#guys i understand this is a weird situation you have been thrown into and youre not used to hardship being rich as you are

[tendercoretroglodyke]

just started watching switched at birth to practice my asl receptive skills a little and holy shit bay's parents (daphne's bio parents) suck so bad lol

[riaki]

i literally cant stop thinkin’ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die ‘til he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who it’s from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, you’ve slipped between the other’s fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.

soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it he’s gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but you’re minding your own business, ‘cause you’re mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you might’ve been and you think it’s unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough to realize it’s his girlfriend satoru’s flirting with while his ‘gang’ kick at the kid. and it’s sickening, but you don’t say anything when you walk by.

and when you don’t ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriend’s eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isn’t the boy who’d bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because he’s noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you don’t have any money left on you.

it’s a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you don’t have him anymore. on the other hand, you don’t have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but you’ve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you don’t know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless it’s to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.

but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.

he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.

and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.

that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.

but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready until— he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whispering— but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.

so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost because— didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.

and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to you— guilt.

he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him something— nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.

he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.

and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?

but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.

pt.2

[luimagines]

Not sure if this has been asked already but scenario with the chain where reader is asleep but randomly calls out Link/one of the boy’s name. Would the guys think it’s cute or be embarrassed wondering what reader is dreaming about?

Oh this one is good!!! XD Let's see what I come up with.

Masterlist

Part one will include Warrior, Sky and Wind.

Content under the cut!

Warrior

Warrior had taken the fourth shift of the night. It was early. By the time his shift would be over the sun would be coming up. He hopes that he'll fall asleep fast enough to catch the last two hours of the night before they set up to leave the for the day.

He yawns and shakes himself awake. He's so tired. But a job has to be done.

You turn over in your sleep. The movement catches his eye and he smiles subconsciously. You're adorable. Your hair is messy from your sleep and your hands are curled by your face. You looks peaceful.

Warrior sighs and runs his hands through his hair. He's being creepy, watching you while you sleep. He needs to get a grip and look elsewhere. His only consolation is that you're asleep and so is everyone else. So no one can call him out on this.

"Mmm..." You grunt and hide your face with your arm. "...Link..."

Warrior sits up straighter in an instant. Well, nevermind. All forethought is thrown out the window. He's no longer going to hide that he's watching you.

He tilts his head and leans close to you. Who are you thinking of? It can be any number of them. It tells him so much and yet so little.

No, no, no, no- He's looking away. He's ignoring it. He's not going to get his hopes up. What hopes? That you're dreaming about him? Weird. Besides- no one said it was a good thing. He's not going to pay attention, he swears it.

"...Captain..."

Warrior curses in his head and winces. He's afraid to even breathe. If he so much as makes any noise it might wake you up.

He starts frantically bouncing his knee, looking the other way with his fist in his cheek. He has so many questions. He wants to be nosey and ask and wake you but that would be literally the worst thing he could do in this moment.

His mind starts to run with the idea of what you could be dreaming of. Is a good dream? He hopes it's a good dream. He would feel horrible if you were thinking of him in a negative light. (A small voice tells him, that logically, it could be a dream with him in it. It doesn't have to be about him. He ignores it.)

You makes another small grunt and turn around again, pulling the blankets over your head.

Warrior curses under his breath, feeling his blood rush through his body. He needs to get his mind and body under control. It wouldn't do anyone any good for him to be out of his mind throughout the next day.

He can kiss goodbye the thought of sleeping again after this. Warrior whines in the back of his throat, wondering how on earth something so innocent so go far into the gutter so quickly.

It's not fair! How on earth is he going to look you in the eye tomorrow? It's not like you're aware of this!

Warrior takes in a shaky breath and picks up his sword. He can do one last perimeter check before he has to wake up Wild for the last shift. That should help, right?

It doesn't.

Sky

He was so tired.

You both had been traveling in this dungeon for what felt like eons. With little progress to show for it, Sky called it about time that you both took a break.

He thought he was going to fall asleep any second, but it seems like you beat him to the punch.

Sky watched over you, keeping his sword out just in case any monster decided to break their walk pattern and walk in on the two of you. His head is lulling to the side with the need to keep watch over you, he finds himself unable to sleep.

You roll over and sigh. Sky sighs with you, letting a small smile grace his face. He understands. Even in your sleep, you're still frustrated with this situation.

"....Link..."

He sits up straighter.

"Yes?" Sky tilts his head and waits for you to respond. Were you awake already? Did you need something?

You don't reply.

You were talking in your sleep, he realizes. Which should have been a more comforting thought- had you not said his name. But that begs the questions, doesn't it? Are you talking to him? Or one of the others?

Sky can feel a blush slowly take over his face. He looks away from you. It's probably someone else. What would be the odds that you were calling out to him in your dream? There's a lot of Links these days. No need for him to get his hopes up, rig-?

"Sky... Please..."

Sky covers half of his face with his hand. He accidentally drops the sword.

Oh, it's him. You're dreaming about him. You're talking to him in your dreams.

All sense of fatigue leaves him in an instant. Spurred on by embarrassment and endearment, he feels as it he could take on this whole dungeon- just to avoid the emotional conversation he would no doubt have with himself in regards to this.

By Hylia, why do you talk in your sleep? Have you always talked in your sleep?

Do you always dream about him?

He hopes it's a good dream at least.

Wind

Wind was bored. And so were you. Enough so that you fell asleep on his shoulder.

Wind felt bad. He didn't want to wake you up, but he also didn't want you to get caught for falling asleep during the very important briefing that did not have to be so early in the morning.

He sighed and tucked you closer to him, wrapping his arm around you. He pats your head and rests his head against yours.

He huffs and puffs and closes his eyes, trying to not fall asleep either.

It's hard. He can hear Time and Warrior sharing ideas in the background about their next moves and how they would try to split the group up into the traveling groups, with quiet input from Twilight and Sky every now and then. It's boring stuff.

He starts to feel himself nod off before you shift from under him.

Wind blinks his eyes open and looks down to you. No, you're still sleeping. Maybe you're uncomfortable? He shifts you again, laying you back against the wall, trying to cushion your head as much as he can.

"Nn... Link..." You mutter, not once opening your eyes.

Wind freezes and waits to see if you'll wake up. His heart starts pounding. It feels weird, hearing his name after so long. He pokes your forehead and waits.

You don't wake up.

Wind lets out a breath and tries to reorient himself against you and get comfy again. He's so sleepy. A little cat nap wouldn't be too bad right?

"Wind..." You whisper and Wind can feel himself be jolted awake once more. "...Pirate..."

Wind tilts his head and watches you for a moment. You frown in your sleep and turn your head away. A nightmare?

Wind won't chance it.

He shakes you by the shoulder and doesn't stop until you wake up. "Hey."

You take a startled breath and look around. "Wha- Huh? Where am I?"

"Oh good." Time calls out. "We need your opinion on this. Come here."

You nod and rub your eyes, standing without missing a beat. You pat Wind on the head and yawn. Wind frowns some more as he watches you engage with the group, it's almost as if you weren't asleep at all. You slip into the conversation easily.

What were you dreaming about? Why did you call out to him?

Wind is nervous to ask.

Part 2

[prettypumpum]

Title: Crossed Dimensions | Logan Howlett x Reader

Summary: You were living an ordinary life until the day a portal throws you into the Marvel universe. Trapped between an unbearable Deadpool and a Wolverine as troubling as he is charming, you discover powers you didn’t know you had and an unknown past with certain heroes. As your anxiety grows in the face of this new reality, will you be able to find your place and perhaps become the hero they need?

Warnings: strong language, references to anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of violence.

Word count: ~2.7k

Masterlist

chapter 1

“You know, I’ve always wanted kids,” Wade whispered in my ear, making me jump and pulling my attention away from Logan and Laura, who were deep in conversation on the other side of the room. “I’m so disappointed; I thought you’d teleport this time.”

“Mutants don’t exist in my dimension, Wade. So let me forget that I can do that, or I’m going to have a panic attack,” I replied, my eyes still locked on the scene in front of me.

“Do you think the government would use my sperm to impregnate one of my old sexy acquaintances, aiming to create a deadly weapon?” Wade asked, mouth full, making obscene gestures to illustrate his point.

All I could do was grimace in disgust. I hadn’t known Wade long, but I had to admit the movies had really toned him down. He was unbearable, vulgar, and absolutely everything was a joke to him. Which, admittedly, was pretty funny—as long as you weren’t the target of his humor.

“No, forget it. I prefer the good old-fashioned way, balls to lady parts. I can’t do it with scientists staring at me; it throws me off,” continued the mercenary, muttering the last sentence. “Plus, honestly, you missed the fun part where we cuddle, and Logan growls in your ear.”

This whole situation was insane. Just this morning, I had been leaving my coffee shop, pumpkin spice latte in hand, when some weird guys surrounded me, threw me into a portal, and explained that Marvel actually existed and that, on top of it, I had a past with Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman. Well, not them, but their variants, Deadpool and Wolverine.

“I think I need a drink,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut as tightly as I could, praying to wake up from what felt increasingly like a nightmare.

"Logan drank everything, but I think he left that nail polish remover Al uses if you want it," Wade replied, grabbing Dogpool.

“I’m going to get some fresh air, then.” Without giving him a chance to say anything else, I grabbed my coat—which had been new before being thrown into the TVA trash—and headed out, slamming the door behind me. I had no idea where to go; I didn’t have money or friends in this universe. Or any other, for that matter.

When I finally stopped, the adrenaline began to wear off, and the reality of my situation was making me seriously anxious. My meditation app advised me to close my eyes, focus on my breathing, and visualize my intrusive thoughts like cars passing on a road. But I mostly felt like those cars had run me over.

No matter how hard I tried to calm down, my heart beat faster, and I felt like the walls were closing in. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I couldn’t help but scream, jumping in shock, which didn’t just make me leap—it teleported me to the end of the hallway.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Laura apologized. “You left kind of abruptly, and I was hoping we could talk.”

I didn’t really know what to say. The situation was completely crazy. She was the daughter of my variant… well, no, officially, she was the product of Logan’s genetic material.

“I just needed some quiet, you know how Wade is,” I said, laughing nervously and sitting down on the building’s staircase. Laura nodded in understanding and sat beside me in silence.

“You know, he once told me I have his powers but that I look more like my mother,” Laura said, breaking the awkward silence that had started to settle. “My Logan, I mean.”

Her Logan and his Lydia had been true heroes, both killed trying to protect her. Wade had explained that his Lydia had tried to escape with the children from the facility where they were held when Laura was still a baby but had died before she could make it through the gates.

“I was told she was a good woman,” I said, not really knowing what else to add.

“I got to meet Logan, but I don’t remember her. Charles showed me pictures and told me a lot about her.”

“I don’t want to shatter your dream, sweetheart, but I’m not her. Your mom was a hero. Me, I’m just a miserable girl with depression who doesn’t know what to do with her life,” I said, fidgeting with my coat sleeves.

“You helped save this world. If that’s not being a hero, I don’t know what is,” the young girl said softly, a smile playing on her lips. “I know that Logan and you aren’t them, but… you’re the closest thing I have. So I was thinking maybe we could go get coffee or grab a bite together someday.”

If her Lydia was anything like me, her Logan might have been right. When I saw the poor girl, playing nervously with her hands, lacking confidence, I couldn’t help but think that maybe we shared some personality traits—unfortunately, not the best ones.

“You’re probably the first teenager who actually wants to hang out with their parents,” I said, laughing wholeheartedly this time, which made her smile. “If you need someone to talk to or if you’re bored, don’t hesitate—I’ll be here for you.”

“Logan said the same thing. You’re just like my real parents,” she said, standing up. “You’re a bit lost, but you’re there when it counts.”

“Do you have somewhere to go?” I asked, a bit concerned and trying to change the subject.

“Colossus should be here soon. He’s picking me up to take me to the institute,” she replied, helping me to my feet. “I’m really glad I met you, Lydia,” she said. Before I could respond, she hugged me—a hug that, if I hadn’t had a healing factor, probably would have left me with a few bruises.

“You’re young and a mutant, so of course you’re going there,” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed when she let go. “Wait, I’ll stay with you until he gets here.”

“No, it’s okay; you can head back up.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, worried about leaving her alone on the street at this hour.

“Yes. Don’t worry, I can handle myself. I’m a big girl,” she said, extending the two metal claws from her knuckles before leaving the building, leaving me alone in the dimly lit hallway.

I still waited a few minutes until I heard a car and Colossus’s familiar voice, then I went back up to the apartment.

Wade and Al were nowhere to be found when I returned. Logan and I shared the living room; he was just coming out of the bathroom, pulling on a white T-shirt as I came in. And, as always, it took all the willpower I had to keep breathing. I averted my gaze, blushing, and rushed to the bathroom. I really needed to splash some cold water on my face.

[bressynonym]

Hello! It is I, the OC loving Anon! I have been sent to ask about your OC... Ahh... *Checks hand* Clover? And his life as he gets together with a certain Fledgling.

Please info dump about this big guy. The people want to know more! 🤍

hello !

HAHA okay so like clover is my combat medic OC that basically just bullies his way into @bunnysnared's fledge's life after his several visits to the medbay.

sit tight and let's talk about all things clover! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

bare essentials (what makes clover... well, clover):

• big lad (6'3ft/190cm) • 31 y/o • rank: sergeant? (he's been PMC for a while) • clover has this choppy mullet situation because he hates short hair, but needs the sides trimmed for his headset to sit snuggly. u won't see his forehead often lol • piercings that def need to be taken off for an op - 3 on his right ear - 5 on his left ear - a labret piercing (lip) - and many more! (😏) • a neck tattoo of a stag skull and a wreath of laurels surrounding it • his lucky coin (that he bets other's lives on) • a freggie charm (a weird frog thing he adores) • an ambiguous accent (sounds like he's from london, but he definitely isn't)

the story so far or whatever:

Clover was a medic for a task force specializing in interrogations and intel gathering, but was thrown to the wayside after a traumatic back injury that temporarily takes him out of the field. Retirement isn't an option for guys like him, so he's made a medic on a uk base with his own little office. he hates paperwork, but what can u do, ykno. his bedside manners are horrible and his superior Fish isn't too happy about that, but he's too good at what he does to let him go (and even has clover trained for a position as head medic to replace him lmao). he settles into the routine of a sterile environment and possibly says goodbye to getting back out into the field. but here arrives fledge, in for a patch up. and another. and another. clover becomes a lil obsessed with him (read: falls in love with him) to the point of training to get back into a task force fledge's on as their combat medic. the captain likes him, so he's inducted in without any problems. or smth. LMAO. the rest is clvrfldg history.

what the bastard is like:

clover doesn't care for regulations. its obvious in the way he looks. he's one step away from being kicked to the curb and dishonorably discharged from medical malpractice. (i.e: coin tossing if u live or die or if he should give you anesthetic lmao) but he's damn good at his job, so they don't want to lose a great asset like him. all smiles that don't reach the eyes, and eyes that never shine, he's unreadable. you won't get a lick about his past or anything about himself. its like pulling teeth because he'll redirect a conversation back to you. very observant (and a bit of a sadist lol). uses it to his advantage as a medic, its what keeps him sharp (and a bit mean). will notice the little details and patterns and use what he can to turn things in his favor. manipulate mansplain manwhore or whatever lmao

also clover isn't his real name it's [REDACTED]

ty for reading this far and for the ask! hopefully this gives a better understanding of my baby boy!!

[crystalbeetle888]

Voyage into the Unknown Pt.3

Master List Pt.2 - Pt.3 - Pt.4

The morning birds sing distantly as I groggily wake, sprawled across the soft bed. The sun is just beginning to peek through the window curtains ‘Too early’ I think tiredly. ‘Maybe Bilbo will allow me to sleep here forever’ I snuggle further into the blankets. Suddenly the door creaks open slowly, and I turn to look over my shoulder in fright, The strong bald man from the night before stands in the doorframe “Get up” he gruffs. I squint my eyes and pout “No” I grumble before flopping back into the warm bed, smirking victoriously to myself. I hear the short man grumble away ‘Stupid twat’ I think. More sets of footsteps return to the room, and I wrap the blanket over my head hiding away from the approaching men. “Last warning lass” the gruff man says. I continued to ignore him, laying still “Alright”, suddenly the blanket was thrown off me “Hay!” I yell at him. Before I can say anything else he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder “Wait, you can’t just take me!” I argue wriggling furiously in his grip. He tightens his hold on me causing me to huff uncomfortably “What are you? The fucking terminator?” defeated, I rest my chin in my hands, another funny looking, short, man with a starfish shaped hairdo picks my bag up and follows us out of Bilbos’ homes.

The early morning air is crisp against my exposed legs ‘Fuck I regret wearing shorts’ I think grumpily. The man places me on my feet in front of the rest of his group, who are packing their bags onto some shaggy looking ponies. Looking around the strange group of men, many of them, especially the older men, give me an unwelcoming and judgmental look. Clearly unimpressed by my lack of attire. One however, with a white hair and a long Santa's beard, looks beyond me, shaking his head at the bald man-handling one. The starfish guy drops my bag at my feet before walking off and joining up with two more weird little men. One of them, the shy bowel-cut guy from earlier, and the other, clearly older with white hair and a braided beard in a long metal clasp in the center. ‘Why are these people so weird?’ I cringe at their obvious stares and gossiping ‘Like I’m the freak here’ I think sarcastically.

Hoping to be left alone, Thorin decides to stroll over “Your garments are not suitable for travelling” he states simply, looking me up and down. “Not shit sherlock, if that man-handling ass over there didn’t kidnap me I might have been able to dress properly” I retorted. Thorin seems to understand enough of what I said, despite being confused by my language and references.

“Just get ready quickly, we leave in five minutes” He turns and struts away, hair flowing in the cool breeze like a loreal ad. I grin in amusement before rummaging through my bag for my smelly cargo pants, the fabric is still slightly damp, the same for the tank top and socks I pull out. ‘I’m gonna have to wash all my clothes now’ I grimace. Scanning around I spot a tall enough bush inside Bilbo’s garden to dress in, and whilst the men have their backs turned I sneak off to change. Returning to the group in my uncomfortable attire, I throw on my denim jacket, not just to keep warm, but to also cover my scar.

Despite thinking of myself as being a strong and independent woman, who doesn’t care for the unsolicited opinions of men. I still can’t help but feel self conscious about the stares it gets me. The looks of pity frustrate me the most, especially from people who assume to know me and my situation. The looks of disgust or shock couldn’t bother me less, however, ‘Just men being men’ I think irritated and tired.

Treading over to the group who have just mounted their ponies, I stand awkwardly out of place, waiting for further instructions. Thoirn looks over unconcerned “Since Gandalf did not inform me of your presence, you will ride with one of the company” He states before turning to his nephews “Fili, Kili, you will take shifts riding with her until we reach Bree” The two young men turn their ponies around and trot over, the brunette one leaning down and offering a hand “Jump on my lady”

Taking his hand I hop awkwardly on the pony in front of him, his head just being tall enough to rest on my shoulder “Looks like you're stuck with us until we get to Bree” he says breathing uncomfortably down my ear and neck, making me slightly flustered. “And how long till we get to Bree?” I ask. His blonde headed brother hums “Nine days, give or take”. “Nine days!?” I bark “I could do that in a few hours in the Ute” I huff in dismay. “What’s a Ute?” The blonde one asks before his brother interrupts “Cheer up lass, the journey to the mountain is going to be much easier once you have your own horse” He pats my hip in comfort before wrapping his arms around me and grasping the reins “Hold onto this when we ride” He pats the horn of the saddle “I know how to ride a horse mate” I sass him. “Well in that case, you can ride and I’ll just enjoy the journey” He chuckles handing me the reins “Fine then” I say allowing him to wrap his arms loosely around my waist.

Thorins’ voice booms over the chatter “We’re moving out!”. One by one the group, or company as the brothers put it, rides out of the happy little valley and into the wild. Kili, the brunette one, and Fili, his brother, obviously want to ride together so they can chat as we plod along.

“What do you think Miss?” Fili asks, I hum in confusion. Kili chuckles “We were talking about which is easier to learn, a sword or bow?” “Kili believing in the bow and I in the sword obviously” I turn to look at Fili riding next to us “I don’t know how to use either” I tell them simply. The two give each other a look “So, what is you're weapon of choice then?” Kili asks “I don't have a weapon of choice, I don't need one” I answer.

Fili scoffs and takes out a thick metal smoking pipe, shaking his head “Surely Gandalf wouldn’t bring a maiden on this quest if she was useless?” Kili questions. “Excuse you?” I turn to look at him, his brother silently chuckling to himself “Useless?” Kili looks at me with wide eyes “I meant no offence my lady” I raise my brow at him “but-” “but?” I repeat with a sharpened tone. Kili flinches, his brother snickering at the scene as more of the men take notice. “Stop digging yourself deeper laddie” one of the men calls out to him, in a thick Scottish-like accent. “I’m just voicing my concerns. A gentle maiden shouldn’t be endangering herself on a treacherous journey” I let out a voiceless laugh at the audacity looking over to Fili for answers “Apologies on my brother's behalf, he was born with his foot in his mouth you see” He says. “I can tell, he clearly hasn’t talked to many women before” I laugh. Fili lets out a hearty chortle at his brother's expense, and Kili laughs weakly in response “Very funny” he mutters. I gently pat his hand resting on my waist “Respect goes both ways mate, don’t underestimate my pretty face aye?” I mumble privately to him, his chin pretty much resting on my shoulder. I can feel him nod in response “I’ll keep that in mind lass” he whispers.

My chest tightens slightly at his husky voice in my ear. I let out a deep breath to calm myself ‘Don’t catch feelings for this short muscly man’ I think to myself. “So- why don’t you guys tell me about yourselves” I smile over at Fili. I can practically feel the grin grow on Kilis’ face “Well what do you want to know?”

The light wind begins to pick up a chill as the sun sets behind the mountains on the horizon. The sky is dyed gold and blue, and stars just begin to litter the unpolluted night. After many consecutive hours of riding, the company finally settles on a high hill with a cliff's edge that gazes out over the green valley. A little river snakes its way through the lowest point, the water was completely clear when we crossed it, uncontaminated by people and the filth we bring to the world. The vast untouched wilderness is breathtaking. “Come away from the ledge lass, you're gonna hurt yourself” The ‘dwarf’ named Bofur calls out to me from around the fire. The brothers explained earlier that the reason they were so, well, short and hairy is because they are dwarves, a completely separate race from humans. With a completely different set of cultures and beliefs, which explains why Kili was so concerned about the presence of a woman in the company. They also very smugly informed me about their families nobility statues, especially Thorins', and teased me about my colourful confrontation with him.

Wandering away from the edge I plop myself down between Bilbo and Bofur who passes me a bowl of unspecified soup, “Thank you” I nod before slurping up the hot meal with my hands. Since I wasn’t able to pack for a long journey I didn’t have as many supplies as the others, and would have to borrow them until we reach Bree, where they would have to buy me stuff, because I also have no money. ‘Eight more days’ I think ‘I’ve dealt with worse’. After eating dinner the company settles down for the night. Fili and Kili take the first watch but Balin, Gandalf and Thorin wander around awake still. The ground is uncomfortable despite being covered in squishy moss, and my thick denim jacket only shelters me slightly from the cold. I begin to drift off into a restless sleep before a screech in the distance frightens Bilbo causing him to trot over “What was that?” He asks in concern, “Orcs” Kili responds, “Orcs?” Bilbo repeats more panicked. Shuffling can be heard before Fili continues “Throat-cutters, There’ll be dozens of them out there”. “The lone-lands are crawling with them. They strike in the wee small hours when everyone’s asleep. Quick and quiet. No screams. Just lots of blood” Kill says grimly before chuckling with his brother. I lift my head and glare at him from across the camp “Don’t fear-monger him you ass” I chide him. Thorin gets up from his spot “You think that’s funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?” He asks his nephews as he passes them. Kili looks down in embarrassment “We didn’t mean anything by it” he says, “No, you didn’t. You know nothing of the world” Thorin walks away from the company. 

Balin walks over to the young princes and leans against the alcove “Don’t mind him laddie, Thorin has more reason than most to hate orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient Dwarf Kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first. Moria had been taken by legions of orcs led by the most vile of all their race: Azog the Defiler. The giant Gundabad orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the king. Thrain, Thorin’s father was driven mad by grief. He went missing. Taken prisoner or killed we did not know. 

We were leaderless, defeat, and death were upon us. That is when I saw him. A young dwarf prince facing down the pale orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe. His armour rent wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield. Azog the Defiler learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied and drove the orcs back, and our enemy had been defeated. But there was no feast nor song that night, for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived. And I thought to myself then there is one who I could follow. There is one I could call king” By the time Balin was done with his long ass story the rest of the company had woken up and decided to stand, gazing out in respect at Thorin's figure. The struggle to keep my eyes open finally catches up to me as I nod off.

Master List Pt.2 - Pt.3 - Pt.4

[ninja-confession-go]

I was rewatching Crystalized with a friend recently and I was reminded just how much I HATE Return of the Ice Emperor

LIKE HOW DID THEY MANAGE TO GET HIS CHARACTER COMPLETELY WRONG IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE?????

I am actually so pissed at the way they handled his entire introduction and like, what, five minutes of screen time total?? He’s treated like a total joke, and to me, the guy who ruled as a dictator for sixty years and LITERALLY COMMITTED GENOCIDE shouldn’t be a joke just for the sake of being a joke.

I get that it’s a kids show and they can’t really delve into that too much, and making jokes in what should be serious situations is just par for the course, and I normally really like that, but there was not a single moment in that entire episode where he was treated seriously at all. Even the situation itself wasn’t treated seriously either?? Like it was essentially Pixal going “yeah this guy is really annoying” and everyone else going “yeah you’re right I hope you fix your boyfriend I guess” LIKE ACTUALLY SHUT UP.

His entire character, which I view to be a pretty serious villain [not making a bunch of jokes, treated kinda seriously by the plot, etc.] was thrown out the window because they needed a quick reference to Season 11 and this was the only way they could do that easily. [this leads into my larger issue that Crystalized’s plot was secondary to making the fans happy in the “final” season, but that is for another time] Like genuinely where did they get that guy that is not the Ice Emperor that is a whole different character. I might’ve been more chill with the jokes thing and character change if he at least acted a little bit like that during Season 11, but he didn’t. AT. ALL.

They even retcon this weird personality change in Quest for the Lost Powers too??? So like what was the point??!?

Also why was the whole episode named after him when he barely does anything or gets any screentime????? When I heard that episode title I was expecting some cool stuff that would have repercussions for episodes to come, but nooooo, the entire thing is wrapped up by the end of the episode and is never spoken of again. [just like the rest of Season 11, which I hate]

They could have easily done something so much cooler with him too?? Like didn’t the Overlord directly state that he was trying to corrupt the elements of creation??? And who’s right there?? The corrupted element of ice!!! In an incredibly weak state too so it’s not like he could have put up a fight if they tried to take him?? ITS LITERALLY PERFECT WHY DID THAT PLOTLINE GO NOWHERE??

Like I guess I can understand why they didn’t make him returning into a big plot point [it would have added wayy to much to an already convoluted plot] BUT THEN WHY BRING HIM BACK AT ALL???

I HATE THAT THAT WAS HIS LAST APPEARANCE IN THE SERIES LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!?!?!??!?!???

[anyways rant over I’ll be thinking about this for the next several weeks]

-Ice Emperor anon

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[nerves-nebula]

Do you have any loveless/heartless characters? I think they're real neat <3

this post got superrr long lol. im avoiding my homework <3

so this is a complicated ask for me because my definition of "love" is intentionally different from a lot of more mainstream conceptions of it. love isn't a feeling to me, it's something you DO for people you care about, right? you make someone feel loved by doing things that show you care. you putting in that effort and correcting your behavior for their sake is love.

so in that way i don't consider any of my characters loveless. because to me Love is something you chose to do so nobody can really be loveless inherently, they're just choosing not to act loving towards someone.

HOWEVER, from what i've gleamed from a quick google search about loveless aros, it doesn't necessarily seem that being loveless is exclusive to my definition of love?

like, i'm seeing loveless aros talk about not having those kinds of feelings or doubting/opting out of western ideas of love that don't fit them. some talk about not forming that kind of "deep emotional bond" though I'm confused if they mean like.. in general, or just romantically. cuz i've never had a deep romantic bond but i've never really considered that an indictment of Love Itself so much as a type of love that I'm just not a part of.

some people are describing it as specifically romantic love that they know they can't feel. but then again some people are just using it to mean they reject "love" as a label for their emotions/experiences, so like. idk.

it feels like im on the exact same page as a lot of these people it's just that their conclusion was to throw out the word love and mine was to not accept the premise that romantic love is the highest or most important kind of love and focus on, like, other forms of love that are important to me. like my siblings and friends.

soooo i can't say any of them are loveless for sure, cuz i don't identify that way and i'm not sure i grok it yet.

HOWEVER,

I do have aromantic characters, if that's what you mean. though a lot of them are in weird psychosexual situations with each other (just cuz i dont wanna have sex doesnt mean its not fun for my characters to), though there's one or two healthy QPRs thrown in there.

tbh my understanding (or lack thereof) of romance seeps into all of my characters so even the ones who are supposedly in love are doing it with hints of aromanticism cuz like. i dont care what a crush is, yknow? there's only so far romantic tropes can take me before i tap out and just do my own thing.

but as for like canonically aro characters i've got Hondo & quinn, dotty, toasty, Thomas (you guys don't know Thomas yet lol she's a peach), Ezra and Pet (pet is a weird monster tho and Ezra is sort of dead so idk if that counts), Misha Mistaka, Pasiflora, and probably my new one, Benbeck.

I also consider Groe aroace but that's like, a whole thing. cuz Groe is mostly known for having been married to Maureno (one of my characters i explicitly consider allosexual, if not alloromantic) and their relationship takes front and center at every point sfsdf.

because even when i dont see it as romantic i LOVE to make characters lives intertwined and dependent on each other. due to my own personal issues. to be honest i dont think groe and maureno are "in love" i just think they're inextricable dependent on each other. i think their "romance" is an inherently aromantic one because it's not about romantic feelings its about their friendship and trust, which includes kissing and sex sometimes but isn't diminished when they don't do those things.

I don't think Groe feels romantic feelings but i get that two characters who ostensibly have their weird fucked up "romance" be the core thing going on in their life isn't exactly the aromantic rep that ppl are looking for. i mean, it is for ME, but not for everyone.

i guess im just not Good Aro rep tho, cuz im not interested in romance but i AM interested in finding a person who i know I can depend on for everything and share my life with, yknow? i want someone who i know will always be on my side.

and that looks the same to a lot of poeple as romance but the experience of it was way different. cuz i can be with them forever and never want to do more than kiss their forehead as a sign of affection and that'd be great for me, while i KNOW that's unthinkable for a lot of people.

but when writing my characters it's hard to really portray that internal difference. so i think ppl just assume it's romance, and like, that's fine i guess?

so like, groe and maureno fuck cuz it's fun and cuz they have unresolved issues but it's not crucial or even really important to their relationship- to the point that they care WAY more about who each other is hanging out with than who each other is having sex with.

but now i'm rambling about asexuality and stuff.. uhhh the point is YES i have aromantic characters NO I dont know if they're "loveless"

but if a character isn't aromantic or at least aspec that's probably cuz i made a concerted effort to think of them as such.

[atopvisenyashill]

do you think bittersteel is actually a homophobe or was that just a weird tidbit in awoiaf that grrm never intended to be canon? if so, i think it's so funny because homophobia in westeros seem to be more along the lines of "We Will Quietly Pretend This Isn't Happening As Long As You Make Babies," but bittersteel decided to Evolve the concept into full-on "Fuck You, Sword-Swallowers Don't Get To Become King."

the real answer is i simply don't think we have enough information on bittersteel, his relationship with daemmy jr, or the relationships within the blackfyre faction in general to really give a concrete answer on this. especially ecause like, "being homophobic" is not really portrayed as a "bad thing" when it comes to propoganda (whereas i would argue some level of being a freaky misogynist is - at a certain point, men like gregor, ramsay, roose, etc, cross a line into violent misogyny that even the absolute insane patriarchal guys in westeros are like "gregor is dangerous for women to be around because he cannot stop raping them" ya know. part of robert's bad reputation amongst the lords is in fact because he publiclly humiliates cersei on the regular. not enough that anyone stops it but enough that they feel it's tacky behavior. no one but the reader and one or two characters who are exemplary for this world are looking at the homophobia satin or laenor faced and going "hey that's a fucked up situation" or at least that's how EYE see it). so it's kinda thrown in there without anyone really delving into WHY bittersteel feels this way, if his words have gotten twisted, if daemmy jr is just feeling touchy (understandable if he is though imo and i'll say this about every single character; being queer in this world is difficult and i think it's fine to have a chip on your shoulder about it). as of right now, imo, it's mostly just up to you to decide until we get just slightly more insight into the blackfyres - and i do think we will eventually get that insight, i think our lack of information on this time period is clearly because george wants to write about it more in depth but hasn't been able to yet.

anyways, do i think it makes sense that one of the leaders of the blackfyre faction, a faction rather infamous in story for being made up of religious reacher freaks, anti dornish chuds, and anti intellectuals, might jump to "gays are too weak to be king" ? yeah that tracks. do i think it's just as likely that bittersteel actually didn't care that much and was more annoyed that daemmy jr's "rebellion" was an absolute mess he wanted no part in? i do think that's equally likely at this point. hell, it could very well be some combo of both!

[carrie-organa]

Here’s How I Would’ve Ended Ted Lasso

My version includes:

actually acknowledging Keeley’s importance and making Roy not a creep.

actually calling Ted out for his weird ass behavior. This guy is depressed and no one ever asks him about his horrible self esteem issues.

Here, take it before I go insane.

Ted’s Storyline

The team would talk about Ted’s decision and there would be a debate about it. Sam and Jamie agree that he should go home to his son (for different but obvious reasons). Colin and Isaac believe strongly in found family and don’t understand why Ted choosing his son has to mean him abandoning them. Jamie’s perspective is changed. They have a good point.

Rebecca’s storyline in general was odd this episode. Her constantly reaching out to Ted and him shutting her down is so stupid and at odds with their relationship.

I would’ve had Ted explain his decision when she’s giving him her “You go, I’ll go” speech. Talk about his dad and bring up the 9/13 connection. WHY WAS THIS NEVER ACKNOWLEDGED.

Ted saying that not only does Henry miss him, no one here needs him anymore. He’s given them every tool he can think of and there’s nothing left for him to do. There’s nothing else he can give them.

side note: I think this is really at the root of Ted’s issues and I’m flabbergasted that no one calls him on it. He only feels like he should stay in situations where he’s needed. He never stays somewhere because he wants to be there. He’s the traveling salesman of optimism.

Rebecca: You’re right Ted, maybe we don’t need you to remind us to have hope or to believe in ourselves. To reach for happiness. But just because we no longer need you does not mean you are not wanted. Are you happy here? Ted: It’s not that simple. Henry— Rebecca: Yes, I know about Henry, and I completely understand your concerns. I’m asking you if you’re happy here. You, Ted Lasso, the man, not the coach or the father. Are. You. Happy. Ted (bursting with it): Yes. Of course I am. I never thought I’d have an experience like this in my life. It doesn’t seem real. It feels like I fell asleep and I’m going to wake up in exactly the same place I started when I woke up. But I can’t leave Henry. I can’t abandon my son because I like my job. That’s not fair to him.

Ted’s weird detachment would’ve been addressed during the game. The team’s first half wasn’t effected by them crying over Beard’s video but rather by Ted’s refusal to coach them anymore.

Ted: I’m not gonna give y’all a pep talk. Jamie: why the FUCK not? why are you checking out? (puppy dog eyes) what did we do wrong? Ted: deer in the headlights. Turns to Beard and Roy for help. They don’t offer any. They’re wondering the same thing.

No one is disputing that there’s an issue with Ted’s situation. It hurts to be away from his son, it hurts Henry to be away from his dad. HOWEVER — the only solution isn’t to go home and leave everyone behind.

Ted makes some kind of analogy to ties in football games. Sometimes there are no-win scenarios and you just have to accept it. Roy: that’s bullshit.

The episode is about Ted losing sight of his own philosophy and the people who love him reminding him of it. Restoring his sense of belief and optimism. Telling him not to accept a no-win scenario.

The RoyKeeleyJamie of it all

Roy’s obsession with getting Keeley back when she keeps pushing him away is cringey. Someone needs to ask him why he’s being so insistent. I choose Rebecca.

Rebecca: if you don’t explain yourself right now I’m sending you to HR. I’ve never seen you act like this.

After Jamie/Keeley hug

Roy: what were you talking to Keeley about? Jamie: none of your business, mate. Roy (still an insecure bean): Are you guys…getting back together? Jamie (furrowed brows): No? I just asked if she would go on a business trip to New Zealand with me. Make sure I don’t get thrown out of the entire country hitting on the Prime Minister. Roy (unable to help himself): She’s not PM anymore. Jamie: Hm. Shame. Well, she’s still fit. Jamie makes it clear he’s not interested in starting anything with Keeley, after Mom City he knows he really needs to work on himself before he can date anybody. The perspective is very much side-eying Roy, who has decided to ignore all of his issues.

WHY HAS NO ONE ASKED KEELEY WHAT SHE WANTS.

Roy and Jamie still go to a bar. Still end up at Keeley’s door. But this time not because they were fighting over her (because cringe. even though both of them have feelings for her, they respect her autonomy). No, this time, Roy got fucking pissed and he’s being a sad sack and refuses to go home so Jamie followed him to Keeley’s to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.

Jamie: Roy, mate, let’s go home. We’ll get a kebab on the way. Roy: No, I just…I just need to know what I’m doing wrong. Please. Keeley: Roy… Roy: If you just tell me then I can fix it! Keeley: It isn’t you! (off Roy) It’s not. I promise. I just…I keep ending up in these intense, whirlwind relationships, and I can’t jump into another one again. Not yet. Not until I know it’s going to end up differently. Because I swear to god, Roy, if I lose you again (tearing up) I will not survive it. I barely survived it the first time. Roy: me too… Jamie (cannot handle uncomfortable situations): Yeah me neither, if I’m honest. (off looks from them both) WHAT? You were both so sad and quiet. Well, this one’s always quiet (gesture to Roy) but it was different. It was weird. I saw him crying in his car once. Roy: I was not crying in the car… Jamie: Yes you were! I saw you wipe a tear! Keeley: BOYS! (they’re exhausting. it’s late. she wants to stop being ambushed into these emotional conversations). something about how her type is clearly smoking hot, intense brunettes (check the math — Jamie, Roy, Jack). Preferably by a cheeky Jamie as he leads a quiet Roy to an uber.

The season has not set up Roy and Keeley to get back together. It just hasn’t. But I think it has set up Keeley to acknowledge how much Roy means to her and to explain why she’s skittish about getting back together with him right now. I think she wants to give him a chance, it’s just going to take some time.

I’d like to see a scene with just the two of them where Keeley asks him not to give up, please. Because that’s Roy’s issue, he quits while he’s ahead and he gives up because it’s easier than getting really hurt. He’s putting himself out there, and I love that because growth, but I think there needs to be an acknowledgment that he’s gone about it wrong.

Roy: I know that I’ve been a right fucking twat with all this badgering and I apologize. I know it’s all too little, too late and you’ve moved on. I do want to be friends, if you’ll let me. I just can’t handle another year where you’re not a part of my life. It’s unbearable. Keeley: It really was. Roy: If you want to get coffee sometime, or something (call back to when he asked her out in S1), just let me know. It won’t be a date. Just as friends. Keeley (nodding, equal parts relieved and disappointed): Okay. Roy walks away, they’re in the car park. Keeley calls his name and runs up to him. Kisses his cheek. Obviously there’s still something there, but they’re just gonna have a different start this time. A slow build, rather than an intense start.

Miscellaneous Complaints:

I would’ve added at least another 20 minutes to the finale. How the team reacts to Ted leaving. And I think he should leave, I think he should go back to Kansas and there should be a little time jump. Michelle tells him she knows he’s unfulfilled, Henry saying he misses visiting him in Richmond. This decision is good for literally no one when you actually see it through. It’s a nice gesture but ultimately it’s meaningless.

The way Nate is just there is so unsatisfying to me. He’s such an important character in the show and the finale paid him dust.

What happened with Bex and the other girl when they spoke to Rebecca? There was no resolution there.

BEARD AND JANE ARE NOT COUPLE GOALS. Why does the narrative simultaneously acknowledge that she straight up sucks but never give Beard the push to leave her???? I just straight up do not get it.

In conclusion, I see the vision but the execution was horrible and I don't understand how this is supposed to stick the landing. I genuinely believe they'll announce a Richmond spinoff, especially given Ted's note on Trent's manuscript. Although I do not think that the team's future is anything like the one Ted dreamt about on the plane. Those were the wishes he had for them. I look forward to reading the fics where he's dead wrong and Rebecca drags him back by his moustache hair

[alexdelray1]

Miles 42 x Fem Reader.

Warnings: Bad words and mentions of death.

Type: Fluff.

One and last time people. I am Reader Corrow.

I come from Earth 42 and at the age of 15 I was infected with spider DNA through an accident in my aunt's lab. Better not to go into details. I've been the only Spider-Woman for several months now. I saved a lot of people, arrested some bad guys and killed one guy in self-defense, but it's not the best memory. I'm not the best student or genius so my aunt made my costume understanding my situation. It is beautiful. I just don't know what else to say about it.

I've been going to 'Visions' school for two years and I'm studying there to become a scientist. Great ambition, great power and great responsibility. It's true that it's terrible pressure, but it works. I also have my friend Miles. He's kind of how to say...weird. He wasn't always like this, but after his dad died, he started to get darker and more mysterious. At first I thought it was normal after losing a loved one that he goes somewhere at night and don't want to talk as much as he used to. I went through it myself, but it's been going on for a year. So is Prowler's presence on the streets of New York.

-Miles, do you have time today?- I asked him on the way home from school. Miles looked the other way, still serious.

-Not really.- he replied, sighing.

-What are you doing today, mister mystery?- I joked and chuckled.

-None of your business.- he replied still seriously.

-Ok I understand. Don't be so tense. - I didn't want to delve into the topic anymore because I knew that he would sulk soon.

-Sorry. I just don't have time lately. Do you understand?- He stopped and asked me.

-Yeah. I see. We have exams soon anyway and you're top of the class. You can't take a geek's nose out of a book.- I laughed and started walking towards his house again because it was closer.

-Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if I'm smart or you're a bunch of idiots. Eh, I'm betting on both.- Miles finally joked and we started laughing.

-Maybe you're right. Okay, we're at your place. - I said and we stood in front of his tenement house.

-Bye Reader. See you tomorrow.- He replied and started walking up the stairs to the door.

-Bye Miles.- I said goodbye and walked the other way. I hope he doesn't fall asleep at his desk again.

TIME SKIP.

This costume is not only very comfortable, but also metal. I normally have Tony Stark-like technology. And it's fucking awesome with that costume. Now all I have to do is wait for some motherfucker to come and destroy it by ripping my stomach open. But that's not until I get a kid and Marvel thinks my life is a little too happy.

-This view gets prettier every night.- I sighed while sitting on the roof of the skyscraper. It's night time and the criminals get up to get kicked in the ass by me. My spider sense warned me. I caught the knife that was thrown at me.

-And you keep getting uglier and smaller every night.- Prowler commented behind me.

-I can say the same about your dick Prowler.- I retaliated and he let out a disgruntled grunt.

-Hahaha funny now let's get serious.- He said sarcastically and aimed a blow at me.

-You know there's always time to switch sides.- I said blocking his attack.

-No thanks, I like my old good side.- He replied trying to throw me off balance.

-It's funny, because you're not on the good side at all.- I laughed, kicking him in the face and he fell a few meters away.

-You're probably always like this.- He commented and got to his feet, preparing to attack.

-Oh, you are very nice. I'll be honest.- I said and he laughed.

-What can I say. I'm always nice to some level.- He replied and attacked me.

-This level is probably in the negative.- I jumped and landed behind him.

-As always, painfully honest. And don't wait. It means that you lie to most of the people around you with some excuses. Tell me. How many people know you're Spider-Woman?- he asked, trying to evoke my sadness.

-Do you count the dead people?- I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

-You can't discriminate against the dead.- he replied, raising his arms.

-Two. And don't try this tactic. I bet you do that yourself. Lie to everyone. Except for one person. I don't believe you're alone in this shit.- I said.

-Maybe you're right. May not. You're an interesting person. I'm curious what faces you are making under this mask now. - He confided and started to approach me.

- You sound like a psychologist. And under my mask I make faces that are meant only for me, my mirror and nice people. And you don't look like a mirror or a nice person.- my 'watch' started to pip.

- Shit.- I cursed and started to fight the Prowler.

-Spider-Woman from Earth 42 is being called to the main hall on Earth 2099. Immediately.- My 'watch' started chirping.

-What?- asked the confused Prowler, trying to grab my hand on which I had a 'watch'.

-Fuck. Lyla. Can't you see I'm busy?- I asked my "watch" and kicked the Prowler in the face.

-It is very important. We have a 'rebel' and you have to help the others stop him.- Lyla said without showing up.

-It's so stupid. Let the boy or girl do whatever they want on his or her earth.- I sighed, ignoring the fact that the Prowler got up from the ground.

-But he's an anomaly on his own earth...- Lyla said and I froze.

-Oh shit. I'll be there in a moment. Sorry handsome, but I have work to do. - I said and stood on the edge of the building.

-Wait! What's the deal with Earth 42 and what was it?!- Prowler tried to run up to me, but I jumped off the roof.

-Bye bye!- I said and opened the portal. I flew into it, leaving my villain behind. What a pity I couldn't kick his ass longer.

END. Do you guys like Beyoncé?

[finethingswellworn]

Stede's arc is hitting me so hard.

Because of course. Of fucking course this would happen. It was almost inevitable and the inevitability is crushing me.



Stede has spent his whole life being mocked for being soft or being written off completely. Never, not once, before he found his crew and Ed, did he receive love, care, or validation from anyone.

We see in Stede's perfect fantasy dream at the beginning of the season what he thinks he needs to do to win Ed's heart, to be a "man." That being your typical macho dudebro shit. Vanquishing Izzy, fighting, impressing Ed with his newfound pirate skills.

Then, he actually manages to get Ed back and he thinks the way to keep him is to be someone he isn't, really, because he still, after all this time, doesn't realize that Ed wants him as he is. Soft, kind, gentle.

As Ed says, Stede appeared to Ed as a sparkly fucking merperson and it was that Stede who saved Ed's life. Not as some great champion but as a weird, ethereal creature of the fucking deep. If Ed wanted someone to fight for him, he could have had his choice years and years and years ago.

But father Bonnet's words are still ringing in Stede's ears, even now. "Soft-handed, lily-livered little rich boy." So when Ed and his crew are threatened, Stede finally has the chance to do something about it. He kills Ned.

Just like when he got rid of Nigel, he's rewarded for it. Except, this time, it's not only by his crew. It's by the whole pirate community. A community that had once laughed at him, thrown drinks on him, humiliated him in every possible way. A community that he'd wanted so desperately to impress for so long.

It might be simple to say that Stede did all this just to impress Ed, and that's certainly a factor in it, but it goes a waaaaay deeper than that. There's a huge part of Stede that wants this, wants to be feared and respected, admired and valued in the way that Blackbeard used to be. He's said it from the first: "If I could only be... like Blackbeard... I'd give all of this away." It's a not-so-secret craving of his, the craving of a man who has been systematically disrespected and ignored his entire life.

"NOTICE ME!"

"SEE ME!"

"Can't YOU TELL I'M DIFFERENT NOW, (even if I've turned my back on everything I am, wrecked all my previous relationships to chase after this new, shiny thing,) SO FINALLY YOU'LL WANT ME, YOU'LL LET ME INTO YOUR CIRCLE."

And they do, for a time. The other pirates actually fucking do.

Oh, the thrill. Oh, the exhilaration. The wave of euphoria of that... it's like a drug. It sweeps everything else aside, everyone else who might love you enough to tell you this isn't who you are or what you should be doing. It whispers sweet, sweet nothings in your ear. Makes you act like a total jackass and everybody's loving it, loving you.

You start thinking: "I can do this. I can really do this. This is the new me. I don't have to be my lame old self who people have always looked down on in disgust or pity or both anymore. What a relief! I can be this cool guy who everyone likes."

Stede doesn't understand that he's doing the exact same thing Ed did with Calico Jack. No, the thrill is too overwhelming for that. He doesn't understand that, if Ed had bothered to stick around longer to talk, he probably would have said: "I don't like who you are around these guys."

It's not that Ed doesn't want Stede to be successful, it's that he doesn't want it like this. He doesn't want to be a pirate at all. He wants to do something simple like run an inn. But Stede's still too high on that recently acquired infamy and validation to notice Ed's discomfort with the situation. Or his own.

Until, all at once, he's in way over his head. He realizes, "Oh shit, I can't do this." He's beaten and battered, rendered pathetic yet again, and the only people who still care for him are the people he started out with. His crew, begging him to plead mercy. Because everyone else has died or left him as soon as he wasn't the toughest one in the room.

And here we leave him, having made a laundry list of mistakes, with everything up in flames and Ed gone. A new low. A hard lesson. But a necessary one.

This fucking show!

[lovevalley45]

untitled ficlet #336

a/n: me writing smth that acknowledges that the legends are technically trapped in time prison indefinitely? it's more likely that u think. thank you to @supermothering for suggesting i should write some behrastra when i put out an open call for writing requests and letting me revisit this idea!

Astra hadn’t expected time prison to be so boring.

The technical term for the facility the Fixers had brought them to was not “time prison”, really. Rather, it was “Council of Fixed Point Determination Facility for Re-Education and Rehabilitation of Temporal Offenders”, as the Fixers had informed them when bringing them in. But time prison was much less clunky. 

Upon arrival, they’d split them up and slapped a magic dampener on her wrist. Astra would have taken it more personally if they hadn’t taken Behrad’s air totem and Spooner’s gun, as well as finding about a dozen knives on Sara’s person. Where they were all hiding, that was unclear. 

The only saving grace was that in the splitting up, she and Behrad had gotten thrown in the same cell. It was just big enough to fit a bunk-bed and a table, with a door that only led to a tiny bathroom. It seemed completely walled in. But she knew that one of the walls was a face, occasionally becoming transparent enough that they could see the rest of the building they were in. 

Without the whole team together, it was hard to plan. But the two of them had already cracked what would be the first step of any attempt at a breakout. That is, if they could actually pull it off. 

“What’s the verdict?” Astra asked as Behrad took a look at the anti-magic cuff. They were huddled up on the bottom bunks, as tucked out of sight as they could be. It was a little nice, her back against his chest. The knowledge that there were guards that could easily peer in and see them was not so nice. 

He pried out the bamboo fork from their meal that he had been using to try and examine the inside. “No dice. Until I can get something that isn’t made of bamboo, we need the actual key to unlock it.” He dropped her wrist back into her lap. “Whatever tech they’re using is more advanced than Ray’s anti-nanite tech. But more fragile, so there’s always brute force.” As she looked at the cuff, considering it, he quickly added, “If you’re fine with breaking your wrist.”

She groaned. “Damnit.” She squeezed her hand into a fist. “You think I could make a run for it if they tried to take me to the medbay here?”

“I’d prefer to not have to watch you break your wrist,” Behrad told her. 

“Alright, I get it.” She flexed her hand. “This blows. We spend half a year trying to get back to our ship and the moment we can go back to time travel we get arrested.”

“At least, we’re stuck together.”

She closed her eyes as she pressed her head against him. “Behrad, you’re great and all, but stuck is still stuck.”

“I’m not saying it’s perfect.” Astra felt him shrug. “At least we aren’t stuck sharing a cell with the guy who stole our ship.”

“I admire your attempts to look on the bright side here.” 

“Yeah, if I don’t, I’ll be freaking out,” he admitted. “Focusing on trying to crack that lets me get my mind off things a little.”

Astra wasn’t the type to freak out, but she could understand that. With a goal, it was harder to dwell on their situation. “It’s not your fault that they gave us bamboo forks.”

“They are better for the environment than plastic,” he muttered. “How are you doing?”

“It’s weird to be without my magic. Not even for being able to get out, but just-” she sighed. “Another level of feeling powerless.” 

The Fixer’s stipulation had been that she could get it off if she was “good.” Astra figured that breaking her wrist to run off was not a case of good behavior. In a way, it reminded her of her first few days on the Waverider. Outnumbered and, once again, trapped in a cell. 

At least, then, she’d been able to get a sweet taste of temporary revenge. 

Behrad wrapped his arms around her, pulling her a little closer. She still felt drained from rebuilding the Waverider and just wanted to drift off to sleep in his warmth. As he rested his cheek against her curls, he said, “I don’t know how helpful the Air Totem would have been compared to your magic. But I got used to having the ancestors and the other Zari always with me.” 

“You’ve got me,” Astra said. 

“Is it a bad time to realize this is the most privacy we’ve had since we got together?”

She laughed. “We had that date in the manor when we were ‘retired’.”

“Okay, but everyone has keys to the manor and could’ve strolled in whenever they want.” Behrad lifted his head. “We just have the wall where Fixers may or may not be watching us.”

“Do they think we’re scheming or just cuddling?” Astra asked. 

“Are we still scheming?”

She looked up at him. “I think we might have stopped scheming when you told me I couldn’t break my wrist.”

He shrugged again. “Alright. Maybe we did.”

“But I wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while,” she confessed. 

“Me neither.” 

However, as he rested his head against hers again, the not-a-wall faded from opaque to transparent. Astra scrambled out of his arms like they’d been caught doing more than cuddling as a pair of the Fixers who’d arrested them accompanied a man in what she assumed was the futuristic equivalent of Ava’s old Time Bureau pantsuits.

“I’m, uh, sorry to interrupt your recreation time,” he said. “But it’s time for your first re-education session.”

Great. Another fun aspect of time prison.

As the Fixers came in to restrain them, she shot a look at Behrad. 

Not for the first time, she was grateful that they weren’t stuck here on their own. And she was sure it wouldn’t be the last time.

[mdhwrites]

what are your thoughts on luz insisting on calling philip 'belos'? as a trans person it felt like a weird decision cause he specifically asked to be called philip. what makes it worse is he is depicted as an evil monster/irredeemable for being so "two-faced" which is not great when he says something that most definitely does not sound cis

i'm inclined to believe this wasn't intentional malice on the part of the show writers cause honestly they probably forgot he said that or just didn't put too much thought into the dialogue when they were writing it. regardless it still came off as slightly irritating to me. i like ur takes so im curious what u think

So first I just want to throw out that despite the fact that I'm pushing myself more and more to be inclusive, transgender identity and characters is one of those things I'm not comfortable doing myself. I still argue with myself about a joke with Daina in Rich Witch that has spoiler explanations/justifications. It's not because I'm anti-trans either. Trans rights are human rights. Period. But like… There's a reason Juro Rigged Pets, literally started the day I chose to stop watching TOH or close to that, is a converted fic because I want to use the community as a soundboard for not fucking up with my first enby character because Luz is non-binary in that one.

And if you're going "Wait, why are you okay with writing sapphics then?" Well, my personal reasoning is that I see love as love and that that emotion is fairly universal, even if the expression is going to change due to gender. There is still an emotional in for me to write them, I've been exposed to a LOT more sapphic emotions and talking than I have anything about trans identity and in general I just like writing and hanging out with girls more. Not even from a "Hurr hurr, I'm a straight white dude" perspective but more from a "I like that these people seem to be capable of being more mature, emotional and honest than a lot of the guys my age seem to be." I literally spent lunch most of the time in High School with only girls around me. I just don't know if I have a comfortable, emotional in when it comes to gender identity. While identity is universal, questioning one's gender and how people treat you about it is not. It's just not the same from my perception as a feeling like love. Is that maybe small minded me? Maybe. I don't know. Sometimes I feel like the best I can do in a situation is admit my own ignorance and hope I learn to do better in the future. My ears are always open though to try and learn and understand better.

I say all of this because… Well I don't think I have a lot to say about your ask. I mostly agree. It's not meant to have any active malice to it even if it's a dick move by Luz. If we're charitable, it's meant to be reinforcing the point Luz makes in that scene about Belos wanting to be called a human name when he has clearly thrown away his humanity for his goals.

Which… I don't like in general. Yes, he is monstrous and has magic but it's really the only time they make the case and Belos still identifies as human more than he identifies as magical. If they were willing to interrogate it more, it'd be a cool recognition of the use of religion and the like to say you have noble goals while being the literal worst person ever but it's much more about Belos being a literal monster than his inner monstrosity in that moment. Like so much with Belos, it's an interesting idea obviously on the writer's mind but not done anything with because they won't dedicate the effort to it.

If we take it less charitably and look at Luz's character as a whole… Why should Luz care about other people's identities? Her claims of caring about other weirdos and the like never come out to anything. I've talked about before how Yesterday's Lie plus the pilot kind of implies that Luz actively chose never to make friends with nerds because they weren't special enough. That Willow and Gus only meet her requirements because they have magic.

Luz doesn't see Belos as meeting those requirements so why would she care about basic rights such as being given the name you desire? I think this is too mean of a take. I don't know if I personally agree with it but it is the unintentional effect that one can take from it just like how you feel awkward about the dead name being used at all when a preference is shown.

It's like if someone calls me Mikey. I don't like it. Someone pointed out to me that it's like a dog's name when I was a kid and ever since I've HATED being called that. Mike is fine but don't call me Mikey. If someone does, I know they don't give a shit about me and so I shouldn't give a shit about them and we better split our separate ways. Same goes for the assholes who have befriended my brother and called me shit like Chris 2 or Chris' Brother. Alright asshole, I see how little I matter so I'm just going to go now.

Hell, I gained a little bit of an identity issue with my brother when we were both in JROTC because a lot of people go by last names in that program. You have a twin, you end up getting called the same thing. Equated to each other. Etc. like that. Fun times.

But like Luz disrespecting Belos, I didn't take it as disrespectful until people started thinking I could be my brother's wrangler or that I should be matching my brother's athletic accomplishments. And that's what I feel about with Luz denying Belos the courtesy. It's kept at just the functional level of "You're the villain and this is the name you used to rise to power so I will not let you forget that," then seeming to be active malice about a person's identity and how they wish to be called.

Could it have been cut to be more comfortable to those who care deeply about dead names, identity, etc. like that? Yes. Could I imagine people with those same issues also overlooking it because at worst it's a microaggression as presented and the show is at least mostly respectful to people's identities? Also yes. So I don't really know which way to lean on it.

I wish I did. I wish I felt more comfortable with the subject. Frankly I'm paranoid about my personal stories here to give context to my perspective on these matters still being tasteless. I try not to let stuff like this stop me from giving my thoughts but…

Well, I want to be respectful. Maybe even more respectful than Luz is to others, depending on how you want to turn the globe of her character. Edit: I do want to mention that I actually have a fanfic where Luz is non-binary. I'm actually proud of how much that story will theoretically touch on identity and change frankly. At the time I also thought I had a Discord who would help me make sure to do it right/convinced me to give it a shot and didn't realize that enby people are considered on the trans spectrum. It's called Joro Rigged Pets. Like Crises Girlfriends, I plan to convert it someday after I finish it first as fanfiction. I'd love all of yours thoughts and feelings on how I'm doing it because like I said: I do try to be respectful. ========

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead, If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

And finally a Twitter you can follow too!

[spoiltizzy]

Aside from Izzy, Ed, and Stede, what, if any, other OFMD characters do you have an interest in seeing gain?

In addition, do you tend to favor certain branches (ik there's def a better word but I am like 3 mins away from bed so my brain is off rn) of feedism over another for particular characters, or do your interests remain fairly steady across the board (ex: prefer to see character A getting hand fed, have a thing for character b burping, seeing stretch marks on C, vs liking to see the same scenarios for a, b, and c)?

I was in the pub when I got this and I’ve been thinking about it but that doesn’t mean my answer is going to be any less rambly than usual sorry haha. I talk about dubcon scenarios in this more than I usually would, so. Just a warning. Um, I did once write sprizzy, but unfortunately at this point I’m sort of more in the Stede, Ed, and Izzy fandom than the OFMD fandom, if that makes any sense. You’d think that I’d be more interested in the heavier characters in OFMD, given my kink, I guess? Or more interested in other characters for other reasons. I mean, Fang has his tummy out all the time, and Roach seems to be quite a passionate chef. But I connected the most with Stede, Ed, and Izzy, and sadly the other characters really just do not scratch my brain, and there are some of them that I actually really dislike, like Ricky and Jack.

Jack, at least, I’d be willing to have horny thoughts about, but the situations I mentally put him in are all sort of demeaning and humiliating towards him. Sometimes worse. Maybe there’s a market for that, haha, idk. I didn’t understand hate sex until I read a CJ fanfic one time. I find him so annoying that I’d do kinky things to him but in a demeaning way, which is weird, because normally this kink is, if not always soft, usually at least sort of loving for me. It’s almost the only time that I have any interest in gaining being used in a genuine humiliation or punishment way, rather than anything of that sort being just roleplay between characters who actually love each other. Even when I think about Izzy being humiliated or feminized in a humiliating way, which is a weird kink of mine but hey, I grew up in a society full of gender roles so I’m allowed to have kinks about shit that’s been a part of my upbringing’s culture, usually I imagine that the people doing that to him have a lot of affection towards him, whereas any cuteness Stede or Ed saw in Jack in the scenarios in my head is in an actually condescending way with no respect for him. In fact the scenario sort of rests on them approaching the exchange with animosity towards him, which probably makes this my most controversial horny fantasy about pirates. Still, just because I find Jack annoying and don’t like him, I doubt I’d ever actually be able to write a fic or draw any art of this scenario or of chubby Jack or any of that. I don’t like the guy, the only satisfaction I get from thinking about him is either in this weird fucked up capacity, OR in a very very specific scenario involving Stede which I’ll get to later, because I think it’s kinda related to the second part of the question.

Given I am mostly only interested in my three favourite pirates, I can only really answer that second part of the question in relation to them, so I hope that’s ok. But yeah, there are different things that I like best for different characters.

I tend to favour Izzy in I guess what you’d describe as more submissive roles. That doesn’t necessarily always mean him being bigger. For example, the idea of a fat Stede and Ed feeding Izzy because their baseline for what he should weigh is thrown off by their own ideas of how big someone should be, given what they’ve done to themselves. Izzy also tends to be the only one who I’d put in more dubcon situations, like… force-feeding (though it’s worth noting I want him to secretly enjoy it) or weird fantasy intox scenarios where he’s being fattened up and might not be fully aware of it. He’s also my favourite pick for being the spoiled pet out of the three. In general, though I adore Izzy, he’s unfortunately the one that I tend to put in the weirdest most demeaning scenarios of the three. I have also been guilty of making him so fucking stupid because I think it’s funny, cute, and sometimes a little hot in the right scenarios. Like, if the crew realises giving Izzy food shuts him up and he has no idea why it’s happening and doesn’t realise he’s getting fat because of it, or, like I said, in weird fantasy intox scenarios where he’s just… not especially aware of what’s happening. He likes it, though. And he’s always very very loved. The only scenario I can imagine Izzy being somewhat akin to dominant in is just under the circumstances in which he’s petting Ed’s hair and saying sweet comforting things to Ed while Ed “some kind of mommy issues probably” Teach nuzzles and mouths and sucks on Izzy’s tits. Um. What can I say, dude, I’m a weirdo.

Ed’s really hot, and though he may not be suave at heart, he’s capable of acting all cool and sexy and stuff, and for some reason that kinda inspires the desire to see him be completely unabashed about his gain more than I want to see that with either of the others. Or even perhaps unaware of it, or at least acting unaware of it. Ed’s the sort of person where I can totally see him always eating whatever the fuck he wants, and then one day his metabolism really starts to slow down but he keeps eating like always and it just doesn’t occur to him that gaining weight is ever on the agenda. Sneaks up on him because he’s never worried about managing his weight in his life, so he’s not prepared for getting a little older and his sweet tooth having consequences all of a sudden. But I don’t think he’d be ashamed when he realised he was getting chubby, or at least he definitely wouldn’t if he realised Stede and Izzy liked it. And because he’s never had any shame about his food choices, he remains shameless about his sweet tooth and his appetite. That’s a specific fantasy I have quite regularly about Ed, but wouldn’t necessarily put to any of the other characters. And this is related to intox more than tummy, but this is my kink blog so I’ll just say whatever I want on it, but I also sort of like the idea of an Ed who somehow still expects his alcohol tolerance to be what it was when he was in his 20s and partying a lot— I imagine this is sort of just Ed lore in every universe, lol, in some context. Even if “partying” was just getting drunk with Jack on pirate versions of shore leave or something. So he might overdo it and then just insist, while tripping over his words a little and hiccuping, that he wasn’t drunk. But not cause he’s lying, just because he genuinely didn’t expect to be drunk already, and he’s a cute silly billy who thinks he isn’t drunk. Ed’s versatile. He can be a good kitty or a sweetheart who deserves to be spoiled or he can be the kraken demanding to be fed more with a gun in his hand. He can be using his appetite and his pudgy belly to fluster Stede or Izzy on purpose, or he can be so unprepared to have gained weight but so unabashed about his cropped tops and appetite he’s doing it accidentally.

Stede’s a funny one because I usually make him slightly more dominant than the others, in a soft way, in my head. Though that is NOT a rule. I will write flustered or submissive Stede or Stede being teased sometimes. I like a lot of things for Stede, I love it when he feeds another character or fattens them up, I love it when he has those desires and he executes them, but obviously mutual gaining is a really big thing for me so I like him to gain and/or be pudgy too. Though I always want Stede a bit chubby, and usually pudgier than he canonically is by a notable amount, I don’t necessarily feel a need for him to be as big as the others, whereas if I were writing a scenario where Ed or Izzy were not as fat as Stede I would want them to catch up or surpass Stede in weight/size. Maybe it’s because I relate more to Stede, but I tend to give him the most feedery role in my head and though I don’t mind the thought of him catching up or matching the others if they were gaining, I don’t have anywhere near as much of a desire to see him surpass the others. Ed or Izzy on the other hand I would love to see surpass the others. I know I’ve just repeated myself but oh well.

Also, though I like it when all of them burp, I have more of a thing for Stede burping. It’s odd because to me it counts as a sort of subversion of expectations that I adore applying to Stede, but it’s hard to explain exactly why. After all, Stede’s not exactly polite. I guess, though, that he doesn’t come across as gross or messy, so the idea of Stede burping aloud, or aloud in front of others, unabashedly, or letting out rather loud/big burps is kinda hot to me BECAUSE Stede… though he’s willing to pick up pickled noses in his bare hands or dig around in the dirt, he doesn’t have gross vibes, or the vibes of a man who would burp aloud.

That’s where that other Jack fantasy comes in, actually. It’s purely this: I think it would be sort of hot, if say, Jack and Ed were drinking beer and trying to one-up each other’s burps, you know, like the frat boys they were, and Stede just. Got fed up of it, and tried to get them to stop by proceeding to burp in such a manner as to win whatever silly burping contest Jack and Ed were up to. Or if Jack and Stede got catty with each other and it somehow lead to some sort of competition like that, and Ed and Stede’s crew were like “wow, ok, didn’t see that coming” about it. Haha.

So yeah, it is rather different for all the characters, and my rules do all tend to have exceptions. But in general, Izzy’s the one I’m most willing to demean, lovingly. Izzy’s not the only one I tend to make stupid or under the influence of something that makes him so so silly and dumb, but I tend to enjoy doing that to him a lot more than the others. I don’t really like Stede to be the biggest one in the endgame but he can be equal to the other(s). Also, this has nothing to do with tummy, but I like Stede to top. I think this is because Stede is sorta my projection character a lot of the time, and I have an unwavering preference for topping. I like the idea of like… force-feeding as roleplay for both Ed and Izzy but not really for Stede. I tend to like my Ed shameless and my Izzy more often full of shame but for horny reasons, though when Stede’s full of shame it’s usually for angsty reasons.

Basically, yeah, I have a set of different preferences depending on the character, but it’s all sort of weird and complicated and full of exceptions and not really following all that many patterns. I mean, it does follow patterns, but… ah, I don’t know.

SORRY for talking this much, have fun tackling this fucking CHUNK of text, lmao. um. oops.

[anewdawnwithoutfear]

The Rise of an Emperor (Professor's Past) Day 3

[1799]

The sitting room Isaac is in is decidedly not the one he was last seen in, he looks to be slightly older. The adult cutting his hair is also neither Laurens nor Henrika. He looks a bit anxious about the ordeal.

“It’s okay, Isaac, soon.” His grandfather soothes him, “thank you for not squirming.”

Oh, hello there! Isaac and grandfather, I presume? Do you remember us, Isaac?

Isaac looks up, running a hand through his freshly cut hair, “yes!”

His grandfather sighs, “Laurens mentioned you once. Be gentle with him, is all I ask.”

Gentle..? Why would we not be?

“I am sure you will be,” he looks down, “Isaac, can you go play with your grandmother?” He waits until the child has left the room to continue, “I apologize. I am worried about him, he’s been taking to living here okay, but his parents weren’t the kindest before leaving him here. It’s not a great situation.”

Oh.. I'm sorry, why did they leave him with you both?

He shrugs, “Something about him not being a good influence for the baby they’re expecting. I’m sure Isaac could tell you more, but, I don’t know if asking him is kind.”

Ah, I see.. He seems like a perfectly sweet boy, so I don't understand why they would think that

“The word "ungrateful” was thrown around a little, but it’s hard to say.“

Things were a bit... tense when we were there last. Even though he was so small, they already seemed dissatisfied with him. It's impossible for a kid not to notice that and start... perhaps speaking or behaving accordingly?

The man nods, “that must have been a couple years ago, unless Laurens didn’t tell of other instances. Well, he’s a fairly perceptive child, but he’s never seemed ungrateful to us. I really don’t know. They certainly seemed happy until they weren’t.”

Well, I'm glad you're kinder to the boy. The circumstances are really unfortunate :<

“We learned from our mistakes with our kids, it’s all we can do for him.”

Isaac comes running out into the living room, grandmother right behind him, when he stops, and looks where the voice is coming from, “Mister big voice? Can you tell mama and papa it’s okay if they don’t ever want to be sad?” He then starts running again before his grandfather scoops him up.

What do you mean by that, little guy?

Isaac is squirming in his grandfather’s arms, not in distress but playfully. “I mean…I asked them if they ever felt sad, because I never saw it, and they didn’t like me anymore after that, I don’t think. I thought it was weird they were never sad, but I think they thought I was calling them weird?”

His grandfather glances at his wife anxiously and sets Isaac down gently, making hand motions at the voice to try to signal caution be used.

Oh, hm... I don't think you said anything wrong back then, buddy

Isaac ponders this for a moment, “I think you’re not correct, mister.”

“Isaac…”

“Sorry.”

That's okay; it's just my opinion! I just think it's okay if people are sad sometimes. It's normal to get sad

“Yes, but it’s also okay to not want to!”

I'm not so sure... I don't want to upset you though or argue; I'm a guest, after all

Isaac bounces on his feet, “I gotta be considerate to you then!”

Isaac bounces in his seat waiting for his grandparents to finish eating the same dinner that he practically inhaled so he can ask a question he just thought of.

“You can get up, Isaac.”

“Oh!”

He gets up and rushes over to The Voice, “You said I make friends later? What are they like?”

Oh! A lot of them are smart, studious people, like you! Others are tough and strong. They have big ideas about helping the world. You'll be friends with some of them for a while, but then there will eventually be disagreements about the best way to help the world, and you'll leave some of them behind, but it's okay, because friends come and go, and you meet new people to be friends with

He taps his chin, “They like me? They get along?”

Hah, I've probably given away too much already! You'll have to find out yourself; it's dangerous to tell people about the future

Isaac looks slightly disappointed, “oh…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be dangerous…”

It's okay, no harm done!

“Oh okay! I hope I make friends soon, though.”

Isaac! Have you talked to any deities yet?

He blinks, “deities? Like in the books? I don’t think I have. I think…I think that might fix things. How do I?”

Isaac frowns, “I don’t want to go to sleep…”

Isaac is carried to his room by his very tired grandfather.

You set up a small altar and then pray!

“I’ll let him know in the morning. Thank you for talking to him.”