#i may have more thoughts about this later

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Heyyy! I had this rlly funny idea but the TF 141 separately (and maybe König, you can decide if you add him w/ the 141 fellas or not) with a reader that's like 4'11-5'4 (maybe shorter) who's really sassy and a big smart mouth, but is just so sweet to them, but will absolutely bite someone's head off if they tried something (they do say dynamite comes in small packages lol) I hope ur having a good day and if you don't wanna do this u can ignore meeee luv ur work <3

Small but Mighty

Pairing: Task Force 141 + König x Short Sassy Protective Reader

Warnings: Strong language, threats of violence (but mostly comedic), reader is a menace but soft for the boys, fluff, crack, mild innuendos, reader is short but acts like a guard dog.

Author’s Note: I relate to this, I’m short and sassy so this request was so fun. I loved it so much-

Summary: You may be small, but your attitude is huge. You’re fiercely loyal to the team, the first to bite someone’s head off if they so much as look at them wrong. But with the boys? You’re their sweet, doting little powerhouse—when you’re not threatening to fight them for teasing you, of course.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon first met you during a mission briefing, and it was like watching a rabid chihuahua getting ready to tear into someone. You were barely scraping 5’2” in combat boots, standing next to a man twice your size who had just questioned your skills.

"Listen here, you oversized fuckin’ tree stump," you snapped, arms crossed as you glared up at the guy. "I may be small, but I can still take you down in two moves, so shut your damn mouth before I put you on your ass."

Ghost, standing behind you, simply tilted his head in mild amusement. He expected the guy to laugh in your face. Instead, the man hesitated, clearing his throat before muttering something about just joking.

That was when Ghost knew you were dangerous.

But what surprised him even more? How goddamn sweet you were to him.

"Si, did you eat today?" you asked one evening after a mission, voice softer than usual. You were sitting beside him, legs tucked beneath you, hands busy cleaning your weapons.

Ghost barely had time to answer before you shoved a protein bar into his hand.

"Eat. Now."

He looked down at the snack, then back at you, unimpressed.

"You’re bossy for someone I could put in my pocket."

You scowled, jabbing a finger at him. "And you are grumpy for someone who clearly needs food."

Despite himself, he found himself smirking beneath his mask. He peeled open the wrapper, taking a bite while you nodded in satisfaction, muttering, "Damn right."

Yeah. You were something else.

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John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap loved that you were a walking contradiction. One second you were cussing someone out for looking at him wrong, the next you were fixing his hair with the gentleness of a mother hen.

He thrived off riling you up.

"Oi, short stack," he called one day, smirking as you turned around, already glaring.

"What did you just call me?" you demanded, hands on your hips.

"Short stack," he repeated, grinning. "Like a pancake. Wee but fiery."

You stomped right up to him and jabbed a finger into his chest. "Listen here, Johnny, I may be short, but I can still take you—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

You let out an indignant screech, kicking your legs wildly. "PUT ME DOWN, YOU MUSCLE-BRAINED MANWHORE."

Soap was cackling, patting your thigh. "You’re cute when you’re angry."

"I’M GONNA KILL YOU."

He eventually set you down after getting a few light punches to his back. But later that evening, when you checked in on him, making sure he was hydrating, making sure his injuries were tended to, he couldn’t help but grin.

You were his little menace, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz thought you were the funniest person alive. He wasn’t sure how so much attitude could be packed into someone your size, but it worked.

Especially when you went feral on his behalf.

It happened at a bar, where a stranger had started getting way too handsy with Gaz. You, standing nearby, immediately clocked the situation and marched over, eyes blazing.

Gaz barely had time to react before you inserted yourself between him and the stranger, glaring up at the taller man like a pissed-off gremlin.

"Take your hands off him before I break all ten of your fingers," you snapped.

The man blinked. "And who the hell are you—"

You grabbed the dude’s wrist. Twisted just enough to make a point.

"I said," you growled, voice low, "take. Your hands. Off."

The guy yanked his hand back and bolted.

Gaz just stared at you, shook. "Damn," he muttered. "Didn’t know I had my own personal attack dog."

You turned to him, smile sickly sweet. "Only for you, babe."

The whiplash was insane. But he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Captain John Price

Price thought you were adorable.

He’d never say that to your face—he valued his life too much—but he thought it.

You had this habit of defending him when you thought someone was being disrespectful.

One day, some new recruit made the mistake of talking back to him. Before Price could even react, you stepped up, arms crossed, expression like a storm cloud.

"That’s Captain Price to you," you said coolly. "Show some respect before I have to teach it to you."

The recruit, visibly confused about being threatened by someone a foot shorter than him, just mumbled an apology and scurried off.

Price chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re a menace."

You shrugged. "Just looking out for my old man."

His eyebrow twitched. "Old?"

You grinned up at him, innocent as a damn angel.

He sighed. You were gonna be the death of him.

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König

König was, at first, terrified of accidentally crushing you. You barely reached his chest, and he swore you had to be some kind of mythical creature because how could something so small be so loud?

But then he saw you threaten someone for him.

It was during a mission when someone made a snide remark about his size, thinking he couldn’t hear. You did, though.

"Hey, dipshit," you snapped, whirling around. "Say that again, I fucking dare you."

The guy stammered, confused. "What—"

"You heard me. You got something to say about König? Say it to my face."

The man immediately backed down.

König stared at you, stunned. "You… defended me?"

You turned to him, expression soft. "Course I did, big guy. Nobody talks shit about my team."

His brain short-circuited.

Later, you noticed him being extra gentle with you, like you were something precious.

"König," you asked, squinting up at him.

"Yes, kleine maus?"

"…Are you petting my head?"

"Ja."

You sighed. "Fine. But only because you’re my favorite giant."

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[ramp-it-up]

Planting Seeds

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Summary: You get your fill of Henry.

Pairing: Ceo!Henry Cavill x Reader au

Word count: 1.9 K

A/N: Henry Cavill is a beautiful man, idc, idc. He is the faceclaim to some of my fantasies. @nissaimmortal may have not so innocently fed me one line and here I am, feral. Hope you like it! Feed me through reblogs, comments, and likes. Also asks are fun!

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! All mistakes my own. Employer/employee dynamic, age gap, reference to annual gyno exam, masturbation, contraceptive talk, a little bit of angst, rom-coms, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, heavy breeding kink, rough, raw p-in-v, begging kink, threat of orgasm denial, degradation and praise, did i say breeding kink? Talking you through it, creampie, cum kink, is she or isn't she?

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You were knee-deep in the finishing touches of an important project, but there was no avoiding it, you needed to go.

Henry’s brows knitted together as he looked up from his notes when you rose from the conference room table.

“Sorry, Boss. I have my annual appointment at lunch today. I’ve put this off for months, so I really have to go.” 

You patted his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. 

“I put in your lunch order. Make sure you eat, Henry.”

His lips curled into a small smile as he removed his reading glasses, eyes soft. 

“Of course. You must attend to your health. And yes, Dear.”

You grinned at his endearment.

“Good thing you haven’t beaten up my box lately. Wouldn’t want Dr. Hutchins to ask what we’ve been up to.”

You winked, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before turning to leave. His raised eyebrow and smirk followed you out the door. Henry watched you go, eyes trailing your body as you hurried to the elevator. 

You had both been drowning in work lately, too exhausted for anything beyond curling up together at the end of the day. Yet, as he sat there, a flicker of anxiety stirred inside him. You were younger. Your relationship was still new. 

Would you want a family? And if so, would you want one with him, a man old enough to be their grandfather? He shook off the thought and refocused on the task at hand.

A couple of hours later, your text lit up his screen.

Had to have my IUD out.  Two more weeks until the other method kicks in.  So we’ll have to wait a little longer or use condoms. And be very careful.

Henry swallowed hard. He hadn’t even been thinking about sex, until you told him not to. Now it was all he could think about. He’d been fucking you raw for a while now and he didn’t think he could go back and the thought of going back to barriers made something inside him rebel.

Still, he was a gentleman. He could control himself. He responded to you, quickly.

Whatever is needed. We can watch a movie tonight. You pick.

Goody! 50 First Dates.

Splendid.

A mindless rom-com would be the perfect distraction. Or so he thought.

Later, as you curled up beside him on the couch, his self-control began to unravel. You nestled against his arm, warm and soft, pressing absentmindedly into him. Your scent filled his lungs, intoxicating and familiar.

Henry tried to focus on the screen, but his mind drifted to the last time he’d had you. How your perfect pussy gushed just right for him. You were so hot and tight. He tried to stop, but he kept thinking of the smell of you, and how perfectly you fit around him, how your body trembled in his hands.

Before he knew it, his hand was on your thigh, squeezing.

You turned, eyes meeting his, and smiled. A slow, knowing smile. Leaning in, you kissed his cheek, but he was already turning toward you, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Within moments, you were tangled together, heat surging between you as you pressed into each other. His hands roamed under your shirt, his cock aching to be inside you.

“Bloody hell. We are grown adults,” he muttered, breaking the kiss.

You were breathless, hair tousled, eyes dark with want. When your gaze dropped to the outline of his erection, he groaned.

A wicked glint flashed in your eyes as you ran a slow hand down your body, teasing.

Henry exhaled sharply, then stood, tugging his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Your breath hitched as his thick, muscular torso came into view.

Then, without a word, he shoved down his jeans and underwear, his cock standing thick and heavy. Your mouth parted slightly, eyes locked on him.

He smirked and stepped back, sitting across the room with his thick thighs spread, fisting himself lazily.

“I want you to stay right there and touch yourself,” he said, voice low and commanding.

 “While I sit here and watch you.”

A pulse of heat shot through you.

Oh, fuck.

Your response was a quiet, breathless, “Yes.”

You stripped off your tank top and leggings, your fingers teasing over your flushed skin. One hand toyed with a hardened nipple while the other slipped between your thighs, circling and teasing your cunt.

“Let’s just say I was going to put my cock inside you right now,” Henry gave himself a slow stroke and a bubble of precum rolled down his fingers as he showed you what he was working with. 

You ached for the stretch only he could give you.

“What would you want you to do, love?”

That question short circuited your brain.

“I’d want you to fuck me from behind over the back of this couch.” 

Henry didn’t reply, but his mouth opened and he stroked faster. 

You leaned against the armrest of the couch and spread you knees wider, focusing on finger fucking yourself. You slid in a second digit to try and replicate the extra fullness of his cock,  but it was nowhere close. Henry chuckled.

“You know you need another.”

You stuffed a third finger inside yourself and he rewarded you.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Your toes curled against the cushions and his eyes and his voice and the vision of him were edging you toward your orgasm. You closed your eyes and prepared to fall, when suddenly, strong hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly, bending you over the back of the couch.

At this point, nothing else mattered.

You needed him inside you.

Henry pressed his cock against your slick entrance, his voice a deep, guttural growl.

“I’ve been saving my cum for days now,” he murmured, nudging against you. 

“Waiting for a chance to fill you so full it’ll drip down your thighs.”

The image alone sent you spiraling.

“God, Henry. Please,” you whimpered, pressing back against him.

He chuckled darkly.

“Hmmm, Little One. I don’t know if you want it bad enough yet.”

 He teased you as his cockhead popped inside you. 

“And what if you get pregnant?”

Your body jolted at the thought.

You shifted, trying to take more of him, but his grip was firm, controlling. Each tiny movement sent sparks of pleasure rippling through you. You were reduced to begging, which he loved.

“Please, Henry,” you gasped. “I’ll do anything… just fuck me.”

A deep, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest.

“You’re desperate for this, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you choked out.

“Say it, Little One.”

Your hips rocked involuntarily, seeking relief, and he grinned.

“I’m a cock-hungry slut,” you whispered, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

Henry’s laughter was low and full of dark promise.

“Not yet, my little fucktoy.”

You nearly sobbed in frustration.

“You really need my cum inside you right now, don’t you?” he taunted, voice velvet and steel.

Your body trembled. You were losing control.

“Fuck… yes… please.”

“You’re doing so well,” he crooned.

“Beg for it again.”

You couldn’t even remember what you said. Your mind was a haze of pleasure and need.

“I don’t—”

He cut you off with a sharp, punishing thrust.

You gasped.

“Changed my mind. I’m not waiting anymore.”

The world blurred as pleasure engulfed you. His hands on were your hips, his body owning yours completely. You barely registered his next words.

“Oh, and Little One?”

You whimpered in response.

“Don’t even think about coming until I say you can.”

The command sent a violent shudder through you.

Time seemed to slow as his pace grew relentless, his body slamming into yours with precision, purpose. You were nothing but sensation, drowning in him, gripping the cushions as your body tightened, coiled, ready to snap…

And then, he stilled.

“You want to know what’s going to happen?”

“What?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

Henry withdrew fully. Then slammed back into you.

“Oooooh, fuck!”

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you.”

His voice was pure sin.

“You’re going to be a beautiful, pregnant mess when I’m done with you.”

Your body clenched at his words, teetering on the edge.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He growled, yanking your hair back, his control slipping.

“My beautiful little slut,” he panted, thrusting deep. “Do you want my cum?”

The spikes of pleasure were too much, your body trembling on the precipice. 

You knew you were going to come at any moment, but still, you managed to get it out. 

“Yes, please… can I come?”

Henry’s grip tightened, his thrusts never faltering. 

“I have one question first.”

Your fingers dug into the cushions.

“Please just let me comeeee!”

Henry waited, delivering two more deep, devastating strokes for your sass. You were on the verge of losing your mind.

“Are you,” he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, “my fucktoy… that I can use… however I want? To fuck and to fill with my cum…to breed how I see fit?”

Your breath hitched as you realized that Henry really could do whatever he wanted to you right now, and you’d beg for more. You opened your mouth to say yes, but hesitation cost you.

He yanked your hair back harder and smacked your ass hard. You yelped in pleasure/pain.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Henry! I’m yours!” 

The words spilled from your lips, raw and desperate, and the second they left your mouth, your body shattered. Blinding pleasure overtook you, ripping through your limbs and curling your toes. Your moans melted into breathless whimpers as you bucked and shuddered through your release.

Henry didn’t stop. He drove into you, prolonging your ecstasy, dragging out every aftershock until your body was nothing but sensation. Then, with one final thrust, he stilled.

A deep, guttural roar tore from his throat as he came, his body jerking against yours. The thick, pulsing heat of his release flooded you, sending another tremor through your overstimulated body.

This was what you’d been waiting for. What you both craved. The thought of him emptying himself inside you, filling you, claiming you, almost pushed you over the edge again.

You moaned softly as he grinded against you, savoring every last drop. He stayed buried deep, thrusting lazily, fucking his cum further inside while your body milked him dry.

For a long moment, he stayed there, his weight pressing you into the cushions. You shivered beneath him, but there was something grounding about his warmth, the way he kept you close.

Finally, he pulled out, and just as he promised, your combined fluids began to trickle down your thighs. Henry watched, utterly transfixed, then bent down and effortlessly lifted you into his arms.

“Now,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, “let’s get you cleaned up. So we can do that again.”

You twined an arm around his neck as he carried you into the bathroom, setting you down and ensuring that you were steady before letting you go.

As he turned on the shower, his gaze flicked to the sink, where the box for your diaphragm sat.

A slow, wicked smirk tugged at his lips.

“Always prepared, aren’t you, Little One?”

You flashed him a playful smile. 

“Well… I was going to put that in later. But you caught me by surprise.”

His eyebrow arches as he eases you under the steaming water. He wasn’t sure if you were telling the truth or indulging in the kink.

“That’s good,” he purred, hands sliding over your slick skin. 

“Then we can breed you again, my love.”

You shuddered with anticipation as you stood on your tiptoes to press your naked, wet body against his.

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Let me know how you feel!

[littlegreendeathmachine]

I love how all of the playable male protagonists in the Ace Attorney series are written as snarky, sassy little bitches. We get to read their inner thoughts and see their cattiness, their sarcasm, and their raw, unfiltered vinegar. These boys are just plain MEAN sometimes but they often think what we (the player) are thinking…

My favorite thing is when a bit of their pointy inner dialogue accidentally spills out into their spoken conversation and even their teenage weirdgirl assistants are like “DAMN BRO THAT WAS FUCKIN SAVAGE”.

I wish I had better examples but I never take enough screenshots during my playthroughs so I used the bitchiest looking sprites of them I could find.

We’ve got…

Phoenix, who, at least at the beginning of his career, tries his damndest to be kind and unbiased toward everyone he meets, but no matter how hard he fights, he just can’t help letting some of his sarcasm slip out. He’s like a puppy trying to stifle his bark. He definitely doesn’t try as hard later on (or at all while he’s disbarred) but still attempts to maintain a semblance of professionalism (unless Miles is around). The funniest thing about him is that he’s a very good judge of character so his inner monologue seems to be his genuine, true observations of people and not just him being an ass for the sake of being an ass.

Miles, who is already seen by everyone around him as an arrogant cock, has some of the best knee slappers I’ve ever seen in his inner thoughts. His dry, deadpan humor is unparalleled, and I love that he uses the utmost precision when deciding who and who not to filter himself around. He’s always playing chess in his mind, after all. Interestingly, he hides his pleasant thoughts about people as well as his negative ones. Can’t let anybody, even his BEST FRIENDS, see an ounce of weakness — no, that just wouldn’t be the Edgeworth way.

Apollo, who has a tendency to think out loud more often than the others and gains himself quite a reputation for being something of a loose cannon (they don’t call him “horned devil” for nothing). He has no qualms about letting people around him know what he thinks about them, though he definitely shares more than he wants to, because, like word vomit, he just can’t stop it from coming out. We learn later on in the series that this lil’ guy has lots of trauma and inner demons, so part of it may be a coping mechanism; either way, the people who care about him have gotten used to this and understand that he’s just gonna be kind of a fucking brat sometimes.

and Ryunosuke, who starts off seemingly unassuming and quiet, a young man who keeps to himself until we soon come to realize he was the OG Bitch™ and has some of the saltiest quips of the 19th century, especially when Sholmes is nearby. I love the contrast between him and Susato, who tries to approach everything with so much grace, while he’s over here like “People in Britain are quite peculiar….” which in his era roughly translates to “Can you BELIEVE these ignorant ass motherfuckers?” He’s quick to point out other people’s flaws but he also spends a lot of time wrestling with his own feelings of inadequacy, so there’s a lot more to his character than his “just some guy” narrative lets on. We stan bitchy Runo.

I love them all SO much. Babies! Babies for life!

It is my firm belief (opinion) that they were all meant to be gay or bi and neurodivergent (as well as their weirdgirl assistants) but that’s a discussion for another day, and a long one, so write that down. And don’t even get me started on the other prosecuties… Capcom really knows how to make MCs that I want to squeeze in my fist like a chew toy because how are they all so cute and terrible? I need more. Can you tell I’m dying for AA7? *salivates*

Also, I wanna hear your favorite bitchy lines from these fine young men!

[spinchip]

Andri knows what ice looks like. He’s held the power now for nearly twenty years, and he’s spoken with Ice in his mind more times than he can count. She has always looked the same to him- a frail, waifish woman with long, long black hair. He’d asked ice what her name was, once, but the element could not recall it. Ice had only ever called her my baby- she was the first infant to be born with the element. Ice was traditionally and ritualistically passed on to another adult when the current holder could no longer bear it, and the new and novel birth of an ice elemental had cemented her as the longest living holder now and, most certainly, forever. There were no kept records from her time, a great deal of history lost and only her ghost in his mind to prove she had ever existed.

He asked Ice about her sometimes, but the element very rarely spoke of previous masters. Andri liked to think that, if he were to have met her, they would have been friends.

One day, as he settles down to meditate and speak with his element, the woman is gone.

There’s a boy in her place. He looks far younger than Andri, with bright blue eyes and silvery skin.

He stares at ice and ice smiles at him, “Hello, young one.” He whispers. Ice always seemed to whisper, voice soft and clear.

“You’ve changed.” Andri says plainly, too shocked to form a more coherent thought. It doesn’t make sense. Elements took the form of their longest holder- how could it have changed now? Who was the boy he was looking at?

“I have.” Ice tips his head slowly, blinking at Andri languidly from where he’s curled up in the roots of an old, dead tree. Snow piles around him like pillows and blankets.

“I don’t understand.” Andri admits.

“There are a great many things you do not understand.” Ice says. Despite how the words may have come off offensive to others, ice speaks with a voice that is polite and firm and matter-of-fact. There is no insult there, just truth. “One day, you will.”

“Who is this?” He can’t help but ask.

Snow begins to fall in thick, soft flakes as Ice sinks deeper into the powder around him. There was a time, many years ago, when Ice was far more willing to talk with him. Now, when Andri came here to speak to it, the element was often times here- in its birthplace, curled up and sleeping.

“I am tired. Leave me.” ice says instead of answering, closing his eyes as the snow covers him completely.

Andri does as he’s told.

(Years later, in birchwood forest, he understands.)

Au where like. The elements are somewhat sentient and can talk to their hosts in their mind (think like naruto and ninetails. that's the only example i can think of,) and they tend to take the form of the person who has held their element the longest. And day one Zane meets ice and it's him. how fucked up would that be

[twstwizard]

Hellooo :3c I hope you are doing alright 🌸

I want to make a request, i got a silly idea and i hope you dont mind!

If posible, i would like to request for Riddle, Carter, Azul and Lilia and how they would react when while they were hanging out with their crush (or s/o, however you prefer) reader out of nowhere tells them that last night they had a dream where both were getting married, but like reader is telling them cuz the dreams was so wild, like in the old princess Disney movies everything was so animated, there were floating things everywhere and it was full of color and everyone was dancing (even the furniture)

The wedding bells

Type: Headcanons, SFW, Fluff, Romantic

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts; Cater Diamond; Azul Ashengrotto; Lilia Vanrouge; GN!Reader

AN: I might've gone a bit too sappy, let me know what you think

Riddle Rosehearts

-Riddle is slightly baffled, more so by the thought of you dreaming of a wedding with him as the groom, not how wierd it was. The latter at least makes sense, dreams are intended to be strange, like that one time he dreamt about being a tart. Nonetheless he's touched.

- The young man would be flustered, yet curious. Inanimate objects becoming... Animate? In tales about Queen of Hearts something similar acured on daily basis. Perhaps if the two of you do get married maybe he should try and arrange for the whole ordeal to be heavily based off of one of the Sevens? But that's jumping too fast and too far into the future.

- His mind wonders as you tell and more about your dream, as his face grows redder and redder with blush as you describe any detail involving him as the groom. He's both touched and embarrassed to an extent, yet he's happy that at least in your dream he stayed a proper gentleman.

- Riddle cannot get an image of you by the altar from his head for some time, both of you dressed for the ceremony, staring lovingly into each other's eyes... As he mentally scolds himself for daydreaming amids the day, he can't help but hope that one day that little dream of yours becomes reality for both of you.

Cater Diamond

- Oh?! Do tell him every little detail! Cater is not only happy that he was in your dream, but also was the groom? Oh did the two of you kiss? Did he feed you the cake, did you two dance with the furniture? The young man listens to your dream, exited expression on his face.

- It may be a dream, but now it's a shared dream between the two of you. Cater knows that you might be jumping over your heads with the hypothetical dream wedding of yours, but he doesn't care, he's already invested, trying to prey out as much detail as possible simply to try and envision the whole thing. He might even pull out some kind of Piccrew for rooms and try to recreate the place for giggles with you.

- Cater is also encouraging of your ideas or how dream might've ended or what happened in parts you don't remember no matter how silly or how little they make sense, so long as they make sense to you. He might even throw in his own theories or add even more redicules ideas, to make your dream seem even more whimsical.

- While Cater is obviously joking around, he does find the thought of marrying you a pleasant one. He's jealous even, the man wishes he saw a wedding with you in his dream, but then again, reality is just as pleasant if not better.

Azul Ashengrotto

- What. The man is flattered that he was in your dream, but mainly, what? Azul is a very analytic person in every aspect of his life, even if such aspect involves his significant other's dreams. Que his search history later on containing "Dreams of wedding meaning?"

- He might be a little red in a face or loss at words, but please don't stop, tell him all, the man lives for information. While he won't encourage such silly fantasies, he will entertain a thought of marriage to you. A lot... Maybe dancing and singing furniture is surface dwellers costume? He'll have to research.

-Ashengrotto will now daydream from time to time of a wedding, a life of being married to you, after the two of you graduate. Would the you stay on land? Perhaps you'd like to move to the Coral Sea with him, take up family business even? He might pretend that such silly fantasies don't affect him, but even capatlists aren't immune to love.

- Azul harbors such hopes and dreams, redoubling in his work. If he will be married to you he'll have to outdo your dream, which will involve outdoing alive furniture. The merman is ready for the challenge as long as it involves giving you everything, beyond your dreams.

Lilia Vanrouge

- You don't say... Alive furniture? Was it awkward to use it? Were chairs rioting if you sat in them? Was food also alive? Did he cook it? Then perhaps it was alive if that was the case. Lilia finds anything you say entertaining, your dreams are con exception. The man saw many things in his life, yet others visions during slumber were yet to be places he visits often.

- Before you know it Lilia is already imagining and building theories as to how it would be to live in your dream after that wedding if everything followed the same rules. Must be awkward taking a shower or using a toilet.

- The man wholeheartedly believes it tonbe a sign from someone above. While Vanrouge won't drop down on one knee right that instant, he will remember everything. The suite he was wearing, the cake the two of you ate, how many guests were there etc.

-Lilia is not young, so naturally thoughts of marriage crossed his mind more then once, let alone with his darling. While to you were retelling your silly dream, Vanrouge was imagining the real thing. He can't help it, life with you already feels like a dream come true, what's a wedding?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Re: Lack of Raverne in Book 7's ending with all the memories of the people.

I noticed TWST does this thing sometimes where they purposefully won't bring up certain people in parts where they really should be brought up and talked about - or even if they are brought up, they're not really explained in depth - because those people will be revealed/introduced in full later. Case in point: Idia's parents. I remember when Book 6 rolled around, iirc Idia's parents were never mentioned in Idia and Ortho's backstory during the OB, and many fans thought they were neglectful because of it. But then Book 7 rolled around, their parents do get introduced and we see they're nothing but loving and supportive of both their sons, and they were among the MVP's of Book 7.

So perhaps the very noticeable lack of Malleus's father is supposed to be an implication that Raverne is alive, and that we will be seeing him, one way or another, eventually?

coughsinCrowleyisRavernetheory

In all seriousness, that being said, I very much agree with what you said. It's one thing for the game to purposefully not show somebody at a certain time - it's another thing for the game to do so in a situation where not showing them is a plot hole of sorts. Why wouldn't Raverne be where his wife was?? Was he just never in Wild Rose Castle?? I don't think someone has to be dead in order for them to appear as a memory??

[You can read my thoughts on the book 7 finale here!]

The Shroud parents may not have been present in Idia's post-OB flashback, but Idia does talk about them in book 6! It was a combination of their lack of presence in his backstory + the disparaging things Idia said about his parents ("they care more about getting results than their own son's feelings," or something to that effect) that led many fans--including myself--to think that maybe the Shroud parents were neglectful. Then the Shroud parents appear in book 7, and we see that even Mr. Shroud (who was previously described as cold and calculating) is loving, and both Shroud parents are accepting of Ortho. It can feel like a retcon to some people, but to others, this is easily explained by citing Idia's usually negative frame of mind and how that biases how he sees and presents others. I find myself split down the middle, personally. In any case, I don't think it's a good writing choice to just... not bring up people who really SHOULD be brought up. Should you not at least properly foreshadow now or at least remind us of that thread??? It doesn't read as clever to just not address it or even mention it at all, it comes off as shoving plot holes or other important details into the corner and ignoring it in favor of focusing on something else. This happened with the Shroud parents, and it happened with the end of book 7.

adlhbabyoryqe8foia IS THE CROWLEY = RAVERNE THEORY STILL... AROUND... I thought it would have calmed down a little by now, but it seems to still be going as strong as ever. (If this ends up being Real, then I'm of the opinion that Crowley could have had a brief aside or some ominous/telling line foreshadowing this at the end of book 7. Currently, we don't have anything like that.)

I've been thinking about it and thinking about it, and I STILL don't understand how that ending scene logistically worked out. Barring my confusion with how Lilia's UM worked (how are both humans and fae that resided in the castle at different points in time are having peaceful memories there??), why did Maleanor, the Dawn Knight, and Leah appear but not Raverne???? Nameless NPC soldiers showed up too, but not Raverne???? Doesn’t that imply that there is not a single memory associated with Raverne in Castle Wildrose that Lilia can summon OTL B-But surely he was there at least once, seeing as he's a diplomat? Literally described as “her highness Maleanor’s eyes, hands, and feet"???? And that's his WIFE???? Please make this make sense, because it doesn't no matter how much I try to wrap my mind around it 😭

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

Hamzah feining over YouTuber reader in one of slushy noobz video? And then them later making a video with each other

crush

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Hamzah and you, his YouTube crush, finally do a collab

warnings: fluff, flirting, hamzahs got a huge crush, mentions of food, bad grammar ofc

Hamzah and Martin had been brainstorming ideas for their next video. They considered going with another gameplay, but felt that idea was a bit overused. They thought of doing a baking video instead, but they most definitely didnt feel like going out and buying overpriced ingredients. They finally decided on a simple and new idea; looking at each other's TikTok feed.

So, here they sat in Hamzahs room, scrolling on Martins phone. "Dude, what the fuck is Noah Beck doing on your ForYou page?" Hamzah asked as he laughed down at the video of the thick-necked man. Martin smiled and rubbed his neck. "Yeah, sorry, just girly things," he said as he winked at the camera. Hamzah scrolled past the video and onto the next. Hamzah went through Martins feed for about 10 minutes before he began getting bored. "Boy, what are these videos," taunted Hamzah, handing over Martins phone. Martin side-eyed him and rolled his eyes. "Its not my fault I was written by a woman," he said, crossing his arms over his chest dramatically.

"Aye, its your turn now bro," Martin said, uncrossing his arms to sit up straight. Hamzahs attitude visibly shifted, almost as if he was hesitant. "Nah, nah. Here, lets see what you got goin on-" as Hamzah reached for Martins phone, he snatched it away. "Nuh-uh! You made me expose myself, now its your turn!" Martin grinned evilly at Hamzah. With a sigh, Hamzah grabbed his phone and typed in the password. He opened up TikTok and Martin took his phone out of his hand.

The first video on his ForYou page was an edit of Nettspend playing a live show. "Oh my goodness, of course," Martin laughed, scrolling past the video. Hamzah thanked his ForYou Page for not exposing him with the very first video. Hamzahs TikTok feed may have been filled with funny videos and cool edits, but Martin soon grew bored. "Hey, lets see whats in this search history," Martin said. As soon as Martin clicked the malevolent little magnifying glass in the top right corner, Hamzah felt his heart drop into his stomach. His brain tried to remember what he had last searched up.

By the time he realized he was done for, Martin was already listing off what the contents were. "Funny cat videos, PlayBoi Carti leak, and [username] edits...hey, isn't [username] that one girl?" asked Martin, looking over at a blushing Hamzah. He simply nodded his head, avoiding eye contact. "Bro, whats wrong? You got a little crushy-wushy on her?" Martin nudged Hamzah with his elbow, making him slap his arm away. "Shut up, bro," Hamzah said, looking away from the man beside him. "Well, might as well see what kind of edits people make of her," said Martin, clicking on the text.

As if things couldn't get any more embarrassing for Hamzah, the first video that was shown had already been favorited by him. The edit featured you in an interview. It was to the song Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe, specifically the violin instrumental. The video was cut to show moments of you smiling at the interviewer, talking in that soft tone Hamzah adored. "Dude, FAVORITING is insane work" Martin taunted. He was enjoying this way too much. Hamzah peeked over Martins shoulder and watched the edit play. He slowly began smirking as he watched the video, his eyes softening.

Martin glanced at Hamzah and started laughing. "Dude, you're actually breathing so heavy right now. Chill out," he said as he pushed Hamzah away. Hamzah snapped out of his trance and glared at Martin. "Ok, next," Martin scrolled past the video. The next edit was of you in your "Goodwill Try-On Haul" video. You pranced around in cute little tops and short dresses, looking like a million bucks. The comments were flooded with compliments on how great your body looked and how well you pulled off the clothes. Once again, the video had already been favorited by Hamzah. "Have you favorited every single one of these edits?" asked Martin, cocking up his eyebrow in suspicion. Hamzah simply looked away, trying to hide his forming smirk.

A few days had passed and the video had been posted. Unfortunately for Hamzah, when the video was sent to the editing team, Martin requested for them to keep the footage of Hamzahs little crush on you being exposed. Hamzah was livid with Martin when he saw the final product of the video. "Why the fuck would you keep that footage, dude" said Hamzah, his burning face buried in his hands. Martin rolled his eyes. "Bro, it's not that bad. Who knows, maybe [Name] will see it and be into it," he said in attempt to console his friend.

"I looked like a creep, shes gonna-" suddenly, Hamzah was interrupted with his phone buzzing. He snatched his phone off of the counter and opened it. Immediately, Hamzahs eyes widened in surprise. "Whats wrong?" asked Martin as he rushed over to his side.The two stared at the notification from Instagram that showed you not only followed Hamzah, but sent him a DM. He sat there, phone in hand and mouth slightly open. Martin grabbed Hamzahs shoulders. "See, bro! I told you!" he said, patting his best friends back. Hamzah quickly unlocked his phone and followed you back. He then opened his message requests and read your message.

"Hi Hamzah! I love your videos lol SlushyNoobz is one of my fave channels. I was wondering if you and Martin maybe wanted to do a collab sometime? I'll be in the Ottawa area next week, so just lmk :)."Martin turned to Hamzah. "So what, you down?" he asked. Hamzah nodded his head and began typing a response to send to you. "Hey [Name]. Me and Martin are down for next week. Just let me know whenever you wanna discuss what we should do for the video and all that👍🏽." Hamzah pressed send and closed his phone. His heart was beating like he'd just ran a mile, his hands were so sweaty that ity left a print on the cool glass of his phone. "Alright, the video..."

You stood in Martins kitchen, in between him and Hamzah. "Hey guys! Today, I'm with the SlushyNoobz who have graciously allowed me into their territory!" Hamzah and Martin waved to the camera. "Whats up everyone. Its your boys, the SlushyNoobz. We're gonna show [Name] what happens when she invades our turf," said Martin. Hamzah nodded his head along, awkwardly standing there. He tried his best not to seal glances at you every 2 seconds.

"Alright, you guys ready to get your asses kicked?" you said, smirking at the two men. Martin lifted the sleeve of his shirt and flexed his frail, pale arm. "Are me and Martin gonna have to go easy on you?" asked Hamzah, looking at you. His eyes went up and down on your body. You felt a familiar sensation in your stomach, nervous to be around Hamzah. "Nah, not at all," you said. You had been tagged countless times in reposts of the video where his crush on you was revealed. To say the least, you were quite flattered.

"Okay, so Martin and Hamzah are gonna go against me in a bake-off. We each have our own dishes we're gonna bake, and we'll have Mandy taste test them once they're done. Whichever Mandy likes the best wins," you explained to the viewers, your hands flying around as you spoke. Hamzah paid attention to every word that came out of your mouth like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever heard.

Martin rubbed his hands together eagerly. He looked to Hamzah with a grin, and they exchanged a knowing look. "Alright, we're thinking we should start this off with some chocolate chip cookies," Martin declared confidently. "Big ass cookies, stuffed with all sorts of goodies. Chocolate chunks, caramel, and maybe even some pretzels for crunch." You grinned and looked at Hamzah. "You hearing this? You think you can handle all that or what?" you asked, smiling. Hamzah grinned and nodded his head. "Yeah, I could handle all that and more," he said.

Throughout the video, Hamzah couldn't help but let his eyes linger on you a little longer than necessary, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He tried to play it cool, not wanting to come on too strong, but you seemed to draw him in so easily. As you helped him measure out ingredients and mix batter, Hamzah brushed against your hand and arm, letting his fingers graze yours.

"So, like this?" he asked, mixing the batter with the technique you showed him. "Mhm, just like that," you said, guiding his movements gently. Hamzah turned to you and smiled. "Y'know, youre pretty good at this. You bake a lot in your free time or what?" You chuckled and moved your hands away from his. "Eh, kinda. I used to bake a lot, but I guess i've been busy lately with YouTube and what not," you said. Hamzah nodded his head.

As he opened his mouth to speak, Martin cut him off. "Hamzah, you mustn't fraternize with the enemy," he said as he grabbed the bowl of mixed batter. Hamzah smirked unapologetically as he nodded his head. "You're right, I take it back you suck at baking [Name]." Your eyes widened in fake outrage. "Really?" you said. You grabbed the spoon from the bowl you were using to mix your cake batter and flicked it towards Hamzah.

Pink batter landed on his cheek. Hamzah gasped and closed his eyes, a big smile plastered on his face. He opened his eyes and glared at you, still cheesing. "Oh yeah? That's what we're doing now?" he asked, stepping towards you. You giggled and put your hands in front of you to keep him from coming any closer. "Hey, chill out! Thats what you get for dissing me," you laughed out. Martin and Mandy watched from the side, using all of their self control to not tease you two.

Soon enough, after bantering and teasing, the baked goods were finally finished. Mandy tasted the cookies and the cake. The cookies weren't all that bad, despite the burnt caramel and charred exterior. Your strawberry cake was significantly better, topped off with vanilla frosting. "Yeah, [Name] wins for sure," said Mandy as she held her hand over her mouth. You smiled triumphantly as Martin glared at you.

You helped Martin and Hamzah clean up the kitchen. As the three of you tidied up, Hamzah made sure he was close to you. He watched as you wiped down the counter with precision, leaving a spotless trail with the dish rag.

Once the kitchen was spotless, Hamzah leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He watched as Martin walked out and you pack up your belongings, stealing glances at you when he thought no one was looking.

Hamzah walk towards where you stood. You looked up from your camera and smiled at him. "This was fun, Hamzah," you said as you folded up your equipment. Hamzah grinned at you and you could've sworn his cheeks were getting rosier by the second.

"So, whens our next video?"

(THIS WAS SO LONG BRUHH😭 but ty to @katsaresokool for requesting!!! <333 hope u guys liked this!)

[bloggerspam]

It finally makes sense when Graduation hits them.

Or rather, the truth of it becomes unavoidable when he is finishing up his packing for college.

Jazz had come down from Harvard to help Danny pack his things for the University of Chicago.

Things were going well, Sam was going to take a gap year to volunteer at this non-profit in the Amazons, so she had come to help for the bulk of it.

Tucker was heading to sunny California for UC Berkeley, so Sam went over to help him out before they all convened for a final dinner.

Danny wasn't leaving for another couple days, but Tucker was taking Sam with him on the long drive, and whilst Danny could join them—well. Jazz was here, and he had barely seen her with how busy she was in college. Even with all the holidays and extra visits she tried to make, it was an adjustment period for all of them to not be in each other's pockets like before.

No doubt, it'll be hard to be apart from his friends and family. But there was always video calls, and what were ghost powers for if not to drop by every now and then on a whim? It's not like Sam and Tucker wouldn't be abusing their portal guns.

They'll adjust, and grow, just like before. If they survived Jazz's departure for college, they'll survive it again—they know better now.

It was hard, when she had just left, and emotionally taxing—especially when Danny had finally hit the breaking point and talked to his parents about his Death halfway through the second semester.

Jazz had come down that week and skipped school, it got so bad. But they made it through, and now…well.

With his parents in the know more than ever, and his impending Kingship upon death, ghost attacks just weren't an issue anymore. Danny had tried his best to pick himself up, and with his friends and family's support, along with Lancer's extra credit lessons, things had finally reached equilibrium.

Even his powers had settled down, more a part of him like—like breathing again.

Danny felt more settled in his skin than ever before, ready to tackle on adulthood and whatever may come after.

But of course, it's never that easy with Fenton Luck.

"Danny?" Jazz's voice calls out from above. Danny doesn't move from where he's slouched in his usual spot nudged up into the side of the Portal. "Danny, Mom said dinner's ready."

The jar of pebbles and marbles is in the cradle of his legs, sitting criss cross applesauce, the light catching and refracting as he spins it around and around.

"What's wrong?" Danny jolts, head whipping up like a kid with their hand caught in the cookie jar. Jazz is standing at the bottom of the stairs, hands on her hips with a perplexed expression on her face.

"Nothin' Jazz." Danny bites his lip, hunches his shoulders to fidget with a gaudy Netherlands magnet on the Portal side panel. "I was just…thinkin' is all. I'll be up in a minute."

As expected. Jazz doesn't believe him. Danny tries not to squirm when she walks towards him and sits herself down.

"Danny, come on." Jazz whispers, placing a hand on his knee. "What's really going on? You came down here to grab your jar an hour ago."

"I think I'm gonna leave the collection here after all." Danny makes his voice overly bright, feeling like he's 14 years old and not wanting to open Pandora's box. "Maybe, uh, take a magnet or two instead."

He places the jar in it's usual place, dislodging Jazz's hand carefully as he turns to pick out a magnet. He reaches out to grab one, falters, before bringing his hand back as if burned. He stands up instead, offering the hand to Jazz for assistance. "On second thought, I'll pick one later. Dinner's waiting!"

Jazz eyes him, gaze flicking between him and the jar and the stickers and magnets.

"Is it that you want to leave it here," she places a hand on the jar, Danny twitching with the movement, "or is it that you have to leave it here?"

Danny looks away, muttering softly, "Does it matter?"

His hand droops with the words, but before it can fully drop, Jazz's hand snatches at it. She squeezes until his eyes dart to her steely teal gaze, voice fierce and begging.

"Of course it matters, Danny. You matter. Your feelings, and—and your treasures too, all of it matters." She bites her lip, looks away. "If something happened to Bearbert, wouldn't you care?"

"Of course I'd care, He's—" Danny hurriedly kneels down. "You've had him since you were born!"

"And I've had you since you were born too." Jazz laughs, pulling Danny back down into his niche, neatly avoiding the jar. "Look. We both know this jar is important to you. Heck, ever since you started this collection it's like—"

Jazz bites her lip, not wanting to say it. They've both been avoiding saying it. Danny occupies himself by putting the jar back into the cradle of his legs, buying himself time.

The silence lingers, tension building in the ring of it, like a ghost hovering over them.

But, well. If Danny's got any experience, it's dealing with ghosts.

"Like I'm alive again?" Danny sighs, slumping back against the wall and thumping his head as he looks towards the ceiling. "I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed."

"When Clockwork gave you that coin…" Jazz scooches in next to him to put an arm around him. "It was hard not to."

"Funeral rites." Danny huffs a laugh, leaning his forehead onto her shoulder, neck craning as he takes in the comforting smell of his older sister. "You think Sam and Tuck knew?"

"They've been giving you those pebbles and marbles, haven't they?" Jazz runs her fingers through his hair, and he closes his eyes to concentrate on not floating away.

"You think Dani knows?" Danny flaps his hand towards the magnets. "You think Dani needs one?"

Jazz hums, thinking for a moment. "That's something you'll have to ask her, I think."

"And Mom and Dad?" Danny whispers, somehow afraid.

"They've had their suspicions." Jazz says, after a moment. "They've contributed some stickers, after all."

"I know." Danny mutters. "I can…feel it when they do. Explains the daisy stickers, at least."

"Better than real, wilting flowers I suppose." Jazz hums.

They sit like that for a long moment, finding comfort the way they always have since they were young.

"So." Jazz finally breaks the silence, resting her hand at the back of his neck. "You can't bring the jar."

"No, Jazz." Danny laughs, helplessly, and decides that enough is enough. "I can't bring my grave with me."

"Well, so what?" Jazz nudges Danny's face up, face stern as ever. "It's not like you'll never come back! And Mom and Dad can take care of it while you're gone."

"I guess you're right." Danny smiles, sitting back up and fiddling with contents of the jar. The feel of pebbles and marbles sifting through his fingers is comforting, and bolsters him. "Nobody walks around with their graves anyway."

"Dead men tell no tales." Jazz haughtily agrees. "Nor can they walk."

"Whoever said that," Danny grins, anxious and nervous and relieved, "Clearly have never spoken to ghosts."

"Hmm…True." Jazz makes a thoughtful face, before smirking slyly at him. "All the ghosts I know can never shut their big mouths up!"

"Hey now!" Danny argues, grabbing for Jazz to give her a noogie. But Jazz is too quick, ducking his hand and rolling up into a crouch.

"What?" Jazz laughs, loud and happy, "It's true!"

Danny gently places the jar down back in its place before he jerks himself up. "If anyone's a loud mouth it's you!"

They chase each other around like that in the lab, ducking and weaving before Mom calls for them asking why they're taking so long. They meet each other's eyes, before dissolving into laughter once more, jostling each other as they make their way towards the door.

Just before they head up, Danny looks back.

The Portal is off, and the jar—no, his grave glistens in the light of the machinery glowing around them. A bit of gold glints at the top of the pile inside, Clockwork's coin somehow always managing to dig itself out. Danny has long since given up on understanding the logistics of it. The pebbles and marbles reflect light the way they always do, in a rainbow of colors flecking against the metal interior of the lab.

The stickers and magnets, once barely visibly from this angle, have started to spill out to the front of the Portal, and onto the other sides. Lithuania, Glasgow, New York, China—cheery fonts on gaudy little magnets seem to smile in an abstract way. Stickers, gold stars and sale prices and flowers upon flowers, wink at him through the iridescent top sheen.

Overall, his grave looks nice. Colorful, scattered, clearly well loved by the people he loves. It'll be hard to leave, but it's easy to find comfort in the fact that it'll be here, waiting for him.

"Danny?" Jazz calls from the top of the staircase. "Come on!"

"Coming!" Danny calls back, one last glance and one big smile on his face, as he heads up to dinner with his family.

Building Graves like Homes

DP-only WIP based loosely off this dcxdp prompt where Danny unknowingly builds his own grave.

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It starts with a sticker.

That's all it is, really. A stupid little sticker.

Jazz gives it to him as a joke. He did the dishes unprompted, so she gave him a gold star sticker—one of the ones she gives to the kids she tutors on Sundays and Thursdays.

It's just that the basement is comforting.

By all accounts it shouldn't be—it's cold, noisy, barren of any furniture beyond work tables and creepy weapons and mess.

By all accounts he should hate it here—his parents spend most of their time here so it's hard to find peace, his sister hates it, Sam and Tucker hate it, and Danny…well. Danny died here.

But the sticker.

There's a spot next to the portal, not quite under the jut of it, between where the side ends and where the filter sits on the wall. The hum of the portal and lab resonates just perfectly to be almost a lullaby, the edge of the portal's jutted out side providing a good little nestle spot for Danny to sit and lean against.

Danny likes to sit there, in the rare moments when his parents aren't in the lab, and just kind of…ruminate.

Today he ruminates on the sticker, the little glittery shine of it, and how funny it looks against the cold metal gray.

He sticks it on the side, where you can't really see it, and something sort of settles in him.

He stares and stares at it, feeling a little pinprick of warmth as he rubs against it with a finger, until his parents come home and he has to leave.

The warmth, however, decides to stay long after.

[rosekeu]

soft like a bunny : r. sukuna

this is part 5!

a/n: highschool au, fem!reader, reader has braces, shy+nerdy+sensitive reader! [if you don't like that then leave ig lol] soft spot for reader ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ gosh i finally updated thisss hip hip HURRAY!!!

sypnosis: you get an unexpected warning from someone about your recent relations to sukuna.

[ part 1 ] [part 2] [ part 3 ] [ part 4 ] [ part 6 coming soon! ]

the next day at school was surprisingly quiet. all your classes ran as normal, maybe all of your bullies were intimidating now that you were associated with a delinquent like sukuna. you didn't think about it much, it didn't matter, did it?

as you entered your chemistry class you sat in your usual spot but you missed sukuna’s pestering. you can't deny it was annoying but it was the good kind of annoying that made you want more of it when he wasnt near.

so there you were, exhaling dramatically, your chin placed on the palm of your hand. as you think about what sukuna must be doing at his house. 

and then you remembered. 

he had invited you over. to his house.

you mentally facepalmed at the memory. how could you forget that? he’d casually mentioned it yesterday through text. a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you thought about it. you'd need to remind him to send you his address later. you weren’t sure what to expect, but you felt a flutter of excitement in your chest.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when a voice cut through your musings.

“hey.”

you blinked and turned to find naoya zenin sitting next to you. your stomach immediately dropped. 

of all people... naoya zenin?

he was the twins’ rude, misogynistic cousin. he’d barely acknowledged your existence ever.

even when you went over to maki and mai’s house for family gatherings, so why was he sitting next to you now?

naoya flashed a grin, clearly seeing your surprise, and before you could react, he leaned in closer.

naoya flashed a grin, clearly seeing your surprise, and before you could react, he leaned in closer. “don’t look so startled. i’m just here to talk. you’re... kinda cute, actually.”

you instinctively shrank back, cheeks flushing slightly as you awkwardly tugged at your sleeve, trying to avoid eye contact. “u-um... i-i don’t think we have anything to talk about…”

“yeah we do.” he teased, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. looking into your eyes with a fake warmth. “you and sukuna, huh? what’s that about?”

you furrowed your brows, confused. naoya wasn't a person who talked to just anyone, that was clear. he always acted as if he was above everyone else, and you figured that was one of the reasons why he avoided you at all cost. 

social suicide. 

you weren't popular— but you weren't hated, per say. you were just bullied…that's not that bad right?

“we’re lab partners—”

before you can say another word he puts his hand over your own mouth. “ah– don't lie. what was that shitshow yesterday? when he beat up those bullies?”

he paused, raising a brow as his eyes skimmed your figure. what did sukuna see in you? 

“for you? a little pipsqueak who can’t even stand up for herself? interesting," naoya's voice had a teasing, almost mocking edge to it now. his eyes narrowed as he leaned in even closer, his hand still hovering near your mouth.

you felt your breath catch, your nerves tightening. naoya’s presence was suffocating, and his words stung. your face flushed, both with embarrassment and the uncomfortable weight of his gaze on you. why was he doing this? it wasn’t like he ever cared about you before—why now?

"uh, excuse me, but i really don't think this is your business," you muttered, your voice softer than you intended but still firm. you pushed his hand away from your face, feeling your heart race. you didn’t know where this sudden surge of confidence was coming from, but you remembered the promise you made to yourself to stand up for yourself more. 

naoya chuckled, an evident smirk plastered onto his face. "oh? getting feisty now, huh?" he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he studied you like you were some kind of puzzle he was determined to solve. "well, if you ask me, you don’t seem like the type to hang around someone like him."

“but you don't know me, naoya.” you speak truthfully. he talked as if he was your friend, but you both knew that was a lie. 

naoya chuckled, as if he were entertained by your words. "you’re cute i’ll give you that," he said, leaning back again, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "but you better be careful. people like sukuna don’t just take an interest in anyone. and the fact that you’re hanging around with him now? well, that’s just begging for trouble."

you couldn’t help but feel a knot form in your stomach at his words. sukuna had a reputation, sure, but did it really matter what others thought? wasn’t that the point of why he was different? he didn’t care about what others thought, and that was part of what made him… well, him.

before you could respond, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. naoya stood up, shooting you one last smirk before gathering his things.

 and his words keep a small space in your brain.

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[starscream-is-my-wife]

Recruitment tactic no. ??? Be there for them when they try to push you away

I was thinking that this took place when Thundercrackers doubts and fears about Skyfires authenticity boils over, around the later half of the 20 year pining ark, so that Skyfire could have some character development when he’s not with Thundercracker, and Thundercracker starting to accept that he’s falling for Skyfire, and these little meet ups will become a problem that should be stopped as soon as possible. Although I like to think that Thundercracker loves when Skyfire shows that he knows what he’s talking about, that’s what attracted him to Megatron in the first place, so after this the crush got even worse, rip!

Something I’ve noticed about Skyfire is that he’s like, pretty sure of himself. He openly defected to Megatrons face and does not hesitate to take something on even when he is super outmatched, although that does makes him really reckless? Probably why Ratchet is working on him 24/7. He just seems like the type of guy that thinks he can land a plane even with the right instructions, but he’s still really nice! Although if something needs to happen he’s probably not going to wait around, he’s going to do it himself. His final words while fighting Sunstorm was ‘I don’t believe in destiny’ or something like that after all. I also like the idea of him being so direct that Thundercracker has a hard time processing it, getting insulted and then complemented in such a quick switch up how are you supposed to respond to that

About Thundercracker, there was a line in his description saying ‘he is persuaded because he wants to be persuaded’, which is why I had Skyfire ramble on for so long, Thundercracker probably wouldn’t stop him because he wants someone to convince him to leave. But Skyfire can’t understand why he doesn’t just do it. Hasn’t it been long enough? But the time that Thundercracker has spent with them is also why he is fearful to leave. This will probably be in the next part so maybe spoilers?? Thundercracker does like Skyfires attention and thought that he wouldn’t get attached to this bright eyed fool. But then that fool turned into a real friend, someone who was smart and not an asshole, then this affection turned into more fear, fear for himself, and this reckless, genius, idiot. He can’t defect now, it’s just going to put a bigger target on them, he should just… wait. For the next possible opportunity. This is something Skyfire can’t accept, he won’t force Thundercracker to do something, but to just wait around for destiny? That day may never come

[mythals-whore]

OC Tag Game!!

Thank you for the tag @rookamell i love to yap about my girl

Name: Cyrilla Mercar

Aliases: Rook, Cyri, Aegis (for reasons you may find out later)

Gender: female

Age: 29

Place of Birth: Minrathous, Tevinter

Spoken languages: Trade, Tevene, a little bit of elven (very bad elven)

Sexual Orientation: Probably bi but she’ll never find out because she likes to play with men’s feelings for fun (:

Occupation: PRE-VEILGUARD: Praetor turned Shadow Dragon, part-time criminal, professional menace to the Minrathous elite/Venatori, VG: Varric's Second, Leader of the Veilguard, POST VEILGUARD: Archon's personal guard (and special advisor), part-time consultant for Minrathous Murders & Monsters (rip MM&M from my cold dead fingers)

FAVOURITE

Color: Red(: mostly bc she thinks she looks good in it (she does)

Entertainment: Loves live music! Fun fact is that she took the quest where you say all the buskers in Minrathous very personally. Also fighting. She loves a good scrap.

Pastime: Plays the piano, but doesn't get a lot of opportunities at it. Vandalism. Going to a dive bar to drink and dance and get in a fight. RIP Cyri you would have loved After Midnight by Chappell Roan(:

Food: Khinkali (they're little dumplings with meat and vegetables in there)

Drink: Whiskey girl

Books: has read a lot of military theory, think Art of War but the Thedas equivalent. If some old Tevinter Legatus wrore a biography, she’s probably read it. And her feelings about it are probably similar to Davrin's feelings on the Monster manual guys. She has specific beef with Archon Hessarian who wrote several canticles for the chant of light and still had time to write an entire novel on his life and strategy in the war with Andraste. It has a lot of overt religious teachings in it and Cyri always thought it was ridiculous that they were forced to study it as some kind of war strategy because it has very little to do with the actual war.

1000% becomes the biggest fan of Bellara's serials though. Finds herself getting way to invested. She says they're over dramatic and cheesy but she fucking loves it.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Uhm if you count the Tevinter military academy I made up then yes!

Had sex: Yep!

Had sex in public: as in, intentionally in front of people? No. In the backrooms of taverns/back alleys/a balcony/rooftop/Arlathan forest? Absolutely. She loves a messy night out.

Gotten tattoos: No, mostly because they'd make her more recognizable

Gotten piercings: Nah, liability in a fight.

Gotten scarred: Yep!

Had a broken heart: Assuming this means romantically, yes (when she was still pretty young) but she would barely count that. I am going to count losing her entire cohort during the Antaam invasion. Definitely the worse her heart has ever broken

Been in love: she would say no, but the answer is definitely yes she's just deep in denial and the moment she starts feeling anything resembling feelings she runs far far away.

ARE THEY:

A cuddler: Yes but she'd say no. My girl loves to deny herself the simple pleasures.

Scared easily: Yes! One of my favorite character traits about Cyri (that I gave her lmao) is that she's afraid of everything: the underground, heights, drowning, fish etc. But she kinda just does it through gritted teeth.

Jealous easily: Difficult to answer because I would say definitely not BUT um, there are specific instances. She's never been in a committed relationship (before Davrin) so she's never really had cause to be jealous. And also once they're established and there's no more uncertainty where that's concerned I'd say the answer goes back to being no. She knows that man is obsessed with and devoted to her. (gods help anyone who doesn't know it, honestly)

Trustworthy: Actually yes. She can definitely keep a secret and is very reliable, at least to her friends/people she's loyal to. So they have to earn it, but she will 100% come through for you.

FAMILY:

Sibling(s): None!

Parents: Adopted parents are both alive, but she's been somewhat estranged. They thought she was dead for a long time, they got her back for a little while and then she left with Varric and didn't write them because she assumed someone else would. It's a little complicated considering she's like a wanted criminal...

Children: None unless you count Assan, which she wouldn't ONLY BECAUSE she wants to spoil him and not be the disciplinarian so she's only Assan's mom when it's convenient.

Pets: She had a cat growing up that she brought in off the street and hid. she got to keep it. It's gray and very old now. his name is Smoke and he still lives with her parents. and Assan, ofc.

I AM TAGGING: @flowersforthemachines @thedissonantverses @basedonconjecture @complikatedd @gingervitus @cute-ellyna (((: tell me about your ocs let me love them

[rabotimagines]

general thoughts on combiners? just curious

I'm rambling about combiners under read more bc it got a lil long. But there's a little Romantic talk and some tiny NSFW talk :)

I think they're neat! At least from what I've seen of them anyway. Technically I only really know the constructicons but apparently the rest of the combiners show up later in season 2 of G1 (The protectobots, the combaticons, The stunticons, I checked the wiki and apparently there's like 5 more what the hell-). Plus from what I've been mildly spoiled about some of the comic happenings apperently combiners can just mind meld with their other members and even bots outside their original Gestalt (that's the right term right?) I think that's pretty interesting all things considered.

I imagine the whole line between you, and, them, and us when about a combiner group is blurry as hell on a given day. So the individualism that happens is kinda fascinating, i think? like with just the constructicons (since I know them lol), they all obviously have distinct personalities and opinions, but they also are all Devastator. I assume because of mind melding, they're all constantly in and becoming each others bussiness everytime they merge. So i imagine it's near impossible to hide anything from your own Gestalt. At least if you mind meld/combine with them. So I'm curious to meet the rest of them/the other combiner groups.

Though this is my x reader blog so I will speak on that a little bit since it's my bread and 🧈 but I think if you willingly get involved with a bot in a Gestalt I think you need to be open to some form of poly if you want things to go as smooth as possible. I don't even think necessarily fully involved with everyone. You could be Romantic/Sexual with one of them fully, but the rest want/need something. Think, "Of course he loves you! I love you." So I imagine one person falling for a bot in a combiner means the whole crew gets involved. Package deal sorta situation. Because I think they'd get jealous of each other really fast if you were only kissing one of them when they all want you/care about you. "How come he gets a cheek kiss when I don't? >:^("

Though I think it could also be kinda funny if everyone in the combiner team isn't down with it even if they do just mutually share feelings for you. Because it opens up the possibility of "God I wanna kiss them so bad, but I fucking hattteee them." situation because again they are all the same person together but are also their own bots individually with their own likes and dislikes. "I need my goodnight kiss so my mind will stfu about it also fuck you- good night."

NSFW talk, but that also opens the possibility that one of your s/o's is usually rough in the berth outta frustration. Whether it's your valve or your spike, they're using you like a toy. Leaving scratches and dents and paint transfers. But they always give and want after care after the fact. Because they do still love you even if that fact may frustrate the hell outta them.

[earthykinous]

I gave in and personalized their designs according to my —perphaps a little self-indulgent— headcanons.

★ Kirby of the stars

To me, he is not just full of positive emotions but also star essence, the lore itself has a lot to do with stars, so I wanted him to have small etherical hints.

About his eyes, normally the glow is visible in darkness but sometimes when he gets too excited or determinated his eyes get brighter.

He is a walking black hole packed up in a pink gumball with a happy face, his kindness is his gravity. It must take much more to make him colapse on his own weight taking in how much he handled before.

Black holes sometimes release burst of light, I find it similar to Kirby when inhales things and he can either consume them or spit them out as stars.

I think "Starborn" might be an appropiate tittle.

He is Kirby of the stars.

He is both deadly and forgiving.

★ Bandana Waddle Dee (Aka Bandee)

About the air jet shoes... At first they were just to cushion the fall, some time later she upgraded them.

I like to think that even if he got more confident he is still a big softie, but doesn't show it when he is on duty or leading the Waddle Dee corp, he let his guard down when he is with his friends thought.

Actually, even with all the things that happened he has a bit of a inferiority complex and overthink every interaction fearing to say or do something wrong or innapropiate, all the Dees loves him and look up to him, that's why.

I know megapunch is not canon, but is so much fun imagining him lifting a weight almost his size like nothing. No, actually, I had an imagery of him cleaning with a vacuum cleaner, then lifting Dedede's throne just so he can clean below.

Waddle Dees are carefree, silly and innocent by nature (totally based in how some Waddle Dees are just chilling and vibing at some parts of the levels)

They are also compliant and loyal to a fault, they are not natural fighters, they may try but ultimately they are prone to run away and hide, Bandee might be the first one to break through that since in Kirby Super Star he tried to fight Kirby out of loyalty.

Even after he lost he still managed to watch Dedede's battle against Kirby.

Compared to them, he is intense and serious, but he seems normal to most, someone has to be the responsible one and keep in check the rest of the bunch.

Mother friend but also the little brother of the gang. (That's what you get for having a cute face)

Lowkey unhigned, dude had fought eldritch horrors, no way he is sane but he doesn't have time to go deeper into the spiral of madness because he has to lead the Waddle Dees and babysit his already unhigned friends.

[michanvalentine]

I'll jump in on the conversation to add a few of my thoughts. It's true that Ascendant Astarion doesn’t care about consequences—he’s strong, he has power. But I believe the consequences are very much there, whether he wants to ignore them or not.

First of all, because vampires are the enemies of other vampires. Sooner or later, he’ll draw the attention of someone—other vampire covens, other vampire lords. Sooner or later, one of his spawn will try to overthrow him, just like Cazador did with Vellioth, and like Astarion himself did with Cazador. It’s a cycle, like with popes, lol.

Eventually, word will reach vampire hunters about this dangerous ascended vampire. Whoever holds power must always watch their back—especially if they rule alone (a consort doesn’t change that, assuming he even has one, since in some endings he could end up completely alone). And if he’s truly so blinded by his own glory and magnificence, thinking he’s untouchable and immune to consequences, someone will eventually take advantage of that to usurp or destroy him.

I’m not saying it will happen. I’m just saying that even Ascendant Astarion has to deal with the consequences of his choices and actions. He’s not automatically exempt from that—no matter how much he may not care. But I think that just makes him more vulnerable in the end.

From here, I want to connect directly to something AA says near the end of the game about wanting to build relationships and alliances with the influential people in Baldur’s Gate. And that brings me to another aspect of the whole “I don’t give a fuck anymore, I say and do whatever I want without a filter” attitude.

If he really intends to pull off this delicate work—keeping in mind that to AA, the people in the city are nothing more than cattle—then he absolutely cannot say and do whatever he wants. On the contrary, he’ll be forced to put that charming mask of courtesy back on and carefully work those people to gain their support: flatter them, win them over, offer them something in return, etc. You don’t just rule by sheer force of will.

Unless, of course, he intends to bend everyone to his will with brute force or threats—but in that case, even if he gets some submission at first, in the long run it’ll only bring him more enemies he’ll need to watch out for.

So, Ascension doesn’t automatically open every door for him, nor does it make him “free” in every possible sense. He still has to follow certain rules to get what he wants—or face the consequences.

And I’m only talking from a practical, realistic point of view. That said, I have no trouble imagining this vampire, after the initial euphoria fades and a couple of centuries go by, sitting bored and dissatisfied in his grand palace, wearing his fancy clothes, while the same old issues he buried deep inside start bubbling back up again to say, "Hey, remember us? We’re still here!"

Which, in my opinion, could lead to two possible outcomes:

He becomes increasingly twisted, petty, and small—just like Cazador.

He starts a new path of transformation to escape an unbearable situation, similar to the way spawn!Astarion begins a healing journey in the good ending.

But I’m not sure how realistic the second option is, given that AA has now fully internalized the teachings of both Vellioth and Cazador. In this case, unlike Spawn Astarion, Ascended Astarion is indeed a more static character.

As for AA’s personal relationships (not professional ones, lol), I completely agree: it’s all about utility. After all, isn’t he the one who says something like, “I know everything about love—it’s all about power and control”? I might not recall the exact words, but that’s basically the gist of it. So yes—as long as you’re useful and agree with me, we’re friends/lovers/etc.

And honestly, I find it pretty unsettling when I see people saying, “Well, if you don’t contradict him, he’s not that bad.” Like… what? In my own marriage, contradiction is part of everyday life—we challenge each other constantly and eventually meet in the middle. That’s compromise, one of the fundamental pillars of a healthy relationship.

Which, of course, doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the fantasy of the sexy evil vampire—go ahead and indulge! But constantly excusing him? That feels like a bit much.

For me, the Spawn ending means trying again to live a normal life, after a long Depression, while the Ascension is a complete break—a total "I don't care about anything anymore." Like a golden shot.

That's why the Ascension feels like a form of salvation, like an absolute surrender of oneself. Kind of: I do what I want, I don't worry about anything anymore. In contrast, the Spawn ending means experiencing things like friendship again. love, but therefore responsibility.

A total end vs a new beginning.

Both is tempting tbh

_Its time to try living again

_I feel alive

[tossawary]

The longer I sit on and look back at it, the more I unfortunately dislike "Star Trek: Discovery", especially the episode featuring the Kelpian homeworld. It's been bugging me. Sure, I'm maybe too soft on older ST shows comparatively, which are Trying, but also usually Should Have Known Better even back then; but ST:D happened at a point where the writers DEFINITELY Should Have Known Better, so I'm petty. Like, you have decades of people criticizing "Star Trek" for various reasons, so act like it.

So, spoilers for the Kelpian homeworld episode, because I am going to explain and then complain about it as best that I can remember it. Warning for discussion of character death, suicide, genocide, and non-consensual medical procedures. Long post.

One of the characters on the "Discovery" ship is a Kelpian named Saru, a refugee who escaped an oppressive homeworld and was permitted to join Starfleet. This homeworld is somewhat unique in that it has two sapient species: a prey species, the Kelpians, and a technologically advanced predator species that subjugates them in the name of a "necessary" balance. (I do not recall the name of the second species.)

At some later point in their life, all Kelpians experience something that I'll call Death Puberty. (It has a canonical name, I just don't remember it and this gets the point across to anyone without context.) Saru is not Human, but he is at a stage in his life that is equivalent to Human adulthood. When we first meet him, Saru has yet to undergo Death Puberty, which he believes will cause him to lose his mind and become a danger to everyone around him.

In his society, Death Puberty is when all Kelpians are required to present themselves to the ruling predator species so that they can be killed. It's the Great Balance.

Before we go to the Kelpian homeworld, there's an episode in which the ship encounters a sapient star. The star being emits some sort of signal that causes Saru to enter a premature / induced / unnatural Death Puberty. Saru is so completely convinced that he will go insane after this process that he tries to kill himself for everyone's safety. He persuades another character to kill him; and it's only the process abruptly being completed, apparently without ill effects, at the last possible minute that prevents Saru and his friend from going through with this.

Saru almost immediately concludes that his homeworld's narrative surrounded Death Puberty and the Great Balance is a lie. On one hand, this assumption makes sense, Saru is the one who actually had to experience this lie and surviving Death Puberty sane may have felt like everything clicking into place. Death Puberty also had the side effect of making Saru stronger, more assertive, and less afraid. I don't think it's unreasonable for Saru to feel angry and suspicious, nor was it necessarily unreasonable for him to emotionally jump to conclusions here.

On the other hand, I thought this was a little annoying (this is a really petty nitpick, I know), because Saru is supposedly a scientist. His Death Puberty, which neither he nor Starfleet have had the opportunity to study before, was unnaturally induced prematurely through an encounter with a sapient star, so his experience is presumably unique among his species. "What if my society is built on a horrible lie?" is a good question. I just wish that another character had brought up the uniqueness of the situation to Saru as a consideration, given that the future of a species may be on the line going forward.

So, in a later episode, the ship goes to the Kelpian homeworld to investigate.

Saru does quickly confirm that his society is built on a horrible lie. It turns out that the Kelpians were actually the predator species all along? Death Puberty does not cause insanity and is actually the process by which Kelpians enter their final, deadly form. The other species, which is actually a prey species of the Kelpian predator species, somehow became technologically advanced and created this "Kelpians are the prey species and must adhere to the Great Balance" oppressive setup. Final form Kelpians scare the shit out of them.

(The supposed logistics of evolution here are more than a little silly, but whatever. It's ST. Let's go with it.)

Plot happens and Saru and other characters end up in danger. The other species is more than willing to kill Saru to bury the truth and preserve their deadly lie.

I can't remember the exact order of events here, but somehow, the crew of the "Discovery" decide that the only way to save Saru's life and to forcibly push the truth through is to induce Death Puberty for the entire planet of Kelpians. Which they can somehow feasibly do using the signal they recorded from the star.

Supposedly, this planetwide forced Death Puberty for the Kelpians will scare the other species into backing down or some shit. After all, the other species can't just suddenly cull the entire planet, right?

This is one of those cases where I want to sit ST writers down and ask them: "Hi, what do you think that the in-universe Prime Directive actually means and why it might exist?" I don't know about you, but I think that the Federation probably has rules and regulations against subjecting an entire planet to a medical procedure that they did not consent to? I think that if you violate the bodily autonomy of a single person in that way, Starfleet should haul that captain up in front of a panel and say, "What the fuck??? What the fuck is wrong with you???"

Their solution is to VIOLATE THE BODILY AUTONOMY OF AN ENTIRE PLANET using an UNTESTED MEDICAL PROCEDURE that NOT A SINGLE MEMBER OF THAT SPECIES CONSENTS TO. (Not that a single Kelpian can consent to this on behalf of the entire fucking planet, but you get my point, right?) Ethical fucking nightmare.

This is also one of those situations where I have to put my head into my hands, because FUCK, the science fiction genre is never beating those "you guys sure love a White Savior (derogatory)" (and ST is never beating the "the Federation is just USAmerica in space (derogatory)") allegations at this rate. The "more advanced" and "more enlightened" Federation swooping in and getting to make decisions on behalf of these "less advanced" and "brainwashed" new worlds is essentially what "Deep Space Nine" was criticizing back in the 90s.

This random fucking crew is deciding what happens to these people's BODIES!!! I don't even think there's a doctor on the bridge when this is decided! Not that it would be okay if a doctor signed off on it! You CAN'T just subject people to a medical procedure they can't consent to! And with how often ST tries to say something about eugenics and sapient rights, this action SHOULD BE in-universe explicitly about a hundred different kinds of illegal.

Even if the entire planet of Kelpians sign off on that shit afterwards, it still wouldn't be okay. Everyone involved in making this decision and making it happen should be, at minimum, kicked out of Starfleet, on principle. Someone should be put on trial for this. You don't get to decide what to do with other people's bodies for them.

So, that's a problem. I don't think ST can meaningfully claim to be about seeking a better future if it's going to have a Starfleet ship violate the bodily autonomy of an entire planet without any consequences. But this action just flies casually by as though it's not one of the most hideous things that I've seen anyone do in a ST show.

But, you know, setting aside the violation of the bodily autonomy of an entire planet thing... Let's pretend for a second that this truly is the only option and that the captain of the ship is willing to accept the severe consequences for it... (And there's no opportunity for any other crewmembers to say, "Wait, this is wrong. You can't change people's bodies like this. I can't condone this. And, in fact, am morally obligated to stop you from doing this illegal thing.")

This is still an untested procedure. They don't even know if it will work when they do it. They're forcing a medical procedure on an entire planet and they don't even know whether or not it will work.

They're supposedly using a signal emitted by the sapient star, a remarkably unique being in many ways. There's no guarantee that this one ship will be able to perfectly replicate EVERYTHING that a sapient dying star did to induce Death Puberty in Saru, on a planetwide scale. Death Puberty has not been studied by Starfleet in more than a single individual, who had many unique experiences that his fellow Kelpians cannot have had, so it is not by any means well understood. If they fuck this up in any way, they could kill the entire planet.

Death Puberty is a natural process for Kelpians, occurring later in their lives. There is ZERO discussion of any potential health problems from inducing this change early in Kelpians. This could cause life-long, life-ruining health problems for even adult-equivalent Kelpians, and there is absolutely no mention of infants, of children, of juveniles. For all anyone on this ship knows, trying to induce Death Puberty in every single Kelpian on the planet could cause the agonizing death of every Kelpian child not ready for that process. They don't KNOW. They currently CAN'T know, because they haven't TESTED that.

But, okay, let's pretend that every single Kelpian survives induced Death Puberty with no health problems. The signal miraculously didn't affect child Kelpians at all. It was totally fine.

Remaining Problem: every single Kelpian has been raised to believe that Death Puberty will cause them to go insane and become dangerous.

Saru's initial reaction to going through Death Puberty was to kill himself. He persuaded his own friend to cut his throat before it could finish. His situation was one of unnatural inducement, but he didn't even have them lock him up in a cell to be sure of its ending first; he was CERTAIN.

Upon returning home, before everything goes to shit, Saru learns that his father naturally underwent Death Puberty while he was gone. As is tradition, before the process was complete, Saru's father surrendered himself to the other species and was killed. Kelpians are raised to believe their early deaths are necessary.

I don't think it's unreasonable to assume that the majority of the Kelpian population would panic during planetwide Death Puberty. I don't think it's unreasonable to assume that a significant fraction of the Kelpian population, none of whom know what the fuck is happening, might try to commit suicide or murder-suicide. Even when the process completes quickly and they still feel sane, they might think, "Well, it probably takes a few minutes for murderous insanity to kick in. I had better kill myself while I still have a clear head, as per our planet's accepted spiritual tradition and for the safety of my loved ones."

Parent Kelpians trying to protect their children? Lovers trying to die in each other's arms? Some Kelpians reasoning to themselves: "Well, I'm still sane. But it's my civic duty to off anyone who seems like they're going insane." And the entire planet has just gone through what they understand to be The End Of The World, so everyone is probably panicking and probably seems more than a little insane right now.

Do I think the majority of the planet would turn murderous or suicidal? No. We don't really know enough about the planet to choose hard numbers. But the Kelpians have nevertheless all been raised to believe they need to be culled for the greater good, there was nothing like informed consent happening, and with Saru as our main and only example here, we can be pretty sure that the number of other Kelpians who panicked and died because of that panic is not zero. Personally, I think that the number would be sadly significant.

So, I think that Starfleet is directly responsible for some murders and suicides here. Even if there were no medical issues, which is a big fucking if that I do not believe, you are still up against generations of an oppressive death cult here. If you spring the apocalypse on these poor people, it will be bad. They did not consent to this. They're, according to the worldbuilding here, all going to think that they're dying!!!

And you know what? In this episode, the main characters force Death Puberty on an entire planet, in order to scare the other species into letting the Kelpians be free or something, and it doesn't work. The other species immediately activates the emergency "Explode The Planet" system they had installed, in order to kill all of the final form Kelpians. Inducing Death Puberty just made the other species panic.

So, the captain of the "Discovery" essentially has to threaten the fear-motivated other species into submission, or something. I don't remember how this episode ends exactly. I think that the captain more or less says that destroying the planet with make them the enemies of the Federation and that the Federation is a very scary enemy, scarier than the Kelpians, so it's better to stop this and be the Federation's ally instead. Or something like that.

The other species backs off on destroying the planet and the Kelpians are free, maybe. They all went through Death Puberty and learned they were living a horrible lie, so they have a lot to work out. No mention of health side effects or panicked suicides, but I don't believe that these consequences didn't happen out of an entire planet of potential bad reactions.

And no one on the "Discovery" suffers any serious consequences for forcing an untested medical procedure on an entire planet conditioned to view it as being worse than dying. I know that the other species wasn't really open to friendly dialogue and there was a time crunch of sorts, but I still think "blustering the enemy into backing down by threatening them" should have been attempted maybe a few more times, before the "violate the bodily autonomy of an entire planet with an untested medical procedure that will make them think they're going insane" option. I think maybe that's not okay to do to a single Kelpian, much less an entire planet of Kelpians, even if Saru's life was on the line, actually.

"The ends justify the means" is another thing that past "Star Trek" has repeatedly criticized. It's especially insulting to have the characters do this shit without any of them bringing up any of the potential risks in their stupid, condescending plan. I want to like these characters, but shallow writing like this makes me hate them. It makes all of Starfleet look like hypocrites. They're supposed to be scientists??? No one here has taken an ethics class, apparently.

They really just... forced an entire planet through Death Puberty, potentially killing or hurting any Kelpians who weren't ready for that, probably killing a significant number of Kelpians who didn't know what was happening and panicked, even though they didn't know whether or not it would work and could have killed everyone, and nearly got all the Kelpians killed anyway. This clusterfuck should be both against countless Starfleet regulations and EXTREMELY illegal under Federation law. But we can file this under a "whoopsie daisy!" because the professionals involved panicked and meant well?

Fuck off. Awful episode. They definitely killed a significant number of innocent people here, even if they didn't show those deaths because the writers apparently didn't think about the obvious medical and social risks, and what these characters did to the Kelpians wouldn't be okay even if everyone miraculously lived. Don't mess with other people's bodies???

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

i would cross the line, i would lose my mind

Hey friends! I haven't posted any rayllum in a hot sec, and bc I'm doing well in school right now and have a moment to breathe, here we are!!

When Rayla comes down with something, Callum spirals more than a little.

Life in Evrkynd was more difficult than he’d anticipated. Of course, it came with plenty fewer long treks and early mornings than the castle, leaving him more time to cuddle with Rayla as the sun slowly rose, and Callum was thankful for that. They only spent half the year there, and the other half in the Silvergrove with her dads.

He got to appreciate Moonshadow foods (never getting any less surprising), rituals (painting runes on her forearms and her on his back, for instance, leading to running from the ceremony giggling, drunk on the other's presence), and dances (he was just as hopeless at those as he was human ones), plants, and… everything about her was enchanting, he thought with a smile. He'd spend every day of the rest of his life learning new things about her, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

But it was arguably better getting to show her human life, the things they hadn't experienced together in those two weeks after the Storm Spire, and when they'd been too busy cooped up in the castle after Umber Tor and then retrieving the pearl.

Brown sludge, they were both fans of. She danced to music bards played around town, tied her hair up with red silk ribbons… Far too dangerously pretty and sweet and loving.

She'd loved wisteria when she'd seen the blooming trees planted and cultivated by Earthblood elves, giggling when he'd plucked a branch and tucked it behind her ear.

So the natural next step was to hang it up in the home they had when they resided here, letting her walk in after a long day of teaching swordfighting to the blossoms of purple complimenting her eyes and watching the way she lit up with curiosity and wonder, then kissed him silly when she realized.

The sniffles started a few days later. He woke up to her sniffling in her sleep, snoring all of a sudden from congestion– "I don't snore," she'd said once, when he’d asked how she didn't after the corrupted banther had attacked a lifetime ago. "Even if I'm sick. It can give away your position. So I don't do it."

"I'm pretty sure you can't just will bodily functions away," he'd teased, and handed her a handkerchief.

So snoring now may have just been a result of her feeling secure enough to, no longer in constant fight-or-flight even when asleep. Or maybe it was just that bad.

He tried to convince himself it was the former.

Rayla had grown from constantly insisting she was fine– it was only marginally better though, claiming that it was a little cold that would pass in no time.

He stopped entertaining the sliver of belief he'd held when she nearly fainted going up the stairs.

"Not a little cold," he mandated, looping one of her arms around his shoulder and helping her the rest of the way up, easing her down onto the bed. "What have you eaten today?"

Rayla coughed into her elbow, wiped her nose with her wrist. "Soup for lunch. S'posed to make you feel better."

He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "You don't feel warm. Is this some kind of elf sickness I don't know about?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not a textbook."

"You've been icky for a week," he frowned. "Shouldn't we call a healer?"

Rayla rolled her eyes. "It's nothing. I'm not dying or anything."

Callum kissed her forehead. "Compromise: If you're not better in two days, then we'll call one. Okay?"

"If it'll make you feel better."

"It will." He patted her knee and stood up. "I'll go bring you dinner, and we can have an early night. And let Soren take over tomorrow, okay?"

"Fine, Doctor."

"Doctor what? Doctor Scarf? Doctor Dork? Doctor Hottie?"

She whacked his butt and cackled. "Go get dinner, dummy."

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