#everyone else did (if I have to be honest now it's just i dunno what im allowed and what not to do with that shit)

[transmasc-tabris]

More screenshots (bonus, managed to find Bull a shirt and don't know how to feel about that)

[jade-curtiss]

Tout ce que j'aurais a demander à mon public absent, maintenant que j'ai de la visite dans mon logis, que faisiez vous quand moi, en mon absence, un certain chroniqueur (qui shoot dans toué directions) et un certain avocat (qui lui aussi shoot dans toué directions, malgré que tsé t'aurais pu juste shoulder pat le gars et lui rappeler les "délais" à la place de le grisonner, mais tsé j'connais pas toute l'affaire, vous non plus d'ailleurs messieurs et vous servez le thé en mon absence? Mais là? Anyways cashing off people's affairs (no, not like that) is always rentable, I mean...👀, Mais en prenant l'affaire t'as probablement juste overpressured some dude et scrappé la carrière (ou propulsé le layered grift si y joue comme ça(he should and must tho) d'un autre dude, come c'mon)

[l0vergirlwrites]

new year love ; eddie munson

synopsis: at a new year’s party in new york, you & eddie share a cigarette & love confessions as the clock strikes midnight.

warnings: friends to lovers, love confessions, mentions of smoking, fem reader in mind, talk of new years, rockstar!eddie & downbad!eddie, a few swear words

note: happy early new year! 💫

“i thought i’d find you out he—oh c’mon, you’re smoking without me? ouch”

eddie doesn’t have to look in the voice’s direction to know it’s you. he plucks the cigarette from his lips & laughs, smoke drifting into the air when you leaned against the balcony rail at his side.

he let you take the cigarette from his fingers to take a drag, his eyes trained on the new york city buildings below. “got bored inside with everyone else, princess?” he asked with a smile, turning his gaze to you with a shoulder nudge.

you predictably rolled your eyes at him, the small smile on your lips betraying you. “wouldn’t you like to know, big boy” you toyed with him, swiping your tongue across your teeth when you noticed his face slightly decompose at your nickname for him.

it got him good every time.

“i would,” he murmured. “you look nice, did i mention that already?” eddie’s fingers traced the material of your black shimmery dress on your shoulder, rubbing his hand down your arm once he saw goosebumps.

you took another drag before answering. “hmmm, i think this is your third time telling me. but thank you. you’re quite the charmer, munson” you stepped closer to him now along the rail, letting your head fall against his leather clad shoulder while his arm circled your waist.

eddie took the cigarette back from you, taking the last few hits before stomping it out under his boot. “this view sure beats hawkins” he says into the air, eyes glimmering across the buildings in the distance.

“totally agree with you there”

you both were in new york to celebrate the ending of corroded coffin’s first tour around the USA, which happened to land on the same night as new years. by this point into the night, eddie forgot which floor the apartment you both were partying at was on—hell, he doesn’t really remember the name of the building—but the view made him think he was at the top of the world, especially with you here too.

the setting only made him want to kiss & squeeze all the love out of you, but he was too much of a wuss to do that regardless of the confident front he puts on. he thinks you can kinda see through it.

“eds” you breathed all soft, feeling warm when his relaxed gaze fell to you.

“you got any new year’s resolutions?”

he was silent for a moment, looking back to the skyline to think while you brushed some snowflakes out of his messy lockes.

tell you i love you, he thought to himself.

shrugging his shoulders, he acted unsure. “i dunno,” his breath now fanned your face a little. “just be a better version of myself i guess. what about you, princess? got any goals?”

his arm moved to wrap around your shoulders, dusting a few snowflakes from your jacket. you looked at him a little too closely, your heart thumping in your chest a little too hard.

tell you i love you, you thought to yourself.

you shrugged your shoulders too, teeth chattering when a shiver ran down your spine. “be more honest about how i feel, i suppose…” you trailed on, peaking eddie’s interest.

he quirked a brow. “so, gimme a taste of that honesty—anything you wanna tell me?”

you knew he was joking, just being the playful guy he is. but you couldn’t help but feel like he was actually interested—& it made your stomach tighten into a bundle of nerves.

“oh—pfft” you waved a hand, signalling it was unimportant. “i-i don’t got anything—what about you, you got something?” you turned the question around, leaving eddie to also feel nervous.

it’s on the tip of his tongue, & you were waiting in anticipation.

“the countdown is starting! 10…”

with widened eyes & parched mouths, you & eddie just stared at one another.

“uhhh, that’s a good question…” he laughed it off, his skin growing warmer as the countdown continued. “hypothetically would it ruin things?” he rushed out, causing you to tilt your head.

“9, 8…”

“what do you mean?”

“7, 6…”

he bite his tongue, cursing to himself. “i don’t wanna ruin what we got going on”

“5, 4…”

the anticipation was killing you, causing you to tighten your grip on the back of his jacket a tad. “eds—maybe i should say my thing—“

“okay, say it”

“3, 2, 1…”

“i love you” you rushed out, watching eddie’s face drop into shock & surprise.

“happy new year!”

the balcony was silent between you two as the sky erupted into fireworks, friends cheered, & the city roared.

sucking in a harsh breath, you were about to pull away from his hold & hideaway in the bathroom until you were hastily pulled towards his chest, a ring clad hand pressed into the skin of your cheek until your lips touched eddie’s. it was hard at first, a little hesitant between you two. you felt so much shock that you didn’t move a muscle until your brain processed it—eddie was kissing you.

it wasn’t until your hands gripped the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer (as if that was even possible), that eddie groaned into your mouth, smiling when he felt you kissing him back with equal excitement. lost in each other, you both tiptoed to the closest wall, eddie’s back resting against the brick with you pulled taut to his front.

his fingers curled into your hair, being careful of the star pins & headband you were wearing as yours migrated to the base of his neck, fingers musing with his silver chain.

“eddie—“

“i feel the same—i love you—was just too chicken shit to say it—i’m sorry” he breathed against your lips before diving in again, catching your surprised breath.

before he could get too lost in it, he pulled away, eyes still closed & hands not straying from your body. he felt a little delirious from the rush of endorphins & adrenaline.

you brushed your hand against his tainted pink cheek, thumb brushing away some of your lipstick from his mouth. “it’s okay. y’just got a little something…” you murmured, jumping when he stuck his tongue out to poke your finger.

“you’re a dork” you scoffed with a laugh. eddie just scrunched his nose.

“i’m your dork—i really wanna be—that was my resolution” he said smoothly & honestly, combing your hair & smiling brighter when your head leaned into his touch.

you licked your lips. “i guess we both accomplished our resolutions, huh?”

eddie nodded, his forehead leaning to rest on yours. “it’s been a great fucking new year already, i think we’re on a roll. don’t ya think so, princess?”

[petals2fish]

He’s shirtless.

He’s fucking standing there, shirtless.

Lily did not know what to do with her hands, or eyes, or legs, or hair. She’s frozen in the middle of the field where she’d been meeting Marley for a post practice walk back to the castle for the Slug Club meeting. Marley was busy blabbering on about Anna Spinnet getting on her nerves, going on and on about some rule book thing.

Maybe.

To be honest, the words didn’t even register in Lily’s brain. There was nothing going on up there, not a single brain cell firing, not once she caught sight of him. Instead she stood there, mute, wondering if she could die from attraction.

Next to “Fatal Attraction” in the dictionary, was James Potter.

Now don’t get her wrong, she crushed on him everyday. He had many qualities that made him worthy of a swoon.

His hair, for one, was windswept to one side with curls sticking out in places he’d not managed to tap down. She’d once gotten to run her fingers through the strands and they’d felt like sugar candy from the fair, waves spun like thread that might melt from her touch.

His eyes, if she were standing close enough, would be a deep shade of brown with gold and green flecks. Not emerald green like hers, a softer green, like the color of the sea in photos from southern islands. She’d seen it in postcards, almost like diamonds reflecting a green light.

More impressively, he was shirtless.

Rippled arm muscles demanded her gaze as he drank from a water bottle, the water dripping out of his mouth he was so careless with it. It was May, warming up, and the early summer sun had slightly tanned his chest. Curly black hair ran across his chest, and normally she hated chest hair, but this was James Potter. 

He broke all her rules but that only made sense where he was concerned. Lily often wondered if the man had ever followed a rule in his life. He was known for detentions and late night parties with friends. He had no idea how to stay out of trouble, but maybe that’s why she liked him so much.

She couldn’t stay out of trouble either.

Lily imagined if he ever showed up to class like that, she would grab him by the waistband of his quidditch joggers and pull him into her lap. Merlin, he’d tower over her, consume her, on top. His hand was big enough to hold a quaffle so he could handle her breasts with ease. One of those hands ran across his beautiful body, preparing to stretch and—

She swallowed a sigh just as someone side smacked her, making her call out and capturing the attention of everyone nearby.

“What was that for!” Lily demanded with a cry, rubbing the side of her head and glaring at Sirius Black who had his arms crossed and was looking at her like he could read her mind.

“Dunno,” Sirius tilted his head, his grey eyes slightly narrowed, “I couldn’t tell if you were having a stroke or not, your eye kept twitching.”

“So you hit me?” Lily stepped away from the tall Gryffindor, still rubbing her cheek pathetically, her eyes darting back to James who (still shirtless) was now watching them with one eyebrow quirked.

“My house elf taught me to smack my uncle Boris when he was having a stroke,” Sirius shrugged as he waltzed past, cool as could be, in James’ direction. “Hasn’t failed me yet.”

“I wasn’t having a stroke!” She called after him, “I was—“

Sirius grinned wickedly as he turned on a heel to watch her expression momentarily falter as she stopped herself from speaking. “I know what you were doing, but until you’re willing to pay up, gawking counts.”

She shot him a nasty hand gesture at which he laughed before finishing a complete turn to face James who mumbled something to Sirius quietly. Sirius kept in a bit of laughter as he passed James a shirt, not answering.

Lily cursed Sirius within an inch of his life when James took the shirt and covered back up. Sure, she might’ve made a bet with Sirius that she’d never date James Potter, or else she’d owe him twenty galleons, but that hardly meant she couldn’t stare politely when James offered himself up for it.

She just had to figure out how to get him shirtless again.

[propheticbride]

Spoiled Rotten

𐙚 After being dragged around by your shopaholic girlfriend, she rewards you even after catching an attitude with her.

𐙚 Wanda Maximoff x Reader (tw: none really, public fingering n stuffs, sex in public)

You're miserable. The only real word in your mental dictionary that kept flashing. Not only had you been woken up before ten, because let's be honest the princess needs her sleep. But you were now being dragged around the expensive mall like some keychain.

You sit on the soft leather loveseat, rolling your eyes every two seconds and watching as Wanda tries on another pair of heels.

‘I just need new shoes for some charity event Stark is throwing!’ she had promised.

How many heels did she need to try on? How important was this event?

You had watched her try on wedges, and two pairs of Louboutins (which she put back mind you) and now she was trying on a pair of thin strapped heels that arguably made her ankles look amazing.

Stop, you huff to yourself, you're supposed to be mad at her.

“Baby.” her voice calls.

You look up with a pout.

She doesn't seem to be happy about it either, sighing before doing a few laps and then flips her hair from her shoulder. “What do you think?”

Her gaze is on her ass in the mirror. Your gaze is on it too.

Stop. You're mad! “They're fine.” you reply dully, returning your chin to your propped up palms. You needed to make sure she knew you were bored.

Wanda sighs. “I don't think I like that tone very much.”

“So.” you roll your eyes.

Wanda takes the seat beside you, and leans in. For everyone else, it looks like a loving action between two girlfriends. But you know better.

“You should behave if you expect anything from me today. You're lucky that Natasha was busy today and couldn't take you.” Wanda’s breath feels warm against the shell of your ear and it takes everything in you not to get down on your knees and beg to please her.

But you're upset at her. You're stronger than this.

“Too bad. If Natasha had taken me today I wouldn't be so bored.” you can't help the attitude that comes naturally. You just can't.

You and Wanda had been dating for a couple of years. Having met at one of Tony Stark’s dinners where you were the bright fresh-out-of-high school intern who accidentally spilled wine on her and was more upset about her white dress being stained than the fact you spilled alcohol on a complete stranger.

She found it cute. Had asked you out. It took a couple of dates before you were in her bed, recovering from several orgasms.

You were in love. And so was she.

Wanda was a good lover, and an even better caretaker. But she was a very busy woman. And that's where Natasha had come in. Wanda’s best friend on the compound who was allowed to do everything Wanda did, only emotional connections weren't allowed. You didn't care, Wanda was enough for you.

Wanda never cared for your attitude, and always found a way to fuck it out of you. Whether it be her fingers, tongue, her several vibrators, or the pretty red sparkly strap you worshiped.

At the end of every tantrum, talk back, or sour attitude, you'd be sore and very sensitive. And so apologetic.

You think about it for a second. Full one eyebrow raise and a good cock of the head. “Mmmm…I'm sure I dunno what you're talking about.”

Wanda only smiles. Which makes your stomach drop.

“I love these ones. I'm going to go pay and I'll meet you outside.” Wanda presses a kiss to your head and hurrys to pay.

Despite being somewhat confused, you do as you're told and wait for her outside the store. As you stand there, your stomach begins to bloom anxieties. Tiny little somersaults. You hate not knowing what Wanda will do. Sometimes she was a sadist, other times a straight up sweetheart.

And sometimes you can tell when a certain punishment is coming your way. Other times, Wanda is sneaky and can surprise you. Even after years of punishment. She amazes you like that.

Despite being very vocal about what or what's not okay in the bedroom, Wanda is a very secretive woman. To the Avengers, and even to you. And no matter how much you beg or pry or give her puppy eyes, she doesn't budge. A true dom.

She doesn't give you much time to suffer in your thoughts as a hand is gently rubbing your back.

“What's wrong baby?” Wanda asks, a feigning of innocence in her voice.

“Nothing.” you insist.

“You’re pouting.” she brings her manicured nails up to your face.

“Aren't I always? I want to go home.” you cross your arms. You wonder how long she'll allow this to go on.

“I know. I'm sorry baby. How about ice cream at that cafe you love? Maybe a coffee?” she proposes.

You unwind your arms and go to rub your eyes in a sleepy motion. You think about it for a second, then nod, taking the hand she has held out for you.

✮⋆˙

The cafe is a nice, ten boothed, tucked in hole in the corner of the mall. Wanda orders you your mocha ice cream, with extra caramel to soften you up. For what, you have yet to know.

Wanda sits across from you, with her eyes glued to her phone while you eat and look around.

You enjoy these silences. You don't have to say much, just enjoy one another's presence.

“Wanda?”

Wanda glances up and you turn to look at the redheaded woman standing there. Ah there she is. The pit in your stomach grows.

“Natasha?” Wanda greets with a shake of the hand, and a wide smile on her face.

Natasha sits beside her, and they begin to talk about something that goes in one ear and out the other.

Boring Avengers talk perhaps.

Wanda’s foot begins to rub against your ankle, and you pause. You glance between them, wondering if she's planning something. She's completely wrapped up in the conversation as she manages to manipulate her socked foot up, and align it right against your clothed cunt.

You whimper slightly, causing Natasha to glance at you.

Baby what did I say about brain freezes?” Wanda giggles softly, pressing her foot into your already wet clothed core and begins moving it.

“Don't eat it so fast.” you mumble with ice cream still in your mouth.

Wanda begins to grind her foot more, extremely focused on your clit. “And?”

You swallow quickly, nodding. “Don't talk with your mouth full.”

Natasha smiles at you, then turns back to Wanda.

The best part about the cafe? No one can truly see you feverishly grinding against Wanda’s foot. Forehead matted with strands of hair and small whimpers leaving your mouth.

Wanda’s favorite thing about you?

You were shameless about your pleasure. You'd ride her thigh until you came at least three times, breathless and greedy for more, just while her friends were getting drunk in the kitchen. Or when you ate her out while Natasha fucked you, with other Avengers, Clint and Bruce, a door away.

Even when Wanda was exhausted and spent, she'd watch you with the vibrator or other toys to please yourself while moaning her name loudly. Loud enough that her friend had texted the following day asking if you were okay the next morning.

“Mmm I don't think she's listening to you Tasha.” Wanda says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts.

When you open your eyes, when had you closed them? You see both of them looking at you.

“Such a pretty girl when in pleasure.” Natasha coos. “Didn't even listen to a word I said.”

You moan and grind harder.

“M’sorry.” you breathe out.

“I'm not even moving my foot anymore. It's all baby.” Wanda informs the other Avenger, leaning back.

“You really enjoy this don't you?” Natasha grins. You nod at her.

“Words.” Wanda warns.

“Yes, Natasha so much. Wand-”

Wanda suddenly pushed her foot forward, causing you to spiral head first into an orgasm. You try your best to stifle it, grinding against her and trying to level your breathing. Small whimpers leave your mouth.

“Try it again.” Wanda offers with a condescending half-smile.

“Daddy makes me feel really good.” you coo, rubbing your now soaked panties against her. Another expensive pair ruined.

It's not like Wanda minds your wetness, she loves it. If she could spend her entire day licking you clean, she would. She truly would.

You fail to realize Natasha has changed seats until her arms grab you and hoists you on her lap. She’s quick to rip your panties off and throw them to Wanda, who catches them and begins to play with them between her fingers.

Natasha pulls her pants down, her own red and black strap-on showing. She wastes no time sliding into your wet cunt and doesn't hesitate to buck up into you.

“Such a good girl isn't she?” Wanda smiles, waving the panties at you. A reminder of your current position. "So filthy she lets her daddy and her daddy’s friends play filthy games with her. Was nice enough to buy her ice cream after she gave me an attitude all morning. And she wastes it while her daddy and daddy’s friends fuck her."

“Truly spoiled. Not even Sharon is that pampered.” Natasha grunts.

You can't say anything. You're biting so hard on your bottom lip, you're drawing blood. But the metal taste doesn't bother you one bit. Your hands are bunched into fists, grabbing onto her shirt for dear life and all your girlfriend can do is smirk and play with your panties across from you.

Wanda is a very very mean woman when she wants to be.

No, it isn't fair, but she's too far gone on her power trip to care. Besides, she knows your limits like the back of her hand. And she's let the assassin play with you enough times to trust Natasha to know them as well.

“Because I allow it. She knows that.” Wanda is quick to correct Natasha’s comment. “Tasha?”

“Hm?” she mutters in response.

“Fuck her harder.” Wanda’s tongue traces her top teeth and there's a sadistic glint in her eye.

“Daddy-” you barely manage.

How anyone has yet to catch onto this public display of insanity is beyond you.

“I know.” Natasha kisses the back of your neck. “You're so behaved for her. Makes me jealous.”

“No it doesn't.” Wanda laughs. “You enjoy using her just as much as Sharon likes the idea of you using her. I still haven't forgotten that phone call of her getting off to you and her."

“I've been thinking.” Natasha begins to slow her thrusts, savoring it. “We should get them together.”

“I dunno.” Wanda shrugs. “Sharon can be mean, and she's very sensitive.”

“Sharon will behave.”

“Will she? I'm not sure Sharon knows how to behave.” she snorts, and slides your panties in her purse.

“I'll make her-” Natasha uses her full strength to thrust into you, causing you to cry out. “-behave.”

Wanda quickly looks around the cafe, everyone far too busy to hear your outburst. She calms and looks at you.

“I don't know. I like the idea but you know me. What baby wants, she gets. What she doesn't want, well I obey.” Wanda gives you a smile. You truly had all of the power in the relationship, and she knew it.

“Almost as if she's the one in control.” Natasha giggles.

“Oh she absolutely is, spoiled rotten aren't you?” Wanda insists.

“Yes daddy.” you nod at her.

“Would you like to see Sharon?” Natasha asks you, fixing hair out of your face.

You sniffle, still sensitive and not all there.

Wanda stands up, and holds her hand out to you. “Let's get you cleaned up princess.”

You take her hand and she wipes stray hairs from your face.

“So?” Natasha asks, re-buckling her belt.

“I'll arrange it.” Wanda makes sure you look decent enough to take to the bathroom.

Natasha stands and kisses your head. “Sharon’s really excited for a sleepover baby. Wanda text me later?”

Wanda only nods as Natasha takes her leave.

You look up at her as she leads you to the bathroom.

“I love you.” you whisper.

“I know, baby. I love you more.” she cups your cheek and leans in to kiss your nose.

[autisticsupervillain]

Autistic Avatars not realizing that they're Avatars because they're just "like that": a thread

The Eye

Special Interest in the supernatural = constant food for The Watcher

You know about Interest? TELL ME EVERYTHING

"Hey man listen to me infodump about this horrifying ghost story I read for twenty minutes, alright?"

I need to Know everything about something before I partake in it.

"How did I Know that? Eh, I probably hyperfixated on it at some point."

I cannot be misunderstood so I'll beam the facts into your brain.

The Web

I must plan everything 200 steps in advance before doing anything.

I have prepared for all possible outcomes, I can now have this one conversation.

If I set up all these variables long in advance, then I can do everything correctly and Win the social interaction.

I cannot do anything before The Plan says to.

"I practice my social skills by talking to my spider friends." -Martin "Autism" Blackwood

The Stranger

I cannot socialize without being Uncanny.

If my socialization seems like an act, that's because it is. I practice it in the mirror every day.

Theater Kid

How do you Normal Human?

The Anatomy Class.

Assuming fellow Stranger Avatars also just have the 'Tism. They're not trying to be creepy, honest.

Can't do faces. Doesn't notice when you get replaced.

Being subtly off is too subtle for me.

The Lonely

"I have failed the social interaction. Let the fog reclaim me."

Talking to people is draining my batteries even faster than ever. I need to be alone for approximately 384,400,000 years.

Nothing can overstimulate me in the cool, blinding fog.

Nothing unpredictable can happen in the fog.

The fog is your friend.

The known connection between autism and depression feeds the fog.

The Dark

Why is the sun so god damn bright? I'm going to blow it up I swear.

Night Owl.

Everything's decently quite at night and people leave you alone.

Same overstimulation preventatives as the Lonely tbh. Dark and fog are good concealers.

The dawn is your enemy.

The dread florescent lights shall never bother me again. They break upon my arrival.

Can and will infodump to the monster under my bed. Even now it feels like it listens.

The Spiral

Autism makes getting other mental illnesses recognized hard.

Autism dissociation from body and mind. When did it become 3 AM and why do I hurt? Why am I grumpy? What vital self care task did I forget?

Literal mind doesn't often match reality. Reality is specifically unspecific.

Spaced out and wandered off. Where the fuck am I?

I'm not a mental baby, please stop treating me like it.

I'm not inherently dangerous, please stop treating me like it.

Memory problems my beloathed. Did that happen? I dunno.

What Is Time?

What Is Me?

The Gender

Why do things only make sense to me? What does no one else make sense?

The Flesh

Autism Genderfuckery = Flesh fueled dysphoria.

Meat is the only texture that's palatable. Especially the Mystery Meat.

Will never try any other foods. Too picky.

Infodumps about the horrors of meat processing at dinner and ruins the meal for everyone. More steak for me.

Hates PETA.

Double the arms means double the stim. You weren't using them, right?

Working out is a great stim.

The Corruption

Practices social interaction with the bugs who live in my walls.

"Insects are disgusting. I love them!"

Will protect endangered insects by any means necessary.

According to all known laws of aviation-

Relationship boundaries struggles.

Difficulty noticing sickness symptoms.

Is that nausea or am I overstimulated? *Accidentally causes supernatural plague outbreak*

Difficulty getting diseases diagnosed because of both Autism and noticing too many symptoms so the doctors assume they're faking.

Forgot vital hygiene needs.

The Bugs Are My Friends! They keep me company when I'm sick!

The Buried

Weighted blankets are insufficient, I need the Earth to reclaim me.

Avoid social interaction by tunneling everywhere like a mole.

101 facts about worms.

Forgor hygiene again. Time to become dirt.

Digging a hole is good stimming.

That guy who had to be buried alive to sleep properly. What do you mean you don't want to be buried?

The End

Aradia Megido from Homestuck.Com

That's it, that's the list.

The Desolation

The Autism Temper.

Losing relationships and friendships to ableism and your own disability constantly.

The Fire is a wonderful stim board. Watch it crinkle.

Just watching candles melt for hours.

The fire and thrill gives my life passion again.

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The Vast

Accidentally terrifying people by infodumping about the horrors of nature.

The stimulus of falling.

Nature/Space/Weather Documentary on in background always.

Okay, but from how high did you fall? I want to calculate your velocity as you fell through the void.

Weirdly enough... power scaling?

Power scaling is just the art of determining how easily your favorite characters can destroy mankind so... yeah, I can see it.

Brain empty, only terminal velocity.

The Hunt

Cat Autism

The inherent hyperfocus of the hunt. The chase. Your prey.

Studying the habits of your latest hyperfixation/Hunt assigned prey for days at a time.

I've spent so much time hunting in the woods that I forgot about human society. The Missing Person's Bureau have written you off for dead.

Returning to society to sell your wears and realizing you aren't human anymore.

That's okay. Social interaction is random. The Hunt makes sense.

It's black and white. Predator and prey. Humans hunting monsters. It Makes Sense.

The Slaughter

The incredible human WW1 documentary.

"Did you know?" *Describes horrible historic warcrime*

Takes apart puts back together guns from their collection.

The list of known casualties from this war is incomplete. With my help, they can expand it. :)

The Extinction

The world is spiraling towards its end and only you seem to care.

It hurts to be this passionate about a lost cause.

You Will Make Them Care.

[darlingbabyboo]

hiii! (^o^)/

Dunno if your requests are open but if they are, would you mind sharing some of your hcs of what dating Souya would be like?

(Btw your writing stye is like so nice it's like sunbeams peaking out on a cloudy day, warm and enchanting to look at! ((o(*>ω<*)o)) )

'My Adorable Angry Boy...'

Summary: so what's it like dating one of the famed Kawata twins?

Notes: Requests are always open! And this is so nice 😭 Being compared to sun beams is such an honour omg!!!

Okay, so first we have to get into how you two first started dating

So how did your great love story begin?

Incredibly awkwardly to be honest

You two attended the same school but Angry had absolutely no idea how to confess to you

So he would just watch from his seat, not aware of how he's burning holes through your head

He cares, really, he's just a little stupid

Smiley is the one that really started the relationship

He was tired of how awkward y'all were and was just like, if I don't do it, no one will

"Listen, he doesn't hate you, he's a dumbass who doesn't know how to confess."

"W-What???" You look at the boy who's been burning holes through your head, the new information barely sinking in. Angry spares a small glance at you, before turning red and glaring at his brother.

"Smiley!" He exclaims.

The orange-haired gremlin only smiles wider, "you'll thank me for this later."

Everyone say thank you Smiley

After the awkwardness at first, you two do form a beautiful relationship

Angry is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever though

He's considerate in a way you would not believe

He will remember everything about you, making sure that you're always number 1

Don't worry if everyone else has forgotten about your birthday, Angry already got your back

"Souya, you didn't have to do all this!" You cover your mouth as you see your house completely transformed, streamers, banners, and everything bedazzled to the highest degree. In the middle, he sits on the table, with a homemade cake. Your eyes start to tear up "thank you so much."

Your boyfriend looks off to the side, the compliment making him turn red. "It's no problem, it's what you deserve."

And even if he's on the shyer side (especially compared to his brother), he won't be afraid of speaking up for you

If someone is bothering you, he won't be afraid to grab his brother and roll up to their house

It pays to have a delinquent boyfriend sometimes

"What's wrong with- hey!"

"This the asshole?" Smiley questions, fist crumpling around his collar.

Angry nods and narrows his eyes, "it's him."

The asshole holds up his hand, "hey, I don't know what you think I did, but I promise that you got the wrong guy."

Angry shakes his head, "no, I think I'm looking at the right guy." He sneers and cracks his knuckles, "this will teach you for harassing my girl."

He will not let anyone mess with his baby

Nicknames- I feel like Angry would be into soft/sophisticated, things like darling, honey, sweetheart

He's also a little insecure though, so be patient with him

He loves his brother more than anything but he also has to live in his shadow constantly, and sometimes it can sting.

"Souya, hun, are you okay?"

All the words he wants to say die on his tongue, only able to shake his head.

"Don't worry Souya, I won't leave you." You crawl into his lap, curling around him. He embraces you, sinking his head into your shoulders.

It's all he needs right now.

Angry is one of the sweetest guys in Tokyo Revengers, and anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend.

Can we share?

[em-harlsnow]

the "hit my husband again i'll fucking kill you" and "mickey's family" scenes have me thinking that mickey and carl (or debbie) would prank ian with insulting mickey just to get his reaction

I'm back on these! I have dearly missed doing asks and TikTok trends.

Carl knows a few things about his brother and Mickey. The first is that Mickey's heavily protective over Ian. But the second is something that a lot of people overlook, and it's that Ian's the same way about Mickey. It's always been that way, ever since Carl can remember.

They'd all been fighting for days about what to do with the house, mainly Lip and Debbie, but clearly Mickey's gotten himself involved now. Carl didn't catch how the fight started, but he sees Mickey and Lip wrestling and then Ian rushing to separate them. Carl wished it would have lasted longer, because it's been a long time since he saw a proper scrappy fight. He misses the fight nights they used to do in summer.

He'd mostly been staying out of everyone's business to avoid getting stepped on. Debbie tried to get him involved, and he was lucky to sidestep it. Carl sneaks upstairs to see Mickey as annoyed with Ian as he is with Lip, which never happens. Mickey gets more annoyed with Lip than anyone else. He watches Mickey close their bedroom door in Ian's face and tell him to go fuck himself. He also hears Ian say 'come on, baby’ to the shut door, which is far too soft for Carl and he thinks he might throw up. Carl averts his eyes and slides into his own bedroom when Ian turns back around.

Ian goes outside after that, and like the nosy fucker he is, Carl listens to Lip and Ian's conversation at the window.

'Hit my husband again and I'll fucking kill you' he hears. It seemed like a shock to Lip, for Ian to be defending Mickey, on his side, but it isn't to Carl. It's always been like that, they're just more honest about it now.

Once the house problems have settled, and Carl has a place of his own, there are fewer arguments. Ian and Mickey seem to be in a much happier place than they were the night Ian said that to Lip. They're doing better than Lip and Tami, but then again, they don't deal with a screaming infant.

And it’s not like they don’t see each other. They all see each other all the time. Everyone has a key to Ian and Mickey’s place, much to Mickey’s chagrin. It was just in case. Just in case and only for emergencies.

Carl’s abusing that ‘just in case and only for emergencies’ rule right now, as he sits on their couch and steals their crisps. He was bored, and watching ian and mickey is like his own private personal comedy special. Until they start to get all soft and touchy and giving each other looks like they’d be totally fine with fucking in front of him if he doesn’t get the fuck out.

But it’s good to spend time with Ian, just them, when Mickey goes out to pick up some tacos from a place a few blocks down. It’s calm, sitting on their sofa and talking like they did when they were kids. Well, when Carl was a kid and Ian was a teenager. He missed his older brother.

What he missed even more than that, though, was pissing him off. Ian’s a stubborn fucker and he’s undeniably funny when he’s wound up. He sticks his chin out and gets extremely exasperated very quickly. Incredibly funny.

So when Carl’s pulled back to that night when Ian said he’d kill Lip if he hit Mickey again, he wonders if Ian would have the same reaction if it were him. Carl’s younger than Lip, has always been able to get away with more.

It seems only logical to try it out.

“Mickey’s always been kind of annoying, huh?” Carl drops in when their conversation dies down. He doesn’t agree the statement at all - he thinks Mickey’s pretty cool, actually. He did find their loud sex annoying, endlessly so, but he doesn’t deal with that anymore since he got his own place.

Ian looks confused, wrinkles forming in his forehead. “What? Why d’you say that?”

Carl shrugs, sort of lost for reason. “I dunno. He’s just an asshole, right?”

Ian narrows his eyes suddenly, and it’s startling to see the switch up happen so fast. “No. Don’t talk about him like that.”

“You call him an asshole all the time, Ian.” Carl points out, which is true but it’s not usually said with venom. Sure, when they’re arguing, but there are much worse things to call someone.

“Not the same thing. By any fucking means.” Ian mumbles, but he doesn’t seem too concerned with Carl’s opinion. He started off light, so fine, he can understand why Ian’s not flying off the handle. “Is this because he beat you at Mario Kart last week?”

Carl rolls his eyes. “No. I just think, y’know.” What does he think? He doesn’t know what he thinks. Definitely something. “You never thought you deserved better?”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” Ian’s snapping back.

“Because- I don’t know.” He doesn’t know, shit. Carl’s poor planning skills are really showing. “I was just curious.”

“You got girl trouble or something?” Ian checks, clearly more confused than annoyed.

“Nah. It must be hard to live with someone who flies off the handle all the time, is all I was saying.” Carl thinks it’s funny when mickey gets in a strop about something, but he also really wants to test how annoyed Ian can get. “And all the shit-talking. I mean, that’s all he does, right?”

Ian scowls. "No. He talks about plenty of shit. Right now I wish he talked more shit about you instead of Lip."

Carl's trying not to cross the line between a genuinely hurtful thing to say but something that will get Ian pissed. It comes to him like a message from the heavens.

So Carl shrugs, casually adding, "I dunno, man. I just think that if I were gay, I'd probably go for someone more attractive."

Carl is endlessly pleased by the reaction from Ian.

First, Ian's eyebrows raise in a move that is comically similar to how Mickey moves his eyebrows. Then, his face sort of crumples into a clash between disgust and horror. His mouth gapes for a few seconds, as if he really can't fathom how someone would think such a thing about Mickey. His chin starts to jut out.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." Ian mutters, glaring and lowering his voice a few octaves. "Mickey's attractive, and if you had more than one fucking brain cell, you would know that."

Carl grins at him. "You're such a fucking sap, Ian."

Ian furrows his brows again, lost for words.

"I was only kidding. You get so mad when anyone says anything about Mick. S'funny."

Ian half-pushes and half-smacks the back of Carl's head in the way only a big brother can, in a way that's reminiscent of his childhood.

"You're an idiot."

--> I hope this was okay, im sorry it took me so long to get to it

-> also sorry if they're out of character, I was struggling not to make Carl be too harsh lol

-> send me asks for TikTok trends that they could do!

[hqbaby]

three — yours

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1.9k content. fwb, swearing, car sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (pretty girl, babe, sweet girl)

“How do you know if you like someone?”

“If they have a buttload of cash.”

“How much is a buttload?”

“I dunno, like a hundred million yen?”

“And it has to be in cash?”

“You can probably count assets too.”

“Sounds sensible.”

You and Oikawa are on the floor of his dorm room busy folding pieces of origami paper into rings. Somehow, you had both convinced each other that, if you weren’t able to make a thousand, you’d be single forever and die on the toilet. Neither of you are willing to take that risk.

“Hold on,” he says, head shooting up to look at you.

“Don’t stop!” you scold, finishing the ring he had disregarded. “Think of the toilet death, Tooru.”

His lips spread out into a grin. “Why do you wanna know if you like someone?” he asks teasingly. “Is there something I should know about? Or, more importantly, someone?”

“What? No. Ew boys. Cooties.”

“It wouldn’t happen to be the boy you’ve been seeing, would it?” he presses, ignoring how you urge him to get back to the origami. “The one Iwa said you gave your number to?”

You groan, flopping onto the carpet and avoiding your best friend’s gaze. “It’s not like that, okay?”

He squeals, like actually squeals. “Y/N’s got a crush!” he proclaims in a sing-song voice before proceeding to make kissy faces. “Is that why you’ve been so busy this week?”

“I haven’t been busy.”

“You so have,” he says. “I don’t even know who the boy is! Iwa never told me, said I should hear it from you.”

You gulp. “Right, about that…”

Oikawa looks at you expectantly. “Yes?”

“He’s kinda… your teammate.”

Suddenly, his face turns dark, a scowl now taking over his features. “Y/N,” he says in a low voice, “What have I told you about dating volleyball players?”

“Don’t… do it?” you answer tentatively. 

“Exactly! Don’t do it!” he tells you. “We’re all assholes! You know that more than anyone.”

He’s right, of course, you know he is. You’ve been friends with him since you were in middle school, inseparable since highschool. You were there to witness all the broken hearts that he and the rest of his teammates left in their wake. They didn’t mean to do it most of the time, but they did it anyway. It’s why he never let you date any of them and made sure everyone knew you were off-limits. It’s also why he never introduced you to his college teammates. He didn’t even want you to know their names.

You wonder what your best friend would say if he knew that you were not only going out with one of his teammates but also sleeping with another. You guess you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it—and you hope you never do.

“Who?”

“What?”

“Who are you seeing?”

You offer him a guilty smile as you sit up. “Atsumu?”

His eye twitches. “He’s literally the other setter, Y/N!”

“But he’s nice!”

“That cocky asshole is not nice!”

“You’re just jealous,” you shoot back at him.

“Of course I’m jealous.” He frowns. “And I don’t want you to get hurt when the pain is clearly avoidable.”

The two of you are quiet. Oikawa picks up a piece of paper and folds it up into a ring, brows knitted together in worry. As much as he hates this, he doesn’t remember the last time you actually considered that you might like someone. You were never open to these kinds of things. You dated guys, sure, but they weren’t anything serious. He hates Atsumu, but he wonders if there might be more to him than meets the eye. You’ve clearly seen something he hasn’t.

“Look, I get it,” you say, finally breaking the silence. “He’s not… perfect. He’s messy, he talks too loud, his car’s a mess—but he’s honest, you know? And I like spending time with him. I just wanna have some fun.”

He sighs and looks back up at you. “And it’s not serious?”

You nod. “Not serious at all.”

Your day is going horribly. With your summer semester still a week away, your coach has decided to take advantage of your extra time and make practice more gruesome than ever before. It doesn’t help that you’re more exhausted than usual, what with Atsumu suddenly taking up your days and Suna taking up your nights. And today, all your fatigue comes crashing down on you as you fall from the top of a pyramid.

“Y/N!” Yukie exclaims as the spotters catch you just in time. “Are you alright?”

You let yourself lie on the floor for a moment, staring up at the high ceiling of the gym. “I think I’m dying.”

Kaori holds her hand out for you to take and pulls you up. “Don’t be so dramatic,” she says with a fond smile. “Come on, we just gotta finish this last run.”

You turn to your coach and offer a bright smile and a thumbs-up before heading back to your starting position with an extra pep in your step. When you look back at your friends though, your face falls, practically wanting to weep from exhaustion. As the music starts playing and you go through the routine again, you wonder if the scholarship is even worth all this torture.

“You look rough,” Kaori tells you in the locker room afterwards. “Lip gloss?”

“Yes please,” you say, catching the tube she throws at you. You turn to the mirror and swipe the strawberry gloss on your lips, smacking them together before sighing. “I’m not even taking classes yet but I already feel so busy.”

Yukie snickers. “That’s what you get for going at two boys at once.”

“Yukie! Don’t be so loud!”

Your friends laugh at your panic. There’s no one else in the room and, even if there was, it’s not like they would even know what you were talking about.

“Relax,” Kaori says. “Why are you so worried about people finding out anyway?”

You shrug, putting the lip gloss back in her bag. “I don’t know. It’s just… weird. Rin doesn’t even want people knowing we’re friends and Atsumu’s still too new to mean anything.”

“Do they know about each other?” Yukie asks curiously.

“Kinda,” you say. “Atsumu knows we’re not exclusive and Rin knows I’m sorta seeing someone. It’s weird, I dunno.”

Kaori pats you on the back. “That’s college for you, baby.”

The three of you head out of the locker room, complaining about which muscles are sore today and being pleasantly surprised by which ones aren’t. You have the next day off though, which is rare and great and you’re all looking forward to it.

“You sure you don’t need a ride?” Kaori asks when you get to her car.

You nod. “I’m good.”

“If you say so,” she says, giving you a quick hug before getting in the driver’s seat. “See you on Monday!”

“See you on Monday!” you wave as the car pulls out of the parking lot and drives away. When they’re gone, you take your phone out of your pocket and sit down on one of the benches outside the gym.

rin: u done?

you: yep, r u near?

rin: look up pretty girl

Your eyes lift to see him walking towards you with a smirk. He isn’t wearing anything special, just a t-shirt and some jeans. You’re pretty sure he’s even wearing your pink Hello Kitty socks under those shoes of his (the ones he swears he didn’t steal). He seems completely normal to you—so why does he look so good?

You stand up and crash your lips into his, your fingers coming up to grab the fabric of his collar. He kisses you back immediately and holds your face in his hands. Everything about it is rough and hot and wet. If anyone saw you now, there’s definitely no way they wouldn’t know what the two of you are to each other.

You pull back from the kiss, forehead pressed against his. “I want you.”

His eyes pierce into yours. There’s something so intimate about the way he looks at you, something so raw and real. “You have me,” he growls. “Of course you do.”

The two of you manage to make it to his car before you’re on each other again. You’re lying in the back seat with Suna’s body hovering above yours, both your lips pressed together in fierce competition. His tongue slips into your mouth and you let out a moan as he moves closer to you.

He yanks both your gym shorts and underwear down in one motion, sliding his fingers between your legs. He snickers. “So wet for me, babe.” 

“Touch me, Rin,” you say breathlessly. “Please.”

He pulls away from your lips, ignoring your whines at the loss of contact as he moves down to bring his face to your cunt. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he tells you before eating you out like his life depends on it. “Tastes so good, sweet girl.”

You manage to lift your head to look at him, his head between your thighs. It’s depraved, the way he laps at you, the way he kisses your clit and licks at your folds. His hair is a mess and you can practically see your slick dripping down his chin. He puts one hand on your thigh to keep it from closing and uses the other hand to slide a finger inside of you.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it, babe,” he says against your heat, crooking his finger just right so it sends shockwaves through your body. “Always so good for me, aren’t you?”

A moan rips out of your throat. “Yes, Rin, yes!”

“This pussy is all for me, isn’t it?”

You nod, eyes closed as your back arches. You’re so close. So, so close. Practically seeing stars. “All yours. All yours,” you chant. He sucks at your clit. “Fuck!”

“Whose?”

“Yours, Rin!” you scream. “All for you, Rin!”

With one more stroke of his finger right against your sweet spot, your high comes crashing down on you, the orgasm wracking your entire body. You try to close your legs to find some relief, but Suna keeps them wide open as he continues to spear his finger into you, riding out your high. The fucked out look on your face is all he needs in that moment.

When you’ve settled down, he pulls his finger out and sticks it in his mouth, tasting you on his tongue. You groan at the sight.

“Not bad, babe,” he says, grabbing one of the wipes he keeps in his car and cleaning you up. He’s gentle about it, careful not to touch the sensitive spots and apologizing when he does. He knows how sore you can get. He knows your body more than anyone else does, even yourself.

You pull your shorts back up and the two of you lie together for a while, your head on his chest. Then, it hits you.

“Do you think anyone saw us?”

“That’s a weird way of thanking me for the greatest orgasm of your life.”

You push him away playfully. “Get over yourself,” you say. “Not even in the top 5.”

“Top 10?”

“More like 50.”

“Hey!”

You turn your head to look at him, both of you smiling. “That was nice,” you say. “Not great, but nice.”

He rolls his eyes at you and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Whatever. When we get home, I’m fucking my way to number 1.”

“Game on.”

notes. idk about you guys but i would totally let a guy like suna finger me in a parking lot. not like speaking from experience or anything but... yeah. anyway!! that was the first smutty chapter but there will be more hihihi :>

i'd love to hear what you think of the series so far!! looking forward to sharing more with you all ;)

[ugotcooneycrossed]

a christmas education • kyra cooney-cross

a/n: little something based off this since its christmas tmr

you're determined to educate your girlfriend on all things christmas

------------------------------------------------------------the build up to an appropriate time to blast christmas music has you buzzing. having been on the team for two years now- everyone has promptly banned you from anything christmas related until december first. a rule in place after your first year with the team, when you rocked up to training donning a santa hat, singing jingle bells at the top of your lungs, two days after halloween.

so, the moment your alarm sounds on the first of december- you shoot up in bed, in your excitement, you momentarily forget your girlfriend spent the night, and you send her tumbling out of bed.

leaning over the other side you smile at her sheepishly- she's sprawled out on the floor, face hidden in the mass of blankets she brought down with her.

"oops- sorry ky."

she sends you a thumbs up- sitting up fully now. her hair still messy and yawning.

"come on kyra- it's christmas time!"

"it's only the first baby."

"umm yeah- the first of december! now come on-there is so much christmas music we can listen to from now until training."

-

"tell me baby- do you recognise me?! its been a year, it doesnt surprise me!"

"oh god- here she comes."

you dance into the change rooms- invisible microphone in hand. your christmas sweater-complete with flashing lights, bells, and a protruding, squeaky, red nose- jingles as you shimmy your way to your locker.

"merry christmas everyone!"

kyra comes in after you- dragging her feet, she stops at lia, whispering in the older woman's ear.

"why didnt you tell me she's crazy?"

-

you steal the gym speaker before anyone else can-connecting your phone and ignoring the groans that ring out.

"babe! what's your favourite christmas song?"

"uhh- i don't know."

"what do you mean, you dont know?!"

"if im being honest (y/n), i dont know much about christmas stuff."

kyra shrugs-brushing off it off, smiling at you. but when she see's your mouth hanging open- eyes bewildered and unresponsive, her smile faulters.

"babe?"

"what do you mean, 'you dont know much' about christmas kyra!"

"dunno- just never really thought much about it."

"we- i need to fix this."

-

"so, first we decorate the tree- yes i did take everything off, so we can do it all over again together and listen to all the christmas music possible, then we're going to decorate gingerbread houses and watch all the christmas movies."

you smile proudly- standing in front of your now bare christmas tree.

-

"rudolph the red nose reindeer- something, something, some-something."

kyra sings softy under her breath- moving around the tree- hanging the ornaments on gently.

finally, you reach down- handing her the star, and nodding to the top of the tree.

"you want me to put this on?"

"yeah!"

-

"okay- so we'll start with the grinch- and then see where we get from there!"

you watch kyra decorate and watch the movie with a grin- something about kyra loving the grinch just makes so much sense.

-

"done!"

you look up from yours- the final touches perfecting your house, you look at her's, then yours, then back to hers.

she's brandishing it to you proudly- grinning at you with frosting around her lips.

the roof of her house has collapsed in- some of her gummy lollies half bitten and stuck to random parts of the house. most of the frosting probably eaten instead of holding together the walls of her house.

"its beautiful?"

"thanks! i know right!"

-

"now this is my favourite part of christmas."

you take her hand- leading her to your bedroom, the door open.

"your bed?"

"no you idiot- look up!"

"why do you have a random bush-"

"its mistletoe ky."

"ohhh- oh- oh."

you put your hands around her neck- her own wrapping around your waist- and you share a sweet kiss.

"mmh- you taste like frosting."

[melatonindeficient]

Arcane and Jesus Figures

i grew up in a super Christian household and I don't really believe anymore, but whenever I see religious figures in fiction I always get super hooked and end up trying to analyse the entire piece of media in relation to religion, so when Viktor entered his Jesus arc I was like oh hell yeah this is gonna something I'm fixated on for weekssss.

He was prosecuted against yet performed miracles, and when Jayce came in feeling all out of sorts and killed him the first time, he was resurrected. He faced hardships of some sort, he encountered a sort of rebirth, and came out completely changed and changing the world for others.

However...so did literally everyone else.

Maybe that's an exaggeration but "rebirth" can mean a million different things depending on circumstances. The death of Cait's mother could've been her rebirth, and her promise to kill Jinx and eradicate her wrongdoings could easily be compared to the Christian campaign against the devil. Jayce's time in the trenches could've been a rebirth and his salvation of sins could've been his oath to destroy Viktor as the devil. Though we compare Ekko's alternate universe to a heaven, that could also be a rebirth of the same kind. Hell, even Jinx practically came back from the dead after Silco had Singed pump her full of shimmer, though I wouldn't say she had a rebirth of any kind until she met Isha. Basically what I'm saying is that Arcane has little faux-Jesuses running around everywhere.

But if we're gonna say that Viktor is definitively Jesus because he fits the mold the very best, and we're going to assume that the writers stuck pretty close to the actual story of Jesus then that poses one question.

Who is God?

Now my first immediate and obvious guess is the arcane.

But the arcane makes itself present in people who aren't even followers of Viktor (cough cough Jayce's wrist and Ekko's machine) while Viktor's spirit is pretty limited to those who chose to follow him (like he said himself); his disciples.

So, really, to stick to some kind of religious doctrine, the arcane is more like the Holy Spirit. So there's two out of three of the Holy Trinity, but still no God.

Now to revisit the point about the arcane being present within others, particularly in jayce's wrist, Viktor's position as Jesus becomes more complicated. To be so honest I only had this thought after seeing a tiktok comment saying Jayce held his hammer like a cross, but though Viktor is the one who has an emphasized Jesus arc, Jayce's is just as relevant; to reiterate, he doesn't perform miracles (he tried to with what could have been a life-changing peace deal), and he isn't hated save for prior to his success with Hextech, but he faces a sort of "hell" and comes back to save his people from a "devil." That's a Jesus figure if I ever saw one.

Yet.

Jayce is the reason for Viktors' rebirth, and he is also the reason (well, at least the major part of the reason considering all of the other factors which allowed Hextech to exists) for his own. Jayce kills him seemingly without second thought, and he did so in such a way that it seemed random and out of character, hence why so many people were outraged with him during the week between acts 2 and 3 (rough time for Jayce glazers like myself). Jayce has a Jesus arc, sure, but Jayce is Judas.

So there's always the easy answer, being that there isn't a god at all and maybe all this time it was commentary on how without something to believe in there is chaos but I both don't think that's it and think that that's boorrringggg.

Viktor could be God, but ultimately that would immediately place Jayce as Jesus and I dunno if the jayvik shippers fw a ship between cosmic father and son...

But Viktor could also be the Holy Spirit because he was the one controlling the husks, and could speak through them.

So maybe between those two men alone we have the Holy Trinity AND a Judas.

Alternatively, though, it would make sense for the arcane itself to be "God" and for its runes to be the Holy Spirit. Practically the same entity, but not quite.

The arcane as God, Viktor as Jesus, runes as the Holy Spirit, and Jayce as Judas....

Hextech as the Bible? Sure, let's go with that.

[deathmetalangel]

hi if your taking requests I’d like to request a mid 90s forth-grade x fem skater reader. I could be whatever tbh but she’s like really soft and nice. Idk you could do what ever you think is best <33

IN CHAINS, ENTOMBED (FOURTH GRADE X FEM!READER)

warnings: stevie has mommy issues, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, sad stevie, nothing else really it’s mostly fluff

“from the day you arrived, i’ve remained, by your side, in chains, entombed”

ahhh i just really love fourth grade. i might’ve went overboard a slight bit.

Their friend group was strange, anyone could see that. They varied in ages, most being juniors and seniors with two exceptions. And they drastically varied in personalities. Ray was the oldest and looked out for his friends like siblings, they were all he had. Fuckshit was rowdy and always down for a party to distract himself and stay entertained. Fourth Grade was more aloof, the others called it stupid, but Y/n preferred observant.

Y/n herself was the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, a heart made of gold that shone brightly wherever she went. Ruben was almost condescending at times, he always felt the need to prove himself to Ray and Fuckshit. And Stevie, he spiraled down a dark path for a long time. Until now, he finally returned to the sweet boy they met at first. So eager and just happy to have friends.

They had their squabbles sure, but nothing they’d ever let separate them. The closest out of everyone was easily Y/n and Fourth Grade. She was a senior, about a year older than he was. Yet they’d known each other for years. She’d lived on the nicer side of town, but their dads had been really good friends. Both worked at the DMV, but it’s where their moms worked that changed their living situations. Mrs. L/n was, to be quite honest a spoilt brat of a woman. She was heinous and cruel. Only supported by her husband and her trust fund. Which she spent most of pretty quickly during her college years. But it still kept the family going strong.

Y/n had a surprisingly good work ethic. She didn’t work at Motor like Fuckshit and Ray, but she did work with her uncle at his mechanic shop. It helps to fund her “passion project”. Which is just an old 67’ Mustang Shelby.

Said girl currently sits on the couch in the back of the skate shop, her feet propped up on Fourth Grade’s lap with a book placed in hers. Her beanie is slightly slipping from her head, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “College applications are stupid. They’re all the counselors at school talk about now. I get that they’re important, but I don’t even know If I wanna go to college.” She sighs before shutting the textbook.

Fourth Grade turns to look at her, his usual far off look replaced. She always has his full attention. It doesn’t matter what she’s talking about. He’s gonna listen if she’s the one saying it. “I dunno. You’re smart. College might be good.” Ruben looks at them from the other couch. He was more interested in them than what Fuckshit was rambling about next to him. He liked the way Fourth Grade looked at her. It was, for lack of better words, full of devotion. He never sees that at home.

“Yeah, but where would I even go? All of these colleges are expensive and far away. I wouldn’t wanna leave you or the guys.” Mostly him. “I think I wanna be a mechanic. Sounds stupid huh?” She brushes off her own words.

Fourth Grade shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s stupid.” He mumbles off handedly. Like his words held no weight, what did they mean coming from someone as dumb as him? “I’ve seen your car, you’re good. You should do it.”

Yet his words meant the most to her. “You want to be a director right? You can go to college for that you know. A few colleges with fine arts programs reached out to me too. I think you’d do good.” He never really expected her to remember anything about what he wanted to do. Most of the guys assumed he just didn’t know or was too stupid to care. He pauses, they both think about the cost of it all. “I mean there’s scholarships and stuff. Next year I can help you look into it?”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course.”

She smiles at him, sweet and genuine. Ruben liked the way she looked at him too. There was no doubt with her, she loved him. Fourth Grade feels himself growing flustered. Y/n tended to do that to him. It was like he was in middle school all over again. She was the one who taught him how to skate. Y/n was so patient and understanding, she still is.

Everyone’s attention is caught by the bell to the front door. It chimes letting them know someone is walking in. The someone was Stevie, the only one missing from the current hang out besides Ray who was helping his mom. He’s a mamas boy, but y/n won’t tell anyone where he’s at. The guys tend to tease. Stevie walks in the shop clearly aggravated. She hadn’t seen him this agitated since last summer.

“Hey Fuckshit can you and Ruben go get some Arizonas and snacks? It’s on me just take this twenty. I don’t feel like going.” She holds out the cash she grabbed from her pocket.

Fuckshit looks up at her and takes the cash. “Hm yeah sure. Only cause you treating ma. I’ll get some different flavors n shit. Come on Ruben let’s bounce.” He clearly didn’t see her true intentions as he walks past Stevie on his way out. Y/n sits up straight as Stevie finally comes over to them on the couch.

“Hey Stevie you okay? It’s just us,” He knew what she meant. Just her and Fourth Grade so he could say whatever he wanted judgment free. He bites down on his lip to stop it from quivering. His nose twitches, she picks up on his tells. Y/n places a gentle hand on Stevie’s arm. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Just sit down, we can talk when you’re ready.”

Fourth Grade watches her tentatively. She was so gentle. Stevie sits down in between the teens before he places his head onto her lap. Y/n looks at Fourth Grade who was watching Stevie carefully. The boy had been through a lot in the time they were friends. He’d grown to care about him a lot. Y/n softly caresses the boys hair. Her best attempt at soothing him.

“My mom she just doesn’t get it anymore. She doesn’t get me anymore. She’s always with some guy, Ian says she used to be like that before I was born. But I thought she’d be better. She’s so preoccupied I never see her. And then she just bugs about stupid shit. I hate her sometimes.” He vents to the pair who don’t pity him, they are just there to console him.

Y/n sighs. “I get it. My moms flighty. Always in her own world. I’ve met your mom, and both times weren’t exactly pleasant or under great circumstances. But, I do think she cares. She loves you, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to feel this way. She isn’t right to put more focus on someone other than you especially when you’re so young. However, she is still entitled to a love life Stevie.” He liked talking to her. She never judged him. Or scolded him. Just let him talk, and would advise him as best she could.

Y/n looks at Fourth Grade, her eyes flicking down to Stevie as if to tell him to say something. He can get that hint at least. “It’s hard for a mom to have a son. My moms weird with me sometimes, it’s different than her having a girl. Ya know? She’s probably just nervous because you’re getting big and growing up.” She smiles at him, his thoughtful answer was more than adequate. He blushes at her smile. She always did encourage him to be smarter than everyone thought he was.

“You and y/n aren’t weird with me. So why is she?” Y/n blushes slightly at the implications of what he was saying. “Y/n you don’t ignore me for Fourth Grade. And you’ve been like in love forever. So why does she ignore me for those guys she’s known for a few months?” Both teens almost were too embarrassed to answer.

Y/n tries to recover as best she can. “We’re a lot closer in age to you than she is Stevie. We know what it’s like to be your age. She doesn’t remember it quite as well. And me and Fourth Grade, we’re not- um. New relationships take more work. There’s a lot more of getting to know each other Stevie. That’s probably why.” She can’t even make eye contact with Fourth Grade who kind of just sits there trying to figure out what she’s saying.

They weren’t dating, but why didn’t she finish her sentence. Was he reading too much into her words? “Can I stay at your house tonight? And maybe Fourth Grade stay over too?”

Y/n smiles softly. She could never say no to Stevie. She gently wipes away a few stray tears from the boys face before responding. “Of course you can stay with me. I’d rather you stay over than be god knows where. And you’d have to ask Fourth Grade if he wants to have a little sleepover.”

Stevie looks up towards Fourth Grade who’s caught slightly off guard. “Can you come too? I like when you’re hanging out with us.”

“Sure kid.” They were really the only ones who actually treated Stevie like a kid. He wasn’t Sunburn the cool skater, he was Stevie the twelve year old. They didn’t infantilize him or belittle him, he was still an equal. But they made sure to remember he was still growing up. He didn’t have to be cool and drink or smoke. He was dorky and that was fine.

Stevie smiles before laying down on Y/n’s lap again. Her fingers gently play with his hair as he starts to fall asleep. Y/n hums a soft lullaby as he does. “He’s a good kid. It’s funny you act more like a mom than a friend to him sometimes.” Fourth Grade whispers while he watches the boy nap.

“I guess it’s just my big sister instincts. And what about you? I swear sometimes he comes to you with his problems more than me or Ray. Fourth Grade I like this girl what do I do? Fourth Grade I need help with a video project for school. Fourth Grade I’m mad at my friend again.” She laughs softly before looking back down at Stevie.

Fourth Grade laughs as well. He did often get tasked with helping Stevie, it was mostly with stuff he didn’t want to ask Y/n about. He cared a lot about what she thought of him. “He’s a bit confused, but he’s only got his mom and his brother. And his brother doesn’t seem like the brotherly type. We’re really the closest he’s got to older siblings. And only three of us are decent influences.” Fuckshit and Ruben were most definitely not good influences. In fact Y/n almost has a heart attack when she finds out Stevie is hanging out with only them.

“You parent him a lot Y/n. And you always manage to get me roped into it.” Fourth Grade chuckles softly. “No wonder he thinks we’re dating.” He mumbles the end. Afraid of the weight of his words.

Y/n pauses. “I mean, we do kind of act coupley. I wouldn’t be surprised if more people thought we were dating. I don’t really care. I’m comfortable around you.” This was her way of putting the ball in his court. Fourth Grade pauses. He looks at her and just thinks. Jesus she had him whipped. Ever since he met her he’s been following her around like a puppy.

Yet, he really didn’t want it any other way. He liked being around her. Y/n was kind, but not ignorant in the slightest. She was intelligent and so fucking sweet. He fell more in love with her little by little, he was entombed by her very being. “You scare off any girls I might get, you know that right?”

She giggles. He wasn’t serious, but he wasn’t lying either. “Like you don’t scare off guys. ‘Don’t talk to her she’s with that tall lanky guy’. I hear pretty well you know.” Fourth Grade smiles.

“I mean if we’re ruining each others chances of ever dating someone, why don’t we just actually date?” Her eyes widen. She hadn’t actually expected him to be so up front. Fourth Grade never said anything this forward. He usually stuttered and rethought his words mid sentence.

She looks into his eyes. She could tell he was being genuine, perhaps that was what compelled his bluntness. “Are you asking me out Fourth Grade?”

He scratches the back of his neck almost awkwardly. “Uh-yeah. I mean. If you wanna.” And there was the Fourth Grade she knew. Y/n smiles before gently kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to.” She smiles before placing her head on his shoulder. Leaning onto him while Stevie napped comfortably in her lap. “I love you, you know. I have since we were kids.”

His face was almost bright red. Fourth Grade swallows hard. “Y-yeah? If I’m being honest you’ve had me since we met. Especially after you taught me to Ollie.”

She smiles at the memory. “I don’t think Fuckshit is coming back with my money.”

Fourth Grade wants to laugh, he quiets himself into a soft chuckle. “Yeah. I don’t think so either. It’s okay though. We can just relax. Just us.”

Y/n mumbles something before slowly dozing off with her head still resting on his shoulder. Fourth Grade looks down at her, still in awe of the girl before him. He’d do anything for her. And he knew she’d do the same. That’s just how she was, the kind of person she was. The person he was so irreparably in love with. And by her side he’d remain.

[gumims]

from rivalry to romance | ch3: late night confessions

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the room was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of rain tapping against the windows. you stared at the flashlight on your phone, propped up in the middle of the room like some makeshift campfire.

the power had been out for nearly an hour now, and honestly, you were ready to strangle the blonde sitting across from you.

“can ya believe this?” atsumu grumbled, tossing a bag of chips onto the floor between you. “stuck in the dark with no wifi? what kinda nightmare is this?”

you rolled your eyes, snatching the bag from him. “maybe if you spent less time on your phone and more time preparing for things like, i don’t know, blackouts, you wouldn’t be whining right now.”

“excuse me, miss perfect planner,” he shot back, leaning back on his hands. “some of us have lives outside of bein’ prepared for the end of the world.”

“lives? you mean volleyball?”

“hey!” he pointed at you, mock-offended. “volleyball is life.”

you sighed dramatically, pulling the bag open and grabbing a handful of chips. “whatever you say, miya.”

a few moments passed in relative silence, broken only by the occasional crunch of chips and atsumu’s exaggerated sighs.

“this is so borin’,” he finally said, lying back on the floor and staring at the ceiling. “let’s do somethin’.”

“like what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “we can’t exactly go anywhere, genius.”

“i dunno,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow. “talk or somethin’.”

“talk?”

“yeah, like… y’know, share secrets or whatever people do when there’s no power.”

you stared at him, debating whether it was worth engaging. but honestly, what else was there to do?

“fine,” you said, sitting up straighter. “you go first.”

he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “alright. uh… i dunno. did ya know i’m a twin?”

you blinked at him. “seriously? that’s your big secret? everyone knows that, atsumu.”

“okay, smartass, your turn,” he shot back, crossing his arms.

you hesitated, glancing at the flashlight. “i… hate public speaking,” you said finally.

he frowned. “that’s not a secret, either. yer voice shakes like a leaf anytime ya have to talk in front of the team.”

heat rose to your cheeks. “okay, then what do you want me to say?”

“somethin’ real,” he said, leaning forward. “like… why’d ya even become the manager in the first place?”

you froze. that was a question you hadn’t expected.

“i—” you started, then stopped, picking at a thread on your shirt. “i guess… i wanted to be part of something, y’know? i’ve always felt kinda… out of place. like i didn’t really belong anywhere.”

atsumu’s teasing expression softened, his brows knitting together. “huh. i didn’t know that.”

“well, now you do,” you said quickly, trying to brush it off. “your turn.”

he was quiet for a moment, staring at the flashlight.

“sometimes… i wonder if people actually like me, or if they just tolerate me,” he muttered, barely loud enough for you to hear.

your heart twisted at his words. you’d never seen him like this before—vulnerable, honest.

“atsumu…” you said softly, unsure of what to say.

he looked up at you, offering a small, sad smile. “don’t tell anyone, alright? gotta keep my rep as the cocky bastard intact.”

you couldn’t help but laugh a little, the tension easing. “your secret’s safe with me, miya.”

for the first time since the power went out, the room didn’t feel quite so dark.

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𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓 ! - 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒┊i’ve left you guys w nothing for so long 💔 so take this small series (multiple chapters) as a apology, hopefully you guys will forgive meeee— AND i’d like to add the kazuha smut isn’t gonna come out till the end of november or thee begging of december, anddd expect a albedo smau ❤️

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒┊fluff, suggestive (ofc, it’s written by pri, what else do u expect?), fem! reader, modern au, somewhat ooc alhaitham not rly though, AND CUTIE PATOOTIE READER… w a little attitude

“ come on alhaitham! it can’t hurt to try dating someone… ” kaveh tried to reason with him— claiming that he’d been single long enough and needed a relationship. ( also he is very attractive, and has chicks swarming all around him… you’d think he’d make the effort to start something with one of them… but! guess not! )

“ kaveh, i said no. i’m in no need of a reltionship— plus all these.. girls. ” he hesitated— thinking of a proper way to describe them.

“ their annoying, and clearly don’t care much for their studies.. i need a partner who actually has a brain. ” alhaitham said sourly.

“ ugh… ” kaveh pouted, “ brains aren’t everything, you know? if i were you i would’ve got a girlfriend already!! ”

“ i hope one day these girls realize you’ve got no personality and are rude and— and well, you know!”

“then they’ll realize what a true man is… ” he grinned. “ aka, me. ”

“ brains aren’t everything? i disagree… a persons brain is—”

“ shush! i don’t need one of your lectures about how blah blah means blah blah. ” kaveh scoffed, frowning once more.

“ one day you’re going to end up dating a no brainer, just because their pretty. ” alhaitham murmured, closing his book and leaning his head back on his seat.

“ and you’re gonna end up dating no one. ” kaveh snapped back.

“ fine by me. ” alhaitham said stoically, but to be honest… he did want to love someone eventually, but he wouldn’t admit that to kaveh.

“ you know what? if you can’t find anyone you like here at our uni… why not get a dating app! there’s plenty of smart people on those! ” kaveh exclaimed excitedly, desperate to get his “lonely” roommate a partner.

“ and get catfished? no thank you. ” alhaitham declined quickly… but seriously, a dating app might be a good idea— maybe he could meet someone at his intellectual level.. not some dumbass like all the girls here.

“ not everyone on dating apps are catfishers, come on! please try one! and i’ll pay you a visit to the library…!! ” kaveh pleaded. “ you don’t even have to date… you can just make a friend! ”

friend….? well he certainly needed more of those— as well as new books.

“ a visit to the bookstore, not library, and you have a deal. ” alhaitham tilted his head up at kaveh.

“ ugh… fine. just don’t buy too many books! or else i’ll never be able to afford supplies for my project. ”

alhaitham hummed. “ alright, i’ll limit myself to… eh, three books. ”

from the most expensive section too…

“ three?! come on make it at least two… ” kaveh pouted. “ you always get the most expensive books, so two! ”

alhaitham sighed, “ fine, two books, and i’ll try that stupid dating app. ”

“ bet! ” kaveh gleamed, picking up alhaitham’s phone which made alhaitham jolt up a bit.

“ hey what are you— ” kaveh shushed him.

“ getting you the app, obviously!! ” kaveh chuckled, flashing the phone over to alhaitham’s face for face-id.

poor alhaitham couldn’t even snatch it back.

kaveh was typing away on alhaithams phone ( without alhaitham’s consent too! how rude! )

“ here! now you can set up your profile. ” kaveh handed alhaitham back the phone.

“ okay, okay. ” alhaitham muttered, sounding unhappy… but in reality he was a little bit excited.

“ kaveh. why do you even want me to date someone….? ”

“ because haitham, your 23 and haven’t even gotten a peck on the lips— and your like, i dunno, attractive? i have no idea i just wanna help you live a little… ”

alhaitham blinked at his friend a couple of times… live a little? he was already living his life the best he could.

well actually, that was debatable.

“ yeah, okay. ” alhaitham clicked on the profile… he needed a profile picture and bio..

“ use the photo from the festival! you know, the one with the glasses and you actually smiling! ” kaveh suggested.

“ that one…? okay. ” alhaitham scrolled through his gallery, which was mostly just photos of kaveh making faces, books, and some things he found appealing (aesthetic sunsets, and photos of trees and plants).

“ what about for my bio? ” alhaitham asked kaveh, who seemed to already be conducting something “good”.

“ say your name, age, mbti, zodiac, and major! and whatever else you think is important for your soulmate to know. ” kaveh nodded proudly.

“ soulmate? you make me laugh. there’s no such things as soulmates. ” alhaitham scoffed. “ people fall in love and that’s it, there’s no mystical soulmate thing behind it— think realistically kaveh. ”

“ i am thinking realistically! ” kaveh snapped back, brows furrowing. “ your so ungrateful. ”

“ and my zodiac? the fuck does that have to do with anything? ” alhaitham raised a eyebrow, but typed it down anyways.

“ i thought you believed in astrology! ”

kaveh sighed, trying to calm himself down— screaming wasn’t going to help him. he couldn’t get a another sore throat from alhaitham.

“ whatever, just put anything down at this point…”

“ i should write down ‘ lover has to be smart ’… ” alhaitham said with the faintest smile.

kaveh gave him a look.

“ it’s a joke dumb ass. ” or was it?

( 2 days later ) it was about 1:24 a.m— and for some reason alhaitham was awake watching tiktok.

i mean he couldn’t sleep because of kaveh’s loud snoring.. and he has finished his books— and didn’t exactly want to binge on his new ones all in one night.

and that’s when he got it— a silly little notification.

‘ you matched with… [ name ], [ last name ] ! congratulations!! ’

“ the fuck… ” alhaitham squinted, clicking on the notification to be brought to your profile.

he examined it for a moment, you took the same major as him and were fairly… pretty.

he stared at it for a moment longer before receiving another notification.

‘ [ name ], [ last name ] would like to chat with you! ’

of course, he quickly clicked the approve button.

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Listen, I dunno if I've sent you one of these before, but I really love your PJO posts. I was wondering if you could make a detailed post saying exactly why you don't like Percy? No hate actually-I also don't like Percy's OPness at times. Jason should be able to wipe the floor with him, as well as Thalia.

And Luke? Well, Percy is NOT the best swordsman in 300 years after Luke. I'm pretty sure that Thalia would take that title. And Percy and Thalia definitely beat Luke because of their godly heritage.

Sooooooo, yeah. No problemo if you don't want to

Well it's less that I dislike Percy, I'm more disappointed with what he is and despise what the fandom makes him out to be. And as to Percy beating Luke simply due to his godly heritage- I'm just gonna mention here for a second that whenever we saw those two fight Percy either lost or it was a draw. He never outright won against Luke, and even when it was a draw Percy consistently either got sudden help from someone else and was fighting in conditions that favoured him a LOT. As for Thalia...eh, willing to give that one since we did see her win against Luke. Though it's still worth to mention that not only was Luke in a horrible and far worse mental and physical state than Thalia, but he also was most certainly not fighting with the same degree of killing intent as her. Either way, onto your ask now! To be quite honest I'm not too sure what you mean with "detailed", so imma just list off some of my reasons for not being Percy's biggest fan. 1. He's just a bland character. Genuinly compared to everyone else, Percy does not really have that much going on. His romance with Annabeth is, frankly said, cliche. They are the main boy and the main girl in a book series who end up falling in love with no major issues or drama along the way. Anytime some drama or threat for this relationship could come in (like Calypso for Percy) it gets written off almost immediately. We don't really get any deeper exploration of Percy's personality or struggles. PTSD, disorders or even conflicting feelings about the goods are barely (if ever) scratched. It is constantly said he dislikes the gods, yet he still does everything they want him to? Never truly questions their quests or anything? That just seems weird to me. 2. He pretends to have this super hard life when compared to everyone else, he's on game mode easy. The whole book (and fandom) constantly want to pretend like Percy is this super poor kid who had it super hard, yet when you look at his situation compared to everyone else it really wasn't???? Like don't get me wrong, this is not to say that Percy does not have a hard life. But I am going to say that for demigod standards Percy probably has some of the best lives people like him could get. Like what issues does Percy truly have? He was raised by a single Mom with a missing Dad- that's like a staple for demigods if we are all honest. Then he had to deal with an abusive prick for years, that's really bad ngl. But also it was solved the same book we even got to know him and Percy never seemed to have any issues after. He's forced to go on dangerous quest and be used as canon fodder by the gods- again, just another demigod staple. He even gets regular help from other gods and Chiron. And now compare that to everyone else? We've got people like Luke who had an insane Mom which basically saw him having to take care of himself for all his life even before he ended up living on the streets. Annabeth's Dad is neglectful and her stepmom emotionally abusive to some degree at least. Clarisse's GODLY parent is abusive! And she can't get rid of him! Meanwhile Percy has got a loving home he can always return to with a family that genuinely loves him. Especially after his Mom remarries and has his sister. So seeing him and everyone else constantly whine about how bad he has it just seems spoiled to me. 3. Percy is balls deep in plot armour aswell as not that impressive and no one wants to accept it. Here, I said it. Percy Jackson is not as strong as you all want to make him out to be and most of his "wins" were either just plot armour or the fans overhyping him.

Percy did not "defeat" Kronos. The entier "Defence" of Manhatten was a huge failure- remember how Kronos got up onto Olympus and destroyed it so much it needed Annabeth to rebuild it? That sure doesn't seem like CHB's goal of defending Olympus against the TA worked. Luke ended up offing himself and Kronos with him, not Percy. Percy would have been six feet under if Luke hadn't bricked himself and done the job for him. There's not a single book in the OG series that would have gone as it did if Percy hadn't gotten help from the gods. The only reason he managed to get out of the Underworld in TLT is 'cause Poseidon gave him those pearls. In SOM he needed Hermes giving him those gummies and the wind thermos. In TTC he had to let Artemis go fight Atlas for them. BotL literally had Hera guide his arrow to win the fight against Geyron. TLO didn't have a god help Percy but instead literally Luke killing the big bad for him. Also to return to TTC, and this is more a gripe with the fandom than anything, Percy didn't even hold the sky for that long as ppl want to make it out to be. He held it for what? Five minutes? Meanwhile we have Annabeth holding it for a day and Luke for even longer than that. Stop pretending Percy is somehow special or cool for something other people did much longer. Honestly I think those three points sum up why I generally am not a fan of Percy, that and ofc the fact that he openly supports the god which give me severe "Authoritarian Goverment who don't give two shits abt anyone but themselves with a huge propaganda mill to back them" vibes. Yikes.

[iamnotshazam]

i saw the LotR films before ever reading the books and i love both. i turn now more to the books than the movies for enjoyment.

but i also feel like the three movies just. fucken. cracked it out of the park with some important things and i had NO idea how good i had it as a little nerd delving into the extended edition dvd extras. if i were a fan in the gritty-obsessed 90's hearing rumors of these movies, i would have expected at best stuff like: B-list acting that occasionally broke through with honest emotions. some skilled costuming and weaponry popping up in important scenes but mostly just knock-off viking opera aesthetic. homebrew DND imagery that made it painfully obvious by contrast which scenes they actually spent money on the set design and dressing.

and WETA and New Line and everyone on this!!! they did NOT accept lower standards cause it was fantasy! everyone else would have. This was genre filmmaking, this would have been perceived at the time as more like How the Grinch Stole Christmas than a Cecil B Demille-level epic movie. And the costuming department, composer, propsmaster and set designer all said "NO" and put their whole pussies behind it!

Jesus Christ the quality in those movies! Ian McKellan has undershirts like Gandalf the White might have! Bernard Hill has realistic quilted padding underlayers all made in the style a Rohirrim tailor and armorer would have made! Minas Tirith has a rat catcher because someone took a doodle and decided that would make sense in the lived reality of a massive city! Movie makers do not usually do this. It is NEVER about what isnt seen or necessary for the shot. You are judged professionally not by if you can cut corners in order to help production and still seem good, but by HOW MUCH.

I cannot blame anyone who worked on the Amazon series in the hands-on creative roles because the results are what they have been trained to do. Blame executives. Blame executives! Of course chainmail is going to be, i dunno, plastic or sewn into the edges of costumes if you dont have the money or time for real chain mail! And because it cannot be overstated how unusual the LotR trilogy filmmaking process must have been. It's like being given an average lower middle class family grocery budget and told to make a fancy Christmas dinner for 20 all by yourself with no help versus having a trained staff, a blank check, and Martha Stewart on retainer. That's not an exaggeration. That's the rhetorical gulf that someone (Valar BLESS them) in the bureaucracy had to wade across to convince execs to buy into the details. The Lord of the Rings movies are WEIRD.

And it shows. Bookfans bitch about the story changes, the balrog wings, the characterization differences. (Denethor was a reasonable person and even outsider Pippin could see he was very admirable to the people of Gondor, which made it sooooo much creepier when he suddenly snapped but i digress) but NEVER about the music. the filming locations. the set designs. the costumes. the props. the things that i really think count the most to help invest people in a different world!

No one ever complains about taking out the scene where Rohan is summoned to Gondor's aid with the Red Arrow, because yeah they could have made it work, they made the importance of other props like Andúril and, oh yeah, the One Ring very clear, but they had a better idea.

The beacons.

The beacons were not in the book.

Not in the same way, really, because while incredible to think about the narrative style was close third person, and you cannot follow beacons to rhapsodize about them when you're a tired hobbit getting saddle sore crossing national borders with a grumpy old wizard. Pippin sees the Beacons of Gondor at a distance when he's falling asleep and Gandalf tells him they're a mustering signal within Gondor. Which makes sense, really, they require some upkeep and would be awkward for two nations to negotiate how to handle - nevermind. That's it. That's all the beacons are in the text.

Someone adapting the script saw a moment that was ho-hum in the book but realized ! 💡⚡️That would look really great on camera! And it is now routinely listed as one of the most important cinematic moments of anything, ever.

There are so many things I still want to ask Peter Jackson, "Why???" but the original trilogy movies overall? Work. They work and they do more than work, they helped elevate an entire artform that I don't honestly know that much about and oh god i usually dont ramble about them like this im embarassed is this already acknowledged in tumblr tolkien circles? or are we just split into different little fandoms in order to keep the peace?