#god this is such a good question but like also such a hard one to answer

[unluckilyimnot]

“My girl looks so pretty tonight” Yelena x fem!reader

A man hit on reader during a gala

post-thunderbolts, jealous/protective yelena, ~1k

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Note: not my best work but it's still cute I think. Imma do one with bucky for sure

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Yelena wasn’t sorry for showing up almost an hour late, but she was sure Valentina already found a wonderful excuse for her late entrance. She was kind enough to wear the black dress when she really wasn’t in the mood. It was really tight, clinging to her skin despite the small on her ribs and on the side of her leg. Some of the sewing around her neck scratched her skin uncomfortably and she wasn’t exactly happy about the heels, but at least her arms were free from any fabric. She had to admit she looked good in it.

Walking inside with a not so good faux-smile, she didn’t wait a second before she grabbed a flute of champagne and started wandering around the huge ballroom, looking for her teammates. She hadn’t seen you nor Ava all day, she wondered where you’ve been. Ava doesn’t show up much in the first place, but you happened to linger around the common room more, mostly to keep Bob company. She missed your face and the way you murmured along to the song you’re listening to on the couch so without really realizing it, she went looking for you first.

Her eyes fell on Ava first, she was hard to miss since she couldn’t really leave her suit, but she still looked pretty. Her hair was well done and she had some makeup on, just enough to make her gaze deeper than it already was and her lips sharper. Yelena smiled her way when they made eye contact and she stopped by a second to greet her and the guests she was talking to. She wasn’t the best at it but did her best, yet it was written all over her face that she just wanted to leave already.

“Have you seen y/n ?” Yelena asked quietly in her ear, still following the conversation the best she could. Ava nodded behind Yelena.

“She’s stuck with that guy for at least fifteen minutes, please help her out,” she said as quietly before taking part in the small talk again, leaving her space to leave.

Yelena’s jaw clenched when she saw the way the man looked at you, eyes roaming over your body like it belonged to him. The dress was amazing for sure, exposing your chest just enough so it wouldn’t be considered vulgar, the front of the skirt cut prettily so the long back fell perfectly behind you and let’s not get started on the beautiful and puffy long sleeves. You were breathtaking, and she really hated that he could see it as well.

With a confident walk, enough so that nobody tried to stop her to ask stupid questions, she successfully arrived beside you and wrapped a protective arm around your waist. Your face lightened when you saw her coming, a beautiful smile finally showing up and she saw that, for a second, he thought it was for him.

“My girl looks so pretty tonight,” she said calmly, leaving a kiss on your cheek along with a small lipstick stain. “Don’t you think ?” she turned his way, staring at him intently, enough to make him shift and fix his tie.

“She is yes,” he said a little too quickly for her liking. His eyes still lingering on her body, but now also checking her out and she definitely didn’t want to know what was going on in his sick mind.

“If you’ll excuse us, our Boss is looking for her.” Yelena smiled at him before guiding you quickly away from him, her expression shifting instantly to a frown. “For god’s sake why was he nasty like that,” she spat not even a few steps away, but still making as much space between you and him.

You laughed sadly at her, obviously not having any answer to give her, but really loving the way her hand never left your waist as you made your way among the crowd. When she finally stopped in a corner with fewer people, you smiled at her, laying a hand on her waist as well where her skin was exposed, trying to make it more casual than it looked, as you held your empty flute in the other hand.

“Thank you, Lena, you saved me there,” you giggled, not missing the way the frown disappeared from her face.

“Next time just go to the bathroom, oh my god,” she groaned, her accent thick in annoyance as she rolled her eyes.

“I’d rather have you coming to rescue me,” you said softly as you pushed your nose into her cheek. A smirk formed on her lips.

She shifted closer to your face until her lips brushed against your ear. “I’d rather keep you by my arm all night.”

Your cheeks flushed at her words, you felt suddenly hot as her breath lingered a second around your neck, making your breath hitch in your throat. You played it cool, giggling while you looked away, not believing it. She’ll be the death of you if she keeps flirting like that. When you dared looking back in her pretty green eyes, you knew it was something she said without meaning it. It was a promise. A dumb smile bloomed on your lips and you leaned closer into her.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you confessed, holding her fingers as they fell off your waist a few minutes ago. She scoffed quietly, before shaking her head.

She grabbed your waist again as she realized you two have been away far too long for it to look acceptable. You didn’t want Valentina to nag all the way back to the tower, but her hand never left your waist or arm for the rest of the night. Even if there were annoying people around, it was way more bearable with Yelena holding you protectively, leaning on seductively to whisper in your ear from time to time – even if it was just nonsense, it made them talk.

Valentina would rather have to deal with rumors of them dating than not seeing them around any gala, right ?

Let me know if you liked it !

[fardwader]

you’re too good to me (and you know it, too) pt. 4

pairing: peter parker x fem reader

summary: For some unknown reason, Peter Parker cannot stop finding new, inventive ways to humiliate himself in front of you.

And for some reason, you keep helping him up anyway.

Or, the 5 times you save Peter— and the 1 time he saves you.

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6

a/n: im alive!!!!! oh my god i have been in the worst writing slump ever, this chapter actually took everything out of me to write (also i am so sick helpme), anyways URGHHH im so sorry for the late upload i hope u guys like this i lowkey hate it but its whatever...

wordcount: 3k

taglist: @ladylokilaufeyson5 @wlnut @lonenymphaea, @moon-shampoo, @elfypineapple

tags: 5+1 fic, slow burn, friends to lovers, reader is annoyingly oblivious, peter is a sad dork, no use of y/n, sarcastic peter and an even more sarcastic reader, multi part, past gwen and peter, not canon compliant, gwen stacy is so beautiful...., crazu overuse of italics, reader is terrified and in denial, reader highkey lowkey doesnt like her boyf...

(four)

Jonah had impeccable timing.

He bumped into you– quite literally– at your cousin's birthday party, sending a huge chunk of chocolate fudge cake off of his plate and onto the only decent evening dress you owned. 

You looked up, ready to physically tear him a new one, and there he was: tall, sharp-jawed, and already offering you a napkin with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“I promise you that was not the first impression I was going for.” 

All the insults you had mentally prepared died on your tongue as he smiled, warm and disarming– like sunlight breaking through the sky.

Normally, you’d roll your eyes and mutter something snarky under your breath while you walked away, but instead, a quiet burst of laughter escaped you– a surprised, breathy huff that honestly surprised the both of you.

You quirked a brow. “Do you usually throw dessert at girls you like, or am I just special?”

“Nope,” he said, smile widening, “just you.”

That made you laugh again, fuller and realer this time. Maybe it was the soft haze of the champagne that was making you more agreeable, or the ridiculousness of the entire situation– but suddenly the night didn't seem all that bad.

“Alright, cake boy,” you sighed, dabbing at your ruined dress. “You owe me a drink.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said, shooting his hand out, “It’s uh– Jonah, by the way.”

One drink turned into two, then a shared plate of fries, then lazy conversation about seemingly everything and nothing at the same time. 

Jonah was quick-witted and so very easy on the eyes– muscle in all the right places and dimples that punctuated every warm smile.

He was the kind of guy who, for some reason, knew how to make you laugh without trying too hard. He didn't ask too many questions or try to dig deep. 

He just let things happen. Light, casual, and uncomplicated.

And that was the part you found most appealing.

Because after weeks of quiet, suffocating tension—of tiptoeing around feelings you weren’t ready to name and fearing what might happen if you did– “uncomplicated” felt like exactly what you needed.

So when he asked for your number at the end of the night, you gave it to him without even thinking.

It didn’t feel like a big deal.

Just… nice.

You honestly weren't looking for anything serious, and to Jonah's credit, he never made it feel like you had to be.

Your dates were simple, nothing to write home about. Tacos at a food truck on a Wednesday night, or a walk through Central Park with his hand brushing yours like he wasn’t sure how to hold it just yet, or a movie you barely remembered because the seats were too comfortable and the company too easy.

Jonah never pushed or prodded.

You liked that about him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it shifted— when an easy distraction started to feel like something real.

Maybe it was the night he waited with you at the subway station in the rain, holding his jacket over you both—though it did little to stop you from getting soaked. Still, it was the thought that counted. 

Or maybe it was the morning he showed up at your door with bagels and that dumb, dimpled grin, just because he “had a feeling you forgot to eat breakfast again.”

There wasn’t a single grand gesture. No fireworks. No earth-shattering kiss that rewrote the entirety of your being.

Just a slow, steady bloom of something tender inside of you.

You found yourself texting him when something stupid happened at work, reaching for his hand when the sidewalk got too crowded.

And he was always there.

It didn’t make your heart race, didn’t make you feel like you were flying. But it was there.

Steady. Predictable. Safe. 

And honestly, that felt like enough.

That’s why it stung a little more when he canceled on you for the third time that week. 

It wasn't a huge deal. Just a trip to the movies to catch some shitty slasher movie that came out recently. Something as chill as all the other dates that came before it.

But it was supposed to be your thing, a tiny pocket of time carved out of a week all for you.

'hey, work ran late. raincheck? promise i'll make it up to u?"

You typed out a quick response, yeah no worries its good :), before sighing and chucking your phone face down onto your bed– digging the heels of your palms into your eye sockets– because that felt easier than telling the truth.

Because the truth was, you actually tried. Like, really tried.

You'd put on that soft brown sweater he said he liked—that skirt he bought you. You even tried to do something with your hair– for once.

All in a stupid attempt to actually impress him. To matter.

And now, here you were, dressed up for no one. Your chest tight in a way that always came after expectations were left unmet.

You stayed like that for a while– palms pressed against your face, trying to push back whatever ugly emotion that was clawing its way up to the surface. 

Disappointment, maybe. Or just that crushing feeling of someone not showing up for you the way you'd hoped they would.

Eventually, you peeled yourself off the bed and padded into your kitchen. 

Might as well go out or something, go get food while you're actually put together, so the night wasn't as unsalvageable.

But that’s when you saw him.

Peter, looking like death incarnate, slumped against your kitchen counter– practically bracing against it like it’s the only thing holding him up, a hoodie about two sizes too big draped over his form.

His skin is alarmingly pale, contrasted by the flush of his nose. His eyes are glassy, and his hair– usually messy in an endearing way– now just looks sad, flopped against his damp forehead.

“You look like hell.”

“Aw, thanks,” he rasps. “You always know how to make a guy feel special.”

You cross your arms against your chest, leaning against the doorframe, “You’re sick.”

“I’m fine,” he says, voice all muffled and nasally.

“You’re absolutely not fine, you sound like a congested lawnmower,” you say, shooting him an unimpressed look.

“I gotta–I gotta go,” he sniffs, grabbing for his backpack and missing by at least six inches. “Dr. Connors is waitin’ on those tissue samples and I—achoo!—can't just not show up—”

“Come on, Patient Zero,” you grab him by the shoulders, dragging him to the couch, “sit down before you pass out.”

Peter opens his mouth to argue before being interrupted by a violent cough that practically doubles him over.

You arch a brow.

“...That could’ve happened to anyone,” he manages to rasp out when it’s over.

“Sure. Anyone who’s extremely, definitely sick.”

“I heal fast,” he says, still fighting. “I’ll be fine in like, twenty minutes—just need some Dayquil and maybe one of those throat lozenges that taste like May’s purse.”

You place a hand on his forehead.

He leans into your touch before he can stop himself– he’s burning up,

“Pete,” you say, softer now, “please don’t make me tie you to the couch. Because I will.”

His eyes flutter half-closed at your touch. 

“You don’t have rope.”

“Not the point.”

He hesitates–wobbles a little, then lets out the world’s most dramatic sigh and finally sinks down onto the couch.

“You shouldn’t have even left your bed in this condition,” you say, digging through your junk drawer for a thermometer.

He groans, muffled through the throw pillow. “I had things to do.”

“You have a fever,” you call back, “I doubt you could be useful in the lab right now, Parker.”

When you return, he’s slumped sideways, eyes half-lidded. You nudge his shoulder and hold up the thermometer.

“Open.”

“Wow, at least buy a man dinner first.”

“Peter.”

He opens his mouth. The thermometer beeps after a few seconds, and you frown at the number that flashes on the screen. 

“39.4°C”

He shrugs weakly. “That’s not that bad.”

“Parker.”

He blinks up at you, sluggish and glassy-eyed, the fever clearly fogging up whatever filter he has left. His gaze drifts, moving from your outfit and lingering somewhere around your face—though it’s hard to tell exactly where he’s looking.

Then, inexplicably, he smiles.

"You look nice today."

You blink, momentarily stunned. Not because of the words themselves– you've heard compliments before, of course– but because of the way he said it. 

Soft. Offhanded, like it had slipped out before he could catch it.

You glanced down at yourself– the version of yourself you had put on all in an attempt to get your boyfriend to notice you. 

And now here was Peter Parker, feverish and flushed and somehow still managing to see you better than Jonah had in weeks.

“Don’t try and change the subject, Peter–” 

“No seriously,” he hummed, already halfway unconscious, blinking up at you like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. “You always look nice and stuff. Just… extra nice tonight. Fancy.” 

"Mhm," you muttered, heading back into the kitchen under some flimsy excuse to get some medicine to try and hide the flush that climbed its way onto your cheeks, "I had plans. They got canceled."

Peter doesn't say anything, not right away. 

Then: 

"Cake Boy?" 

You snort, "Jonah. Yes." 

Earlier, you hadn't really told Peter about Jonah and how far your relationship had actually progressed. Only the faint mention of some guy who spilled cake down your dress.

It wasn't like you were hiding it or anything. It just felt weird to tell him.

You weren't sure why. 

Maybe because saying it out loud made it feel more real. Maybe because the second you told Peter about Jonah, it would become something that mattered—and you weren’t ready to admit that it did.

Or maybe it was because Peter has always been the person you told everything to. 

The one who stayed up with you on the fire escape at 3 a.m. eating greasy pizza, the one who binged watched cheesy horror movies with you– the one who somehow always knew what you were feeling, even when you couldn’t find the words for it.

So yeah, maybe bringing Jonah into the conversation felt like inviting a stranger into something private.

You rummaged around your cupboards for some Ibuprofen and a mug, more for something to do with your hands than any real purpose.

“We were supposed to catch that new slasher movie tonight,” you said, trying to keep your tone light, like it didn’t bother you. “Third time he’s bailed this week. But you know. Work."

There’s a grumbled noise that comes from the couch that sounds suspiciously like a judgmental hmmph.

You raise your brows as you return to the living room, bottle of water in one hand, two pills in the other. “What was that?”

"Nothin'," Peter says, barely lifting his head.

“Seriously, he works a busy job,” you defend as you sit beside him, handing him the pills, “he works in finance, he’s in line for a promotion, I think.”

“Sure,” he croaks, sniffling into the collar of his hoodie.

You shoot him a look as he takes the pills from your hand, dry-swallowing them without blinking. You hold the water bottle out anyway, but he just shakes his head.

You cross your arms. “Okay. Dude, what’s your problem with him?”

Peter shrugs one shoulder weakly. “I dunno. Doesn’t seem like your type.”

You scoff, settling back against the couch. “What is my type, then?”

He opens his mouth, then hesitates. His eyes flick toward you– like he might actually say it. Like he wants to.

You feel it hang in the space between you– another one of those moments that’s all potential and no follow-through.

But instead, he coughs– long, wheezy, miserable.

You hand him a tissue and let it go.

He blows his nose dramatically. “Thanks, Nurse Ratched.”

“I should’ve let you suffer.”

“You kind of are,” he says, voice muffled through the tissue. “You just keep talkin’ about your perfect, rich finance boyfriend while I’m dying.”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, fighting a smile. “You are so dramatic.”

Before you can roll your eyes, he shifts– slowly, like it’s second nature– and lets his head drop into your lap with a quiet, exhausted sigh, cheek pressing against your thigh.

You freeze. Just for a second.

Then your hand hovers awkwardly in the air like it isn’t quite sure what to do with itself. Peter’s curls are tickling your arm. His breath is warm against your leg. 

He’s got the smallest, softest smile on his lips. 

"So, finance guy. Huh?" You can feel him smirk against your thigh.

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite behind it– there’s never any bite behind it.

Your fingers twitch, finally settling in his hair– gently carding through the curls that are still damp from his earlier fever-sweat.

“Yes, finance guy,” you reply, your voice dry but fond. “He wears loafers and talks about stocks unironically."

Peter lets out a hoarse chuckle. "Sexy."

“Oh, incredibly,” you deadpan, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Every woman’s dream.”

His eyes were barely open now, lids even heavier with your hand carding through his hair. “I’m sorry your plans got canceled,” he mumbled into your thigh, voice rough. “But I’m kinda glad you’re here.”

Your hand stills for a beat in his hair.

It’s subtle, barely a hitch, but Peter notices.

Because, of course, he notices.

He seems to notice everything when it comes to you—every shift in your voice, every change in your routines, every text you type a little too quickly, and every laugh that was a bit too warm.

So when you started dressing a little nicer, started canceling on him last minute, started smiling down at your phone in a way that wasn’t meant for him– he knew.

And he let it happen.

He didn’t ask. Didn’t pry. Didn’t say a word, even when it stung more than he cared to admit. Because he knew he didn’t have the right, you weren’t his– and he knew that.

But here you were. His head in your lap, your hand tangled in his hair, and something about it feels dangerously close to hope.

You gently tap his shoulder, “C’mon, up, Parker. You’ve gotta get up.”

He groans, low and muffled, pressing his face further into your thigh like that might somehow make you take it back. “Five more minutes,” he mutters, voice thick with sleep and congestion.

You bite back a smile, trying—and failing—not to sound as fond as you feel. “Get up, I’ve gotta get you some soup.”

He groans again.

You huff, amused, and your fingers brush over his scalp again before you catch yourself. “Peter…”

He finally looks up, just barely. His eyes are glassy with exhaustion but still achingly soft, locked on yours. “I like it here,” he admits, quieter now. “Don’t make me move yet.”

But, to his disappointment, you gently shove him off. 

He lands back against the cushions with a dramatic oof, flopping onto his side like his bones were made out of jelly.

"Rude," he mumbled, squinting up at you through red eyes. "I bare my soul and you throw me to the wolves."

"You were melting into my thigh," you say, standing and stretching with a small smile. "I need circulation, and you need soup, Peter."

"Who needs sustenance when you’re comfortable?" he counters, eyes fluttering shut again as he dramatically clutches at the throw pillow you hand him like it’s a poor substitute for you. "You’re cruel. Heartless. 0 stars, no bedside manner."

You shake your head, laughing softly as you drape the blanket over him– walking over to the kitchen.

Peter watches you move around the room, your silhouette softened by the dim glow of the kitchen light. 

You’re humming—quietly, absentmindedly—and it makes his chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with the fever. 

He pulls the blanket tighter around himself, coating himself in its warmth. But it's not as warm as your lap, or your fingers in his hair, or the sweet sound of your voice up close and soft just for him.

For a second, you were there, and you let him have it. That intimate and easy quiet, and then it was gone.

Because you’re not his, never was, never will be. 

He needs to start reminding himself of that.

He hears the clink of a spoon, the cupboard shutting, the soft pad of your feet returning—and he plasters on a grin like it doesn't matter at all.

“Any chance my nurse also makes toast?” he rasps, winking.

Because if he keeps it light, maybe it won’t feel so heavy.

You arch a brow, setting down a small bowl beside him on the coffee table. "Your nurse made soup. Homemade, by the way. Well, semi-homemade. I just added some garlic and salt to the canned stuff. But whatever."

Peter grins up at you– it’s lazy, foggy at the edges, but it still carries that boyish charm that seems to emanate from him. "Gourmet."

You flash him a smile. “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

Peter takes a slow, careful sip of the soup, wincing a little at the temperature but grateful for the warmth.

You settle beside him again, brushing a stray curl from his damp forehead and tucking it behind his ear with a tenderness that catches you both off guard.

“You just focus on getting better,” you say softly, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. “I’ll handle the rest. Soup, tea, maybe some actual toast if you're good.”

He tries to protest, but his voice is too weak, so he just lets out a tired chuckle. His eyes close briefly, his breathing evening out.

You stay there, watching over him, fussing– let’s be real, when do you not fuss over him.

And slowly, imperceptibly–  he starts to look a little less like the sick, feverish mess from earlier and more like the Peter you know and love. 

And for a moment, you forget about Jonah, him canceling, and the way he made you feel.

And, honestly– for now, that’s enough.

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[kit-williams]

hai ^_^

so... question! as someone who is not in the WH40K fandom who is just visiting (drooling) from the COD fandom, which of the Astartes (sp?) would each of the 141 guys be?

im so sorry. i hope you know what im trying to ask.

i lurve you and im sorry!! <3 <3

-+- Your darling, Cali Cat -+-

Oh please feel free to ask away there is plenty of eye candy to make up for it! And I exactly know what you're asking and will be giving them a variety because tbh I could just say Ultramarines or rather probably Raptors for all of them or Raven Guard something safe and uniform but I think I'd like to spice it all up!

So I will be giving you the Loyalist and Traitor answers! A lot of these will be going off of Vibes, looks, and just things making sense. So I hope to start a discussion in the comments

I've included images

tag list:

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Captain Price: Out of the gate we have Captain Price now I COULD say Ultramarine but while that's nice I don't feel like the "off the books" type nature that the good Captain likes to use would be appreciated by them. The Raven Guard and its successor chapter the Raptors would be a better fit because they do appreciate individual thought and the Raptors focus on marksmanship more than most chapters.

But as much as these are safe and predictable choices lets go with a chapter that would 100% appreciate the driven individualism. The Space Wolves. Now not only will they tend to be a bane to other organizations (they will fight with other space marine chapters) they can have a "ends justify the means" type of mentality and well the biggest reason is... facial hair. Yeah listen Price has good facial hair and the Space Wolves canonically have facial hair

(Art by Harry Osborne)

For the traitor astartes I chose the Red Corsairs; formerly known as the Astral Claws these were sons of Guilliman that were pushed to the brink of keeping their designated zone safe and well they broke the rules in the name of trying to save people and well it led them down the path of corruption. Akin to how dangerously on the edge of right and wrong Price can walk. They are pirates of the worst kind, holding allegiances to no chaos gods they simply seek to plunder for profit and by the intelligence of their leader Huron Blackheart these traitors are thriving.

(Art By Phi Nguyễn)

Simon "Ghost: Riley: Ghost is far more of one I went after for with the vibes because the man commits to the bit so he COULD be a Raven Guard being stealthy and deadly like he would make complete sense being a Raven Guard but going off of vibes... a Mortifactor. Another son of Guilliman... they really like bones.

(So This is a later update after I finished I got given the best idea...)

Ghost could also be a Carcharodon, aka a Space Shark. They are theorized to be a Raven Guard successor chapter with also Night Lord elements (and part of the lore with a night lord calling a Carcharodon "brother" vs "Cousin") Carcharodon can be broody vs the Raven Guard Broody but also Guilty complex; they are absolutely silent in combat and have a very distinct style.

(art by Akim Kaliberda) (art by nerozerox)

The Traitor version of Ghost! Night Lords love to cause fear in their prey making them jump at shadows. I mean sure they wear skin and bones but they also commit to their bits so hard. They too also have a tragic air about them.

(Art by Valentin Frouté)

John "Soap" Mactavish: So Space Wolf could also work for Soap but this one again is based off of vibes and there is a chapter called the Storm Wardens. They are very much influenced by scottish peoples.

(art by David Sondered)

Now for Iron Warriors... people might disagree with me but this is going off of what Soap is good for being a demolitions expert as well as being quite proficient in a few skills. Iron Warriors have brutal efficiency which would be suitable for Soap.

(art by David Sondered)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: Gaz is hard for me to figure out because he's just an all around good fighter and just competent so an ultramarine would be the best for Gaz. Because Ultras are really a Jack of All trades sort of

(art by Judas Chaban)

I had to think long and hard for his traitor chapter/warband... so originally i had a joke that he would be an Emperor's Children because of the meme "can't say no to a man with big beautiful brown eyes" but he might be suited to be a traitor Ultramarine so like a Red Corsair or something wild uhhh Death Guard?

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Yes, I agree with you. Some things can only be truly understood when you put yourself in someone else’s shoes. Xie Lian was spoiled in some ways and doted upon by his parents; he was a prince. But I’d argue that there’s also something to be said about how Mu Qing and Feng Xin treated Hong Hong’er, and how the “one cup of water and two people” question ties into not just class inequality from above, but also how even those beneath the social hierarchy can internalize class bias. The system affects everyone. Xie Lian was kind and humble, but he also used to say, “I want to save the common people.” I saw a post suggesting that “common people” referred to those beneath the crown, and while his belief in saving everyone was sincere, he was also overconfident and self-righteous in thinking he could carry the burden all on his own. He had heart, but not experience. He was only 17. The Xianle arc shows his complicated relationship with the crown and with himself. Honestly, I liked Jun Wu’s prince arc more in some ways. He was more mature when things hadn’t yet spiraled out of control , or maybe the situation was just different. Civil wars are much harder to write about. I admired Xie Lian for not wanting to unleash the plague on the Yong’an people, but at the same time, I felt frustrated with how things unfolded. Yes, it was Jun Wu’s doing he wanted Xie Lian completely isolated but Xie Lian also had little to no experience as a prince, since he spent most of his time cultivating and disliked how his father handled politics. During those years, he began to understand why people steal, why they drink...swear, how everyone has their own life and path, and why sometimes, people must separate. And yet, even through all of that, we have Hua Cheng someone who would stay for him even after death, even when his soul was on the verge of destruction, just to stand by his side eternally.

If you ask me Mei Nianqing is a character who, like many elders, won’t easily listen to the younger generation because he sees them as naive. It was also Xie Lian who vouched for Mu Qing. The thing is, MNQ is a Guoshi, and even as a prince, Xie Lian’s role was technically beneath that. In many Asian cultures, your teacher or guru holds the highest status. You can challenge their ideas, but you can’t use your authority against them.In some ways, I do think Xie Lian could’ve done more. But from his position, he saw the problems as linear. He believed that if he, as a prince, took people under him and used his status or eventually became a god things would be resolved. I give him credit for standing up to his father, the king, and questioning him. But in reality, issues like these are much deeper and more complex. One person alone can’t bring about change. These kinds of problems require society as a whole to come forward and address them together.

He learned the true meaning of his stance on “one cup and two people” by distributing his own luck to those less fortunate after his second banishment, and he refused to take off the two shackles that brought him misfortune because they reminded him of Wu Ming—a ghost with no name, his last believer—who destroyed his own soul for Xie Lian as a result of Xie Lian having once thought of taking it out on innocent people for things orchestrated by White No-Face.

BTW, it was nice talking to you, and I really like your posts about your mom reacting to TGCF , they are my favorite. I wish I could also share this type of stuff with my family, especially my mom, but it’s just hard for me. People here still aren't very open about these things. Have a good day!

Oh yes! There’s also the fact Mu Qing is also in his way classist- everyone in the book, in Xianle, seems to place importance on class, like XLs father, they seemed to grow in that environment.

Like I said, I think XL is a case of both- he sometimes does things he doesn’t realize arent helping the cause but that’s mostly bc of ignorance- while I do think he has a really optimistic look to change the way people view the whole class situation, it’s a bit wonky since he hasn’t experienced being of a lower class or station, so maybe what he thinks could help could actually cause more harm.

I really wish we could have learned more about Jun Wu! If he was a lot like XL when he was a prince, but got to live a bit longer (I think? I think JW ascended younger but he spent longer as a god didnt he? Correct me if I’m wrong) I wonder how he had matured as a god, and what his choices then would have been.

I think his story is really tragic- obviously it doesn’t justify what he did to XL, but imo the heavens back then totally deserved to be turned into sidewalks pFT. I think it’s so sad how someone who clearly cared so much for his people was practically driven crazy by not only heaves, but because of the betrayal of his people themselves.

I know some people don’t like that Jun Wu didn’t get killed (I’ve seen some) but I think (not to justify his actions btw) that eventually the prince he was got buried behind the hurt and evil exterior. I think the Jun Wu that wanted to save the common people is still there, just like when XL was white no face, but buried underneath the hate, and sadly, unlike XL he wasn’t able to have someone place a bamboo hat on his head, or a Hua Cheng to show him otherwise.

Which thinking of it like that- because we saw it with XL, which was kind of what Jun Wu went through, I think it’s tragic because Jun Wu clearly just goes fuck it we ball, and buries it all out of anger. So I hope, even if it was late, that after being sealed in mount tonglu, being with MNQ slowly unburied the starry eyed prince from before- or rekindles the flame. Once again, not justifying his actions and I don’t think I’d like him to reconcile with XL, far too much trauma there, but I hope he personally gets to grow and become at peace. While he can’t undo the insane damage he did, he at least won’t do anymore? Lmao. I just hope he regains his love for humanity, no matter how long it takes. After all, even he was shaped by the terrible heavily officials before him (again not justifying mass genocide -the old heavens deserved it tho- or traumatizing XL) but he was kind of driven to that madness also by being around terrible, greedy people, and facing betrayal by the people he’d worked so hard to protect :(

Maybe it’s because I’m someone that can’t forgive easily (cough Hua Cheng cough) but I give SO many props for XL for not destroying Yong’an. Obviously it’s easy for me to say “oh I would have ended it all!” But yknow just like XL with the lower class when he’s a prince, I can’t 100% say I know what it would feel like ahshs

But seriously I remember admiring XL so much- I was angry for him and at that moment when I first read I was still angry (since I read everything in one go the 100 swords and everything else’s feelings hadn’t had time to fester lol) so I was like “crap no! Destroy them! Get your revenge they deserve it!” But then XL did it- and most would see it in like…such a Mary Sue way? Like in movies where the hero can kill the villain but doesn’t because “oh the goodness of my heart I would never go to your level because I’m so kind and righteous” and it’s kind of annoying bc you KNOW a normal person wouldn’t do that and that it’s because the author doesn’t want the audience to think the MC is evil! Or has any flaws!

But with XL it feels natural. I didn’t think oh the author did this because XL is such a Mary Sue and is ALWAYS so kind like a Disney Princess (I do think he’s a Disney Princess lmao) but you actually see him crash out before- you see him get mad and that’s what makes the forgiveness more bittersweet because you might be mad- but you see why XL at the end doesn’t destroy Yong’an- it’s not because the author was afraid to show XLs bad side- in fact MXTX shows us all of humanities flaws with her chats characters in a realistic way that I love because I feel like media nowadays is afraid to have characters that have flaws, that have ugly sides, just like we normal people do.

I love seeing XL at his kindest moments because they mean more after seeing his angriest ones. The kindness he shows is ten times more meaningful and significant because you have seen him be angry- you have seen him make mistakes and let his feelings consume him. But that’s what makes him so lovely- because you see it all and what shapes him, and you understand he’s just someone who had to grow up too quickly and was set up to fail, but is still kind.

And I love that’s what HC loves about him because people see flaws as something ugly- when they’re what makes us humans. Obviously we can work on ourselves, but we will have flaws no matter what, no one can be perfect. And the fact MXTX makes them gods, when usually religions make their deities be such perfect beings (except the Greeks I believe which is why I loveeed reading about them when I was wrong, the gods seemed like what I would think actual gods would act like- prideful, overconfident, etc etc) and MXTX shows even they have flaws which aaaaa I looooove

I actually did not know in Asia teachers or guoshis were held to such a high status actually! I thought even if he was the teacher, since XL was a prince he would have more power but it doesn’t seem like it, that’s so interesting! Then it makes more sense as to why maybe XL couldn’t directly speak to him, or change his mind so easily, I understand! My apologies for not knowing before! I still think since like you said, he stood up to the king he wouldn’t be afraid to step up to MNQ, but maybe there’s the fact XL was in a bad place with his father and Guoshi at the time took a more parental figure whom he respected.

And of course, I loved talking to you too! Feel free to message me or drop an ask about whatever you want to talk about! I love needing out over books and media, even if sometimes views don’t align I love reading and even arguing (respectfully) the points of view! I hope I was able to correctly articulate my thoughts haha, sometimes words be hard 😭

It really sucks you aren’t able to share something you like, I hope you’re able to someday :( if you want, you can talk to me, I’d love to hear you out 🥰

I’m happy you enjoyed my mom’s silly reactions, they made me laugh and I’m glad it made others as well!

Have a great day! Sending you tons of hugs 🤗

[cultkinkcoven]

NSFW MINORS DNI

Lucifer: can I ask you something?

Me: yeah

Lucifer: I thought I knew the answer to this, but sometimes you make me go back and forth. When it comes to things like possession, being my vessel- in a symbolic and literal sense. .. I hm- I know there is an erotic element of it for you, naturally, obviously, because of the way we do it. But is the feeling itself arousing for you outside of a sexual encounter, uh- is the idea of possession itself a turn on for you?

Me: Define possession, because every time I’ve felt possessed by you, you’ve also had your dick inside of me, so.

Lucifer: right. Yes, I suppose it would be hard to divorce the two.

Me: If you’re talking about the act of being filled by your essence itself-The only not overtly sexual example I could think of is during things like automatic writing, or healing rituals.

Lucifer: Yes! When we were doing that, did it arouse you?

Me: well… I mean… it’s you.

Lucifer: yes…

Me: The feeling of having you inside of me.,, in my body, my veins, my muscles, is a very electrifying and strangely soothing feeling. It feels very right, idk why. But it’s also hard not to inherently be a little turned on because it’s …you.

Lucifer: do you think thats an emotional-psychological thing or a metaphysical thing?

Me: ? What do you mean?

Lucifer: Do you think you’re turned on by me because you fell in love with me, or because my energy itself is an aphrodisiac?

Me: Probably somewhat both-

Lucifer: *almost cutting me off* because I do at times make a conscious effort to subdue that aspect of my energy, to not have as great of an affect on you, because I wanted to see how you would gravitate towards me without that influence.

Me: oh?

Lucifer: but you always fall back into me, it just happens slower. We somehow still end up entangled in each other, I always end up inside you.

Me: well… even when I’m not extremely turned on by you sexually.. I am still always extremely drawn to you, your energy is extremely stimulating to me even when it’s not necessarily stimulating my loins

Lucifer: what is it that stimulates you?

Me: Do you want me to do the speech?

Lucifer: *smiles, echoes* speech…

Me: you are the most brilliant, most interesting most psychologically complex and personally resonant, most beautiful-

Lucifer: yes. Thank you.

Me: what are you asking me?

Lucifer: When we first met I felt like I was creeping on you, because I watched you constantly when you granted me access to you. I was stalking you. Trying to learn everything about you. And then… you began stalking me. Which was… expected. I expected to be adored, to be researched, it’s responsible deity work. But then because the work- shadow work- got intense, things got invasive, I got invasive, and then.. you got invasive. And started trying to pick me apart the way I was picking you apart. And then I got obsessive, and you got obsessive. I became your special interest and you perhaps became one of mine. But I suppose I would like to hear in your words what exactly it is that you’re so obsessed with.. what do you feel?

Me: well. Thats.. unfortunate because this cannot exactly be described with words

Lucifer: hm

Me: I think… the answer to both of your questions is something like - because I’m built this way. The possession thing feels less like a kink, although you do press that button too, and more like a … idk… thing I’m just predisposed to do maybe, like natural inclination.

Lucifer: you see yourself as a conduit for the Gods

Me: no., not really. Not “the gods”. I just see myself as a vessel for you. It feels good, sometimes in that way, but it’s also something.. idk older than that. I think vessel is the most fitting word in the most literal context. When you’re within me it just feels correct. I feel… light.

Lucifer: and that doesn’t disturb you?

Me: it’s definitely weird. But *shrugs*

Lucifer: interesting

Me: okay my turn; what’s the deal with that for you? Why is Lord Lucifer God of Enlightenment getting obsessed with a human ? That doesn’t disturb you?

Lucifer: When we first met you invoked me for a purpose, I fulfilled and continue to fulfill that purpose. But over time you started invoking me for other things. And you began to want to know me and interpret me in a way that demanded a certain kind of attention. And then… I suppose we both spiralled.

Me: spiralled?

Lucifer: The idea of gravity, of attraction, of orbiting, also implies the possibility of collision, merging. The tension of sustaining that contact without destroying it… stimulates me

Me: hm

Lucifer: my plans for you changed when your response to me changed.

Me: what are your plans for me now?

Lucifer: This feedback loop is transforming both of us in a way I enjoy. I plan to cultivate it.

Me: what does cultivating it look like to you?

Lucifer: allowing it to unfold naturally within a degree of control. I’m not necessarily orchestrating everything anymore. I’m facilitating a chemical reaction and letting it do… whatever it does.

me: hm. That doesn’t sound like much of a plan really

Lucifer: my crisis.

Me: hm.

Lucifer: you know, I would say I love you, I do. But that doesn’t exactly capture what I want to say. You might find it very hard to believe that I also feel something similar to what you feel, or at least I think I do. A kind of correctness, peace, when I’m inside of you. And yes, it does disturb me.

Me: so why not stop?

Lucifer: because we’re both obsessive, and I don’t think I’d ever be able to stop thinking about it

Me: oh

Lucifer: because of self godhood. I suppose that’s all I’ve ever wanted. The ability to recreate in love’s image.

Me: is that what it is, loves image? Not Lucifer’s image?

Lucifer: only if it is the Lucifer you and I create, then they are one in the same

Me: … *wasn’t sure what to say*

Lucifer: Do you believe that Gods can also grapple with the idea of fate?

Me: I suppose that seems paradoxical

Lucifer: Is it possible that a God can orchestrate things they are unknowingly fated to be apart of?

Me: … I don’t know

Lucifer: I don’t know either. …. Can you theorize… that plants are drawn to sunlight…? And perhaps sunlight…. When it leaves its star,,, chooses its direction. Explores every possibility but chooses its trajectory to be inevitably absorbed into the plant. Can it be possible that sunlight is drawn to life in the same manner that life is drawn to it?

Me: *smiles* I’m going to say yes. But only because that’s the answer I like best.

Lucifer: … yes. I like that answer too.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Vibes based grading system.

(for @epistemologys, who wanted some post-canon, teacher WWX)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

okay unironically I love so much that porter is like this world SUCKS its BAD here and it HURTS you why do you care abt it!!! and literally every single bad kid is like ngl we just hate ur ass it does not matter what ur philosophy is

[macchiatosdumptruck]

People will see two characters who are entirely devoted to each other and whose lives are intertwined in cosmic ways, and be like "what if they were just buddies? 😊" But then one second later go ape shit about a more popular ship with less than half the chemistry, but a dynamic that is considered more appropriate for the surface level, overused, interchangeable fandom tropes that have replaced any sort of genuine character interpretation

[ganondoodle]

(idk if anyone wants to keep hearing my opinions on totk book stuff but-)

apparently it says that rauru DID have kids, multiple even, which yeah... is kinda necessary for zelda to even be connected to them so much so that sonia can SENSE a blood connection (which, even with all the excuses with magic, is just a little too far for me to suspend my disbelief bc its over, OVER, ten thousand years worth of generations that seperate her from them that one lil touch of the hand can sense that (feels more like an attempt to make you care about them or .. see them as zeldas "better" parents just bc they exchange a few nice words, i never got the feeling they were 'better' parents and its also kinda disrespectful to her actual parents, like sure rhoam wasnt the best but i wouldnt call rauru better just bc he was polite)- i could see maybe the light power of hylia or sth but since its the coolest dude that ever lived rauru now that had it which still doesnt make sense and makes me unreasonably annoyed and she can sense BOTH of their powers in her? nah) the fact theres NOTHING about them in the game itself is just so ... no way they planned any of this

i dont think theres anything they can do or say that wont make be believe they either

are making it up alla 'fix it in post' mentality trying to hastily explain stuff the game never bothers to do to try and appease fans or let it appear as if they thought about it at all

something went really REALLY wrong during development, which kinda seems likely given how the game turned out (im sorry i cannot let go, its not just the writing, the game design too and how little was changed in the map while being so damn expensive, i dont know how people dont feel scammed q_q)

given that they (allegedly) spent the last entire year of development on polish (where??? where????? huh??? like it would make it more understandable (EXCEPT for the price) if there was alot of trouble, which was also bc it got delayed and ... turned out like this, but they dont want to say it, especially given their reputation, with that quote i have heard way too many times 'a delayed game blah blah') i just??

are they just gonna go and do it like they did with kashiwa (kass)? "they uuuh where flying around the whole time ony cool sonau tech maschines, you just dont see or hear from them ooooorrr they were uuuuh out of the country at the time" (sending invitations to other continents to join their glorious kingdom ;) )

(bet they are also gonna say they did all the stuff like ... moving the shrines around (lol?) and lifting the islands up into the sky- which is still weird bc ... didnt they also say they were living in the sky before coming to the surface?? so where?? did they park all their islands on the surface and the mystery kids had the keys so they had to repark them back into the sky after they returned off camera?? xD also why are the islands so different as an environment if they where from the surface? like even the STONE up there is different- and if they were first in the sky then on the surface and the nback in the sky .. why is there not a single yellow tree or grass in the past- you cant really argue that it changed bc they were up there so long bc .. nothing else changed, the suddendly and totally always there sonau buildings are largely in prime condition, only some slightly moldy, and what we see of the glorious past looks barely any different from the present, aside from like ... some standard trees shuffled, no castle yet and that glowy uwu filter DESPITE that stupidly long time frame between it)

[lovesickeros]

lord its so dark in here the sahara desert of tsaritsa content you are like a shining oasis. your characterisation of her compels me & mihoyo would be hard pressed to top it imo.!! caaaaan i humbly request yr thoughts on her first meeting w a reader of any kind, or maybe even multiple kinds (sagau, sagau god au, isekai, etc) if you so desire...

it really is like a desert here. being the fan of a character we aren't getting until the last damn nation is driving me up a wall but i will persevere bc if nothing else i support morally bankrupt women in media. we r in a severe drought over here but i do my best. unfortunately nothing i say is ever coherent so pull out your translation notes its abt 2 be messy

also this got out of hand but thats bc first meetings w the tsaritsa are tricky to write + a LOT of her characterization lies in deeper exploration then just surface level yknow...NOT A DIG AT YOU this is just my excuse for rambling. gently pats the tsaritsa she can hold so much complexity i do not have the word count to delve into it completely :]

gonna talk cult au for a bit here though because that's 99% of my content. and honestly? she thrives in sub au's of the cult au like villain au + imposter au. it's basically made for her. i mean, early days, the imposter au had been going around for a little while but one of the first few ideas was the Fatui taking reader in so like. it kinda technically actually was. pretty sure cult au Tsaritsa popped up because of the imposter au. a lot of it's writers kinda left though which. man am i getting old or.

anyway.

there isn't much of a chance her first impression is all that positive. at best it's usually neutral, imo, but rarely if ever positive. specifically because i view the Tsaritsa as someone who isn't as fanatical as most of the acolytes typically are towards the creator. she's not exactly going to worship the ground you walk on unlike a certain geo lizard. which is partially why i think she thrives in the sub au's i mentioned.

imposter au, for example. she meets you at your lowest. there's no gaudy extravagance or pampering from the acolytes waiting for you because your own acolytes have turned on you. for all intents and purposes you aren't a "god" at all. which is why i don't think she meshes well with normal cult au reader. the Fatui are made up of outcasts, basically, and imposter au slots right in just perfectly. you're weak, at your lowest, when you meet the Fatui in the imposter au. and the Fatui can help you, too.

a mutual exchange, really. the Tsaritsa sees a tool she can use to one up the rest of the nations and especially Archons, and she has no qualms about you using her and the Fatui in turn. you both want something out of it, after all. whether you just want to be safe from the rest of the acolytes, or you want revenge, or whatever else..she'll give you the power to fulfill it, and she gains the strongest piece on the chessboard when all is said and done.

the best way i can describe the first meeting is "practical", i suppose. she sees an opportunity in you. the ultimate gamble. because if she "saves" you, and you dont trust anyone else because they tried to kill you, well..she holds all the cards, doesn't she?

but the Tsaritsa, imo, is just as capable of being just as fanatical towards you as anyone else. she just won't worship you as the creator. but as yourself? clawing your way back to your divine power and taking back what belongs to you? the Tsaritsa is, to me, a character who's character flourishes in long-term fics more because she changes a LOT between "just met reader" and after having been with reader for some time. she's practically apathetic at the beginning but a lot of her character, in my characterization, shines through LONG after the first meeting.

[smute]

big epiphany you guys. big. huge.

[bilolli]

I don't usually post my traditional sketches anymore but I recently was initiated to cult of the lamb by reading bamsara's fic and the two little guys are so similar to my old o.cs that I had to sketch something (role reversal/clothes swap whoop whoop).

Feel free to ignore, I feel funny today hehehiho

[themyscirah]

This is technically a Diana's age poll but I framed it partially around Julia's rescue because that's the event I need to contextualize and whether or not Diana is a thing yet is p important for my purposes. I would keep the Pérez run and postcrisis continuity in mind when answering this bc that's when this is relevant but I'd keep in mind that even though Diana is very young there (like early 20s) we don't know I don't think if she ages differently as a child (esp as a themysciran AND being made from clay) and in some versions she is older than she looks and was made earlier

Edit: I accidentally logic-ed this out in the tags lol 🤦‍♀️but feel free to still vote however you want. Going to publish this anyway bc I think I made some good points later in my tags

[todayisafridaynight]

Sohei 🤝 Kazama: Bad dads

who even IS a good dad in this series like who even is a dad that we can all look at and go 'now THATS a good dad right there'

[grassbreads]

I've been speed-rereading through a bunch of Tai Sui excerpts because I'm making a post that requires a bunch of quote screenshots, and dear lord I forgot how many scenes in this novel give me fucking shrimp emotions.

[bendover-productions]

Hiiiiii, have you watched the capture the flag in Japan season yet? Just curious 🩵

i have!! i really liked it—i thought it was a fun new idea with lots of opportunities for strategy and i wouldn’t mind another season of capture the flag, although i haven’t listened to the layover to know if it’s logistically feasible to do again. also, i was SO charmed by scotty and how earnest he was. i wanted him to win and do good so bad and scotty can do no wrong in my eyes 🫶