain in the role. Tim was the everyman, the Peter Parker of the DC universe. He’d taken the role to new heights and people wanted him to stay. 

So DC did what they do best - the wrong thing. 

After the not-nearly-fast-enough death of the New-52, the Rebirth universe featured Damian as Robin and Tim as Red Robin but in his old Robin suit with an RR shuriken stuck on it. See! Tim isn’t Robin, he’s Red Robin!

DC changed Tim back to just Robin (and made him 16 again) right around the time Damian quit the role. The original storyline was to have Damian become an anti-hero if not a full blown villain. That ground work was laid during Damian’s Teen Titan run where he had the illicit prison. Tim was given a sharp update of the Robin suit (we will not talk about the whole “Drake” debacle) and was working with Bruce again. 

Then DC Bloodbath of 2020 happened and Dan Didio plus a lot of other employees were fired. The massive shake up Dido wanted to introduce (5G which would have seen most of the legacy characters sidelined) was gone as well.

DC had changed direction. Again.

Damian was back in as Robin but with a new costume. Tim was still Robin and came out as Bi. Unfortunately this only compounded all the old problems. 

While an excellent character, Damian simply does not work well as Robin with anyone but Dick Grayson as Batman. He and Bruce are forever at each other’s throats and, quite frankly, his character development is hobbled by being Robin. 

Tim not only works extremely well as Robin to Bruce’s Batman but darn well all by himself. He’s far too independent to be considered the traditional sidekick. But since he came out as Bi DC can’t move him out of the Robin mantle without facing potential backlash due to the message that move would send (Robin is too important to be “sullied” by having a queer person wearing the cape). 

DC’s unwillingness to plan for the long term, and stick to those plans, is how and why there are currently two Robins. DC’s inability to learn from past mistakes is why we’re going to have two Robins for the foreseeable future. Could I be wrong? Gosh, I hope so but after more than 50 years of following Batman and crew, I highly doubt it. 

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If you're still doing head cannons, do you have any for Trip from time force?

Got a lot here, also Xybrian lore with him that I thought of👀

-Xybrians have slight alliances towards Rafkonians because of their mind like properties however most of the population like Trip can't fully control their mental abilities like Zayto or Aiyon.

-Trip was bullied when he first came to Earth and when he joined the Time Force organization. Considering that the future on Earth still has racism(Mutants I'm sorry) the idea of a Xybrian isn't taken extremely like mutants but still something "different" is seen weirdly within their eyes.

-Katie was Trip's first friend, Lucas kinda treated the dude like an inconvenience and because of Trip's visions he used that as an advantage to get around tasks and assignments. Though this was put down once he actually got used to being around the green ranger.

-Unknowingly to most Xybrians is that similar the concept of humans possibly getting psychic abilities upon unlocking the rest of their brain the species in that planet has a thing related to willpower and when that's unlocked they can do crazy psionic abilities. However because of the capabilities they are rather dangerous and kept a secret from the population, Trip is on the precipice of unlocking this.

-Trip is very touch starved and will take hugs as a main source of negotiation.

-Xybrians relationships don't have any standards really when it comes to sexuality. Trip himself identifies as bi but mostly into dudes, Katie and a field day explaining stuff about this on Earth(plus 31st Century so everyone is just chill tbh😎)

-Trip's first relationship was one with Alex Drake, the authoritarian aspect really made him feel safe and two did share some...quality time with each other however this was mainly a ruse because Alex looked through records and found out Trip's species knew some stuff about time travel and he wanted to get some secrets out of Trip, this actually led to Alex getting a better position in the organization.

-Alex and Trip had this little phase before the Time Force team came together, the former red ranger pretty much ignores him or any acknowledgment of the events. Of course Trip doesn't hate him but knowing about everything adds salt to the wound.

-Because of his culture not having secrets kept between everyone Trip tends to vent out every now and then. This also made him prone to people(Like Alex) taking advantage of his knowledge, the one time Trip said no to a person he shut down and hit well away in the clock tower. Katie had to be the one to help him realize there's nothing wrong in declining things, he considers her a sister.

-Trip have 4 siblings at home however he never contacts them. This is because two are scholars too busy trying to explore the universe while the other two constantly work with spatial architecture, plus with practices on their planet it's not uncommon for family to drift apart as they age.

-he loves throwing Eric and Wes off with future facts but also uses it as leverage to scare them whenever an argument starts.

-R&B is Trip's favorite musical genre. He's a little shy but get him a drink and he'll become the best dancer on the team. (Katie: I don't know what it means but Eric says you can "throw it back" really good at the club. Trip: ......kill me.)

-his hair literally cannot be dyed by most material,  only way of getting rid of the color is either by burning or having contact with star that has another color.

-you can literally lift him up like a little kitten.

-During the Wild Force crossover all the WF rangers were on edge when they saw the gem on Trip's forehead thinking he was some org. Didn't help that he bodied half the team in a fight when they were ready to kill him on spot.

-Trip is a very sloppy kisser, most guys tend to find it adorable though.

-one thing to note would be how Trip earns the most money out of the other rangers. He owns an apartment back in Millennium City but doesn't enjoy the idea of being alone in his thoughts so he stays either at Katie or Lucas's place.

-On a small scale the little xybrian has managed to develop his visions at will from time to time. This has become quite the powerful asset for fighting.

-Jen continues to train Trip closely because he really wants to hone the craft of combat and aside from Eric the green ranger has become the 2nd strongest member on their team.

-the true nature of Xybrian abilities is to "shift" the bounds of mind and reality. Only one being is able to fully due this and it's Trip, basically controlled what he wants his visions to be and also allowing for that image to phase through time itself, basically altering the future. Theoretically this has made Trip one of the most powerful green rangers and also a known target of the Time Force Organization as they have contingency for if he goes rogue. The team obviously disagrees with those guidelines and will LITERALLY murder the entire organization if they try anything.

-Trip has two moms and despite the old belief of family on Xybria he keeps good contact with them. They use these phone like devices that resemble that of a blooming flower to communicate from long distance, fun fact would be that they had this long before humans developed the telegraph⚘️📞☎️(concept reminds me of the skull phones from halloweentown if anyone remembers those movies).

-Trip enjoys wearing big clothes that layer around him or in some instances clothing that has rips. Xybrian fashion can be described as a traditional future type of style with emphasis on "showing your true self" coming into mix(

-Trip loves learning about history, Xybria has history spanning over millions of years. Though due a dark age half of it has been lost and this has made the green ranger eager to solve mysteries overall in life(I have many lore ideas for them as well as a lot for Raflon if anyone is interested in a post I'd be glad to make one.)

-He hates pickles and the very thought of being around one makes Trip want to burn the clock tower down.

-for any comic fans(@augment-techs might like this one👀), during Shattered Grid Drakkon found out about the shifting abilities that Xybrians may have access to and he ordered that they would be hunted in fears of some collective hivemind changing the future to defeat him(Coinless Trip would have a scar on his forehead from the gem being ripped out)

-one thing the green ranger enjoys is going through history and having lunch with his favorite historical figures.

-during Lucas's race fiasco Dash decided to go after Trip to toy with the blue ranger. Flirting, trying to get hands and what not, Trip didn't mind the attention but Lucas was ready to commit a crime during the event.

-Trip has a huge crush on Wes and the two got together, though because of Alex the green ranger has to keep reminding himself that Wes isn't Alex, Eric may or may not joined the relationship and the two red rangers actually find the little xybrian to be amazing.

-Alien movies are seen as offensive in his eyes.

-When he sleeps the little gem on his head lights up, he can also look through people's dreams from time to time. Eric dreams about Wes in an apron...like a lot.

-hia favorite food is apple pie.

-Grid energy allows for a lot of Trip's abilities become super-powered than usual. One time when a dude was hassling him in a store he ended up blasting him into a wall made a crater...not really in his nature to be excessively violent, though some rangers like Zhane asked for him with their own mind powers.

-Each of the time force rangers have a phone plan with the xybrian flower communicators thanks to Trip, one of his mom's is quiet yet resourceful worker for one of the aristocrats on his homeworld so she has everyone on the family plan.

-Constellations are a great sign for the green ranger as his grandmother used to take him to see light shows in neighboring galaxies. Whenever a lantern festival happens or a shooting star passes on Earth Trip takes all the time to watch the phenomenon.

-Trip loves his birthday but on Xybria due to the secrets rule the idea of a day being limited to one's self is looked down upon so he doesn't get to celebrate it often. Katie never forgets and she organized a party with Wes and Eric for the dude.

-Trip can force-choke someone with his mind but he doesn't like to hurt people.

-his grandmother was killed by his abilities during a family ceremony to meditate together. The pressure from this really made Trip freak out and the pillars of their house fell on the woman's body, Jen's the only person that he's ever told about this (effectively making this the only secret he really keeps)

-when really charged up his hair becomes a bit bluer which Wes finds rather hot for some reason. Psionics🟢✨️

-the zord cockpit concept gave Trip the idea to create a space within his mind for focus. When he really needs a place to escape to he'll sneak away to something peaceful, this also allowed him to practice lucid dreaming, anything to become attuned with the mind.

-his favorite animal is a dragon, Xybria had a myriad of them in the past but after the forgotten dark age they went extinct for some mysterious reason. One megazord formation he created with the Q-Rex zord involves a dragon like fusion.

-Funny enough but when Trip gets mad at a person he will bite them if he gets the opportunity. Wes seems to enjoy this and uses it to his advantage.

-He's really good at sewing and can even mend together clothing made of stardust like thread he buys from space. One of the main material used to make traditional xybrian outfits.

-Trip became a clothing model for a short amount of time and actually wore some small designs by Trent Fernandez. After Cosmic Fury and eventually into SPD with aliens becoming more prominent on earth he gave the dude some of his homeworld's design references but Trent can only take small influences as 1.) They're from the 31st Century and 2.) He'd like to make his own designs instead.

-Andros, Zhane, Karone, Aiyon, Zayto and Trip together call themselves the Hex-Squad(Hexad and mind squad)

[dreamertrilogys]

If you are comfortable sharing, what's the situation with dani? ofc pls only share if you are comfortable!!<3

i typed up a response to this & then accidentally deleted it TWICE i fucking hate this app. anyway this got long soooo

okay so we first met in english class at the start of the year right (we were both sort of friends with this one girl & like we sat near each other and both spoke up in class a lot). anyway we got this assignment to write a memoir about something that’s happened in our lives. so here i was a week before the due date, still topic-less (we had a month to work on it btw). i half-jokingly said i could come out to the teacher as bi in the memoir bc then she’d HAVE to give me a good mark right (it worked btw i got a 98% on it <3). and then it sort of spiralled into a whole “you should write about someone you’ve dated and being sexuality into it via that” / “i’ve never dated anyone” / “pretend you dated me”. (oh btw dani was already out to me and our other friends from english class as bi at this point). and so then we started flirting a LOT but like mostly as a joke(???). it was definitely more lighthearted at the start but like. well we were still very much flirting. like it was to the point where she’d ask me to go somewhere with her and i’d have to ask “in what way do you mean that” (the reply to that was always some variation of “in whatever way you want me to mean it”). this continued for like months and stuff but i didn’t consider the possibility that she actually liked me until recently (around a week ago ish?) anyway

okay so now it’s ummm. last tuesday(?). there’s a supply teacher for english so we decide to skip together (in a date way. i think). many things happen here:

we hold hands (romantically. she specifically asked me if i held hands with my friends and when i said no she was like ok good)

she kept looking at me and i kept saying what and then eventually she told me she thought i was pretty and that she liked me

this was so. like i had to cover my face with my hands for a bit after this and then i eventually told her she was pretty too and stuff. i couldn’t manage to tell her that i liked her but i did heavily imply it i think

i then came out to her as trans (ok so this was kind of rocky. first i was like would you still like me if i was a guy & she was like (lightheartedly/mostly jokingly) no bc guys have penises

and i was like are you bi? (like not meanly but just she’s sort of been questions if she’s bi or a lesbian and like. yknow) and then we sort of talked abt it for a bit and she was like i don’t know there’s like one (1) guy i’d date but don’t worry it’ll never happen (can’t tell if she only likes him bc he’s unattainable or if she was just clarifying that it would never happen bc yknow she just told me that she liked me)

anyway then and then she was like why tho? and so i was like i’m trans etc etc (MOST EMBARRASSING CONVERSATION OF MY LIFEEEE i genuinely despise the act of coming out to people it’s so awkward). anyway she was incredibly nice about it and apologized for her previous answer and shit (like she was genuinely truly sorry for it trust me). she was also like “for the record i still like you”. anyway she asked what names/pronouns she should use in front of which people etc etc

anyway while walking back to school after the whole coming out business she was like “can i reword something from before?” and then told me she thought i was hot (like in contrast to the earlier pretty). this was SOOOOO

okay so anyway ever since then she’s taken over the spot of the guy who used to sit next to me in english and every class we just spend with our chairs pressed together shoulders touching etc etc. now my PERSONAL issues with the idea of dating her:

i mean. there’s my religious stuff obviously. islamically i technically can’t date anyone but like. i genuinely don’t know where i stand on that anymore it’s quite awful i don’t want to think about it etc etc

there’s the fact that i still have a huge crush on one of my other friends (but like. he’s very definitely currently unattainable so i’m not sure how much this matters)

i’ve never dated anyone before this is so scary 😭😭 she’s dated much more than me and like. idk

she’s so cool and pretty and nice and hot but i don’t truly think we could like be together forever like we simply are just two very different people without enough in common (OR maybe i just have commitment issues. who knows.) (then again we were never really friends like the whole friendship was based on flirting as a joke so really what common ground do we have) (do i really have commitment issues? i mean yes probably but also i genuinely think if my friend who i have a crush on asked me out right now i’d probably say yes. but then again who knows for sure. certainly not me!)

not an issue this is a pro. did i mention she’s SO fucking hot like it’s insane 😳

[jimblejamblewritings]

the imprint on the blood singer | part 20.

Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Your eyes flashed open and you looked around, relieved when Edward’s eyes met yours and you realized he hadn’t moved all night. His arms had stayed by his side the entire night.

“I’ll never leave you again. I shouldn’t have in the first place.”

Edward cringed when your first morning thoughts popped up. He didn’t realize that leaving didn’t protect you but stressed you out instead. He closed his eyes as you laid back down. Part of you didn’t believe him and he wasn’t sure what he could do to change that. You guys still had till the end of the week before going back to Forks, you felt like that was plenty of time for him to disappear. He wasn’t going to leave you again; except to hunt— he would never trust himself to be around you if he had any sort of thirst.

You finally got up, wanting food. Your breakfast was light and bland. It wasn’t the food that made you sick, it was the smell. And with werewolf senses, you smelled everything. While you ate, Edward packed. Even though there was time, he wanted everything done. It took him a minute to come to his senses as he packed. The sound of two heartbeats in the silence of the house was strong and he still wasn’t used to it. He would also be lying if he would say he wasn’t worried.

You looked fine but it was a vampire baby, a half vampire baby… and potentially half shifter. What kind of toll could that take on your body? But you were okay, at least you felt okay. You were still a wolf. This couldn’t be that hard, could it? You weren’t even showing and considering Edward could hear a heartbeat, that was kind of amazing. Even in human form, the brunt of your pregnancy was definitely being taken by the werewolf side. However, you were still self-conscious, switching to looser clothing that you had and a one piece swimsuit instead.

~~

You and Edward were having lunch on the boat. Like breakfast, it was very minimal and bland. You had finally had enough of the light touches and just hugged Edward from behind as he steered. He visibly stiffened underneath your touch. You sighed heavily and let go, returning to the open deck/seating area at the back of the boat. Edward found a serene spot and put the boat in park, letting it gently bob in place on the water. He walked over and sat next to you but you turned over.

“(Y/N)…”

“No.” You cut him off before he could even say anything.

“(Y/N).” He grabbed your shoulder to roll you onto your back. “Baby, please talk to me.”

“Oh look, that’s the most you’ve touched me,” you sighed and sat up, facing him. “You won’t hug me, won’t kiss me. I feel like you’re only halfway here, Ed.”

“I don’t want to hurt you again.”

You took off your sun hat and sunglasses and set them to the side. “I can’t read minds like you. You’ve got to tell me everything you’re feeling.”

Edward ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re my Tua Cantante because of your scent. We all only have one blood singer.”

“I know Ed, it’s like my imprint.”

“No, it’s worse. I don’t just feel pulled to you. I want you. Every time I get thirsty, I have to control myself around you. You overwhelm me. I never thought I would bi… The primal side kicked in and I couldn’t control it. When the hunter takes over it’s like I become a backseat driver in my own body. There was so much blood and you were so scared of me.”

“What is it like?”

Edward looked at you confused.

“You’ve told me what happened. How do you feel?”

He looked across the water. Edward knew he couldn’t look you in the eye as he said it.

“That’s the worst part. I liked it, the taste. I wanted to stop but I literally couldn’t. It’s like I wasn’t there until you screamed.”

He looked over at you. “I never want that feeling again. I thought because you weren’t fully human I couldn’t hurt you and I was stupid to trick myself into thinking that for one second.”

“So is this how we live now?”

“I don’t know.”

You scooted a little closer to Edward. You released a breath when he didn’t move away.

“Will you tell me when it becomes too much?”

You grabbed his hand. You knew Edward would say something if he was uncomfortable but you still moved slowly. You sat flush against his side, your legs touching. You kissed his shoulder, his cheek, and then his jaw. While he wasn’t tense, he didn’t melt into your side like he used to. You finally kissed his lips.

Edward very carefully kissed you back. He immediately grabbed your hand as you placed it on his face but he didn’t want you to stop. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap instead forcing your arms to rest on his shoulders. He missed you and wanted you. He let go a little more and kissed you harder. You pulled away for a breath and instead of kissing your neck like he normally did when you needed a break, he just looked at you. He smiled back when you did. You kissed him again, starting slow like before. Edward could smell your blood. Your scent was starting to become overwhelming.

“Please, stop.”

His hands gripped your waist and you pulled back immediately.

“Do you want me to get off?”

“No, it’s okay. Just stay.”

He didn’t need to breathe and yet Edward was breathing rather heavy. You didn’t move at all even as you were pulled slightly forward when Edward finally took his hands off you and sat back on them.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you removed your hands from his shoulders and sat up straight.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, little wolf. I, I just need time right now.”

You went to get off when Edward’s hands snaked around your middle again. You stopped and looked at him. He rested his forehead against yours.

“I want to kiss you again.”

“Are you sure, Ed?”

~~

Edward dropped you off at Emily’s cabin. He was stopping at your house to get stuff you asked for before coming back. You knew you would have to drop the news to the pack and it was probably best if they saw you alone first and he could come in a few minutes later.

The pack greeted you as you stepped inside. They noticed the addition of a second anklet but didn’t say anything. They accepted that Edward was about to be in their life permanently. They knew it but a little part of them still hoped you would let him go. Like you expected, Jake and Embry were the first off the couch to hug you.

“Was it fun?” Jacob asked you.

“We went dancing.”

“The Cold One went dancing?”

“I made him. They played ‘Murder She Wrote’.”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “She’s back on dancehall again…”

You chuckled because even though Jacob sounded annoyed, he was singing the lyrics of the song underneath his breath as he sat back down next to Bella. You grabbed popcorn from Seth, who complained, and popped some into your mouth. It was tasty but mild, you were thankful Emily wasn’t cooking. You weren’t sure what you would have done if those smells had hit you.

“Where is the boyfriend?”

“He’s coming, getting clothes from the house. Dropping off my suitcase.”

Embry stared at you a little hard. You were worried maybe he could hear the two heartbeats like Edward. But if you hadn’t heard it, there should be no reason Embry or the others could. His smile when seeing you turned into a deep frown, a scowl almost.

“What is that?”

He tilted your head up slightly. You knew he was staring at the bite mark. You knew it was about to get ugly.

“Where the fuck is he?” Embry growled.

Impeccable timing Edward seemed to have. You heard the sound of the car pull up right outside Emily’s. Before you could stop him, Embry stormed out of the house to confront Edward.

“You bit her?” Embry yelled as he ran up to your boyfriend.

When Embry said that, the rest of the pack got up. They all looked at you and you knew they finally saw it too. They were all storming outside. Jacob was right on Embry’s heels but even your brother’s anger couldn’t compare to Embry when it came to his imprint.

“You bit her?! You fucking touch her again and I’ll kill you.”

“Embry, wait!” You screamed as he turned into a giant wolf.

He was snapping at Edward who stayed solely on defense. Edward wasn’t fighting and you weren’t sure if it was for your sake, not wanting to hurt your pack, or if it was another form of punishment for what he did to you.

You saw the opportunity when Embry stepped back a little, ready to ram Edward, to move into the space between them. That sent Edward into action as Embry circled around him. The rest of the pack watched with bated breath, they were ready to come to Embry’s defense if need be.

“(Y/N) move. He’s pissed. He’s in too much rage, you could get hurt.”

“No. Embry, I’m okay. He didn’t mean—”

Embry snapped, cutting you off. You realized you had said the wrong thing. You should’ve lied. You and Edward should’ve discussed it before you left Isle Esme and come up with something. A rogue vampire would’ve been so easy to explain. You didn’t even think of it.

“(Y/N),” Edward whispered to you, he didn’t want to talk too loud knowing his very presence was setting everyone off. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“And what if you get hurt?”

“You and the baby are my top concern, I’ll be fine.”

Edward cut himself off when he saw you go wide-eyed. He thought you had already told the pack, that was the reason you were there after all. The rest of the pack couldn’t believe their ears. They didn’t hear Edward correctly, they couldn’t have. Embry had run around the back of the house to change back.

“You got her pregnant too,” he yelled as he came back around.

You yelped in surprise as Embry’s fist connected with your boyfriend’s face. Edward took it surprisingly well, little cracks around his jaw quickly sealed themselves back up.

“We didn’t know it could happen.”

“How the hell did you not know?”

“Vampires can’t have kids, at least the women, reproductive organs… we figured it was the same for men…” Edward trailed off not really wanting to discuss the intimate details of you two.

“So you’re not supposed to have kids and she winds up pregnant anyway… and you fucking bite her. Don’t think I forgot.”

You placed a hand on Embry’s bicep. He looked at you, his eyes softening when he did. You knew there was nothing you could say to make any of it better. It would take the pack a while to get over it and be comfortable with Edward again. They might never. But you needed this conversation to reach some sort of civility. Embry growled as he saw Edward’s hand out of the corner of his eye reach for you.

“Em. We need to leave, I have an appointment with Carlisle.”

“For the… baby?”

The word didn’t sit right in his mouth. Only after you nodded did Embry let Edward pull you to him.

“If you ever bite her again, touch her—”

“I will personally drive myself here for you to bite my head off,” Edward cut him off. How ever pissed Embry was, Edward felt the same about himself.

“Are you staying with them now?” Embry asked.

“I’m probably going to. Do you guys want to come over… for the appointment?”

The wolves looked at each other and nodded. The leeches were the last people they wanted contact with but you were still their pack member. Even if they didn’t, Jacob and Embry were coming regardless. The rest of the pack said they would be at the Cullens’ in a minute while you, Edward, Jacob, Bella, and Embry got into the car and headed over.

(Part 21)...

[missswag]

Clarisse La Rue x fem!reader

The Red Bandana

(book based)

description: Chris never dated Clarisse and never returned from Luke’s side. Y/n and Clarisse had always had a hot and cold relationship and get into a fight over her not agreeing to fight in the war. They go with annabeth and the rest of the campers and go missing during war, later found…

(i do not own percy jackson nor any characters. also not my gif.)

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(Before the war)

I almost want to slam my head on this table, Clarisse has been on me and my cabin about my father, Apollo, chariot. They had captured it in a battle but technically it’s mine and my Apollo siblings.

“You are disrespecting me and my cabin, y/n.” Clarisse says sternly, her face turning red the way it does when she gets really mad. I personally would let her have it but my cabin disagrees and i’m the head of the cabin for a reason, i represent my siblings…ever since Lee died last year. I was his second in command in a way. He taught me to fight, and unlike most people at camp he was my full brother. We both were taken to camp after a monster attacked us and my mom for the first time.

“Babe-“ I try to reason with her but she cuts me off. “Don’t even try to call me babe, your being a bi-“

Suddenly Silena jumps up and slams her hand on the table. “Can we please talk about something important, not over something silly when Charlie just-.” She stops and let’s out a small sob.

I look down at my hands, I wasn’t exactly friends with Silena. Clarisse was always the one who was friends with her, which is odd considering their the complete opposite. Usually I would get jealous over their friendship but Silena was with Beckondorf…or was. He was my friend, always was a great person to talk to. He usually was the main person who I would turn to after Clarisse and I fought.

A silent tear slid down my cheek, when I hear Clarisse say, “I apologize to only Silena.” I look up when she says this and we make eye contact. Then Clarisse threw her knife on the ping pong table before saying, “All of you can fight this was without Ares. Until I get satisfaction, no one in my cabin is lifting a finger. Have fun dying.” And then she left.

Some people looked at me, but I just sat there shocked. She wouldn’t? She-what about me? Does she not love me anymore? So many thoughts ran through my head I didn’t even notice Percy and Annabeth had already went and got the prophecy and read it.

I only was snapped back to reality when everyone started leaving and Connor tapped me on the shoulder. “Y/n…hey you leaving?” I look over and see Travis his brother standing beside him. I nodded slowly and got up from my chair.

Sometimes I start to overthink and suddenly my head gets filled with these nasty thoughts and it’s like I can’t shake them. I had to see Clarisse.

I knocked on the Ares cabin door, and waited a couple of seconds finally Nate, one of Clarisse’s half brothers opened the door before slamming it back closed. I rolled my eyes and knocked again.

After about 5 minutes of knocking the door opened and Clarisse came out and slammed it shut behind her and started stalking towards me making me back up.

“Clarisse we gotta talk.” I say with a sad voice, maybe it even quivered I don’t know. Clarisse just shook her head, “About what? The fact my own girlfriend, doesn’t even respect me enough to give me a chariot my cabin earned?” She asks angrily, almost enough to scare me.

I run my fingers through my hair frustrated, “It’s not my decision! My cabin they-“

“Mean more than me?” Clarisse asks. I stutter, I obviously love Clarisse more than anything but my siblings? My family?

“I-you-they-“ I can’t even get any words out which just seems to make her even angrier. She starts to storm away, so I grab her wrist. “Clarisse…” I trail off, she stops but doesn’t look at me.

“This is so stupid, this fight? We can’t turn on each other when war is just around the corner, and you and your cabin not fighting? You know we barely stand a chance as it is.” I say in a begging manor, actually no, I AM begging.

Clarisse just jerks her hand out if mine, “Then good riddance.” She says before storming away, and I let her. I feel tears pull in my eyes and a sob clawing away to be released. I hold it down and take a shuddering deep breath before walking back towards my cabin.

(right before the camp is about to leave.)

Clarisse and I haven’t spoken since…well, and Annabeth said we were to grab our weapons and armor and head to New York. Except I had to see Clarisse before I go, I mean…this could be it.

I knocked on her cabin door, the curtains on the window on the left side of the cabin are pulled back enough for me to see someone peeking at who would dare knock on their door. A couple of seconds later the door opens and Clarisse steps out. Her signature red bandanna tied in her hair and she’s wearing some loose jeans and a orange camp t-shirt.

She doesn’t say anything so I start talking, “Annabeth said Percy called her to meet her and us in Manhattan. We’re about to leave but i needed to see you.”

Clarisse looks unbothered and just raises a eyebrow, “Why?”

I give her a hurt look, “Because I love you…and I don’t know if i’ll make it home.”

Clarisse doesn’t meet my eyes, she just comes close enough to take her bandanna out of her hair and tie it around my wrist. She then backs away and shoves her hands into her pockets, “Good luck then.” She says before turning and going back into her cabin.

I stand there a second, she didn’t even say it back. Suddenly the bow in my hand feels heavier and the anxiety of knowing i’m going to war feels too real. I sigh and start jogging to meet Annabeth and the others at the entrance of the camp.

What I didn’t know is that Clarisse had stepped outside as soon as I left and broke down.

(Skip to the battle in new york)

Holy Zeus I never knew anyone could be this tired. It’s like every bone is aching inside of me. I see another monster charging, a hellhound. I barely have time to get an arrow and fire before it pounces on me, I close my eyes and wait for the end but feel a cloud of dust fall on me. I look up to see Connor with a sword pointed into where the hellhound was.

He bends down and sticks out a hand which I grab and he pulls me to my feet before plucking a sword from a dead demi god who had went to Luke’s side. “Maybe try this.” He says before handing it to me.

Sword’s weren’t my favorite weapon or the one I was best at but I agree they would be better in this situation. I nod at him before he starts charging another demi god traitor.

Another traitor demi god charges me but he’s smaller, no older than probably 12. I can’t even find it in myself to kill him so I smack the handle of my sword on the side of his head knocking him out. He hasn’t even hit the ground yet when I feel this intense pain in my abdomen. I look down to see the tip of a sword coming out of my stomach.

Suddenly it’s jerked out of me and I fall to my knees and roll over to see Chris Rodriguez, who I had never talked to at camp. I tried to say something, anything, but I could just sputter out blood.

Chris smiled at me in a cruel, sick grin before turning away from me leaving me to bleed out painfully. I stare up at the stormy clouds of New York City, I wish I could see the stars at least. I see a centaur get thrown into the building i’m near knocking the side of the wall into bite making the building slowly start tipping over.

The centaur gets up quickly and gallops away but I can’t move. I feel the bricks start falling on me and then I fall asleep.

3rd Person Pov

A drakon starts to rip through the Big Apple, spitting poison and crushing anything in its path. Some people run, some try their luck and charge the beast only to be met with a terrible death.

Almost hope is lost a girl in armor charging the Drakon with a new group of demi gods behind her also dressed in armor ready for a fight.

Finally when the girl is face to face with the drakon he spits his venom at her making her fall into the arms of Annabeth and other demi gods. Suddenly another girl comes riding in a flying chariot with a electric spear charging the Drakon and jumps onto his head before stabbing the beast in its eye with so much force the spear broke.

Clarisse jumped off the drakon before it disappeared into dust. Running to the injured girl, Annabeth finally jerked off the helmet. It was Silena, her once beautiful face was now covered in poison and she lay dying.

“Why did you do that?” Clarisse asked her eyes raining with tears. “Only…way….to get campers to…follow.” Silena says.

“So you stole my armor and pretended to be me?” Clarisse asked in disbelief. Silena nods slowly, “This is all my fault…charlie…”

Clarisse shushes her, “Don’t say that.” But Silena opens her head to show a bracket with Kronos’s symbol on it. Percy looks at Silena shocked, “You we’re the spy.”

Silena nods, “Before Charlie…Luke was so nice to me…and I wanted to stop after awhile but he threatened to tell…he lied to me…so this is all my fault i’m a traitor ” She says tears escaping her eyes.

Clarisse caressed her cheek, “No, you’re a hero.” And then Silena passed. Everyone felt her loss, but she was reunited with Charlie.

Clarisse rose from her friends body and wiped her tears before looking around and noticed her girlfriend wasn’t in the crowd. “Where’s Y/n?” Nobody said anything, so Clarisse turned to Percy.

“I don’t know.” Clarisse feels this aching pain in her heart, “Does anyone know?” She asks her voice trembling. Connor Strolls steps forward.

“Last I saw her she was fighting Chris Rodriguez.” He said sadly. Suddenly a roar of monsters coming toward them made them turn back to the battle, Clarisse grabbed her helmet and a sword before running to find her girlfriend.

Y/n Fletcher could be anywhere with the dead bodies lying everywhere on the streets, and Clarisse’s heart broke every second she couldn’t see you.

But what hurt the most was when she barely saw a hand sticking out of the rubble with a red bandana tied to it, and if you’d look close enough you’d see it colored a more blood red.

Clarisse held back a sob and started to slowly dig y/n out, the rough brick slicing into her hand but she didn’t care. A whole war going on around her and she still didn’t care. All that mattered to her is that y/n was hurt.

Finally after throwing several bricks away she could see her face, her still hard face. Clarisse kept digging until her girlfriends whole body was uncovered. The place where she had gotten stabbed still oozing blood but it was clear, she was dying.

Clarisse held y/n’s face in her hands and when she couldn’t feel a heartbeat she let out a sorrowful scream enough to shake Hades himself. People didn’t even have to see the body, it was clear. Y/N Fletcher was dead.

——

end note: i DID NOT see myself ending it this way but oh well. i love a good heart ache. but let me know if you want a alternate ending to this and i’ll add one on. hope u enjoyed

[elenarodriiguez]

“if you refuse to make a move, i will.” | s.r. & c.r.

summary: ava knows that connor and sarah are made for each other, and if it takes her twisting connor’s arm to get them there, then so be it.

pairing: sarah reese x connor rhodes

word count: 1156

read it on ao3

Ava has always considered herself to be a good friend to Connor, their rocky start aside. Their competitive work relationship was how they’d initially bonded, their snarking and teasing just being another facet of how they communicated their admiration and affection for one another. That being said: Connor Rhodes is absolutely fucking oblivious and you can’t convince Ava of anything else being the truth.

She had watched for months now as he had reduced Reese to a blushing flustered mess with every interaction, and how the curly haired woman managed to do the same to him whenever she took control of a situation. At first it had been somewhat bearable, something she could use as ammunition whenever Connor’s head was growing a little too large. But now it was boring, tiresome and repetitive.

Not to mention his puppy dog look he constantly wore now that their interactions had slowed entirely, due to a rotation primarily on the paediatric ward. However, she would not allow herself to be declared a bad friend by anyone, and if she didn’t do anything, then Halstead would be next in line, and not as nice about it.

It had taken her a couple of weeks to figure out how she would get rid of abandoned puppy Connor, even if dopey loved up Connor would take his place, but in the end, it’s Sarah who does all of the work for her. Ava technically wasn’t supposed to hear the young psychiatrist speaking with her donor recipient, but from what she remembered about the teenager, she was rather distressed prior to the surgery for some reason that she refused to divulge to anyone.

“Look Tara, I know the thought of not being yourself, not loving who you love is terrifying, but this new heart, that won’t change who you are as a person. Who you are at your core.”

“How would you know?” The girl snarks, and Ava has half a mind to jump in in Reese’s defence.

“Well, I had a heart transplant when I was about your age, maybe a little older. And I was absolutely terrified that I would stop loving my girlfriend afterwards, nearly refused the surgery altogether because of it. But, when I was released from the hospital and I saw her for the first time, those feelings were still there. And I have no doubt that when you look at Morgan, you will feel the exact same way about her.”

“Oh. Are you still dating your girlfriend?”

“No, no, she wanted to stay in New York after college, I wanted to move to Chicago, in the end it was just better for the both of us to split up while we still liked one another.”

“Who wants to live in Chicago? No offence.”

“None taken, I think. Look, you get some rest before Dr. Bekker comes around for your post-ops, and if you want to talk then I’m just a page away. Take care now.”

She walks out of the room smiling to herself, and Ava has to take half a step back so that Sarah doesn’t walk into her and send them both flying. As soon as she sees the blonde lurking at the doorway, she turns her bright beaming smile onto the cardiothoracic attending, who doesn’t even bother to stutter out an excuse of any kind.

“I didn’t realise you were queer Dr. Reese.”

“I identify as bi, but I thought you already knew that. I went to pride last year with Maggie and everyone from the ED once she found out I wasn’t straight. I think she was trying to show that she was supportive, it’s sweet. You’re gay, correct?”

“Yes I am. I haven't had the chance to dip my toes into the dating scene here, work is a cruel mistress.”

“That it is.” Sarah laughs before getting a page and taking off in the direction of the paediatric psychiatric ward, shouting a goodbye over her shoulder.

As soon as Ava is done with her post-op checks on the ward, she texts Connor and asks him to meet her in the staff room for a ‘bitch session’. It takes him no time at all to meet her there, shutting the door behind him and leaving the bustling emergency department behind them. He makes them both mediocre coffee, filling his own beverage with a cavity inducing quantity of sugar, and carries the mugs over to the table that Ava is sitting at.

“You know,” Ava says as she takes a calculated sip of her drink, “I didn’t realise Reese swings my way too.”

Connor chokes on his gulp of coffee, his face turning bright red as he glowers at his friend, whose lips twist into a sly smirk.

“Why are you bringing up Sarah’s sexuality?” He asks once he regains his composure, not bothering to take another sip to try and cover up his otherwise unwarranted curiosity.

“I overheard her talking with a patient, Tara Eames, just now when I was doing post-ops. She mentioned something about an ex-girlfriend back in New York and it got me thinking.”

“How’s that?”

“Oh, nothing major, just that if you refuse to make a move, I will.”

“Excuse me?”

“Please, everyone knows you have a thing for her, and I can’t say I blame you. In fact if I were a betting woman, I’d say you have a type - Dr. Charles’s daughters.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He scoffs, trying to retain what little dignity he has left.

“If that’s the case, then you won’t mind me asking her out for drinks after shift today. Only, I’ve heard that there’s this great lesbian bar not too far from here, and I’m sure Sarah’s been by now.”

“You wouldn’t, you don’t even like her like that.”

“What’s not to like Rhodes? She’s intelligent, compassionate, not to mention stunning! It’d be a shame to let her better qualities get overlooked and ignored by certain cowardly male cardiothoracic attendings. That is, of course, if no one else is actively pursuing her.”

“I know what you’re doing Ava, it won’t work.” He snarls, slamming the mug onto the table.

“Won’t it? By the end of the day Rhodes, or Sarah might be on her way to becoming Dr Sarah Bekker.”

She gets up and flounces out of the room, leaving her half-filled mug by Connor’s as he glares at her. To the surprise of absolutely no one whatsoever, he wastes no time in seeking out Sarah and asking her out for drinks later, doing it in front of Bethan, one of the more chatty nurses on the ward. And if he makes sure to place his arm around Sarah’s waist as he guides her out of the hospital through the emergency department for all to see, especially Ava, well she isn’t going to call him out on it.

Not until the best woman speech at his wedding anyways.

[nevaryadl]

Bi-Han fluff

“Don’t. Say. It.”

Kuai Liang just smiled.

“No… no… don’t…”

Kuai Liang kept smiling.

“Listen here you little shit…”

“I have not said anything, brother,” Kuai Liang said, still smiling insufferably. “... But…”

“Elder Gods help me,” Bi-Han groaned, putting his face in his hands.

“For someone that was so pessimistic about his recovery from being resurrected in such a poor state as you had been, you have made a near complete recovery,” Kuai Liang noted, poking his arm.

His arm that was no longer spindly, no longer excessively prone to bruising, arm that no longer wavered as it tried to hold any weight at all. His arm was about as thick with muscle as it had been before he went into that fateful tournament. Strong too, able to hold his weight when he did pull ups from a bar, or hold his weight when he did pushups, or when he carried bags of grains and such for chores around the temple.

It was not a feat done overnight, either. It had taken months, upon months, and honestly almost two years of ups and downs and falling back into bad and destructive habits and clawing his way back into healthier and better habits. But he had done it. He had fucking done it. Bi-Han, who had been resurrected half a step above being a corpse, was now almost the same strong and healthy man that he had been many, many years ago. He stood tall and proud, broad and thick with healthy muscle and once again a point of pride for the Lin Kuei.

“Yes, yes, fine, fine, you were right and I was wrong,” Bi-Han said, rolling his eyes as Kuai Liang snorted and just grinned like the little shit that he was. “I made an adequate recovery just as you said. You were right and your big brother was wrong. Enjoy the victory, little brother.”

“I shall!” Kuai Liang beamed, much to Bi-Han’s grumbling. Kuai Liang leaned over, putting his head on Bi-Han’s shoulder. Bi-Han was grateful that the worrying five centimeters that he had shrunk after being brought back had been recovered and that he was once again notably taller than his younger brother. The one thing he had to gloat about, all things considering, and perhaps the least offensive without going into their turbulent and bloodsoaked history.

“I am proud of you, Bi-Han.”

Bi-Han tried to keep a neutral face, even as his chest squeezed tight in overwhelmed joy. He was still… working on that. Being praised for something other than killing and fighting. Accepting softness, love, affection, peace, comfort, accepting that there were people in his life that loved, cared for and worried over him because they cared for him. Like his little brother that good-naturedly ribbed him over his recovery because he truly was happy that Bi-Han was recovering and truly was happy to see that Bi-Han had recovered most of his peak physical health.

“... It took some time but… I am glad,” Bi-Han settled on. He was getting better at that too, allowing himself the small victories and small self praises. His ego had died with Noob Saibot and what vanity he had died in his first death. Now he was just… him. Described as ‘an asshole, but a likable one!’ by Cage.

The wet mud-like sound behind him was ample cue to snap around, grab Saibot and drape them across his shoulders.

“HA!” He yelled, “YOU CAN’T PICK ME UP ANYMORE, MY LITTLE SHADOW!”

Saibot just made a happy squealing sound while Kuai Liang wheezed with laughter.

[thefanficmonster]

Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer. 

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair. 

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week.  I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard  for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

                                                               ~ ~ ~

I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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