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givehimthemedicine · 19 days ago

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lumax as a premature relationship

first: I don't mean any of this like "the show shouldn't have done it". what I mean is that with lumax, ST is telling the story of a relationship whose flaw (if it can be summarized into just one) is that it happened too soon.

probably out of comparison to milkvan, and the delay of canon byler, lumax gets lauded as the wholesome ship based on true friendship that slowly blossomed into romance. but that's not accurate. Lucas is a good friend to Max, but Max isn't to Lucas, and it certainly wasn't slow.

even platonic lumax should've been a slow simmer but was a speed run

the newly-introduced Max has high walls, which suggests anyone who wants to get close to her will have to take a slow approach. but then before you know it, Lucas is just kinda. in there.

yes, it takes him most of the season to earn Max's trust, which sounds long, but isn't. the first time Lucas and Max ever spoke was Halloween, Wednesday. the arcade I think is Saturday, and the junkyard is the day after that? so she broaches the darkest subject in her life... 4 days after meeting him. with like. zero prompting. "that fog looks cool! btw my parents are divorced and..."

Max's walls are only so high because of how badly she wants to let someone in, so it's understandable that the right person could get in relatively fast. I have no problem with that trope. sucker, in fact. but opening up here was CRAZY for someone with huge trust issues:

you have to be careful who you confide in about abuse because if your confidant mishandles it so that your abuser finds out you told, things could get MUCH worse. she simply doesn't know Lucas well enough to know he won't accidentally put her in more danger (which actually he already did: by following her out of the arcade after she said not to, and again by showing up at her house).

this talk was moments before Max saw a demodog, meaning she's gone along with the supernatural story without any evidence. I'm not criticizing that; she's a kid who likes fantasy, wants friends really bad, and isn't above playing make-believe in order to be included. what bothers me is she confided in Lucas about her abuse BEFORE seeing a shred of proof this entire outing wasn't the elaborate prank she feared it was. in the infinitely more realistic scenario that these boys are just messing with her, and will ditch her after they've had their laugh, this could so easily have led to a much darker situation at home.

the timing of that conversation was so objectively, stupidly unsafe that I'd call it bad writing if it was an isolated incident. but, self-preservation instincts so terrible they can sometimes be better explained as elf-sabotage - that's just classic Max.

romantic lumax seemed kind of forced because as a new kid in town, all Max wanted was friendship

the snow ball is about a month after everything else. Max and Lucas don't seem to be a couple yet. it doesn't even look like they're dates. so to kiss him suddenly felt like another jump way ahead. he sure looked surprised.

I guess a month is a while when you're 13, but the romantic aspect felt rushed to me because the whole season is full of indications that Max only wanted friendship. and that's made super clear by her constant focus on group friendship. her dialogue throughout 2 is consistently group-oriented.

her behavior is too: as of Halloween, Max has Lucas and Dustin in her pocket. if she's crushing on Lucas, or enjoys attention from boys in general, why on earth would she go out on such a limb seeking Mike's acceptance after she already has what she wants?

because that's not what she wants most. she wants to belong to the whole group, like she keeps saying. (I'm going to ramble much more about this theme in another post soon)

Max continues to prioritize friendship / group activities even after lumax becomes a thing

a few examples:

lumax's idea of "romantic time" can include their friends, in contrast to milkvan prioritizing alone time.

Max (and Lucas) drop 1 on 1 time (washing out his eyes is a scene that's an easy kiss opportunity for your standard tv teen couple) in favor of a long trek in the sun to build a radio tower so Dustin can talk to a girl she doesn't believe exists. Max and Lucas do skip off together, but again in contrast to El and Mike who leave early to make out, they only leave because it's time to go home.

^that's the same Max who tagged along and earnestly participated in armoring up a junked schoolbus to fight monsters without any proof.

despite downsizing for trailer living, she kept the Michael Myers mask in memory of the first night she felt like a part of the party.

unlike others who yell for their loved one from the UD, Max calls out for Lucas and Dustin.

her life-saving montage includes many platonic as well as romantic moments.

alright killjoy, if Max only wanted friendship, how's it make sense that SHE initiated all the romantic stuff?

ST is not a universe where grabbing someone's hand in a tense moment is necessarily an indicator of romance. Dustin said he could feel "the electricity" when Lucas and Max held hands on the bus, but then, Dustin also ships stobin.

the kiss, I could actually come closest to calling a writing misstep because.. it wasn't written. it feels forced because it was, as a last-minute unscripted thing - not because the Duffers decided it fit Max's characterization, but purely because they thought it was funny how uncomfortable Sadie was with filming her first kiss. <- this interview is actually so gross.

but, that kiss is canon regardless of how I feel about bts lore, and it fits and it works in the sense that this is the story of a flawed relationship. Max initiated it despite not being ready for it, simply because she thought she was.

Max's childhood fears about bad relationships have made her overeager to prove a good relationship can exist. so the first time a boy is actually kind to her, she's like OH SEE LOVE IS REAL I DONT HAVE TO GROW UP TO BE MY MOM LET'S GOOOO and hurls herself into something she's not mature enough to realize she's too immature to execute well.

if that kiss was so misguided, how's it still Max's happiest memory?

there's no conflict there.

she grew up around terrible relationships and probably feared she was destined for the same, so to find a nice boy like Lucas must have given her such incredible relief and hope. in her young mind, that dance was her happily ever after. you never forget how good a moment like that felt, regardless of how well reality lived up to it.

that said. can I point out that reality hasn't lived up to it?

Max choosing the moment lumax began, as opposed to any moment from the year-and-change of its actual contents... might be less good the more you think about it. like. she doesn't describe this as her favorite memory. she says it's the time she was happiest. in other words, she hasn't been as happy before or since.

that kiss marked lumax's moment of greatest potential, which I think is what made Max so happy. not the relationship she's actually gotten so far.

mmkay and then what do I do about the fact Max STILL wants to date Lucas?

once again, Max is the one who makes things overtly romantic by doodling a picture of them holding hands. but as you may know from my recent lumax diatribe, I don't see how the ship is seaworthy at present.

so the top layer of my interpretation is that Max is still operating under the same ideas that caused her to kiss Lucas in the first place. she's not thinking about how it'll work; she just wants. this is fast-forward Max again. it's a similar moment of hope to the snow ball kiss. romance with Lucas once again looks like her lifeline out of an awful situation.

the layer underneath that is less fluffy:

Max might've accepted this invite in as much an "I might die tonight so it won't hurt to make some lighthearted plans for the future, he did just save my life so why hurt his feelings for no reason" way as anything else. I don't mean her affection is fake. she just might consider the movie date a pipe dream.

consider that her attic monologue happens only a couple minutes after the doodle, and shows that her suicidal ideations are barely behind her. like, the wanting-to-die part is just bait at this point I think, but the deserving-to-die sentiment still feels fresh and sincere.

consider that Max so recently scolded Lucas for assuring her things would work out because that's "never true" in her life... and now here she is drawing a doodle of things working out.

sure, this could be a girl who's thinking "yes!!! ✅ Attending Event! I genuinely expect to be alive, deserving of love, and in the mood for romance this Friday!" but to me, it honestly seems more like a girl thinking "God, I wish."

btw the doodle would've been perfect as the advent of romantic lumax, imo

if lumax had grown slowly out of a healthy mutual friendship, Max really could be ready right here.

imagine: s2, Max earns her place in the party, but to grow especially close friends with Lucas takes a year; the bus talk happens in s3. we can tell their friendship is starting to want to become more. depression interferes in s4. but their bond helps pierce the fog, and they protect each other from Vecna/Jason.

you hit me with the movie doodle after THAT buildup? adorable, precious, showstopping. at that point, that date could've been their happily ever after. <- this is what people think it is already!

lumax is one of many flawed relationships (and that's okay)

another sign that lumax is supposed to be flawed is its place in the larger pattern of flawed relationships: parallels with other characters and ships.

Max and El in particular share a similar stumble into their relationships: both bond with the first boy to treat them with kindness, and throw themselves into a relationship that actually costs them the friendship they should've had with that boy.

and all the party relationships illustrate different friendship/romance progressions:

lumax is the story of a romance that should've been a friendship first/also and isn't going to succeed til it gets this right

byler will be the story of a romance that was a friendship first and will succeed by remaining one also (or so the themes and patterns suggest)

mileven is the story of a romance that should've been a friendship instead.

literally all of ST's relationships, including the endgame romances, have flaws that are intentional and meant to be explored. in fact that's like... most of what the show is. and most fans can readily admit that about all of them, until they get to lumax, which they think is uniquely meant to be perfect and is flawed only in its writing. this view strips lumax from its broader context and ignores many lessons it's there to teach us about ST's overarching themes.

understand: my aim in pointing out lumax's flaws is not to persuade anyone to enjoy it less or stop shipping it!

flaws don't mean you aren't allowed to like a thing. if anything, it makes them way more interesting to discuss, and more compelling to root for/against. we don't have to pretend our characters are perfect in order to enjoy, ship, and learn from them.

more on all this coming soon in another post exploring different types of love in the Max plot!

#lowkey lumax is getting away scot-free with credit for work only byler has done #givehimthemedicine analysis #max mayfield #lumax #tw suicide #character analysis #take your blorbos and ships off the pedestal and acknowledge their flaws... for the first time in your life you will be free #an actually perfect relationship would be so boring they wouldn't put it on tv

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professional-yapper · 10 months ago

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This is for the anon who's ask I unfortunately lost when I accidentally posted this fic prematurely 😭😭 I'm so sorry nonnie please forgive me 🙏

Anon asked for an Aonung X reader where the reader is a Na'vi from a colder region!

The Deal

Aonung x Snow/Mountain Na'vi! Reader

Warnings: none really, mild head injury ig, aonung is so painfully ooc im sorry guys

Sempu: Dad/Daddy [informal version of father] - tsyeym: treasure, something precious

The call that land had been sighted went up shortly after dawn.

You were shaken from dreams of seals and shimmering landscapes by your father rising from the mat beside yours, rubbing a hand over his face blearily as he went to see for himself.

He was bare-chested and barefoot, wearing only pants, rolled up to his knees, as many of your fellow traders were, though the women kept their chest wrappings on for obvious reasons, having abandoned their warm furs and skins upon leaving the homeland.

You yourself were dressed simply for sleep, one of your father's old shirts, so worn thin from years of work it was perfect for the tropical climate you all had stumbled upon.

Some of the other traders had hopes of seeking out the reef, home of the aptly named reef people. You knew them by no other name. If they even had one.

Your own people were named in such a way that it couldn't be replicated here. A thin whistling noise made through the teeth, a mimicry of the icy wind that swirled across the snow covering the homeland.

But you also knew your father had no such hopes. The reef was too far, the surrounding seas too dangerous, filled with fantastical creatures that none of you could name. The not knowing was the worst part.

There was no way you could've found your way to the reef. And yet, soon, the boat was alive with traders running to redirect the vessel towards the land, calling and yipping to one another excitedly.

You sat, yawning and stretching, ears tilting downwards with the effort, the furs sliding off you as you did.

Your father smiled at you as he passed, reaching out to ruffle your hair, so like your mother's, though it had been months since you last saw her. "Come, tsyeym. Take a look. It's beautiful."

Unlike anything he had ever seen before, his eyes said as he glanced back towards the land, which came into view more strongly now, the last wisps of the fog snatched up and away by the brisk breeze.

You shifted onto your knees, leaning forward on your hands, still too sleepy to be bothered standing up, drinking in the sight laid before you greedily. A sky streaked with purple and crimson, and a sea stretching before you that reflected that.

So many sunrises, and each one as entrancing as the one before.

The reef was well within your sights now, and you could even see little figures, aqua blue in colour, high up on the layers of rock, probably coming to investigate.

Your father and a few other traders waved to them, but earned no response.

Instead, the reef people climbed down the rock levels and dove neatly into the sea, disappearing from you. You frowned. Where were they going? Were they coming towards the boat to see what you all wanted, or were they going to summon one of those mythical creatures to frighten you off?

Not sharing your father's natural optimistic personality, you stood and went over to him, tugging on his arm. "Sempu, maybe we should-"

"Look how fast they can swim, tsyeym," your father responded in a dreamy voice, watching the water, eyes fixed on them, and their forms cutting through the water became clearer to you the longer you stared. "They're made for this."

"We are not," you replied briskly, once again your mother's daughter with your practical personality. "Sempu, if they tip the boat-"

"Ah, my child. You worry too much," your father chuckled, wrapping a beefy arm around you and hugging you to his chest briefly, before striding off to help the other traders.

You huffed, but dared to move a few steps closer to the edge of the boat, following the reef people as they swam ever nearer, eyes narrowed with suspicion, hands fumbling for the fish knife that sat at your hip that you'd forgotten to take off after yesterday's evening meal.

Which also explained how uncomfortable sleeping on your side had been. Though obviously not uncomfortable enough to investigate. But nevertheless, you drew it and dropped to a crouch on the lip of the wood, gripping tightly with your fingers to keep yourself from tipping into the water, head over heels.

The reef people were close now, so close you could make out individual traits of each one. A few men, by the looks of it. Warriors, maybe. You frowned. You didn't care for warriors. The ones back home had biceps bigger than their brains, and mouths bigger than their biceps. The title of warrior was gifted as a show of strength and bravery, not intelligence or anything like that.

But you supposed it might be different here.

One of the men was actually a boy, judging by his smaller body and lack of tattoos. You leaned forward, trying to see better as they drew nearer, then swam entirely under the boat. Your frown grew. What were they doing?

Leaning further, further...

Then one of the reef people burst right out of the water before you, nose bumping against yours. You yelped, reeling back, dropping your knife in your shock.

There was a heavy moment of silence as you and the reef boy stared at each other.

He wasn't unpleasant. Just weird-looking. Hairless, like a fish. Pale and green and pink, with eyes like glaciers and dark curls that kept escaping the bun on the crown of his head.

You supposed by reef people standards he was quite attractive. By your standards too, but you couldn't even admit that to yourself.

"What are you?" he said finally, treading water and staring at you.

His attractiveness evaporated.

"What kind of a question is that?" you demanded, glaring back at him.

"I am the chief's son, you answer me first!"

You felt a headache coming on already. "That- how old are you? You sound like a little kid. And we don't recognise any kind of leadership, anyway, so take your title and stick it up your ass, princeling."

If looks could kill, you'd have just dropped dead.

He didn't say anything for a moment, taking a deep breath, ears flat against his head and nostrils flaring. Then, "Fine. I may have been too abrupt."

"A bit," you scoffed, earning another scowl from him.

"Let me finish. What I meant was; you're not like any Na'vi I've ever seen or heard of."

"So?" you replied, feeling too offended to even bother faking civility.

"So I want to know what kind of Na'vi you are. What's your tribe?" he said, ears flattening further, eyes dark and wet as he looked up at you, water lapping against his broad shoulders and chest.

"We're traders from up north. Our name is-" You made the sound for him, but the look on his face told you he wasn't going to even attempt to mimic it.

"We're Metkayina," he offered. "My name is Aonung."

"Oh," you hummed, making a note to tell your father the reef people had a name. You deliberated for a moment on whether or not to tell this rude fish boy Aonung your name, then decided not to.

And of course Aonung took offense to that too. "Aren't you going to tell me yours?" At least, you thought he would take offense. But he sounded almost amused, his expression shifting to something almost playful as he swam a little closer.

"Why should I?" you replied haughtily, curling your thick tail around your toes, hugging your knees to your chest. "You're kind of a skxwang."

Aonung laughed a little. "I get that a lot. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to offend you. Seriously. I didn't know you'd take it to heart."

You raised your eyes skyward, asking Eywa if this boy was serious. "You've got to be kidding. You hit me in the face then looked at me and asked what I was, like I was a dead animal you found floating in on the dawn tide."

"I did not look at you like that."

"You did! I saw you."

"I wasn't looking at you like that!"

Your sudden laughter surprised even you. "Okay, fine, you weren't looking at me like that," you relented, leaning forward. "What were you looking at me like then?"

He smiled at you, fangs pressing into his bottom lip a little. "Like I said. I wasn't looking at you any way."

You rolled your eyes. "You're infuriating. Are all reef boys this annoying?"

"Maybe. You should come find out," he said slyly.

"Sure, if your chief wants to make a trading agreement with us."

"My dad's the chief. I can talk to him if you want," he offered, and you noticed he was swimming closer to you ever so slightly, like if he moved slowly enough you wouldn't notice.

"Why would you do that?" you prompted teasingly, tilting your head to one side. "Want me to stick around?"

He shrugged, feigning innocence. "I could care less."

You couldn't help another laugh bubbling up and out of you, warmth filling your chest at being able to talk and banter with another teen your age. Even if said teen was kind of a douche. "Sure. Just admit it. You wanna know more about me."

"Well, I still don't know your name, so you could start with that," he pointed out.

"Sure," you repeated. "Get your dad to make a trading agreement with us and I'll tell you whatever you wanna know."

"Deal," he said, shifting forward, hoisting himself up on the edge of the boat, partially leaning over you, blocking out the light of the rising sun, eyes glittering with amusement as he looked down at you.

Great Mother. His attractiveness had returned with full force.

Broad chest, strong shoulders, a perfect body by the standards of your people. The dark curls, the colour and texture still so foreign to you despite all the different Na'vi you've met. The eyes, like precious gems held up to the sunlight. The water running down said broad chest in little rivulets, glistening and catching your eyes even as you tried to stop yourself.

You stared up at him for a second, wondering what in Eywa's name he was doing, before you realised he was holding out his hand to you.

You shook it.

Christ ALMIGHTY it's gonna be another multi chapter lads. Let me know if you want to be tagged in any future chapters x

#atwow #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar x reader #avatar fanfiction #aonung #aonung x reader #aonung fanfiction

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femmmie · 1 year ago

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Oops I accidentally posted this ask prematurely w only the outline lol SORRY@! But yeah so here it goes!!

The Most Special Person

"Sure you're going home?"

"Yeah, I have pilates in the morning."

"Who are you and what have you done to Ian?"

"Shut up!"

"Ah, there he is!"

"Bye."

"So who is ready to continue this party?!"

"Nah, I gotta go home to my dog."

"I need my beauty sleep."

"But you're already so pretty, Keith! But YOU Noah, you look like you need some sleep hahahaha"

"Okay alright okay, I see how it is! Just kidding, I was already going home. Bye guys."

"Sleep well princess!"

"I guess it's only the three of us now!"

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't care I just want to continue this party!"

"Alright we'll take you some place special!"

The voices and sounds around Anthony began to blur. He'd drunk quite alot already this evening at the grand Smosh get together they threw every couple of months. Tonight was extra special as Smosh had hit a new subscriber record.

The three musketeers, Anthony, Tommy, and Chanse, were the only ones left, as they usually were. They would often go to a cocktail bar until the early morning, but today, Tommy had a different plan. Pretty drunk himself, he led the lads to one of the most iconic gay bars of Hollywood, Micky's. The stately building and beautiful interior were accentuated by the lounge music, loud enough to compliment the atmosphere but low enough so they could hear each other talk.

"Wow, you're taking us to Mickey's you wild boy," Chanse giggled.

"What better way to end the night than with hot guys and even hotter cocktails?!" Tommy greeted the bartender. The guy hugged him and gave him a little wink to boot.

"This is not my first gay bar, by the way!" Anthony lied. Ugh, why did he still have anxiety even when this intoxicated?

"Oh well, then you know the rules! Show your dick and you get a free drink!" Tommy joked. Anthony looked like he was gonna do it though so he quickly added "just kidding BRO! You're obviously new to this kind of bar, bless you. It's just like any bar. But gay!"

"Ahh okay."

Anthony felt a little bit awkward. He loved his fellow musketeers, but he wasn't often around this many gay guys. He felt like people looked at him like he didn't belong here. He honestly didn't - he'd experimented with his sexuality years ago but found that a male body just didn't excite him sexually. A female body, however... so he wasn't gay. At least not sexually..

In the corner opposite Anthony, he saw a big, beautiful drag queen. Her hair silver, her makeup grandiose, and her dress sparkling and green. She wore boots so high that Anthony wasn't sure how she could ever walk in those. Somehow, he felt drawn to her, she looked friendly and exuded a motherly vibe.

Anthony walked up to her and said, "Good day, milady, so what brings a beautiful queen like yourself to a bar? Surely you already have a husband or at least a sugar daddy somewhere to take care of you?" To be honest, those words all blurred and slurred over each other, and he wasn't sure if she'd heard anything he said.

The drag queen laughed a beautiful hearty laugh and answered "why what a blessing to have such a striking young fellow visit here of all places. I feel like I know you from somewhere? My name is Dolly Brightheart, what's yours?"

"Anthony's the name, drinking is the game! At least tonight," he blundered on. Luckily Dolly didn't judge him for his cringey words.

"I am afraid that I am indeed already taken, sweet boy. But tell me, truly, what brings YOU here? You don't strike me as a guy who comes here often?"

"My friends took me here, we're celebrating my - our - youtube channel. It hit 30 million subscribers last month. You know, I started that channel in 2005 with my best friend Ian! Ian Hecox, yeah, he's the more outgoing one of us. But he's not here tonight he has pilates in the morning. Can you believe it? And so Tommy and Chanse took me here, and here I am!"

"Well, that sounds like quite a channel you have built, congratulations! Let me pour you a drink." She poured Anthony a glass of water but he didn't notice and drank it all in one gulp.

"Yeah, I am quite a big deal in the youtube world you know, our channel Smosh is loved by people all around the world! But well, running it as two seventeen year olds, that was pretty hard to do you know? So we sold our channel to this dickhead company, excuse my French! They didn't even pay us with real money but with stock that turned out to be worth zero dollars."

Dolly shook her head slowly. "Those scallywags. So what happened then?"

"Well, Dolly, slowly but surely the company took everything from me. My passion, my time, my best friend... I left Smosh. I lost so many years. But I'm not even mad right now because the story has a happy ending! Wanna know what it is?"

Dolly nodded, smiling to one side of her gorgeous face. Anthony looked around but didn't Tommy and Chanse anywhere. He was having a good time though, so he continued to talk to Dolly.

"So I went on a journey to find myself ya know, I built my own individual youtube channel, it's doing pretty well. And I interview all kinds of people, different sexualities, I also interviewed drag queens as wel! So yeah once I regained my confidence, I was more open to talk to Ian again. We'd not been friends for so many years but Ian, Ian is such a big part of my life.. he is like the sun, you know. He's my other half, professionally speaking. He's extremely like, extremely creative and comes up with these incredible ideas that I'm like?? You're a genius Ian!! And he doesn't even realize how amazing his ideas are. And that's not all. So we reconnected, right? And then Ian asked me if I wanted to buy back smosh, our own company and channel, together! Isn't that amazing?"

"This Ian sounds like a very special person," Dolly said, sipping her own drink.

"He is, he's the most special person in my life..." and then it hit Anthony. Ian WAS the most special to him in his life. Not in a sexual way maybe, but in a romantic way? Possibly?

"And so we did, and that's why we make it a point to celebrate well and often," Anthony said, smiling at Dolly. She smiled back.

"Do you tell him that, darling? That he's that special to you?"

"I try to. I try to.." Anthony slowly blinked. "Dolly, thank you for listening, it's been wonderful but I have to go call a Uber."

He gave an awkward bending-down hug to Dolly but she didn't mind and told him farewell. "Damn, Jon was right all along," Anthony thought to himself.

"Hey, where are you?" - a text message from Tommy.

"I'm heading home, I have pilates in the morning."

"Sure, Jan."

"Shut up."

"Good night."

#Anthony Day #ianthony #this is the first of the 5 anthony fics ill be posting today 👀👀👀

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lazaruspiss · 1 year ago

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i would actually love some nightwing recs from you

Aha! You activated my trap card <-(completely forgot how public they are with their nightwing obsession) (ps: i also talked nightwing recs here too <3 i simply love to talk about my baby boy)

My "area of expertise" is mainly Nightwing 1996, so that's where most of my recs come from. There was also Nightwing 1995, which was more of a test run for 96. I think it had 4 issues total? It's not bad, just not noteworthy either. I've been working on a big spreadsheet of info for 96, including trigger warnings, but im only like. 15 issues in. hashtag pain and suffering. Issue #1 already has a woman being threatened, I have it down as "attempted rape" in my list, and that kind of sets the tone for what you need to be able to handle to read everything in that series.

The biggest downside is that it's all pre Damian :( son boy i miss u and i wish u were in better comics. Tim is funny tho. The first arc in 96 is great scene setting, and Tim shows up in #6 to be a lil stinker :3. We establish Dick's goals, motivations, etc, as well as what the state of Blüdhaven is and who our main baddies are.

It's all a bit heartbreaking in retrospect. Dick fails. He wants to be more independent and remove himself from Bruce's shadow, Blockbuster is established as the big bad for him to bring to justice, and he wants to make things at least a little better for the people of Blüdhaven.

He ends up dragged back to Bruce by an invisible leash, he technically beats his main villain but only in the absolute worst way after losing everything (and continues to lose more after, losing things he didn't know he had), and Blüdhaven is destroyed.

Dick loses. It's a bad end. A tragedy even. And yet, because of the nature of comics like DC, his story continues. It continues in crossovers and fan service and whatever else might sell. His most personally meaningful story ended prematurely for fucking War Games. sorry I know I just complained about this but cmon.

There were some good storylines after that! But I'm still bothered by the fact that the Tarantula arc was cut off after like, 2 issues. Road to Nowhere (#94-95) really did go nowhere. But the concept was there and it had the potential to be a decent story about an abusive relationship.

Mobbed Up (#108-111), Renegade (#112-117), and Brothers in Blood (#118-122) are some of my favorite arcs, all post Blockbuster. But after those I kind of lost interest. Annual #2 also came out sometime after all those, and I can't stress enough that it is absolutely not worth reading. It was written an illustrated by men, reduces Babs and Kori to nothing more than romantic partners, and completely misrepresents older stories. They literally retell older Dick/Babs moments, but without anything that could make their relationship at all complex or questionable to the consumer. Dick saw her as a sister, but rather than use that as a sign of closeness and respect they cut out all reference to that entirely because god forbid relationships have any nuance nowadays. Annual #1 was alright. I think it came out in the first or second year of the 96 run, and it's a nice self contained murder mystery one shot that showcases Dick's workaholic habits, his want for a family, and his tendency to try and change himself to makes others happy. He also comes off as very accidentally arospec. There's a moment where he tries to get a woman to stay with him by saying things like "but I could learn to love you" and if that wasn't me everyday throughout my middle to high school years than I don't know what is.

Outside of 96, I wanna point out The Search for Ray Palmer: Red Rain. Which may not be a Nightwing story but is absolutely a Bruce & Dick story (with vampires!) I haven't actually read much of the original Red Rain because. Dick's not really in that one. The Ray Palmer spin off however has Dick hunting down his parents' killer: one vampire king, Bruce Wayne. If you find those posts about Dick initially being a vengeance hungry 8 year old interesting than this is about as close as actual comics get. In the main timeline, yeah, Dick wants revenge, but because he's 8 and really just going through it rather than being genuinely bloodthirsty he's very easily talked out of it. In the Red Rain universe there is no comfort. He's alone, and grief consumes him. Bruce killed his parents for that very purpose, because he wanted Dick to be consumed by grief and hopelessness like him. Getting Dick to be like him and getting Dick to be obsessed with him was kind of his entire goal from the moment he laid eyes on him. Bruce's main presence up until the end where he shows up is shown largely through Dick's hunt, through Dick's obsession. Bruce wanted them to be inseparable and he very much succeeded in the end. By the time Jason and crew cross paths with them it's already too late. Everything is as Bruce wanted it to be. So a yandere vampire brudick au, basically.

There's also Outsiders 2003, which I keep meaning to read but haven't quite gotten to. Dick leads another team, but Donna just died so he's even meaner and cagier than he usually is.

gah. i really wanna finish that nightwing spreadsheet. i'll probably post it once i finish the 1996 section, or at least get it caught up to where it stops before crossing over with war games.

i've made a lot of these but theyre just things that i eventually wanna read, the dick grayson one is really the only one with anything in it rn <-(one track mind. and that track is called blorbo)

#asks #hardlycats #anyways. tldr all of nw 96 up until BiB ends. u should stop after that. do not read the second annual. it makes me angy #also read the search for ray palmer: red rain #idc about the rest of the ray palmer stories i only read the one dick was starring in

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11 March 2023 Saturday 7:21 pmpdt

I think 💭 the incubus is close to making a hole 🕳 through my pelvis? Hip? Bone 🦴 & he’s punished me for eating 🍽 anything with nuts & even a little bit of salt 🧂 & sugar & cheese 🧀 & water 💧 & citrus 🍊 fruit. I think 🤔 he’s treating me the same as my dad when I was a kid. I think 💭 he’s getting close to putting a hole 🕳 through my tongue 👅. I’ve never been to Hawaii & I would rather go there & get smashed by refrigerator sized volcano 🌋 boulders than to feel what it’s like to have a hole 🕳 bored? Completely through my bones 🦴 & flesh. I already had to live most days feeling weird from head trauma & my skin never looking amazing 🤩 like other women seem to be able to. I was always torn up 🆙 & oozing & tired 😴. I didn’t start counting calories until I joined running 🏃🏻‍��️ sport teams & after I stopped I think I stopped counting calories. 7:29 pmpdt he’s extremely rough with me my entire life. I would much rather be dead ☠️. 7:30 🕢 pmpdt if Amar Malik really did what I think 🤔 he did with the voice, & Holland came clean I wouldn’t have made them pay 💰 all the money back. I probably would not have been able to make a show a reality the way they did. I would have only asked for enough money 💰 to get well & live the rest of my life & support some of older relatives & If I felt safe I would have been frugal about it. 7:33 pmpdt. The incubus is not going to help me win the money 💰 Bcz he hates this country- he said it on the voice & it made the news 📰. So he probably wants them Holland to keep all the money 💰. Pain right pinky toe accidentally typed tor. 7:35 pmpdt I don’t have a husband. Incubus is mean vicious cruel heinous backstabbing throwing under the bus 🚌 type of guy. Unfortunately a lot of of people are prematurely aged & then finished off. A woman 👩🏼 w/ dementia got hit by a bus 🚌. I guess they think 🤔 they’re being kind by ending her life like that. 7:38 pmpdt I can’t believe in the goodness of god or incubus. This is no act. I seriously really don’t have a husband. He’s truly vicious & heinous & he probably really raped a lot of women including teenagers. 7:40 pmpdt

7:41 pmpdt there’s nothing decent about their family. They could have brought a hero to dugard but they didn’t. Think about that. 7:42 pmpdt

7:59 pmpdt maybe 🤔 there are NO real heroes 🦸‍♂️ so there was NO ONE to answer the call ☎️ including incubus + company.

8:01 pmpdt how does anyone survive with an organ taken out? Sorcery? The last time I stayed in the hospital 🏥 they injected cold 🥶 liquid into the ivy in to my hand 🤚 then my hand hurt. After that my pee turned brown so I had to probably stay another day. There’s nothing pretend about the damage that has been done to my body. The hospital 🏥 are butchers trying to steal your organs. That’s vicious. I’m sure that the incubus is going to do more heinous vicious stuff to cover their asses to make it look 👀 like that’s our only choice. I complained several posts earlier about 8:06 pmpdt heard 👂 a weird sound in the room I think 💭 maybe 🤔 it’s the incubus miñion. Probably visited me & I don’t remember. 8:08 pmpdt about neutering cats 🐈 & dogs 🐕 & after that saw 🪚 some thing on Instagram about a cat’s balls getting bit off. 8:09 pmpdt I think 🤔 it’s heinous. But Christians are held hostage & (back left ribs pain 8:10 pmpdt) have to sing 🎤 god is (acid pain throat 8:11 😖😭) good all the time. They tell you things you want to hear 👂 & then they backstabbed me. 8:12 pmpdt they’re throwing me under the bus 🚌 8:12 pmpdt

8:14 pmpdt pharmacists make date rape drugs. The drugs make you feel weird in a bad way & knock you out. & then you question 🙋🏻‍♀️ your memory. Do you think that’s nice? Do you think nice people do that? 8:16 pmpdt

8:18 pmpdt do you think 🤔 it’s nice to kidnap & rape 11 year old girls? Incubus does! Incubus + company. Eat that incubus! Eat that! 8:19 pmpdt

8:25 pmpdt do you think 🤔 incubus beats up 🆙 any people who failed to be a a hero 🦸‍♂️ when they could have been but chose not to be? 8:26 pmpdt you know how many lives doctors 🥼 could have saved by chose not to? You don’t get to think you’re better than anyone until YOU prove to be, & I guess you have to do it every second of your life! Is anyone good like that? Is anyone unassuming & aware that even if you have done nothing wrong yet in your life you will pay 💰 with your life? Saint Lucia was called a saint Bcz she was I guess the real Santa 🎅🏾 Claus 🤶🏽 but god who is incubus wanted her to die without marriage. The guy who wanted to marry her basically had her killed Bcz he wanted her dowry probably- greedy. ? Women brainwashed to wear corsets so men can put their whole hand 🤚 around their whole waist ? Harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️? Greedy. Abuse. God = incubus = heinous. Same history repeats 🔁

8:33 pmpdt Santa 🎅🏾 Claus 🤶🏽 figure probably evolved from apocalypse. Santa 🎅🏾 Claus 🤶🏽 = Saint Lucia = Jesus

Christ ma is eve. 8:34 pmpdt #3

8:35 pmpdt if I was under 100% control marionette doll status whole life & there’s a label 🏷 on the left & right hand 🤚 Travis barker self made true love 💕 if there are people claiming to be REAL... that means they were their selves? & received verbal instructions so does that mean they had a choice to be a hero 🦸‍♂️? Yet he turns around & says true 🔥? Trying to understand. Bcz if gay guys are not really themselves Bcz he puts magic 🪄 potions 🧪 to “make” them love 💕 a man do I fall into the same category???? 8:40... so does that mean people who claim to be real & true don’t really LOVE???? Pretending to love? Marry for money 💰???????????? Trying to understand! Bcz he will tell me what I want to her yet DESTROY me!!!!!! 8:41 pmpdt don’t show me that you control traffic & do me a favor in blossom hill! & then suddenly change things on me!!!!! Putting me in a desperate stupid situation!!!! 8:43 pmpdt DONT TOY 🧸 with ME!!!!! 8:43 pmpdt

8:56 pmpdt don’t believe anything the incubus said or showed you. It’s probably a DEEP FAKE. He’s calling me the devil & saying I’m dead. I believe it! Miñions are probably in the room across from my room & on every floor. 8:58 pmpdt

8:59 my nipples formerly were pink but turned brown recently 9 pmpdt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what this means😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😖😭

9:07 pmpdt 9:08 pmpdt there’s a country song about a father & a very young son praying 🙏 to god at bedtime out loud. Something about talking to god like he’s talking to a friend. 9:09 pmpdt god is NOT anyone’s friend. Look 👀 at Jordi! Jordan DIED! 9:10 pmpdt

9:17 pmpdt the finger plastic clip machine at the hospital 🏥 to tell your oxygen levels? I don’t think those work at all. It didn’t work on me. I couldn’t breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ at all & that thing still said I was very saturated with oxygen. 9:19 pmpdt incubus wants me to keep my mouth 👄 shut forever about it I guess. Made me afraid to say my truth even though he’s got that Olympian in his music video girls like you wearing that t- shirt 👚. He probably pulled the same sh*t on antolin Garcia Torres. 9:21 pmpdt

9:24 pmpdt I guess it’s a good thing Holland was given the idea 💡. Beat me to it. The irs would have had a lot of fun 🤩 with all that money 💰 I could have brought in. 8:25 pmpdt they make getting assistance difficult 😞. 9:25 pmpdt if I can’t trust the cops 👮‍♂️ who can I trust? 8:26 pmpdt a lot of people were killed off by COVID. 9:26 pmpdt

9:32 pmpdt if I die, & Amar Malik is responsible, then he will probably be given the death penalty? If is (Ymir enough ) autocorrect keeps inserting random stuff . If anymore bone 🦴 is chipped away I will seek suicide & you can thank Amar Malik for a large debt 💸 in the United States 🇺🇸 if he gave my idea 💡 away to Holland & didn’t step forward to own up b4 it’s too late. 9:36 pmpdt I guess he will always hide.

9:57 pmpdt 20 minutes went by too fast 💨 incubus miñion is still attacking my bones 🦴. Difficulty breathing now. 9:57 pmpdt

-sounds like/feels like my thoughts 💭

-sounds like/feels like a different head thought 💭 voice but still seems like my own thoughts 💭 maybe similar to what Mel blanks went thru at the end of his life? Bugs bunny 🐰 etc

10 pmpdt

-sounds like/feels like a thought 💭 & yet I realize eventually it’s not my thought 💭- it’s god. This took a while for me Bcz there are different degrees. Something that’s only clarified/confirmed through experience. But the reality is all thoughts 💭 originate from god? Can he really come up w/ every artistic artist 👨‍🎨 idea 💡? Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ god can trick you into thinking an idea 💡 or feeling is yours. “Made” 10:05 pmpdt

11:20 acid pain in throat pmpdt FYI it’s possible to turn a finger print into a stamp. Like a rubber stamp. So it’s possible that finding fingerprints aren’t aren’t 100% guaranteed to be authentic. 11:22 pmpdt cops 👮‍♂️ carry tasers. & probably a more likely suspect to use a taser. 11:23 pmpdt

12:27 12:28 am pdt Sunday March 12 2023

it looks like the odds are against me. I have too much breathing problems & diarrhea to do this thoroughly. I think it was last year I looked a little at the court documents. All the old articles have a paywall. & could have been altered by hackers by now. I keep seeing new data. First time I saw the child annoyance news 📰 video. Could be him or someone who looks similar. I have a bunch of questions that remain unanswered. I suppose demonic possession could answer one, like why the body is so hard to find, but evidence to tie him to it was so easy to find? Was he framed & picked out ahead of time b4 the kidnapping occurred? Was antolin still having s*x w/ his girlfriend? Did he use a condom & put it in the trash 🗑? Was there a time it was there & no one was around to watch? 12:34 am pdt

12:39 am pdt some girls shave 🪒 their arms were the hairs shaved 🪒 & perhaps 🤔 the kidnapper collected it & used it to plant. What was educational level again? Was it high school 🏫? 12:42 am pdt #3 😖😭😞😤🥵😤😭 12:42 am pdt

12:46 am pdt the kidnappers who had friends in Saratoga w/ the red door 🚪. Did antolin have much money 💰? An entourage? Is that like a group of people like a security guard 💂‍♂️? Could he afford much? He drove an old Jetta w/ mismatched paint 🎨 but it looked shiny like he really cared to make it clean. Why clean the outside but not the inside? 12:49 am pdt did he own a computer 👨‍💻? Inter Access? Smart phone? Did he have an online presence? How tech savvy is he? The Samsung flew from Asia to testify & I thought 💭 I read that they found the phone 📱 close to her home in a field & it was show to cycle on & off in the field? Remotely? Probably being reset? Whoever kidnapped did they clear her tumblr blog? Which from tweets seemed to have playlists? Why was that important to delete? Rock 🪨 & roll lifestyle of drugs & alcohol 🍺 (vag acid pain 12:54 am pdt) I feel like I’m making a huge mistake typing 💬 this but I’ve had enough. I need answers. Did she have messaging apps she communicated with her kidnappers on? & the kidnappers deleted everything. But for some reason thought to reset it (the cycling on and off remotely) after they tossed it in the field? How much tech savvy would you need to know to do that? Do you only need a password Dan I thought if this only now. For some reason I thought 💭 more hacking skills was needed to do that. 12:58 am pdt

1:02 am pdt if antolin was tech savvy he could have got a higher paying 💰 job? & did the police question him already about sperm b4 the court trial? 1:04 am pdt

1:14 am pdt also if working as a trimmer of trees 🌲 did he have to climb 🧗‍♀️ tall trees 🌲? If so probably should not be taking drugs or drinking alcohol 🍺 much? 1:15 am pdt

1:20 am pdt Brendan junior’s dad had his own landscaping company w/ many large pickup trucks 🛻. If he ever was to plant 🪴 a tree 🌲 would he have to dig a very deep hole 🕳? 1:21 am pdt

1:29 am Pdt I have a very bad feeling now that the incubus has been misleading me. & has done dirty things to me. Dirty as in misleading me & making me desperate enough to drive in that risky way. If the guy was not stopped 🛑 I will never forgive god. & his romantic ways will forever ♾ be viewed as truly phony. 1:32 am he is not good. He is evil 🦹‍♂️ & wicked. 1:33 am pdt

3:29 am pdt I thought 💭 of another interpretation of the hand 🤚 tattoos : true = you do as the incubus suggests you to do including abandoning friends & family who need you. & love = the opposite. Incubus made “death” come up 🆙 in autocorrect after I typed = sign. Scare tactics which could be true. But is space cold 🥶? Probably not... 3:32 am pdt wishful thinking 💭 again. I need to stop that Bcz my hips & pelvic & butt bones 🦴 are almost gone. A lot of bones 🦴 are almost gone. I keep mentioning it to people but when I saw the doctor 👩‍⚕️ for the autoimmune stuff she fake checked my ankle bones 🦴. She intentionally neglected it. & wanted me to do the mri machine w/ injected dye which felt a little hot? Uncomfortably warm that i didn’t like it. & some people are afraid it causes cancer ♋️. So I’ve been tormented by everyone into doing it & I said no repeatedly. 3:37 am pdt

3:58 am pdt wasn’t Jaycee dugard’s mom a print maker? Is that the same as what I did at UCB 2007-2008? & I walked in the ceremony 2009, same year dugard was found in UCB? So were they there Bcz garrido was following the demon angels instructions? So that means he’s true to god? But also Bcz of his medical 🏥 problems “society” = doctors 🥼 & rehab doctors 🥼 ignored he was easily possessed & confused 🤷🏻‍♀️ so maybe 🤔 he overlaps in the vendiagram of being “made” to do it Bcz he might have a multiple personality disorder? Mixed ... 4:05 am pdt so I guess it’s “meant to be” that dugard was kidnapped & raped. From 11 years old 1991? To 2009, to 2011. 11, 1 1, 11... & it’s probably “meant to be” that I’m in this mess now talking writing ✍️ typing 💬 about it. I wonder 💭 if the 👮‍♂️ cops/investigators who neglected dugard is involved with Sierra LaMar investigation? 4:09 am pdt

4:11 am pdt if there is no such thing as a test, then it’s all gods fault? & god is truly heinous. 4:12 am pdt

4:14 am pdt I seem to always have big long sh*t defecated(?) forever. 4:15 am pdt I remember when I was 6 years old, too! 4:15 am pdt

4:20 am pdt incubus is never going to stop hurting me taking my bones from me he said so I’m in (dam* autocorrect 4:24 am pdt) his wife beater sing harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️. 4:21 am pdt I have no heroes 🦸‍♂️. 4:21 am pdt think the incubus miñion was here to torture me in person again 4:22 am pdt

4:27 am pdt fairytales are full of sh*t one more stupid love 💕 song 🎶 I’ll be sick I’m at a pay phone ☎️ trying to call ☎️ home 🏠 you know gay people are also called fairies 🧚‍♂️? I guess me & gay people are in the same group? Love is love. Calirosa quoting the incubus. But he never means anything he says Bcz everything from his mouth is bullsh*tx3. He will toy 🧸 with women’s feelings Bcz he don’t care! 4:32 am pdt I will never see him in person propose to me & treat me kindly. He really hates me & he’s heinous! 4:33 am pdt

4:35 am pdt Jewish law says adult is age is 13 years old. Maybe 🤔 he got to try out telling garrido to continue raping dugard back then too! 4:36 am pdt

4:58 am pdt I didn’t realize that my situation would mean that I’m under the test until recently. I guess I’m really dumb. I had a lot of head trauma & eczema so I thought that wouldn’t qualify me to be tested. & learning disability that the left side worked slower than the right. 5 am pdt bcz, how can you say that it is impartial? Is that the right word? That it wouldn’t be the perfect experiment set up 🆙. Bcz I’m probably not using my whole brain 🧠 & I was forgetful & probably easily confused 🤷🏻‍♀️. 5:02 am pdt I guess it was wishful thinking 💭 on my part. I’m the loser still. Deemed sacrificial 🐑/ram & ox 🐂/cow probably before conception. I think 🤔 that means they already knew what I was going to be like b4 I was born, so if it’s genetic then they already knew about genes 🧬 back then & they like capitalism & to keep it going this way. Lots of s*x & lots of crying 😭 rivers. 5:05 am pdt heinous.

6:55 am pdt creepy sedan 🚘 w/ black tinted windows 🪟 arrived. Painted silver? Can’t sleep 😴 Bcz incubus miñion attacked me again. Creepy heinous jerks. 6:56 am pdt

6:57 am pdt I’m not a medical 🏥 “professional” who did not neglect garrido’s problems per the demon angels’ requests. I’m not the police 👮‍♂️ investigator 🕵️‍♂️ who neglected searching 🔦 the sheds of a s*x offenders property when an eleven year old girl 👧 was missing per the demon angels’ request. I did not murder a mother of young children 👶 per the demon angels’ request. I did not create date rape drugs per the demon angels’ (vag tearing pain 7:03 am pdt)

7:03 am pdt I don’t really understand how someone can think 💭 they’re a good person or the best simply Bcz they make a lot of money 💰 rewarded by following the demon angels’ request = selling your soul to the devil. But I guess you know something I don’t. 7:05 am pdt

10:22 am pdt I woke up to big diarrhea pain a death rattle snore 😴 again (3rd time. 1st time was around the time I saw the skiiing accident of the news 📰 team person on ABC? Days ago).

I think 🤔 if you’re one of this people who are real? Said they were real b4 they knew what the tattoos on the hands 🙌 meant. And if true means truely yourselves not given feelings like a gay man or gay woman 👩🏼, which means you’re straight & normal & see what’s true, you’re not in the allegorical cave Plato? Spoke of, then you are yourselves. & like in the cartoons of Donald Duck 🦆 with the angel 😇 on one shoulder & devil 👿 on the other whispering to you what you should do, then you probably have natural real emotions & your own thoughts 💭 & capacity to think 💭 without being manipulated in that way, then I thought you were subject to be tested, & I’m the test giver without me knowing it. I would think 🤔 that’s the way it should be if your emotions are not being manipulated by magic 🪄 potions 🧪 . But I guess I’m wrong again. 10:31 am pdt incubus is killing me & no one is stepping up to save me. I guess you all like this system including incubus. It does keep the population in check. But if it truly grew to 8 billion people maybe 🤔 they will move people soon 🔜 to the new earth 🌍 & probably maroon me & all those he’s killing off. I recently met someone incubus is probably using to manipulate me into thinking 💭 that’s true. Someone who was still learning to repair 👨‍🔧 airplanes ✈️. Was it Boeing 7??737? I forget the number. Had to recall them Bcz of something failing. 10:35 am pdt

10:44 am pdt this system does include child 🧒 rape & kidnapping. & I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if I’m eve I’m supposed to try the forbidden 🚫 fruit. It’s still a fruit. I’ve seen other people eat fruit. I didn’t know until the year b4 last about something s*xual that everyone else probably knew & I only discovered at the end of the year before the previous year 2022. How much fun I could have had if I knew. I had a lot of fears & it kept me on a path. 10:47 am pdt I feel that I was very much controlled & manipulated. There are pictures of me when I was a baby 👶 in a yellow onesie. It had an elephant 🐘 on it I think with the trunk down, which I guess means non-aggressive &capable of self improvement . Can you improve if you don’t have empathy? I thought 💭 it meant something to be taken positively that it meant I had the capability to be a good person. Right shoulder pain. In another picture with the same onesie I’m holding a pink elephant 🐘 plush toy 🧸 w/ the trunk up 🆙 which means aggressive. 10:51 am pdt & I’m holding a red comb in the other hand 🤚 & I look 👀 like I’m talking to it like it’s my barbershop 💈 customer. I didn’t realize until recently that pink was symbolic for rosa = pink. For some reason a lot of symbols are switched around over & over again. When we were kids, I liked the yellow power ranger trini & my sister liked Kimberly the pink power ranger. But I guess it don’t matter. 10:55 am pdt

10:56 am pdt I’m confused 🤷🏻‍♀️ about definition of aggressive & if my sister is aggressive. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️. 10:57 am pdt I should probably only evaluate myself although the incubus has been changing my memory & dangerously making me feel uncertain of what I formerly was certain about. 10:58 am pdt

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the-unconquered-queen · 3 years ago

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Picrew Tag game

Haven’t seen one of these going around for a while, so I’m starting one using this Picrew 💜

Here’s mine:

Tagging: @sankakuen @fandom-trauma @partygodlahela @adrianadmirer @altosxratus @agent-farah-hauville @remy-chevaliers and anyone else who wants to do it too :)

#lmao if you saw me accidentally hit post prematurely and then delete it no you didn't <3

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squideocassettes · 3 years ago

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if you marry me, would you bury me? would you carry me to the end?

#if you saw me accidentally prematurely post this. no you didnt.#digital art #my art #ocs #deadly sins #hadriel #my ocs #cw blood #tw blood #cw death #tw death

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angryschnauzer · 2 years ago

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Feels Like Home

Summary: Now 6 months pregnant, you’ve spent the week staying at your parents house whilst your home bathroom is remodelled under your husband Henry’s supervision, the reunion at the end of the week is truly welcomed.

Part 8 of my Rugby Teacher Henry Series (previous parts can be found on my masterlist or AO3)

Fandom: Henry Cavill

Pairing: Rugby Teacher Henry x Female Teacher Reader Wife (no body type or race specified)

Wordcount: 2556

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Pregnancy, stripping, fondling in public, horny Henry, stripping, accidental facial dick slaps, bath sex, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, small refractory period, fingering, clitoral stimulation, breast play, nipple stimulation.

I do not run a tag list, instead please follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, you’ll then get an alert each time i post something new. My AO3 also has my entire back catalogue of stories (going back to 2013).

Feels Like Home

The playground was complete and utter chaos. The kids in your class were completely crazy at the prospect of going on the field trip to the activity farm and petting zoo, but right now you needed them to calm the hell down so you could count them onto the bus the school had hired for the trip.

“Class… Class please, quieten down!”

Your voice was drowned out by the sound of fifty over excited six and seven year olds, and that’s when you heard it.

“COMBAT LINES AT THE READY!”

The voice sent a shiver down your spine and put an immediate smile on your face, turning to see your husband Henry walking into the playground and smiling at the kids in front of you.

The last week had been tough for you. You’d spent it at your parents house as the bathroom in your cottage with Henry had been refitted, so rather than have to haul your now six month pregnancy bump up and down the stars ten times a night to the shower room off of the kitchen that you’d installed to cope with Henry’s rugby playing, you’d upped sticks and chose to stay with your parents whilst Henry enjoyed a week of not being woken up by your constant tossing and turning. That leads onto why he was joining the staff on the field trip, having offered to be an additional helper so you wouldn’t have to spend the entire day on your feet. His own classes at the high school had now entered study leave ahead of their GCSE exams, so he was a free agent. It had also meant he had started an after school club at your school where he would teach general athletics and a way to tire out the more energetic kids on a friday afternoon. His call out motto that he’d just shouted, and even the kids that didn’t take the class followed the ones that did and within a minute they were all standing in neat lines and in utter silence.

Soon the kids were safely on the bus in their assigned seats, the other teachers running through the safety tips and how the 30 minute ride to the farm was going to go. As you approached the steps you found Henry was directly behind you, and as you lifted your foot onto the first step up you had to suppress the squeal as he splayed both of his huge hands over your ample behind;

“Let me help you up there Mrs Cavill”

He practically launched you up the two other steps, causing you to try and bat his hands away before any of the eagle eyed students saw, instead just the head teacher caught onto what he’d just done, hiding her smile behind her clipboard as she called down the bus for the kids to get settled. As the pair of you settled in seats towards the front Henry pulled his arm around your shoulders;

“So, ready to come home tonight?”

You turned and looked at him in shock;

“The builders are done already?”

He grinned and nodded;

“Yup. Finished late last night, i’ve hired a cleaning maid to get rid of all the dust and make it completely polished by the time we get back this afternoon”

You excitedly shuffle danced in your seat, Henry laughing as you pregnant belly jiggled;

“I’ll make sure the bath is full by the time you get up the stairs”

The school trip was exhausting, but the kids absolutely loved it. Covered in dust, straw, and a sheen of sticky melted ice cream, they were quiet on the bus ride back to school, some even falling asleep as the bus was stuck in traffic. By the time you arrived back at school the parents were waiting and it was a rush to get everyone off and handed over to their grown ups, and by the time the last child had left all you wanted to do was sit down.

“Are you ready to leave?” Henry asked as he carried all the additional supplies into school the staff had taken on the trip

“I’ve got to prep the classroom for Monday, but it should only be 30 minutes. You head home, no need to wait around”

He dumped the bags in the office before turning to you and wrapping his long arms around your expanding waistline;

“I’ll wait, i walked here this morning so i can drive you home, i missed you this week”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you sighed and wriggled from his grasp, waddling off to your classroom to set out the reading books and pencil pots for after the weekend.

By the time you were close to finishing prepping for the following week your ankles were swollen and you felt ready to drop. Henry saw you were suffering and without a word steered you to your chair as he told you he would finish up, you just needed to instruct him.

"So each table needs workbooks?"

"Yeah, and the copies of animal worksheets"

You watched as your husband carefully made his way around the room, his giant stance making him seem like Gulliver setting up a classroom in Lilliput. You couldn't help but to giggle which caught his attention;

"What's tickling your knickers?" He asked

"Just finding it comical how huge you look compared to the tiny chairs and desks, Gulliver and his Lilliput classroom"

Henry finished stocking the tables and sauntered over to you, a smirk on his face;

"Didn't they tie him down in that movie?"

Raising an eyebrow you returned his smirk;

"You want me to tie you down?"

"Only if you sit on my face" He pressed a kiss to your lips before helping you to your feet.

"Well i need a shower… or bath first, before we do that… a day waddling around a farm and i'm ripe"

As he steered you out of the classroom he rested a hand on your stomach;

"Mmmm ripe"

Laughing you swatted at his arm;

"Keep it under control Cavill"

He held the car door open for you he swatted your ass;

"Just get in the car woman, i've missed you this week, gotta make up for lost time, need to empty my balls before they burst"

Rolling your eyes you stretched the seatbelt across you before tucking it under and above your bump. You'd missed him too, so much.

You sipped on a cool glass of lemonade as Henry unloaded the car, before carrying your things into the kitchen and pressing a kiss to your cheek;

“I’m going to start running your bath, back down in a second”

You heard him take the stairs two at a time, before the telltale sound of water running. By the time he returned you’d finished your drink, pushing yourself to stand before he suddenly lifted you bridal style into his arms;

“HENRY! Put me DOWN!”

“Nope”

“You are going to do yourself an injury! Or drop me!”

“Not if you stop wriggling, i can hip thrust more than you and bump weigh, and i’m upping my weights so i can do it right up until you’re a full 9 months”

You knew full well he could bench press a ridiculous amount of weights, same with hip thrusts that you may or may not - you totally did - have watched repeatedly when he’d posted it on his instagram. You clung to him nervously as he carried you up the stairs before he grinned at you;

“Close your eyes”

You did as he asked before he pushed the door to the new bathroom open with his foot and gently set you down;

“Okay, you can open them now”

You were completely in awe of the stunning job Henry had coordinated on the bathroom, gone were the floral 90s tiles and avocado coloured bath, now it was clean white tiles with aged wooden accents, a pristine enormous bath with a separate double shower on the opposite wall;

“Oh Henry… its… amazing” you couldn’t even help it as you burst into tears, pregnancy hormones becoming completely overwhelming.

Henry wrapped his arms around your stomach as he stood behind you, and it was only when your dress dropped to the floor did you realise he’d been unbuttoning you. Your bra was next to go, before he hooked his fingers into your knickers and pulled them down your legs. Taking your hand he helped you into the bath, passing you a glass of champagne;

“Henry, i can’t drink that”

“It's non-alcoholic. Now sit back and let me switch the bubbles on”

“Bubbles?”

He pressed a button on the side of the bath near the taps and suddenly you were surrounded by therapeutic spa bubble jets;

“Ohhh…”

You rested your head back and let them play over your aching body, before you peeked and saw that Henry was undressing.

“Joining me?”

“In a moment, i’m going to shower first”

“Ooooh a drink and a show” you winked making him laugh.

For two solid minutes you gratuitously watched Henry shower, admiring how the new shower screen stayed fog free giving you a unhindered view of his naked body covered in soapy bubbles. You even let out a disappointed grunt when he shut the water off, only to be able to watch as he stepped out dripping wet and sauntered towards you. You could barely keep your eyes still, the feast before you one adonis would have envied; from his wide shoulders and thick chest down to his thick muscled thighs, but the crowning glory was his heavy thick cock that swung between his legs, growing a little fuller as he watched you watching him;

“Like what you see?”

You reached out and softly cupped his heavy sack now that he was within reach;

“Hmmm, yes very full”

“Scoot forwards, let me slip in behind you”

Doing as he said, the water sloshed around as you moved forwards, getting quite the view as Henry swung his leg over the side to get in just as you turned your head, the wet slap of his heavy dick against your face resulting in a ‘whoops’ as Henry slid ungracefully into the bath behind you followed by a good five minutes of giggles.

When you had both eventually calmed down Henry had wrapped his arms around your torso, his legs either side of your hips and so was effectively caging you in. If felt so good to be completely surrounded by him as you rested your head back against his shoulder;

“I missed this”

“Me too” he softly nuzzled at the side of your head, pressing a kiss to your earlobe as he hands found your breasts and he hummed out an appreciative moan; “Oh these are getting bigger”

“Henry… they’re tender, please be gentle”

“I will babe, I will”

His massive handspan was starting to struggle to encompass your growing breasts, but as he softly cradled them and worked his warm palms over them you could feel your arousal growing. When he dared to carefully caress your nipples you let out a moan, your back arching as you pushed them into his touch;

“Oh Henry”

“Do you like that? You want more?”

You paused for a moment as you found your voice;

“I want you Henry… I need you inside me…”

Henry quickly moved his hands, gripping your hips and thighs just to lift you a little as he angled his hips beneath you, his hardened length seeking out your core like a heat seeking missile. When he breached your body and let you slowly sink down onto his fat dick he was the one to let out a low rumble;

“Oh god… that feels like home…” he grunted a couple of times as he tried to control himself, before letting out a string of curses; “Oh. Oh god… OH. Fuck fuck, so fucking tight, oh shit…”

You had to cling to the sides of the bath as you suddenly felt him buck beneath you, the telltale feeling of him cumming in you as he cursed between strangled cries, before he wrapped his arms around your torso and lay back, letting you rest against his chest as he lost control of his loins and filled you with his creamy seed.

He let out a shaky breath Henry rested his forehead against your shoulder;

“Fuck. I’m so sorry”

Curling your arm above you, you cradled the back of his head, before gently taking his other hand and pushing it to the juncture of your thighs;

“Don’t be… but i’m close Henry…”

As his fingers dived through your folds to seek out your clit, you could still feel his shaft within you, semi hard and swollen, filling your tight walls and plugging his spend deep within you. You felt the rumble in his chest as he circled your clit in tight circles, knowing exactly what you liked after all the years you’d been together. His lips brushed against your neck as he never relented on his clitoral attack, just as his free hand found its way to your breasts, gentleness forgotten as he pawed at your swollen globes, pinching your sensitive nipples. It was all too much stimulation and you came with a cry, your walls gripping and squeezing him so tight he almost gurgled his moan, a litany of curses following that were the soundtrack to your orgasm.

You both sat there in the bubbly water in the afterglow of your mutual bliss, before you shifted and you felt that Henry was now fully hard again;

“Hen!”

“I can’t help it my love… your cunt is like a vice, and i haven’t had it in a week” he smoothed his hands over your swollen belly; “C’mon, time to get out, i need to bend you over and rail you from behind for a good twenty minutes before we order some dinner”

At the mention of dinner you were already pulling yourself up and out of the bath, Henry laughing as you wallowed around and went to grab a towel.

“No no, no towels, i want you wet and slippery”

Giggling you entered the bedroom and stopped in your tracks, letting out a gasp as you looked around. Henry had not only decorated the room with strings of fairy lights and fake ivy to give it a woodland feel, he’d assembled the small bedside crib and filled it with Peter Rabbit toys;

“Oh Henry, its beautiful!”

Wrapping his arms around you he rested his chin on your shoulder, swaying his body against your own;

“So are you. Now get on the bed, i need to defile your body in this little woodland glade”

You turned and raised an eyebrow as he laughed;

“I found your book you’d been reading at night; ‘A Woodland Romance’... i never knew those girly fantasy books were so spicy”

You cupped his cheek;

“Well now you know… c’mon…” you grabbed his hand and walked him to the bed; “Time to do things it’ll give Peter Rabbit nightmares”

“Mmmm…” he grinned and his eyes turned a little darker with lust.

You weren’t sure you could be any more in love with this man than you already were, but in that moment you fell for him even more.

#rugby teacher henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #Rugby Dad Henry

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genshinlover101 · 3 years ago

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Hu Tao Lusting Over You in Her Poems

Character: Hu Tao x fem!reader

Warnings: nsfw themes

A/n: I made an oopsies and accidentally posted it this prematurely, so I hope whichever anon this is sees this

I thought this idea was too unique to ignore tho

Also I’m so sorry for the cringe, I’m no poet but I tried to make it sound poetic and sexual at the same time?

• You knew Hu Tao was renowned for her poems in Liyue Harbor. You heard she had been a pretty smart cookie ever since she was a young girl in fact. Something about the way she combines words drove people crazy.

• However, you just saw Hu Tao for Hu Tao. You never read any of her poems, not that you weren’t supportive of them, but they never struck your interest. Sometimes she’d have you proofread them but nothing too demanding.

• Therefore she never thought you’d read some of her naughtier poems. Sometimes she couldn’t get over you, and the way she expressed it without embarrassment was through her poems. She wrote one that described you almost too beautifully, so much so that she couldn’t help but publish it.

You found yourself wandering to a local library within Liyue, Hu Tao was busy with her funeral parlor to heed any attention to you. Oh how badly you wanted to be with her, you just happened to stumble upon the ‘H’ isle, listing every author with the name starting with H.

Hu Tao, there stood a book comprised of her poems, even scrolls that contained copies of her work. You took the book by the spine, flipping through the pages. They were listed in order of creation, most of them about the moonlight or the precipice between life and death. That was until you began nearing the time you met her, the poems turned less depressing and more fluffy, fiery, even spicy.

As you skimmed you came across one particular poem, you had to double-take. It was titled: ‘Her Body’. Her body? you thought. She had many creepy poems about dead bodies, burial, cremation, etc. But never was it a title let alone contained pronouns. You read the words, your face glowing red from the heat. “eh?” you muttered silently.

‘I watch through a translucent curtain, her curves strike a defined silhouette-

I reached out for them, but they were not for me-’

Was she talking about you? you thought. Never had you ever recalled a situation, and normally when Hu Tao go inspiration, she would stop and write before she forgot it.

‘I can only imagine, the feeling- the taste- the touch-

I crave them, but she is not for me- not for me tonight-’

Such dirty thoughts roamed your mind. It’s not like Hu Tao had never touched you inappropriately. What did she mean by ‘you aren’t for her’.

‘I remember the nostalgia from last night-

I crossed this curtain that separates us today-

I got what I wanted- What I yearned for-’

Your ears began burning up, your heart pounding, a lump in your throat. Were you about to read Hu Tao’s inner thoughts? Her inner thoughts about her personal experiences doing the deed with you? Such a naughty private thought. However, such a provocative thought made you read more, made you feel something.

‘We connected- Our lips, our hands, our bodies-

The essence of what she was- was nobody else's, other than mine-

Mine was touched hers, as we bore our fruits together-’

We bore our fruits? You knew from studying literature as a child that fruits meant none other than your private areas, it didn’t take an alchemist to solve such dirty riddles. How were you even going to bring this up to Hu Tao in the future? How were you going to face her after reading such fiendish text that she wrote about you?

‘I want to hear her moan my name like that night again-

I want to waft the smell of our fluids mixture again-

I want to explore her body again-

I want to taste her skin, her saliva, her fruit again-

Once I cross this curtain today- she is for me tonight.’

You slammed the book shut. Enough was enough. Your breath trembled, your eyes fluttered, you couldn’t believe what you had read. Is that what Hu Tao thought of your private times together? You carried the book in your arms, you wanted to purchase it.

You were determined that once you got home, you were going to burn it. Or so you thought. Maybe keeping it for a little while longer wouldn’t hurt, even rereading that specific page a couple of times more. After all, it was a pretty hefty purchase, and it kept you busy while you waited for your beloved Hu Tao.

#hu tao x reader #hu tao #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin smut

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mayakern · 4 years ago

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I saw on your Twitter you play dnd! What kind of character do you play and what system? Also, do you do your own commissions of your characters or do you get it from other artists?

oh hell yeah i love dnd!!! i mostly just play 5E but my regular group did our second session in city of mists last night and it was SUPER fun (we play that instead of our ongoing game whenever our aussie players can’t make it)

i don’t usually reuse dnd characters because even tho i love my characters, they usually all end up with their own history and relationship to their games so adapting them feels weird, but here’s a run down of some of my favorite characters i’ve played! (and ye all this art is by me)

1. anenome (or nem for short)

she’s a water genasi arcane trickster rogue/divination wizard. she’s from a game where we started out playing kids (nem was 11) and then after a Big Event had an 11 year time skip where everyone in the party had to separate before a big reunion. she used to be a really shy and sweet and optimistic kid, but after everything fell apart and she became an accidental criminal, she stopped believing in any sort of fairness in the world and grew up super jaded and nihilistic, tho she still strives to protect that spark of optimism in others (not that she’d admit that). she is SUPER SUPER gay and is married to flare (fire genasi sorcerer). they have a bunch of history and i love them a lot!

2. nora

this is my city of mists character!! she’s a twitch streamer/cam girl/only fans model/l33t h4x0r. she’s clever and compassionate and very silly and a bit gross. part of her backstory is that when she was a relatively new twitch streamer, someone tried to cyberbully her by calling her a “garfield looking ass motherfucker” and so she immediately dyed her hair orange and made that her entire persona just to fuck with them (thus the custom garf headset).

3. hemlock

hemlock is an onomancy wizard! she was made for a storybook game — essentially all the characters lived on a bookshelf in someone’s home and can travel between books.

when characters travel into a new book, especially if it’s an “active” book (i.e. currently being read), they get assigned a role that is both available and closest to their archetype (so, as a wizard, if hemlock entered a book of king arthur’s tales she would likely be assigned as morrigan or merlin if available, or another magic user if not).

hemlock herself was from a story where her family (two sisters and her mother) were turned from good witches/princesses (it was unclear) into evil hags/witches and hemlock bartered her name (and right eye) to keep her mind/heart/goodness.

the onomancy wizard subclass is SUPER interesting and fun and is all about the naming of things and works super well with fairytale stuff (which i love). tbh i REALLY want to play hemlokc more. that game was insanely fun and ended prematurely due to scheduling difficulties. i just don’t think there is another game setting that would ever work for her bc she is so specific.

4. althea

my most recent character is althea! she’s an aasimar grave cleric. she woke up in a morgue about two weeks ago (in game time) and instantly fell in love with the mortician who discovered she was still(?) alive. she has no memories of her past (and tbh no real desire to go looking for them). she is smart but also a dumb ass, has 6 charisma and no sense of self preservation and is completely and utterly in love with rosemary (the mortician, now barkeep) and will literally do anything she wants, no questions asked (and will even do things she THINKS rosemary wants unasked... such as maybe yoinking a very obviously cursed goblet from a ritual circle of living corpses in literally the first game session just bc she thought rosemary would think it was cool).

5. penny

penny was my first long-term dnd character! she was my third dnd character ever but in a lot of ways i consider her my first because the other two were run primarily in 4E and didn’t meet often enough (or just enough period) for me to get a grasp on them or the game mechanics.

penny is a light domain cleric. she was made for a buddy cop game i joined randomly on roll20 because i couldn’t find a consistent group to meet with IRL. i was super nervous to join a random game with strangers but really wanted to play dnd so i gave it a shot and i am SO glad i did because i still play with that group! or.. what became of that group. it started out as a group of me and a bunch of strangers, but i quickly made friends with the DM and one of the other players, then devin joined a couple months in, and slowly original players left for various reasons and we invited other ppl in (a couple of my friends, the other longterm player’s gf, etc) and now that is the main group i still play with! (nem and nora and a bunch of my other characters are from games w that group)

when the game was open for player/character apps, we were asked to pitch what role our character would play in a buddy cop movie and i picked the straight man archetype (haha i know). penny is very sweet and shy and wholesome.

i have a bunch of other characters, most of which can be found on toyhouse, but this post is already way too long as is! whoops!

#ask #maya draws things #dnd #oc #long post #maya rambles

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years ago

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Pinky Promise (dad!Harry)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Harry introduces a certain special someone to the newest addition of his family.

Author’s Note: Surprise! Here’s some boy dad!Harry on this fine week night. I feel like Harry is almost always written as as girl dad (guilty as charged tho), so I wanted to show the boys some love. I didn’t really call this one an ‘x reader,’ because this one’s mostly about Harry and his bub, but the missus is still there, don’t worry! I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback of any kind, likes and especially reblogs are super helpful to keep me motivated to post more. Take care and TPWK.

The Styles household was always filled with noise. Whether it was contagious laughter echoing off of the walls in the kitchen, the pitter patter of pudgy feet bursting through the back door from the garden, or the low humming of the secondhand record player coming from the living room. The sounds were comforting, reassuring to those that lived there. While the ruckus caused by something like which Joni Mitchell song Harry should play on the guitar before bedtime or what color everyone’s nails should be painted each week might seem chaotic to some, it represented a kind of tranquility that at one point did not seem possible to grasp.

But today, in the modest, ivy-covered cottage with a pastel-yellow door, it was quiet. The sun poured in from the two open windows of the living area, filling the room with a still brightness that only London could emote. Dust particles danced in the light, drifting along through their own invisible current. The beginnings of the city could be seen in the distance, visible in a foggy haze with promises of sweet treats and adventue-packed days. But no sound, as the newest member of the Styles family had commanded the attention and affection of everyone within its walls.

“She’s so little,” the youngest spoke up. Although he was now technically the oldest. He outstretched his hand out to caress the petite foot that stuck out from beneath the periwinkle-colored muslin blanket.

“I know,” Harry replied, watching the swaddled newborn’s toes curl in reaction to being tickled by her brother, “I remember when you were this tiny, too.”

“I was?” he asked, scratching at his chocolate brown curls that never laid flat.

Harry nodded in affirmation, recalling the early morning when his son had been born prematurely. He’d spent nearly ten days resting in an uncomfortable vinyl recliner beside his girlfriend’s, who was now his wife, hospital bed counting down the minutes until the nurse would give them the “ok” to go visit their bub in the NICU. Harry stared in awe at his newborn through the glass of the incubator, using the open portal on the side to reach in and stroke his cheek with the faintest of touches. He was covered in wires and tubes, surrounded by monitors and beeping machines, all tasked with keeping his underdeveloped organs afloat. It was the most pitiful thing he had ever seen, and Harry still has those nights where he’s plagued with memories from the hospital. While the day he became a father was most certainly the best day of his life, it was one of the most traumatic experiences he’s ever been through.

“Mhmm. You were actually even smaller when you were born,” Harry prodded, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at him.

“No I wasn’t! the toddler jabbed back, crinkling his nose up at his parents, his aquamarine colored eyes turning into tiny slits on either side.

“Umm, yes you were,” Harry’s wife replied with a chuckle from where she sat beside the rest of her family on the couch, “We bought the tiniest size clothes we could find and they still didn’t fit your teeny little bum.”

The boy sat confused, trying to comprehend how a person could be smaller than his sister, let alone be so tiny that clothes didn’t even fit them.

“Well, I’m big now. Right?”

“Much bigger,” Harry reassured him, “But now that you’re bigger, you have t’ take care of your sister. You have to teach her how to be kind and share your toys with her. Think yeh can do tha’?”

“Yes! C-can she swim with me in the pool?” he stumbled over his words, overjoyed by the idea of someone always being around to play his sacred water games with him in his nana’s pool.

“Not yet, bubba,” Harry laughed, tickled by his son’s enthusiasm, “We have t’ wait until she’s a little bit older. But I’m sure she’d love to swim with you at Nana’s when she knows how.”

“Okayyy,” the boy replied, slightly defeated.

“Do you want t’ hold her?” Harry asked, gesturing to the sleeping bundle in his lap, her puffy eyelids closed peacefully as tiny, sporadic grunts left her little belly.

“Yeah, but I don’t know how,” he professed, his plush, pink toddler lips turning down into a frown.

“’S alright, I’ll show you,” Harry then carefully shuffled from his position on the couch, turning so that he was facing his son.

“So, first, you have to make sure you hold her head because she can’t keep it up on her own,” Harry started, reaching over to place the baby girl into his son’s arms.

Unlike the last time, Harry’s hands didn’t shake. He wasn’t afraid like he was before, when his arms trembled as he took his newborn son into his arms for the first time, petrified that he was going to accidentally smother him or drop him and that the worst thing he could imagine would come true. No. This time, his hands were sturdy, protective over his new daughter as he was preparing to introduce her to his firstborn for the very first time.

Harry’s wife looked on lovingly as his son took the baby from him excitingly, his left hand cupping her head gently. Her tired eyes were filled with love when he wrapped his arm protectively around her little tufts of peach fuzz in the best way that a five-year-old with mediocre hand-eye coordination could.

“You also have t’ hold her bum so she doesn’t squirm out of your arms.”

Harry took his son’s hand into his, guiding him to place his tiny forearm along the baby’s back with his palm resting on her diaper-clad bottom. When he was confident of his son’s grip on the infant, he pulled back. He made sure to hover over him with his brawny, tanned arms just ghosting over his son’s. Just in case.

The boy was elated. His sister was warm and soft, and she looked like one of the stuffed animals that he slept with every night. He couldn’t believe that the person he talked to in his mother’s belly every night for nine months and gave kisses to each morning before nursery school was here and real and now she gets to live with him forever.

“She’s so cute,” he spoke in gentle whisper this time, remembering what his mum had told him about being quiet around the baby so that she doesn’t wake up cranky.

He was absolutely smitten over her. Everything about her was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his brief time on Earth: her button nose that sat perfectly above her lips, her miniature fingers wound tightly her fist as if she was ready to fight, her little tongue that barely poked through her mouth each time she yawned. He could stare at her forever if he could.

Instinctively, he pulled her into his bony chest for a hug, squeezing a little too harder than he should have. The baby girl tensed in his grasp at the motion, the beginnings of a shrill whine escaping her pruney lips.

“Whoa, bub. You have t’ be careful,” Harry intervened, loosening his son’s arms so that the baby rested peacefully in the boy’s lap again.

“She’s fragile. You can’t squeeze her like that,” the boy’s mum reminded him.

“Sorry, Baby,” said the boy as he reached down to press his tiny lips to her eyebrow.

Her forehead wrinkled up at the contact, similar to one of auntie Gemma’s baby puppies, thought the boy to himself. He also thought that she kind of looked like one of the puppies too, but he kept that to himself.

Harry and his wife watched their children interacted, how his son was brushing his thumb along her skull, how her face relaxed at the steady motion. They were already in sync with each other, already comforting each other just by their presence. They were both besotted with their daughter, but Harry thinks he might be just a bit more in love with her than his wife. Harry had gotten used to raising his son, while he taught him to be a kindhearted and gentle creature, there had always been a degree of roughness to which he interracted with him. His daughter, however, was made of glass, Harry had convinced himself. He vowed to do whatever it took to make sure she never shed a single tear because of him or anything else he had control over.

Now, Harry had two babies. One boy and one girl, just like his family before this one. The similarities slightly terrified him. His son was soft and gentle and loving, just like Harry had been as a child. He was sensitive, always yearning to be held and touched in the way that Harry had when he was his age. His daughter, even though she was only a few days old, was already a stubborn little fighter like his sister. She cried her lungs out within her first few hours of being born, kicking and screaming until it looked like her face was turning blue. She hated the harsh lights that the doctors shone in her eyes and their cold hands that poked and prodded at her belly like she was a science experiment. It wasn’t until she was in the arms of her family that her wailing subsided.

It was thoughts like these that felt surreal to Harry. He never saw himself as someone that could be in the position he is now. He’d always thought he’d be an eternal bachelor, someone who only ever stayed with someone for a certain period of time before everything inevitably blew up in his face and he’d be back at square one. He never thought that he’d be the type of person with a wife and a white picket fence and a slew of babies; he never thought that he could be the type of person who could be this happy.

“Bubby, can I ask you to promise me something?” Harry asked as he scooped the boy into his lap, making sure the baby was secure so that the three of them laid in one pile on the couch.

He pulled his wife closer as well, making sure they were shoulder to shoulder and he felt surrounded on all sides by the ones he loved the most.

“What?” his son asked, peering up at his papa with huge eyes that resembled saucers, his long, dark eyelashes brushing his brow bones.

“I want you to promise me,” Harry began, wrapping his arms tighter around his two babies, resting his chin in the crook of his son’s neck, “tha’ whatever happens t’ the two of you, no matter how many times you get into fights. No matter how mad you might make each other. That you’ll love her. No matter what. That you’ll always be her big brother.”

Harry hadn’t realized, but his voice trailed off near the end. His voice was just above a whisper, so quiet that only his son could hear. He pressed his lips to side of his bub’s forehead, an attempt to soothe both his son and himself.

“Can yeh do that f’ me?”

The boy in Harry’s lap pondered his father’s words. His finger went absentmindedly to stroke his sister’s hand, astonished when her fingers unfurled from the tight fist they’d been bound in all day. He slipped his pinky into her palm just as her muscles relaxed so that she was now clutching tightly to his digit.

He had no idea of the weight that Harry’s words carried. He had no idea of the thoughts of uncertainty that haunted Harry about never getting to this point in his life. He doesn’t understand the cruelty that exists outside the walls of his home besides the pesky little boy in his class that borrows his crayons and doesn’t give them back. He doesn’t know that other children don’t grow up in homes with parents that love each other like his do.

He didn’t know any of these things, but he sensed that it meant a great deal to Harry, and he wanted to make sure that his father knew he could count on him for anything because he loved him with all of his heart and Harry proved that to him every single day.

“Pinky promise, papa,” the boy responds, loosening his hand that was wrapped around his sister to offer it to Harry.

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Hello beloved! I was thinking about Rex interacting with Priya (as I often do) and I was wondering if he reads her bedtime stories, or what his bedtime routine with her is? 🥺 I am very soft for one (1) man and his little girl.

RO. You deserve this my dear I hope this helps make your stay a little more bearable (bareable? jk bearable. pulling humor from our chats bc I'm a dumbass)

Find the rest of the series in the Post-Order 66 Rex ML

Ok so I may have gotten Carried Away. There’s just a little hint of sad, but other than that, FLUFF. about 860 words. Papa!Rex reading to his baby girl. Even at less than a year old, children are considered emergent readers, and benefit from seeing the text as it's being read to them. The more Papa Rex reads to little Priya, the more she'll take an interest in wanting to read. She'll soon become familiar with how print has meaning, and eventually will start pretending to read as her finger moves along each word (it'll come out as cute babbles and very premature word recognition because she has not yet learned how to decode, but hey, at least there's that understanding in place of how written words correlate with the words we speak!) <3

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"Rex... where did you find this?"

It feels so unreal in your hands, your watering eyes not believing what they're seeing. The colors on the hardcover are just how you remember them; the same colors you see behind shut eyelids when accidentally conjuring flashes of your childhood, your family. The flimsi pages held by the binding - now worn and losing its integrity - give off that smell as your turn each one: the smell of a book. A real book with pages one can turn with their fingers, grasping each one and letting the sound fill your ears as they flip. It's so much more than mindlessly dragging a digit across the screen of a holo device.

"There was a stall in that other town that sold these. I, uh, I've never seen a real book before, but when I saw this one right up front," he lay a finger on the page you're currently flipped to, pointing at a little pastel tooka wearing a silly hat in particular, "I thought Pri would like the many colors and the cute characters."

Closing the wide and thin, rectangular children's book, you press it against your chest, arms wrapping around yourself and holding it tightly. Your vision becomes slightly blurred for a moment until the tears become heavy enough to descend. Rex furrows his brow - a flash of concern sinking in his honey eyes.

"What's wrong? Is- is this not okay?"

"Rex," you manage through a soft sob. "It's perfect. I just... I can't wrap my head around how the universe led you to pick this book in particular." Releasing your hold on it, you pass the book to Rex, who looks it over intently. It’s silent as he sets it on the table, then he’s scooting his chair closer to you.

"Is this something you had as a child?"

"My father..." You take a deep breath - exhaling slowly through your nostrils. It’ll never get easier to dig into those memories you keep so deeply buried in your mind. Rex takes your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips and holding steady. He knows. "He would read it to me. Almost every night, right before I'd go to sleep. I never thought I’d see something so vivid from my childhood again, let alone hold it in my hands.”

It’s silent for another few moments while your eyes lock onto the cover, Rex’s eyes fixed on you.

The baby starts to fuss from her crib, and you’re quick to stand up to retrieve her. The dampness around her large, familiar eyes nearly mirrors the tears drying underneath yours, but you can’t help but smile when her little fists raise in the air in a call for you. You hold her close and bury your nose in her thick hair as you head back into the kitchen. She’s quick to shift her weight to the right within your grasp, extending her arms and tilting towards her Papa as soon as she catches sight of him sitting at the table. You’ll never get tired of the way Rex’s face positively glows as his baby girl reaches for him.

“There’s my little love,” he says down to her while brushing loose, messy, sleep hair from her forehead with his fingers. She coos in content, and you shake your head with a sigh - a grin stretching on your lips to match Rex’s.

“She doesn’t even try to hide it,” you chuckle. “A daddy’s girl if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Ah.” Rex pokes her tummy and bounces her on his knee, the two of them giggling in unison. “The next one’ll be a mama’s... one.” You raise a brow at him.

The next one.

“I can read it to Pri, every night,” he softly suggests - gesturing to the book with a jolt of his chin. From her place on his lap, Priya reaches for the book, but her fine motor skills are not yet developed. He picks it up for her, and opens it up to the first page - her eyes widening at the unfamiliar colors and characters greeting her for the very first time. Testing the waters, Rex places his finger on the extra large Aurebesh font, and moves it slowly to the right with each word he speaks down to her. Priya’s hand wraps around his pointer as it glides across the flimsi, hanging on to him and following along with her gorgeous eyes moving in the same direction. Her Papa keeps going, page after page, stopping before flipping to the next to point out a new character included within the vibrant illustrations. You giggle through a soft sob as her little palm smacks against the page in excitement upon flipping to the last one - fresh tears streaming down your cheeks at the scene playing out in front of you.

Rex closes the book, and brings a hand to wipe away a stray tear from his own cheek. Priya maps out the hardcover with curious fingers - tracing along the pictures and moving with font of the title. You share a glance with your husband, and he smiles.

“Every night.”

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