#he is in fact the only one who was born there

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I didn't address this directly, but I think it does matter in the context of Ender as "the one." As I mentioned, in the frame of our real world, we could obviously not expect 10-year-old Ender Wiggin to be at fault for believing the lies that everyone else in the world believed. But in the frame of Ender's Game, where Ender is a supernatural genius, where he is smarter than every other person in the world (except possibly his siblings), and where that genius manifests specifically in perfection -- perfection in battle, perfection in making allies, perfection in understanding the true meaning behind things -- the fact that he is "tricked" only in this one way is a failure. After all, it's not as though Ender doesn't have doubts. In the second chapter, when his sadistic brother Peter forces Ender to play as the buggers in the game Buggers and Astronauts (solely as an opportunity to torment Ender), Ender takes this opportunity to empathize with the Buggers in a strangely cerebral way:

Peter opened the bottom drawer and took out the bugger mask. Mother had got upset at him when Peter bought it, but Dad pointed out that the war wouldn't go away just because you hid bugger masks and wouldn't let your kids play with make-believe laser guns. Better to play the war games, and have a better chance of surviving when the buggers came again. If I survive the games, thought Ender. He put on the mask. It closed him in like a hand pressed tight against his face. But this isn't how it feels to be a bugger, thought Ender. They don't wear their face like a mask, it is their face. On their home worlds, do the buggers put on human masks, and play? And what do they call us? Slimies, because we're so soft and oily compared to them? "Watch out, slimy," Ender said.

In fact, it's Ender's ability to empathize with the buggers that ultimately allows him to destroy them. He correctly identifies that they're a hive mind, and thus despite their fine-tuned control over their formations, they are vulnerable to a large degree of autonomous units acting intelligently independently at once. (Notably, this is exactly how Ender learned to beat Bonzo Madrid, who drilled his squadron to practice perfectly-coordinated precision maneuvers at his command; Ender would ultimately annihilate both Bonzo and the buggers.)

Dink Meeker also tells Ender that the buggers aren't a real threat in the same conversation where he tells Ender that the school administrators are the true enemy.

"I can't believe you still believe it." "Believe what?" "The bugger menace. Save the world. Listen, Ender, if the buggers were coming back to get us, they'd be here. They aren't invading again. We beat them and they're gone." "But the videos--" "All from the First and Second Invasions. Your grandparents weren't born yet when Mazer Rackham wiped them out. You watch. It's all a fake. There is no war, and they're just screwing around with us." "But why?" "Because as long as people are afraid of the buggers, the I.F. can stay in power, and as long as the I.F. is in power, certain countries can keep their hegemony. But keep watching the vids, Ender. People will catch onto this game pretty soon, and there'll be a civil war to end all wars. That's the menace, Ender, not the buggers.

Dink Meeker is completely correct here, down to predicting the Earth civil war that occurs immediately after Ender xenocides the buggers. The only thing he is wrong about is that there is no war, but only in the sense that the humans are now waging an aggressive, colonialist war against a foe who no longer wishes to fight. The answer is correctly told to Ender in plain English and he rejects it.

At the same time, Ender is juxtaposed against his brother Peter, also a supergenius. But Peter, rejected from Battle School for his sadistic tendencies, is outside the system of games and control that surround Ender, and thus turns his rule-breaking, game-breaking talents to the "game" of human society itself. Using an internet alias, he does a Machiavellian gambit for real-world power that actually works out, and he uses this power not for war but for peace, putting an end to Dink's prophesied civil war quickly and before it spiraled out of control. The story calls attention to the irony in this in a conversation between Ender and his sister:

"Funny, isn't it? That Peter would save millions of lives." "While I killed billions."

Peter indicates what Ender could have done, how he could have gained power over society even as a child, but what Ender rejected.

Again, I don't mean to say that Ender would be at fault in any real-world capacity, where even intelligent people would be fallible in such a situation. It is solely in the scope of a book that presents Ender as "the one," the genius-among-geniuses, who bends everyone around him to his will, that allowing himself to be manipulated in this way is a personal failure.

Ender's Game (novel)

Is Ender Wiggin (pictured above as the little brother from Malcolm in the Middle) guilty of xenocide?

Actually, let's first answer a different, but related, question:

What game does the title "Ender's Game" refer to?

It's not as simple a question as it seems. There are three games that have a prominent role in the plot, all very different from one another.

The obvious answer is the Battle School zero-gravity game, where teams of competitors play glorified laser tag in a big empty cube. In terms of page count, most of the book is dedicated to this game. It's also the game depicted on the cover of the edition above.

Yet this game vanishes during the story's climax, when Ender is given a new game to play, a game he is told is a simulator of spaceship warfare. This "game" turns out to not be a game at all, though; after annihilating the alien homeworld in the final stage, Ender learns that he was actually commanding real ships against real enemies the whole time, and that he just singlehandedly ended the Human-Bugger war forever via total xenocide of the aliens. This is both the final game and the most consequential to the plot, despite the short amount of time it appears.

There's also a third game, a single-player video game Ender plays throughout the story. The game is procedurally generated by an AI to respond to the player's emotional state, and is used as a psychiatric diagnostic for the players. Of the three games, this is the one that probes deepest into Ender's psyche, that most defines him as a person; it's also the final image of the story, as the aliens build a facsimile of its world in reality after psychically reading Ender's mind while he xenocides them.

Because all three games are important, the easiest answer might be that the question doesn't matter, that the story is called Ender's Game not to propose this question at all but simply because the technically more accurate "Ender's Games" would improperly suggest a story about a serial prankster.

Fine. But why does the title use the possessive "Ender's" at all?

He does not own any of these games. He did not create them. He does not facilitate them. All of these games, even the simulator game, predate his use of them as a player, were not designed with him in mind, were intended to train and assess potential commanders for, ostensibly, the hundred years since the last Human-Bugger war.

It's in this question that we get to the crux of what defines Gamer literature.

These games are Ender's games because he dominates them into being about him. He enters a rigidly-defined, rules-based system, and excels so completely that the games warp around his presence. In the Battle School game, the administrators stack the odds against Ender, thereby rendering every other player's presence in the game irrelevant except in their function as challenges for Ender to overcome. The administrators acknowledge this in an argument among themselves:

"The game will be compromised. The comparative standings will become meaningless." [...] "You're getting too close to the game, Anderson. You're forgetting that it is merely a training exercise." "It's also status, identity, purpose, name; all that makes these children who they are comes out of this game. When it becomes known that the game can be manipulated, weighted, cheated, it will undo this whole school. I'm not exaggerating." "I know." "So I hope Ender Wiggin truly is the one, because you'll have degraded the effectiveness of our training method for a long time to come."

In this argument, Anderson views the game the way games have been viewed since antiquity: exercises in acquiring honor and status. This honor is based on the innate fairness inherent to games as rule-based systems, which is why in ancient depictions of sport the chief character is often not a competitor but the host, who acts as referee. In Virgil's Aeneid, for instance, the hero Aeneas hosts a series of funeral games (the games themselves intended as an honor for his dead father). Despite being the principal character of the epic, Aeneas does not compete in these games. Instead, he doles out prizes to each competitor based on the worthiness they display; his fairness marks him symbolically as a wise ruler. The Arthurian tournament is another example, where Arthur as host is the principal character, and the knights (Lancelot, Tristan, etc.) who compete do so primarily to receive honors from him or his queen.

In Ender's Game, it is the antagonistic figure Bonzo Madrid who embodies this classical concept of honor; the word defines him, is repeated constantly ("his Spanish honor"), drives his blistering hatred of Ender, who receives both unfair boons and unfair banes from the game's administrators, who skirts the rules of what is allowed to secure victory. Bonzo is depicted as a stupid, bull-like figure; his honor is ultimately worthless, trivially manipulated by Ender in their final fight.

Meanwhile, it's Ender's disregard for honor, his focus solely on his namesake -- ending, finishing the game, the ends before the means -- that makes him so valuable within the scope of the story. He is "the one," as Anderson puts it, the solipsistically important Gamer, the Only I Play the Game-r, because the game now matters in and of itself, rather than as a social activity. In the Aeneid and in Arthur, the competitors are soldiers, for whom there is a world outside the game. Their games are not a substitute for war but a reprieve from it, and as such they are an activity meant to hold together the unifying fabric of society. The values Anderson espouses (status, identity, purpose, name) are fundamentally more important in this social framework than winning (ending) is.

Ender's game, as the Goosebumps-style blurb on my 20-year-old book fair edition's cover proclaims, is not just a game anymore. Its competitors are also soldiers, but the game is meant to prepare them for war; the spaceship video game is actual war. And as this is a war for the survival of the human race, as Ender is told, there is no need for honor. The othered enemy must be annihilated, without remorse or mercy.

This ethos of the game as fundamentally important for its own sake pervades Gamer literature beyond Ender's Game. In Sword Art Online (which I wrote an essay on here), dying in the game is dying in real life, and as such, only Kirito's ability to beat the game matters. Like Ender, Kirito is immediately disdained by his fellow players as a "cheater" (oh sorry, I mean a "beater") because he possesses inherent advantages due to being a beta player. In an actual game, a game that is only a game, Kirito's cheat powers would render the game pointless. What purpose does Kirito winning serve if he does it with Dual Wielding, an overpowered skill that only he is allowed to have? But when a game has real stakes, when only ability to win matters, it is possible to disregard fairness and see the cheater as heroic.

This notion of the "cheat power," a unique and overpowered ability only the protagonist has, is pervasive in post-SAO Gamer literature. To those for whom games are simply games, such powers can only be infuriating and obnoxious betrayals of the purpose of games; to those for whom games mean more than just games, for whom games have a primacy of importance, these powers are all that matter.

That's the core conceit of Gamer literature: the idea that the Game is life, that winning is, in fact, everything.

What sets Ender's Game apart from Sword Art Online is that it creates the inverted world where the Game matters above all, but then draws back the curtain to reveal the inversion. The Buggers are, in fact, no longer hostile. They are not planning to invade Earth again, as Ender has been told his entire life. The war, for them, is entirely defensive, and Ender is the aggressor. And due to Ender's singleminded focus on Ending, on winning, on disregarding honor and fairness, he ultimately commits the xenocide, erases an entire sentient species from existence. He wins a game he should never have been playing.

The obvious counterargument, the one I imagine everyone who has read this book thought up the moment I posed the question at the beginning of this essay, is that Ender did not know he was committing xenocide. The fact that the combat simulator game was not a game was withheld from him until afterward. Plus, he was a child.

Salient arguments all. Ones the book itself makes, via Ender's commander, Graff, to absolve him of sin at the end. They're probably even correct, in a legal sense (I'm not a legal scholar, don't quote me), and in a moral sense. In real life, it would be difficult to blame a 10-year-old in those circumstances for what he did. But in the thematic framework of Ender's Game the book, these arguments are completely inadequate.

Ender has been playing a fourth game the entire story. And this is the only game he doesn't win.

A game is defined by its system of control and limitation over the behavior of the players. A game has rules. His whole life, Ender has been playing within the rules of the system of control his military commanders place upon him.

Their control extends even before he was born; as a third child in a draconian two-child-only world, his existence is at the behest of the government. Graff confirms this to Ender's parents when he recruits him to Battle School: "Of course we already have your consent, granted in writing at the time conception was confirmed, or he could not have been born. He has been ours since then, if he qualified." Graff frames this control utterly, in terms of possession: "he has been ours." He does not exaggerate. Since Ender was young, he has had a "monitor" implanted in his body so the army could observe him at all times, assess whether he "qualifies"; even the brief moment the monitor is removed is a test. "The final step in your testing was to see what would happen when the monitor came off," Graff explains after Ender passes the test by murdering a 6-year-old. Conditions are set up for Ender, similar to the unfair challenges established in the Battle School game; he is isolated from his peers, denied practice sessions, held in solitary confinement on a remote planetoid. It's all in service of assessing Ender as "the one."

Ender wins this game in the sense that he does, ultimately, become "the one" -- the one Graff and the other military men want, the xenocider of the Buggers. He fails this game in the sense that he does not break it.

The other three games Ender plays, he breaks. Usually by cheating. In the single-player psychiatry game, when presented with a deliberately impossible challenge where a giant gives him two glasses to pick between, Ender cheats and kills the giant. "Cheater, cheater!" the dying giant shouts. In the Battle School game, Ender is ultimately confronted by insurmountable odds: 2 armies against his 1. He cannot outgun his opponent, so he cheats by using most of his troops as a distraction so five soldiers can sneak through the enemy's gate, ending the game. At the school, going through the gate is traditionally seen as a mere formality, something done ceremonially once the enemy team is wiped out (there's that honor again, that ceremony), but it technically causes a win. Even Anderson, the game's administrator, sees this as a breach of the rules when Ender confronts him afterward.

Ender was smiling. "I beat you again, sir," he said. "Nonsense, Ender," Anderson said softly. "Your battle was with Griffin and Tiger." "How stupid do you think I am?" Ender said. Loudly, Anderson said, "After that little maneuver, the rules are being revised to require that all of the enemy's soldiers must be frozen or disabled before the gate can be reversed."

(I include the first part of that quote to indicate that Ender all along knows who he is really playing this game against -- the administrators, the military men who control every facet of his life.)

Ender beats the war simulator game in a similar fashion. Outnumbered this time 1000-to-1, he uses his soldiers as sacrifices to sneak a single bomb onto the alien's homeworld, destroying it and committing his xenocide. Ender himself sees this maneuver as breaking the rules, and in fact falsely believes that if he breaks the rules he will be disqualified, set free from the fourth game: "If I break this rule, they'll never let me be a commander. It would be too dangerous. I'll never have to play a game again. And that is victory." The flaw in his logic comes not from whether he's breaking the rules of the game, but which game he is breaking the rules of. It's not the fourth game, Ender's game, but the war simulator game, simply a sub-game within the confines of the fourth game, a sub-game the fourth game's administrators want him to break, a sub-game that gives Ender the illusion of control by breaking. When Ender tells his administrators about his plan, the response he receives almost taunts him to do it:

"Does the Little Doctor work against a planet?" Mazer's face went rigid. "Ender, the buggers never deliberately attacked a civilian population in either invasion. You decide whether it would be wise to adopt a strategy that would invite reprisals."

(And if it wasn't clear how much the administrators wanted him to do this all along, the moment he does it, they flood the room with cheers.)

Ender wins his games by cheating -- by fighting the rules of the game itself -- and yet he never cheats at the fourth game, the game of his life.

In this fourth game, he always plays by the rules.

In the inverted world of Gamer lit, where games define everything, including life and death, it's a common, even natural progression for the Gamer to finally confront the game's administrator. Sword Art Online ends when Kirito defeats Akihiko Kayaba, the developer. In doing so, Kirito exceeds the confines of the game, not simply by ignoring its rules and coming back to life after he's killed, but by demonstrating mastery against the game's God. Afterward, Sword Art Online truly becomes Kirito's Game, with nobody else able to lay claim to the possessive. Kirito demonstrates this control at the end of the anime by recreating Sword Art Online's world using its source code, completing the transition into a player-administrator.

(Though I wonder, how much of a class reading could one give to this new brand of Gamer lit? If classical games were told from the perspective of the one who controlled them, then is there not something innately anti-establishment in Kirito overcoming the controller? This is the gist of many other death game stories, like The Hunger Games, though none of them may be the most sophisticated takes on the subject, more empty fantasy than anything else.)

Ender never fights or defeats his administrators. He never even tries, other than rare periods of depressive inactivity. He doesn't try even though the option is proposed to him by Dink Meeker, an older student whom Ender respects:

"I'm not going to let the bastards run me, Ender. They've got you pegged, too, and they don't plan to treat you kindly. Look what they've done to you so far." "They haven't done anything except promote me." "And she make you life so easy, neh?" Ender laughed and shook his head. "So maybe you're right." "They think they got you on ice. Don't let them." "But that's what I came for," Ender said. "For them to make me into a tool."

Instead, Ender finds comfort in the control exerted on his life. When sent to Earth on leave, he seeks out a lake that reminds him of living in Battle School.

"I spend a lot of time on the water. When I'm swimming, it's like being weightless. I miss being weightless. Also, when I'm here on the lake, the land slopes up in every direction." "Like living in a bowl." "I've lived in a bowl for four years."

Because of this, Ender never cheats against Graff. He could; Graff states several times that Ender is smarter than him, and the fact that they have Ender fighting the war instead of Graff is proof he believes it. But Ender never considers it. He never considers gaming the system of his life.

If Gamer literature emphasizes the inversion of the world order, where games supersede reality in importance (and, as in Sword Art Online, only through this inverted order is one able to claim real power by being a Gamer), then Ender's Game acknowledges both sides of the inversion. For Ender, the games he plays are not simply games anymore. The psychology game, the Battle School game, the war simulator game; all of these he must win at all costs, even if it requires disrespecting the foundational purpose of these games. But his real life? Ender wants that to be a game, craves it to be a game, can't live unless the walls slope up around him like a bowl, can't stand it unless there is a system of control around him. He does what Graff tells him, even though he recognizes immediately that Graff is not his friend, that Graff is the one isolating him from others, rigging things against him. He does what Graff tells him all the way up to and including xenocide, because Ender cannot tell game from real life. That's the core deception at the end: Ender is playing a game that's actually real and he doesn't know it -- or refuses to acknowledge it, since nobody has ever tricked the genius Ender before this point.

Actually, that's not true. They tricked him twice before. Ender twice attacks his peers physically, with brutal violence. The administrators conceal from him that he murdered both his foes; he simply thinks he hurt them. The only way to trick Ender is to do so in a way that insulates him from the consequences of his actions. The only way he will allow himself to be tricked.

So, is Ender guilty of xenocide?

Under it all, Ender believes he is.

The dying Buggers, after reading Ender's mind, recreate the psychology game in the real world. The story ends when Ender finds this recreation, yet another blurring of the lines between game and reality.

The psychology game is different from the other games Ender plays, because nobody expects him to win it. Its purpose is not to be won, simply to assess his mental health. Yet Ender approaches it like the other games, cheats at it and systematically kills all his enemies until he reaches a place called The End of the World. (Another End for Ender.) His drive to win, to dominate, does not come solely from the pressures of the system around him, but from deep within himself, which is what Ender fears the most. But it is here, at The End of the World, where Ender finds atonement, both in the game and in the game-made-real. In the game, he kisses his opponent instead of killing them, and reaches a resolution he is happy with. He stops playing the game after doing this, though the game seems to continue (when an administrator asks him why he stopped playing it, he says "I beat it"; the administrator tells him the game cannot be beaten). It is through this act of love that Ender can escape the game-like system of control that puppeteers him no matter how smart and clever he is or thinks he is.

In the game-made-real, Ender finds his atonement in the same place, The End of the World. The Buggers left for him here, in this place that they (reading his mind) understood as the location of his mercy and compassion, an egg that can repopulate their species. Through this egg, Ender is given the chance to undo his xenocide. But that chance is also contingent on what The End of the World means to Ender, an end to the game, not simply the games he plays but the fourth game, the game of his life. Ender's Game.

[xiepheer]

hello i was thinking this so does the Beast's have nicknames for Y/N like cute sweet and silly nicknames for them just for them to be very embarrassed about when they got older as well If the Beast's show any baby photos or videos of baby Y/N being very cute and i very much headcanon mostly Shadow Milk Cookie taking thoese photos/videos just to embarrassed Y/N

By the way now i can't stop seeing Y/N as a little owlet being born from a egg and being very fluffy and cute as well for them being a snow owl or something like that

Their Tiny Owlet

Beasts x daughter/son reader!

Scenario: Their nicknames for you and them showing your baby pictures!

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Hello guys! As you can see, I have decided to open my Tumblr again!

Honestly I'm more active in tiktok rather than other social medias!

But here! 💗

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Mystic Flour cookie

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For Mystic Flour, her nicknames for you as her duaghter will be 'Dear', 'Dear daughter', 'Dearest', or 'Child'.

Why?

She sees you as one of the most important things in her world.

Of course it's because you're her offspring and she knew if she loses you, then she loses the very thing she created.

And of course, creations can be fragile if not watched properly.

Shes not the type to be teasing you.

The fact she's as quiet as the wind flowing in peace.

The wind is quiet but can be strong.

She's the mother where actions speak well.

She would take care of you but teach you less about words.

She would rather teach you how to act polite and be polite.

And she would assign you a private tutor or give you dictionary simply because she's not too fond of words.

Or maybe is that (headcanon) she speaks in her ancient language when English wasn't a language yet.

When she was walking around, cleaning and organizing the things that aren't supposed to be there,

She stumbled upon a box.

But not just any box.

The box full of your memories.

She took the stuff out and nostalgia hit her.

She could see how fast you've grown.

From a tiny sprout to a sprout that is able to stand on its own.

She opened her eyes to stare at the photos and after centuries, she manages to smile.

It was small but it was noticeable.

She decided to take these and show you this.

She didn't see anything wrong to seeing your old baby photos. Why you are embarrassed seeing your old photos.

She didn't see anything wrong to you at all.

You claimed it was because you used to be chubby or fat or ugly but she didn't see anything wrong with that.

"Dear child, your appearance when you were young was how any normal person would look like. Do not feel embarrassed for seeing a natural part of a cycle"

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Burning Spice cookie

You, being his only child means you have to go through ridiculous things.

Such as nicknames.

His nicknames for you was 'Warrior' or 'Sprout' or 'Little thing'

He didn't see much into you but put more work into making you the heir of the throne.

He he doesn't even know who the mother is.

He trained you to fight and wield a sword.

To win every battle you've come crossed.

That is his true desires with you.

He never really liked children much.

Why?

He sees them more as a nuisance and a pain in the ass.

But you, you live for a purpose.

And that purpose was to fight and be the next head of the throne.

When he found your baby pictures, he could only feel proud at how you went from a weakling to a warrior.

He would show you and tell you how much you've grown and grown strong.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel embarrassed at you old weak state.

You were weka but it all takes progress.

"Oh I definitely understand why you feel embarrassed! You were weak!!! But nows the time to feel proud for as you've grown twice as strong as you were when you were young!!"

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Shadow Milk cookie

Being the daughter/son of this jester clown means you also have to go through his nuisance tricks.

But mainly, he calls you by the names 'Lil clown' or 'Little girl/boy' or calls you by your name. Sometimes he even adds 'ily' in the end of your name. (Similar to Vanilly)

He never actually did it with anyone but created you as a mere puppet.

But to his surprise, he's created more than a puppet.

A puppet with a brain of its own.

At first, he was shocked to even find out that you were learning.

Most of his puppets would stay brainless and wouldn't even process the things around them.

But you, he considers you as his daughter because you were created by him not by blood but was created by his own will.

He taught you things and even taught you to embrace deceit itself.

You weren't just a brainless puppet, you have memories, emotions, feelings, sensations.

Those were the things that his other creations couldn't get.

Of course, it's your brain or mind was what was growing.

Your puppet body never actually grows.

Your body stay as it is but you improve.

Like a robot or AI.

Ai or robot stay as a robot or Ai and computer but it's their minds that improves.

Their body may not show and improvement, but it's the mental mind that is improving.

When he was lurking in his spire, he was surprised to find old photos of you.

You when your mind was 5 months old, 5 years old, or 10 years old.

When he showed this to you, you honestly didn't see any difference.

Why?

Well obviously it's because it's you mind that changes.

But of course he still teases you for being naive and innocent back then.

You never truly desired to feel embarrassed but it's what he says that makes you feel embarrassed.

"Oh don't feel embarrassed now! You're my greatest creation! You should feel proud that you're unique! Or you would've been thrown in the pit where my other puppets lay!"

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Hi everyone! So sorry if this one is short but I hope you like it!

Also school is almost ending!

Might update more in the summer if I pass! (My grades are low but they're still passed)

Let's see if I'm going to pass or pass away!

Anyways guys, byeee!

[lady-arcane]

“I Could Fight God” Energy

Gojo Satoru would fight a god.

Not out of spite. Not for revenge. Not because he had something to prove.

He’d do it because if something stronger than him existed, he’d have no choice but to challenge it. Not for the thrill—though he’d pretend that’s all it was. Not for the spectacle—though he’d make sure it was a damn good show. No, he’d fight because if there was something out there more powerful than him, then maybe—just maybe—he wasn't alone.

And that would be a relief, wouldn’t it?

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You don’t think about it much at first, not until one night when the two of you are stretched out beneath the stars, watching the world spin on without you.

“If you met a god,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper, “what would you do?”

Gojo doesn’t even pause. “Kick their ass.”

You huff a laugh, half-asleep. “That’s sacrilegious.”

“Nah,” he says, grinning. “Sacrilegious is letting them think they’re untouchable.”

You turn to him, raising a brow. “What makes you think they aren’t?”

And that’s when you see it—just for a second. The way something flickers behind his glasses, sharp and searching. The way he tilts his head, considering, before he says, “What even is a god?”

“A god.” He gestures vaguely. “What does that even mean? Something more powerful than us? Something beyond human understanding?”

You nod. “Pretty much.”

He hums, closing his eyes like he’s weighing the thought in his mind. “So what’s the difference between them and me?”

And that—that—makes you stop.

Because the thing is, Gojo is untouchable.

You blink. “What?”

Because the thing is, Gojo is untouchable. He is unknowable. He walks through the world like it was made for him, like nothing could ever truly reach him, and most of the time—nothing does.

When Gojo Satoru moves, the universe rearranges itself to accommodate him.

It’s not arrogance. It’s not even confidence. It’s just fact.

And that’s terrifying.

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“You’re not a god,” you tell him, but the words feel weak the moment they leave your mouth.

“Maybe not,” he says easily.“But what if I was?”

You shiver. Not because of the question itself, but because you don’t know what would be worse:

A world where Gojo Satoru was a god, or a world where he wasn’t.

Because if he was, then everything was exactly as it should be. The balance of power, the way the world turned, the weight he carried alone—all of it was simply the natural order of things.

But if he wasn’t—if he was just a man, just another human among billions—then all of it was unfair.

Then the weight was too heavy. The world was too cruel. The burden he carried was never meant for one person, and yet, he had been given it anyway.

You think, that’s why he’d fight a god.

Not to prove his strength. Not to claim some divine throne.

But to look them in the eye and demand to know why.

Why him?

Why this life?

Why was he born into a world that could never hold him, onto a path he could never stray from, into a role that would only ever leave him alone at the end of it?

“Would you win?” you ask, voice softer now.

Gojo exhales, stretching his arms behind his head. “Dunno,” he says. “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

But he’s lying.

Because he already knows the answer.

Because he’s been fighting gods his whole life. The gods of fate, of destiny, of inevitability. The gods who decide who lives and who dies, who gets to stay and who gets ripped away. The gods who made him the strongest, and then cursed him to bear that title alone.

And the worst part?

He’s been winning.

Every. Single. Time.

You watch him, the way he stares up at the sky, expression unreadable, like he’s waiting for something. A sign. A challenge. A reason.

“Satoru,” you say, barely above a whisper.

He turns his head toward you, a slow, lazy motion, and grins. “Yeah?”

You want to say something. Want to tell him that he doesn’t have to fight anymore, that he doesn’t have to keep proving himself, that you see him, even if the rest of the world never will.

But you don’t.

Because you know he wouldn’t believe you.

So instead, you shift closer, just enough for your shoulder to brush his, just enough to remind him that he isn’t as untouchable as he thinks.

And for the first time that night, he stops looking for a god to fight.

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Greetings, Dreamers and Readers 🌸✨

Okay, listen. I know how scandalous and borderline blasphemous this sounds, but honestly? If Gojo Satoru ever met a god, I genuinely think he’d try to throw hands. Not out of arrogance (okay, maybe a little), but because, deep down, he’s got questions. Real, human, aching questions. The kind that keep you up at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering why you exist the way you do.

Like—why him? Why this? Why was he born so strong that he can’t ever live normally? And if there is some all-powerful being pulling the strings, how does he get up there and demand some damn answers?

Honestly, imagine being so powerful that you could challenge the gods themselves. That’s some Greek mythology-level tragedy right there. Like, Gojo is basically Achilles if Achilles had Infinity and trauma instead of a weak ankle.

Anyway, what’s your take on this? Would Gojo actually win, or would he finally meet something bigger than him? Drop your thoughts in the comments—I’m way too invested in this theory now.

✨ Bye and take care, Hope you all have a good day ✨

[shmisky]

Analysis aside do you have any personal headcanons for the Stans/Stancest?

The way I had never stopped to think about it... But yes, I suppose I do! They just kept accumulating over the years, and many of them were “stolen” from people/posts I’ve seen. I think my headcanoning isn’t ever fully divorced from analysis, since a lot of my hcs are born out of canon observations, but there are many self-indulgent/random/funny ones as well!

I’ve included both types of hcs below! 👇

🐇 Baby Ford cried during the fifteen minutes he spent separated from Stan when he was born as the older twin. Stopped crying immediately as Stan was placed with him.

🐇 Stan was Caryn’s favorite child. She didn’t dislike Ford, Stan was just her baby and more relatable as a fellow creative liar. Ford low-key has mommy issues over this.

🐇 Stan wasn’t the only “protector” in their childhood. When it came to Filbrick, Ford attempted to defend Stan to the best of his abilities. (He would never let Stan take the blame for something he did either, as I’ve seen happening in some fics.)

🐇 Ford & Stan’s childhood dynamic was low-key like Phineas & Ferb. Ford was the one who decided what they were going to do every day and dragged Stan along for the ride.

🐇 I mostly hc Ford as the middle child, with Shermie as the eldest brother (because the math really doesn’t make sense otherwise), but sometimes I like to imagine Ford as the eldest simply because being the firstborn would make his ego go bananas.

🐇 Ford doesn’t really gaf about Shermie. He’s the forgotten sibling. Every time Ford says “my brother,” you can be sure it’s his brother Stanley. And Stan? Well, he cares about Shermie a bit more, since he’s a family man, but not nearly as much as he cares about Ford. (I don’t see this in a tragic way, more in a funny way. Shermie isn’t hurt by this obvious fact of life.)

🐇 Stan’s memories in canon are not reliable, especially when they involve women. This is how I explain away the different/earlier designs for the (baby) Stans: Stan pictured himself as the most stereotypical nerd “loser” he could think of in his memories, and the result was the look in Dreamscaperers. And I don’t think Carla was simply a bitch who left him for a hippie. Stan is just misogynistic.

🐇 Ford was indeed jealous of Carla, though. Basic one. Stan and Ford were so codependent & inseparable and Ford was so autistic & clueless that Stan once told Ford he was going out with Carla and Ford understood he was meant to go as well, not even realizing it was a date and ruining the romantic vibes with his third-wheeling.

🐇 Fiddleford was only ever Ford’s friend, and they didn’t have romantic feelings for each other. (I really like Fiddleford, but not as a romantic interest for Ford, for many reasons. Sorry, no yaoi here.) They stay really good friends after the canon ending.

🐇 Bill and Ford were indeed romantically/erotically interested in each other, but nothing like smooching or sex ever happened between them. (In Bill’s case, it was more obsession and possessiveness than love per se; not “toxic yaoi,” but abusive yaoi.) Ford post-Bill’s betrayal fucking hates Bill’s guts and would never forgive him.

🐇 We all know Fiddleford, Bill, and Dipper were all Ford’s failed attempts at rebuilding the dynamic he had with Stan, right? Before Bill and Fiddleford arriving in Gravity Falls, in a moment of intense loneliness, Ford attempted to clone himself with the photocopy machine. It went as well as you can imagine.

🐇 Sometimes college/researcher!Ford didn’t hang up the phone and just ranted about his life to the “mysterious person” (a prank caller?) who somehow knew his number. (Stan listened to everything very attentively, glad for the chance to hear his brother’s voice.)

🐇 Stan fantasized about reuniting with Ford to get through his worst moments in the streets as a young man, going so far as to mimick Ford’s voice.

🐇 Ford also mimicked Stan’s voice while on the other side of the portal to push himself into surviving when things got really tough. Picture him staring wistfully at the photo he carried in his coat pocket like a WW2 soldier staring at the photo of a pin-up-looking sweetheart in a dramatic war movie.

🐇 Both twins talked to their reflection for that same reason. They also wrote things in their “bro code” that they would never send to each other, especially on their shared birthday.

🐇 Pre-Weirdmaggedon Stan was really pissed off at Ford and he actually meant it when he said Ford wasn’t his family anymore. Ford, meanwhile, didn’t take him seriously and still considered him his family. He would be really hurt if he knew the truth, but still too proud to admit it.

🐇 Mabel didn’t know about stancest, but she shipped them up until the moment Ford went too far and tried to separate her and Dipper. After Weirdmaggedon she started shipping them again.

🐇 I really like to read and write stancest fanfic with teen/young adult/pre-Weirdmaggedon Stans and imagine them smooching but when I think of the “canon” in my head I mostly think of them getting together romantically only in their Sea Grunkles era. It’s my “standard setting” hc, if that makes sense. It’s kind of what I’m picturing unless stated otherwise.

🐇 Regarding sex, Ford is definitely the top/dom one to me, hahah. That’s another “standard setting” hc, unless stated otherwise, in a very specific situation. Ford is too bossy & controlling, so he’d have to relax and let himself trust Stan and relinquish that control. Stan, on the other hand, is mostly a teasing brat.

🐇 Ford still has nightmares about Bill post-Weirdmaggedon. Stan has nightmares as well. They cuddle in bed together, listening to each other’s heartbeats (reassuring proof they’re alive & safe) until they fall asleep.

🐇 Ford gets really protective of Stan after Weirdmaggedon. Overprotective, even. And somewhat bossy about it, because this is Ford we’re talking about. He put a tracking microchip in Stan that Stan doesn’t know about. He would put one in Dipper and one in Mabel if he had the chance.

🐇 Stan’s inferiority complex regarding Ford isn’t gone and sometimes still shows its ugly head. Once Ford pretended he was very impressed by Stan’s sailor knot (when he actually already knew how to do it himself and was just trying to make Stan feel happy and proud about it). Stan eventually discovered the truth and spent an entire week giving Ford the cold shoulder. He still allowed Ford to cuddle and spoon him every night, but Ford wasn’t forgiven till the morning he brought breakfast in bed to Stan. Not so much because of the romantic gesture but because it reminded Stan there was something he could do that Ford couldn’t (cook).

🐇 Ford once sneakily read one of Stan’s hidden Duchess Approves fanfics and realized Stan was heavily projecting onto the duchess in love with her twin brother. Stan discovered Ford had been snooping in his things because Ford couldn’t help but correct the grammar of the entire thing with a red marker. After that, Ford became his beta reader. Sometimes they even roleplay it.

🐇 Stan has Ford massage his back daily. Ford doesn’t complain. He loves a chance to worship his brother’s body.

🐇 Ford gained a bit of fat after Stan forced him to eat real food instead of his nutrition pills. He’s still slimmer than Stan, though.

🐇 Ford tried to force Stan to exercise himself. It didn’t work. Stan likes life comfy & easy and punching monsters is already enough action and pain for his back. (He’s a pillow princess.)

🐇 Ford actually does know how to cook, but the result is something only Ford himself would eat. It’s edible, he swears, and actually delicious in the Bad Food Dimension (yes, Stanley, it exists, stop laughing), but tastes terrible for everyone except for him.

🐇 Ford, ever since they were children, thought that Stan doesn’t pay attention to his nerd rants. Stan, ever since they were children, paid much more attention than Ford would ever dream of. He loves hearing Ford talk about his interests. And because he’s a dumbass, he’ll never ever tell Ford about that. He’ll just roll his eyes and call Ford a nerd.

🐇 Ford somehow discovers the truth one day. He lets Stan keep his facade. It makes him unbearably fond & all warm inside and Stan is puzzled by his sudden good mood. Nothing Stan does annoys him for at least a few days, which in turn starts annoying Stan.

There are probably more I’m forgetting, but I hope you enjoyed at least some of these. I know I have very strong opinions sometimes, hahah.

[exileezile]

I realized none of the BG3 characters have canon birthdays besides birth year, which made me wonder:

What signs do you think each of the bg3 characters would be, here are my theories:

Also please keep in mind that I’m not an astrologist, I only know what I know about astrology based off of vibes, and the very minimal research I’ve done throughout the years as a hobby. I’m fairly synesthetic when it comes to energies and how they relate to astrology, but this is all for fun!!

Karlach is a Taurus for SURE. I can’t explain it but it really just makes sense for me. All of my friends who are Tauruses just have the same energy as her. This is the highest compliment. I fucking LOVE Tauruses.

Originally, for Astarion, I thought Cancer, just based on vibes and the fact that he seems like he’s born in July, but now that I think about it a bit more, he HAS to be a Leo, right? The dramatics of this man, and I mean, his hair. I’m saying this as a fellow Leo. It just makes sense. The other option is Aries, because of his chaotic nature.

Shadowheart is a Sagittarius. This one I can’t explain, other than the fact that she has a smaller voice, but a commanding energy, and when she’s comfortable with the people she knows, she becomes playful and can be the life of the party.

I’d say that Lae’zel is a Scorpio, for obvious Scorpio reasons, but something about her being born right at the beginning of the year seems right to me. So she would be a Capricorn. They can be fairly stubborn at times and a leader, and I really can’t shake the feeling that she would believe that being born first makes you superior.

Gale has GOT to be Cancer. Classic male yearner. The emotional side of Cancers aligns with Gale. Not much more to say about that, speaks for itself.

Honestly, if you ask me, Wyll is kinda textbook definition Libra. I had to look this one up to make sure my intuition was correct, and Libras are defined by being charming, peace-making, and tend to be people pleasers. That couldn’t be closer to the truth for the Blade of Frontiers.

I’d love to know what other people think, cause as mentioned before, I dabble in astrology so I’m not as knowledgeable as other people.

[dreaminrainbows]

Happy 28th and happy Rushmere day to all those who celebrate.

Here are all the fics I enjoyed in March!

The Ever Deadly by SilverStuff50/ @silverstuff50 | [80k]

Harry Styles, Detective Chief Inspector of the Metropolitan Police's witch division, is forced by his boss to co-lead his current investigation into a string of supernatural murders with the incredibly annoying, and frustratingly hot Louis Tomlinson. DCI Louis Tomlinson wasn’t expecting to be paired with the most uptight man he’s ever met, so naturally, he messes with him any chance he gets. The fact that his co-lead is gorgeous just makes Louis more determined to wind him up. Together they combine cases and grapple with the elusive murderer. Can they catch a magical serial killer while dealing with their growing desire and feelings for each other?

Full of Terraced Dreams byInsightfulInsomniac/@insightfulinsomniac | [47k]

In the midst of parenting a teenager on the precipice of presenting as an alpha, the new neighbors moving in next door are the least of Louis' concerns. That is, until said neighbor turns out to be entirely too lovely and also a young single parent. The only problem about this flourishing, flirtatious friendship is that Louis hasn't dated since his daughter was born thirteen years ago, and he has no idea how to navigate adult relationships as a thirty-six-year-old single dad. Although Harry seems to balance the idea of dating and parenting with more ease, he still wrestles with his own insecurities and the protectiveness of the life he's built with his son. That doesn’t stop him from falling hard and fast for his next-door-neighbor. A story of two single parents who come together as a blended family after an unexpected circumstance changes their lives forever.

Sugar at Night by brightgolden/ @brightgolden | [33k]

With a year left before he completes his degree, a wonderful fiancé, and a baby coming soon, life is going exceptionally well for Harry Styles. But, the truth always has a way to unravel itself, doesn’t it? So, what do you do when the person you fell in love with is not the person you thought they were?

maybe we could be enough by liberty_barnes/ @liberty-barnes | [13k]

Harry wasn’t afraid to admit that his wedding...well, his entire marriage, really, wasn’t exactly what he’d pictured. He’d wanted a big celebration, with family on either side of the aisle, flowers everywhere, beautiful clothes, and most importantly: his loving fiancé waiting at the altar with a heart-stopping smile on his face. He did not, however, get that beautiful wedding. [or, five times Harry hated Louis, and one time he loved him.] [or, five nos, five maybes, one realisation, and the yes that follows.]

pictures of us by givesuethemoon/ @givesuethemoon | [6.5k]

Harry presses his emotions into a kiss to Louis’ cheek at the same time that he presses a hand over Louis’ heart. “I’m here.” “You are,” Louis replies, eyes closed. “You are.”

You hold my peace(in the palm of your hand) by Dreaminrainbows/ @dreaminrainbows | [ 1.6k]

But there are two big green eyes staring at him, pleading, glazed over with need and lust and desperation and Louis has never ever been any good at denying Harry anything. Especially not when he looks like that with his plush bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks pink and blotchy, so ready, so needy already, just waiting for the word go.

Happy reading and DO NOT forget to leave kuddos and comments!!

[shegatsby]

Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N: Hello! Sorry guys I was protesting against the government of my country and joined the riots and almost got arrested, I'm back tho. Love you little doves.

Warnings: SMUT IS HERE! Minors get the f out. Pregnancy sex! P in V! Wrap it before you tap it folks!

Words: 4.019K

TAG LIST IS OPEN! (Let me know if i forgot to tag your or if you changed your username pls)

Chapter Thirteen

In the coronation chamber, Baron Vladimir Harkonenn was seated in his floating device, towering above his subjects, he was fuming in anger. Lady Wench’s servants’ heads on the stairs of his throne, covering the black stone stairs in blood, It looked as if the stairs were a river of black water, ‘’How could she manage to escape?!’’ he roared at his advisor who was also his right hand, the bald headed man was shaking in fear, he was a lithe man, his uniform jet black with certain colors on his left shoulder to show his rank. ‘’My Lord, Baron Vladimir,’’ he began, controlling his voice, his head low, ‘’Our Lady Na-Baroness-‘’ his speech was cut with Baron’s raspy voice, ‘’Do not dare call that bedchamber whore Na-Broness!’’ he had been ordering heads, shouting for strategic plans, he had sent a very angry letter to the Padishah Emperor Shaddam and also Duke Leto and the Reverend Mother. That old wench was the reason why Vladimir said yes to this union, he knew this little girl was a trouble and he remembered the conversation he had with Feyd-Rautha, his nephew months ago when he had a meeting at Shaddam’s study chambers, Feyd had attended few minutes later…

‘’Did I miss anything?’’ Feyd entered with a wicked smile, he had just finished dancing with Lady Y/N, it brought up his spirits to annoy her, the look on her face was something he would like to see for the rest of his life. Shaddam was sitting on a stone chair, Duke was facing Vladimir. Reverend Mother was behind the Emperor.‘’Here is my nephew.’’ He announced, ‘’He had grown up since you saw him, Duke Leto.’’ It was true, the last time Atreides family had visited Giedi Prime all of their children were little, playing and fighting together. It broke the Duke’s heart to see how much the Baron corrupted his own nephews, Rabban was gone but maybe, maybe Feyd could be saved. ‘’I highly object to this union.’’ Duke said firmly, his hands were formed into fists, he wasn’t going to sell his first born daughter like a livestock, ‘’Leto,’’ Shaddam raised his hand and draw the attention, to Shaddam, Leto was like a son he never had, he wanted Leto to understand how much he cared for this union, all eyes were on their galactic Emperor. Reverend Mother was whispering venom into his ear, or so Leto thought.

‘’This union is very important to our houses and the entire galaxy. Long ago Atreides and Harkonnen fought for centuries and shed blood. I desire to prevent this happen again. It’s time for you to unite.’’

Of course there was some truth to it but the Bene Gesserit’s only plan wasn’t this. They have been trying to create a bloodline both connected to the Atreides and Harkonnen directly. Duke hated the witches, except Jessica, she was different, Duke hoped that she would support him, it was such a shame that even though they have been together for years she was still a Bene Gesserit witch. He was soon going to find out.

One could look up and see the strange look on Feyd’s face, Baron knew that look, he was excited for his new toy but he had suspicions, she seemed too independent and disobedient. Feyd would soon to be fed up with her and toss her aside once she gives birth to the heir of house Harkonnen. That night he warned Feyd when they were alone, ‘’If you do not wish to be with her we can find someone else for you. After all, their purpose is the same.’’ Baron said, he was on his bed, smoking, Feyd was summoned late at night to speak with his uncle. ‘’No uncle, I do wish her and only her.’’ That wicked smile placed itself on his plump lips.

He had never understood why Feyd was so persistent with her.. he didn’t have time to dwell on it anyways. ‘’My nephew shall find her and bring her to justice.’’ He announced, if he had looked hard enough he would see the reluctant eyes of his subjects, little did he know that Lady Na-Baroness had gained the favor of the people of Giedi Prime.

After her session with the Reverend Mother of the Sietch Y/N retrieved to her chamber, a small space with rugs on the floor and walls, she got used to the smell of the spice, she got used to the people and the people got used to her even though she caught them staring time to time, she looked different and her head was held high all the time, it draw attention that she was a member of the Bene Gesserit and could use the voice. She meditated all night on the words and facial structure of the Mother,

‘’he is looking for his wife..’’

‘’a treachery on his part..’’

‘’Soon..’’

It must be Feyd, she was sure that her arrival was detected by his men and they must be looking for her but treachery part was confusing, she tried to channel her ancestors but it was in vain, she had to be skilled for that. She gave up the meditation because a huge sound was heard throughout the Sietch, a blasting sound and a mini second later she could hear the screams and the laser guns. Y/N immediately left her room, Fremen soldiers were gearing up, old women and children were being escorted to safety, she could see that with huge machines the walls of Sietch were being blasted, ‘’Y/N!’’ her new friend Sama screamed her name and she turned to find the source and saw Sama running towards her, she was holding a knife and a small laser gun, ‘’Here, take these. The Harkonnens are attacking us. I don’t know how they found us-‘’ another huge blast and from the giant hole a pack of  bald headed men in black uniform entered with their high-tech guns. It was them for sure. ‘’Go,’’ she said to Sama, ‘’you have duties, I can protect myself.’’ Sama was reluctant but Y/N reassured her and smiled, after Sama’s departure she joined other healers and Sayyadinas to help the children and elderly, the entire Sietch was covered in dust which was the mixture of spice and smoke, Fremen soldiers were strong and charging but the Harkonnens had more arms and outnumbered the Fremen. Y/N was in charge of helping the old Reverend Mother to safety, she ran to her bedchamber to collect her, the woman was dressed in orange satin, a yellow scarf covering her hair, ‘’Reverend Mother,’’ she yelled to be heard, ‘’you have to leave. Now.’’ The old woman calmly looked at her with spice blue eyes, ‘’You are the only one who can save us,’’ she said with a low voice, ‘’go to him. End this war.’’

Y/N understood clearly and bowed her head, she ran back to the common hall of the Sietch which was raided by the Harkonnens, she was watching from a corner and she saw her husband, Feyd-Rautha Harkonenn, he was giving orders to his men, he was covered in black but on his arm there was a scarf tied, it was hers. Her heart ache when she saw it, he must have been looking for her for weeks. She had to do something to stop the battle and the bloodshed so she came up with an idea. Y/N looked around and found a high platform, a rock that towered the common hall, it was a place where sometimes Stilgar would announce things and make his speeches. She ran towards the rock to climb it, on the way she was careful and trying to not be found and recognized, the screams of innocent Fremens filled her ears and made her climb harder, her fingers were bleeding when she reached the top and with all of her strength she yelled; ‘’STOP!’’ thanks to the Sietch’s design at this place someone’s voice could be heard clearly from everywhere inside. The Fremens and the Harkonnen soldiers stopped and looked p to find the source of the sound, Feyd-Rautha knew that voice, the smell of her pheromones brought him here and there she was, on top of a rock, her beautiful hair long and loose, they made her wear a baggy beige dress, she looked tired and sad… ‘’My wife..’’ he whispered. She was here, he had found her.  ‘’You have kidnapped my wife!’’ Feyd-Rautha screamed at Stilgar who was closer to the rock, there was a distance between them but they could see each other, Stilgar knew that this woman was a Harkonnen’s wife and his people didn’t believe him. He was right all along. ‘’Make truce and you can have your wife back Harkonnen!’’ Stilgar uncovered his mask to be heard, he was suspecting that Feyd-Rautha was going to attack and he did something which made everyone stunned, he dropped his weapon, ‘’Let her come to me and  I swear you shall have a truce.’’

Stilgar weighed him conscientiously, he also dropped his weapon to show respect, even though the man before him was a Harkonnen. The silence hung in the thick air of the Sietch, due to the fires it was extremely hot inside, Fremen and Harkonnen soldiers were alert yet immobile. Stilgar turned to look at her at the top and motioned his head, she started to climb down the rock, her hands hurt but she managed to be steady, when her bare feet made contact with the sandy floor she released the breath she was holding. Stilgar held her arm vigorously and walked towards Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.

When Feyd saw that Fremen trash’s hold he was about to get his laser gun to shoot but the look on Y/N’s face was begging him to be wise and calm. ‘’Take your wife and leave.’’ Stilgar said and stop, pushed her to Feyd and he caught her, Y/N was in his arms after so long.. she looked up to meet his azure eyes, she saw so many things there, primal fury, sadness, happiness.. they were all swimming in the deep orbits of his eyes, all he wanted to was to kiss her like a man starved but not here, not right now. Feyd looked at Stilgar who was a few inches away from them, ‘’You have your truce… for a week.’’ And without a beat he held his wife’s arm and guided her outside the Sietch.

No one dared to utter a single word on the ship back to the palace of Arrakis. Y/N sat there on the cold metal chair, Feyd in front of her, and two pilots at the front. His intense gaze was on her, she looked different, her hair was a mess, she looked dirtier and plumper and yet she was the most divine creature he had ever witnessed in his life time. His elbows on his knees, legs spread he was just staring, Y/N’s eyes found the dirty scarf tied around his bicep and then his pale face, he opened his mouth to say something and thought better and closed it. When they arrived she felt his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the palace, she had seen the holograms of the palace before but seeing it up close was something else. One could see the traces of the Harkonnens, it was built by them 80 plus years ago and it was actually a gigantic structure yet simple. At the top it had a huge dome, she wanted to see it during the day light, maybe she could do it soon if she survived tonight…

His grip on her back tight, firm. Even though he was walking closely beside her his hand was possessive, she could feel it in her bones. The soldiers bowed as they saw her, ‘’Welcome back, Na-Baroness.’’ One of the higher ranked commander greeted her and she gently smiled, she didn’t have strength to speak, however her Bene Gesserit training was alerted, these men were actually relieved that she was here with them, maybe her policy back at Giedi Prime worked. As they walked the long stone corridors and reached to his bedchambers he unlocked the door with his thumb, the door opened and his hand gently pushed her inside and he locked the door, the inside consisted of a big bed, a door to the bathroom chamber, tall windows to see the endless desert, a spice rug at the middle of the room, not much of furniture except a leather couch and two armchairs, he pointed the couch, ‘’Sit.’’ Was the first word he said to her, his whole body tense. His chest felt tight, his fingers twitching, he wanted to take her in his arms again and check for any injuries, he had this deep desire to protect her, he came to sit across from her. Feyd had to take a sharp breath when he saw her eyes taring up but she was keeping her composure, ‘’Why did you escape Giedi Prime?’’

She exhaled, ‘’I had to..’’ she swallowed the lump in her throat, she was about to cry, ‘’I had no choice.’’ Her hand went to her stomach instinctively, his eyes following her action, ‘’Yes Feyd, I’m with child. The look on your face tells me that your uncle Baron Vladimir has been keeping it from you. He was the one who didn’t let me read the letters you had sent me for weeks, he is plotting my death after I give birth to our child.’’

His heart nearly stopped, the thought of her being with child, their child, was almost too much. Her hand on her stomach sent a wave of possessiveness, and protectiveness through him. ‘’I..’’ he began, ‘’You’re pregnant?’’ he was still in shock.  He felt sudden rush of different emotions all at once, happiness, surprise and… anger. Anger that his uncle kept them apart, that he kept her pregnancy from him, that he was planning his wife’s death. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, hold her, he had to hear you first and then he was going to love you and show you how much he had missed you. ‘’How long have you been pregnant?’’ his mind went to their last intimate moments, which was two months ago.

‘’For two months.’’ She replied.

It felt like someone punched Feyd, he clenched his jaw, this was all too much. She was pregnant with his child and he haven’t seen her for two months because of his uncle. ‘’Why didn’t you tell me-‘’ he knew there was no point in asking that but he couldn’t help it. The words just slipped out of his plump lips before he could stop them and that earned him a sudden outburst from Y/N. she bolted to her feet in anger, ‘’How was I suppose to tell you, huh? How was I suppose to let my husband know that I am pregnant with our first child when your uncle reads my correspondence and has his spies behind my tail?!’’ she was yelling at this point, ‘’I had to escape, you couldn’t take me with you because of your uncle but I came to you!’’

‘’I KNOW!’’ he nearly yelled at her, he also jumped to his feet, towering above her, he was also angry but not her, never her, he was angry at the entire situation that they were in. ‘’I know that you had to escape, I know that you came to me, I know I couldn’t take you with me!’’ he was yelling now, he took a step towards her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. ‘’Then why are you so cold towards me?!’’ her voice broke.

His hand went to his bald head, frustrated. He wasn’t cold towards her, he was on edge, he was trying to keep himself check, but her words were making him lose it. He grabbed her by the arms, his grip firm. ‘’Because I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to do with you, with us, with my uncle’s blood plan.. I don’t know!’’

‘’He asked for my head didn’t he?’’ she was calm now, her voice as cold asa Bene Gesserit witch.

He was staring at her, his pupils blown wide, his hands still on her arms, ‘’Yes.’’ He admitted through gritted teeth, his grip even more tighter, he wanted to pull her close, to shield her from everything that was happening, ‘’He demands your head.’’

‘’What are you going to do Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen?’’ she asked coldly, ‘’It’s either your wife or your uncle.’’

His eyes hardened, ‘’I will not let him touch you.’’ He said with a harsh voice, his mind was In turmoil. Ever since he opened his eyes to this galaxy he has learned to suppress and channel emotions, yet he was a mess right now. ‘’I will not let him take you. He wants your head but he will not get it.’’ His gaze was intense, his voice now threatening.

Y/N reached and clashed her lips with his.

He was taken aback by the sudden kiss, his anger and turmoil melting into the kiss and replaced by a rush of desire and need. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against him, his hands exploring her body greedily. He could feel his body ignite with a hunger for his wife, he was desperate for her touch, flesh, and taste. One of his hands moved up and entangled itself in her hair, holding her there, their mouths melded together in a heated and possessive embrace, it had been so long. She whispered between kisses, ‘’Take me to bed.’’

He immediately picked her up like she weighed nothing, took her to the bed and laid her on the mattress, his body following close behind. He knelt above her, his eyes dark with desire, he kissed her again deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that borders on wild desperation.    Her hands reached to take off his uniform and his breath almost stopped , he broke the kiss to help her, when he quickly got rid of his uniform he knelt to kiss her neck, bite and leave his marks on her. His large hands also helped her with her dress and she was naked under him, he took a step back to look at her, his jaw clenched again, his hands gently roamed on her soft flesh, his fingers were tracing every curve, every contour. He bent his head and placed a kiss on her shoulder, working his way down on her body with trail of hot kisses, his mouth worshiping every inch of her. He stopped when he reached her belly and looked up to meet her gaze, he felt a rush of emotions washing over him. It hit him that they were going to be parents, that she was carrying his child inside her. His heart swelled with a warm and fuzzy feeling, his fingers gently caressed her belly, almost as if he wanted to feel the baby that was growing inside her. His eyes were soft for a moment, he started to kiss her stomach again, making it emotional for her as well. Soon he went lower and lower and met her dripping core. His hands were gripping her hips, his mind was swirling with lust and need. A his mouth reached her core, he paused for a moment his breathing ragged and hot. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and he slowly took one of her legs over his shoulder giving himself more room to work. He slid his tongue over her slick flesh, tasting her, feeling her body shudder under his touch.

He didn’t know what has gotten into him but he just needed to drown himself in her. She moaned when he made the first contact, they had never done this before so it felt more intimate. His lips and tongue exploring her sensitive flesh, he was taking his time, wanting to savor every second. It was different than he had expected, more intimate and more pleasurable. He could feel her tremble under him, hearing her breathing change and he couldn’t help but draw out her pleasure, to make her feel good. His hands gripped her hips,  holding her in place as he swirled his tongue over her wetness, taking his time. She screamed his name ‘’Feyd!’’ as he inserted a finger, she was so wet and ready, it sent a wave of desire surging through him. He kept his mouth exploring, his tongue teasing and swirling while his finger worked inside, his mouth was hungry, his body heat getting hotter and hotter, he was losing himself in her reactions, in the sounds she was making, his own need was growing stronger and sending electricity. As he added another finger he could hear her gasps and whimpers, his mouth still on her wet folds, she tasted delicious, he was lost in her. It was so fun to watch her, she looked like a woman possessed and he was the one making her like this. ‘’Feyd,’’ she screamed, ‘’Feyd, I’m coming!’’ there was a feeling on her lower abdomen that she had never felt before, His fingers and mouth kept working, he wanted to see the way she was going to crumble, he was desperate for her to come in his mouth, he was drinking her like a man who had found a river in the middle of the desert.  She felt so soft in her mouth that he couldn’t stop himself from biting a bit, it earned him screams, soon she started to shake in pleasure, her hands gripping the bed sheets, as she came undone she screamed his name like a prayer so many times and Feyd didn’t move a muscle, he drank her sweet juice like a submissive servant, who was ready to do whatever she wanted. As she screamed his name he greedily lapped up every drop of her, not wanting to waste a single bit. His desire for her was strong, it was nothing like he experienced before with his former slaves, she was different and every since their first intimate moment he wanted no one but her. She was his, and Feyd wanted to give her more. He climbed up to kiss her, she was still shaking, he could feel her in his mouth, a sweet taste and he wanted her to taste herself so he kissed her  raw. He wanted to envelope her and become one, their bodies glued and she could feel his hard member. A moan escaped his lips, his body was tense with desire, needing her so badly. His fingers were gripping her skin as he leaned in to press his lips on her boob, sucking on the sensitive flesh, he had imagined that in a few months her tits were going to leak with milk, her belly swollen with his child and that image mad his rock hard cock twitch, his eyes were on hers as he sucked on the sensitive flesh, her boobs now more sensitive than ever. ‘’My husband..’’ she moaned and threw her head back. He couldn’t stop himself, her moans driving him wild, hearing her call him ‘’my husband’’ just set his heart racing. He moved back up to kiss her his body pressing against her body, ‘’Mine.’’ He said voice hoarse and ragged. ‘’Yours..’’ she managed to say, his mouth devouring hers, he needed her, he had to have her right in this moment so he place himself between her legs, ‘’You’re mine..’’ he took a moment to look at her under him, legs spread, such a fine delicacy and all for him. He entered her sweet folds slowly, and gave her a moment to adjust, she had forgotten how big and thick he was, it felt like the first time all over again and she gasped, ‘’Shhh’’ he knelt to kiss her cheek, her nose, her chin, he pulled out slowly and moved back in, to the hilt.

(Tumblr said the chapter is too long so i’ll continue the smut on the next one)

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[di-42]

This month has been blessed with some of the best stories I've read/I'm reading in a while and cursed, as usual, with criminally limited time to read and write (and to have walks in the park, and to snuggle with my husband on the sofa, and to go to exhibitions… but I digress, don't I?).

Aaaaaanyway. Here are the things I loved about

March’s Mouthwatering Fictions

WIPs:

Scorn And The Saint-Maker, by beardo @e-rated-beardo, rated E, chapters 35/?

This story is so incredibly compelling. You'll find yourself constantly trying to unravel the puzzle of Anthony Crowley and Angel Fell, thinking back of all the Clues the writer has scattered here and there so far. The characterisation is spot on, the smut is just so, oh, delicious, and the writer’s beautiful use of “Oh, but”s had me sigh like Aziraphale when reading Jane Austen. All mixed up in an incredibly clever plot. We meet old and new and new-but-old-really friends and what the blooming freak is going on? The details are impressive, and did I mention beardo also does the amazing artwork? 

This is definitely one of those fics that make you wonder at the fact that the author is not a full time writer and artist and instead does this for free as a gift to us. What more can a reader ask for? 

Also, no matter if you've ever been or will ever go to Aberdeen, prepare to fall in love with the city and its university campus.

Is There A Version? by @lookingatacupoftea , rated M, chapters 11/25.

Because life, I still have to catch on the chapters that have been already posted, but, oh I'M LOVING THIS SEASON 3 FICTION! I'm loving it so much! It's so, so refreshing to read someone else’s story that shares my headcanon and my vision of the characters. Please please please go and read it!

Chicken Bites, by AMangoNamedChicken, rated M, chapters 28/?

A collection of small snippets in the lives of our ineffables. Every chapter can be read on its own as a little bite and you can skip some chapters if you want and still be able to enjoy the others. Great humour and lovely fluff, but really every chapter is different and can have a different tone. 

Wavelengths & Frequencies, by imposterssyndrome @maaikeatthefullmoon, @shadesofecclescakes , rated E, chapters 19/?

Human AU in which Aziraphale and Crowley are rival radio DJs who find themselves working for the same media company. This story is filled with lovely banter and humour and has all the right feels. 

My own new WIP, Deluded, rated M, chapter 1/ 5.

Human AU. Crowley has been sent to a blind date with Maggie's friend Aziraphale. But Crowley doesn't do dates, only one-night stands. He's done with feelings and stuff. So he delivers the little speech he has prepared to Aziraphale and they never see each other again. 

HA!

Joking. We all know that's never going to happen, don't we?

When I was finishing writing my season 3 fic, I promised myself that all I would write after that would be only human AUs with hardly any plot, and boy am I keeping that promise! Welcome to another story where all that happens is two people meeting, talking, thinking, falling in love and dealing with their own and each other's cluelessness. 

Complete stories: 

That Isn't Supposed To Happen, by @addledmongoose , rated T, 127k.

I adore Addled’s stories and style and have done since the first one I read over a year ago. Each new story is a lovely gift, and this reverse omens AU doesn't disappoint one bit. There's plot, there's a mystery to solve, there's oh, so much wonderful pining, there's humour, there's great characterisation and there's demon Azira. I don't think I'll ever be able to stress enough how being a demon suits Aziraphale perfectly. He was born to be a demon; Crowley's demon to be precise. The dynamics between the two of them is simply perfect. I loved loved loved this fiction! 

Anthony J. Crowley: Private Eye, by Tigerseye67, rated M, 14k.

Lovely human AU written in the style of a 40s noir film. Crowley is a private detective and Aziraphale hires him to recover a book that Gabriel stole from him. Several plot twists later everything ends well for our heroes, in this intriguing case!

One-shots:

Heir, by ddagent, rated T, 2k.

Just a lovely peek into the life of future king Aziraphale on the day of his brother’s Gabriel funeral. He meets leader of opposition and anti-monarchist Crowley. This story left a delicious taste of nostalgia and what-ifs in my mouth; it was brief and effective. But a fair warning: if you need unquestionable closure in the fics you read, maybe you might want to give this one a miss. I loved it.

Ghost, by AppleSeeds, rated T, 5k.

Human AU. Crowley seems to have a ghost in his flat who takes care of him by preparing relaxing hot baths and providing nice meals. Don't worry, though, this is fiction, and AppleSeeds fiction at that. Happy ending guaranteed. 

Just Another Day, by @enderhuntresss , rated E, 2k.

Such a lovely and fluffy (and hot) slice of life in the future of our favourite ineffables. This story is what awaits them on the other side of saving the world and we're all looking forward to for them. 

Smooth Criminal, by Sabotaged_Words @sabotage-on-mercury, rated T, 11k.

Oh,I adored this story! I have already recommended it to anyone who would listen and I'll recommend it again! It's a human AU where petty criminal Crowley tries to steal items from Aziraphale's bookshop and that's how their friendship begins. Delightful humour, warm vibes, great characterisation, hilarious references to canon: this fiction is a gem.

Thwarted Snark, by TogetherAgain, rated G, 400 words.

The first time Crowley sees Aziraphale again after he went back to heaven, he really wants to be snarky and sarcastic. But what he wants and what they both need are two very different things. Lovely and heartwarming.

As always, I tried to tag the authors whose tumblr username I know to show them that their fictions are loved. If you want your fiction removed from this list, or know an author who wants their fiction removed, please let me know.

As always, pleeeeeease, don't judge a fiction by the number of kudos!

Winter 2025 here

[anonmousegosqueek]

Boo! Did I scare you? I'm back to being alive, and not high off of pain and ickyness meds. So, here's a prompt! Roach and Gaz centric!

It's time for their bi-monthly leave (forced by Laswell), and Kyle and Roach have decided to take it together (pre-relationship). They spend it at Roach's flat, a one bedroom, fairly small place. Roach is fully prepared to grab the foldable cot from his closet and let Kyle have the bed, but Kyle brings up a good point.

"We've slept in smaller places together, bug. At least this time, it'll be in a comfortable bed, right?"

Cue the awkward "sleeping on opposite sides only to wake up cuddling" thing in the morning. They go about their day without mentioning it, and it happens every single night. Until eventually, Kyle says "fuck it" and just pulls Roach into cuddling the fifth night of their leave.

Could potentially lead to nsfw, could just be wholesome cuddle-bug Roach/Gaz. But I love the idea of the team mandated leave (Kate deals with the paperwork and makes them all rest) during the few months before their relationships started.

Johnny takes Simon up to Edinburgh, Price goes to stay with Kate and her wife (wine buddies). But I think Roach and Gaz are just so... adorable.

Like, cuddle-bug Roach and pretty boy Gaz that are awkward around each other, not really wanting to ruin their friendship (and also not wanting to acknowledge the whole "wanting to date their teammates" bit)

-🦴

AGHHHH!! AM SCARED.

Hi Boner! I'm glad you're better! I missed you! I sacrificed my first born for your health!

My first thought? Bi-monthly or BI(sexual)-monthly? ;D

No but seriously- Roach is a *cuddler*. He's small, naturally runs a bit cold, and small. He wants nothing more than to be a blanket. It's pretty normal to wake up with a little guy making sounds in your ear, comes with the job am I right?

Problem is, the homoerotic tension is tension-y.

I think the morning after (NOT LIKE THAT-) is so awkward.

"Seriously bug, it's alright." ← says Gaz despite also being horribly embarrassed because he knows he gave Roach a little kiss on the head.

Okay time for the morning after, exactly like that (aka nsfw)

I think the big "fuck it" moment is when they're already waking up. It's been a few days, lots of words left in the air, ect. Kyle is only half awake, more focused on his morning wood than the fact he's literally got Gary's thighs in-between his legs. He's not thinking about *what* he's humping, just that it feels good.

Gary, on the other hand is redder than a tomato, not 100% sure on what to do. I mean, hot guy that he has a crush on is currently asleep and rubbing on him! What is he supposed to do?

So instead he simply angles his leg just a little bit.

Poor Kyle's moan is enough for Gary's heart to stop beating for a moment or five. He swears he's never heard a more perfect sound in his whole life. And pair that with Kyle's expression? A mix of pleasure and sleep? Gary might have cum just from that (don't make fun of him, he hadn't had time for a good wank in months).

That was the day he learned he had a slight somnophilia kink :D (all consensual and such, dw.)

Kyle's own hips stutter a bit, a soft moan coming from him, and then he's back to sleeping. Literally snoring slightly. Gary is literally staring at the ceiling having an existential crisis and Kyle looks like he's having the best sleep of his life.

By the time Kyle actually wakes up, he's met with 1) a gross feeling in his boxers, 2) Gary's arm wrapped around him, and 3) a panicked bugboy staring at him.

Needless to say, they had a proper talk over breakfast.

And now they boyfriends who smooch and always cuddle~

[echolynn13]

SFTH Chaotic Highlights (The Meringue Haberdashery)

Part 2 of the longforms, here we go:

So first things first, when I heard this title I had to google the definition of haberdashery because both myself and my mom thought it was one of those words that basically meant nonsense. Apparently it doesn't even mean that in America so idk where we got that idea

"I teach you nothing, I only show you the way" Someone needs to tell Don Juan the definition of 'teach'

"I sewed the funeral suit, she looked better than when she was alive" Not the best time to be prideful of your work but go off I guess

"It was a difficult time, and I found myself, uhhhhhhhh-" Absolutely no one knew what was going on at any point in this entire play and I'll never get tired of the chaos that vibe created

God, there's so much to say about the fucked up flashback sequence- The confusion over whether the dead girl was Don's wife or child, AJ assuming Sam was playing Don's child self as opposed to the kid who died, Don Juan being continuously 'in the flow' while no one seemed to know wtf he was on about, the girl's name changing to Nikita, AJ stage slapping the shit out of Sam, and ofc the fucked up death of a needle going through the child's eye shown via Sam's brilliant stagecraft

Also I think "You can sew a waistcoat perfectly, but you cannot sew a narrative together" deserves its own bulletpoint, I love that line so much

"I've had a difficult life, Don Juan, and if you want to live it... Then go for it" Words of wisdom from Don Juan #1 there

Even in a brief moment, we really get to see the gears turning in Sam's head when hearing the word 'sopa', searching the 'Spanish vocabulary' section of his mind before confirming Luke is in fact talking about soup

"You ever wonder why you and him have the same name?" Luke bringing up the elephant in the room that will soon become a surprising plot point

"He has no ambition!" "He's had a rough year!" He's like damn, give my name twin a break, his daughter died in a really traumatic way, of course he's not alright

"For many years his daughter was alive and healthy! Yet the shop stayed the same size! W H Y ?" Luke's delivery on 'Why' is perfectly over-the-top, as always

The back and forth of the soup bit "Give me a spoon" "I gave you a spoon" "Oh. Well this spoon is shit, get me a better one-"

*insert Adam Driver 'good soup' meme*

This is just a question, but could anyone tell me what Luke says after Sam says "He could maybe find some closure, some religion, something else-" because I can't for the life of me understand, and the autogenerated captions completely gave up on it

"I am a very sexy man" - Tom, in every goddamn improvised play (unless of course, he's a very sexy woman instead)

Luke deciding to become a ghost/hallucination of Don Juan #1's dead daughter- I know she ends up being a ghost, but the first scene really has vibes of 'oh this man has PTSD' so idk what the original intentions were

Idk if it was Nikita's voice or the fact a customer had just stolen the store's bell for some reason, but Don Juan has lost his ability to form words! That shit wasn't even stuttering anymore, it was full-on, natural-sounding gibberish, like he was playing the translator game with a language that doesn't actually exist

"Don Juan.." "Yes, Don Juan?" Ah yes, the culmination of the joke I've been waiting for

Sam suggesting AJ already tried giving himself a lobotomy after AJ speaks fluent alien-speak again is top-tier comedy

Unexpected Don Juan lore drop: Not only was he born and abandoned inside the haberdashery, he also constructed the entire building himself, as an infant. The more you know!

"Just like the namesake of this haberdashery, you are cracking! Like a meringue that's been left out too long... I can't watch your mind fracture like a meringue under a hammer" Guys I think Don Juan #2 might be trying to remind us of the play's title and that it's totally relevant to the plot

Hey so has the fandom decided on what the dead daughter's name is? Or is it like a Billy/Timothy/Benjamin type thing? Because I need answers

"Has your dead daughter been saying things to me fro beyond the grave? No! ... My wife on the other hand-" I don't have anything to add here, I just like that bit

Sam caught that needle in his hand like he caught the cocktail in The Hare Who Wore A Sweater

"You know anti-psychotics could cause mental cracking in healthy minds, so we're just wondering, what's going on here?" The tone of this whole conversation is as if the doctor is trying not to cause drama, as they actively (and accurately) accuse the 'sick' wife of drugging the town. I can't tell if that's just the characters general vibe or if they're worried about their own safety if they piss this lady off

Luke: "What are you doing?" Sam: *silently trying to figure out who the hell this character's supposed to be* "Nikita-?" Luke: *closing one eye to make it more obvious* "What are you doing??"

Sam goes through the same confused thought process after the 'What are you doing to yourself?' line

"Who is making you do this?" "He is" "Who is making you do this?" "He is making me do this-" "WHO is making you DO THIS? Come on!" "I- I'm making me do this-" ".. It's your wife, your fucking wife" Nikita/Luke is so tired of Don Juan/Sam's shit

"Do you ever wonder why you and my father have the same name?" Luke started this plot line, and now he's the one to end it

Luke being the translator for the audience is so funny. He said 'es verdad' and was like 'fuck you aren't gonna know what that means, here I'll spell it out for you'

"I was never sick.. I just don't like working!" Understandable villain motivation

"He said I was a bad influence and he kept me away" I mean you did drug the whole town, I can imagine you weren't the best influence back then either

Also wow, they made the daughter's death even more fucked up than before-

Tom being summoned to stand and represent 1000 Don Juans, as his singular self

"We really have to finish the show" "So it finishes with the villain winning!" A villain played by Luke winning is the only kind of unhappy ending I want to see, really it couldn't have gone better

Final thoughts: Everyone that thinks The Lighthouse is the most chaotic SFTH play needs to rewatch The Meringue Haberdashery right now

[writetimewrongmuse]

From Hogwarts With Contempt (M, 17.5k words, 8/15 Chapters)

A look at Draco's time at Hogwarts from what his father hears about (and sometimes doesn't).

Summary:

Hogwarts wasn’t quite what Draco Malfoy expected.

It’s colder, draughtier, and far more Gryffindor-infested than he was prepared for.

In a series of scathing letters home, Draco documents his years at Hogwarts — from the incompetence of the staff to the baffling popularity of Potter and the infuriating brilliance of a bushy haired Muggle-born witch.

If Hogwarts won’t bend to his will, at least his father will hear all about it.

Tags Include:

Epistolary

Canon compliant (WHAT HARRY DOESN'T KNOW, HE DOESN'T KNOW)

Enemies to Lovers

First through Seventh Year

Secret Relationship

Pureblood customs

Angst and Fluff

Yearning, pining, jealous (all-consumed) Draco

dad don't read too much into this, she's only the love of my life.

year one - I don't have a crush I just want her to be my secret ally

year two - she's strange but i like it

year three - i'm not sulking

year four - the best use for blast ended skrewts is determined and practiced

Snippet from Chapter 8:

P.P.S. You were right in thinking Dumbledore wouldn’t allow everyone to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. Pity, I was hoping Weasley would be chosen so he could die in a tragic accident — or well, maybe not die — that would make a martyr of him. Maybe disfigurement. But Granger does have a soft spot for ugly gingers — in fact, the uglier the better — so maybe it is all for the best none of us can compete. Not that I ever would. Who needs glory when you can sit back and commentate on their misery? Besides, it’s not like I’m after attention. Not anymore.

[fel-09]

Howdy! I have another monster plot if you are up for it!

Instead of a vampire, Reader is a werewolf! And they are doing everything they physically can to hide this fact about them. Even going out in the middle of the night into the woods so they can change and no one will see! But Thranduil isn’t blind to them leaving, and he wants to know why Reader is doing this.

Werewolf for Thranduil

Long ago, when the forests could still speak and the stars leaned down to kiss the rivers goodnight, there lived the Moon’s Children.

They were not quite human, and not quite beast — born from the breath of the night wind and the silver threads of moonlight.

By day, they walked the earth as people, soft-footed and kind-eyed, with laughter like leaves rustling in the breeze.

But when the moon rose full and round, their true hearts would stir beneath their skin.

It wasn’t a curse, nor a punishment.

The Moon had made them this way — so that when the night grew too dark and the woods too wild, there would be someone who understood the language of both man and beast.

They were gentle creatures, really.

They would slip away when no one was watching, into the arms of the forest, where they could run without shame, howl without fear, and stretch their bones beneath the stars.

The world, however, does not always love what it cannot understand.

So the Moon’s Children learned to hide.

They wore gloves to keep their claws unseen.

They smiled carefully, so no one would see their sharp teeth beneath.

And when the moon pulled at their hearts like a mother calling her lost child — they went quietly, so no one would know they were ever gone.

It is said that if you listen closely, on the coldest nights, you can still hear them running through the trees — wild, free, and soft as shadows.

They were never monsters.

They were just children who belonged too much to the night.

You thought you were careful.

You thought the Elvenking wouldn’t notice the way you slipped away each night, feet quiet as breath, vanishing past the great stone gates of the Woodland Realm and into the forest like a ghost.

You thought he wouldn’t see how you flinched when the full moon rose, how you kept your distance, how you wore gloves even when the nights were warm — as if you were hiding claws.

But Thranduil was no fool.

A thousand years had taught him how to watch, how to read the things left unsaid.

And tonight, when you thought yourself unseen, he followed.

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You ran until the trees swallowed you whole, until the shadows softened your shape, and the pulse beneath your skin grew too loud to ignore.

You knew you didn’t have long — the shift always came whether you wanted it or not.

Bones breaking, skin burning, breath shallow as the beast inside of you woke.

You let it happen in the dark, far away from the eyes of elves who would never understand.

But when you opened your eyes again, fur damp with sweat, breath heavy in your wolf form — he was there.

Leaning against a tree, calm, still, but eyes sharp as moonlight.

"You’ve been lying to me," Thranduil said quietly. "Why?"

You froze. Panic sharp and wild in your chest. No one was supposed to see. No one was supposed to know.

But his voice softened, almost dangerous in how gentle it was:

"Did you think you could carry this alone forever, little wolf?"

He caught you that night — not with chains or cold words, but with hands gentle as silk, slipping through your fur as if you were something precious, something fragile.

You tried to run, but he moved faster. And when you snarled, he didn’t flinch.

Instead, he knelt before you and murmured:

"If you must bite, then bite me."

And you did.

You sank your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, half-mad with the ache in your chest and the beast roaring in your head.

But Thranduil only sighed, like your bite soothed him.

After that night, the game changed.

He let you shift when the moon called, but he never let you do it alone.

You would wake to find him beside you, pale fingers threading through your fur, tracing the line of your ears until you pressed into his hand despite yourself.

"You hide so much of yourself," he whispered once, stroking behind your ear in slow, careful circles. "But I see you. Even like this."

And when you shifted back — trembling, ashamed — he would brush the wild hair from your face and spend long hours untangling it, combing it smooth with careful hands.

On the worst nights, when the pull of the wolf was too much, when you could barely breathe without feeling like something inside you might break — he would let you sleep at his side, curled small beneath the weight of his arm.

You, all teeth and bones and trembling breath.

Him, cool and steady and untouchable.

As if he could hold the wildness in you quiet by keeping you close.

"You don’t have to hide from me," he said once, voice a murmur against the crown of your head.

"You belong here. Right here. Where I can keep you safe… from yourself."

[starmocha]

Things about Caleb's myth that fucked me up so badly I had to take a 2.5-hr nap to escape the horrors, but the horrors followed me into my dreams:

SPOILERS FOR CALEB'S MYTH - DECOHERENCE

The prologue of the myth begins 10 years prior to the actual myth, and basing off of Caleb's current age in the main story, this would mean he is only 15-years-old at the start of his myth, which would also mean MC is roughly 12 or 13-years-old.

These are children who have been modified to be war weapons.

Their consciousness can be controlled by others. They have no free will. Again, these are children being controlled and modified by adults in power, used as weapons to kill.

God knows how long they've been kept in captivity to be experimented on, modified, and used by others to kill and destroy.

There are no mentions of their families and no known memories of life outside of the lab. We don't know if they were orphaned, abducted, sold/given away, or even born in the lab itself.

The very image of a young MC, roughly 12 or 13, being sent off to war, where she is programmed to kill. When she is injured, she is sent back to the lab to be "fixed" and have her memories wiped clean.

Repeatedly. For years.

She's aware of everything that is happening to her, but she's resigned to her fate.

She is so desensitized to everything that she no longer (if ever) has feelings of her own (until Caleb changes all of that).

Even something most people would take for granted is so foreign to MC, like the feeling of temperature changes. The lab maintains a consistent cool temperature, so when she feels the summer heat for the first time, she notices immediately. Not just the heat but event he feeling of grass brushing against her calves. These are all foreign feelings to her.

And Caleb knows this. He knows these are new sensations she is experiencing for the first time in her life, and he wants to show her more. He wants to take her wherever she would like to go.

The only places MC has ever been to outside of the lab were to battlefields. Battlefields. A fucking child only knowing battlefields. Sent to kill and destroy because she is under the control of researchers and the fucking government.

The fact that both of them never knew their actual names (assuming they've even had one to begin with), having only heard their codenames being used within the lab.

MC gave Caleb his name, and after her memories were wiped after their first attempt to escape, his name was one of the few things she could retain in her memories.

His name alone anchored her as she is continuously being used as a weapon. The repetitiveness of her "life" leaves her as nothing more than an empty shell of a person.

Caleb and MC never knowing freedom.

Their fist escape as children was very brief before they were recaptured.

To discourage this, they were modified again to be each other's kill switch, activating only whenever they become emotionally closer to one another.

They've literally never known peace for longer than a few minutes, if it could even be counted as such.

They were always within distance of one another in the lab, separated by a wall. A wall with a one-way mirror.

MC was always able to see Caleb, hear him speak, but never knowing that the heartfelt words he had spoken were to her.

And Caleb never knowing that she was watching him all of those years and hearing him speak.

Caleb always knowing that he loves her, enough so that he wants to be the one to bear her pain so she doesn't have to.

As stated earlier in the myth during the prologue, the memories wiped clean are only the ones the scientists know of.

They don't know about MC's memories hearing Caleb speaking to her through the wall.

So she has remembered everything he has said in the 10+ years of captivity, and later repeated them back to him verbatim.

The fact that Caleb grew up in such a dark, cruel place was capable of more empathy than others.

His empathy and love for MC is so strong that he actually feels her suffering even though he couldn't see her.

This whole theme of humanity throughout the myth. Caleb and MC are modified weapons, who presumably shouldn't have feelings and empathy and yet they've displayed so much to one another. Helen and her grandson who have lived in a wartorn town have also shown empathy to two strangers even in the final moments when their city was about to be destroyed again.

However, the scientists who worked at the lab, the rulers who craved control and power...all of these people are the true monsters.

Honestly one of the most powerful lines in the myth imho:

Absolutely so fucked up that I felt relief in the end that even though they both end up dying, they chose to die together, because that way neither will have to be without the other person.

Their true freedom comes from their deaths.

They can only be together. In Death.

They didn't choose to be weapons. To kill and destroy.

They had their whole childhood stolen from them.

The only choices they've ever made was wanting their freedom and being with the one they love, wanting the one they love safe and protected.

And they were punished for it. Punished for wanting basic living rights that all sentient creatures deserve to have.

MC has been resigned, broken down to be compliant since childhood. But one of her few thoughts she had on her own is so powerful, you can feel her anger. And we cheered.

Their true happiness comes from the last few minutes together. Their journey to find their own paradise ends in this moment.

And the myth ends. Just like that. With a bang. (Sorry)

I will be suffering with all of this knowledge for the next 3-5 business months bye

[icantbelieveitsnotbutler]

Who is Ciel Phantomhive?

Manga spoilers under the cut.

The events of the manga (so far) have led readers to believe that o!Ciel is the younger brother of r!Ciel and took on his identity after the older twin's death. This would mean that o!Ciel has a true name, as of yet unrevealed.

However, I believe it's possible that o!Ciel was actually born Ciel Phantomhive, while r!Ciel is the younger twin whose name we don't know.

I propose that o!Ciel first began showing signs of his illness in infancy or very early childhood. His parents, knowing that it was the same lifelong illness Rachel suffered from and would impede his duties as the queen's watchdog, decided to switch their identities and raise r!Ciel as Ciel Phantomhive, the heir to the earldom.

If they switched them early enough, at the first signs of illness, no one else, not even the twins themselves, would be aware. In fact, Madame Red and Elizabeth, the ones closest to them and featuring the most in their childhood flashbacks, couldn't tell that o!Ciel had taken on his brother's identity after their kidnapping.

Tanaka is the only one I believe might be aware, but is keeping it a secret for his own reasons (loyalty to the previous earl?). While he is currently seemingly on r!Ciel's side in the manga, he could be acting as a double agent.

There might even be evidence that o!Ciel was born first.

This is from the twin reveal flashback:

By this time, the hair direction of each twin is firmly established. Rachel is holding o!Ciel, with his hair going to the (our) left, while Madame Red is holding r!Ciel, whose hair swoops right. But which was born first?

Here's part of Madame Red's cinematic record, which I will break down panel by panel:

In the first panel, the midwife is holding r!Ciel, who we can tell was born just moments ago because she is announcing his sex.

In the second panel, Rachel is holding o!Ciel, who was born first. She is telling him that she's glad that r!Ciel was born.

In the third panel, Rachel tells Madame Red to take r!Ciel from the midwife.

Panels 4-6 are Madame Red holding r!Ciel. In the sixth panel, Rachel is still holding o!Ciel, but he's out of frame because the twin reveal hasn't happened yet.

In the seventh panel, she tells the baby who she's holding, o!Ciel, that his nose is just like 'that person's.'

While I believe that o!Ciel actually is the legitimate earl and born as Ciel Phantomhive, that isn't why he is clinging so vehemently to the name and title.

Getting called out for identity theft wouldn't make someone react like this, entering a near-cataonic state, followed by an angry outburst. The shock could be from seeing his brother come back from the dead, but why should o!Ciel be so enraged that his beloved brother should reclaim his (seemingly) rightful identity?

I don't believe that it is jealousy, pride, or entitlement that caused this reaction.

O!Ciel believes that he himself is fundamentally incapable of being Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

The only way he can fulfill this role and achieve his revenge is by becoming his older brother.

Even in his dealings with Sebastian, he believes that he can't handle the demon as himself, and must act as his brother instead.

This can be seen in his personality change after he takes on his brother's identity; he assumes a cold, aloof, independent demeanor, more like r!Ciel and his father, whereas before he was sweet and allowed himself to be open and rely on others.

When he is triggered in the green witch arc, this artificial self falls away and he becomes the self that had been suppressed to that point. That self had been stunted, still 10 years old and freshly traumatized, believing himself to be inferior and incapable.

When his brother comes back from the dead, o!Ciel can no longer become his brother to disassociate from himself and regresses again.

What o!Ciel doesn't realize is that r!Ciel's strength is also a facade. R!Ciel believes that he must be strong to protect his sickly younger brother.

Contrary to what o!Ciel believes, he is just as capable as his brother, if not more so. The things he's achieved as earl have been done by him, not his brother. He is pretending to be his brother, but that doesn't magically give him his brother's abilities. His successes have been due to his own intelligence and persistence.

Sebastian isn't contracted to him and desire his soul above all others because he's an earl or because his name is Ciel. He was called across dimensions not by a lord or the persona o!Ciel has adopted, but by the strength of o!Ciel himself.

On this page, o!Ciel is not pretending to be his brother. He's not an earl and doesn't yet have a demon to protect him. He is a child, completely alone and vulnerable, and instead of cowering and giving up, he threatens to kill the room full of his adults captors.

My wish for the manga is that o!Ciel realizes his worth outside of his identity as Earl Ciel Phantomhive, real or not. But if I'm being honest, I do hope that the boy Sebastian is contracted to is named Ciel, because the idea of a demon pursuing the soul of a person named 'heaven' is extremely satisfying to me.

[wisdom-devotee]

It’s Mother’s Day here in England and my actual mum is working so since I can’t spend time with her today I’d like to talk about some of my favourite motherhood myths of Greek mythology! This’ll only include the goddesses, though — sorry Penelope, Clytemnestra, Deidamia and Danaë </3

Thetis and Achilles

The Song of Achilles ruined Thetis’s reputation, in this essay I will—

This is an experience applicable to that of a mother whose child is suffering from a terminal illness. She knows, especially once Achilles is in Troy, that Her child is going to die and there is nothing She can do to stop it. She has known that for most of his life, but it became more real by the time we get to the Iliad, and Thetis spends the whole book in mourning.

She frequently brings up the fact that She must be the least respected goddess of all of them, because She was forced into marrying a mortal man, when the other gods knew he would die, as would any offspring they had together, and Thetis would be alone. Peleus is old at the time of the Iliad, and Thetis stays at the bottom of the ocean by the Greek War Camp in Troy rather than in Her own home, because She can’t bear to see old age take him.

She went to so many lengths to protect this son she loved so much, going as far as to dip him into the River Styx in the hopes he wouldn’t die. And it was all in vain.

And yet, She loves that boy endlessly. Every time She appears in The Iliad it is to be there for Her son, to do everything She can to make sure that his last days are joyous instead of miserable. She’s grieving someone who isn’t even dead yet. She’d already given Achilles the urn that She wanted him to rest in once he was gone.

And the only reason this is Her fate is because there was a prophecy that Her son would outdo his father, and Poseidon and Zeus (who’d previously both wanted to make love to Her) didn’t want to be outdone, obviously, so they had Her marry a mortal man.

Athena and Erichthonius

So in this myth, Athena was pursued by Hephaestus who was upset over His divorce from Aphrodite and Her affair and such. Athena, being the virgin goddess that She is, wanted nothing to do with any of it and fled. He managed to get to Her and ‘dropped His seed’ on Her leg. She wiped it off in disgust and didn’t realise that in doing so, Gaia became pregnant with Erichthonius.

Gaia of course didn’t want to raise this child and gave him back to Athena, who raised him herself in Athens, where he later became King and started the Panathenia festival and built Her statue in the Acropolis.

Athena, for this myth, is sometimes regarded to have a very specific relationship with motherhood in that She raises those born under unusual circumstances. Ericthonius being one example, She also in some versions helped Leto with the birth of Apollo.

Demeter and Persephone

You can’t make a post about divine mothers and not include Demeter. I hate the way this myth is retold in the modern day trying to either basically write out Demeter or make Her a horrible mother who is just overprotective.

This myth can exist without it demonising any party involved. This is one of our death myths about death taking a young person before their time, leading to insatiable grief for Demeter. It represents how the death of a child affects their mother and as someone whose had a sibling die, being able to see my own mother reflected in the gods (particularly Hera and Demeter) is genuinely beautiful to me.

But this myth is also written on the context of the Ancient world in which it was common that mothers and daughters would be separated by marriage without their consent. Hades is taking Persephone, but Demeter is a goddess, so She has the power to get Her daughter back, which most of the mortal women of the time would not have been able to do.

Nobody has to be a villain here — Demeter’s grief is understandable and allowed to exist. Persephone is allowed to be scared. But Hades and Zeus are not in the wrong either, necessarily; they’re going along with the status quo. And in Hades’s case, going with the death metaphor, that really isn’t His fault.

In this myth I think it’s notable that, as far as I’m aware, Persephone is okay. It was a rocky start but She’s respected as Queen of the Underworld and is incredibly powerful. That surely must have been reassuring for women in antiquity who were terrified of what marriage would be like, to know that it could be fine.

Fun fact: apparently girls in Ancient Greece who died before marriage would be called Brides of Hades.

Nemesis and Helen

In most versions of the myth, Helen’s mother is Leda, queen of Sparta, wife of Tyndareus. But others have her mother as Nemesis, the goddess of Divine Retribution.

I personally love the version of Helen with this parentage because of the implications it has on the fate of Troy. Helen, the supposed cause of the Trojan War (which was fated to happen) is the product of The King of the Gods, and the Goddess who balances the scales of good and bad fortune. Basically suggesting that Helen was always going to be a significant figure in the game of fate. Additionally, if we look specifically at Nemesis’s vengeance and how She punishes acts of hubris, plus Zeus’s domains over Xenia rights, then Helen being kidnapped against Xenia and that leading to the downfall of Troy is also really interesting as an aspect of her parentage — like she is the embodiment of a punishment for Xenia not being adhered to.

However, I also want to talk about the myth itself in which Nemesis has Helen. In this She is chased by Zeus. In some versions, He is Her father, in others, she is the child of Nyx alone. Either way, Zeus took the form of a swan, while Nemesis took the form of a goose to escape Hum. (As a side note, Helen’s family has a lot of weird connections to seabirds and I’m so here for it.) Nemesis did not want to have a child with Zeus, but was forced into doing so anyway, and Helen was the result.

It means a lot to me that even the Goddess of Divine Retribution can, Herself, face suffering and hardships and be a victim. That idea that being a victim does not make you powerless, and that even the one in control of fortune isn’t immune to it, is something that can be incredibly reassuring.

In this version of the myth, Helen is still raised by Leda and Tyndareus, as Nemesis gives her up. Yet another aspect of motherhood that I find to be so important is that sometimes people are just not able, not prepared, or even do not want to be parents, and this is not wrong of them. It is also emphasised that, as much as what Nemesis experienced was cruel and She was not bad for giving Helen up, Helen herself is still the most beautiful mortal woman, and therefore it is not the fault of the child themselves what the circumstances of their birth were. Which is, of course, obvious. But it means a lot for it to portrayed.

Hera and Hephaestus

I know She’s often depicted as a cruel mother who is awful, but honestly most of the awful things She does are to the children Zeus had during His affairs, not Her own. Of course, there is Hephaestus, but He’s actually the one I wanted to talk about when it comes to my favourite myth of Hera and motherhood — shocking!

Unfortunately motherhood isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, and this myth demonstrates that. Hera was furious when Zeus had Athena, proof of another affair, and in vengeance decided to give birth to Her own child without His help too. Hephaestus was the result of that. There are ofc versions of Athena’s birth where Hephaestus already existed as He took the axe to Zeus’s head to free Her, but in those versions I’d guess Hephaestus was born after some other affair of Zeus.

I see Hera throwing Hephaestus from Olympus when She discovered He was disabled as a depiction of postpartum depression. It was common for a long time for a child born unhealthy to be seen as the fault of the mother, and since Hephaestus didn’t even have a father, there was nobody to blame but Hera. This would’ve caused Her so much shame, and didn’t prove the point she was trying to make against Zeus and Athena at all.

Perhaps She felt that if she’d failed already, there was no way she could give him a good life or show anyone what she’d done. So she threw him from Olympus not because she found him ugly, but because She was at such a low emotional point that She was sure it would be better for Him to not have to be raised by Her, and for Her to never need to think about Him again.

He was taken in by Thetis, who had been raised by Hera, so I also like to imagine Thetis looking after him FOR Hera’s sake, knowing She isn’t in the mental state to do so Herself.

Their relationship in The Iliad is so important to me because while Hephaestus is angry at spiteful about what Hera did to Him (and rightfully so!) they also have a few moments of genuine care for each other. And I love that, because parental relationships can be so complex.

[strawberrypumpkins]

Thinking about hybrids! Task 141 

CW : I haven't played any COD yet; I'm inexperienced in the characters. I just briefly know of the 4 characters, and I'm going to base what I know and some headcanons on this fic. 16+. Maybe OOC.

Tags: Hybrid!AU , Omegaverse, Captain John Price, Simon Riley, Gaz, Johnny MacTavish—Soap. This is my AU, and so it's going to have bits and pieces of how I feel and go around these things. My formatting may be weird too, but it's a work in progress for me.

Thinking about 

Bear hybrid! Captain John Price. An apex predator and the father figure of the group of 4 other men despite just being 38, the men look up to him as their captain and rely on him to speak for the group. John Price had been an early presenter even before he came out as an alpha; he already had the demanding attitude in tow and knew how to command people before he knew how to walk. It was no surprise when, at the early age of 13, he was already sure of his secondary gender. John Price, when not sending his men on missions or going with them, is cooped up in his room sleeping as more bears do when they are free, or he's standing in the kitchen of the common room of his men's dormitory, spending his time baking stuff. He's recently found an affinity for making good apple and berry pies.

Scent: Smells thickly of pines and a wet, musky forest. Over time he also picked up the scent of tobacco; it isn't an adaptation to his scent, but as he's often smoking one, it just seemed to stick onto him.

Falcon hybrid! Kyle Garrick. The prettiest bird on the team and possibly in the whole base. Gaz is probably the only hybrid between the 5 other hybrids that pays close attention to how he looks and how his room and nests look—yes, despite being an alpha, he does have a nest; for him, the alphas in the bird kingdom are the ones to have nests; they decorate them beautifully and make sure to scent them on a regular basis; it has to be perfect for their mate, and even though he doesn't have one yet, who knows when he might get one? He needs to be perfect, grooming his long-spanned feathers off the floor during his shedding and tucking them into the soft materials of his nest; he's the first to wake up every morning, using the extra two hours to make himself look and smell presentable. When he's off missions and not grooming himself or recleaning his room and nest, he's perched in the common room in front of Johnny, grooming the hare. He's the only one who lets poor Kyle keep them clean.

Scent: Unlike most alphas, who have thick musky scents, Kyle's own is the more calming one between all 5 and the most "omega-like," as Simon once coined it. It's like a breath of fresh air, like a warm summer day with a hint of a breeze, extremely soothing.

German shepherd! Simon Riley. Although he is dominant, he doesn't really rely on his canine counterparts; in fact, he hates them to a certain degree. He doesn't relate to being an alpha or a canine, and it mildly has to do with his traumatic childhood. Born to a feline mother and canine father, it was obvious to everyone they were a bad match to begin with. Simon was a late bloomer; usually at the age of 14-16, people started developing their second genders. Simon, although a canine, had been a mildly lanky child from the moment he started to know how to walk. He'd gotten his father's features, bright blue eyes and blonde hair, but the problem was he took a crucial part from his mother, her femininity. His father didn't like that; how dare his child be an Omega? That was what started the abuse that would be inflicted on him till he grew up, running away from home when he turned 18. It was only after he'd accepted that maybe he was a beta and he could start afresh that his awakening happened as an Alpha; to say he was beyond pissed was an understatement. Why didn't he present earlier? He could've prevented all the abuse inflicted on him and his family. 

But he doesn't let this stop him from living his life; in fact, it does the opposite. He works better, needs to be better, and climbs his way through this new life. He wouldn't stop until he was strong, strong enough to protect his family and anyone else close to him. He locks up his feelings and continues with life until he finally joins Captain Price's team, who slowly remove his walls and help him with acceptance. It doesn't take long for him to start bickering with Johnny and accepting that he's now in a pack. One that truly accepts him for him. When off missions, he's in the common room, reading novels or sparring with other members on base; on some rare occasions, he plays video games with Soap in the Hares room. 

Scent: Much to his dismay, he smells like rainy days, which he finds extremely ironic, as he hates the rain and thunderstorms, anything that reminds him of his childhood or the trauma he went through, and petrichor. 

Hare Hybrid! Johnny Mactavish. Basically a glorified rabbit, Johnny doesn't act like most hares act, like reclusive and not so friendly; he's the opposite, acting more like rabbits, he'd pass off for another breed of rabbit if it weren't for his overly long ears, big body, and surprisingly fast feet. Johnny is the son of the group, always willing to help anyone else; he won’t ever say no; he always has a smile on his face and is down to do what you want when everyone else says no. Johnny spends his time in many different ways, drinking with König when the man doesn't want to socialize but hang out—Johnny can keep the man company in silence, although he does crack a joke once or twice—being a taste tester for Price, letting Kyle groom him, and occasional sleepovers with Simon—which just means he enters the canine's room, makes himself comfortable in the den, and falls asleep—which the canine really doesn't mind either way. What does the hare like to do on his own? He likes to watch Price cook; he likes to pick up the berries Price deems unworthy and chomp away on them, bonus points if there's apple skin covered in cinnamon. If not that, then he settles for going for hikes in the forest; he's free, and he has fun scavenging, running around, or sleeping under the giant willow tree a few meters off base.

Scent: Smells of soft wild berries, often has a sugary scent to him, could be taken for an omega's scent, but when with him for prolonged areas, the scent is more sickeningly sweet than soft.

Notes: I was too tired to add Konig, but I promise I'll make his own in a day or so.

Also notice how I write a lot about Simon? Sorry 🙏🏽, I just love his character so much.