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[nateconnolly]

hi! this is @arkefthos , on my main; love your blog! i wanted to ask as well, is that lyric in your intro from rainbow kitten surprise? quite a nice surprise honestly!

Yes! I had their album RKS constantly playing during one of the most transformative periods of my life. I listened to them going on loooong night jogs thinking about God and stuff. They were playing during the precise moment I stopped being an atheist, so, for me personally, the quote relates a lot to the topic of this blog. Like thinking about divinity, thinking about the cosmos, working out your place in the world by trying to figure out what the world is...

[kittyoncescribbled]

Check-Mate, part 3.

Summary: Mihawk thought he was too old to believe in silly things like love at first sight, but things change;

Word count: 2,712;

Rating/Content Warnings: PG-16, AFAB reader;

Author’s note: ... What can I say, goth man makes my brain go brrrrrr lol Also, Shanks is making an appearance on the next chapter! Please reblog/like if you enjoy this!

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The goodbyes were, surprisingly, tearless.

You kept your composure, delivering handwritten notes to each of the crew members, taking your time to hug each of them, even if Sanji lingered a bit too much in his hug and smooching both Chopper and Luffy on their cheeks. You stood in the land, waving them off, and you stood there until you couldn't see the Thousand Sunny. Mihawk, who didn't come to the pier, could see your silhouette from one of the windows in the mansion; he could tell you were hurting, but he didn't want to step on any toes - and he didn't know what he was supposed to do if you started crying as you did in the library.

As much as he knew you were safe, Mihaw was restless until the sun started setting and you returned inside. He looked for you, but you remained inside your room with the door closed; he could hear you rummaging through things, probably settling in. He hesitated for a moment but knocked on the door.

You opened it with a curious look on your face, and MIhawk could see a small mess of clothes, shoes, and personal items behind you. His eyes lingered on it for a bit before coming back to your face, and he admired the way you never seemed to flinch from him as most people did; due to his title and his fame, most people tended to be scared or tried sucking up to him, but with you, he only saw shyness and lack of knowing where you stood. Mihawk had considered that you were in quite an uncomfortable place: a young woman, a runaway, who was now living with an older man who you didn't know. He could feel that you were scared but not scared of him: you were scared of the situation.

“Miss Y/N, now that the straw hats are gone, you might feel a bit… uncomfortable by yourself. Please know you're free to roam the whole place, apart from my quarters.” You nodded in agreement, looking like a puppy seeking approval. “Whenever you are hungry, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge, just clean up after yourself. The library is also free for you to use; just don't leave it messy.”

“Yes, sir.”

“But apart from that, you are free to do as you please. I would avoid the pier to ensure no one sees you, but the garden and orchard in the back of the house should be fine.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you don't need to call me sir.”

“Yes, s-” you cut yourself off, your face acquiring a pinkish tinge; damn, maybe you should keep calling him that. “Yes.”

“I will go to the kitchen and cook dinner in about fifteen minutes. Would you care to join?” Your face lit up, and your lips, even though he could still see the mark from the attack you had suffered, stretched into a smile. “Sure! I'll meet you downstairs. Let me just change my clothes first.” Mihawk nodded and turned his back silently, leaving you be.

When you made your way downstairs, Mihawk was already chopping tomatoes in one of the counters. After Sanji’s words before leaving, you took the time to really look at the pirate for the first time.

In more plain clothes than you had seen him before, Mihawk was as handsome as ever. You could see the muscles working under the milky skin as if the effort being done were nothing, his piercing yellow eyes focusing on the task at hand as a small crease that you wanted to smooth out with your thumb formed between them. His raven locks, away from his face, shone under the kitchen lights and you could hear him humming a tune.

It felt awkward to see such a dangerous man in a domestic environment, almost like you had walked into something you shouldn’t have seen. Slowly, you approached him and, resting your hip against the counter, asked, “So… how can I help?”

Mihawk had been aware of your presence since you turned around the corner but didn't acknowledge you at first, seeing what you would do. He saw you looking at him, unashamed as you thought he didn't know he was being observed, and allowed you to study him.

He would pay a good amount of berries to know your opinions.

“First, you could go down to the wine cellar and bring us a bottle of wine. After that, you can start cooking the pasta.” Obediently, you nodded and walked away to do as you were told, and Mihawk looked up from the chopping board in time to admire your figure in a simple white skirt and a lilac sweater with a high collar; your legs had minor bruises that were starting to fade away, but that was not enough to diminish the elegance of your shape. Your hair pulled up in a ponytail showed the form of the back of your neck hidden by your clothes. He guessed you would keep on wearing those until the marks around your neck had disappeared.

Seeing you making your way back to the kitchen, Mihawk pointed to where you could find wine glasses, and you poured for both of you. When taking his glass from you, Mihawk let his hand linger for a moment, brushing his fingers against yours and he was rewarded with the vision of blood rushing to your cheeks and you trying to hide it by immediately turning away to start cooking.

Mihawk liked that you both were able to fall into a comfortable silence; he would never admit it out loud, but he enjoyed having Perona and Zoro around — he just disliked how noisy both of them were, Perona in particular. The two of you moved in synchrony, as if you were used to each others or years now.

Leaving you to do the final touches on the meal, Mihawk left to set the table. Ever since Zoro and Perona had left, that was the first time he had company for dinner and he felt himself a little nervous, which he ultimately thought was stupid; he was too old for this bullshit, and you were not old enough to be causing such a comotion inside of him, a man who strived for harmony. He didn’t like being out of balance, but you were like an itch he had to scratch.

The two of you ate in silence, apart from a shy compliment on your part on his homemade sauce - which he enjoyed far more than he would like to admit. You insisted on doing the dishes and basically shooshed him out of the kitchen. A bit amazed by the fact that he was being expelled from his own kitchen, Mihawk went up to the library with his wine glass, where he picked up a book, set up his record player, and sat down to read.

When you came to join him, you walked in, trying to make as little noise as possible. You sat down next to the chess table close to one of the windows, put down your wine glass, and brought one of your knees to your chess, thinking. Mihawk, seeing that, got up and, without saying a word, took the place in front of you. He kept reading his book during your turns, and you examined the stars during his. Mihawk, trying to be gentlemanly, did his best to avoid looking at the strip of skin that showed from under your skirt; however, he couldn’t avoid that his gaze would eventually make its way to the back of your thighs.

Once again, you seemed to drag your turn, unsure of yourself and if the move was the correct one. Mihawk kept trying to encourage you - “Miss Y/N, this is just a game of chess. There's no need to overanalyze it.” Eventually, you pouted and sighed. “Yeah, well, this is easy for you to say. You’re the best swordsman in the world, right? I’m not the best at anything, I’m struggling to be mediocre at everything”.

Mihawk thought to himself that this was probably not true and that even though ambition and persistence were something he prized very much - if it weren’t for Roronoa’s will to eventually surpass him, he would never have entertained the idea of training him -, he thought you were being too hard on yourself.

And he wasn’t willing to admit he was being biased.

“I understand the aspiration to continually strive for self-improvement, and I believe it is important to pursue personal development in a constructive manner. It is not advisable to be overly critical of oneself in this pursuit. However, if there is a genuine desire for self-improvement, it should be pursued diligently.”

You smiled and looked down at the chess board, finally making your move. “I think… It’s just another way of being afraid of messing up things, you know? I’ve been pressured all my life to be perfect, my uncle kept telling me that he’d never find a suitor for me because I was useless, so he had me trained in a bunch of stuff that I wouldn’t necessarily need, like cooking, baking, sewing and a bunch more. Just to appease some future hypothetical husband.” Mihawk could feel the disdain in your voice, sharp as a knife. “So… I may not have a lot of life skills, but I can bake you a lovely apple pie while I sew buttons to your shirt. Nice, huh?”

Mihawk didn’t reply, as he didn’t know what to say; the swordsman just took a sip of wine and watched as your face grew redder and redder, and it seemed like you were fighting with emotions internally.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be throwing all of this on you.” You said with a modulated voice, clearly trying to sound nonchalant. “I think it’s best if I go back to my room, I still need to finish organizing my clothes.”

“Certainly, Y/N. We can resume this at a later time.” With a nod, you walked out of the room, leaving Mihawk to finish his wine glass by himself.

Eventually, you two discovered a routine that seemed to work: during the day, Mihawk would leave you be, and by the noises around the house, he knew that you spent most of your day reading, playing chess, or baking; whenever you crossed paths in the halls, you would acknowledge him with a smile. At night, you would cook together, mostly in silence, or, on the occasion that Mihawk would indulge you, you would sit on a stool near the counter and read the newspaper for him. He could sense in your voice how proud you were every time there was a headline about the strawhats, and he took notice of your keeping those pages for yourself.

When you were done eating, Mihawk would either bring you to the library, where you would continue a match of chess you had started the previous night, or you would make your way to the garden, where you propped your telescope — that Franky so kindly took out of the Sunny for you — and studied the night sky while Mihawk, after setting up some old record in his record player, sat next to you reading a book.

Slowly, like a flower blossoming during spring, you started opening up to him: how life was before running away, the friends you had left behind, how your uncle treated you, how your parents passed, your likes and dislikes… Mihawk collected those pieces of information as if they were pearls to put on a string, as collectively, they were the experiences that formed who you were. As much as he wasn't someone who enjoyed small talk, he was a good listener, and as he had said to the cook, he was curious about you.

He was enjoying taking his time knowing you, which made him even more grumpy when taking notice of his next mission.

That night, after dinner, Mihawk presented you with a tiny den den mushi. “Y/N, I will be leaving Kuraigana for a while as I have a business to deal with. This den den mushi is so you can still communicate with me, even when I'm away, in an emergency.” You looked sad while taking the little snail from his hands and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “It'll be lonely in this big house by myself, but I hope you'll come back safe.”

“Fuck,” Mihawk thought, “It is nice to have someone waiting for you back home.”

You had called Mihawk almost every night; he got a little startled the first time, but you called for five minutes just to check with him. But now, a week and a half later, your calls lasted a little longer while you told him about your day: you were taking care of his garden for him, finished a couple of books, rearranged the furniture in your room, read about the strawhats in the newspaper. Mihawk spent most of the calls quietly listening, but the sound of your voice was soothing enough for him to set his usual grumpiness and stoic nature for a moment and spoil himself by pretending he was back at home.

“God, I hope I’m not bothering you. I’ve been blabbering non-stop for a long time now, haven’t I?”

“To some extent, yes.” Mihawk felt your hesitation on the line.

“Sorry. I’m just used to having a lot of people around me, either the servants back home or the guys in the Thousand Sunny… I don’t know how to be alone. But I apologize, I understand you’re busy, and I shouldn’t be distracting you. Just… Do you know when you’re coming back?”

“Three days. Around lunchtime.”

“Ok! Thanks. I’ll let you go now. Bye!” And just like that, you were gone.

Mihawk wished you kept calling.

As always, Mihawk started relaxing as soon as he saw the silhouette of Kuraigana; every time he had to leave home, he held his breath until he came back. Looking up, he could see a small shadow in one of the top windows, which vanished as soon as he saw it.

After finally stepping foot on dry land, Mihawk started walking the distance to the castle, holding onto his coat, trying to make sure that his surprise wouldn’t escape his arms. With a smile, you were waiting for him in the entrance hall, and he could smell something in the kitchen. Now that you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt, Mihawk could see that the bruises had faded away during the time he was out of Kuraigana. “Welcome back!”

“I have brought something for you. ”You looked up at the pirate, curious and shy.

“Oh god, please don’t bother with me. You don’t need to get me things.”

“You said you were lonely, so I merely brought you some companion,” Mihawk said, opening his coat and revealing, curled up to his side, a tiny black kitten with striking yellow eyes. You immediately cooed at the little pet, taking it into your arms and cradling the kitty like a baby. “He’s so cute! What’s his name?”

“He is yours. You name him.” You held the cat until you could stare it in the eyes.

“Midnight? What do you think, huh? Do you feel like Midnight?” The cat licked your nose, eliciting a giggle out of you. Mihawk, despite feeling tired from traveling, felt a warmth on his chest.

With a smile big and bright enough to outshine the sun itself, you looked up to the swordsman. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. Now let’s get to the kitchen. I’ve baked a lasagna, and there’s a cherry pie in the oven, too.” Still carrying Midnight in your arms, you went to the kitchen without looking back.

Mihawk could do nothing but follow you. 

[maidragoste]

Another Man

Summary: Harwin discovers that there is another man in your life.

part 2 of this.

part 3

I'm just going to say that I don't regret anything and that I have many ideas to continue writing to this MC and her lovers 🥰💖

comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated 🥰💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Harwin misses you. He misses your smiles, your kisses, your hugs, he misses how you took care of him every time he came back hurt or tired of his guards, he misses the talks until dawn, he misses waking up by your side.

Since Jacaerys's birth, the only thing he received from you was silent treatment and hateful looks every time they were alone. You had kicked him out of your chambers so he now slept alone but from time to time you made him spend the night with you just so as not to arouse more suspicion at court.

The first time you called him Harwin he had felt so hopeful thinking that your love for him was great enough to forgive him and give him another chance. He believed that your invitation to your chambers was the first step in making things right. He was disappointed and heartbroken when you didn't even greet him when he entered your chambers, all you told him, or rather ordered him, was that he come to your quarters every ten days. Before you sleep you always put pillows between the two of you. Sometimes he took advantage of your deep sleep to move the pillows and hug you, pretending that everything was fine between the two of you and that you still loved him.

Today marks ten days since he last came to your chambers. Despite your silent treatment, he was eager to go, it always calmed him down to see you sleep and he could hug you without you wanting to kill him, so he didn't even bother to knock on the door and went directly to your chambers. His anxiety turned into concern when he saw that the maester was with you.

"What happened?" he came quickly to your side. He didn't see that you had any wounds or cuts or that you were bleeding so he hoped that whatever your ailment was it wasn't something serious.

"Nothing to worry about, Lord Strong, I was just bringing your wife some tea to calm her nausea."

"Nausea? Are you sick?"

"Thank you for your help, maester" you nodded and waited for him to leave to answer your husband "I'm pregnant"

Harwin felt as if you had plunged a knife into his heart. Is that how you felt when you looked at Jaceaerys and realized that it was his son? Did you feel this pain when he confessed to you that he loves Rhaenyra too? He deserved to feel the same pain he caused you. He had been the first to break your heart by falling in love with the princess and getting into her bed. He was the one who ruined your marriage and lost your trust and love. He had no right to feel angry or betrayed. He had only caused all of this. If he had only been brave enough to talk to you earlier about his feelings for Rhaenyra, if only he had been honest with you, maybe they would have come to some kind of agreement, and maybe things would be better than they are now. Maybe he wouldn't have lost you.

You had already told him that he had lost you but he acted as if he had never heard those words and he hope that by some miracle you will forgive him. Now that you were carrying another man's child, he could see that you were serious.

Harwin wanted to ask you who you slept with and if you loved your new lover but he felt he had no right to know, but he didn't want to know either, he couldn't bear to hear that your heart now belonged to someone else. He preferred to believe that you had only let another man into your bed in revenge, that this was all about hurting him the same way he hurt you, and that there was no feeling involved.

"You can stop coming when I'm five months pregnant." You informed him as if he were a worker that you won't need his services anymore "If someone asks, I'll just say that the maester recommended we not share a bed until the baby is born" you took the cup of tea and walked away from him.

That night Harwin didn't move the pillows nor did he hug you while you slept. He couldn't even bear to stay in your bed all night and know that someone else was in the same place as him, he couldn't stop thinking about scenarios of you with your unknown lover.

•••••

The guard saw you and instantly turned away from the door knowing that the queen was already waiting for you. It wasn't a secret that you spent most of your time with her and her children.

"Sorry for being late" you apologized entering the room and interrupting the conversation between Larys and Alicent, first you approached her to give her a short kiss, you smiled at her when you saw her blush and then you went to kiss Larys "Your son doesn't wanted to get away from Sunfyre so it took me longer than expected to take him to his lessons with the maester," you said as you sat between the two of them, the affection you had for the prince in your voice.

“About Sunfyre…

You knew that tone in Alicent, she was worried and you knew why, you three had already had this conversation more than once. Ever since she found out you were pregnant she didn't want you to spend time in Dragon's Pit. She was afraid that one day one of the guards would come to tell her that one of those beasts had attacked you. You got tired of repeating to her that this would not happen.

You looked at Larys. You could tell from the boredom on his face that they were also talking about it before you got there.

“Aegon has to learn to care for and bond with his dragon. If his father doesn't bother to teach her then someone has to do it” you interrupted her and began to cut your meat with more force than necessary. Every time you think of Viserys you feel anger for the little attention she gave to her children but of course, he had time and attention for Rhaenyra's bastard. "A dragon would never harm its rider"

"But what about you? You are not its rider. It is dangerous. Especially in your condition” Alicent looked at you anguished. She didn't want anything to happen to you. King's Landing without you would be hell. You are the person she trusts the most. It hadn't been Alicent's intention to cling to you. But you're the only person who really cares for her, for Alicent Hightower, and not for the queen.

It all started when her engagement to Viserys was announced, Rhaenyra began to hate her and pushed her away. She thought you would support the princess and do the same. She was surprised that you stayed by her side and listened to her, you didn't call her a liar when she told you that she only did what her father ordered, instead you guiltily confessed that you were also in her position and that you believed that Viserys didn't choose you because you admitted to him that you were in love with Harwin Strong.

Alicent looked so lonely and sad without Rhaenyra. You didn't know if it was the guilt you carried thinking you should be taking Alicent's place but you started spending time with her. The first time you found her in the weirwood you pretended it was a coincidence, the second time you admitted you were looking for her on purpose, after the third time it became a routine to meet there at the same time. One day Alicent woke up and the first thing she thought about was that she longed for the time to come so she could see you. Every time she was with you she felt calm, she wasn't nervous thinking about what role she should be playing or thinking if she said the wrong thing she would push you away.

"Sunfyre won't do anything to me unless I hurt Aegon, which I never will" you took the queen's hand and gave it a squeeze "So you have nothing to worry about" you kissed her knuckles. "Now can we continue eating or is there something else to discuss?”

"Harwin was seen sneaking into the princess's chambers again," Larys informed you, and he carefully appraised you looking for any trace of sadness or disappointment in your eyes. He was satisfied to find none of it. The truth was that He hadn't believed that you had completely overcome your feelings for his brother, but it was more than clear from your face that you no longer cared what Harwin did.

"I'm not surprised, considering that I told him about my pregnancy last night," you admitted stroking your stomach with your free hand. "I don't care what Harwin does anyway because I have both of you" you smiled and Alicent felt her heart rise. She loved you so much and she was happy that her feelings were finally reciprocated. She shouldn't be happy that Harwin cheated on you but if it wasn't for your husband's infidelity then you wouldn't be with her and Larys now.

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miguel x grumpy reader

now if there was anyone else feared upon in the spider society that wasn't named 'miguel o'hara', it was you. the moment you joined the spider society, everyone had a new face to fear.

every day was a challenge for the rest of the spider society, even jess and peter b couldn't go to your quarters without knocking and stating their name and business for coming there. if they wasted your time with an easy picking mission, or a bad joke, or at worst... a childish prank, they'd be squishes spiders in the next minute–or make that in the next five seconds.

you were serious about your job, no nonsense was allowed on your watch. you reminded everyone of a certain leader who was very particular with how things were run at HQ, and how fun was virtually dead when he was doing things his way.

but surprisingly...

"i hate him." you seethed as you clenched your fists, your eyebrows were furrowed as you scrunched up your nose, gritting your teeth. peter b spit out his coffee all over the table by accident, jess fetching a few napkins to clean it up.

"you... you hate miguel?" peter b asked, exasperated and... bewildered, if anything else. you nodded, slowly, as your eye twitched just the slightest at the mention of that damned man's name.

"he thinks he's the shit. honestly, what's wrong with him? why does he make everything about him? you've seen how he plans out the missions, he always delivers the finishing blow. he never lets anyone else do the work, it's always him, him, him!" you exclaim as you got up and threw the table down out of rage.

peter b yelped as jess grabbed him and brought the both of them to the side. they were... extremely surprised you didn't see eye-to-eye with miguel. they always believed that if they weren't miguel's closest allies, you'd be. but no. your rage and hatred for miguel subverted their expectations.

"so glad i never let them hold mayday..." peter b murmured. "well be glad if they don't hear you right no–" jess was telling him, until you turned your head with a scowl at them. "i could hear everything you two were saying, y'know." you warned them, which was their cue to leave.

you cooled down after a few hours, beating anomalies without anyone else holding you down or telling you what to do always hit the spot. but soon, the dreaded hour came.

a holographic image of miguel appeared on your watch, you tried your hardest not to look angry nor disgusted at the sight of him, even when masked. "report back to my office at HQ, we got a situation here." he said curtly, and before you could even ask what was so important that he had to call you, he hung up immediately.

you sighed and groaned in frustration as you opened up a portal to head back to HQ. the moment you stepped back into HQ, you were in miguel's office. you crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow.

"talk to me." you said in a monotonous voice as miguel turned around to look at you, confused. "why're you here?" he asked. you looked at him in disbelief. "o'hara, don't fuck with me. you called me earlier, dumbass." you reminded him, getting a little pissed off at him playing dumb.

miguel looked at you now in disbelief, turning around fully to face you as his platform slowly descended. you tapped your foot impatiently like a cartoon character. "last time i checked, you weren't from earth-8311. what's got you so impatient over nothing?" he asked in a tired voice.

you groaned. "you. you called me? jeez, i thought you of all people would know it's not hilarious to waste another person's valuable time with such stupid, insipid little pranks!" you exclaimed, angry, and a little embarrassed because miguel really did seem like he didn't know what you were talking about. could you have been wrong, for once in your life?

miguel put a hand up to stop your fuming self from framing him from any more allegations of him summoning you to his office. "i didn't call anyone, i was out fighting more variants of the vulture with jess and a new recruit. i didn't call for anyone else, except... dammit." miguel breathed out as he put a hand to his side and pinched the bridge of his nose with furrowed eyebrows.

"lyla!" miguel called for the ai assistant in an irritated voice. lyla showed up a little disheveled, she soon refreshed herself and came back looking more presentable. "what?" she asked as she looked at miguel, who looked at her a little... desperately.

"did you... did you call them?" miguel was asking lyla in a hushed voice, almost as if he did not want you to hear what they were talking about even if it concerned you.

lyla looked at miguel, then at you, then back at miguel, then back at you, then she smiled. she shrugged. "i did." she said in a cheeky, unenergetic voice.

miguel rubbed both of his temples and shut his eyes when lyla admitted she called you. you pit your hands on your hips and raises an eyebrow, still unsure of what was going on.

"but why?" miguel asked in a slightly nervous tone. "you know never to call their line unless... it's absolutely necessary." he reminded lyla, who laughed a little at that.

"i was just doing what you told me to do, test out your automated answering system for video calls. it was arbitrary, just so happened to call them with an automated response. no biggie." she said with a smile and a shrug as miguel looked like he was about to combust out of frustration towards her.

"so what is it? why'd you call?" you asked in an expectant voice, looking at miguel who tried to appear brave, but instead, appeared remorseful.

"i... i didn't call you here." he admitted, looking at you then back away. "lyla was testing out the beta stages of a project i have, um, it was an arbitrary choice, really, just so happened to call you by accident and didn't get to tell you it was a beta test. i'm sorry, for wasting your time and energy for coming here." he apologized.

your eyes widened as you looked at him. "you... apologized?" you asked with a tone of surprise. "you, miguel o'hara, apologized to me?" you asked incredulously as lyla was taking videos of this moment.

miguel put his hands to his hips, hung his head, and nodded. "yeah." he said with a click of his tongue as he looked back up at you. "i'm sorry." he said, and though it was hard to distinguish it from sarcasm or sincerity, miguel really was being sincere with his apology for wasting your time.

you stared at him, you refused to believe he was being honest. "and why would you apologize? i thought everyone here was expected to bow down to you, mr. o'hara." you asked, putting up your cold front.

"well... if you must know, um..." miguel stuttered, trying to find the right words, when lyla finally spoke up on his behalf. "your badassness scares him shitless. he hates having to piss you off because he wants to keep living." she said, and as miguel lunged forward to shut her up, lyla moved from one side of his to the other. "that, and he thinks you're super hot, so there. toodles." she said as she logged off as miguel was going to lunge at her again. he cussed under his breath as you took in what lyla said.

"is it true?" you asked him, your tone softening. he turned around to face you, and looked at you with a nervous expression. "do i... scare you?" you ask miguel as you approached him. he loomed over you, but you always found ways to subdue your opponents–miguel never wanted you to see him as one. in fact, he wanted you to look at him as the complete opposite, really.

"um... yes." he admitted, looking down at the ground. "but, you also find me attractive?" you ask, which sends a warmth through miguel's cheeks. "i... i kinda do." he mutters as he looks away from you.

you put a hand on his chin as you made him look at you, gently turning his face to look at you. "oh, well don't just look away from someone after you confess to them, that's very rude." you said with a joking air.

miguel looked at you, his eyes wide as he saw, for the first time, a playful look on your face that had no malice, no anger, no... grump in it. "i may be grumpy and serious, but that doesn't mean i'm heartless." you tell him as you squeeze his cheeks together.

"man, who'd've thought a big, commanding man such as you was actually scared of little old me? now that just makes me blush." you said with a small laugh as a rosy blush slowly appeared on your cheeks, miguel's blush deepening.

"so, do you... do you feel the same way?" he asks you, pretty hopeful of your answer. you shrug. "i did just admit to jess and peter b how much i hated the way you made everything in missions about you... but maybe you did that because you hate having someone telling you what to do. i hate that too, actually." you say with a grin.

"i kinda like the cut of your jib, o'hara. maybe... maybe you and i can come around to a compromise on our, well..." you trailed off as you searched for the right words.

"attitude problems." lyla chimed in as she disappeared just as immediately as she came in. miguel groaned as you chuckled. miguel smiled up at you. "yeah, maybe we can... take a break from being such grumps." he said.

"hey, you're the grump–i'm always the right one, you know that." you tell him as you give him a sly look.

"is that right now?" miguel asked sarcastically as he smiled at you.

maybe both of your grumpiness would only be a sometime thing now, hopefully.

tags!! @miguelswifey04

[morganwrites12672]

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Billy hates Hawkins, you show him it's not so bad.

** THIS IS NOT SMUT**

"You're not like other girls, ya know," Billy tells you. You scoff and light his cigarette for him. You light one up for yourself and take a drag.

You exhale, "No shit, Hargrove," you laugh. "that is exactly the compliment every girl is dying to hear," you laugh, billy wasn't going to get you that easy

"Well, you haven't made one comment on my ass," Billy says and you laugh. That was very true.

"Well, you haven't made one on mine. I don't know if I should be offended or glad," you say and Billy laughs.

"Maybe this shit hole isn't so bad," Billy says as you both take another drag.

"I could show you how good it really is," you offer and he smiles.

"I thought it wasn't going to be as easy to get in your pants," Billy laughs.

"No, I am going to show the you some cool places, strictly PG," you say and boop him on the nose. He looks offended.

"Did you you just?" He asks and you nod before walking to your car.

"Meet me at the arcade when you drop off Max, 5pm," you tell him and he nods.

He had it bad, as you drove off he stomped out his cigarette before getting in his Camaro. As he drives, all he can think of is you.

He hasn't felt this way before, he didn't just want sex. He had made the earlier comment as a joke, he knew you wouldn't be trying to get in his pants.

You made him feel things. He was excited to see you, your laugh made him get butterflies. He had never been excited to see a girl, other then for hook-ups.

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It was a Friday afternoon, 5pm. You pulled up to the arcade and lit a cigarette while waiting for Billy. As you exhale your first puff, he comes tearing into the parking lot.

You stomp your cigarette as he exits the vehicle. Max flips him off, and you hear faint yelling before he walks over to you.

"Where we going, pretty girl?" He asks as Max look at him with disgust. You grab a bag of quarters from your car and smile.

"The arcade is the best place to hang out, but no smoking. There's to many kids," you say and walk towards the entrance.

"Are you kidding me?" Billy calls after you and begins speed walking towards you. He couldn't believe that you, you of all people, thought this place was cool.

"Take a guess," you say and open the door. Billy groans before following you inside. He didn't have to. He could of turned around and sped off in his Camaro. He didn't.

He sees you at a brightly colored machine labeled 'Pac-Man'. He groans before going to stand next to you.

"You try," you tell him and move aside. You slip in the quarters and billy begins to play. He actually isnt very bad at the game, for a beginner.

He soon gets caught up in the game as he realizes he won't be able to leave until he has the high score. If only he knew who held it.

You can't believe your eyes. The billy hargrove was playing a kids game, and he was having fun. He would be getting hell for this from now until the day you die.

Max walks toward the Pac-Man machine, she had a few extra quarters she wanted to use on something other then Dig-Dug.

She is in utter shock to see billy yelling at an arcade machine. He was with some girl, and he wasn't even smoking.

"I can't beat whoever '*your arcade name*' is," billy says and moves to let you try. You smile at him.

"It's me,"

"Seriously?!?" Billy asks with his hands on his hips, "you let me spend an hour trying to beat you?" He asks and you smile and nod.

Max turns around and immediately walks back to Dig-Dug. That was weird as hell.

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Requests are open

[agent99galanzo]

Frozen in ice |Natasha x Reader

An: it's my first time writing so please your opinion and rebloging matters to help me grow, but only the nice once though I don't count any of your negativity things

Ps. English is not my first language

Reposting and translating my work to any other language is not allowed and any other kind of copycat stuff is prohibited. Happy reading Fellas.

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Just like any other stressful day here in the compound Me and Steve just got back from a last minute undercover operation on a fancy ball in Costa Rica.

After finishing the debriefings and giving the file to Nick and Hill.

we start our trek back into the living quarters area.

And we're currently talking about the things that happened in our lives.

While I'm still wearing a fitted black dress that has a long slit to the side under my coat and also some black high heels

And steve is still also wearing his navy blue suit

"So it's been a while since the incident happened between you and agent Sharon Carter.... any new people you seem to have interest with or some?" I tell Rogers.

"No... and why you seem so interested in my love life?"

"Nothing,just asking because seems like the lady from the diner we went into last day couldn't take her eyes of you and.... I can't believe I'm saying this but she's kinda cute".I smirked at the last part

Steve glance at me " You mean the woman that served us or the lady at the counter? "

"The curly haired woman that served us"

"Huh... yeah she's nice the one with nose piercing?"

"Yeah... Why? You also found her you know... Intresting or something?"

I raised a brow and smirk

"Kinda but the piercing yeah... not ready for that"

"Huh... So if she doesn't have you know any piercing or whatever on her head that is hanging, I mean would you... go for it.... "

"No"

I raised a brow and looked at him

"why?"

Before he could even answer an agent greets us when we enter the lift

"It's just that... it's hard to find someone you hade the same life experiences as you"

"Huh.... you have a point, but if you find that someone or anyone how would you like approach them?" I ask.

The lift opens and we head our way to the dining area

He raised an brow and looked at me "You mean flirt with them?"

"Yeah, Not like Flirt flirt more like you... know...something like how to approach them "

"Why did you ask

I look at him and say

"Nothing... just you know curiosity kills a pig that's all... plus I wanna know how much practice you had"

They reach the dining area where everyone was

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Natasha Pov's

After a long ass stressful day here in the compound it finally dinner time .

"Hey nat"

wanda greets as she is the one who first acknowledge my appearance, followed by the others.

"Hey" I greet back to them and also notice that both Y/n and Rogers are not here.

'Huh... wierd' I said to my self knowing that Rogers is not that late type of person.

His actually already here with the others every time I arrive that is why it's so strange.

And also Y/n the woman I secretly like for quite a long time now. They must be on a mission.

I mean who wouldn't like her she's beuatiful like me of course.... ,Ok fine as much as it pains me to say this but I gotta admit she is even prettier than me and she is also hot as hell she could be a Victoria Secret model if she is not an agent.

I wonder what type of creature or god mold her perfect beauty.

And also she's clever, wise, smartass, sassy, and maybe  many people would say that she's rude but the truth is she's really kind and caring in her on way.

She doesn't like to show to people but I've seen it quite a few times when we went on a mission and also,when we went grocery shopping she bought like a whole separate grocery basket for a homeless person 2 kilometers  away from here at the compound.

I snap back to reality when someone tap my shoulder "Romanoff", I  quickly twist there arm and bring them to the ground

"OH MY GOD!!"

" SWEET! LORD! JESUS!"

" MY!! GOD!!ROMANOFF!"

"ROMANOFF EASY!!"

"NATASHA"

Then I realized that is was Barton who tap my shoulder and also the that I bring to the ground.

I let go of him and help them get up.

"Jesus clint are you planning to give me a heart attack and that's what you get for scaring me."

"Ok.. first of all that hurts" he said as he rolls around his shoulder.

"And second of all I've been calling you for about a minute straight and your not responding... so sorry if I scared the living shit out of you.." he said as we sat back down

"Whatever..."

"What got you so far from your mind?"

"Nothing"

"We both know that, that nothing means something"

"So what is it"

But before I could answer an arrival of people interrupted us.

And... they have arrive

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Y/n Pov

"I didn't say anything about you needing practice. I ask about how much practice.... ok let's not say practice 'cuase now I think that's sound so trifling... let's just say... experience. There 'experience'... now let me rephrase the question and answer it. Steve Grant Rogers How much experience have you had with flirting with somebody in your time back then

"Fine many than once."

There satisfied?"

"Oh... real-" before I could finish I didn't realised that everybody is already here.

"Hey you two... how was the mission " Tony ask

"Fine everything goes as

planned. " steve said

"Yup.. Ahuh.. everything goes as planned" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"What... everything did go as planned" steve answered.

"Yeah everything except the distracting the woman part"

"Well what happened"

"Let's just say I instructed him to flirt with the woman at the bar so I can swooped in and get the USB from the back,but guess what"

"What...? What happened did he peed on his pants" Sam chimed in

"Haha that's hilarious sam"

"I know right"

"No thank God he didn't, but it looks like he almost did" I said smiling

"No. I did not "

I just smiled at him "What matter is we execute and did the job done on time without causing any harm".

"Awhh look at you covering up how awful your flirting skills are..." I said with a sass.

"I- whatever you say. In my defence I did my best to that woman and... the woman wasn't even invlove there".

I smile at him "I know just wanna see how fast can you go from bieng a 0-10... and my..my... if I may say I would rate it a 5 if you aren't that good looking"

"Ouch"

I walked pass him towards the fridge to get my self some refreshing water before turning around to look at him straightin the eye." Looks like your body might be defrosted from the ice but your flirting capability hasn't...." I pause to drink.

"would you want me to go and do you a favor of going down there and check if it still frozen and defrost it for you so you can use it..??" I said it playfully.

He look at me with a slight annoyance in his face "whatever I'm gonna go take a shower" and walks away.

I laugh as he struts away.

"Very clever" Nat said and I just wink at her in response as I also walk away and grabbing my coat along the way to

Get change in my room.

And that dress was already enough to sweep Nat of the feet by the agent but damn she got got her by the hook with that wink.

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@romanoffsbish @dirtyvulture @natsarrownecklacx @natsfirecat @natsxaddiction @jedi-luca @darkwaveho @daddynattt @an-evergreen-rose @abbyromanoff @twilight-99-tm @traveler-at-heart

[utilitycaster]

How to welcome new fans

This is obviously incredibly subjective/influenced by my personal experience, but it's something I've had bouncing around in my mind since well before all the D20 nonsense and which I think is a useful starting point!

The golden rule is let the new fans decide what they want and need. If your enjoyment of something depends on whether other people enjoy it the same way you do, that is a you problem, to be remedied as quickly as fucking possible. Or at the very least keep your whining to private quarters.

Some conclusions from that are:

Assume new fans are as smart as you are if not smarter. Once you were new to this fandom too, and you (presumably) picked it up; why can't they? Do not hold people's hands unless they explicitly ask for it. It is probably intended as a kindness, but it is also immensely condescending and irritating when unwelcome. I personally like the experience of not quite knowing what's going on and picking it up as I go, and it sucks when I make an idle wondering post and some random person I've never seen before starts explaining it to me like I'm 5.

Be thoughtful when interacting with their posts. If it's not maintagged? Think about why they may have made that choice. I often do not main tag post for works I'm new to both to avoid spoilers and because when I have, I've gotten somewhat swarmed by people excited by new blood or spoiling things for me, and I do not want that.

On the flip side, don't speak for new fans among older fans. Do not tell people what and what not to spoiler tag. Do not position yourself as the fucking ambassador. (I've been harsh on D20 fans so I want to be clear this is a HUGE problem in CR; I've gotten wild asks from existing fans telling me to spoiler tag plot points from 2015 because of new people in the TLOVM fandom, and with every new campaign or EXU there's a barrage of obnoxious ~*you don't need to know all of CR to watch this!*~ posts that are I think less presumptuous but just as annoying as the shit we're seeing from D20 fans.)

Honestly everything else I would say is covered by the above. Don't push your opinions on new fans who literally didn't ask, especially if they're your long-nursed grudges. Believe me, I love being a hater but I make an effort not to be a hater in the replies or reblogs of other people's posts. Don't ask people who join the fandom and provide particularly interesting commentary to go faster. Generally ask yourself "do I sound like I am asking this internet stranger to join my polycule and/or vampire cult? Do I sound like I'm asking for their TPS reports except the reports are art or meta?" and if the answer is not a resounding "Nope", stop what you're doing.

[hohuios]

#Hohuios. "The legendary devil hunter who sealed away the demon emperor Mundus. The son of Sparda, the demon revered by the Order of the Sword, Dante stands alone between demons and humanity. his mastery of close-quarter and ranged combat has led some to believe he has surpassed his father."

A selective and rather canon-strict portrayal for Dante of the Devil May Cry franchise. This depiction of his character will touch on his appearances throughout the series, from DMC1 up to DMC5, and importantly, the nuances for his character that are introduced in DMC: The Animated Series (x) stand very central here. I have yet, however, to go through all of DMC's written material/adaptations. I'd consider a quick glimpse at the rules beneath! Hey there, I'm Sae (known by/as iniziare) and I'm the one who very passionately writes this cowboy.

Other blogs: Guizhong (Genshin Impact), Seele / Kafka (Star Rail)

Writer/Disclaimer. Hello, hello, I'm Sae, in the dirty 30s, and I'm some weird amalgamation of Dutch/French/Polish with an American accent, who currently lives in France. While in the GMT+1 timezone, my schedule allows me to sometimes be around at rather odd hours for most Europeans, so if you see me hearting your things in the middle of the night... shhh.

Furthermore, I bear no affiliation to Devil May Cry, the character of Dante or anything related. Any and all written and visual (excluding reblogs) material found on this blog however are, unless stated or referenced otherwise, entirely my own.

Social Politics. We're in the old DMC fandom, so let me make this perfectly clear right off the bat, this blog is Spardacest friendly; you will find no disapproval of it here (nor will I respect you if you choose to harass people over this instead of practicing avoidance). There is a very thick and firm line for me between fiction and life outside of it, and so I do not condemn writers here that touch on dark(er) topics in the same league that I do not condemn bestselling authors that do the same. While accepting of these dynamics, with the possibility of venturing into them myself when I come to see a basis for them; the popular Dante and Vergil (DV) is not one that I will adhere to within my portrayal, as I respectfully disagree with the foundation for it (though I understand/respect people who ship/write it).

To add to that, I'm here to write, I do not and will not get involved in social politics of any kind, this includes (but is not limited to): call-out and cancel culture, white knighting in the eyes of anon hate, ship wars, gatekeeping, and real life politics. Aside from the topic noted above, the universe of Devil May Cry is a dark one, and I will not restrict myself in exploring these topics from an analytical point of view. If you're unsure of whether that's up your alley or not, you're under no obligation to follow me and in the same mind, you're free to unfollow whenever you see fit. No ill will. I'm incredibly big on respect, and I happily offer it to you in the same capacity as you offer it to me, it's a two way street. We're adults here, after all.

Shipping/Romantic interests. While Dante is rather of a (tried, true and failed) ladies' man, who may throw the odd comment left/right to women and men alike, this does not mean that there's an automatic opening to shipping with him. I'm a very selective shipper who nit picks way too much for my (and unfortunately, his) own good, so you won't see it easily. Beyond that, I do not believe that he's as easy to ship with as the fandom makes him out to be. All in all, just don't equate flirtations/teases with shipping invitations without hopping into DMs!

[ambrosius-goldenlion]

Dash Game prompted Headcanons pt.1

((Same thing as the last post but for things that could actually be a Headcanon.))

    𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

 bold what applies - italicize what sometimes applies. Repost, don’t reblog.

fights honorably  /  fights dirty

prefers close - quarters  /  prefers range

chats during  /  goes silent

low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts  /  attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily /provokes their opponent/ teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly /tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly

fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds/ runs away when wounded /hides wounds /takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade /  prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength/ doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians/ strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat/ begs for mercy

compliments their opponent/ insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge /prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain /fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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YOUR CHARACTER IN FIVE QUOTES!

( repost, do not reblog. )

tell us your favorite quotes from your muse. give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said then tag your friends !!

"I'll do it. If anyone can find Bal... find Ballister, before someone else gets hurt... it's me."

"Wait. Let it run. Something doesn't feel right. He hates freestyle jazz."

"My mind? I've lost my mind. I've lost everything. The man I love, my best friend. Although now, apperently, he's got a new best friend. What's that about? What else is he hiding? Who's the real him? Who am I? A direct descendant of Gloreth? I never asked for that. Now everyone expects me to arrest Ballister, and If I don't, I'm a traitor to you, and If I do, I'm a traitor to him. Oh, and on top of that, I chopped off his arm! His arm! Who chops off an arm? Because I was trained to? Arm chopping is not a love language!"

"I know. I believe you. I... I'm sorry. For everything. For your arm. She manipulated you. She manipulated both of us. but together, we'll take her down and prove it to the kingdom. You'll be a knight again."

"And what if we're wrong? What if we've always been wrong?"

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What kind of touch does Ambrosius possess?

Warm Touch

"you are the embodiment of a cozy blanket and warm sunshine on a cool day. you give the best hugs, they are truly powerful. you embrace others with your big heart and feel everything to the max. you have a gift for uplifting others and raising the mood of whatever situation you are in. you can easily read the room and give your attention to who needs it the most. you are a joy to be around. others feel at home around you, which leads to lasting meaningful relationships.

sometimes, though, you neglect yourself by putting others first. you feel that you will not be loved if you don't care for others. it can be hard to constantly put up a happy facade, i know. but remember, you are worthy of love."

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【 italicize / bold as relevant: 】

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 :    bonfires, competitiveness, hand veins, loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2am, abandoned beaches, stray dogs, candle lights, body language, creaking floorboards, ouija boards, having no regrets, karaoke nights out.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 :    house plants, over-sized sweaters, soft hands, fuzzy socks, visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the color yellow, vanilla scented candles, aloe vera, fruit smoothies, baking cookies, the mom friend, loves the ukulele.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 :   femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted, does things out of spite, do no harm but take no shit, in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it, easily excited, ripped jeans.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 :    mermaids, easily infatuated by love, smelling flowers, picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past, impressed easily, daydreaming, plucking fresh fruit, loves fashion, would die for their friends.

𝐋𝐄𝐎 :    confident in what they do, kill them with kindness, high ponytails, probably wants to visit paris once, not afraid to tell the truth, in love with cute animals, the one to lift others up, good at teamwork, the warm feeling of summer, dragons.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 :    pastel markers, the smell of lavender, has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organized, scrunchies, neat notes, love going to museums, probably into photography, neutral colors, handwritten letters, stardust.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 :    soft blankets, cuddling the ones you love, always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic, can be very distant, can be a little dramatic, pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media, optimistic, humorous.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 :   cottages in the woods, in love with greek mythology, vintage t-shirts, really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know, determined, moonlight, pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days, doesn’t judge people, cats.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 :    always ready for an adventure, street smart, wants to travel the world someday, doesn’t easily trust people, alcohol, paintbrushes, can’t sit still, untied shoelaces, tangled up earphones, blasting music at midnight, eye-gazing.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 :    cold aura, coffee is what keeps them going, probably hasn’t slept in two days, actually a big softie, high-waisted jeans, cute pet videos, small apartments, has too many notebooks, often goes to the library, writing essays.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 :    loves to paint & do any kind of art, wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts, shares food, messy notes, bullshits an entire essay, graffiti, has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to.

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 :    old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans, loves to sing, feels at home by the ocean, writes poetry, hard-worker, always up for deep conversations, probably did the stupid thing, open curtains, a soft breeze.

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WHAT POISONOUS FLOWERING PLANT ARE YOU ?

Lily Of The Valley

"This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once."

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once you’re stripped clean , what’s at your core ?

rippling sunset

"you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes."

[matan4il]

hi! this ask has a couple things so apologies in advance if this gets long lol

first, i wanted to ask about the coma buck theory. i've only recently watched the show, i've been in the fandom for about a month (mostly lurking and reblogging gifs lol). since day one i've noticed that 'buck will go into coma in 6b' seems to be something a lot of people believe, so if you know, where did that theory come from? i personally couldn't think of anything in the show that seemed to point to that, and and i also didn't find any posts discussing this in any detail, it seems like a collective headcanon more than anything to me. but i'm definitely very curious, so if this is something that you can see happening, could you please share your thoughts?

also this second part of this ask is just me getting excited bc i saw you mention the 309 kitchen scene in a recent ask and i've been dying to scream about it to someone lol. because oh my god, right??? idk how intentional that was or maybe the actors just happen to have good chemistry, idk anything but i just know that i had the weirdest cognitive dissonance moment while watching that scene. like just, the way buck steps towards eddie, my entire body sort of braced in excitement for a kiss, and like, that moment lasted for only about a quarter of a second but i actually had to pause because while watching that scene i'd literally forgotten that they're not actually together, and i was just like. wait. what happened. what? and just. aaaaaaahhh it was such a great scene and they're just so great and perfect together and like if the writers weren't planning on their chemistry they've written themselves into a corner bc they're just so perfect for each other, literally the family they've chosen, and just. aaah i love them sm😅

anyway, thanks a ton for reading my rambling, i really love your blog! hope you're having a good week <3

Hi Nonnie! No worries, I'm here to always try and help! *hugs*

So for the first part, I kind of explained my experience of seeing the coma!Buck theory taking shape in the fandom here.

As for the 309 kitchen scene, I love screaming about it, so yeeeeees, I'm glad we get to together! XD I personally am convinced that the 309 sexual tension was intentional. Why? Because the scene doesn't work without it. There's a joke they wanted to play, where they build our expectations towards some sort of an explosion between these two characters, but then instead of giving us that, they provide comic relief through letting a different kind of scene play out, a light-hearted one, comical in nature, that would make us smile (Buddifer playing video games together). But this only works if they REALLY build up the tension and if we REALLY ask ourselves whether there's going to be a blow up of some kind on our screens in a second. And while the scene plays around the idea that maybe Buddie will physically fight each other, we all know they were not. Buck had just apologized to Eddie again, he just showed how much he cares, and Eddie was visibly affected and moved by this, and their whole talk vibrates with how much they care about each other, I don't think anyone really believed they were gonna start punching each other. So if for the comic bit to work, the tension has to be real, and the aggressive/violent tension isn't, what made the comedy there work? The sexual tension. They HAD to turn to the implication of sexual tension, otherwise that whole thing falls flat. So yes, this is why I'm sure they did THAT intentionally. And your reaction, which you so perfectly described? It's not just yours. I went through it as well, and I'm sure we're not the only ones, because we were supposed to embrace for impact.

And I'm with you, I very much believe 911 has written itself into a corner. No one would ever work with either Buck or Eddie as well as the other one does. Eddie was originally supposed to be Maddie's Love Interest, but the second they changed course on that, they clearly built Eddie's introduction with Oliver and Ryan's chemistry in mind. They already saw enough of it to know that making us care about Eddie through Buck's eyes would work. So I'm also convinced if they wrote themselves into a corner, it's a corner of their own making, know what I mean?

Thank you so much for the kind words, and I'm so glad to know you enjoy my blog, I hope you continue to! Have a great day, lovely! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

[dialnoisenow]

Deity devotion challenge

I decided a bit ago to try @noctivague 's 15 day deity devotional challenge, reblogged again just before this post, specifically because I think I can handle 15 days as opposed to 30 and I like her daily choices. Sometimes my practice feels stale or I feel stale, like a weird bread. So, get ready for rambling, spelling errors and maybe more information than you need about anything.

More info under the cut, where I go on about my personal religious business rambles and who knows how long this post is going to be.

I gotta do these things every now and then so I don't go back into that stasis period between being Wiccan and being Pagan. I just didn't do anything for like five years. It's not that I didn't believe, I just didn't have the motivation to practice. The drive was gone. Then, it came back and calls were heard/felt.

I'm still working out the finer details of my practice, which I'm a firm believer should always be changing, but for now I have [Barbossa voice] "guide lines".

It should be of no surprise to anyone that I worship Hekate, regularly, and a handful of the Celtic deities so I was like "this is going to be fun. Who should we start with?" and made an idea list with my usuals, a few I've been interested in and one I haven't worked with in a while, who has always kind of been a presence. Tonight I couldn't sleep. It's almost 3am now. Came down stairs, made a cup of tea, sat at the counter and put the full list in my notebook then went into the living room to do some pendulum work and get some guidance.

Pendulum is a newish thing and results are nuts (in a good way) For these matters I invoke the law of three and ask the same question 3 times, ending with "third times the charm" Just in case my hand slips or whatever.

So here is my list, in order:

Odin-which was kind of a "surprise". I put this in quotes, because if I'm being honest it really wasn't. He popped into my head suddenly when I wrote my list out and when I was lying in bed not sleeping. It has been a long time, so this is overdue. I'm surprised that He was first though.

Hekate- Pendulum shot right over to Her for second.

The Morrigan

Lugh

Nemain

The Dagda

Brigid

Manannan Mac Lir

Gonna tackle this challenge, take a break for 15 days and then on to the next! Still going to celebrate the cross quarter festivals and the new moon.

A note, to anyone who is reading this: A few, actually all of these Goddesses are triple goddesses. When I get to them, they are not going to be discussed in "maiden mother crone" aspects except for possibly "hey sometimes they get lumped into these archetypes"

Odin starts on Wednesday, as it is His day, unless I'm told otherwise. Thanks for reading if you did <3

[eumenidaes]

I posted 14,506 times in 2022

That's 2,162 more posts than 2021!

157 posts created (1%)

14,349 posts reblogged (99%)

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@ gxldandpurple

@ aspiringwarriorlibrarian

@ pinkyshy101

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I tagged 2,857 of my posts in 2022

#video - 336 posts

#kitty - 282 posts

#tag game - 215 posts

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#rohan - 75 posts

#about - 57 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#james watching his wife beat the hell out of a man for disagreeing with her war crimes: hmm. think this might have awakened something in me

My Top Posts in 2022:

Rest of this is under the cut because some of them get LONG

#5

gxldandpurple: Have you ever traveled to a different country? If you haven’t, which one would be the first you would go to?

eumenidaes: Technically I left the US once bcs I went on a cruise when I was like 5 and we stopped at one of the islands in the Caribbean, but I don’t remember any details of it or even where specifically we stopped. I’d like to go to South Korea one day tho, I’m part Korean but have always felt kinda disconnected to that aspect of my culture for a number of reasons (I’m a quarter Korean and white, American assimilation means I didn’t learn pretty much anything about my background growing up, etc). idk if going there would really help with that, but it would be cool to get to go there and like. Learn more about that part of my background, if that makes any sense

5 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#4

22 for the Spotify ask meme!

It didn't take nearly as long as I expected it would, but the short story's finished! Thanks for exchanging requests for art with our number 22 songs with me lol, this song is Oh No! by MARINA (tho for some reason it looks like spotify moved around some of my songs and it's not there anymore??? idk, I'm not changing it to be another song when that other one was also requested lol)

I tried to incorporate themes from the song of things like neglecting personal relationships due to a desire to succeed and make a change in the world/life. This is focused on my RWBY OC, Chae-Yeong Vermeil, and you can also read it on ao3!

“Miss Vermeil! Chae-Yeong!”

Chae-Yeong turns at the sound of her name to see the familiar cheery face of Ashley Linden making her way through the first floor of the Vermeil Foundation building. 

The musician has become a familiar face at the charity’s headquarters over the past couple of months, and as much as Chae-Yeong’s inclined to believe people are good, she can’t help wondering if Ashley’s just here out of a desire to help people in Mantle. She’s well aware that Ashley insists on making her donations to the charity with Chae-Yeong personally, and that she’s been known to leave upon finding out that Chae-Yeong isn’t there today. It's clear that she doesn’t like staying in Mantle for long. That combined with how even now, Ashley casts a quick glance downwards towards Chae-Yeong’s chest makes her main intention for being here clear— she’s attracted to Chae-Yeong, and she wants to get close to her. 

If she were twenty years younger and not used to people who don’t even know her pining after her, Chae-Yeong might be flattered. But she is forty-six, and Ashley is twenty-eight, and Chae-Yeong has long since moved past enjoying people she barely speaks to wanting to date her. There are far more important things in the world, like running her company, working on developing space travel, and trying to improve Atlas and Mantle for everyone in it. 

But Chae-Yeong knows how to play nice. She has an image to upkeep, and whatever feelings she holds privately don’t need to be shared with anyone. 

“Hi, it's Ashley, right? How are you?” Chae-Yeong asks. She knows exactly who Ashley is, but pretending she’s bad with names is all part of the act. It also might deter her from continuing to pursue her. 

She hopes this won’t take long. She has work to do. Neither the Vermeil Foundation of Vermeil Industries run themselves, and even if her job as CEO isn’t meant to keep her involved with what’s happening in her company, she likes to be. Chae-Yeong would rather sit through mind numbingly boring meetings and seemingly endless emails than do nothing but play golf and only ever interact with people that are inordinately wealthy. Besides, her involvement in her company’s practices and its charitable offshoot means that she can make sure that everyone working for her is getting treated well. 

“I’m great, for sure,” Ashley says. She fiddles with the end of some of her long blonde hair. “Actually, I was just looking for you.”

“Yeah?” Chae-Yeong prompts. 

“Are you doing anything tonight?” 

And there’s the question Chae-Yeong had been waiting for. Honestly, she’s impressed. It usually takes even less interaction with her for someone to get bold enough to ask her out. 

The answer will, of course, be no. The question is how to phrase the rejection without upsetting Ashley too much or letting her get far enough to feel humiliated. 

“I’ve actually got a date later tonight. I don’t know how well it’ll go, but I might be, ah, unavailable for a long while after that,” Chae-Yeong says. It’s a complete lie, but those can make the best excuses. Plus, it helps her to maintain the playgirl reputation she’s cultivated over the years.  

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in a relationship,” Ashley says, and she’s mastered the Atlesian art of burying your feelings deep inside. There's disappointment clear in her eyes, but her expression remains bright as if she hadn't been hoping that Chae-Yeong was single. 

Chae-Yeong is in a relationship, but that’s not something that anyone is supposed to know about. Everything between her and James is supposed to be private. If she were telling anyone about it, the last choice would be a pop star that would tell the tabloid’s that Atlas’ general and the CEO of Vermeil Industries are dating. 

“It’s nothing too long term, just our second date,” Chae-Yeong says. It’s best to keep these made up relationships short, that way it’s harder to fact check. 

“Yeah, that’s pretty early on,” Ashley agrees, and Chae-Yeong recognizes the way her eyes regain their light at the thought. With a short relationship, she sees opportunity. If they’re only in the getting to know you phase still, it could be brief. Maybe Ashley won’t try to ask Chae-Yeong out now, but she will again in the future, after this fictionalized relationship has fizzled out. 

Chae-Yeong knows that she’s only creating an endless cycle with this by lying and acting like if she was single, Ashley would have a chance with her. But outright rejecting Ashley would only upset her. At least this option gives her hope, even if it is a false one. 

“Sorry if you wanted to do something, though,” Chae-Yeong says. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry. I hope your date goes well!” Ashley says, even though she definitely doesn’t hope it goes well. 

“Maybe we can get a rain check?” Chae-Yeong suggests. “I should be free at… some point. I’d have to check my schedule, it’s hard to keep track of everything.”

It isn’t, and Chae-Yeong knows exactly when she’s free. But this is another part of her public persona, and it gives her a good way to postpone any future attempts by Ashley to ask her out. 

“Yeah, we can figure it out later,” Ashley says. She rocks back on her heels. “I guess I should let you go, huh?”

“If you don’t mind. I have a lot going on, well, pretty much all the time,” Chae-Yeong says with a laugh. That’s not a lie, but it’s also a good way to get out of this conversation. 

“No worries,” Ashley assures. 

“Thanks so much.” Hoping to avoid getting caught up in more conversation if Ashley thinks of anything else to say, she starts walking towards the elevator. “See you later!”

With a press of a button, the elevator is called to the first floor. It arrives with a ding as Ashley says her goodbyes, and Chae-Yeong steps in, waving one last time before the doors close. 

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#3

If anyone wants to know how unhinged about Ironwood I am, I did a sporcle where you were supposed to write out his entire ultimatum and I was stumped bcs I had literally one word of it that I couldn’t figure out bcs the word I thought was supposed to go there was said to be wrong. It turns out it’s bcs I knew the monologue better than the quiz did

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#2

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My #1 post of 2022

Love tumblr ads that clearly were not supposed to be published

29 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

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[st-eve-barnes]

I posted 5,075 times in 2022

70 posts created (1%)

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

@neonhairspray

@infected

@robiinbuckley

@st-eve-barnes

@fiftyscenes

I tagged 3,702 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 137 characters

#it's even funnier when you've just watched an episode of ru paul's drag race and had an actuel conversation about body glitter with hubby

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#5

I just wanted to write a cute short fluffy drabble about Eddie taking care of the reader's bruised hand and then her getting infatuated with his hands because of how soft and caring he is with her. It was supposed to be sweet and innocent but now I'm 6 pages in and he's about to go down on her, this was not the plan!

120 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#4

Somewhere only we know

(Aemond Targaryen x fem Reader)

Summary: In the real world you and Aemond can't be together. At night, behind the doors of his chambers things are different...

Warnings: 18+ for smut, explicit language/content, fingering, oral (female receiving), orgasm delay, possessive/jealous Aemond, angst, some fluff

Word count: +2500

My mind has been full of this man since I finished the show last week, I just had to write something to get him out of my system (I don't think it's working yet lol)

(All my fics are on AO3)

You heard his footsteps long before he entered the room, his walk so familiar to you, you would recognize it anywhere.

A smile tugged on your lips when you heard him lock the door behind him. 

What happened in these quarters was not for anyone else to see, or to hear. It was solely between you and him.

Neither of you spoke, you didn’t even look at him, kept your eyes down, waited until you felt him move behind you.

His fingers danced across your shoulder blade, his touch featherlight but enough to put goosebumps all over you. He gently moved your hair to one side, exposing your neck to him. His kiss was soft, hungry and wet, teeth grazing the skin on your neck and shoulder, biting you gently only so he could lick the sensitive flesh afterwards. Make it all better. He always made everything better.

Your eyes closed in a heavy sigh as you leaned back against his chest. 

His other hand came to rest on your waist. Firm, solid, keeping you right where he needed you.

His breath was fire on your skin, not giving you a moment of respite. You were burning up already, and he could feel it.

“Lift up your skirt,” his voice rough in your ear.

An order, not a question.

You obliged.

He smirked when he noticed you weren’t wearing anything underneath. His hand snaked around your neck, lips brushing against your cheek.

”Look at you, my filthy girl,” he whispered,”So needy and ready for me, hmm?"

His grip around your neck tightened, not enough to choke you but enough to make sure you wouldn’t move.

His other hand sank down between your legs, teasing the inside of your thigh, touching you everywhere except where you needed him most.

“Please,” you begged.

Growing up you always believed you would never beg a man for anything but all those morals had flown out the window the day you met Aemond Targaryen. You would be on your knees all day and night if he asked.

“Please, I need….”

You didn’t get to finish your plea because his hand moved down lower, leaving no more need for words. All you could do was bite your lip and try to keep quiet while his fingers explored your folds, teasing your entrance and making perfect slow circles on your clit.

You could feel the press of his hard cock against your ass and you tried to move, give him friction but he was quick to stop you.

“Don’t.” A warning in his tone, he wouldn’t ask you twice.”This isn’t about me. Yet.”

Keeping quiet was no longer an option when Aemond’s fingers started giving you exactly what you had craved all night, pushing two digits deep inside your walls while never neglecting your most sensitive spot. Your moans started filling the dark room. You were falling and there was no stopping it now.

“Hold onto me,” he breathed into your ear as you started to succumb to him. 

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192 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#3

Something for the pain (a smutty Eddie Munson one shot)

(Eddie Munson x female reader)

Story: After Eddie saves you from a bad date with Jason he takes care of your bruised hand and a lot more.

Word count: 4310

Warning: 18+ for explicit sexual content and language. Oral (female receiving), neck kissing, teasing, dry humping, the whole works. Lots of fluff too. Protective and soft Eddie. Mild angst (mostly Jason being an entitled asshole)

It was Saturday night and Eddie was having a smoke by the lake, taking a break from the heat in his trailer after what had been the hottest day in months. It had finally started to cool down now and he enjoyed being out here, feeling the soft breeze blowing through his long hair and hearing the calming sounds of the water in the background.

But his quiet alone time was interrupted by incoming noises, it sounded like a couple arguing and they were quickly coming closer.

So much for enjoying the peace and quiet.

Eddie moved from the water towards the trees, not feeling like interrupting anything or getting involved in a stupid lover’s quarrel.

When the voices approached Eddie immediately recognized the male voice, arrogant and entitled as always, Jason. Oh, now he definitely wanted to get out of here. But then he recognized the other voice, the girl, and he stopped in his tracks.

“Jason, let’s just go, okay? It’s been a long day and I honestly just wanna get home,” you pleaded, walking out in front of him.

“Oh honey, come on, don’t be such a spoilsport, the night is still young and I don’t intend on ending it just yet. At least not before we…”

You stopped and turned to him, crossing your arms and giving him a look,”Before we what?”

Jason moved closer to you, grinning and looking into your eyes,”Well, I spent all day acting all nice and proper in front of your family, being the perfect date. How about you return that favor?”

“What?!”

“Come on, it’ll be enjoyable for both of us,” he moved even closer. You took a step back but he had his hands on you before you could get away, gripping your wrists in a firm hold,”You know you want to.”

“Let go of me!”

“Give me a chance,” he insisted, pushing his body up against yours and trying to steal a kiss.

“Jason, stop,” you tried with all your might to push him back but he was stronger than you.

“Why are you being like this?” he wrapped an arm around your waist, making it even harder to escape,”You’re not a virgin, are you? Cause I don’t mind, I can teach you…”

“Get your hands off me!” you yelled and struggled to get away from him when a sound coming from between the trees startled you both.

Eddie Munson stepped out of the woods, an amused smile on his face,“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

He had his arms crossed and slowly moved closer, focussing all his attention on Jason, distracting him from what he was doing.

You used the opportunity to finally break free from him and create some distance between you two.

Jason turned his back to you to face Eddie,���Munson, this doesn’t concern you. Get lost, freak.”

“Oh, ouch, words hurt, dude,” Eddie grabbed his heart playfully and looked at you over Jason’s shoulder,”Was I interrupting anything?”

“As a matter of fact…,” Jason started.

“I was’t asking you,” Eddie dismissed him and kept his eyes on you.

Jason was quick to turn around and he gave you an angry look, warning you.

“I’m fine,” you spoke softly, avoiding Eddie’s eyes and thereby missing the almost disappointed look on his face.

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596 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#2

MCU has been a big hit or miss with me these past years, I loathed Endgame but I thought Wandavision was truly amazing. I was genuinely disapppointed with Loki but then Spider man No way home blew me away and I even went to see it twice on the big screen.

So I watched Multiverse of madness last night and of course I have some thoughts. Spoilers under the cut

I had such high hopes for this movie, NWH already showed us what they could do with the multiverse and I think many people with me expected Marvel to go all out with that in a movie called MULTIVERSE of MADNESS.

Unfortunately not even half of the potential of the multiverse is being used here, and most of it is already shown in the trailer. For real though, marketing team, what were you thinking putting your biggest cameo in the trailer?? You do not play your best card right off the bat! I hadn't even thought of more big cameos until they showed me Charles f*cking Xavier in the trailer. THAT made me expect more.

And there was more, but it wasn't what I wanted. Can someone please tell Marvel that Captain Peggy Carter isn't as popular as they believe her to be? Whether it's Endgame or Haley and the stuff I read about her I'm not sure but the second I saw her I felt this huge dislike in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I wasn't the only one who wasn't a big fan because the audience stayed rather quiet when she came on. (In fact the audience reacted more when Wanda split her in half with the shield and honestly if I hadn't been team Wanda before that scene alone sure did it and was strangely satisfying! lol)

During NWH our audience cheered and clapped on multiple occasions, this time that only happened once: when sir John Krasinski showed up as Reed Richards. That was the stuff I think we all wanted to see more of.( I'm sure if Xavier hadn't been in the trailer he would have gotten the biggest cheers.)

Unfortunately that one big scene was where that fun ended. Can we also talk about how stupid it is to put all your big cameo's in one and the same scene and then quickly kill them all off? This could have been spread throughout the movie keeping the audience more engaged and excited who else would pop up.

But enough about the cameos.

Wanda Maximoff, I wasn't a fan of the character in the beginning but she has grown on me so much throughout the years and after Wandavision definitely became one of my favorite characters in the entire MCU. But this movie doesn't get her quite right. Don't get me wrong, evil Wanda is amazing to look at and the horror elements especially when she enters the house of other Wanda for the first time were amazing, some of the best parts of the movie for me. But she regressed in this movie, basically her storyline is a copy of what happened in Wandavision and next to being an all powerful witch they kinda reduced her to Mom Wanda and I really didn't like that part. Also where the hell was Vision and wasn't he part of the family she wanted? Because this movie solely talks about her kids. That annoyed me. The ending also, NO, I mean obviously she's not dead but just no, she deserves a lot better, please do better for her, Marvel writers.

Next to mom Wanda Marvel also wanted to show us a little dad Strange, neither were a good thing for me and that may be personal but it once again felt like Marvel putting down those family values it seems to love so much. Which brings me to America Chavez, the new young character that had to be introduced in this movie and I'm sure younger viewers love her but personally the character didn't add anything. It was a young girl who couldn't control her powers and needed help and of course by the end she realizes she had the potential to control it all along, I mean...been there done that? And even then it was lame.

There was not enough Dr Strange in this Dr Strange movie and I don't necessarily mean screen time but I feel like we didn't really get anywhere with his character because all his actions were focussed on either America or Wanda, or Christine. And his love story with Christine to me is just boring, in every universe.

The dialogue in the movie wasn't very good either, not funny and sometimes so standard it literally made me roll my eyes thinking "this is what we're spending time on when we could be watching Loki and Strange have a witty face off?" (just an example, I did not expect Loki in this movie tbh but it could have been great) I feel like in general this was a movie with a lot of missed opportunities and I've seen some fans saying well your expectations were too high and you set yourself up for disappointment but I'm sorry, no. Marvel set those expectations with No way home and all missed cameos aside if the storyline and everything else was strong enough people wouldn't complain so much about that, but it just wasn't. The writing felt lazy, and messy and uninspired and you can feel it pretty early on in the movie and unfortunately it doesn't get better.

Let's end with some positives then, the movie no doubt is entertaining and visually stunning, I mean even with the boring dialogue now and then I was never bored watching it, the possibilities created through the multiverse remain exciting and I really hope future projects will explore this in a better way. My man Wong is a treasure and he was one of the best things in the movie. Also Wanda, even though they did her wrong whenever Elizabeth is on screen she captivates the audience, she's the main star of this movie for me and I will always be team Wanda here.

Overall unfortunately this is another miss for me from Marvel and I can't help but feel a little bitter over what we could have had here, this was the movie to go all out with the multiverse and they failed.

631 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Even after his death the MCU is still so obsessed with Steve's sexuality that they had to explicitly state he was a sexually active straight man and not a, god forbid, virgin. They made a point of mentioning this in a show that has nothing to do with him, several projects after we said goodbye to the character.

And the fact that it was treated as a joke and so many people think this is funny is even more concerning.

Would it be funny if they talked about Nat like that? Or would that make it creepy and invasive? Newsflash, it should feel just as creepy and invasive when we're doing it to a man. In 2022 do we still call mature virgins sad and treat them like a joke? Have we not moved past this??

(Does the MCU even know ace people exist?)

I don't expect much from Marvel but this was so low and so cheap even I'm amazed.

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[understandingbimbos]

Yeah, I'm very much not a fan of Chrissy or this video. At least a quarter of my blog is ranting about her and her (unfortunately) massive influence. I didn't include that in my reblog and I think that was the right call because while I really dislike the whole "bimbo is feminist" thing (it's not) and the "bimbofication isn't a fetish it's being a confident while wearing pink or doing bastardized y2k cosplay" thing, I'm not here to tell people who to like. And I'm really not in a position to either because despite everything my honest feelings about irl bimbofication are very mixed, skewed to negative.

Presenting bimboism as empowering and moral isn't new and isn't helpful to anyone, especially the way Chrissy does it, telling you a bimbo doesn't need to be dumb while playing dumb and affecting her voice. Saying bimbos don't need to be sexual while emphasizing skimpy clothing and sexualizing herself. It creates a situation where someone is being told a "bimbo" is whatever they want it to be while also presenting a very specific image of what a bimbo is. So if you play into that image, even coincidentally, even if you're rebelling against that image and what it means -- you're a bimbo. But you can also be a bimbo and not play into that image at all.

None of what Chrissy has done (is doing?) is new, which makes all the attention from publications and mass acceptance even more baffling. We've been here. We've had these conversations. Framing being a bimbo as an inherently good or political statement is not remotely revolutionary or even sensible especially since what is new and different now from before is that what Chrissy's doing, whether she knows it or not, directly involves and is intrinsically tied to a fetish. And it kind of creates this stupid loop where her shit is both obscuring fetish content and leading people to it, including minors because she's on TikTok. And if they're not finding fetish content the idea and basis of that fetish mentality eventually occurs anyway. Memes and satire don't live in a vacuum. People LIVE by memes. And it happens all the time where somebody does or says something ironically then really starts to believe it, like self-deprecating jokes.

This is the 10th video under the "bimbotok" tag on TikTok. It has 1.9 million views and was posted three months ago. Of course, its a joke, but that doesn't mean people won't take it seriously. I'm not a sociologist but there seems to be a sort of barrier. I feel like people can recognize the frivolity of a joke in a movie or TV show in a more impersonal format but when it comes to something like self-shot videos or social media posts it can feel a bit more real and intimate, and the silly becomes serious. Of course it also depends on how online you are... where was I? Oh, yeah, there's also this song that was apparently a popular TikTok sound for a while.

Again, not helping anybody. This only came out a year after Chrissy's first bimbo tiktoks. You see how quickly we go from "ironic" embodiment and appreciation to explicit fetish content? And while the BimboTok stuff probably led to Alicia Amira deciding to abandon notions of feminism as a whole I know some of the other IRL bimbo women (like Jessy Bunny, I think) embraced it and took as an open invitation instead. Even creepy ass Pink Bimbo Academy is on TikTok.

It's harder for me to find material related to my fetish while the public is basically assaulted by it, its all very silly and fucked up. It's been a "meme" over half a decade now but bimbofication isn't like feet, maybe its weird or seems silly, but its not harmless. Something that could be considered a "mind control" fetish shouldn't be anything but niche, and had literally any other Sortimid sequence gone viral I'm sure it still would be.

[pancakes-talks]

I can't believe I'm still getting likes/reblogs on my old Nico posts. Like I'm shocked people are still finding them since it's been so long. I'm shocked that anyone saw them when I first posted them I thought the pjo fandom was dead. And like it makes me happy that other people like the same character I do and they like the stuff I made. But it also makes me sad. Cause I just haven't had the energy to be as crazy into the series as I used to be. I'm trying to rekindle that fire but it's hard sitting myself down to read and making stuff inspired by what I read. I want to enjoy things again. I want to be insane about something. So invested, so enthralled, I end up spending hours writing stupid stories and drawing goofy shit to make myself giggle.

I want to sit down and take in everything. Feeling completely engrossed in a story watching it unravel. How it's carefully sewn plots together. Just experiencing how more alive characters feel the further you get into the story. I want to furiously type out my developing theory's of where the story is going and tying those threads together as they're revealed. Just going completely feral when I'm proven right or wrong. Caring deeply for the characters ambitions and rooting for them.

Feeling your heart drop to your stomach as you see the ledge they're about to leap off of before they do. knowing there's nothing you can do to stop it from happening. Watching them fall. Watching them struggle to get back up on their feet and forging on anyway.

Cheering for them as they finally make their way back home safe. But having that bittersweet feeling wash over you as you realize there's no adventure left for you to follow.

Like, Goddamn! I don't want to watch a 20 minute YouTube video giving me a chopped up synopsis of a book for 1/4th of it and then give me a surface level analysis they pulled from Wikipedia nearly word for word for the last quarter. That's like licking the condensation off the outside of a soda bottle. I want the whole deal. I don't want to have to settle for less because I'm exhausted and in pain from work. It's kinda bullshit I can hardly enjoy my hobbies, which consist of mostly sitting down! That's crazy. Don't get me started on AI bullshit. Like no bud I don't want a computer to steal images and then muddle them together to make "art". The process of creating something is the whole point of CREATING SOMETHING. Typing words and instantly getting a garbled emotionless picture is not going to give me the same joy as drawing a horrific Freddy Fazbear as an old timey Chuck e cheese animatronic inspired by meat canon but in my own glossy style. Spending hours detailing his shiny rubbery skin and jagged tooth that's somehow rotting even though it should be plastic right??? Setting his eyes and eyelids further back into his gapping sockets to make them seem more uncanny. And having them look sideways at you even though he's placed forward on the stage. And then posting it in every discord I'm in. Forcing my friends to look at him as he gazes back at them. And then all reacting with "..oh my god? oh mY GOD! OH MY GOD" followed by "YOU MADE THAT? THATS FUCKING AWESOME" like no dude typing words on a keyboard will never make me feel as close to godhood as creating funny little cursed drawings does.

[crazykuroneko]

lmao at people saying "lestat's threats were empty tho!" like it's a gotcha argument. He still made the threats! It's not too much of a stretch for us to believe he didn't really mean it all, but how were Louis & Claudia to know that?! I'm obviously hoping amc!Lestat undergoes some major character development soon (tho I'm trying to keep an open mind on s1 until we see these famous "revisits") but either way, this portrayal isn't quite as distant from IWTV-era Lestat as some like to claim.

Yeah, I actually don't hold too strong on any theories or anything right now because we're still halfway through Book 1 and only like quarter-ish (we got half Louis' and Claud's accounts but they're tempered with to some level, no Lestat's at all) of the "truth" of the past. So, Season 2 will really be the one that shows where this show will go. But I would like them to break down Lestat's account when it's his time to speak as well. His memory might not be tempered with as much as Louis', but he has his own bias on things and tendency to weave this fairytale (see: my last reblog).

I do hope they'll write good arcs for all characters. Rolin likes to mention PL, so I suppose we'll arrive in PL era (in whatever shape of form) one day but everyone's characteristics are pretty different there and afaik some book readers found them jarring. So I need Rolin "fix-it" this aspect