#did i forget what the name of this was at some point

[thewoollyviking]

But my point is that the ending completely demonized Rose.

Like I mentioned, at best her family gets uncomfortable whenever they think about her or as we see with Steven cannot even stand to look at her.

And that’s where they leave Rose. Her portrait is put in Lion’s mane, where Steven is the only one who can go and see it. And the last time she’s ever mentioned is when Steven is exploding in anger over her.

Future makes it clear in trying to say that it’s better to just shove Rose someplace where she can’t upset anyone anymore and forget about her. And I’m saying it’s mean spirited and tasteless given what we know. In Steven’s eyes his mom was only ever Pink Diamond, and her chosen identity of Rose Quartz and everything she did to try and be better didn’t matter.

Meanwhile, the Diamonds do not seem to be processing how their mistreatment of Rose chased her away in the slightest as they kept begging Steven to come live with them and only stopped when they chose Spinel as their new “replacement Pink”.

The Diamonds get the feel good fairy tale ending where they can apparently become good people despite what they did to Rose…

But ROSE evidently needs to be buried and forgotten.

Do not tell me to be nice about the Diamonds when THIS is how the show leaves Rose.

Alone, where all but one person can see her. Her family having denounced her (her own some hating her and being unable to even look at her or speak her name) as if she were just a selfish monster. And her abusers getting away with everything they did scot free.

No, their suffering won’t bring Rose back or make her suffering any less heinous. Nothing will.

Nothing short of bringing Rose back will ever be enough. So I at least want the catharsis of seeing the people who abused Rose to fucking suffer. Because it’s the only kindness they deserve.

Sometimes I think about how and why some people had such a *bad* reaction to the end of Steven Universe, specifically in regards to the Diamonds living.

Even though they no longer are causing harm to others and are able to actually undo some of their previous harm by living, some folks reacted as though this ending was somehow morally suspect. Morally bankrupt, even.

And I think it might be because so many of us were raised on a very specific kind of kids media trope:

They all fall to their deaths.

Disney loves chucking their bad guys off cliffs. And it makes sense- in a moral framework where villains *must* be punished (regardless of whether their death will actually prevent further harm or not), but killing of any kind is morally bad for the hero, the narrative must find a way to kill the villain without the protagonists doing a murder.

It's a moral assumption that a person can *deserve* to die, that it is cosmically just for them to die, that them dying is evidence that the story itself is morally good and correct. Scar *deserves* to die, but it would be bad for Simba to kill him. So....cliff. (edit: yes, cliff then hyenas. But cliff first. Lol.)

Steven Universe, whatever else it's faults, took a step back and said "but if killing people is bad, then people dying is bad", and instead of dropping White Diamond off a cliff, asked "what would actual *restorative*, not punitive, justice look like? What would actual reparations mean here? If the goal is to heal, not just to punish, how do we handle those who have done harm?" And then did that.

Which I think is interesting, and that there was pushback against it is interesting.

It also reminds me of the folks who get very weird about Aang not killing Ozai at the end of Avatar. And like, Ozai still gets chucked in prison, so it doesn't even push back on our cultural ideas of punitive justice *that much.* and still, I've seen people get real mad that the child monk who is the last survivor of a genocide that wiped out his entire pacifist culture didn't do a murder.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Batman is here

what if shadow or Sonic are like at a mall with reader and the reader stops at a window at a pet shop staring at the hedgehogs lol

imagine the certain hedgehog the reader likes have behavior like their lover!

-🩸

“Silly Hedgies”

Pairing(s): Sonic the Hedgehog x Reader x Shadow the Hedgehog

Requested: Yes (by the blood anon, hello again!).

Description: When exploring the mall, you find two unique companions.

Notes: I know you said Sonic or Shadow, buuuut…I need me some more poly stuff. Hope you enjoy regardless!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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It was a decently nice day outside.

But the weather outside didn’t matter much to you; after all, you were in a mall with your partners, Sonic and Shadow!

They already ran off to get their own things in a competition to see who could get you the best gift, leaving you to shop on your own.

While shopping, curiosity got the better of you and you decided to check out the small pet adoption center in the mall.

The first thing that catches your attention is the hedgehogs.

The owner notices you looking at them and chuckles.

“I see you quite like hedgehogs,” the owner says.

“They’re adorable, to be fair,” you respond, and the owner nods.

“Would you like to hold them?” the owner asks.

You nod, and the owner (her tag reading “Debra”) gently picks up the two hedgehogs, allowing you to hold one in each of your palms.

“Do they have names?” you ask.

“This one is Sonic,” Debra starts, pointing at the one on your left palm, before pointing at the other one. “And this one is Shadow.”

“How ironic!” you say. “...Could I possibly adopt both of them?”

“Of course! Just follow me for the paperwork,” Debra says, leading you over to the counter.

You set the two hedgies into a carrier that Debra sets out, filling out the paperwork necessary, changing their names to “Sonic Jr.” and “Shadow Jr.”, and paying the required amount, setting the adoption in stone.

“Have a nice day! And take good care of them!” Debra says, waving bye to you as you leave.

“I will! Thank you again!” you say. “Now to get you two a big enclosure!”

Not long after you get home, you start to make part of your room to a hedgehog enclosure, giving them both plenty of room to run around, play, and nest.

While playing with Sonic Jr., someone suddenly knocks on your door, and you go over and open it.

It happens to be Sonic and Shadow, the both of them holding flowers for you.

“Hey [Name]! Sorry it took us so long, we ended up just getting you flowers, hehe,” Sonic says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s no problem at all, I appreciate them regardless,” you say, moving so the two of them can come in, the both of them giving you the bouquets.

A small squeak from your bedroom catches your attention, and it seems Sonic Jr. fell onto his back.

You rush over and gently put him back upright, with him making a squeak of happiness.

“What the hell are those,” Shadow asks.

“Oh, these two? These are my pet hedgehogs,” you say. “Sonic Jr. and Shadow Jr. respectively.”

“Aww! Where’d you get these cuties?!” Sonic asks, picking up Shadow Jr. suddenly.

Shadow Jr. retaliates by biting Sonic’s finger, causing him to yelp.

You gently take Shadow Jr. off of Sonic’s finger, putting him back in the enclosure.

Shadow lets out a snicker as Sonic pouts.

“Sorry, he tends to do that when scared,” you tell him. “Meanwhile Sonic Jr. curls into a ball, hehe.”

“Did you get them while we were at the mall?” Shadow asks.

“Yep! There was a small adoption center and these two were in there,” you tell him. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Well, you better not forget to hang out with us as well!” Sonic says.

“‘Course I wouldn’t, silly hog,” you say. “I love you both too much.”

“I love the both of you, too!” Sonic replies.

“You two are…tolerable, I suppose,” Shadow jokes. “One more so than the other.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Sonic asks, causing you to giggle.

You loved these two hedgies.

[prettealolilol]

so, i don't particularly mind when the Drakes are abusive and/or completely absent in fics (note that the followinig train of thoughts is based on the fics i read and absolutely not bases on the comics)

but

i feel like we tend to forget that Tim is still a Drake. like yeah he was adopted by Bruce and, depending how you see it, has lived in the manor for a few years. but still, he was raised by the Drakes, specifically by the Janet Drake. the one woman the press knew better than to badmouth. she was feared, liked and respected at the same time

like, there's no way that woman would leave her only son, the one she carried 9 month, alone for weeks without teaching him how to behave as high society. he's the one supposed to represent the Drake name everytime he's outside, whether it's at school, on a walk or at galas. so naturally he could tell when he's being followed and photographed, by people or paparazzis (which could have helped him learning how to not be seen, hence being able to follow batman and robin around at the age of 10 without being found), and then flashing his best natural smile. the guy is strikingly beautiful and he knows how to accentuate it with make up (rather usefull skills between the bruise at night and the eyebags in the morning) depending on what he's wearing. and obviously he knows how to dress, as in it's natural for him. he knows which colours to associate and do it without thinking. even if he's borrowing some of his siblings' clothes, he'd still accord them. he would litterally debate with Alfred about which brand his better or which suit would be more adapted to a gala.

i did hear about Janet teaching Tim a maths formula to know people status ? not sure if it's canon, but obviously Tim would know about anyone at any gala and be able to tell who's richer based on language, clothes, facial expressions...

and then high society (and the press as well) also tends to forget that before being Tim Drake-Wayne, he was Timothy Drake, son of Janet Drake, and know how to talk and insult someone without insulting them. he knows exactly what to say and how to say it so people would know they better not play smart with him. (rip anyone who try to belittle any of siblings, he'll rip them apart while smiling)

Janet raised him with the belief he'll take over Drake Industries, so when Tim took over WE, he wasn't totally thrown to the sharks (he still had the help of Lucius), he learnt the name of each and single employes (which is a looot) and a few things about them. he can tell when someone is trying to manipulate him at a board meeting, he knows how to deal with the money... he's definitly highly liked and respected by the employes of WE

and on another note, you cannot make me believe the guy does not know how to cook. banned from the kitchen ? bullshit

like if we follow the whole idea of absent parents then that means at some point Tim had to take care of himself. maybe he had a nanny or something, but she was definitly not there all the time. so my headcanon is that he does know how to cook, and is in fact a good cook. like he'd been alone for weeks and had to learn how to cook an egg, then make a salad until he could do more complex receipes

all to say that my man Tim knows how to carry himself and bend the world to his needs because that the least Janet would expect from him, and he's never going to embarass her, ever

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Who is My Heart Waiting for? | Park Jimin One Shot | Teaser 2

Summary: Getting closer to one of the staff on tour didn’t seem like such a bad idea…that is until Jimin realizes that his feelings for her are more than just platonic. Pairing: Rockstar!Jimin (pov) x Staff f!reader Warnings: Explicit language but that’s about it at this point (I’ll add more when I post the full version) a/n: I'm releasing another teaser since the last time I talked about this fic was 6 months ago and I want to see if I should keep it as a Jimin fic or if I should change it to Jungkook...

"Ayo Jimin!" our keys player Tyler calls out to me as we all stumble into the green room, throughly exhausted after playing our third encore of the night.

"Did you see the way that little hottie in the front row was looking at you?" his description of whatever girl he's talking about incredibly vague.

"You'll have to be a little more specific Ty, there were plenty of hotties in the front row" I throw back, rolling my eyes and opening the water bottle one of the staff gave me.

"The little blondie in the red dress?" he offers, his description yet still vague helps me sort through the girls that had been screaming my name throughout the show.

"She was practically drooling" he continues poking fun at her and I can't help but want to shift the attention away from her.

"I mean I would too if I were her" I say, throwing out a cocky comment like I always do. It's no secret that I know I'm hot and after that concert high it takes a second for me to come back down to earth.

"You're the front man for a reason I guess" our drummer Zach says, sticks still in hand, tapping on whatever surface he can reach.

"Don't give him a bigger head than he already has Z" Asher our lead guitarist says, rounding out the rest of our band with Leo our bassist chiming in soon after.

"Gotta give the man some credit though. I think I saw a girl pass out after he made eye contact with her" he teases, leaving Zach clapping me on the back making me stumble from the sheer force of it.

Leo chuckles when he sees the glare I send Zack's way but it's gone when he slumps down on the couch next to him. "Thanks" I grumble while rolling my shoulder, him being the one chuckling now, the intensity he had been using while banging on those drums still in full effect.

"Anyways" Tyler says, bringing the conversation back to where it had started "I bet she's still out there...waiting for you...hoping she'll be your girl for the night" he taunts winking to add fire to flame my protest against the idea.

"You know I don't do that anymore" I mumble, walking over to grab my phone and seeing that Sage is still blowing it up.

"Why don't you just block her? She's obviously psycho if she thinks that you're still gonna go back to her after all the shit she put you through" he says, bringing up past memories from my last relationship that I would really rather forget.

"Ty stop" Leo warns, coming to my defense when he sees how tense I've gotten from the way he's been bad mouthing my ex.

"Why? We all know she deserves it" he presses, leaving me balling my hands into fists, seriously considering shutting him up but when I turn around Ash's hand is already clamping down on my wrist.

"Just let it go" he mumbles, leaving me relaxing my hands knowing that he's right but I'm still ticked off.

"I need some air" I huff, pulling my wrist out of his grasp and shoving the back door open, leading to the fenced off parking lot behind the venue, a convenient place where I can breathe in the cool night air. 

It's become a routine I'm accustom to whenever Tyler gets on my nerves at this point and after clearing my head for what feels like mere moments I hear footsteps making their way over to me.

"I don't wanna hear it Ash, I'm fine" I sigh, my back resting against the side of the building, head hanging low, focused on the rocks I'm toying with.

"I'm not Ash" the voice says and my head pops up, watching as the familiar form gets closer. "And I didn't come here to lecture you" she says, mirroring my posture and leaning up against the wall beside me.

"Hey Strings" I mumble the name I gave y/n, one of our newish staff members. "You probably heard all that huh?" I ask and she shrugs her shoulders.

"Not all of it but I'm pretty sure I got the gist of it" she admits, shoving her hands in her hoodie to shield them from the cool breeze that's blown our way.

"You should head back inside. I don't want you to catch a cold" I nod towards the door and she scoffs. "I should be the one saying that to you Mr. Lead Singer. Last time I checked we still have a couple more shows left" she scolds and I chuckle under my breath, shaking my head.

"What happened to not lecturing me?" I raise a brow at her and she crosses her arms, biting her tongue and going back to keeping her promise.

"As long as you're out here, I'm out here" she argues and I mirror her posture.

"Don't come crying to me when you feel like shit in the morning" I say and she scoffs in response "Then you better not come crying to me either" she says and I smile, knowing that she'll be at my mercy if I need her.

"That's your job though isn't it Princess?" I say, my voice dropping and I relish in the reaction she gives me. Her eyes widen a bit but if you blinked you would've missed it and she turns her head to hide the fact that my words effected her.

"Don't call me that" she mumbles and I laugh, bumping my shoulder against her's, "You know I was just teasing you y/n" I say and she shakes her head. "Don't call me that either" she protests and I can't help but want to keep toying with her.

"Why not? That's your name isn't it?" I say, poking her in the side, making her jump and whack my arm without hesitation. "It's Strings, anything else sounds weird coming out of your mouth" she says and I smile.

"I thought you hated that name" I chuckle and she sighs, "It's...grown on me" she mumbles and I hum, content that it seems we've gotten closer.

"Seems like you've gotten a lot better at restringing our guitars though so I might have to come up with a new nickname for you. Perhaps Sticks" I say, tapping my chin and remembering how she dropped a box of Zack's backup drum sticks the other day.

"Strings is just fine since it might as well be carved into my skin from all the times they broke on me" she says in reference to the many many times she had messed up when she started working with us on our last tour.

"I'll never forget the day we met" I say and she cringes, "One hell of a first impression huh?" she scoffs, still embarrassed to this day.

"Well when your first impression of your new crew member is a shy 'Hello' and the next second their thumb is getting sliced open by a rouge guitar string then yeah I guess you could say that's one way to be remembered" I chuckle and she slides down the wall, resting on her heels and curling up into a ball.

"Oh come on it wasn't that bad" I say, crouching down next to her but she shakes her head, "I'm never gonna live that one down huh?" she groans.

"Probably not, but it was a great ice breaker...or I guess skin slicer" I say, trying to make a joke out of it but it doesn't go over well when she groans again and refuses to say anything else.

"You're lucky I was able to take you to the hospital since everyone else was busy" I say, my teasing nature with her relentless as always.

"I wouldn't call it lucky since I had to listen to your whiney singing the whole way there" she retorts and I gasp, feigning offense but this is the same song and dance we have every time this memory is brought up.

"People would pay to hear this whiney voice sing. Oh right...they do" I retort and she huffs, standing up to lean against the wall again and I follow her in suit.

"You alright though?" she asks and I breathe out, trying to figure out how to keep my temper in check. "I swear that man is more interested in getting me laid than he is in himself" I say and she chuckles, listening wordlessly and waiting for me to get it all off my chest.

"I don't understand why he's so obsessed with the fact that I'm not sleeping around. Sage and I broke up right before we went on tour and all he's been doing is trying to pawn me off to whatever girl he's noticed has got her eye on me. If he doesn't have a girl on his arm yet then he's concerned about getting one under mine" I ramble and she nods along.

"He claims it's gonna help me blow off some steam but the only time I feel the need to do that is when he's ticking me off again" I finish, trying to slow my breathing so I don't get myself too worked up again.

"He's just trying to look out for you but I will admit he's probably not going about it in the healthiest way...but he means well" she tries to reminds me and I know she's right, but something about the way he goes about it just rubs me the wrong way. 

"Yeah I know" I mumble running a hand through my hair in an effort to brush off the emotions this whole ordeal is bringing me.

"You wanna get out of here?" she asks making me chuckle. "That's my line" a wicked grin spreading across my lips making her push off the wall and walk away. "Suit yourself" she says, brushing off my teasing as me declining her invitation. 

"Hey wait up! I didn't say no" I protest jogging over to her and draping my arm around her shoulders, leaning on her so she stumbles and tries to push me off.

"You're pushing your luck here" she says but I wrap my other arm around her as well and follow her to the car that's parked next to the tour bus. "Liz gave you the keys?" I ask, surprised that our manager is letting her take the car for a spin.

"Not in so many words. She told me to look after you so I figured I would need a car to do that properly" she relays and when I walk over to the drivers side first and hold out my hand she tosses me the keys.

"If she tries to chew your ass out about it just tell her it was my idea" I say and she rolls her eyes before we both sink down into our seats. "Can't have my favorite staff member getting fired now can I?" I say and she sighs. "Don't let Liz hear you saying that or I'll really get fired" she warns and I turn the key in the ignition to start the car.

"Everyone knows you're my favorite, Strings" I say and she crosses her arms over her chest and slumps down into the seat. I take that as a good reaction since she usually gets shy when I say stuff like that but I'll have mercy on her this time and enjoy our night.

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[shewritesforpoc]

bartender||han jisung x you||mdni

pairings: bartender!jisung x fempoc!reader

synopsis: you go to the same bar every night, served by the same bartender, you get jelly of another lady but little did you know that bartender man was only for you.

warnings: s m u t, strangers to lovers au, slowish burn, unprotected sex , mentions of drinking, use of petnames, slight orgasm denial(m and f), slight jealousy, slight angst, multiple orgasm (f), oral (m and f), pull out method, mention of masturbation, ji has a small obsession with u, lmk if i missed anything.

a/n: this is heavily influenced by the song “dream of you” by chungha. so i would recommend listening while reading! also thanks for all the likes and follows! enjoy ;) lowercase intended

story under the cut :)

ever since your break up with your ex, you havent failed to hit up the same bar everyday after work. the sweet, fruity and spicy alcoholic taste of whiskey seems to blow the stress of life right off your shoulders, it makes you forget about deadlines, the weight of your heart break, the weight of life. it makes you feel light, it relaxes you.

today was no different. you go to the same bar and order your drink. the bartender hands you the drink and makes the usual small talk. bless him, he can tell that life has been crushing you lately. “rough day?” he asks. “yeah man, life has gone to shit for me.” you replied. “‘m sorry about that honey, but let me know if you need a refill, just dont drink too much.” he said as he winked and walked away.

maybe its the liquor or maybe you didnt notice before, but ‘damn’ you think ‘hes so fucking fine.’ all the times youve come here, he serves you, but you never asked him for his name. you didnt wanna come off as a creep or anything, youre sure many people have asked him for his name. for some reason, he doesnt wear a nametag. fuck it, “excuse me bartender.” you said suddenly. he wasnt too far away from you, just a couple customers away. he motions you to wait while he finishes with a customer.

“hi, did you want a refill?” he asked. “uh…no…um…dont take this the wrong way..but youve been serving me for a while and i never got a name.” you said. he looked at you and smiled. “how rude of me. my name is jisung!” he said and extended his arm for a handshake. “oh no i shouldve asked you. but im [reader], nice to meet you!” you said as you shook his hand profusely. he stood there for a minute, looking at you. you were looking at him. truly taking in his features. the way his glasses sat on his beautifully sculpted face. the way his uniform sorta hugged his slim figure, he was actually breathtaking.

you wouldnt be surprised if he had a girlfriend. you would be surprised if he didnt. “excuse me bartender.” a lady called. you didnt even notice you were holding his hand at that point until he smiled, briefly squeezed your hand and walked away. his hands were soft. you followed him with your eyes, you seen the lady who called for him. she wasnt all that cute. her hair was nice and neat, her outfit was formal and classy, she looked like the business class.

she was looking at him with eyes full of lust, she was flirting with him. you could tell she was really flustering him because you could hear his small giggling. she looked over at you and smirked. the hell is wrong with her? what is she trying to prove? why are you getting upset about it? jisung isnt yours, and he for damn sure isnt hers either. before you could even get to that point, you asked him to close your tab and you left.

you sat in your car for a second to be sure you werent too fucked up to drive, you took a deep breathe and looked out the window. tonight was beautiful. lightly raining, and chilly. your mind started to drift back to the moment you learned his name. his voice kept traveling in your mind. it brought a small smile to your face, it warmed your heart a little. just then, you seen the same woman walk out, jisung following behind her, he gets into her car and they leave.

“the fuck?” you said in utter disbelief. you decided not to think too much of it and went home.

the next evening, youre back at the bar. same bartender, same everything. “[reader] the usual?” said jisung. you nodded and he got your drink ready. “you doing alright?” he asked. you nodded your head once more. he looked at you confused, you normally talk to him. you always talk to him, whats with the cold shoulder? he set your drink down, and you took it. everything that happened last night, the small anger you felt, it all came rushing back. and instead of taking your small sips, you down the whole thing. slamming the cup back down and catching some peoples attention. it caught the attention of jisung.

now he knew something was up. “[reader] you are not okay. whats going on with you?” jisung said with concern lacing his voice. “i am fucking fine. aint shit wrong with me. now another one please.” you said. youre also slightly tipsy. he looks more concerned now but still gives you another one. it felt like life was still crumbling down on you. so to numb it, you downed one shot, two shots, four shots, “thats enough [reader], i legally cannot serve you anymore drinks.” jisung said. “bullshit, this is bullshit. im fucking—outta here.” you said. you start getting hiccups now, you were also totally drunk.

“ill call a cab for you. your car will be here in the morning.” jisung said. “dont fuckin act like you care ab—about me. ji—jisung.” you said drunkenly. he looked at you with slight heartbreak. he does care about you. youre the reason why he works every night. he loves looking at you, admiring you. the day you unknowingly held his hand, he went home and masturbated with the same hand. “[reader], ill take you home instead. does anyone live with you that can make sure okay and also can pick your car up tonight?” he said. hes not supposed to take you home. he could lose his job over it. but he will do anything just to be close to you. “n—no” you hiccuped.

he sat you down in an isolated booth and finished the night. he served a few more people and then closed up shop. while he was doing this, you fell asleep. though he didnt wanna wake you, he had to at least get you standing up so he can help you walk to his car. “[reader]…..[reader]” he said while gently shaking you awake. you looked around to see the bar is empty. you looked at him with confusion. “hey, its time for me to take you home.” he said and smiled. you nodded as you rubbed your eyes and got up to walk. since you were still under the influence, you had some difficulty walking on your own. luckily jisung was next to you and ready to help you walk.

he helped you in his car, strapped you in, and began driving you home. “jisung.” you spoke. “yes [reader]?” he replied. “why are you doing this?” you said softly. “because i care about you. i care about your safety.” he said. sure it was the truth but it wasnt the whole truth. “if you cared, why did you go off with that ugly ass lady?” you asked. he grinned a bit. “she took me to her house, we made out but i told her i wasn’t interested in her. i told her i had my eyes on someone else.” he said. you went from being slumped over looking out the window to now sitting up and looking at him. “you did? what happened after that?” you asked invested. “she brought me back to the bar, i got in my own car and left.” he replied.

you eventually arrived at your home and he helped you in and helped you get settled. “ji?” you called. he looked at you. “can you stay the night with me? i dont want to be alone. i wanna be with you.” you said. he smiled softly and nodded. you both got into your bed and laid there. both of you are awake, both are scared to say something. “[reader], remember when i said that i told the lady i was interested in someone else?” he spoke. “yeah.” you answered. “well, ever since you came into the bar, ive been interested in you. i was too scared to introduce myself. after i learned that you were going through a break up, i tried to suppress my feelings and make sure i was there for you. im trying to say that i want you. i know you want me as well.” he said as he looked at you.

his words made you smile, “i do, want you.” you said as you looked at him and snuggled closer. he leaned a bit closer to your face, his breath fanning your face. you were the one who closed the gap and kissed him. it was one peck, then he came back and started to kiss you passionately. you climbed on top of him, not breaking the kiss. as the room started to get hot, you started to take off your shirt. him taking off his shirt revealing his slim but muscular body. jisung reached up and unclasped your bra straps. your bra fell down your body showing off your beautiful tits. he looked in awe.

he looked you in the eyes before taking one of your nipples and sucking on it. the other nipped was being teased by this free hand. you started to grind yourself on him to relieve some of the pressure. he groaned a bit as youre right on top of his cock. you threw your head back as he swirled his tongue over your sensitive nipple. he also started to rock his hips upwards to meet your pussy halfway. this causing both of you to moan softly. “i cant wait anymore ji.” you said needily. “okay baby, let me take care of you.” he said softly.

you climbed off him and laid on your back, jisung taking off your pants and then getting up to take off his. he laid down between your legs. “wow, so wet. and your pussy is so pretty. just like you baby girl.” he said as he looked up at you. it made you blush and subconsciously close your legs, but he caught them in time. he leaned in and licked it. a small teasing lick. you whined as you grew needier and needier for him. he heard your whines and stopped teasing. he began to really savor you by sucking on your clit. then dipping his tongue in and out of your hole. you moaned loudly as hes doing this to you. “that feel good?” he asked. “mmhm~” you replied not really able to say anything.

you started to rock you hips against his mouth and he started licking faster. you grabbed his hair and pushed his head into you for more. he giggled softly at this, the vibrations of it causing you to feel closer to your climax. “just like that—ah! just like that~” you screamed softly. he cooed into you again sending vibrations to your clit. you felt your high approaching quickly. as if his mouth wasnt enough, he took two fingers and fingered you quickly. this making your high wash over you. with a loud “fuck!~” you came hard.

your legs were shaking slightly from how intense it was. you sat up and kissed him deeply. tasting yourself made you moan. you pulled back. “your turn.” you smirked. he laid down and you sat between his legs. his fully erect dick was leaking some pre. you licked a fat stripe from the bottom of his dick to his pretty tip. he hissed at the sensation. you did that two or three times before you took his tip and started to suck on it. “oh goodness—oh go—that feels nice.” he whimpered. you smiled as you took his length all the way down. it took him by surprise and he subconsciously bucked his hips upwards. whatever didnt fit in your mouth, you took your hand and jerked it.

you bobbed your head and jerked him quickly, then slowly to tease. you kept that same pattern for about 5 minutes before he says “shit—baby..im gonna..’m cumming~”. you stopped before he could, he looked at you in amusement. “youre gonna regret that honey.” he chuckled. he flipped you over so you were on your back. he lined himself with you. “is this okay? we dont have to move on if you dont want to.” he said.

“im sure, i want this, i want you.” you moaned slightly. no more words were said as he slid himself into you. he was a couple inches bigger than your ex but he was definitely wider. the stretch making your toes curl. “oh my god baby, youre tight. its feels so good princess.” he moaned as he bottomed out. he stroked himself slowly in, slowly out. it was making your eyes roll back. you gripped his arm “faster, please ji. i need it…i need—it!” you moaned loudly as he sped up like you asked. he was knocking the wind from your lungs, it felt so good!

“i know you need it, you like how it feels? hm? you like how i fuck you?” he whispered in your ear. he reached his hand down and rubbed your clit. this made you closer quickly. “yes! yesyesyes—fuck im cumming!” you nearly screamed. he pulled out quickly and let you calm down. you frowned and whined. “told you, you’d regret not letting me cum.” he said. he turned you on your knees so you were in doggy position. he stroked himself a couple times before pushing himself back into you. jisung threw his head back and he rocked himself into you. he gripped your hips as he dragged you on and off his cock.

from this angle, you felt your climax about to hit again. maybe even harder than before. by this time, jisung was also close. his hips starting to lose rhythm and became sloppier by the seconds. “fuck [reader], youre gonna make me fuckin—cum!” he whined. you were so close to yours that you barely understood what he was saying. after a couple more hard thrusts of his hips, you were screaming and crying slightly as your orgasm hit you like a bus. he fucked you through your high. shortly after you he pulled out and started to stroke himself. “oh my god—im cumming…im cu—m’ gonna—fuck!” he moaned as he finished on your back.

after you both calmed down and cleaned up, he kissed you on the lips again. “im all yours baby, im all for you.” he said. you smiled as you let yourself drift back to sleep.

fin!

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[ryuto12]

We forget that at some point Blake, while vibing in Menagerie, had to tell her parents Weiss was her teammate

Like she couldn’t have avoided it forever. Either she had to like show a picture of them all or say her name or Sun was going to do it for her. He was going to just gush about them all so hard and in between rambling that “and Ruby’s like a huge prodigy and Yang’s super strong and Weiss is like so cool with her glyphs and like I didn’t even know that’s what the Schnee emblem was made to look like, oh yeah and I forgot but Ruby’s fifteen which is super impressive—“

“Weiss Schnee?”

“Uh-huh, Weiss Schnee. W in RWBY.”

Cut to Blake, absolutely done with her life because she did not feel like explaining that one.

And Ghira and Kali, dumbfounded as fuck. Their daughter was teammates with Weiss Schnee?

[jukkariart]

Companion banter with Alectris - Neve Gallus edition

There's a lot of professional courtesy and personal curiosity between Neve and Alectris. They've never worked together in their time with Shadow Dragons, but Neve has met just about enough ex-army people in Dock Town to have some preconceptions and Alectris has read enough papers about the Dock Town detective to have some expectations.

First banter triggered when Alectris and Neve are in party. Triggered after the Venatori encounter. 

Alectris: Didn’t expect you to vouch for me to make it on the team, Gallus

Neve: Well, I didn’t. Tarquin did. 

Alectris: Really? Does he really want to get rid of me so badly?

Neve: I think he’s trying to keep you out of Venatori reach.

Alectris: We should tell him he’s doing a terrible job. 

***

Triggered if party is in Treviso 

Neve: So I’ve heard you’ve been to Seheron. 

Alectris: I wouldn’t put it this casually but yes. 

Neve: Then you must know some tricks about dealing with the Antaam. 

Alectris: Aim for the knees first. When they’re your height it’s easier to hit the head. 

***

Random trigger

Alectris: I’ve heard from Bellara that you’ve made it into papers a few times.

Neve: You know how it is. Gossip sells well in Minrathous. 

Alectris: Must have helped you with your work? Get you more desperate and unlucky clients? 

Neve: We both know there’s no shortage of those in Dock Town. But it did help with getting jobs from Magisters. 

Alectris: I hope you don’t do charity work for them. 

Neve: No, they get triple the rate. If they’re nice. 

***

Random trigger

Alectris: It’s been a while since I worked with a team. Good to have another Shadow Dragon. 

Neve: Don’t tell me you’re sentimental. 

Alectris: snorts Forget I said anything.

***

Triggered in Minrathous

Neve: Since we’re here we should stop by Halos. Best fried fish in Minrathous. 

Alectris: Fried fish? I think I’ll pass. 

Neve: On Halos? You don’t know what you’re missing. 

Alectris: I ate more fish pockets than should be possible. Never gonna look at them the same anyway.

***

Follow up banter

Neve: I’ve been wondering what turned you off from the fish pockets? 

Alectris: A… food safety incident. 

Neve: Bad evening after some rotten portion? 

Alectris: Asphyxiation. Turns out Fog Warriors like adding poisonous fish into food stands. 

***

Alectris: I got you that invitation.

Neve: Thanks. 

N: Not gonna ask why I would need it? 

A: Can’t imagine anyone in their right mind wanting to participate. Which means it’s a job, so the less I know the better. 

N: Keeps her word and doesn’t ask questions? Where have you been my whole life? 

***

Neve: Do you know anyone named Cornel? 

Alectris: I used to, but it was a long time ago. 

N: Tall, dark hair? A scar behind his ear. 

A: It depends who’s asking. 

***

Neve: About Cornel. He’s got a sister, Clara. She’s looking for him. 

Alectris: Clara? But he said… Listen, I make no promises but I’ll ask around. We haven’t spoken in years. 

N: You can just point me in the right direction. 

A: I’m sorry Neve, but it’s best if I keep these contacts to myself. 

***

Alectris: Any word from Clara? 

Neve: She sent her thanks. From Rivain. 

N: But I think you already knew that. 

[blacklightwriter]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ - ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ: ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ

Story Summary: EXTREME SLOW BURN. A woman from war-torn Demacia is transported to Zaun, where she makes ends meet. Her skills in inventing catch the attention of a Piltovan, who extends a full ride through Piltover Academy, which she accepts. Here, her adventure begins. Content Warning: Violence, war. Word Count: 1,9k Author's Note: Here is the prologue for the Viktor fic I've been working on for years now. This story was written BEFORE season two of Arcane, so keep that in mind. I'm new to writing fanfic and what is expected when introducing a story, so if there's something more you'd like to see, please let me know. Enjoy and thanks for reading! Find me on Ao3!

I have always imagined that my life was intimately entwined with the idea of peace, It always seemed wrong to me that people were constantly at odds with one another. What could they possibly take from each other? What caused that burning hatred in them to make them want to commit such heinous acts in the name of victory? Revenge? Ideas of war were always lost on me.

Growing up in Demacia, my family knew war. The battle-ridden kingdom seemed constantly at odds whether it was from invaders from outside or conspirers from within. My mother and father did what they could to protect me from the costs of war the best they could, but even they knew that at some point the veil would be ripped and I would need to see the world for what it was.

My mother was a gentle soul. She spent her days showing me how to sew and the best way to heal wounds, often telling me stories of valor from her time on the battlefield helping the wounded. Other times telling me the consequences of war with a distant look on her face. She told me how she had to amputate a child’s arm because he would die if she didn’t.

I often wondered if that was why I would sometimes hear her scream in the middle of the night.

My father was an inventor and a damn good one. He worked for the king to help find ways to improve the lives of everyday Demacians. The food plow that would collect, wash, and store food? That was him. His idea. When the king took an interest in it, my father insisted that every farmer of Demacia be given one. Other territories could pay for it, but Demacians were who it was built for. The King agreed and ever since then, our family had been regarded highly. We were able to live in the main city if we wanted to, but my mother felt uneasy about it. So, we lived in a small cottage just outside its walls in the Silent Forest.

I spent many hot summers staying with my father in our back shed - his workshop. He taught me everything he possibly could and planted a love for science in me.

“We have the possibility to change anything we want to, vita mea.” He said, his nose wrinkling in displeasure at the contraption before him. “As inventors, our duty is to make the world a better place.”

He fiddled with his tools, moving them expertly across the machine until a satisfying click came and the machine began humming. He smiled, turning a warm gaze to me.

“I don’t ever want you to forget that. This world can be cruel and relentless, but we must strive to do the right thing. Always.”

My mother would always yell at us when the sun set and the trees began tittering with the life of the forest animals around us. Those nights were the best memories I have. Coming home from school and seeing my father and mother in the kitchen preparing dinner, laughing, and being in love. Despite the tension in our flawed kingdom, my parents had hope and remained steadfast that the same peace we had in our home was attainable to Demacia.

But, like most dreams, we had to wake up eventually.

When the King died, we all mourned. Not only for the loss but for the end of an era. People were unsure what would happen now. There were already talks of the noble families saying the King’s son, Jarvan, wasn’t fit to rule. This made Jarvan tense and he sought out my father, demanding that he make weapons to defend the Great City from the war he knew was coming.

Despite my father knowing his duty as a Demacian citizen, he also knew he had a duty to his family. Building weapons of war would put a mark on our backs and since we weren’t in the protected main city, it was too big of a risk. So, my father said no.

This angered the new king, no doubt out of fear of losing his newly gained title, and he demanded my father do his bidding or he and his family be put to death. War had found our small slice of peace, and my father made a choice.

He came home that day crying, I remember, a mysterious man shrouded in a dark cloak to his side. He and my mother spoke tearfully. He hugged my mother as she sobbed loudly. Finally, they came to me, telling me what had happened and how it was time for me to say goodbye to Demacia.

“This man is a magician, Vannah. He will take you somewhere far away from here. Somewhere you will be safe.” He explained, packing things for me frantically. There wasn’t much time.

The panic hadn’t set in yet, nor the realization that this would be my final moments with my family. I think about it a lot. Most of the time with a tinge of regret.

“Magicians aren’t supposed to do magic here, though, pater.” I said, my eyebrows pinching in confusion. “They can’t even do magic because of all the petricite, I thought.”

“I can only do one of you.” The man said with indifference, his dark figure looming in the corner.

“Wait, one of us? As in…?”

My whole world began shattering. My home, my family, my life. All of it was slipping through my fingers. Just an hour ago I was sitting in a chair across from my mother, reading her my favorite play, joking with her about how I was going to be a famous actress one day.

My father whirled at me, placing his hands firmly on my shoulders, his face contorted with sorrow. “There is no time, vita mea. We must pack.”

I stepped away from his grip, shaking my head, feeling the tears forming. “No! No! I will not leave! You can not ask me to leave!”

My mother stepped forward, tears falling freely down her face, her arms wrapping around me tightly. “We aren’t asking, lux mea.”

I began sobbing, hearing my father continue to pack as my mother and I held each other, engraining our touch into each other’s minds so we would never forget. I felt her tears dampen my hair and she gingerly ran her hands up and down my back in a poor attempt to soothe me.

She pulled away a little to look at my face when my father stepped over to us, moving my hair out of my face and placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I want you to have something, Vannah.” My father said, sticking his hand in his shirt and pulling out his necklace of petricite. He had gotten it as a gift from the previous king for his service to Demacia. A proud reminder to him of what happens when you do the right thing.

He pulled the necklace from around his neck and placed it softly around mine, the stone feeling too heavy on me. Like it didn’t belong there. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him so our foreheads touched, his eyes glassy with sorrow.

“Remember what we have taught you, vita mea. The world will do what it can to tear you down, but we must work to make it a better place. Whenever you doubt that you will look at this,” He pulled up the stone, revealing a protection rune carved into its surface. “And you will remember.”

“I don’t want to leave you, pater.” I whispered.

“You won’t. Not now. Not ever. And we will never leave you. We will be with you now and forever.” He pulled my mother and I into a tight hug, both of them whispering hushed goodbyes and I love you, but the hole in my heart had begun forming. For a brief and horrifying second, I understood how people gained that burning hatred for one another, but I pushed that thought aside.

“They are coming.” The magician whispered, moving to the center of the room and pulling out shimmering blue crystals.

My mother and father pulled from me, handing me my bag of what I could take from my home and my heart shattered at the loss of their warmth.

My father gently took my cheek in his hands, wiping away my tears, a sad smile on his lips. Suddenly a burst of wind and a glowing blue light erupted from the middle of the room. I turned and saw a blue circle of light. Loud knocks were coming from the front door.

“What’s going on in there! Open the door this instant!” A voice from the other side called.

Thunderous wind roared through the room as the portal pushed everything in the room to the walls, breaking the windows in the cottage. Screams could be heard from outside.

“You must come! Now!” The magician yelled, stepping through the circle of light and disappearing.

“Go.” My father said, his hand dropping from my face as he and my mother rushed to the door, pushing all their weight on it to keep whoever was outside from coming in.

I nodded, looking fearfully at the booming and breaking door. I took careful steps back, never once facing the portal, only facing my parents.

As I was mere steps away from the portal, the door burst open, and Demacian guards rushed in, immediately pushing my mother and father to the ground.

“Go, Vannah!” My father yelled, gesturing wildly as a guard grabbed his arms viciously.

“Using magic, eh, scientist? Traitor!” The guard yelled, raising his sword up above my father.

“No!” I tried to run towards them, but I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me back towards the portal, blue light engulfing me as I watched the sword plunge into my dad’s back.

Suddenly, the light was gone. All light. A terrible smell filled my lungs, but not enough air. I collapsed on the ground as my lungs burned, gasping and coughing for air.

“I would suggest getting used to it, kid.” The magician taunted, his small form bending down in front of me, a smug smirk on his face.

“Wh-Where am I?” I gasped, clutching at my throat. I looked around hoping to find something familiar, but all I could see was a grey haze.

People who were around us glared at us with threatening sneers. Crumbling buildings stood low to the ground and there wasn’t a sky, just more grey haze.

“Your pops wanted you somewhere safe. There’s no place safer than here. Welcome to Zaun, kid.”

I coughed, my mind having a hard time forming a coherent thought from the lack of oxygen. “Z-Zaun?”

“He wanted Piltover, but he couldn’t afford it.” The man said with a shrug, standing up straight. “I’m sorry for your loss, kid.”

With that, he turned on his heels and began walking away.

“W-Wait!” I called, coughing once more, tears streaming from my eyes as my lungs burned.

He let out an annoyed sigh and turned to face me, his eyebrows raised in frustration. “What?”

“What am I supposed to do now?” I whimpered, black spots dabbling my vision.

“How am I supposed to know? Your dad paid me to get you here, not escort you around. You’re old enough to figure it out yourself, so do it.”

I didn’t have it in me to argue. I clutched at my throat, hoping the air would miraculously appear. Black spots started filling my vision and soon, the world faded into nothingness.

[cozymochi]

Nyoka’s prey is the prefect made me do the spit take thing despite having nothing in my mouth. You could be joking but it just made me think of an idea I’ve briefly entertained.

I had a brief idea that my oc-put-in-prefect/mc’s/role being afraid of Nyoka. Just as a joke since most people thirst over him. Think it would be funny especially plus my character isn’t scared of anyone else.

Though decided lore-wise that’s a bit of a stretch plus I think I saw a post from you saying something along the lines of you not wanting to have interactions from other people’s ocs?

So I wasn’t going to send anything but that tag made me laugh and prompted a question.

How does Nyoka see and interact with Tia?

Also I might as well ask while I’m here, do you tag each of your ocs with their names? I haven’t done a proper dive into them so it would help to know if I could just click on their named tags to see all there is for each one.

Or would it be more effective to try looking through your entire blog? (I do worry of losing my place should some sort of loading issue happen if you have it as endless scrolling.)

I’ll try to address this as best as I can 😭😩🤌

As for the whole “no OC interaction” thing it’s not as strict as that. It’s mostly just… I don’t want people randomly throwing their OCs into my inbox directly or trying to start up some kind of pseudo-RP. Mainly because I don’t know what to do in those situations. It’s as simple as that 😭 I kinda just get blindsighted and wonder what I’m supposed to be doing. Least of all the fact I don’t know who any of these folk are, so it’s kind of awkward. Others might know me cuz they see art I make, but it doesn’t really extend the other way around. I think folk forget that sometimes.

I personally wouldn’t put someone in that position if we weren’t already close.

THAT SAID, I don’t care what people do with already public posts I’ve made or what they imagine on their own posts/blogs. They can add on or make their lil’ in-character comments on those if they felt inclined to. Draw something even and tag me, I’ll probably be down to see it! I get a kick out of that sort of thing and it feels a bit more appropriate 👍 public space begets public space.

But when it comes to trying to do so directly in my inbox I prefer people not do so. I’ll just not answer.

NEXT! I tag each character with their full names. I’m not always consistent about this, and “twst oc” is just a courtesy tag, but it’s not as useful in terms of finding anything up here. Though, it COULD lead you to their names, which is the better option.

Besides, I have no single all-encompassing “masterpost” that links to every bit of info out there. I don’t really have the patience for that. There are some benefits to leaving things open for interpretation. But if someone wanted to start anywhere, the intro post is as close as one will get. It has all their names up in there!

AND ERRRR... Tia kind of interacted with him in this story. Though, imo, it kind of serves more as a general introduction to Nyoka within the context of the universe rather than something Tia and Nyoka specific. She’s just in the MCs place because me and @/oddberryshortcake always use her in that role. There’s a couple Tia specific things in there but it doesn’t really matter overall since it wasn’t the point.

As for how he treats Tia specifically, it’s not a concept I’ve explored too much. If my brain can’t think of a semi-organic situation for them to cross paths then I kind of just! Don’t. 💀😭 But that also just extends to my issue of not freely talking about Tia much up here. I probably will think of something them specific eventually, but right now it’s just generalized. I shouldn’t keep snubbing Tia like that, but I did enough venting about that situation to last the whole week lol

At this point he just treats her as he would any standard Prefect/MC/Yu/Whoever, which is with no regard whatsoever since he’s never around to begin with. He wouldn’t not know who they are given the Prefect/Grim is infamous campus-wide apparently, but I don’t really have anything too specific lined up at the moment. He just considers both the Ramshackle duo as “prey.” Not literal (…i mean…) but more so in that pedantic way in a similar vein to how Leona refers to them as “herbivores.” It’s not dead literal, just kind of… figuratively denoting a position.

They’re prey. They’re mice. They’re not anything to him. He could swallow them whole. (figurative) So in a way, was I truly joking in my tags? 😳 oooooo

[pruneunfair]

It's so interesting that my manhwha counterpart is freaking Navier

I used to always put her on this pedestal where she's the Perfect Empress

But then when things get old for me, I began to look at her as someone on the same level, as the character she is, not the preconceived image she posed, I began to understand her more and it's like looking into a mirror, Navier is the fairytale version of me

I'm the real life counterpart of her: My Life has some core similarities to her but ultimately there are differences: The big difference is that my life is unpredictable, not that predictable like hers, whereas she'll probably be remembered as a great historical figure, I probably will be just someone else in this Life

This is like someone's video on a famous historical figure, Empress Sissi, who was overly romanticized by recent media with everyone forgetting about who she was, the person that she was, just the images she has, the video isn't Perfect but I do agree with their points, we should stop the glorification of actual people cuz it's not respect, that's the biggest disrespect to someone

Navier is super tragic when you think about it, everything naturally becomes good for her so she has zero chance to be developed or undeveloped, practically stuck in the same stage, I know that feeling well: A decoration, that's what she is, it's undeniable, she basically sits back and let the men do everything for her, she isn't allowed to speak up cuz then narratively speaking, she's being an ungrateful bitch just like Rashta! Rashta was hated for not liking her own situation and trying to get out and if Navier does the same, she'll be exactly the same, Navier has this beautiful luxurious life therefore it's a crime if she says she wants something different right? Her life is already perfect so she does not need to care about anything else, wanting changes would make her a criminal in so many eyes

Both Navier and Rashta are truly the 2 sides of the same coin, it hurts that they got that route in the real story, this manhwha is oozing with misogyny when you think about it, it's just the old "Be good, get rewarded, Be bad, get punished" but in a conservative way

Navier is rewarded cuz she's the perfect traditional woman, Rashta is punished for trying to change her own fate and have a better life. Who benefited from this? The men ofc, literally Sovieshu and Heinrey never lost their privileges till the end, both still have powers and luxuries till the end, while Navier's suffering and Rashta's pain are nothing to her since they can always have ways to fix, but both the ladies can't be allowed to have their own ways

Think about it, sure Navier is a great person, but if someone is overly fanatic about her and did something purely in her name, then she can actually be blamed for it, it's crazy but it's true, not many people are willing to think critically about what someone did but the reason, then suddenly Navier is being wrong for being too perfect, isn't it? It's easier to hate than to love, they did it with Rashta anyway, honestly how would you feel if you're being treated like this and that when the other party definitely didn't know shit about you? That's how Navier's story feels, being treated like the Queen she is, NOT as the person she is, not as Navier but a Perfect Empress, this is how the Narrative treats her

Heinrey is no better than Sovieshu, just because he's the ML doesn't make him better, this guy is only better than Sovieshu bcuz we're looking at him through a romantic lens, why in an actual unbiased lens? He's basically a man who took advantage of a woman in a bad place and ended up being seen as a Hero for it, times where Heinrey is seen doing things better than Sovieshu to Navier even though it's the exact same thing

Like when Sovieshu gave Navier a luxurious ring and she acted rather unsurprising about it while when Heinrey does it, albeit with a less expensive ring, he's better cuz his romantic gesture is sincere unlike Sovieshu's even though it's the same thing, the difference is that Heinrey added a postcard to it, when I think about it, I really fail to see how there's a difference? It's the same thing, Heinrey is seen as better cuz he's seen as romantic, even though he basically did nothing better

If it was realistic, Navier would see Heinrey as very suspicious more like, how is she supposed to think Heinrey has good intentions, when it's clear that he's trying to fraternize with a married woman who's the Empress at that? Just because her husband did it, doesn't mean Heinrey is better than him okay? Sovieshu is actually seen as fine cuz it's a tradition that Emperors get to have an extra woman in his marriage, Heinrey however is unmarried and the fact he's doing it with Navier is rather wrong, if Navier was an unmarried lady, fine do it, but Navier was a Empress, it never occur to her that Heinrey is tryna get under her skin so he can steal some national classified secrets?

Navier definitely doubted Heinrey but it got brushed off cuz Heinrey is the Prince Charming isn't he? I've seen people causing wars for less if you look into history, if that had gotten out, imagine the chaos from both nations, the argument that "Sovieshu cheated so Navier should be allowed a lover" ain't gonna fly when the lover in question is a King from another nation, xenophobia isn't the issue, it's diplomacy, Sovieshu's objection towards that relationship would've made more sense if it was about the diplomacy, not out of his envy

This is the reason why Media literacy should be encouraged, if everyone is gonna see things through a certain lens, things would just be a huge mess, like that time everyone hated on this actual Empress in my country's history and asking stupid questions about her in a romantic way, even though she was in a purely political situation and romance means bullshit compared to it, yeah sure I believe she loved the Emperor she married, it doesn't mean she wouldn't harm him, you can love someone while also hurt them, it was a complicated situation, so I have nothing much to say about it, she was making decisions that involves the entire nation, not just a stupid romance, this is exactly why romance lens is harmful, do you think that if just because the Empress loved her husband, she wouldn't harm him even though he was proven unfit to be ruler (He apparently got a mental illness and too unstable to be ruling) and practically ignore the nation altogether for a romance that's useless in the fate of a nation, she would seem like a better person? Imagine sacrificing a nation for a romance that's useless to the lives of thousands, yeah that's a great mindset to have

Honesty your right about the "Be grateful for what your born with no matter what." Message because it's so easy to say Navier is more humble because she doesn't get so excited for expensive gifts even though A: Shes the empress so it's not that much of a stretch to assume she could easily afford those things and B: Sovieshu already love bombs her by buying her expensive items to win her back. Despite what the narrative says, Naviers life doesn't really change, she's still an empress, everyone loves her and her husband is the same as Sovieshu just obsessed with her but no one realizes it because it's all viewed with a romantic lens.

Rashta is seen as "ungrateful" because she would rather homewreck a marriage than go back to slavery, the ladies in waiting absolutely prove this point the narrative is saying by berating at her at all times and even only referring to her as "The slave" or "That woman." Shes someone who dared disrespect the status quo and now they must treat her awfully for it, but stans of the story only see what they want to see "Trashta getting trashed on"

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Omg...

You guys...

At the start of episode 41, when Stein is trying to find his way out of the Madness, the FIRST thing he says is "Marie". LITERALLY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES OUT OF HIS MOUTH.

Let's not forget how HORRIFIED he looked when he saw Marie on the edge of his roof, about to jump off. He yells her name and rushes up there to her. He did NOT want her to die.

The scene where he's strapped to the table, about to be cut open by Spirit? He did not say "let me go", "what are you going to do to me?", or "don't do this".

No.

He instead asks Spirit, "What happened to Marie?"

All of his questions and concerns about his own safety come AFTER Marie. It's such a subtle detail, but I absolutely love it.

When he's talking to his younger self about "the place he's supposed to be"? Here's the exact dialogue of their interaction:

"Weren't you satisfied with your life?"

"Yes, I was. Even in a world governed by morality, I made it a long time without feeling guilt. But now..."

"But now what? You finally feel guilt, but you don't understand why. Because of instead fulfilling your own desires, you found something more important. You already know the right choice. You just have to make it."

And then the screen flashes to pictures of Spirit, Marie, his students... basically the academy.

Stein CARES about his students, Marie, Spirit, and the rest. They became important to him.

He desperately wants to be a good guy. He wants to have a purpose. He now found these more important things other than his own hedonistic desires that he's able to feel guilt. That he's able to love.

Now, let's fast-forward to episode 45, where Crona and Marie find Medusa to save Stein. Stein complains about the static and wants to destroy it. Medusa encourages him to. But Marie? She tells him, "There's no need to fix anything. Or destroy it, either. Just accept it as part of you."

The noise stops.

She's literally telling him that there's no need for him to change, that it's okay to be himself. She knows that he's a good man despite his Madness, his flaws, his mistakes, his history, and his obsession with dissection.

"Now try. Try very hard to picture it—the place you're supposed to be. I know you can do it if you try."

When she brings him out of his Madness, he says her name so... tenderly, as if it held every single emotion he feels for her and everything he wishes to say to her but can't bring himself to.

He lets her embrace him. He lets his head fall on her shoulder. He allows himself to be vulnerable with her.

She tells him, "Welcome back, Stein. You're home." But they're not at the laboratory. No, no, no. They're still in Medusa's lair. So, do you know what THAT means?

Marie.

MARIE is his home.

And Maka's face as she watches them... She looks so dumbfounded. Like she can't believe what she's seeing. That girl is BLINKING at them with an open mouth.

Anyway, the whole point of this is that Stein cares a lot and that he's so much more than his Madness. He's not some emotionless monster who doesn't give a fuck about anyone but himself. He has come to care for others more than he cares for himself.

He wants his students to reach their full potential. He worries if Marie is alive and okay.

If he didn't care about the academy at all, then he wouldn't be teaching. Then he wouldn't be fighting on the side of Order. Then he wouldn't have held Marie's hand while she was crying and in distress during BREW. Then Marie wouldn't be the first person he thinks about during his Madness episodes. Period.

He and some others like to claim that he is incapable of love, but the love is written all over him, and he barely realizes it.

It's not even just about Stein and Marie's relationship; it applies to everyone who is in his daily life.

There are a lot more examples in both the anime and the manga... but I've written enough.

I'm not sure if this is unorganized or all over the place, but I tried to make it chronological.

Thanks for reading.

[salsedinepicta]

Draw the brother, and now the sister: Maren Hawke, repressed mage extraordinaire and fan of political scheming.

Plus some teenage angst:

[skeletalheartattack]

hi I like gelato a lot

[pzyii]

Take some traditional nat doodles feat my unintelligible handwriting and a Daemon

Some notes on stuff under cut

Nats Daemon isn't actually settled because of something the red room did (an unsettled Daemon is effective for multiple reasons, fighting, going undercover, and of course. Isolating the widows from the rest of the world. They're Different. )

She'd pretend it was though because Fitting In. And Being Normal. And would go with a snake cause it fits and can be used in combat (idk if it'd be a THAT big snake but yk)

She keeps pretending it's settled through Avengers 1 (clint knows, as well as some other shield members, fury, Maria, coulson). Steve would find out about it in CAtWS because she gets knocked unconscious and her Daemon would also instinctively change for safety when they get bombed in the bunker.

The avengers find out in AOU because it changed when she's put under Wanda's spell and since she's so Out Of It and Unaware until she gets to the Barton's everyone sees it being yk. A Not Snake.

[tenwhiteandalusians]

pertaining to the idea of tenax’s band of strays i do think it’s touching that the kids are the ones who saved him and waited outside the door to make sure he’s okay. for all tenax claims to be harsh and cruel it’s a fine indicator of his character that the kids won’t rest without him and are there every time he’s in danger.

[dizzying-faust]

If I could tell Puzzles fans the same way I tell [REDACTED] fans...

Just because a character has a tragic/sympathetic reasons for acting like what they are, doesn't mean they should be instantly redeemed nor that the people they hurt should instantly forgive them.

And I'm speaking as said Puzzles fan.