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i NEED a angst fic (with a happy ending ofc) based on tolerate it by taylor swift please 🙏 big chance it’s been done before though and im just the most unoriginal bitch ever

tolerate it ❀ s. reid x reader

in which spencer reid gets out of prison, and you baselessly feel like your relationship is growing increasingly one sided.  pairing: spencer reid x reader genre: angst tags: post prison reid. neglectful bf spencer reid. happy (open) ending. communication yippee. themes of self doubt in reader. mentions of spencer not eating.  word count: 2k a/n: writers block isn't real you just need to watch criminal minds season 12 episode 13 'spencer' and then listen to tolerate it on repeat for three hours straight. iiii know human beings don't talk in long monologued speeches but for the sake of my sanity let us pretend i am shakespeare and spencer reid is my leontes. plzzzz tell me if u liked this or if u didn't yay thank u ily

i sit and watch you. i notice everything you do, or don't do. (lines 3–4)

A fork scrapes against ceramic. It emits a scratching sound that hurts your ears, and you're cringing from your curled up position on the couch as you hear it. Silverware shines beneath the bright, warm glow of his kitchen light, his food barely dented as he pushes it around his plate. 

He's been playing with it since he sat down to eat it. 

You're not too sure what's going through his head as he takes barely there bites of a meal you cooked. You don't think you want to know. But it takes him all of twenty three minutes to come to the same conclusion he made last night, and every other night before that. That he isn't going to eat any more of the food, and just like his fork, his chair scrapes against the floor as he stands. 

He wraps the plate in aluminium foil, the crinkling of metal being your only indicator that he has plans to eat it later. At least, that's what you hope. 

When he disappears into the bedroom, you follow him. Like a lovesick puppy, you're trailing after him, and your chest feels hollow with how embarrassing it all is. 

He doesn't know you're watching him, though. 

At least, not to the extent you are. He's field trained enough to know that you're keeping an eye on him, but your silence is only indicative of you giving him the space he so politely asked for three days ago. He's not in his right mind to assume you're silent for any other reason, and you've battled to a loss with the thoughts of letting him into your disaster of a brain. 

He doesn't need to know that.

The ensuite door shuts behind him, and you hear the water turn on minutes later. You take the cue to curl up on your side of the bed, your fingers toying with the paper edges of a book you now had in your lap. The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, for you were rediscovering your love for children's novels amongst this trying time between you and Spencer. 

"Hey, did you buy me more shampoo?"

Your head lifts at the voice, the snowy Narnia world you had built in your brain shattering in an instant, as you're met with the dull colours of Spencer Reid's bedroom, and a showered and dressed Spencer Reid standing only a few feet away. His bedroom hadn't always been dull. Really, nothing had actually changed artistically within it to make it dull. But there's something about no longer laughing in a room once filled with so much love that mutes its vibrance. 

"Yeah," you say, dog-earing the page you were on and slipping it onto the nightstand. "I saw you were running low."

His lips part as he exhales, and you hate that you can tell he's pushing away something snippy. It wasn't that he was actively trying to start fights with you, but his temper has grown short, and he has more anger in his heart than before. 

"You didn't get the right one, that's all."

And though it isn't said rudely, your chest opens up like a black hole regardless, and a thick ball of emotion lodges in your throat.

"I'm sorry," you force past your lips, despising the hollow sound of your sad voice, and the fact that he notices it. His eyebrows frown towards each other at the sound of you, and he takes a step towards the bed.

It's pathetic, right? To be this upset over him letting you know the thing you bought him wasn't correct. In that almost fake sounding soft, kind voice he has when he is trying to keep his unnecessary frustration at bay. 

But it wasn't like this was the first time you'd done something for him in recent, and been told you did it wrong, instead of simply being thanked. Acts of service he was finding problems within no matter what they were, each new critique chipping away at the scales of your self confidence. You don't even think he's meaning to do it.

Every time this happens, memories of the other times flash violently in your head, reminding you that he could not find the beauty of being cared for by you the way he had before this. This, this thing you were barely even able to string the letters of together, because it seemed so foreign and faraway to you. Spencer Reid in prison is not a sentence that makes sense in this — or any other — timeline. You don't think it ever will. And yet.

You'd cooked him meals every single day since he got out. Meals he'd barely ever touch, wrap in foil, then put in the fridge for his work lunch the next day. You don't know if he's even eating them at work, or if he's just taking them there to throw them out. You've been too scared to reach out to any of his team members to ask. Knowledge is power, but knowledge makes his negligence all too real. 

There's a fear in calling it negligence. It isn't fair of you to expect the same man before and after prison, and you know he's dealing with more than you can fathom. You were prepared for distance. 

Just not this much.

The submerged sound of your name tugs you from your thoughts, and suddenly Spencer is closer than he was before, and he's repeating your name over and over in calling. Once you rapidly blink and shake your head, he determines you've returned to Earth, and he's falling silent again. There's concern knitting his eyebrows together, and he's got his hands hovering in the air, as if he's reaching for you, but second guessing himself at the same time. 

"Whats going on in your brain?" he asks you after a few beats of the two of you just staring at each other. 

Like a dam breaking, his question triggers an onslaught of emotions, and every fear and insecurity you've had inside you spills out.

"I feel like you suddenly hate me," your eyes rapidly search the duvet in front of you for your words. "Or��or I annoy you with my presence? Or my care? I mean, I try to do things for you and you barely even spare them a second glance, or thought. You barely talk to me anymore outside of updating me on your schedule. We sleep with miles of distance between us," you gesture to the bed beside you. "I cook you meals you don't eat, I wash your clothes you don't fold. Both of which are things that I'm fine with, because I can't imagine how skewed your appetite is, and I—I know laundry is a trigger now. But there is not even a slight hint of you—you being thankful. You know, appreciative. I feel like I'm following you around like a servant, and I'm doing things with no gratitude in return. I'm doing things I shouldn't have to, because I'm your girlfriend. Not your maid. But they are things that I want to do, because I care for you, and I love you," you pause, a self deprecating smile appearing on your face. "And—and you haven't even told me you love me since the day we got you home. Do you even love me, still? No, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know. I mean, I do. I don't know. God, Spencer, can you say something?"

He doesn't. For a long while, he stares at you, and you train your eyes on the pattern on the bedding you're currently sitting under. His gaze is pulverising, and every second that passes is another limb turning to dust beneath it. His silence should be enough of an answer for you. Yet, you hold onto groundless hope still.

It feels like eternity has passed you by, by the time you hear his voice again.

"I don't mean to make you think I don't love you," he says. "I do love you. Which feels meaningless to confess to you now, knowing how you feel, and I wish my expansive knowledge of words could come up with a confession that does justice to how you feel, but also makes you feel better. I can only hope you take it at face value, and don't assume I'm saying it because it's what you want me to say." 

He finds a seat on the bed in front of you, fingers fidgeting with each other as he fixates on the wooden flooring in front of him. 

"I am grateful for everything you've done for me recently. I'm sorry I haven't expressed that. I'm having a hard time putting one foot in front of the other, let alone stringing together sensical thoughts. I wish I could tell you what my mind sounds like without feeling guilty about it. It isn't nice, and every thought I have is far from positive," he lifts his eyes to you, and you watch in real time as they soften, for the first time since he came home. "I will tell you that there's you. Among every awful thought and feeling I have, there is you. I think I... I think I've been coming across as ungrateful because you are a breath of relief after every bad thought and feeling. Am I making sense?" you nod your head, and he sighs in, namely, relief. "I take a step back from processing my emotions and figuring out how I'm going to talk about them with that bureau therapist when I think about you, because you are the one good thing I have to hold on to. So I just bask in the thought of you, or the sight of you, and focus on nothing else."

You aren't sure when you began to cry, and you only realise it when you have to sniffle before speaking. "You can focus on so many things at once, though." 

"Not anymore," he admits, looking back down. "I don't know what's happened. I've gone from having a brain that works inhumanly — which is objectively an incorrect statement, but I digress — to one that cannot multitask on two separate things at once." 

"Oh," you whisper. "I see."

"I'm so sorry I've made you feel as though your efforts go unnoticed, honey," he murmurs. "They don't. This has just been really difficult."

"I know," you say, wiping your tear stained face with the back of your hand. 

There's a part of you that wants this to be the end of it. The end of self doubt, and distance, and instead the beginning of your relationship rebuilding itself alongside Spencer. 

There's a larger, more logical part of you, that knows you cannot just sweep every self conscious doubt under the rug and move on. 

"I just want some time," you tell him, and his shoulders tense as you speak. "Not to—not to break up. Or even for us to have a break. I don't want that. I've just felt very... unloved. Like you're merely tolerating my presence in your life. And now, I know you aren't. But I have to find my confidence in myself in this relationship again before I can move on."

"Okay," his voice is strained as he speaks, and you know he's not exactly content with your request for space.

You try not to focus on that, in order to stand firm in your decision. 

That is where the conversation ends. And just like every other night, he climbs into bed and leaves a considerable amount of distance between your two bodies. You choose not to dwell on it, because this is now him giving you the space you so politely requested. You were catastrophising, and you'd be damned if you let such a thing control your life any longer. 

It maybe wasn't all in your head, but you still had to take the self doubt shaped dagger from your stomach out.

now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. (line 30)

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Hii 👋 i really love your works i would eat it if i can, especially freelance inventor, will you ever countinue writing it? (Sorry if it sound rude, English is not my first language)

"So what's the deal with them?" Steph dares to ask when Bruce and Mr. Fenton finish passing out the souvenirs the inventor brought back. She wasn't sure why she was included in the gift giving, as she never even met the man before, but she now had a bowl from Irland tucked in her purse.

She's heard about Mr. Fenton through Tim and a bit from Jason. Both boys practically worshiped the ground the man stepped on. She understood that, on some level, they owed him their lives.

Jason, after being rescued from the Joker and Tim after Mr.Fenton found him on the rooftops all those years ago. She won't lie. How they spoke about Mr.Fenton painted a completely different image in her mind.

She expected someone regal, with a cold, calculating glance, who could figure out what she was expecting with a mere glance. Someone that she wouldn't be surprised if he was found tucked away in a pure white lab, working with glowing chemicals. She knows that they never claim Mr.Fenton was terrifying, but she had personally witnessed Dick threaten to tell Bruce to the man.

If he could make Batman cower by his mere mention, Steph had been expecting someone closer to what an evil version of Alfred would be.

Instead, she got a man in faded jeans, beat-up boots, and gentleness that hurt her teeth with how sweetly he smiled. If Bruce was a Bat, then Mr.Fenton could be a flower.

Gentle. Pretty. Unassuming.

Steph had logically known Mr. Fenton was a civilian. But she thought that he would be a scary one, at the least. Maybe someone in the justice system, a personal fighter like a boxer or hell, someone good with firearms.

"Hmm?" Damian glances up from his painting. Steph noticed that he has been doing a lot lately. Leaving his room to paint around the manor. She hasn't known the boy for long.

Steph had only recently forgiven Bruce for the whole Robin stunt he pulled (making her think she was his partner only to be used as bait for Tim, burned), and she wasn't around when Bruce's bio kid was found. Based on the stories Tim, Jason, and Dick shared, though, she thought he was a little more bloodthirsty.

He is more prone to violence after his upbringing, but he seemed to be shimmering down the last few weeks. Damian had apparently been given a talking to by Mr.Fenton, who took him out of the manor into the city for some "undercover training."

Steph hadn't been in Gotham then. She was busy helping a few teen titans with a mission that had her traveling to the other side of the world. But apparently, whatever harsh training Mr.Fenton had forced Damian to undergo had brought back peace to Wayne Manor.

Or as close as it could be.

He still referred to himself as the actual blood son.

"Bruce and Mr. Fenton," she repeated, nodding to where the pair could be seen conversing in the hallway. However, it looked more like Mr.Fenton was the only one talking. Bruce was too busy staring at him like he was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. "They seem really close, but in a weird way."

Damain's intense green eyes snap at her. She raises a brow, unwilling to let the brat see he made her flinch. "Do you have a problem with Father getting close to another man?"

It takes her a few seconds to understand why he sounds so guarded before she gasps. "It's not the gay thing! I don't care if their gay!"

"I should hope not. You come into our home and eat our food, Brown." The boy clicks his tongue distastefully. Steph has never seen someone look down their nose at someone two heads taller than them, but Damian proved it could happen. "I would not allow for homophobia to enter these halls. It is not within the rules of social justice."

"Social justice?" She repeats a little surprise that Damian was speaking to her without an insult so far. The only time the brat had bothered to talk to anyone besides Bruce had been to insult them. At least in the two months, she had seen him wander after her Teen Titians mission.

"Danny has pointed out that Father's civilian reputation is tied heavily with social justice. It would not due for his heir to cause trouble in his affairs." Damian places his paintbrush back on his canvas, sneaking glances at the window.

Curious, Steph creeps closer to take a peak and finds herself memorized by the water painting he is working on. It's Bruce and Mr.Fenton. In the painting, Bruce is staring lovingly at Mr.Fenton, who seems to be in the middle of laughing. Though neither have arms- Damian is working on those- it doesn't detract from their loving expressions.

"If it is not due to their gender, what do you find weird about Father and Danny?"

Steph considers the question before slowly getting closer, wanting to oversee the young boy splash some white into Mr.Fenton's eyes, making them appear glowing. "It's just.....weird how Bruce likes someone so normal. No training. No big fancy money. No ties to the capes. Just a man who's really good at science."

Damain shoots her a complicated glance over his shoulders before he slowly replies. "Yes. An average Joe, as you Americans would say. That is Danny."

"Right? Isn't it weird? And besides the fact Bruce is so obvious with his crush, Mr. Feton has no idea. But he can pull apart a toaster in ten minutes to curl Babs hair for her dance? Don't you think it's odd?"

Damian hums. "A true master does not need to show who they are until the blade is at their opponent's neck. But I will admit that Danny's appearance can be rather deceiving."

"Damian.....do you know something?"

The boy's face turned more complicated before returning his attention to his painting. He taps his paintbrush against his palate before he mutters. "I knew only Danny did not treat me like a rabid animal. He took me to the zoo. I haven't been outside the manor since his last visit and grew wary of these walls."

His words hit Steph like a brick. Her first instinct is to explain why it was essential to keep him here, but then she thinks more about it, and her teeth slam shut.

Crude, has she been acting like Bruce? Had she really allowed him to convince her that a child should be locked up like it was nothing? Then again, Damian isn't a prisoner here.

Even if he was, she helped break him out.

"Say, kid, you want to come with Tim and me to the mall this afternoon? I think they have an art store."

Damian twists around to stare in utter shock. For all his training, he really is just a kid because Steph can see the genuine yearning in his eyes as he tries to casually cover up his reaction with a regal shoulder shrug. "I suppose I will have time for more undercover training."

Strange, Steph thinks while texting Tim about Damian joining them. Mr. Fenton hasn't even spoken to me that long, and he already changed how I viewed Damian. Is this why Bruce is into a civilian?

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Heir To Rome

This is a new Emperor Geta imagine that I had an idea for, and I have a second part complete and waiting to post soon.

I hope you will all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

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Summary: All of Rome rejoice at the news of (Y/n)'s pregnancy, especially Geta. And he doesn't care for tradition or praying for a son; all he cares about is (Y/n).

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) could feel her stomach starting to churn. It was as if her insides had knotted themselves up into one large jumble that would never be able to be undone.

A grimace flooded her face and one arm bound around her middle in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort and hold herself together so no one noticed she wasn't her usual self.

It took most of her energy to try and force a smile onto her features when she heard the crowds begin to cheer. She hadn't been focusing on the games since they arrived. She felt bad. She was supposed to be supporting both Emperors and engaging in the games and taking an interest and instead, (Y/n) was sure the crowds would notice how distant and unamused she looked. But it wasn't as if she could help it.

She didn't feel well and trying to put her focus into watching men brutally slay one another and endanger animals wasn't something she felt she could do right now.

Moving her other hand, (Y/n) brushed her fingertips against her flushed temple and tried to tilt her head down towards the arm rest of her chair to hide her plagued expression. She pressed her temple further into her cold hand while her elbow dug down into the arm rest and she leaned towards the left, subconsciously leaning towards her husband in the process.

One leg crossed over the other and she curled slightly in her seat. (Y/n) didn't care if curling towards the left like this made her seem inconsiderate or rude to the people. She didn't care if it looked like she was turning away from them, she would rather be leaning towards Geta and hiding herself away than have them think she was crude or ignorant.

Maybe coming to the games hadn't been such a good idea after all, but (Y/n) hadn't felt able to say no. Whenever Geta asked her to accompany him to the games, she always ended up agreeing. It was such a thrill to see both Emperors enamoured by the games and betting on who would be the victor. And whenever Geta was given the opportunity to decide the fate of the gladiators, it made (Y/n) weak at the knees.

Seeing him stood there, smiling that small but knowing smile with that look of ultimate control and power in his eyes. There was something satisfying about his smirk and that glint in his eyes and seeing him stand to give his decision.

And on some occasions, Geta had taken to looking towards (Y/n) for her to make the decision for him. If she wanted him to spare someone, he would always relent and silently give the order to spare a life. It was one of the reasons why the people had taken to (Y/n) so quickly, they saw how kind and fair she was and how she calmed Geta down and helped him to see reason.

She hadn't realised she closed her eyes until she felt Geta's fingers softly gliding up and down her arm and she looked up to see him holding a glass of wine out towards her.

With a shake of her head, (Y/n) leaned closer to the edge of her seat until she could lay her head on Geta's shoulder and curl one hand around his exposed bicep. She nuzzled her cheek into the cloth of his robes as a shiver coursed through her when the crowd cheered and the unmistakeable scream of a life ending coursed through the air.

She felt the way Geta's frame rattled when he slammed the glass down on the table. Clearly the victor wasn't the one he had betted on winning.

His fingers began to drum against the arm rest, but when he looked back down at his wife, he furrowed his brows and leaned in close.

"Okay?" He murmured quietly against the top of her head, speaking into her hair while he tore his gaze away from the scene ahead of them. The maimed gladiator was being dragged away while the victor was congratulated and a new set of fighters were riled up to be brought in.

"Hm." Lying to Geta didn't seem like a good idea, but she didn't want to tell him how horrid she felt and risk ruining the games.

She might have to tell him she wanted to go for a walk soon so he and Caracalla could continue the games and she could go and wallow in discomfort in privacy. (Y/n) didn't want to lower the mood.

Her lips attached to the side of Geta's neck and she tried to take slow, calming breaths while she felt him lean his head on top of hers and inch closer to her side. She was sure her touch made a smile filter across his face and she felt his hand move to glide up and down her arm while they waited for the next game to begin.

"Ah, this one is a rogue."

Geta's voice caused (Y/n) to turn her head a little so her cheek was still against his shoulder but she could just about see down into the main arena. She wasn't sure she recognised the Gladiator, but then again, she didn't recognise most of them unless they had done something horribly wrong or Geta had pointed them out a few times before.

The gladiator did look rather trecherous with broken teeth on display beneath a snarl, dirt and muck covering almost every inch of his skin and his head shaved. Although (Y/n) wasn't sure whether Geta's comment implied he had bet for this gladiator to live or die. She guessed he had bet for him to live, this seemed like the kind of man who would stoop low to survive.

When the first cut was inflicted, (Y/n) felt Geta sit forward in his seat and she lifted her head so her chin was perched on his shoulder rather than her cheek.

Her left hand stayed curled around his arm and the action was soothing to Geta, for he moved his right arm so it was stretched across (Y/n)'s front and his hand was curled tightly around her thigh. He began absentmindedly stroking his thumb across the inside of her thigh while he leaned forward and curled his other hand into a fist which slammed down on the arm rest.

His lips curled into a savage grin as he watched the rogue take another good hit at his opponent, flashing streaks of blood across the sand.

(Y/n) was sure she could hear Caracalla chanting "Again, again!" as he sat forward and grinned.

She knew she shouldn't look, (Y/n) knew looking wouldn't make her feel any better.

Blood and guts was never something that made (Y/n) squeamish. She had seen the games over the years, she had been exposed to the violence they displayed and it bothered her conscience but never twisted her stomach or made her feel queasy.

Seeing a limb drop to the floor did indeed make (Y/n) feel queasy and worse for wear. She could feel a lump forming in her throat as she closed her eyes to try and remain calm and in control of her body.

Why was she feeling so wretched these last few days? Why did she have to feel so uneasy and sick now when they were supposed to be enjoying the games? This was supposed to be a celebration, a day of spectating and joyeous occasion. Feeling this down and under the weather only dampened the mood for everyone especially if (Y/n) told Geta how she felt.

She could feel a headache forming behind her eyes that could barely stay open even when she shifted her attention to focus on Geta rather than the scene at hand.

The sight of both geta and Caracalla lunging forward towards the balcony was a sight that should have made (Y/n)'s heart soar. It should have enlightened her to see her brother in law leaning over like he was about to jump into the arena himself to show them how it was done. She should have smiled with love and affection when she watched Geta lean his hip against the balcony and place his ring-clad hands down on the smooth marble to peer down for a better view.

The sight should have made her heart soar and brought a smile of endearment to her face. But the sight didn't move (Y/n) as much as the knots and tension in her stomach did. She wasn't sure whether she felt like she was going to be sick or melt into a puddle and neither option was appealing.

"Geta…"

(Y/n) wasn't sure what she wanted or even what she was trying to say, but she knew sitting here for much longer wasn't an option. She would rather be somewhere quiet and private if she was going to be sick. She didn't want people to observe her. But she knew if she tried to leave the colosseum without so much as telling her husband why, he wouldn't be impressed and would follow her immediately.

Her trembling hands moved to the armrests so she could push herself up from her seat, but standing up made (Y/n) lose her sense of balance.

Her head swayed from left to right and her eyes couldn't keep in focus as she felt her stomach give an awful twist. She reached her right hand down for Caracalla's chair that she tried to use as leverage to stay upright as she stepped closer to Geta.

A shudder tore through Geta when he felt a heavy hand rest on the back of his shoulder and he turned his head to look over his shoulder. But his eyes barely looked up and down his wife before she stumbled. He had no chance to ask why she had such a grave expression or why she wouldn't look at him.

He felt her hand slip from his shoulder and the whites of her eyes became visible as her knees bent and her body surged forwards.

A gasp broke free from Geta's lips and his hands grappled to grab his wife while his body jerked to the left to move in front of her. He could just foresee her head slamming into the marble balcony and spilling blood down to the arena floor.

It was hard to grab (Y/n) when they were both at a wrong angle, but Geta managed to curl his right arm around her waist and his left hand clamped on the back of her neck, gripping her by the scruff of her hair so her head bashed into his chest rather than the marble.

The force knocked him back and he had to plant both feet firmly on the floor so neither or both of them didn't fall over the edge.

He could hear the gasps of the crowds and he could see the gladiators pausing their attacks out the corner of his eye. It made him growl. He didn't want people spectating his wife, especially when she clearly wasn't well.

"Oh dear." Caracalla's hand fell to Geta's shoulder while his eyes roamed his sister in law to try and see what the problem was and why she had seemingly collapsed.

With a grunt, Geta pushed forward off the balcony and tried to grapple his arms around his wife a bit better. He didn't need to look to know she had passed out. He felt all the control fade out of her limbs the moment her weight fell onto him. There was nothing but Geta stopping her from crumbling to the floor like a broken piece of art.

It didn't take much to loop his arm beneath her knees and lift her frame up into his arms and he was glad when one of the Generals kindly leaned forward to nudge (Y/n)'s head onto his arm. It wouldn't look too good if her head hung limply over the back of Geta's arm like she had been slain.

"Move. Move." The word spat past Geta's lips while his expression turned to steel.

His lips pressed together into a thin line, his nose crinkled and his eyes narrowed as he weaved between the chairs, carrying his wife in his arms. Clearly she wasn't well, and he needed to take her somewhere private and fetch a healer.

(Y/n) tried her best to steel the shaking in her hands while she unclasped the golden cuff from her wrist. The jewellery was starting to make her sweat, and her necklaces had already been removed that had become tangled when Geta and the guards brought her back to the palace.

She took a deep breath to regulate her system again and pushed up from the sofa, despite the elderly gentleman healer who tried his best to urge her to sit back down.

"Please don't fuss and fetch the Emperor, please." She wasn't keen on healers. They were all kindly enough, but being examined and poked and prodded was never an easy thing, especially by a stranger.

She wasn't going to faint again, despite the news the healer had just given her. She was fine, and she needed to talk to Geta who was somewhere outside- she hoped.

Her hands knitted in her hair and tried to untangle the few knots that had formed in the mayhem of this mornings antics. She could feel the knots unfolding between her fingers, although her hair was still askew and somewhat resembled a birds nest at the back. She could feel it.

She could feel her energy dwindling once again when the door opened and her eyes set on Geta. He raged into the room like a sand storm. Sparks of gold glittering on the walls from how the light caught the crown nestled into his hair and the jewels cladding his fingers and the chains around his neck. He was like a diamond refracting light in all angles.

Her lips tried to curve into a smile while she eased back down into the sofa, it would be easier to sit than to waste energy trying to stand.

One leg crossed over the other while she slouched back against the cushion and tilted her head over the back of the sofa. But she made sure to keep her eyes on her husband, watching the way he stormed towards her with that certain look in his eyes that could go one of two ways, it could mellow and cool or ignite and explode.

Geta took a seat beside her on the sofa and one hand instantly curled around her thigh while the other cupped the side of her neck. He brushed his thumb across her jaw and over the expanse of her lower lip while he tilted her head back. Allowing him a better view so he could assess her and see for himself whether she was alright or not.

He hadn't quite believed the healer when he said that the Empress was much better and back to her usual self. Geta knew collapsing like that signified that there was something wrong. He had never known his wife to faint before, he had seen her when she was unwell or sick and feverish, but she hadn't collapsed out of nowhere like that before.

"Are you alright?" His thumb continued to trace her lip and jaw and he leaned in closer with scrutinising eyes that made (Y/n) feel like she was melting before him.

"I'm fine now," (Y/n) reached her hand up to cup Geta's wrist while she inclined her head to the side to lean into his touch. She found herself smiling when Geta hummed like he didn't truly believe her and his eyes showed he was still scrutinising her for any sign of unwellness or any marks or flushed skin. A simple sign that meant he could grab that healer and threaten him to find out what was truly wrong with his Empress.

She pushed forward until she was close enough to Geta that she could feel his breaths mingling with hers and his lips were almost touching hers. She could feel his parted lips inching closer to hers and how he ran his tongue along his lower lip as if in anticipation.

"But the healer did find something,"

"What?" There was a rather dangerous tone to Geta's voice that made (Y/n) breathless.

His voice was rugged and dangerous. His tone implied if there was the slightest thing wrong, Geta would see all of Rome burn in an effort to restore his Empress to health again. Geta would do anything for (Y/n); she and Caracalla were the only weaknesses he had.

If there was something wrong with (Y/n) that the healers couldn't dissipate then Geta would go to the Gods. He would pilgrimage, he would pray and go to the necessary temples in order to make the Gods heed his prayers and keep (Y/n) in health. Geta couldn't lose her. If he lost her or his twin then he himself would fall to his demise within a heartbeat.

"What did he find?"

Geta was surprised by the smile that lit up (Y/n)'s features; why was she smiling if the healer had found some sort of anomaly?

His eyes narrowed but he quickly looked down when he felt (Y/n)'s free hand move to curl around his wrist that was resting on her thigh. He watched with burning intensity as she unlatched his hand from her thigh but when she pressed his palm down on her abdomen, his eyes narrowed.

The message didn't get through for a heartbeat, until he realised exactly where she had moved his hand and why she was smiling and what she could be so happy about when they had previously thought she had been ill.

She was pregnant.

A gasp caught in the back of (Y/n)'s throat when both Geta's hands were suddenly cupping either side of her face and his lips crashed onto hers with wavering abandon. He kissed her so fiercely that he pushed her back into the sofa and his chest crushed down on hers in the best possible way.

His nails were almost piercing through into her skin with how tightly he was caressing her and she moved her hands to his upper biceps to steady herself and find a way to ground herself.

She felt him whispering "A baby," between feverish kisses that stole every ounce of air from her lungs and left her lips feeling swollen and bruised.

This was the only kind of news a healer could give which would make (Y/n) feel relieved and thrilled at the same time. She had been nervous until the healer smiled and gently broke the news. This was what they wanted. This was going to expand their family, their love, and secure Geta's place as Emperor. An heir meant leaving a legacy behind, but that also meant that people would desire (Y/n) to have a boy.

A boy meant an heir to train to be Emperor, someone to educate and learn and pass the crown down to. A girl meant they would have to look for alliances with neighbouring countries, that they would have to find a suitable heir to marry a daughter to.

But (Y/n) didn't want to think of it that way. She didn't want to think of this as providing Rome with an heir, because that wasn't her first thought. This was her and Geta having a child. This would be someone to love, someone to nurture, a piece of them to watch over and guide.

"We're having a child."

***

A smile fluttered across (Y/n)'s lips as the memory flooded her mind and those words circled on repeat in her head.

'We're having a child.' She could still hear those words in Geta's sweet tone from a memory which had quickly become one of (Y/n)'s most favoured memories.

Her head angled to one side and a fondness welled up inside her as she looked down and began to trace her hands across her bump. Her fingers glided up and down her stomach over her gown while she waited to see if she would feel some movement or if the baby was asleep for the night.

It wouldn't be long now.

The midwife had estimated that it would only be another two months before the baby was due, and (Y/n) was praying nothing would happen or go wrong in that time. She hoped she wouldn't have the baby until then. She had seen countless other women have their babies too early, and the end result was almost never pleasant.

She didn't want that to happen. (Y/n) didn't want to have her baby early and give them a poor chance at life, she didn't want to lose a baby. She knew people had been surprised when the Emperor's mother managed to have twins and lived through the ordeal. Much less that both sons had managed to survive.

It was usually the case that one twin would gain more strength and nurturing than the other, one would thrive and the other would grow weak and fall to demise.

(Y/n) was glad she wasn't having twins. She didn't fancy those kind of odds. The odds of losing her own life by trying to give life to two babies weren't good. It would be a high risk that at least one of them, whether that be (Y/n) or one of the twins would die if she were having two. The chances of safely having this one baby and being okay afterwards were much better.

She knew she wasn't going to be falling asleep anytime soon, but (Y/n) felt herself relaxing as she started to sink into her thoughts.

That was, until the bedroom door opened and the gratifying sight of her husband waltzing into the room like the higher authority he was made her look up.

Sometimes it seemed strange to see Geta without all the jewels he wore. He had no chains hanging heavy around his neck. There were no rings on each finger. No crown in his hair. No cuffs and golden bands on his wrists and no golden armour cladding his chest.

Right now, he was simply wearing a blood red robe that made (Y/n) wonder if he was wearing anything beneath that or not. She guessed he wasn't.

His lips quirked up into a lopsided smirk and he rose a brow when he caught her staring which she made no efforts to hide. Her eyes followed him as he glided across the marble floor barefoot and moved to sit on the bed beside her.

"Couldn't sleep?" His voice was quiet as if he thought there were servants lurking behind doors who might be trying to listen in on their conversation.

But they both knew they were completely enclosed in privacy in here. The only way into their bedroom was by walking through the main chamber out front which served as an office for Geta and a reading room for (Y/n). Back here, there was no risk of prying eyes spying on them or ears listening in.

His question made (Y/n) smile because they both knew it was late, and they each knew that Geta clearly couldn't sleep either since he looked wired. He often found it hard to sleep. State and official business wound him up and when he was in those moods he tended to rant and rage and spend time at his desk trying to come up with solutions.

"No, someone's been keeping me awake."

When Geta slouched back into the pillows and leant on his right elbow so he was facing her, (Y/n) reached out for his hand and moved to press his palm to where she felt another kick. She wasn't that annoyed that the baby was keeping her awake, feeling any sort of movement was nice. It reassured her that the baby was okay and the midwife told her that it meant they were strong. That was a good sign.

"So strong," Geta murmured while his thumb stroked up and down the base of her stomach and he leaned forward to attach his lips to the base of (Y/n)'s thrat. He felt the deep breath she took and when he grazed his teeth over her skin he felt her hand tighten around his wrist.

She wasn't entirely sure what he was doing but (Y/n) waited while Geta moved. She watched him twist to face her a little more and his hand remained on her stomach while he stayed propped up on his right arm and he leaned in closer to her. He tilted his head down so he could switch to kissing her shoulder and his cheek leaned against her skin which made her smile brightly. And she was sure she felt him grinning against her when she pressed a soft kiss to his hair.

(Y/n) didn't really want to break this little bubble they had surrounded themselves in and she didn't want to speak and shake the atmosphere, but she felt like expressing the gratitude she felt.

"Thank you, for staying with me and not taking the healer's advice." She pressed another kiss to Geta's hair while she took to gliding her hand up and down his arm from his elbow up towards his shoulder and back down again.

(Y/n) had been a little more than nervous when the healer suggested that they should reside in separate rooms from now until the baby was born. She didn't want to be alone. Of course, it was only suggested for evenings so they wouldn't share a bed because they weren't to be intimate with one another now, to make sure nothing went wrong and no harm was caused to the baby.

But Geta had dismissed the healer's advice straight away and that one fiery look he gave the older man stopped the healer or anyone else from trying to broach the subject again.

A quiet hum vibrated against her neck while Geta moved his hand to begin gliding his fingertips up and down her waist and up the side of her chest.

"He believes me to have no will power. Abstaining from you I can just about handle, but not being by your side is too much to ask."

Geta wasn't stupid, he knew what the healer was asking and he was willing to make the sacrifice of not being intimate with (Y/n). He didn't want to do anything that would put her or their child at risk. It was hard, looking at her and not being able to do anything more than kiss her. It was much harder than Geta ever thought.

He had never wanted someone in his life as much as he wanted (Y/n), that was why he dismissed all his women and concubines the moment they got engaged. And it was why he wouldn't go back to any of those women while he couldn't have (Y/n). She was the one he desired, no other woman could take that place and make him feel the same.

He was doing as advised, he wasn't being intimate with his wife, but Geta had enough self control to lay in the same bed as (Y/n) and not have sex with her. It would be too heart-wrenching for him to stay in another room, to sleep alone when he was used to having her by his side to hold during the night. He liked to feel her presence beside him. He liked to have her there and know she was safe and well.

Being parted from her even for a night was too much to ask and Geta wouldn't do it. There was no harm that could come to (Y/n) or the baby by continuing to share a bed, as long as nothing else happened between them. For now.

"And you don't mind… you don't regret not having any women to go to, like Caracalla?"

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel anxious but she tried to push those feelings aside as she glided her hand up and down Geta's arm and leaned into him a bit more. Her lips smothered the top of his head and she closed her eyes as she inhaled his scent.

This was exactly why her mother told her he would keep his concubines, because he would be forbidden from her when she was pregnant. This was why a lot of men, a lot of Emperors, had those women. So they could still seek pleasure, just not from their wives. They could have their fun without the risk of harming their wife or child.

She couldn't help but wonder if Geta regretted dismissing those women now that (Y/n) couldn't fulfill those needs for him.

But the way he tightened his arm around her waist and burrowed his face into the crook of her neck made her heart add in three extra beats and made the baby squirm. He held her like he was trying to squeeze those thoughts out of her mind. He growled into her neck like those words were poison that he didn't want to hear and he burrowed his face further into her neck until he could feel each throbbing of her pulse.

"Never. You're all I want, all I need."

Looking at another woman felt like a betrayal. Geta didn't want anyone else. No other woman would suffice. No one would do but (Y/n) and if he couldn't have her in those intimate ways, at least he could hold her in his arms and bind her to his chest like this.

She was all he wanted.

***

(Y/n) could see the look of disproval in the midwife's eyes. She could see the irritation written across her face and she could easily guess what was going through the elder lady's mind right now.

She would be thinking that this was no place for the father to be; that there was no place for a man to be present at the birth unless of course it was a healer. The midwife seemed very disgruntled that Geta was now in the room with them when she clearly thought he shouldn't be here.

(Y/n) had been prepared for this moment as best she could. Her mother had walked her through what would happen and how things would progress and what would happen afterwards. She had told (Y/n) that Geta would remain with the Senates and the rest of the council. That he would be the first to be told once she'd had the baby and he could be the first person to come and see her when it was all over.

Clearly her mother hadn't counted on Geta being so intent on being nearby. Instead of retreating to the great hall or one of the studies, he had cemented himself in the adjoining room like a statue, unable to be moved. But it didn't take long for Geta to storm into the bedroom like a whirlwind once he heard his wife's cries.

He couldn't just sit out there and listen and do nothing. He wanted to be in here with her, he wanted to help somehow and to do something. Even if that meant simply sitting on the bed and holding (Y/n)'s hand, then that was what he would do.

Geta didn't know how everyone seemed to expect him to be on the other side of the palace when his wife was in peril. He couldn't understand how they thought he would be able to sit in the next room and hear her anguish and her cries and just ignore it.

As soon as the midwife had tried to tell him to leave, Geta burned her with his scolding gaze and the curl of his upper lip had been enough to silence her. If she wanted to remain in the room then she had to be quiet and cease trying to evict him from his own chambers. From his own wife. She had to put her opinions aside and let him stay or there would be all Hell to pay. It was clear that as unholy as it was, (Y/n) was calmed by her husband’s presence.

And he was the Emperor. The midwife was not going to go up against one of her Emperors and tell him to leave the room. She didn't hold that power or that right and he had made it clear he was staying here with his Empress, she couldn't oppose his wishes in any way.

“Another push, Madam, and the baby will be born.”

(Y/n) couldn’t feel her legs anymore. She could feel the pounding pain in her head, the shredding skin in her stomach and lower regions. She could feel her skin heating up and prickling to the point it felt like she was going to shed her skin like a snake. But the horrible churning in her stomach made her sure she was about to be sick.

She was ready for this to be over.

The only thing that was holding (Y/n) together and keeping her in a somewhat calm state was the feeling of Geta's hand tightly clasped in her own. It was soothing to have his hand periodically squeezing hers and to feel his fingers tapping along the back of her hand whenever he got jittery or impatient.

It was comforting to feel Geta's lips pressing into the crook of her neck and the feeling of his chin digging into her shoulder was grounding her and keeping her calm.

She could feel his other arm bound tight around her lower back with his hand settled on her hip and his chest was pressing up into her back and shoulder like he was trying to prop her up so she didn't fall back into the pillows.

"You're almost there now." Geta's words were a great comfort, but it was more the sound of his voice and the feeling of his words against her neck that made (Y/n) want to smile despite her agony.

She was ready for this to be done, she was ready to hold their baby in her arms and rest for an eternity.

She wasn't ready to see the Senates though. (Y/n) knew at some point whether it be a few minutes after she gave birth or a few hours, the Senates would want to know about the baby. They would want to see the new heir. They would want to find out whether it was a boy for them to try and mould and shape up for the throne or a girl for them to marry off to neighbouring countries.

The senates were like vultures when they wanted to be and (Y/n) didn't want them hovering around waiting to rip her to pieces. She didn't want their congratulations if she had a boy or their hums and disapproval if she had a daughter. She didn't want them trying to muzzle in and ruin this day.

If they dared try and ruin this moment or say one rude word, (Y/n) would lose her temper. She might even pretend to have a funny turn and pretend she was sick to get them to leave. At least whatever happened, (Y/n) knew Geta would be on her side.

A scream burned at the back of her throat as she leaned to the left and merged her temple against the top of Geta's head. But over the static in her ears, she could feel her heart going haywire when she heard what Geta whispered against her throat.

"Almighty Empress."

Those words were enough to set her blood on fire and have her leaning into him more when she gave the final push and she knew it was done. It was all over.

She felt Geta lift his head from her neck so he could attach his lips to the back of her head instead. Her hand started to tremble and felt stiff and numb when Geta slid his fingers from hers so he could reach his hand up and cup the side of her neck. As if he were making sure to keep her burrowed into his chest, keeping her safe and sound.

She relished in the feeling of his lips pressing all over her head and temple, trying to show her how much he loved her and whispering against her skin how well she had done.

When (Y/n) managed to open her eyes properly, her gaze fixated on the midwife who was holding her baby in her arms. She had the newborn resting on her left arm on their chest whilst her other hand was rubbing forcefully up and down their back, clearly trying to clear their airways and start their breathing. That didn't make for a good sign.

She could feel the panic welling up inside of her and it started to make her tremble worse as she stared ahead at the midwife. She paid no mind to the healer who knelt on the end of the bed just to make sure she was alright and wasn't about to start bleeding out or suffering any complications. (Y/n) couldn't care less about that, she wanted to see her baby.

She felt Geta's arm slowly tightening around her waist and his chin turned to rest on top of her head so he could keep her pinned into his chest while he too looked over at the midwife. He felt a great urge to raise his voice and ask her if she was competent and ask what she was doing.

But before Geta had chance to raise his voice or utter one word at all, a cry broke through the air and had them all shivering and swarming with relief.

"It's a boy."

(Y/n) wasn't sure she'd heard that right. She had been preparing herself to hear that she'd had a daughter, although she wasn't sure why. She simply thought a girl was what they would have, almost as if she thought she 'couldn't get it right on the first try'.

She knew everyone would be thrilled to hear it was a boy, and she also knew that people would say she had now 'done her duty' by providing an heir. She had given them a succession to the throne. Part of (Y/n) had been hoping for a girl, she just knew Geta would be endearing and fiercely protective over a daughter.

But seeing him raise their boy and teach him and train him and protect him at all costs would be a beautiful sight too.

(Y/n) wanted to flop back into the nest of pillows and close her eyes; she wanted to fall asleep and disappear for a few hours, or even days. She wanted to rest and sleep and gain back all the energy that the last day had taken out of her. But the bundle in the midwife's arms was too enticing to ignore.

She forced herself to sit forward which caused her back to click into place and her trembling arms reached out when the midwife walked closer.

It was such a strange, overwhelming feeling when her little boy was suddenly placed in her arms and snuggled up against her chest. It didn't seem real. (Y/n) bowed her head to press a tender kiss to his temple while he whimpered and wriggled into her chest like he was trying to curl up and burrow back into her.

Her nerves started to tingle and ignite when she felt Geta's chin perch back on her shoulder again and she felt both his arms curve around her middle so he could press his chest fully up against her back.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the bundle in (Y/n)'s arms. But when he managed to drag his eyes to look at his wife, his lips curved into a smile bright enough to rival the sunset.

Despite the sheen of sweat that was vibrant on every inch of (Y/n)'s skin or the way her flowing hair was matted with sweat and clung to her neck, she still looked every inch a Goddess to him. Even though she was still shaking from the after effects of giving birth, she looked truly stunning to Geta.

Geta was glad when the midwife silently dismissed herself. She wasn't needed any longer. The healer was hovering in the corner of the room, waiting until they were ready for him to check over the newborn and hand him over to the maid to be cleaned and dressed. And the maids and servants were on standby in the next room to give them some peace and time to be together without an audience watching.

"How do you feel?"

(Y/n) leaned her head back on Geta's shoulder, trying to fight the tiredness that was almost as strong as the shaking she felt.

She felt good. The shaking, the dull aches and throbbing pains were minimal compared to how elated she felt to be wrapped up in his arms with their son curled up on her chest like this. As soon as she got some sleep, she would feel even better.

"Tired… would you like to hold him?" (Y/n) tilted her head back so she could look up at her husband a bit better.

He looked a little sceptical, like he preferred to sit and stare rather than reach across and somehow ruin this moment that they had. But Geta found the will to carefully untangle his arms from around (Y/n) so he could take their son from her.

He knew. Geta knew instantly that it was going to be hard for either of them to want to put him down or let anyone else look after him. He was serene. His cries had already ceased and he was calm and content, curling and wriggling to get comfy in Geta's strong arms.

And Geta was sure he could see a few pale strands of golden hair dotted across his son's head. A true heir, taking after him and Caracalla.

When Geta took the throne, he never imagined his life would end up this way. He had seen the turbulence in Rome when he and his brother became Emperors. He had seen the mess they had to clear up, the constant trifles they had to sort through and how the people only seemed pleased when they took on more countries in the name of Rome and when tiresome problems were seen to by the Emperors themselves.

It left them both tired and busy, as if Geta didn't have enough to do without keeping constant watch over his twin to ensure his safety and make sure he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, with his disease growing stronger each day.

Meeting (Y/n) felt like a gift from the Gods, like they had seen what Geta was lacking and made sure he had someone there by his side to help him. To love him and take care of him and show him that he could have this sense of happiness too.

"He's perfect. You're both perfect, my almighty Empress."

He had a feeling that neither of them would be too happy once their boy was taken to his own room in a little while. It wasn't going to feel right for him to be in his own chambers with a maid and a wet nurse to see to all his needs. But at least his room was only down the corridor, he wasn't going to be far away from them at all.

Geta looked between them both before he leaned forward to press a searing kiss against (Y/n)'s wet lips. He loved the feeling of her hand on the centre of his chest right near their son, as if she were trying to feel for his rapid heartbeat. And he loved how she leant into him and how her other hand squeezed his bicep when their temples pressed together and their eyes met.

The amount of love circulating through Geta's body right now had to be lethal. It didn't seem real that he could have so much love for these two people he was holding close to his chest. But when he felt (Y/n)'s lips pecking the corner of his mouth, his lips curved up into a wide grin.

They were his everything.

[fictionandcinema]

Bucky Barnes masterlist

Don't forget to read the warnings :)

🌶️ = smut | 🌧️ = angst | 🎀 = fluff

FALSE GOD [on going] 🌶️🌧️🎀 — On the night of your movie premiere, you and director Bucky finally get closer.

TREAT YOU BETTER [complete] 🌶️🌧️🎀 — Caught between playing the girlfriend of Bucky’s younger brother and the unexpected allure of Bucky’s genuine affection, you don’t know what to do.

YOU’RE MY DESIRE [complete] co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🌶️🌧️🎀 — Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers’ date but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

SPARKS FLY 🌶️🌧️🎀 [complete] — While you are looking for Rebecca, you unexpectedly meet her brother, Bucky Barnes, your new gorgeous neighbor.

LOVE ME LIKE YOU PAID ME  co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🌶️🌧️🎀 — You accompany businessman Bucky Barnes to all the events he has to attend, and you find yourself wishing he wasn’t paying you to be his date.

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🌶️🌧️🎀 — When you find out your boyfriend’s cheating on you with his best friend, you immediately tell Bucky Barnes about the affair and propose revenge séx.

YOU WERE MINE JUST YESTERDAY co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🌶️🌧️🎀 — It’s been a while since your break up with Bucky happened, but you’re still not over him. You try to move on, go out, and have fun with your friend, Steve, but you end up in the same bar you two went to often. It also just happens that Bucky is there too, with Natasha by his side. It doesn’t take long for you two to end up getting into old habits.

BUCKY’S HERE 🌶️🎀 — “Are you sure a kiss is all you want?”

WAIT FOR HOURS 🌶️🌧️🎀 — Bucky and you have a small fight about making him attend a business dinner on your one-year anniversary.

WHAT IF I AM TOO MUCH? 🌶️🌧️🎀 — When Sam’s girlfriend calls you clingy, you decide to give Bucky some space. What you don’t know is that he doesn’t want any space. None at all.

PRETTY LITTLE THING co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🌶️🎀 — Your long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, is a regular at the bar where you work, and tonight, it’s impossible to avoid serving him for the first time.

OUT OF STYLE 🌶️🌧️🎀 — A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends’ wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky’s hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.

TYING YOU TO ME 🌶️🌧️🎀 — When your boss, Bucky, apologizes for being rude to you once again, things take an unexpected turn.

BEST DADDY EVER 🌶️🎀 — When Sam drops by unannounced, he discovers something new about Bucky.

SHE CHOSE ME 🌶️🎀 — Steve’s hopes get crushed when he wrongly assumes you’d choose him over Bucky.

BUCKY BARNES x YELENA BELOVA

[doumadono]

sorry if this sounds rude 😢 but you haven’t been posting a lot of stories lately and that’s like the only thing you have to do? just post something it’s not that big of a deal? dygwim? i think fanfic writers especially on the anime side like to exaggerate things too much and if you don’t post then just deactivate? there’s no point in staying if you’re not gonna do anything but reblog silly content all the time? i don't understand how so many ppl can follow you when you are not even trying to be grateful and you only write not what people request but what you find interesting (which is not, like vampier Shigaraki???? viking Dabi???? so silly stupid ideas imo 😒)? whoever finds your writing or you as a person nice is either blind or stupid. and even if you write something chaptered it takes you literally months to update which isn't fair to people?? but I guess you don't care at all. you must be a freaking entitled white woman to treat otherz the way you do.

(again sorry, didn't mean to sound rude) 😔

When I first read your message, I was completely speechless for a minute or two, anon.

Firstly, it seems there’s a misconception about what fanfiction writers, or any creative individuals for that matter, have to do. Let me clarify something important: creativity isn’t a tap that one can simply turn on and off at will. It’s a complex, often unpredictable process that cannot be rushed without compromising the integrity and quality of the work. Quality stories often require research, plotting, editing, and revising before they’re ready to share. My creative process isn’t a fast food joint, nonnie, and I'm not here to serve up reheated ideas just to fill the silence.

My blog belongs to no one but me. I post what I want, when I want. As for the content of my stories, I believe every writer has the right to explore subjects that excite them the most - even if that means delving into topics or settings others may find odd, like vampires or vikings. My goal is to write stories I’m passionate about and then offer them freely to anyone who might find them entertaining. Some people will, others won’t, and that’s absolutely okay.

Contrary to your belief, I don't exist solely to churn out stories at the speed you dictate. I write on my own time and for my own pleasure. The notion that I should be a content machine is, frankly, laughable. Writing takes time, creative energy, and often real-life circumstances can slow the process. I post when I’m ready, and if that doesn’t align with your desired schedule, you’re free to unfollow or seek out other writers who update more frequently. Suggesting I deactivate because I’m not constantly posting or because I reblog content I enjoy is dismissive at best. I'm not a streaming service like Netflix, darling🙄

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It's also laughable that you think my followers are stupid. Just because their tastes don't align with yours doesn't make them any less intelligent. Diversity in fandoms exists because creativity resonates differently with everyone, something you seem incapable of recognizing.

In the end, I won’t apologize for taking the time I need to create or for following my own interests - that’s part of being a writer. I do, however, expect basic respect in return. If you can’t extend that courtesy, I hope you'll block me, step away from my blog, and never interact with any of my content again.

With all this in mind, it's precisely why I've stopped taking regular requests. Last year, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of requests and the rudeness in many messages, pushing me to my limits. That's why I've decided to concentrate on my own projects and only accept commissioned work.

I'm taking a few days off to gather my thoughts and concentrate on my writing projects.

[k1ng-ej]

Politely requesting (desperately begging) for Michael Myers and Thomas Hewitt with a (fem preferably) s/o that is super talkative and can have a conversation for hours by themselves with their nonstop rambling 🙏🏼 (my friends now time me, my record for nonstop talking about one topic is thirty two minutes)

Thomas Hewitt & Michael Myers X Reader who is talkative and rambles a lot!

Thank you for the request! Talkative is the complete opposite of what i am so i was a little stumped when i first wrote this lol. i hope you enjoy!!

Thomas Hewitt

He truly appreciates your rambling. Although he's not much of a conversation person, he’ll happily listen to you until he needs to assist Luda Mae with household chores. He finds it adorable when he catches you talking to yourself while you're busy, whether it's helping with dinner or tackling the laundry. You always manage to spark a conversation, no matter what you’re doing.

As you and Thomas lay together in bed, nestled in his embrace with your head gently resting on his chest, he played with your hair while you chatted away. Though he only half-listened to your words, he relished the soothing sound of your voice. Recently, you've taken the time to teach him how to braid hair, and now he was focused on practicing his newfound skill with your locks.

His touch was tender, and though you couldn't see it, his loving gaze was fixed upon you. He had skillfully braided a section of your hair before pausing to run his fingers through the loose strands, intently listening as you spoke. At one moment, you tilted your head up to him, seeking comfort as you nestled into his side.

He smiled warmly, his hand gently cradling your cheek. You were in the midst of recounting your trip to the store with Luda Mae, elaborating on every little detail and getting sidetracked a few times. Thomas gazed at you intently, his thumb softly stroking your cheek, completely captivated by your words.

As you were speaking, he leaned in and gently kissed your forehead, followed by a soft kiss on your lips. Your initial shock faded swiftly, and you resumed your conversation, only to be interrupted once more by his sweet kiss.

"Hey, I'm trying to tell you a story." You whined, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. While you enjoyed Tommy's kisses, you wanted to finish your story before he smothered you with them.

He shook his head softly, planting gentle kisses on your lips before finally nodding, encouraging you to continue speaking.

Michael Myers

Initially, he found you to be quite bothersome. He couldn't comprehend how one person could have an endless supply of topics to discuss or how you were able to engage in lengthy monologues with yourself. Frequently, he would stand up and walk away in the midst of your chatter.

As time went on, he became accustomed to it and could endure the noise, yet there were moments when he craved silence. Though he would never confess it, there were instances when he genuinely tuned in to your conversation and even found himself intrigued.

Both of you sat on the couch, a random movie flickering on the TV. As you focused on creating a birthday gift for your friend, you shared amusing stories about them with your murderous boyfriend. It didn’t matter whether he was listening or not; you simply enjoyed recounting the tales.

Out of nowhere, a hand pressed firmly over your mouth. Confused, you furrowed your brows and glanced at Michael, who remained fixated on the television before him.

You pried his hand off with a frown. "That was rude, you know you can just turn the tv up if you don't want to hear me, right?"

With excruciating slowness, he turned his head to face you. Although his eyes were concealed by the mask, his gaze held an intensity that was impossible to ignore. You arched an eyebrow and let out a sigh before returning to the task of wrapping the gift, continuing the tale you had been sharing.

Barely a few words in, his hand was back over your mouth. You attempted to push it away, but it was no use. Frustration escaped in a huff through your nose as you shot him a glare, though he remained fixated on the movie.

Michael felt a sudden wetness followed by a sharp, painful pinch on his palm. Instinctively, he pulled his hand back and examined the damage. Deep teeth marks were indented in his skin, leaving it slightly red and swollen. As he turned to face you, he caught sight of your mischievous smirk.

"You gonna let me finish my sentence now?"

You could hear him huffing behind his mask as he leaned back against the couch. Satisfied, you nodded and resumed sharing stories about your friend while you wrapped their gift.

[mizamelon]

Tagging @sakiyaki-sashimi just to make sure she sees this too!

So Enstars has had problems for awhile now but it's gotten much worse recently.

First there is Adonis, one of the idol is the game. He is the only character with brown skin and he's from somewhere in the middle east. Despite being very kind and sweet, other characters treat him like he's scary or as a monster. And they do this pretty much exclusively because he isn't light skinned, which is very sad.

Next, you have Hiiro and Rinne Amagi, who belong to an indigenous tribe based off the real-life Ainu people. Their characterizations draw from several different negative stereotypes of indigenous people. Hiiro is seen as stupid and doesn't understand the modern world due to being raised in a village away from "normal" society for all his life. Rinne is a drunk and a gambler who's just very rude and crass to the other people around him. I believe Happy Elements (the company behind Enstars) got complaints a couple of years ago from the Ainu people about how their culture was being represented in the game. Due to this, they decided to make the Amagi's village super technologically advanced, which is another stereotype that comes from an overcorrected attempt to not portray native people as less advanced than their colonizers. (I think at least, I'm not an expert on these things so sorry if I get something wrong)

And then we get to Ibuki and Akatsuki. Ibuki's heritage is different from the Amagi brothers as his ancestors are Ryukyuan, a native people who mostly live in Okinawa I believe. Firstly, when Ibuki was added to the game, he called his own ancestors demons, which... isn't a great start, but he seemed to be proud of his family and where they came from. It seemed Ibuki's identity was going to be a large part of his character and we, the fandom, were hopeful to see how it goes.

Then they added him to Akatsuki, an already existing unit. This unit's theme is based around traditional Japanese aesthetics and culture. And when Ibuki joined the unit, he talked about wanting to embrace more of his Japanese identity, which is just really weird and it's clear the writers didn't actually care about portraying an indigenous character. It's just really gross for them to make Ibuki ignore the native culture of his family and to instead turn and embrace the culture of the people who colonized and oppressed them.

This decision by the writers has upset literally every corner of the fandom, English, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, etc, etc. Everyone hated this decision but Happy Elements has stood their ground and refuse to listen to us. So (mostly English fans I believe) have called for a complete boycott of the series in order to hit them where it hurts the most, their pockets! I added the part about not financially supporting the Project Sekai side of the collab because this series hasn't been perfect either and I don't want them getting any ideas...

But I hope this covers it all! It's a really unfortunate situation overall as Enstars was a fun series despite it's flaws but it's clear now that the people behind the game really don't care about the fans or the characters anymore...

As the pjsekai x enstars crossover approaches, I would like to remind everyone that there is a boycott of enstars going on right now due to the blatant racism and pro-colonization views promoted in recent stories.

The most important thing is to avoid everything on the enstars side of the collab. I forget what they're getting specifically but don't watch the song mv when it's uploaded to their official channel and do not download the game.

Now this next part is just my opinion but I would also avoid any monetary support of pjsekai's side of the collab. They don't deserve any support for collabing with a racist game/company imo.

Just please don't mindlessly celebrate and get excited over this xoxo - an ex-enstarrie

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi!! I hope you're having a great day, and if you don't mind, I have a question regarding a Black character and what hairstyle I should draw them with!

I listen to this podcast about 4 people in an apocalypse situation, one of them is Black. Previously I drew them with a short afro because I was rushing a doodle and didn't put much thought into it, but now I'm rethinking my choices.

They live in a car with essentially no access to showers, and I can only imagine the hair care products they'd need costing an arm and a leg, literally-

They have access to scissors, maaaybe a comb/brush? but they probably don't have any soap, and I'm also assuming they don't want a hairstyle that takes too long to take care of- I doubt they'd want their friends to braid their hair in the car or out in the cold.

Their hair texture isn't described in the podcast, but I've been imagining them with coily hair, I don't know how much texture changes which hairstyles they could have, but I imagine it plays into things at least a little.

I'm not very knowledgable on Black hairstyles, so I'm not really sure what kind of hairstyle is best when you don't always have the option to wash it and when you don't have access to hair care products and when you don't have all that much time on your hands.

Would they most likely just keep their hair as short as possible to avoid problems? Could they keep their hair a little longer by keeping it in locs? Is there some secret 3rd option that I don't know about?

No pressure to answer, I'm sorry if any part of this comes across as bigoted or rude, and thank you for reading ^^

Have a great day/evening/night/other time of day and thank you for all you do :)

I think the design you have is fine 👍🏾 occasionally cut it to keep it short. Locs would be fine if they had locs prior to the apocalypse, because then you wouldn't have to mess with it outside of occasionally pulling them apart at the root to keep them separate or letting them grow freeform. But even then, if they NEVER find a shower EVER to clean and maintain them, yeah the afro would be the way I go.

[baddieland09]

“Love me”

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Warnings:Angst,Fluff,Kissing,kinda bullying,has a nice ending,18+,Mentions of smoking and drinking,I used google translate so be warned if anything is wrong also this is my first time writing smut so I am so sorry if this is bad

Summary:You and Theo had been friends for a while and he starts acting different towards you before he starts straight up ignoring you but what happens when you start fake dating his friend (Also I tried not to describe what she was wearing or looks)

Theodore Nott x Fem reader, Kinda Lorenzo Berkshire x fem reader

Word count:2,813

Hiii guys so Im so sorry about the way it’s spaced out I got really into it and again Im sorry but I’m so sorry of it’s bad to it was my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoy it and if there’s anything I need to fix please tell me-😛

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I had woke up that morning in a rush not wanting to be late again to snape’s class if I was late one more time I’d have detention.I rush into class at the last second before heading towards my seat beside my best friend theo.I was half way there when I notice that some girl was sitting in my seat her and Theo talking so I just decide to sit beside Enzo.“Who is that and why is she sitting beside Theo”.“Anora they’ve been talking all last night I tried telling her to move but she didn’t care neither did Theo” Lorenzo said before going back to his work.I thought it was weird but I brushed it off well we weren’t dating but I felt something stirring in my stomach.After class was over I stood up as everyone leaves walking thru the crowd to get to Theo.“Hey why’d you let her sit in my seat-“.“You’re not my only friend Y/n I can sit with whoever I want”.I flinch at his words as Theo walks off Anora running up to him as he wraps his arm around her waist.That hurt I felt..betrayed?.I don’t know what it was I didn’t like him touching her like that not in the slightest. The rest of the day I didn’t talk to anyone expect pansy she’s the one that introduced my to everyone else.Finally classes were over and I go back to mine and Pansy’s dorm seeing her get ready for something.“What are you doing?” I ask sitting down on my bed. “Getting ready for a party it’s gonna be in our common room” I watch her do her makeup.I just laid down trying not to think about today at all it really bothered me and I don’t know why.“Whats wrong” pansy says as she turns around looking at me noticing my mood.“Theo’s been acting weird like today he let some girl sit in his seat then when I asked why he was rude and then ran of with her”.She listens and nodded along.“Was it Anora”she ask.“Yeah it was why”. “Anora likes Theo Y/n”.I sit there and pause in that moment I realized the reason I was so jealous was because I liked Theo and of course Pansy notices.“Hey but it’s okay get ready for the party and we’ll find someone new for you”.I nod as she started searching my closet and dresser for something I can wear that’ll attract attention.She did my makeup and tried to do a hairstyle by the time we were done the party had started.

We walked downstairs and saw slot of people already there the lights a greenish color music blasting people drinking,smoking,or making out.I look for one person and one person only and that person was Theo.Once I spotted him he was with his friends Blaise,Enzo,Draco,and Mattheo.Him and Mattheo were smoking but oh well a lot of people were.I didn’t say anything to him but then I saw Anora and felt angry it wasn’t her fault at all she liked theo but I still couldn’t help but be jealous.I look at Theo and notice he’a already looking at me and I couldn’t help but melt he and the prettiest eyes to me.He looked away before I could do anything so I just walked away as far into the crowd as I could.I had been sitting on the couch half of the party watching as other people go off with each other and how everyone had someone.I didn’t even half of my friends had other friends to talk to even Pansy but it’s okay I had myself.My eyes looked around longing for another glance at him my heart aching to see him on more time.My eyes scanned the crowd of people looking for him and I do I see both him and Anora kissing and my heart drops.Why couldn’t he love me I knew I couldn’t force people to love me but I wanted him to.I watch as he takes her hand leading her upstairs to what Im sure was gonna be his bedroom and I just sit there upset .I tear up a bit I had tried almost everything to get his attention but no I couldn’t he didn’t and nothing would change that .About 20 minutes later they both come downstairs fixing there close and hair and I knew imedantly what happen .I stand up searching for Pansy or at-least someone as I tear up more searching thru the crowd pushing past some people mumbling sorry’a and excuse me’.I couldn’t find Pansy so the next best thing would be to leave so I head towards the door basically running at that point .That’s when I bump into someone I look up and it’s Theo “What-“.I push him out my way I didn’t wanna talk to him. I basically bolt back to my dorm leaving Theo behind and confused but I didn’t care.I just sat on my bed and cry I knew it was kinda dramatic .In that moment I couldn’t care less it genuinely upset me that this happened I wanted it to be me. I hear a knock on my dorm door and just look at the door debating if I want to answer or not.“WHO IS IT” I yell getting up.“It’s Enzo are you okay Theo said you were crying”.I roll my eyes getting up and opening the door.“Him and Anora hooked up”.I invite him in and as we were sitting on my bed I ranted to him for about an hour and he just listens I knew he well had before so I came up with an idea.“We should pretend to date to get back at him”.He stopped rubbing my back I could tell he was thinking about it .“Okay yeah I don’t care”.For the next week he walked me to class and held my stuff and held my hand pretending to sneak into my dorm at night.Pansy was in on it too so if anyone asked she would lie for us .I walk into class sitting beside Enzo pretending to be handsy with each other.I could feel eyes staring into the back of my head and turn around all I see is Theo staring with a look that could kill.I try not to smirk as I turn back to Enzo holding his hand as I started to do my work a party was this night so I was excited.After all the classes Enzo walked me back to my dorm sitting on my bed as I picked out my outfit and do my makeup.We both go downstairs everyone already there I could once again feel eyes on me and I look again to see Theo staring him absolutely ignoring Anora.Half the party Theo stared at me and while I went to talk to a friend I see Theo talking to Enzo he looked kinda pissed .I look and Enzo gives me a look before I see Theo walking closer and starts to walk me upstairs.He pushes me into his dorm room locking the door .“What’s your problem Theo”.He turns to me a look in his eyes that made hear shot straight to my core.“No WHATS your problem you think you can just run around with my friend your stupid then”.He walks closer .“In that revealing dress too Im only so strong Cara Mia”.

I feel him touch my shoulders running his hands down my arm smiling at me for a second.“sei una tale troia” He puts his hands on my face .He kisses me giving me a second to pull away if I didn’t want this but I did badly I was basically dripping .He puts his hands on the back of my head pulling my deeper his tounge shoving into my mouth making me moan.He runs his hands down my back grabbing a handful of ass making me giggle.“You don’t know how many nights I’ve stayed up thinking of you rubbing myself raw”.I smile.“Ohh you poor thing good think you have anora”.I was being petty.He rolls his eyes grabbing a handful of my hair pulling my head towards his.“You got an attitude I don’t want Anora it was never her she just happened to kinda look like you”.He tugs at my scalp making me moan a bit.“Yeah you like that don’t you”.He smiles a bit and backs us up onto his bed.He lays us both down.And starts kissing down my neck. “If you want me to stop during any of this say so okay”.I nod as he starts kissing down my neck sucking multiple hickeys on it making a little T out of them.“There since your so needy now everyone will know you’re mine”.He sits me up for a second I couldn’t believe this was actually happening after so many nights thinking about it, It was actually happening.He puts his fingers under the strap of my dress looking at my face for consent which in return I nod yes.As soon as I did he pulled the straps down looking at the dark green lacy bra I had on.“Is this all for me did you think tonight would be the night”.He says in a mocking voice toying with the straps of my bra .“Theo please-“.He smiles at me before undoing the hook with one hand pulling it off and throwing it on the floor.“Lay back”.Which I happily do feeling his bedsheets underneath me.He pulls my dress of leaving me in just my underwear which have a wet spot already forming.“Shes just aching for me isn’t she”.He says leaning down kissing the area before coming back up.“These are too”.He kisses down my chest leaving more hickeys kissing my harden pebbles before squeezing them.“These are fucking perfect”.He says kissing me again making me grabing the back of my head pulling his down towards me trying to feel him deeper in any way I could.“You’re so needy”.He says and all I could do was agree I was blinded by lust.“Theo I need you so bad”.I say clawing at his shirt before pulling it off running my hand down his chest scratching it slightly which causes him to sigh.“Oh I know but I gotta get you ready for me okay baby can I take these off”.He says putting his fingers under on each side of my underwear .I nod quickly I needed this badly.He quickly pulls them off stuffing them in his back pocket.He kisses down my chest to my stomach down closer and closer to my cunt.“SHES dripping isn’t she”.He blows on it causing a chill to run down my spine.“Can I”.I nod as he touches me spreading my folds running a finger up and down circling my entrance .“Ple-“.I couldn’t even finish a sentence before he slipped a finger inside his eyes fluttering close at the warmth that he felt.I just gasp as he does it felt good after basically being touched starved for a while.“You’re so wet for me Cara Mia how long have you wanted this..been like this”.He says as he pumps his finger in and out of me curling it into that spot that makes me see stars.“For a long time”.I say put of breath this was all to good and hes barley done anything.“I can tell”.He laughs at his own joke before he slips another finger inside pumping it in and out curling it into that spot the process .He just watches too as my slick coats his finger I was close I didn’t want to admit it but I was .“Don’t hold back I know Im making you feel good”.He could feel me clench around his fingers as I got closer and closer to cumming so he started rubbing circles on my clit.As soon as he did that I came leaving a wet spot on his sheets.“Oh look at you you’re doing such a good job”.He pats my cheek making sure Im still there.“You still here”.I nod.“Y-yeah Im still here”.He pauses .“You wanna continue”.I nod.

He nods before leaning down and kissing my clit making me shiver before he basically just dived right in sucking on my clit.I was pulling his hair it was to much but one thing I knew for sure is I didn’t want him to stop.He looked so pretty actually well his hair did it was messy and the prettiest brown and right now it was between my thighs so even better.“O-oh my god Theo”.I could hear him muttering in Italian.“You taste so good”.He licks down to my hole slowly teasing it before shoving his tounge inside causing me to clench around it as he moans.“You taste so fucking sweet like sugar”.He was lapping at me like I was his last meal and once again I was close .“T-Theo-“.“Shhh i know Cara Mia I know just let go”.I nod and he keeps going I finally tip over the edge he imedantly starts eating it.“You’re my new favorite you taste so good like nothing I’ve ever tasted before”.He pulls away as he rest his head on my stomach trying to catch his breath.“You okay”.I nod as I feel him rubbing my hips kissing multiple spots on my stomach nipping at it a bit.“T-Theo”.“Don’t worry Cara Mia we aren’t done yet”.He whispers into my skin before moving up to my lips kissing them.“Do you taste yourself on me aren’t you fucking delicious”.He says biting my lip not hard enough to draw blood but enough to hurt a bit.I watch him start to pull his pants off unbuttoning his pants as I see his bundle thru his underwear seeing a wet spot.“Shit baby look at what you made me do”.He looks at the wet spot taking my hand and running my hand over it.“You feel that you caused that”.“T-Theo”.He smirks a bit.“It’s all you’re too”.He says before he takes his underwear off throwing them somewhere.He was now bare infront of me his erection hitting his belly button.

He scoots closer to me spreading my legs putting them over his shoulder.“You ready Cara Mia”.I nod looking down feeling him slide in inch by inch letting me feel everything.I moan my eyes roll back at the feeling it hurt but it hurt so good.He paused giving me time to adjust to him before he started moving his hips.I was moaning a lot louder that I should’ve Theo noticed too because he put two of his fingers in my mouth pushing down on my tounge.“Shhhhh be quiet you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you”.He smirks as my reaction as I lazily suck on his fingers as he thrust in and out of me small noise leaving his mouth.“This is just what you needed huh a good fucking”.I nod I was drunk on him everything felt good he made me feel good as he starts thrusting faster.The bed creaking and hitting the wall both of us moaning it was to loud downstairs to hear anyways.“Theo I love you”.He smiles at me tapping my cheek.“I love you too”.I smile as he leans down to kiss me his thrust getting harder.“O-oh my god”.He was hitting places no one could find or even reach if they knew where it was.He reaches down toying with my clit adding the perfect amount of pleasure to everything. “T-Theo-d-don’t stop-“.He nodded his flash and chest flush sweating slightly. “I-Im not gonna”.He was starting to lose his pace which meant he was close I could feel him getting close to.I was a mess too I was close which didn’t help either of us but honestly neither of us cared in that moment.He buried his face in my neck as he kept going keeping the same pace.“T-Theo oh-“.He just nodded and kept going .“P-pull ou-“.I nod no.“Im safe-“.He nods and keeps going before he finally releases it was a weird sensation .He kept going so I came to .We both just laid there for a second trynna calm ourselves.He pulls out before collapsing beside me lighting a cigarette offering it to me which I decline.He grabs a shirt of the floor wiping me off then wipes himself off before grabbing my clothes handing them to me.I got dressed before standing up and going to leave.“Where are you going”.I turn to see him getting dressed. “I was gonna leave isn’t that what you want?”.He looks at me confused.“Why would I want that”.He rolls his eyes walking closer.“Every girl you’ve been with at a party they leave”.He wipes my smeared makeup off with his thumb.“You’re not every girl to me y/n your special it’s you I want it’s always been you actually you’re just to dumb to see”.He leads me back to his bed laying me back down before laying beside me. “I wasn’t actually dating Enzo”.He smiles and laughs a bit.“Yeah I know”.I look at him confused. “How?”.He begins to rub my hips.“Im not dumb Cara Mia”.I just nod.“You’re mine now okay”.He kisses my cheek to my lips.“I know”.He smiles as we fall asleep in each others arms.

[kalisseo]

i know this is so late!! I barely check my strawpage 💔💔 but anyway yes ofc!!

I know this asks for s3 but I'm gonna mention s2 bc I think it's important

also big big warning im a tophabe shipper and an over analyzer blah blah what clone high did y'all watch blah blah im delusional. also sometimes I forget words or phrase stuff weirdly, so I hope that my gibberish makes sense to you!

anyway, now to the interesting stuff!!

how topher feels about people and friendships

a bit unrelated but not really, I think most people loved clone alone, and how all the boys interacted, and me too! it was funny, and a lot of people wanted topher to be a part of the boys group, and obviously me too, but, even though I loved the idea there was something that didn't convince me about it...and i couldn't figure out why until s3 aired

topher's friendship with the bleacher creatures works because they're all outcast

and that's a bit of the reason why topher and abe's friendship worked (in a way)

Topher feels understood by the bcreatures, something he wouldn't have with many people

Topher's feelings towards people, as a whole, are a bit different to his different towards friendship, so first let's take a look at

how he feels about people in a more general view

(this is mainly s2 bc I don't think one can talk about s3 without it, u can just skip it to the next section tho)

Topher has a clear resentment towards the popular or "normal" clones, he tried to cater to people's sympathy using his woke persona, but his peers probably never liked him because of his shitty behavior (personally, I see Topher as more socially awkward that intentionally rude in s2, this doesn't mean that I'm trying to justify him, but in s3 is when he actively tries to ruin the rest of the clones day, when in s2 he's just intentionally "evil" a few times) and topher never understood that was the reason, creating this hate or resentment towards them.

in s2 he's pushed to the side on some occasions, for example in s2e5 when harriet rejects him twice in her musical because well she doesn't like him. another example could be the death maze where jfk destroys his phone and spends more time with abe (something that he caused to himselfff but yeah), then in s3 we have the dialogues 'until she kicked you to the curb' by jackee and 'the same curb we've all been kicked in' by topher, he clearly felt ignored by his classmates, and personally I think he's referring to abe forgetting him and talking to jfk and confucius.

also his roll call song 'nobody likes me, I do not know why',repeating it, but I think it's important to keep it in mind, to Topher, the rest of the clones don't have a reason to hate him but they do, who wouldn't hate their classmates when they seem to hate you too without a reason?

(my personal view is that he blames it on being a clone of columbus, that's why the name change and the woke persona)

so, in a general view, topher first starts to cater to his classmates so they would like him, more than friendships he wants fans, to say in a way, he wants people to like him. he doesn't really seem to care about friends, which could kinda count as canon, s2e2 he only talks to abe because he's basically forced to. all his attempts fail horribly, and even though he made a friend, abe left him too, so he decides to hate everyone and embrace his horrible side, and to me, because of Abe he had mixed feelings.

at first, he probably thinks that friendships aren't really important anyway, and that Abe is just another popular kid who pushed him to the side. I like to think that even so, abe made him realize that maybe he shouldn't be that selfish.

topher and friendships in s3

buttt the way he thinks about friendship in s3 is clearly different to the way he did in s2!

like i said before, in s2 he doesn't seem to care much about it, but in s3 his friends seem to be everything to him!

and to me it's because of what i said earlier, topher feels understood by the bleacher creatures

all of them were losers, outcasts and 'kicked to the curb', they all know what it's like to be slone

maybe topher doesn't really have what he 'always wanted', but he gets a group of friends that for once aren't weirded out by him, he cares about them

one of the reasons why I think his friendship with abe changed his view about how he needs to interact with other people, it's because yeah, topher keeps being bossy with the bcreatures, but he listens to them and pays attention to what they want, something he didn't really do with abe

improvement, if you will, to me this shows how much he doesn't want to lose them

to me, topher is also able to connect with them because he sees them as special, or well different, not in a bad way, but to him they're the same kind of different as him, again, he feels understood, he feels that they're all together against the world, and he tries to keep the group together

he kicks out joan because she didn't respect them and was causing trouble even though joan is supposed to be his crush

then during cloney island, they all decide to just. die there. together, because they're finally accepted, not getting too much into this because this alone could be its own post, but when they decide to escape, it's just because they were convinced that escaping death would bring them closer (bond people, something like that)

sadly I don't have a screenshot rn, but just look at him, he was so happy to be having a bonding experience with his friends

so yeah, topher goes to not really caring about having friends, to them being an important and essential part of his life, and wanting to keep them together, friends are now one of the most important things for topher, he's able to open up to them because they just understand each other

bleehhh

i made a first draft for this post, but I was focusing too much on s2

and I actually have a post like this! but really old so consider this a re make

anyway anon I hope this post gets to you

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

Woke up for a cat, stayed awake for the invite to roast Lucifer. I’m going to be bringing up the leaks a little bit, but if you haven’t seen them, it should be fine. Nothing major.

What @spinedotlazuli1120 forgot to mention is that not only is Lucifer talking down to Alastor, he also refers to Vaggie as “Charlie’s girlfriend” and directly asks Angel what his name is. In the fourth episode.

Oh, I’ve heard the whole “they should make Hell a better place!” bit a thousand times. Now, would anyone in the class like to guess why that wasn’t possible in the first place? Ah, that’s right, it was Lucifer’s job, and he wasn’t doing it. Charlie already has her hands full, is anyone really going to expect her to take on even more of his duties?

Now, you got exactly one thing wrong. Lucifer has been calling his daughter, according to Charlie, but guess what? It gets worse! He only calls Charlie when he wants her to do something. Doesn’t that sound like a caring father?

I’m in the habit of hearing both sides of a debate before taking sides. As such, I’ve heard the “Lucifer is like that because he only sees the worst of humanity!” argument a hundred times at least. Well, firstly, that would imply he’s seeing sinners at all, or even sees them as human beings with a moral obligation. Secondly, he’s using this philosophy in the show to put down Charlie’s dreams, and he did it three times in one episode. Three! Once on the balcony, once during the attack on the hotel, and a third time while Alastor was playing with his food.

If Lucifer stays at the hotel, he’s going to end up an antagonist sooner or later. He may say he’ll support Charlie’s dreams whatever lies in store, but it looks like he’s not really doing anything to further her project along. He’s supporting her dreams in name only. The meeting with Heaven in episode six? He’s already sent her to deal with them once.

Oh, I almost forgot, he’s rude to staff, too. He addresses Alastor as a bellhop, uses his head as a prop twice in one song, insults everything Alastor does as soon as he finds out Alastor did it, and while Alastor is defending the hotel (thank you, Charlie, I hope I see more of your spine in the future!) he continues to ramble about how “sinners are violent psychopaths, hellbent on causing as much pain and destructing as they can”. Well, Lucifer, if you got off your ass and did something for once in your +10,000-year-long life, Alastor wouldn’t have to do anything about it.

And Alastor is the facility manager. Charlie addresses him as such when she’s introducing him to Sir Pentious. Meanwhile, Lucifer doesn’t acknowledge a single one of the other hotel residents, not even when they’re introduced to him, outside of Vaggie (and he immediately gets her name wrong!).

Little side tangent here, but if anyone thinks Lucifer can see sinners’ pasts, well, guess what? Instead of picking on literally anyone else, Lucifer chose to bully the mixed-race, non-white-passing (✨leaks✨) man from the Deep South. It’s a lose-lose situation. Either he didn’t know Alastor’s past, or he did. Alastor gets affected both ways.

We all know Lucifer could have only joined the final battle after a Hellborn (in this case, Charlie) was attacked. So how come the guy that can teleport didn’t get there faster? Hmmmm.

As for Lucifer’s reputation scaring off sinners, well, no argument there. And the reason this doesn’t apply to Alastor—The Actual Goddamn Radio Demon™—is because there is a set rule on how to safely interact with him: Do. Not. Fuck. With. Him. Alastor isn’t randomly targeting people in the street, only sinners that mess with him first get eaten. There’s a social rule in place here, and both parties are holding it up.

There are no such social rules with Lucifer. What guarantee do the sinners have that Lucifer won’t just snap them out of existence if they trip over his boot? None. And that’s what makes his presence, not Alastor’s, a genuine scare-off.

Lucifer’s presence at the hotel will be worse for it than anything Alastor could cook up in his free time.

honestly the show should have gotten charlie to put her foot down and tell her dad that he can't permanently stay in the hotel because 1. He's literally the king of hell, any potential residents might be scared shitless of his presence and drive them away, 2. Again, he's the king of Hell, he has a job to do, running Hell, that he didn't do correctly cause he's been stuck making rubber duckies. I know he's in a state of depression due to Lilith's absence and it's reasonable that he's not in the right place but it's not an excuse to ignore his duty to fuck around the hotel and make his daughter, who he neglected for a long time, uncomfortable. He's a grown adult, I'm not gonna baby him because of his condition (unlike the majority of the fandom cuz he's their poor sad uwu baby 😒) and neither should Charlie. Forgiveness doesn't happen overnight, if Lucifer wants to do right for Charlie, then he should get off his sorry ass, take responsibility by being an actual king and help Charlie in any way he can while giving her the space she needs.

Hardly agree, I don't think that Lucifer living in the there is neither good for the hotel or his relationship with Charlie

Like you already he said he could scare potentially residents away and I think people there could be uncomfortable with having the literally highest ranked person living there, like image being an ordinary person and the king of England is living in the same hotel as you

Also Lucifer and Charlie barely had contact for 7 years and then suddenly living together again? Like the hotel is huge but it is still a huge change living in the same building as your parents. I have a good relationship with my parents and still live home with them but i image after not living together with them for years and then suddenly moving back together would definitely cause some problems

Was there even a conversation between them where the two talked about how it would be when Lucifer lives there or did he decided it by himself to move there and didn't even ask her? We didn't saw anything in the show, so i could image both happening

How he handled his duties in the 7 years is something i ask myself, I don't image that he took care of them in himself so did he told someone to do it for him? We see in Helluva boss that Satan took practically over as the boss in court but i don't think he took any other Tasks from Lucifer at least nothing we know about. And we know that Satan uses his absent to tell lies, like that he ruled before Lucifer so that kind of backfired

Like the other sins probably rule their specific rings themselves without Lucifer, i can also image that before Liliths disappearances she ruled over pride ring with Lucifer and took care of the sinners there as we see that Lucifer didn't really seem to care about them

I personally believe that the ars goetias and Overlords also have a huge influence in pride. I personally headcanon that Paimon took over many of Lucifer's tasks as in the mythology he was describing as his most loyal servant (off topic but why isn't there more fanart of Paimon x Lucifers this is the real old man yaoi and not RA) and is the only "King" from the goetias we see in hellaverse

That with babying of Lucifer is something i agree especially that in my opinion Charlie forgave him too fast but that probably was because of the fast pacing of the show. But i don't really want to criticized him too much because of his depressions because i am not an expert in it and don't want to say anything wrong. One thing which annoys me is just when people use the excuse that he is too hurt because of Lilith disappearance and there for completely blameless for his bad relationship with Charlie and blame anything on her and ignore the fact that She was Charlie's mother and Charlie is hurt too

But in the end i don't think that it is going to be a problem in the show, simple because the writers won't probably make it one. Like i think they want Lucifer too bad to be part of the main cast and will ignore the theoretically problems which he could bring with him. Why focusing on the female characters of the main cast who didn't had much spotlight in the first season, just let us add a new male one who will steal the spotlight from them anyway especially his daughter, remember Charlie? The actually protagonist of the show!

Like we will have 3 woman in the main cast (Charlie, Vaggie and Nifty) and 6 men (Alastor, Angel dust, Husk, Lucifer Baxter and Sir pentious). It are double so many man than women there. At least i think it was said that Baxter probably will take over Sir pentious place in the hotel and that pentious background how he ended up in hell will be showed. Remember when people said that helluva boss is a male lead show and Hazbin hotel a female lead one?

[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

My jewish community, friends, rabbi, and educators: We are very invested in helping you be jewish. Do you want to help read the haftarah? Here's a chanukiah! You can have it!! Borrow these books! Here's some books! You need more books... Come to pesach! Come to the chanukah party! When are your classes done? We need a minyan for once!

Me and my 50000 IQ: What if I am Secretly Appropriating judaism? What if I am doing a Cultural Appropriation........

[kacievvbbbb]

Mihawk and the Red Haired Pirates

-Look I don't know what to tell you, Mihawk's epithet is literally Hawkeyes meaning he is world-renowned for his eyesight meaning that he'd probably make a good sharpshooter. And maybe Yasopp decides to test this theory with a little friendly competition. And after giving Mihawk a quick intro into how guns work, maybe Yasopp had to pull out every trick there is in the book to narrowly avoid losing to said Hawkeyes, who as it turns out is indeed very good at hitting targets and who had literally just learned how to cock a gun not even 30 minutes ago. But who's to say what actually happened, the day of November 25th at 2:35pm? Certainly not Yasopp, the record clearly shows he is undefeated.

-Once a year Ben and Mihawk go on a little trip just the two of them. They act like it's just so they can shit-talk Shanks but actually, they just go fishing somewhere in the middle of the ocean and drink horribly overpriced and fancy alcohol. Look Benn loves his crew, and would die for them but also if he doesn't get at least a week to himself once every year he'd kill them all himself. He deserves nice things and a little peace and fucking quiet and not being constantly inundated with the whims of a man child and Mihawk's the closest he's ever gonna get to a friend with taste, and he travels alone with a bunch of fancy wine. Sue the man. Mihawk who would rather nap is fine to let someone else sail his overgrown raft against the annoyingly ever-changing grandline for a week or two.

-Wouldn't it be cute if Mihawk learned a lot of his fancier cooking techniques from Roux? Like he knew how to cook to survive but watching Roux is how he learned to like properly dice vegetables and that eating fish prepared the same way three times a day is not infact a life he would like to lead. This was of course less cute to Lucky Roux who in the beginning had no clue what was happening and only felt the weight of Mihawk's otherworldly stare on the back of his neck as he handled knives. (he defiantly for at least a little bit, thought Mihawk had a knife fetish. which, he's not entirely wrong)

-To Building Snake (who I just learned is the RHP's navigator) Mihawk might as well be a modern-day miracle. In his eyes, Mihawk's sailing is proof that god exists, because only divine intervention can explain how this man ever gets anywhere never mind on time or early even. Building Snake is pretty sure he owns neither a map nor a log pose and he has never actually seen the sails of Mihawk's pretend ship unfurled or in use. Actually, he has never seen Mihawk do anything but sit menacingly on the throne in the middle of the boat, which why? If you think about it for even a second longer that 2 minutes how Mihawk "sails" anywhere breaks every law of physics and somehow even the concept of geography. Building Snake would like to dissect him and study him under a microscope but knows the boss would disapprove.

[bullets-and-masks]

Ok I'm sorry these are SO boring to me and here's a bullet list on why:

all human roster. zer0 and fl4k meant nothing??

another siren. i know it's tradition but how you gonna explain this one? Tyreen's powers?? Also for someone with a pink/magenta heavy theme she's soooo muddled sos

that takes me to: muddy af color palettes. jesus did the bl3 aesthetic seep the contrast out of borderlands. Take my hand 🖐 let's examine:

All the vaulties always had a strong color palette or theme going on. Think about Krieg being mega orange, Zane contrasting blue and yellow, Moze being muddy but having a theme and contrasting with the other vaulties. These new guys fade into each other and into the background.

Individual problems imo with each one from left to right, calling them 1, 2, 3 and 4:

1: god where to start. Boring ASS clothes. The blade gauntlet things don't even stand out. NO silhouette AT ALL totally fades along NPC profiles. Nose piercing and soulpatch? sorry personal gripe but it's just too much. plus the hair and face shape (and bladed) is just Zane Lite™️. All and all from this screenshot alone they leave no impressions.

2: Again no silhouette and even worse her own colors clash. Where's the sense in a leg exposed COVERED in pink places against a pink backdrop of a waist coat?? HELLO?? And the hair jesus. Nothing there. I like that pink, tho. also again can't tell shit about the character from the clothes. Maya: action oriented, hands exposed suggest melee. Brick: a brick. Roland: obvs soldier boy. Amara: casual browler. etc.

3: to me a clusterfuck of subtle references. Ragged cloth, belts, codpiece, beard and hairstyle scream viking oriented. Armor is all over the place. All in all they give me "just some buff dude" energy. No expression at all. And way too top heavy. Too much gray, gordget clashes against paldron, it's just extra stupid how the metal hugs his waist but doesn't cover the abs... Sheesh. At least there's a sense of where the character might go gameplay wise - a Brick or Wilhelm.

4: well here we are everybody: the black female coded character with large pants that look like gigantic hips but a tiiiiiny little heroin chic waist. just take me out back and shoot me, gearbox. Between the visual weight of the big curls all to one side and the huge pants is sandwiched a small face and a minuscule torso. The huge gloves can't even move without hitting the tubes of her pants. I know what the designer was going for but Kingdom Hearts this is not.

If it wasn't by how stark the pink tattoos of the siren character look against the mess of uncoordinated colors this screenshot could've looked like a lineup of side characters like Lorelai or so. Idk, tertiary characters. BC if you think of the ensemble cast like Marcus, Ellie, Scooter, Moxxi, Zed and so on you can cleary think color palettes, silhouettes, character roles.

ALSO WHY IS IT SO SMOOTH??? the comic lines don't look nearly as heavy as they should be (just kidding I know why it's bc the Sergi Brosa-esque designs are busy as all fuck and everything now has to look like Overwatch and Dragon Age Veilguard).

kudos to what seems to be THREE POC characters tho!

[prince-toffee]

Sorry, Long Post Incoming

Well, if you'll allow me I'd love to explain why I love these two, hope it won't take too long. But Silvaze is a curious case, because (and I can only speak for myself) I've fallen in love for the fanon version of them rather than the canon. Which often makes me wonder if I even real like these characters or am I just making things up, am I doing the characters justice when I write for them? idk I struggle with stuff like that. But that being said I do love them and let me try to put it into words. And I adore them to a silly extent. Like I hadn't been this enamoured and obsessed with a pair since my Entrapdak era in 2019. I don't know how it happened. I mean there was a month where I did nothing but read Silvaze fanfics on ao3. I personally recommend TheFlashDriver's stories, they ARE what made me fall in love with Silvaze. 'Treasury' has to be my favourite, it's so adorable. All the tropes and clichés and themes around them are perfectly right up my alley. Seriously, it's like someone wrote them for me specifically! A stoic emotionally-reserved individual who falls for a ray of sunshine. A doe eyed wet puppy who worships his partner like a goddess. That has inspired dozens of fluff fics from me and I loved making them all, they're just so fun and cute to write for.

But that's only half of it all, there's also the story behind the characters. Two people who only had each other in a dark devastated future, who are separated through a sacrifice, history and the universe rewritten, separated by space and time, and yet they still find themselves in the next life, and not only that they became partners again, knowing each other so well that they move in sync through pure muscle memory, this strange sense of deja vu that they were close once, but how could that be, that can't be, can it? It's like a Greek tragedy! Sega?!? You've just been sitting on this?! This is the best writing prompt I've ever heard! btw I also didn't care much for 06, I think it wasn't until Colours that I became fascinated with them, the fact that they CAN in some way remember each other. A bond that can withstand reality being rewritten, that has starcrossed written all over it!

But like I've mentioned, the fanon counterparts were what I first experienced and fell in love with, canon very clearly likes to keep them in the background and apart, which I suppose has a sort of bittersweet irony to it. But what makes me really love them is the potential!

Blaze and Silver remembering their past lives together, brought to tears by both the painful memories but also by knowing their other is with them once again. Would Silver feel ashamed for letting Blaze go, not being strong enough to save her? Would that result in him putting himself in harms way, jumping in front of every danger and taking every hit for Blaze? Sacrificing bit by bit everyday knowing he can never do enough to repay Blaze for all that she has given him.

Would Blaze be guilt-ridden feeling like she left her friend behind in that horrid world? After all, Blaze's sacrifice was her 'death', rewarded by being reborn in a paradise dimension as royalty; with all the riches and luxuries anyone could ever dream of, something she could never have owned when a streetrat in her previous life. Her new environment giving her new opportunities allowing her to provide for friends and family, making sure no little girl ever has to live through the horrors she did, obviously gravitating to and being overprotective of Marine and Cream. (I don't mean to be too self-inserty, but I will be - it definitely reads as an immigrant story through a sci-fi lens) But Silver? His sacrifice was staying behind, Silver never fixed his future when reality was rewritten, he lived through two lives in Crisis City, but this time he was all alone. I imagine Blaze would do whatever she could to share her comforts and luxuries with him.

Let's finish with some fun headcanons, they complement each other constantly, ironically neither of them can take a complement. I know it's some couple's love language, but I cannot see them being snarky with each other, it's just praise and worship. I also like to think that they make each other appreciate life much more. Silver being amazed by the ordinary and the mundane and the everyday; feeling rain and snow for the first time (just giggling at it all), seeing the leaves change colours, and tasteing new foods (Blaze burns every meal she cooks and Silver loves all of them, not just because all the future had was expired canned foods and cockroaches, but also because he just loves her and everything she gifts him). Silver makes Blaze stop and appreciate the everyday life around her, that she took for granted normally. While Blaze provides Silver was a spare guest room in the castle as she knows he's pretty much homeless, provides him with shelter, medicine, food, a loving companionship, and new purpose. She gives him meaning and purpose, she is the world he fights for!

So yeah, I just think they're neat. This should be enough, probably too much. Sorry I get excited when I talk about things I like.

can someone please explain why they enjoy silvaze? either romantically or platonically. i could never get the vibe of their relationship and ironically 06 was the first game i introduced myself to

they're both alright characters but it did take me a while to enjoy them for what they are since they were so bland in 06, i didn't discover rush until like 2019 and my only sources at the time for them were the archie comics