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Hit to the Head

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't think he needs medical attention after a hit to the head, but he's glad he met you.

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: Meet cute (of sorts?), possible concussion, mention of HYRDA, team dynamic, humor, Bucky's POV, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he's smitten.

A/N: A new AU (as if I need more) inspired by this wonderful nonnie. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411 (and thanks for the assurance on the medical discussion), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn't need medical attention. That was what he told himself, and he said the same thing to the team after he took a hard hit to the head. But he made the mistake of telling Bob that he admittedly felt a little dizzy, who then told Yelena, who then demanded that he go to the hospital. Not only did she demand that he go, they all went and were currently hanging out in the lobby to make sure he was okay. 

It was a sweet gesture, if not a wasted one. 

He took a hit to the head. So what? He experienced much worse when it came to his head and he was a super soldier for God's sake, so he’d heal just fine. It was a bit cocky to think like that but others needed help more than he did and he wasn't in the mood for anyone to inspect him or ask questions. 

At least he wasn't until he saw your face. 

“Hi,” you smiled, pulling back the curtain to give him some privacy. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He opened his mouth to say he hadn't waited long at all, but no sound came out. Thank God he wasn't hooked up to a heart monitor because it would've picked up on the accelerated rate when you smiled at him again. He almost forgot to breathe before his body reminded him that he needed oxygen. No one should look as beautiful as you in medical scrubs or under the harsh hospital lighting. He wondered if he looked okay despite the blood and dirt on his clothes. 

Wait, why did it matter what he looked like? He wasn't there to flirt with or impress you. There was no reason for him to sit up straighter or flex his right arm. There sure as hell wasn't any reason to run his fingers through his hair to get the tangles out. It was a hospital visit, not a date. 

You wore a name tag, but introduced yourself before taking a look at his chart. “I understand you took a pretty hard hit to the head, Mr. Barnes.”

His voice came out huskier than he anticipated when he said, “Call me Bucky.” Clearing his throat he added, “If you consider a slab of concrete to the head hard, then yeah, but at least my head didn't split open.”

He felt the need to assure you he was fine when concern crossed your beautiful features. “I’m very thankful your head didn't split open, Bucky.” He liked the way you said his name. “But a concrete slab to the head is no joke.”

“You should see the other guy,” he joked, making you giggle. Was he funny or were you only laughing for his benefit? “But seeing the other guy wouldn't matter anyway since you won't let me leave without an exam,” he guessed. Even if he didn't believe he needed one. 

It wasn't just his belief that he was fine. Most didn't know it, but every now and then hospitals made him feel like he was back at HYDRA, ready to be strapped to a chair to await his next form of torture or to be experimented on. He wouldn't say he was afraid, but there was discomfort. Enough to make it feel like the walls were slowly closing in. 

With a deep breath he thought instead of his wonderful treatment in Wakanda and reminded himself that he was safe, free. It helped the next breath come easier. He then looked at your face where he only saw concern and compassion. You weren't going to hurt him. You were there to help. 

“Well, I wouldn't be a very good nurse if I just let you walk out, would I?” you gently smiled. 

He managed a smile for you because you weren't just doing your job. You also seemed kind. “I guess not.”

He could get through a simple exam. 

Bucky inhaled, detecting a hint of something sweet under the sterile surroundings as you checked his heart beat. It was so subtle that he wouldn't have been able to pick up on it if it weren't for his heightened senses. He almost leaned into you before you pulled away, and thank God for that. Would he have been able to blame it on his head if he did?

“I don't have a concussion,” he blurted out. 

“Is that right?” He swore there was amusement in your tone when you shone a light in each of his eyes. “I imagine you're somewhat familiar with them in your line of work.”

“You can say that,” he said. He had his fair share of hits to the head, and helped his teammates get through injuries. “No nausea, no stiffness or imbalance.”

He didn't mention the dizziness since he didn't want to stay longer than he needed to. 

“Any issues with your memory?” you asked. 

He smirked a little. “That's a bit of a loaded question.”

“Can you tell me what day it is and what hospital you're at?” you asked. 

He answered the questions with ease. He also spelled “world” backwards when you asked him to. “See? I’m fine,” he said. 

“Your vitals are normal. Pupils reactive. But-”

“Look, I appreciate you checking me out,” he cut you off, keeping the bite out of his voice because he refused to snap at you. “But I don't want to waste your time.”

Bucky hated that he was trying to rush out when you were only trying to help, but he could hear people in the other rooms even as he tried to block it out. They were in pain, struggling. They needed you more than he did. 

“And I appreciate that you're thinking of my time, but it’s my job and I wouldn't feel comfortable with you leaving without completing my exam,” you said, taking a closer look at him. It wasn't concern he saw in your eyes now, but understanding. “You're not exactly a fan of hospitals, are you?”

The question took him by surprise. How did you guess? “Not exactly,” he replied, choosing not to elaborate on that and you were thoughtful enough not to push. Just a sympathetic nod, which he appreciated. “But the work you and everyone else in the medical field does? It's incredible. Thank you.”

In his eyes, people like you were the real heroes. You didn't just face battles, you faced pandemics and life changing events. You risked your lives, saw the best and worst of people, and how many thanked you in return? And from the little time he knew you he could sense the love and dedication to your job and patients. He respected that. 

“Thank you. And thank you for all that you do, too,” you said sincerely. The compliment had the corner of his lip tugging in a smile. “I know you want to get out of here, but I am here to help. If you're fine, great. If not, please, let me help you.”

He tried to look anywhere but at you. It unnerved him that you got under his skin with so few words and he wondered for a second if that hit to the head did more damage than he thought. “I feel a little dizzy, but that’s all,” he admitted, and he felt better by doing so. 

You put a hand over his, little currents of electricity shooting up his arm. “Thank you for telling me,” you whispered, like it was your little secret. “Since you are feeling dizzy, I would like you to stay for observation.”

Bucky sighed. “How long do I have to stay?”

“As long as everything is stable and there are no new or worsening conditions, you’ll likely be discharged within an hour or two,” you replied. He almost argued that he healed from injuries faster thanks to the serum, but that wasn't too long. Better safe than sorry. At least it wasn't a headscan. “Would you like some water? I can get you a snack, too.”

The snack and drink were likely to make sure he could keep them down. “Sure, thanks,” he whispered. 

“Sorry that you’re stuck with me checking on you for the next hour or so,” you said. 

Bucky’s smile grew before he chuckled. “You won't hear me complaining,” he promised. 

Hell, he'd probably fake an injury just to see you again, or at least ask for you if he ever had to come back to the hospital for any reason. He wondered if you were single. You weren't wearing a wedding band or an engagement ring. That didn't necessarily mean-

“I’m single,” you said quickly.

He glanced at you before his eyes went wide. Shit, he said some of that out loud? “Oh, well, that’s…” He wasn't sure what to say. Should he apologize? “Nice.”

He grimaced. Nice? What was wrong with him? Maybe he had a concussion after all. 

You looked at him, your smile soft and easy. He either wasn't the first patient to make a fool out of himself like that or you were being nice. “I’ll be back shortly, but buzz if you need anything.”

“I will,” he said, his finger itching to push the remote the second you left him alone.

He leaned back in the bed and tried to make himself comfortable while he slowly looked around. How was it that the room seemed darker, as if you took a bit of the light and warmth with you? He shook his head slowly and carefully. It was a ridiculous thought. 

“Observation for an hour or two. You okay sticking around so you can drive me back?” he messaged Yelena. 

Yelena messaged back almost immediately. “Everyone is staying. Even Walker.”

He scoffed, but there was a smile behind it. “Not that you need my permission, but you can punch him if he steps out of line.” Yeah, John was still an asshole, but they did work together and he was trying. Some days. 

He perked up when you came back with a cup of water and a snack. “You doing okay?” you asked. 

“Since you left a minute or two ago, yeah,” he teased. 

“Were you a sarcastic guy before the hit to the head, or is this a new side to you?” you teased back. 

“Oh, the sass has always been there,” he said, taking a sip once you handed the drink over. “Better to be smart-ass than a dumbass, right?”

Why was he talking so much?

“So much better,” you smiled, going to the small computer to type something in. He tried not to stare as your fingers flew across the keyboard. He could always blame it on his head if you caught him. “I’ll be back in just a bit, but-”

“Buzz if I need you. I know,” he smiled. 

“At least there isn't too much sass in your tone,” you joked before you left him alone once again. 

If he didn't know any better he would think you were flirting with him, but you were just being a friendly nurse. 

He also tried not to eavesdrop when he heard you assisting others, but your voice drew his attention and he hung on your every word. You were professional, yet personal, showing each patient expert care. You lightly scolded an older gentleman who hadn't listened to you, which brought a smile to Bucky’s face when the man apologized and didn't give you any trouble after that. It was a delicate balance to be kind and assertive and you did it well. 

“You are something,” he said to himself. 

For the next hour or so Bucky didn't say much when you checked on him, but you had his undivided attention, his eyes following you wherever you went. He wanted to find excuses to keep you there and possibly make small talk, but it felt wrong when there were other patients who needed your attention. He caught that sweet scent again whenever you were close to him. Alluring, captivating. He tried to figure out if it was a body wash or just you. 

Something he noticed and tried not to was that your heart raced faster when you were near him. Maybe there was a slight chance that you were attracted to him? Beyond being a friendly nurse, maybe the possible attraction was why you kept smiling at him. He wanted to believe so. He wanted to feel your hand on his hand again. The brief touch had him wanting more, which was crazy. 

And before Bucky knew it, it was time to leave. 

“Vitals still look good. No change in symptoms,” you confirmed after he said the dizziness had subsided and he didn't feel at all nauseous after the snack. “Do you have someone to drive you home?” you asked. 

“Yeah, I have some friends here,” he answered. Even if he wasn't dizzy there was no way they'd let him drive after that. 

“Try to take it easy for the next 24-48 hours. If there are new symptoms or if the dizziness gets worse, you should return to the hospital,” you told him. “Other than that, I think you're good to go,” you smiled, but it didn't look as bright as before. 

Were you disappointed that he had to leave? Bucky was disappointed, but what could he do? He had no excuse to stay. Ironic how he was itching to leave when he got there when he now wanted a reason to stick around. 

“Thanks.” He grabbed his jacket after slowly getting to his feet, your gaze lingering on him when he slipped it on. 

“Why don't I walk you back to the lobby?” you offered. 

“Oh, you don't have to do that,” he said, regretting it since it sounded like a brush off and that wasn't his intention. “But if you wouldn't mind?”

Your face lit up, at least he thought it did. “I don't mind at all.”

Keeping a respectful distance, but not too much of a gap as you walked together, he stole a couple of glances at you. The quiet confidence in which you carried yourself was beautiful and you turned a few heads from nearby patients. He wondered if you noticed. 

He smiled to himself when he spotted his teammates sitting in the waiting area. None of them looked particularly comfortable, but they stuck it out for him. It meant a lot. 

“That group right there is my ride,” he said, not wanting you to go any closer. If they got the slightest hint that he enjoyed your company for a short time, they’d pounce. “Thanks again.”

“I’m glad I could help," you said, gazing at him. “Havd a good night. And don't forget to take it easy for the next 24-48 hours, hero.”

Hero. The nickname almost made him smile. “You have a good night, too.”

You lingered for just a moment, almost as if you expected him to say something else. When he didn't, you offered him one last smile and scanned your card to get back through the double doors. His shoulders dropped once you were out of sight. He should've said something. 

“Hello?” Yelena asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “What are you staring at?”

He blinked a few times. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Oh, I think he was staring at that pretty nurse,” Ava answered. 

Bucky shot the entire group a glare, his cheeks hot. “No, I wasn't,” he grumbled. Except he was. He stared at you. And by the amused looks on their faces, they all saw it. 

Yelena exchanged a look with Ava before they both smirked. “Yes, you were. Do you like the nurse?”

Bucky’s fists curled. He was not having this conversation after a hit to the head. “Can we leave?”

“It’s okay to stare or have a crush. She’s a beautiful woman.” Alexei clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She would be lucky to date the Winter Soldier.”

A growl escaped before Bucky could stop it. Yes, you were beautiful. Did he need Alexei to point that out? And he didn't have a crush. How could he? 

“When was the last time you went on a date?” Ava asked. 

Bucky took a deep breath. He really didn't want to talk about this. “Does it matter?” he asked. 

“Ask her out! I drive you for your date!” Alexei offered, rubbing his hands together. “I’ll set the mood. You see.”

Yelena pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Dad, stop.”

Bucky shook his head and shut his eyes, wishing he could teleport himself out of there. “Yes, please, stop.”

“Is your head okay?” Bob asked, making him open his eyes. Of course he was concerned with his pain, and Bucky was glad for the change of topic. 

“I’m fine,” Bucky assured him. There was nothing for him to worry about. “I just need to take it easy for the next day or so.”

John stretched his back once he stood up. “If you really want to see that nurse again I can make sure you get another hit to the head.”

Bucky’s eyes turned cold. “I’m not a killer anymore, but I may make an exception if you try anything.”

John held his hands up, but still had a smirk on his face before Yelena shot him a look. “A small injury could bring you back here.”

“No one is injuring me to bring me back here,” he announced. Everyone looked disappointed except for Bob. “What, you all want me to get hurt?”

Why did he decide to join this team again?

“No, we just want you to see the nurse again,” Ava said.

“Let’s go,” he ordered. 

As the group left, Bucky snuck one last look over his shoulder. You were a good nurse, and you made his night better. A small part of him hoped he made your night a little better, too. And while he certainly didn't want more injuries, a part of him did if only to bring him back to you.

So, what injury is Bucky getting so he can see you again? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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How would the TWST boys act when they’re jealous?

This is Savanaclaw and Octovinelle's section- Link to Heartslabyul. All characters are meant to be interpreted as romantic. The reader is gender-neutral. There may be mild spoilers as to who overblots and other facts. Some of them might have Yandere tendencies, though nothing graphic or descriptive and always very mild, they’ll be marked with a ‘Y’ if they do. Mainly because sometimes the boys are calm and talk through their feelings… And sometimes they go down possessive insecurity-included spirals. If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave a reblog or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants. 

Savanaclaw: 

Leona Kingscholar - 

Leona gets jealous easily, but won’t often do anything about it. You’re his herbivore and you know it, don’t you? Just get back over here, and ignore them. 

But then one day you come home smelling like some dog. Maybe a member of his dorm? But he doesn’t care who. You smell like another man, Herbivore. What do you think you’re doing, huh? You have someone else all on you. 

Leona’ll give you his coat as soon as he sees you. Expect an arm around the waist and him not letting you go until you’ve both napped for a while. Seven help you if he wakes up and you still smell like some other guy. 

Herbivore, what kind of game are you playing? What, is he second place again? You’re just gonna leave him and go off to some mutt? Those pooches don’t deserve you. Do you think he doesn’t deserve you? Do you think someone else could do it better? Did you finally realize he doesn’t deserve you? 

How dare you. How dare you push him aside, like everyone else always has. Fine, then leave. Go ahead. If he’s only your second priority, just get out. Why are you even still here? He’s just a second prince who destroys everything he touches. Why are you still here? Are you really going to stay? Fine. You’re allowed to stay, but only for a bit. Get out within a couple of hours. But while you’re here, you better not leave his side. 

Ruggie Bucchi - 

Ruggie’s not visibly jealous easily- He’s used to having to share things, not that he likes it- But it’s pretty obvious if you know his tells. With his ears down, tail slightly between his legs, and almost frantic laughter.  

Oh, so you’re eating out with Ace and Duece now? But what about your old pal Ruggie? Doesn’t he deserve to get some “love,” too? Come on, Prefect! Just let him tag along, just for a little while! 

He promises he’ll pay you back somehow. Yeah, he doesn’t have money, but here’s a little bite of his food. Isn’t that just great? Isn’t that good enough? Isn’t that okay? What’s wrong, huh? Is he not good enough? 

Dontcha want to come over here and pet his ears and tail? He’ll let you. Come on, Jack’s fluffier, but Ruggie’s got- He’s got- Well, he’s gonna let you do it for longer. Besides, don’t you owe him? He gave you some food. You’ve gotta give him this. Why’s he asking? Isn’t it obvious? He’s justin tryin’ to lull you into givin’ him more in the future because you’re gonna think everything he wants back is sunshine and rainbows and yucky. Don’t go readin’ too much into it, ‘Kay? 

Besides, it’s gonna wash that stench off of you. If you’re petting him all the time, you’ll smell like him. That’ll get rid of all his problems… What, you heard nothing, Prefect. Just go along your merry way, he’ll be right behind you if that’s what you’re asking. 

Jack Howl - 

Jack knows what jealousy is. He knows what it feels like. He’s been jealous of other kids' toys when he was young, he’s been jealous of how much someone else can lift, and he’s been jealous of various other things over the years. What he isn’t prepared for is what it feels like when you’re jealous of someone’s time. When you’re jealous of their smile and their friends and their everything… And it’s not because you want it. It’s because you want them. 

He knows what he’s feeling. But that doesn’t stop him from feeling it all at once. It’s sort of like the world is caving in for that brief second that it’s Sebek who picks you up, Deuce who walks you home, and Leona’s room you stay in. He wants to be your priority- You are his priority- So when he feels like he isn’t and it’s horrible and terrible and he wants to cry for some odd reason… He knows what he’s feeling, but he can’t believe it. 

He’s not controlling. But, he is protective, especially once he’s jealous. He’ll try to win you back, showing off his physical capabilities and trying his best to make you believe that he can take care of you and help you and is definitely so much better than anyone else in your friend group and you should study in his room sometime so he can show you his cacti please just follow him and get away from that guy over there. 

He’s willing to talk it out afterward, especially if you’re dating. After all, this is a relationship he wants to work out, if a little jealousy will break you two there’s no point in it. But if you’re the one who he’s fighting against because you can’t respect a boundary- His is really just that you be mindful of physical affection with other guys- He will hesitate to break up with you… But there’s a chance that if the two of you are unwilling to compromise, it will come to that. He’s loyal, but rightful stubborn about his boundaries and always wants to think through things with his future in mind.

But if you’re willing to hear him out, and listen to his boundaries and needs- Respect goes both ways and now you’ve got yourself a protective guard dog ready to save you from whatever fool decided to try and break his trust in you. 

Octavinelle: 

Azul Ashengrotto - 

Azul gets jealous easily. He knows he’s inadequate. He knows it so, so well… So why did he let himself think this time would be different? He thought you actually liked him. He thought you loved him, maybe, even, if he was truly, foolishly hoping for it. Like an idiot. Because there you were, across the room, with someone else holding your waist. 

Why did they get to? How come they’re the one that gets to be with you, that gets to be running their fingers down your back and leaning over to whisper something in your ear? How come it can’t be Azul? How come? 

He’s falling apart without you. Even as he takes you away, even as he brings you to the VIP room, even as he gets to be the only one to lay eyes on you for a brief moment, those horrible feelings still drum under his skin, growing stronger the more you claim nothing was wrong. 

Why? Why wasn’t he good enough? Was he not handsome enough? Was he too fat? Was his human form not appealing enough? He can change it. He can edit his form on land. He can make sure he never goes back to being that stupid, chubby, silly octopus he’s sure is the reason you were with the other guy. Please. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. You, maybe. Why wasn’t he enough? 

Even as you hug him and tell him it’s not like that, he can’t bear it. He can’t. He just wants your eyes on him, is that too much to ask? Please, don’t look away. Don’t let someone else touch you like that. Please, just… Please. Don’t let him go. 

Jade Leech - Y 

Oh, there’s a student with you? You’re having dinner with them in the Monstro lounge? You’re all alone with him…? :) 

Very sorry, but could you please step aside for a moment, Prefect? Jade has something he needs to do for a moment. The issue with that boy, if he could even be called that, coming into his territory will soon be resolved. 

What’s his territory? Well, there’s no reason for you to be concerned about it. Just rest a little, he’ll join you in the VIP room soon. You’ll be far away from any other customers… As you should be. You’re far above them. 

Hm? What do you mean? Is Azul conducting a contract there? Oh, silly him, he must have forgotten. That’s quite alright. He knows it’s not like him, but you won’t fault him for one mistake, will you? That would be quite cruel, dear. How cold of you… But maybe how warm, to be so worried over him. Don’t panic at all, he’s merely tired. But thank you for that, it provides some… Validation for him. 

You can just go up to Jade’s bedroom instead! There should be no one up there to disturb you, except for once he’s off shift. Yes, he knows it ends soon, but there’s still always a little bit of work to be done, even if it’s only some additional… Cleanup. And afterward, you can rest with him. You were just worried about him, weren’t you? If you weren’t lying about the fact you care for him, wouldn’t you do it? Come on, Prefect. 

Floyd Leech - Y 

Whenever I do one of these, I start Floyd’s section by saying, “Oh no!” So this time, I’ll switch it up slightly. Uh oh, you’re screwed. 

Whether or not Floyd was in a good mood before this, he’s now in a bad one. Sliding up next to you and asking you who you were talking with, putting an arm around your waist and squeezing you close. He’s not easy to calm down, but given affection and after you clear up any misunderstanding, he’ll just need a clingy shrimpy for a couple of days to match his pouty mood. 

But if it was someone genuinely coming onto you… And he doesn’t see you tear them apart right there… He’ll be the one to do it. He’s not afraid to throw a punch or two. Or more. Or a kick. He needs to protect you, what if he doesn’t? What if some little tiny fishy comes to take his shrimpy away? He’s just protecting you. Just trust him, don’t worry about anything else. 

At the end of the day, he’s an eel, and he’ll stop anyone who gets too close to his territory. Well, that’s what you signed up for, right? Maybe a few acquaintances will end up with some more bites, maybe you’ll end up with some more bites, but you’ll be fine. Probably. 

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PSA concerning reblogs/reposts(?) of my LEGO posts (sort of)

Okay, first off: THANK YOU to everyone who reblogged, liked and otherwise interacted with my Welcome new custom Mini!Aziraphale post here. Each and every one who shared their excitement put a huge smile on my face!

Going through my Activity notifications I got one that I almost overlooked, telling me that my post has been reblogged to @@aziraphale-defenders. Apparently a community? Which I don't even know how to tag?? Or have the possibility to interact with anyone in any way without joining?!?!?!

@fumblingbuffoon, please believe me that this is absolutely not a call-out post, because I am convinced that you meant well by sharing my post over there, especially since I just detected a reply from you over there, tagging me to let me know that my post was getting some love. Thank you for that (no irony here whatsoever)!

The problem is that this is not how tumblr communities work at all:

I DON'T RECEIVE ANY NOTIFICATIONS ABOUT ANYTHING GOING ON THERE, NOT EVEN THE COMMENT IN WHICH YOU EXPLICITLY TAGGED ME!

In fact, I almost didn't learn about this at all, if I had not gone through my Activity feed with eagle eyes to say thank you to everyone leaving lovely comments or tags for Mini!Aziraphale.

There is only one single notification telling me that someone reblogged my post to @@aziraphale-defenders, nothing else at all! I almost missed it completely.

Tbh, from an artist's perspective I find it unfortunate and disheartening to learn that quite a lot of people have interacted with my post over there without any of that love showing up for me and, more importantly, leaving me completely unable to interact with anyone over there without joining the community.

I don't know how things work in tumblr communities since I don't really take part in any community activities, but I usually try to give back some love/thank yous to anyone who gave my creations some love.

Since I barely have time to keep track of my dash as it is, and really want to focus my rare online time on my mutuals and their (often personal) posts, I am currently not joining any fandom communities on tumblr.

Just from the name of the community, I am sure that @@aziraphale-defenders is a lovely comm with lovely members, but I'm not in the right mental space for any fandom communities atm. Which is a lot of words to say "It's me, not you."

Dear @fumblingbuffoon, I ask you kindly to please pass on Mini!Aziraphale's and my gratitude to those community members who have shown some love for my post. I don't want to be seen as an ungrateful artist who never responds, but I literally can't interact with that post in any way. Look, I even made this for all of you (so yes, feel free to reblog this post):

Mini!Aziraphale wants to thank everyone for the warm welcome to the Good Omens family here. He offers you some tea and cake (but please don't touch his Jane Austen books, thank you very much)!

For the future, I would like to ask everybody to please not reblog my posts to any communities (or repost them anywhere, really). I wasn't even aware of the option to reblog other people's posts to communities or I would have objected in advance, and will make a note in future posts. I'd really like to keep my fanart (and the interaction with it) in one place, which is the original post on my own tumblr. Thank you.

TLDR: No hard feelings, but please don't reblog my LEGO posts to any communities. Thank you!

@ineffably-queer-book-lover over and out.

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 6

I Am (All of Me) from Shadow the Hedgehog

vs.

Dialga's Fight to the Finish! from Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

I Am (All of Me):

😉😏

i am all of me is the introduction song to the game shadow the hedgehog released in 2005, written and performed by crush 40. the song represents shadow's internal feelings after being woken up with no memories as amnesia struck him again. underneath the "edgy" lyrics and VERY different style than what crush 40 was known for at the time, the feelings and emotions shadow had at the time are very prevalent, most notably in the chorus "can you see all of me? / walk into my mystery / step inside and hold on for dear life / do you remember me? / capture you or set you free / i am all, i am all of me!" shadow is asking those who say they knew him (rouge, sonic, amy, the chaotix, etc) about who he is. to himself, he is a mystery, he doesn't know every part of himself. the others do, they know his past and the things about him he can't remember for the life of him this song also presents the "hero and villain" themes of shadow the hedgehog (2005), and it's neutral "i choose my own destiny" path, mentioned in the "black-hearted evil / brave-hearted hero / i am all, i am all, i am" lines. the bridge of the song can also be seen as a sort of identity crisis if you read too much into it (like i do) "i am / i am everyone, everywhere / anyhow, anyway, any will, any day / i am / i am everyone, everywhere / anyhow, anyway, any will, any day / i am (i am, i am) / i am (i am, i am)" shadow trying desperately to figure out who he is, being essentially "anyone" as, well, if he isn't him (he would remember who he is if he was him) then who is he if not anyone else? anyways! to make a long damn infodump short, i am all of me is the best song in video game history as it's the perfect representation of shadow's mentality in shadow the hedgehog (2005) and his descent into an identity crisis. vote i am all of me!

Dialga's Fight to the Finish!:

It is my favorite song in general (video game or otherwise), it's a 15/10 it's so good

its the very final boss of the main game. the clock is ticking, and you only have a limited amount of time to complete your goal. if not, the world will freeze into darkness. the song really encompasses that. the finality of it. and the difficulty of the boss if you arent prepared helps it. also! the boss. youve seen dialga before, in the dark future. dialga has been a looming threat for a bit. which helps with the whole ending thing. this isnt an easy foe.

[lord-emerson]

As you step into Caligula's Coffee House that afternoon, there is a single thought on your mind — where exactly did all this pink fabric even come from?

It is impressive, truly. The cushions, the tablecloths, the hanging decorations are all rosier than an urchin's cheeks following a rooftop race. Lord Emerson himself rushes to greet you at the door, pink cape billowing behind him as he walks.

"Ah, you made it! Good, good. You'll see there are plenty of seats available; take whichever, you'll spend the rest of the afternoon switching around anyway. Mind the garlands connecting the tables — they help our Rattus Faber and scaled friends navigate the space better. There's refreshments too, of course, just talk to- oh, I don't know. Anyone who looks like a waiter. That wouldn't be me, would it now, darling? Lovely. Oh, more guests! Please, if you'll excuse me, my dear..."

ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ ᴀʀᴛ ʙʏ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs-ᴏғ-ғɪʀᴇ

Happy Feast of the Exceptional Rose, everyone! And to those who signed up, welcome to Lord Emerson's Lonely Hearts Club. By the end of today, you will have received the name and contact information of your first roleplaying partner. For the next ten days, you will have the opportunity to chat about your characters, establish what brought them to the event and hopefully send each other a couple in-game letters, too!

Here are some things to keep in mind.

You will be paired up with 3 different partners for each character you signed up with: one announced today, one on February 10th and one on February 20th. The event will officially end on March 1st.

Other than these announcement dates, there are no strict deadlines for roleplaying. Everyone is encouraged to follow along at their own pace.

The official tag of the event is #lelhc! I will be checking it regularly and reblogging any quotes, writing snippets and art pieces posted in there. In conversation, I will simply be referring to the event as Lonelyhearts.

And how lonely those hearts are! This is your reminder that despite the "speed dating" nature of the setting, this event is open to all types of characters, many of whom do not seek a romantic connection at all. Always make sure to check in with your RP partner about what kind of stories they are interested in telling together.

Hopefully it will not come to this, but for any interpersonal conflicts, I encourage players to discuss the matter between themselves first. If it cannot be resolved and you feel deeply uncomfortable with your current RP partner, you can turn to me and we will sort something out together!

Lastly, please remember to respect the dress code. For any innocent fools who forgot to incorporate the colour pink into their wardrobe, I will be distributing rosy boutonnières and corsages at the entrance. Thank you, darlings.

Your humble Cupid,

Lord Oswald J. Emerson

[art by @letters-of-fire]

[siconetribal]

Beyond the Bookshelves (3)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Obnoxious coworkers, what is the proper ettiquette when emailing princes, teasing Captain

Summary: You're a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You've been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N: Please comment/like/reblog. If you'd like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know!

The lovely banners used in this fic are from @cafekitsune.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

The meeting was as boring as the fallen prince expected it to be, but he hardly showed his disdain for his time being wasted. Cabinet meetings and audiences with nobility and dignitaries were expected and mandatory for royals. In his opinion, a majority of them were hardly worth the time and could be easily sorted out with logic, but politics hardly worked that way. It was fickle, changing at the whim of whomever is more powerful. And though at times it was fun to see how the spoiled nobles would squabble over the most ridiculous things, the majority of it was always dull.

To think I once found such a thing mesmerizing as a young boy, wanting to follow my father everywhere and prove myself useful to him. A moment to shine, to step out of the immense shadow casted by my brother. The corners of his lips tugged downwards at the miasma of memories that began to stir. He knew the ledge was a precarious one and a single thought could have him plummeting to the depths and ensnare him.

“Do you have any questions?” The agent looked at the members of the group one by one, hesitating and nearly jumping over Loki to avoid eye contact.

“Agent Pruyn, was it?” He watched the man who was addressing them flinch at the call of his name. “Would it not be wiser for me to be the one who distracts them? I am able to change my image to look like anyone. I would merely need some footage of the person I am to imitate to better play the role. You will also be able to monitor my movements since I will be in the banquet hall as opposed to behind the scenes searching through the office.” Minimal footage of me in questionable places is best. Who knows what someone might do as an act of vengeance. 

“No, this is the best plan of action. Hawkeye is better suited for that portion of the mission and needs support while Black Widow distracts the target.” Agent Pruyn cleared his throat. The lack of negative reaction from the others seemed to embolden him a little bit. “Also, are you implying that she can't handle it? Black Widow is the best undercover agent we have. She's successfully infiltrated hundreds of places while you've only failed at discretion.” He scoffed. 

There it was. The bias and condescending tone, the twisting of his words, and the lack of support. Such insolence made his blood boil to the point of physically punishing the fool, but he kept his reactions in check with a blank expression. Silently, he changed the way they perceived him to look identical to the infamous fiery haired operative who was sitting with them. Everyone in the room stared at him in wide eyed shock, looking at him and her to see if there was a difference. 

“Well isn't that a neat little trick.” Natasha was the first to break the silence. “Certainly beats needing to put on that holographic skin.” She leaned in closer, trying to find some flaw.

“Stare all you like, you won’t be able to tell the difference unless I let you.” He said in her voice.

“If he’s so good at keeping up an appearance, why not just swap them? Nat and I are equally able to get in and out without issues if there’s a good enough diversion.” Clint shrugged, though he was impressed at how perfectly Loki copied her.

“I don’t have an issue with that change, I’m the one who can break into the computer system they have. It’s better if I’m with Clint.” Natasha agreed, Loki shifting back to himself.

“So, we’re in agreement. I will be the one to keep the group busy and the both of you will gather the necessary information. As I stated, I’ll require footage and data on the individual I’ll be impersonating.” He turned his attention back to Agent Pruyn who seemed rather cross with the change to his plan but said nothing since the other two Avengers were agreeing with Loki.

“We’ll need to adjust the timeline of the operation then. Everything was set up for this plan, we’ll need to adjust and see if there’s another gathering we can infiltrate.” 

“You say this person of interest has possible ties to this Hydra organization, correct? Why don’t we get ourselves invited to his home or wherever you think he is housing the necessary information? Why must we wait for some large gathering outside somewhere else?” Loki questioned. 

“We can’t just waltz into his home unannounced.” Agent Pruyn scoffed. “Do you think he just calls people over for tea time? This isn’t one of your royal games, Loki.” The condescending tone was back once more with a sense of triumph. This was hardly enough to anger the prince, but he was not so lenient to let it slide for a second time.

“Who said anything about tea?” He looked at the agent with raised eyebrows. “I wasn’t aware you had the time for such frivolous plans. I must disappoint you, my plans do not allot time for such.” Agent Pruyn grit his teeth and glared at the insouciant attitude the Asgardian was speaking with to him. A few of the other members of the meeting snickered at the calm retort, looking away to avoid the ire of the presenter. “This target has questionable connections and has a proclivity to feign a charitable appearance through auctions. We need to approach him as someone equally shady who wishes to either wash their hands of some item or trade an item to someone else and obtain the money under the guise of donating to said charity. We simply need to choose someone from his connections or create someone completely new.”

“That,” Natasha was the first to speak, coincidentally cutting Pruyn off, “is an excellent idea. If we came as someone new, trying to make a name for themself, they’ll be more likely to accept us if we come with an item of great value. Loki can play the part of the client and I can easily play the part of his assistant as needed to keep up the facade. Once we’re invited in, I can get Clint inside and we can get the information we need while the auction is going on.”

“Until the auction takes place, we can build a relationship with him and others. We can record all the conversations and pick up on any codes they use to discuss the secret dealings!” A female agent chimed in soon after, realizing an extra benefit to this plan.

“This makes it a much longer plan than anticipated though, we’ll have to resubmit the plan to our lead agent and to Director Fury.” A male agent pointed out.

“Sounds like it’s a necessary delay if it’s going to be more fruitful than the original operation. I guess Thor wasn’t exaggerating when he boasted about how strategic you are.” Clint slightly nodded his head in approval. “Redraft the plan and submit it, we’ll see what Fury says before moving forward.”

“We’ll schedule our next meeting after that.” Natasha nodded, standing from her seat. The others followed her actions and the meeting came to an end with a very irate Pruyn glaring at the back of Loki’s head. A small smirk of satisfaction tugged at the Asgardians lips as he walked down the halls, feeling lighter at proving himself as worthy to be on the team.

Y/N stared at the screen of her computer, willing it to fill the empty body of the email that was addressed to the two Avengers she was allowed to work with. Glancing at the time, she groaned audibly and turned her chair around so her back was to the screen.

Three hours, I’ve been staring at this blasted computer screen for three hours! Why do I need to message them!? Wasn’t Agent Hill supposed to coordinate this? Why is everything suddenly dumped on me from start to finish? This is ridiculous! Next they’ll want me to manage their schedules and make sure they have time to complete their missions and assist in my never ending task! I am not some over glorified secretary, I am the head of the Resource Management department, the director of it! I attend all the ridiculous morning meetings, check-ins, and any other waste of time meeting that could have easily been an email instead while managing all centers that contain our resources, digital and physical! She pushed herself out of the chair and paced in the space she had behind the desk. “When am I supposed to even meet with them when both are due to be deployed this week!” She threw her hands in the air as she shouted into the empty office. Defeated, she slumped back into her seat and turned to face the computer once more. 

She did not want to wait until their return, she needed it done now so that while they were gone she could have the computers and scanners set up and be ready to start as soon as they returned. Straightening up her posture, she pulled the keyboard forward and quickly began to type a brief email stating she was approached by Agent Hill and wanted to set up a short meeting in person to introduce herself and better understand how to properly utilize their assistance and time. She also added that the both of them are available tomorrow after lunch for a brief period of time. Rereading her email over and over again, she made sure there was no error before finally hitting the send. Now she had to wait for a response. Thankfully, the chime signaling the door opening was a great distraction, letting her escape the panic while waiting for a response.

“Good afternoon, how may I help you?” She happily greeted the person as she stepped out of her office. “Oh, Captain Rogers, how are you?”

“Good afternoon Y/N, I’m doing well. How are you doing?” He smiled, giving her a slight nod.

“Could do with less work, but that’s not going to change anytime soon.” She tiredly chuckled.

“I don’t know how you handle your work at all. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a fourth of what’s here. They’ve got the right gal for the job here.” He patted her on the back. “Which is an expertise I’ll be needing at the moment. I’ll be going out on a mission with Thor and Tony to a fairly remote area with indigenous people. Thor will be a great asset with his AllSpeak, but I’d like to get some insight on the culture.”

“Oh, so no “An American Girl” books this time around? Or  the “Hardy Boys”?” She curled her lips inward to keep from laughing as she watched the famous Captain America clear his throat and turn away to hide the hints of a blush that were creeping up onto his cheeks.

“No, not this time. But maybe when I come back you can suggest something for me to read?”

“I would love to, I’ll think up a small list and let you see which you’d like to start with. So, back to your mission, where are you going and do you know the group you’ll be interacting with?” She clapped and rubbed her hands together, eager to be of assistance. “Let’s head to the front desk while you tell me so I can pull up what we have for you.” Nodding his head, he delved into the details of the mission that were necessary, Y/N never asking for more information than necessary as she pulled up anything relevant and jotted it down on a sheet of paper. “Ok, follow me!” She walked back around just as the chime signaled someone else coming in. “Good afternoon, if you need my assistance I will be with you shortly. Please wait at the desk.” She turned to smile at the newcomer only to see the raven haired prince. Oh, good thing I put the book on the table already. “Follow me, Captain Rogers.”

“Y/N, you can just call me Steve. I think we’ve known each other long enough to drop formalities.”

“Captain Rogers, so bold and scandalous!” She gasped. “What would your fangirls think?!”

“Please don’t remind me of those.” He sighed heavily and gave her a stern look. “And I insist you call me Steve, we’re friends.” He flashed her that famous hero smile.

“Alright, alright, Steve it is.” She turned into an aisle and began to skim the codes, pulling out books which were taken from her by the gentleman super soldier beside her. Once everything was pulled, the two went to the nearest table.

“This is great, thank you, Y/N.”

“Anytime Capt-,” she stopped at the pointed look he gave her. “Steve. If you need anything, just give a holler. I’ll come help you.”

“We’re in the library, I don’t think hollering is a good idea.” He chuckled.

“Who’s going to stop us, the librarian? Oh wait, that’s me!” She grinned, earning an eye roll from him before he turned his attention to the books he had as she made her way back to the front desk.

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[narcoticwriter]

We Need to Talk about Arnheid.

@storiesconsumemysoul

OP, I apologize for tagging you, but I saw this post and I was compelled to talk about it. I also didn't want to clog up your post with my own reblogging, and I thought this fit as it's own standalone post.

As someone who's recently watched this, I will say that I was decidedly on the fence about all of this until I took the time to think about it.

I don't necessarily see Gardar as an antagonist as much as a product of the setting he was in, as I view all of the characters in this sense. I'd like to give my own two cents on the matter if you don't mind.

If anyone would like to chime in, please by all means go ahead! Just be respectful and aware of the seriousness of some of the subject matter. Please treat it with the respect it deserves.

Everything and more, under the cut.

In the opening scene where we are introduced to Gardar for the first time, there are things to note and highlight who Gardar is even if he doesn't say all that much:

In the house, Gardar did not lay a single hand on the woman or her babe, only killing the male members of the household

It is heavily implied that he was grossly abused and mistreated by his slave master to the point where he was driven to do this in the first place

This shows that in his heart of hearts, it is implied that Gardar was not a man naturally inclined towards violence, only getting to that point due to what he already went through.

Now, I'll touch on Snake who, whether we like it or not, is upholding the status quo. He is a hired mercenary of sorts who is responsible for the safety of the farm and the goods within it. Gardar to him was considered a 'good' and was to be treated as such, but to be frank, so are all of the other slaves. So why do people think that Snake's hand was 'forced' in comparison?

I will admit that at first glance, I did wonder out loud why they were all helping out Gardar when he had cut down so many men, but then I realized something. Something that a lot of people conveniently forgot.

Most people were probably more focused on Thorfinn, Einar, and Arnheid as well as Sverkel and their entire dynamic with Snake, which lulled them into the sense that Gardar was kind of 'interrupting' that. What they (and myself at first) all failed to recognize was that it wasn't as much of an interruption as it was waking up from a nice dream: the reality of the world they are in is much more grim than that.

And most importantly, they forget one specific facet on which all of this hinged: Arnheid.

Now, I'm about to bring up some stuff that will make people uncomfortable, but I believe that it is important that I say these things with the gravity and significance they deserve. Any attempt to censor the words themselves would defeat the purpose of it, so I will be putting this under the cut.

For those of you who have watched it, you know what to expect, but for those who don't, this discussion will include slavery, physical abuse, rape, child murder, extreme violence, and death.

Treat this as a barrier. This is where I go into the meat of the matter in full.

Arnheid's story is one of a person who was genuinely trying to make the best of things that had happened to her, and even with that, it was not going to be enough for her to live. It never could be.

The author wrote out one of the most devastatingly bleak and emotional depictions of why 'Vinland' exists as a concept of 'paradise' and the symbol of freedom... by making Arnheid's experience the reason why people have it in the first place.

The Beginning

Let us go to the beginning of where she was in her village:

Arnheid married Gardar in an arranged marriage set up by their parents, but in a stroke of luck, they genuinely seemed to love each other and were happily raising their son Hjalti together.

The men of the village (including Gardar) decide to go to war over some resources and iron.

Arnheid and the other women in the village were not enthusiastic about this decision, as the village had more than enough iron already.

While the men were away, raiders came to the village and looted them as well as took the younger women as slaves.

Arnheid also has her son Hjalti taken from her and killed as unmarried women fetch a higher price.

This section serves as the cornerstone of everything that happens later in her story and already establishes more than a couple of key points for the entirety of Vinland Saga:

People will go to war for resources that they don't need.

People will raid villages for things that they don't need.

People will be enslaved because they are not seen as people.

People will be killed because they are not seen as people.

Arnheid at this point is viewed through the lenses of the lamenting wife, the grieving mother, and 'refurbished property'.

I use the last term because a mother with a baby likely would not have been 'sold' in the sense that their 'value' would have been perceived, so the raiders took care of that 'problem'.

So with that being said, this is the defining instance of Arnheid's identity of being a wife, a mother, and a person promptly stripped away. She, quite literally, was left with nothing.

The Enslavement

Now with that being said, let us explore what she experienced on Ketil's farm. I will preface this by saying that people really like to gloss over the severity of what her enslavement entailed. I will not be one of those today, so this is not for the faint of heart.

In her enslavement, Arnheid was bought for one specific purpose. Yes, she can be a maidservant to the master and his wife, she can help out with domestic duties, and she can be a caretaker for those who need it. But throughout the entirety of the anime, it is glaringly obvious for anyone with eyes:

She was bought for the purpose of the master's sexual gratification and satisfaction.

It is also worth pointing out one major difference between her and the rest of the slaves we focus on:

Pater was able to work to attain his freedom and did so. Einar and Thorfinn are granted the same opportunity to do the same.

Arnheid is not able to work her way out of bondage and was never offered the opportunity to do that.

My reasonings for this are quite simple, actually, and given the setting, it should come simple for you too: she is, for all intents and purposes, a woman. If Arnheid was a man, I guarantee you that she would have been able to work for her freedom because men are supposed to work.

She says it herself in multiple instances while she laments how she got here in the first place. Men decided to go to war, men enslaved her and killed her child, and a man bought her to use for his own wishes.

For people who want to debate this, there are multiple instances that we see, such as Ketil and her in his chambers, how Ketil talks about her, and how his wife treats her. It can be said that Ketil treats her relatively well compared to the others, but it doesn't change the fact that she's an unwilling participant.

Even if she abhors this treatment, how on earth is she going to call them out on it? Can she say no to Ketil? No. So she doesn't have a choice in the matter, and that alone constitutes rape.

Let me say this again. Arnheid was consistently raped.

With that being said, this also points out another batch of realities in her world:

People will be used for their master's own satisfaction and benefits because they are property.

People will be made to do things that they would not do themselves because they are property.

People will be abused, hurt, and violated because they are property.

Even in this bleak reality, it is to Arnheid's credit that she is taking it all quite well despite everything she has gone through up to this point. She could have broken down and she would be completely justified in doing so, but the strength of her spirit, character, and compassion have carried her through even to the uttermost.

This, however, would not be enough for what was to come.

The Reuniting

At this point, despite her endurance, Arnheid has been worn down to almost the barebones. Her husband is gone, her child is dead, and she is simply trying to make it work. Hell, she even finds some companionship with Thorfinn, Einar, and Sverkal. This moment of brief bliss of happiness and (dare I say) contentment is brought to an end by Gardar riding in with only one goal in mind: to find her and go home.

Here is why I think she reacted the way she did initially:

She was living with the mindset of making do with what she had.

She did not believe that a piece of her past, which she considers beyond her, was alive.

She was absolutely terrified of the man that she saw in the state that he was in.

Not only is her son with Gardar dead, she is pregnant with another man's child.

For the last point, the reason I single this one out is in those days, if a woman was thought to have committed such a thing (no matter the circumstance, really), Gardar would have been fully justified in cutting her down. This is just the state of the world she is living in.

She has already gone through so much, and now this instance presents itself and she has to deal with it. This moment was a turning point because it gave her something that she hadn't had for a while: a single kernel of hope. She acts on this, going to help him clean his wounds and perhaps escape.

However, I will also make the point that was touched on in the midst of the original post: Gardar's extreme violence was a product of his treatment. You cannot expect someone who had gone through what he had to be in a normal state of mind. In fact, I would be more surprised if he was intact.

This leads into the scene where Arnheid is tending to Gardar's wounds:

Gardar begs Arnheid to forgive her for leaving with the men in the village all those years ago

Arnheid begs Gardar to forgive her through tears, presumably for the pregnancy and Hjalti, but he's just confused

In the midst of this, Gardar is trying to reassure her that once they both escape, they can go back to how things were

True to this, Gardar kills a man with his teeth in his throat and Arnheid uses the knife from the dead man to cut his ropes

These are two very traumatized and very broken people. I can say this because their mutual experiences have turned them into people that have become so violent and so numb to their own selves. But the hope that they could leave... that is now what will fuel them both, Arnheid especially.

Now, Thorfinn, Einar, and Sverkal participate in her bid to run away with her husband as they too recognize the sorry state of the lot she's been dealt and are loathe to participate in it any longer despite their personal issues. There is also a worldliness about them that offers up how they know that the world they live in is truly wicked, which is why they help in the first place.

But it is in the instance where they are on the cart that there is a glimpse of the man Gardar really is: a man who loves his wife, his son, and the life he had made for himself. He even acknowledges that he won't let his son grow up into a warrior, noting precisely how terrible it —and the world— really is.

As he passes on from the wounds he sustained, she is caught, and this is where another thing should be noted about this:

Arnheid is a person.

Why do I say this? Because a person can hope. Property cannot. She, through this, had reclaimed her identity as a person and as someone who can hope. In the bleak darkness of circumstance, this is her brightest moment because it confirms her humanity.

But even then, it would be, like many others, snuffed out.

The Punishment

This part depressed me, fully and completely. It was unfair, it was unnecessary, and it was undeserved. You could use those words to describe everything that's happened to Arnheid thus far, and you would be correct to do so! Because it is! And that's the point.

So, here is the punishment in full:

She is tied up in a barn.

The guard that is watching her intends to rape her and says as much, making to do it then and there.

He also describes in excruciating detail how he and his comrades would have taken turns raping her for every life lost, highlighting the strangling and torture with sick glee while stating that he can't since she's the master's favorite.

This first section highlights and covers a few things, respective of the points in order:

An animal wouldn't have been treated like that.

Arnheid is not a person to this guard, she is an object.

The guard sees her as property, the master's property.

This brief exchange is unapologetic in how the world at large sees Arnheid outside of the meaningful interactions she has with others. She is not a person to them, but a means of feeling power and gaining their own satisfaction.

Before anything can happen, Ketil arrives with a stick and the guard scrambles away, but not before he poses a question: "Do you know who you belong to?"

He says that he won't forgive anyone who tries to steal his property, even if it's her.

This highlights how she is seen by the person who 'owns' her, stated within these specific points. He sees her as his property and he does not see her as a person. The latter point not only denies her as a person but layers it in the sense that her own personhood could put his property at risk.

She is then beaten with the stick, but in the midst of it, she begs for him to be gentle as she is pregnant with his child.

He beats her and kicks her regardless of this, calling her a liar and a thief.

Snake even stops Ketil from beating her anymore, saying that the crime befits the punishment of a beating, but to do more would kill her.

He also states that it is his right to kill her as she is his, but he ought to intend to do it.

One could attribute this to what Ketil is dealing with at the moment, but that is not the point here. The point is that Snake recognized that Ketil was beating her so much that she could die. While Snake is upholding the statement of her being property, he also takes into account the way that this ought to be handled and the intent of his master. There are no saints here, but I believe that even he knew that this was too much.

When Leif asks to purchase her, Ketil states that she is his and will not sell her.

I don't think I can make it any clearer, but this only goes to show that to the master, who bought her, she is nothing more than property.

Arnheid has been beaten so badly, she is unconscious and cannot be moved.

Pater states that he does not know if she will live as she is extremely injured.

Leif states that this would have eventually happened to her if she had stayed on the farm with Ketil.

This set of points is here to simply illustrate the inevitability of her end. Leif is right. Ketil could have been set off in any way if it was to do with the perceived ownership he had over her. Imagine if he had seen Einar getting too close to her. What then? Do you think he wouldn't have beaten her over that too?

As Arnheid is passing on, we see her with Gardar, Hjalti, and another baby in her arms on the cart.

This implies that even if she was able to make a full recovery from her injuries, either the miscarriage of the dead baby or the dead baby breaking down in her body would have killed her anyway. Just think about that for a minute as Ketil was so ticked off that his 'property' would lie.

The cart stops and Gardar says that she can take a moment to thank Thorfinn and Einar for their help.

She does, and while it is lamentable, her family is waiting for her... so she joins them.

This scene is sad, but it offers me a little happiness. It seems that Gardar wouldn't have killed Arnheid over the other baby. It seems that he would have taken them in as his own. You can say he forgave her, but I would say that I don't think he would have thought there was anything to forgive. They had both been through hell, after all.

Conclusion

Vinland, as a promised land, a slice of heaven, a refuge for those who seek shelter was a dream, an idea, a hope that people had. But for Arnheid, it would have been her salvation. With her death, this Vinland was crystalized and given form.

Would the promise of Vinland have saved Arnheid? We don't know. But we do know that her experience, her life after the fact, and her death would have been more than enough of a reason to wish Vinland into reality.

However, this does one more thing for her. It confirms that despite it all, she was, is, and always will be, a person.

And that people should never be treated like this.

She lived a life that was hard and quite bleak but even through it, she did her best and she was a person who deserved a world where:

You would not have to fight for resources, for there would be enough for all.

You would not have to worry about raids, because they could not reach you.

You would not have your child killed, because your child would grow up safe, happy, and taken care of.

You would not have your personhood stripped away, because no one would take it from you.

You would not be brutally raped and seen as an object of satisfaction, because no one would have that power over you.

You would not be beaten for acting out of line for property, because you would not be property.

You would be a person, a human being, because you would be free.

In a way, you could make the argument that through her story and her life, she is one of the most consequential and important characters in the entirety of this series.

Simply because she would have loved to live in a world like that.

[tarithenurse]

Inhuman - 5

Fandom: MCU Pairing/starring: Eventually Bucky x fem!reader, Loki x fem!reader, Stucky, more (some canon, some not). Word count: 1830. Contents: A visit home, first mission, Thor. A/N: This was my first ever fanfic - it looked different in its original version but I'm editing heavily. It will be starring pretty much ALL of the MCU characters (Avengers, X-Men, Agent of SHIELD, etc), and will be tackling everything from "Civil War" and on differently than canon. Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Chapter 4

You are practising some sort of violence almost every day, and on the few days off there’s history of SHIELD and Avengers to read up on, or Bruce wants to test if any of your abilities are developing.

They seem not to, but at least you’re getting faster at working them in the sense that influencing the cells of any person’s becoming easier as you learn to zone in on them faster. It does require almost constant contact when you heal someone else and you can only do it through your hands which seems to puzzle Bruce as it, according to him, shouldn’t make any difference which limb you use. When you jokingly suggests trying with a foot, he actually considers it before realizing that it wasn’t a serious idea.

Also, the “radar” seems to be stuck with a radius of 52.4 meters (yes, he measures it on a regular basis which involves walking out until he disappears from “view”). It wouldn’t be fair to say that he’s disappointed by the lack of change, but he does seem less optimistic about the prospect each time you stop by.

“Certain developments have been reported in other cases, mostly in terms of the Inhuman’s ability to control the skills, of course, but sometimes also discoveries of new aspects to them.”

You know your way around the lab quite well by now. Stepping out from an advanced machine that measures electric impulses throughout the body, you shrug.

“There’s quite a lot tied in to this…skill…thing so what more d’you want?”

“What are the restrictions? Can you do anything else than healing to anyone?”

“I dunno.” You’ve thought about this already, but the prospect frightens you more than it makes you curious. Barely.

”Maybe…we can go on a field trip? See if you can sense animals too.” Tapping away on the tablet, Bruce’s in full investigative mode. “D’you sense any birds or rodents in the area?”

“No, but to be fair I haven’t even SEEN any close to the bunker.”

Scratching his head, Bruce manages to make his curly hair even more unruly than it already was before he snaps with his fingers. “Oh, that’s right…Tony’s testing a perimeter shield, maybe that’s why.”

“Shield?” It should hardly be a surprise given the team’s track record of pissing people off that they’d want some safety. “You expect any attacks on this place?”

“Well it’s a logical risk of course, but it would surprise me, really. Even so…we do have to take certain precautions,” he adds apologetically, “our existence in itself’s a provocation to certain people and it’d not be the first time we’d be targeted.”

“I read something in the files about a…a Zemo or s’mething?”

Bruce’s entire stance changes. Fists clench, mouth thins and his gaze bores into an invisible speck on the floor, making you think it might cause a fire. “Yeah, that was...not good...”

It seems to be one of those subjects that’s better left alone. “D’you think I’d be able to sense you if you went green?”

Admittedly, it’s not a much safer subject but thankfully the result’s curiosity rather than worry. Even so, precaution wins this time at least.

“Let’s not test unless absolutely necessary, but if, as it might seem, a higher-level consciousness has to be involved then you might not…the…other guy isn’t the brightest. Still it’s worth investigating!” And he goes off mumbling about self-awareness, evolution, and classical ways of determining this, completely forgetting your presence.

… …

As it turns out, the threats Bruce hinted at are rather regular even if you haven’t felt any of it so far because most are completely ridiculous and aren’t taken seriously. Others are which is why FRIDAY monitors the media for any hostile comments and analyzes the risk level. Stark has made sure she/it is tapped into SHIELD databases (that’s probably not official) as well as those of other major agencies all around the world which means that any information’s checked, and any recurring threat-makers are kept track of.

One of these seems to have raised a lot of red flags, leading Coulson to stop by one day for a visit.

“We don’t have a name, but there seems to be a lot of activity going on with weapons and personnel coming through the Netherlands to somewhere in Eastern Europe. We’ve people on the ground as we speak, but whoever’s behind this is covering their tracks very well.”

“I have a few favours I could call in still,” Natasha comments ominously.

The Director’s polite smile’s charming. “Yeah, do that.”

In the end, it’s decided that Natasha and Clint will go work the favour-owing contacts. Bruce’s heading back to SHIELD headquarters to meet with Simmons and look over some interesting results she has found relating to radiation induced cellular changes. This leaves just Stark and you in the bunker...much to his chagrin.

“I’ve said it before! I’m not a babysitter.”

“That’s fine, I don’t need to be watched over like that. I’m not going to run off.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” smiles Coulson, “I was planning on letting you on leave to see your family – I know it’s been a while.”

“I’m allowed to leave? That’d be awesome!” No offence, guys.

And so, it’s planned with strict instructions to stick to the existing cover story (last minute conference replacement) and extend it with a brilliant job offer at a privately funded hospital in the US to explain why you’d eventually go back overseas again.

Lying to your family wasn’t exactly something you had wanted to do from the beginning, but after having read about the Watch Dogs and seen the general stance on enhanced people…well it made sense in some twisted way. The benefit’s mostly for your family: the less they know, the safer they are. And it had been relatively simple to keep up the charade as long as communications were via emails at least. You’ve no doubt that it’ll be tougher face to face.

... ...

The entire world knows about the Avengers: it’s been in the news and especially the events in New York got a lot of focus from the media – even in Europe. After Sokovia there was a lot of talk by politicians on how to deal with, as the they said it, extraordinary people. That discussion has also found its way to your homeland but to be fair: this is a fairly uneventful country. Cozy, but quiet. Definitely no superheroes or super-villains here.

The trouble with good and relaxing times are, as Tolkien once wrote, that there is not a lot to say about them and such times also tend to end earlier than we want them to. Generally speaking, they don’t get interrupted by a god of thunder beaming down into the flower bed, though.

Both of these points are important to keep in mind as they might explain why your (normally) down-to-earth father makes his way out of the raspberry-patch at a very high speed at the noise of Bifrost slamming into the ground. And then he stops dead. It’s not Thor he’s staring at, it’s the broken and smouldering dahlias that are his main concern. Never mess with this man’s garden.

By the time you reach the two of them, the old man’s yelling at mythology incarnated about “watching out”, and how “no decent person would walk around smashing other decent people’s flowers”, and “who does he think he is anyways”.

Perhaps it’s prudent to explain what Thor’s facing at this point. The Midgardian’s in his late seventies and during the summer season, he spends all the time in the garden…meaning that he doesn’t really look as respectable as he could: hair (what’s left of it) messy and with small leaves or dirt in it, worn button-up shirt hanging open, and old, holey, cut-off work pants, socks and clogs. He’s sweaty, dirty, and skinny from running behind an old-fashioned lawn-mower all season on half a hectare of land. In other words: he’s a sight giving sore eyes, and it’s only understandable that Thor’s looking utterly lost and confused while trying to get this old man to just shut up.

“Dad! Dad, stop! I don’t think he can actually predict where exactly he lands!” you yells.

This at least makes the father shut up long enough for Thor to offer his sincerest apologies which do seem to calm the storm a bit.

Grabbing the quiet as an opportunity to drag the visitor out of earshot of your parents (by now your mom has made it over as well). They’re both upset and you wish you could explain to them what’s going on, but the truth is that you don’t know yet…you just know there has to be some important reason for Thor to appear without warning and that’s what you have to figure out first. Thankfully, he’s quick to accept who you are although he sticks to some slightly archaic greetings that make you blush. It’s not often someone kisses your hand in earnest.

“Lady [Y/N] daughter of [Y/mother’s/N]…the lair of the enemy has been located and it has befallen me to impart this information onto you and bring you with me to the site. There we shall be aided by our friends in conquering the villain. We must leave immediately.”

It’s difficult to convince your parents everything’s fine when their youngest daughter’s about to leave with a deity. Even more so when said daughter appears surprisingly unsurprised about the situation. With promises of a better explanations upon return (“Yes, mom, I WILL be back. No dad, he’s not a scoundrel and it won’t be dangerous.”) you get them calmed down and can turn to face Thor again.

He’s looking amused but also surprisingly tender. “It is joyous to witness such love among family members. Honoured elders of [Y/N]…it shall be my duty to guarantee the safe return of your daughter!”

This might not actually make your parents more relaxed but at least there are no protests.

“So...how do we get there?”

“Allow me, maiden.”

He ensnares your waist with the left arm, strong muscles bulking against your ribs, holding you tight as he starts to swing Mjølnir faster and faster.

Next moment, the ground is being ripped away from under you, clinging on to your belly in an attempt to keep earthbound, and all around you is wind and the colours of the rainbow. The sound’s deafening which makes it impossible for you to ask any of the questions you had in mind, but before long it’s over and the feeling of shooting into the air’s transformed into the sickening sensation of falling.

A few seconds later you’ve somehow ended up cradled in Thor’s arm and lap as he’s kneeling on the ground. A pattern’s smouldering on the ground all around you and you have an uncanny feeling that it might be your stomach contents. Deep breaths. Slooooow, deeeep breaths.

Looking around, you find Steve, Stark, Clint, Bruce, and Natasha.

[cherllyio]

You’re scenarios for parent Pigsy were really fun 🤩

If you take requests could you make something similar for ShadowJadePeach (Macaque, Wukong, and Nüwa) being parents (or at least awkward step-parent in Macaque’s case) to MK (and maybe Bai He (LBD’s host)).

Please 🙏😊

I would love to! Lets go!

Macaque, Wukong, and Nuwa trying to be parents to MK( plus Bai He)

List:

Macaque and Wukong deal with all their issues, while trying to MK from going Apeshit.

Nuwa thinks she understand humans, because she made them, she doesent

"Nuwa, Wukong and Macaque babysitting Bai He and MK"

The scenarios are mostly silly little stories of them trying to be good parental figures or scenarios that could possibly happen in season 5.

Also, if anyone wanna draw or use any of the scenarios in any way, im completly happy with that! Just tag me, so i can reblog it and love it forever :)

Scenario 1: "Macaque and Wukong deal with all their issues, while trying to stop MK from going Apeshit"

This is acutally something, i think, could happen in the show.

So, Macaque and Wukong are trying to deal with all their past issues(which there is a lot of). And tts not going great though, and they end up having an argument again.

Suddenly MK steps into the room. He is really struggling with all the "mystic monkey busniess" going on in his life, so he thinks talking with the "mystic monkeys" would help.

Problem is, Wukong and Macaque are too mad eachother to do anthing to help, other than making it worse soooo. MK just leaves, now having it even worse with his "monkey fate", since earlier he had a small fight with Mei. Nothing big, but with Macaque and Wukong fighting, and them being an awfully lot like him and Mei, he is starting to get scared that they will end up like them. And that he will end up hurting Mei.

So in the middle of MK having this chrisis, a sort of Steven Universe future panic(if you know the refernce), Wukong and Macaque finally come to their senses and reailise something very important. To help MK, they have to understand what went wrong with them, so MK and Mei dont end up on the same road.

And in that way, we get the "Macaque and Wukong backstory" :D

Scenario 2: " Nuwa thinks she understand humans, because she made them, she doesent"

One day, MK goes to pick up Bai He from school(big brother and little sister vibes). Sadly it starts raining(a lot), so they cant get home. (Kinda like this scene from my neighbor Tortoro).

Nuwa sees this and picks them up, where she is then thanked and told that they quickly have to get Bai He home, before her parents get too worried.

But instead of just driving a little bit faster Nuwa goes almost full GOD MODE, and drives faster than fucking Wukong on his cloud. They almost drive several people over, several cars crash into eachother because of it, and a lot of people have gained new trauma because of it.

The kids are screaming, yet Nuwa just interepts this as to go FASTER.

They make it to Bai He's home, safe and sound, but lets just say that MK and Bai He are just gonna wait next time it rains that much.

(The reason MK didnt use his staff? He forgot)

Scenario 3: "Nuwa, Wukong and Macaque babysitting Bai He and MK"

Pigsy was supposed to take care of Bai He, because her parents were doing something that day, but something came up. And MK cant do it, because he accdently broke one of his legs, and Pigsy doesent wanna push him too much because of it.

And since neither Mei, Tang, Sandy or any resbonibly adult he knows, can help, he calls Nuwa, Wukong and Macaque.

The little trio sees this as a great possibilty to get closer to the kids, but its gets a biiiit chaotic with the following things happening:

Macaque gets a bit jelaous, and tries to train MK a bit, yet this ends in MK breaking his arm too(dont ask, neither of them dont know how it happend)

Bai He asks Nuwa if she can help her with her homework. This though ends up in Nuwa crying over Math homework.

Wukong tries to cook some food, but gets too cocky, and ends up making litteral poison, that could kill a god.

Dont worry, they order some Pizza, put on a show and they actually have quite a nice time after that.

Pigsy just finds them sleeping together on the couch, and suspects nothing. (though he was surprised the house wasnt burned down)

[youunravelme]

hi! first off, just wanted to say i love love love your fics especially ‘this is how you fall in love’ and i think i’ve read them all more than what might be normal 💗 i like how you wrote certain scenes and how you managed to balance the fluffy and angsty scenes.

also just wanted to ask, do you have some fic recs for mat? or any other nhl players? i think i’ve read them all already 😭

hi! here's my list of recs!! (it's much easier than searching my blog for the fic rec tag truth be told)

i'm going to split this into a section of my all time favorites (regardless of player)! and then ones i love organized by player.

somethings you need to know BEFORE going on:

mat is my number one baby, so most of these recs are mat fics

i am a happily ever after girly, so most of these recs end happily unless otherwise noted

please support these authors! send them encouraging messages! reblog their works! hype. them. up!

there are a lot of fics that are older (bc i have no chill and will keep checking the tags until i hit the bottom)

here it is:

screaming, crying, throwing up (aka my all time favs)

questions -- anthony beauvillier by @col-islander43

the ENTIRE friends series with auston matthews by @leafs-lover

literally anything by @mendeshoney but here's a list of some of my fav things:

"I've been waiting for you to come to your senses." -- mat barzal

“I love you. But that’s a secret. So I won’t tell you about it.” & 11.) “You’re drunk.” “Yes. And hopelessly in love with you.” -- mat barzal

"I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again." -- mat barzal

"You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you're just a dream." -- mat barzal

don't tell me you're my heartbreaker -- mat barzal

girl at home -- mat barzal by @midnightsnyx

this series is still updating!

a tale of dancing and romancing -- jack hughes by @thatintrovertedwriter

tkachuk!reader

paul revere -- mat barzal by @starry-hughes

angst city baby

this entire series see it with the lights out -- mat barzal by @barzysunflower

THIS ENTIRE SERIES IS SO GOOD

and let's just be so forreal, read ANYTHING by her. check out her masterlist! this series just happened to be a fav of mine.

lover of mine -- nico hischier

literally my all time fav nico fic.

graduation blurb -- mat barzal by @ladylooch

"i got you don't worry" -- mat barzal by @bitchinbarzal

second chances -- mat barzal by @bedsyandco

winter magic -- mat barzal by @matbarzyy

show me the places where the others gave you scars -- mat barzal by @miracleonice87

ours -- mat barzal by @puckinghell

cuddles -- mat barzal by @twinklelilstarkey

set it up -- anthony beauvillier by @troubatrain

slip of the tongue -- mat barzal by @jonesinghardy

caught in the middle -- mat barzal by @hockeywhy

this is literally my ALL TIME FAVORITE MAT SERIES (even if it's one part shy of being complete). i love it so much, i go back and read it all the fucking time.

defender -- mat barzal by @sorryjustafangirl

five times everyone knew mat loved you & the one time he realized it for himself -- mat barzal by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

general fic recs! (sorted by player)

jack hughes

a little funky by @bagopucks

mat barzal

bad reaction by @jackhues

there's a part one to this linked in the blurb itself

anthony beauvillier

communication skills by @ohmyeyesmyeyes

i'll do my best to keep this list updated at time goes on!

again, go show these authors some love!! send them a message/an ask/reblog!!!!!

[cg-sunnyd]

Hello!

I'm 🦊🩶

🐶🩵 has been a bit down, something about family? (being a syskid in an adult body, ect)

And while none of us/our littles have delved into it before, I think they could benefit from learning about fictional caregivers

I'm not really sure where/how to start, I just know she finds comfort from a show and thought it might help them feel familial love (unfortunately, other than her older brother, our system doesn't work with that dynamic)

If y'all don't mind, could you please help explain what fictional caregivers are, how to interact with them, ect?

Thank you either way, please have a nice day <3

of course! taking a bit of a note from tl for some of this, and i'll include some links that might be something to look into! this is, of course, mostly based on our own personal experience, and just like a real person caregiver, it's not a "required" thing. it's mostly for comfort and personal enjoyment and happiness!

i hope some of this helps! if there's anything anyone has to add on, feel free to do so in replies, reblogs, tags, etc! i put it under the cut, as it got longer :).

[DNI Banner says: SFW interaction only! DNI if: nsfw/kink, ddlg/varients, anti-lgbtq+, anti endo]

what is a fictional caregiver?

a fictional caregiver is more or less an imaginary caregiver - generally a character or creature from a media you might enjoy! they might make you feel safe and comfortable, might be a character you really love, or maybe a character you just connect well with.

there's no right or wrong media or character to have. you might feel that steve from blue's clues, freddy fazbear from five night's at freddy's, or jason from friday the 13th is your ideal fictional caregiver!

you can have as many or as few fictional cg's as you'd like - all that matters is if you enjoy it and it makes you feel comforted and cared for.

you can also have fictional siblings, families, and so on! for example, bluey's family might be a fictional family - you like to imagine yourself as part of their family, playing along with them.

how can i interact with a fictional caregiver?

this is a bit more of a personal basis! there are all sorts of ways you can interact or imagine them. a fairly common way i've seen is to imagine yourself, a self-insert, or an oc as being cared for by your fictional caregiver!

drawing pictures, writing stories, chatting about them and sharing headcanons or thoughts, making boards, those are some pretty common ways of creating things!

fictional caregivers can also work as a good way to help with self-care or self-talk! sometimes it's easier to go about tasks, chores, or getting ready for the day if you picture your fictional caregiver helping you along the way. for example, tl finds himself being a lot less mean to himself when he imagines bones helping him on his bad days. he sometimes imagines himself curled up in bed being cuddled, being reminded to see if he's hungry or thirsty, and reminded to take breaks.

other things to note!

a fictional caregiver can be anyone and anything! like i mentioned before, they can be from a kid's show to horror media, and anywhere between! just make sure to keep in mind things you might want to make sure you're tagging or warning people of (for example, if your fictional cg is from an rated-r horror movie, you might want to give a general heads up for horror!)

a favored plush or stuffie can be a fictional caregiver! it doesn't have to be a character from a media (book, podcast, game, movie, etc).

you can have as many or as few as you want! if you have tons, it doesn't mean your other fictional cgs would love you any less!

some people might not like sharing fictional caregivers - and that's okay! if you don't like sharing, the best thing to do in that case is either mute or block. it's not nice to send angry messages to people!

some people make blogs based on their fictional caregivers, some use tags in their regular blogs! they reblog/tag/make posts that make them think of their fictional cgs.

long story short: a fictional caregiver is just like a regular caregiver - they're just not a real, tangible person! they'll love and support you in whatever way you need them to :).

some posts that may be interesting!

💫tl talks about what an f/o is, and how some people choose or interact with fictional cgs! he does mention some helpful blogs, though they may be more age-regression focused over fictional cg focused! comfort-character-central may interest you, and theregressionlibrary may as well!

🍎ideas on some things that you can do in a journal that can relate to a fictional cg!

💫more general things/activities to think about!

🍎this is a fun fictional caregiver-centered ask game!

[nells-universe]

(⚠️pokemon irl / rotomblr blog, unreality warning!!⚠️ read ooc before interacting!!)

hii hello!! my name is nellie but you can call me nell :) im a girl and im 15!! i have audhd too so umm please be nice

i became a trainer last year but i finally wanted to set out on a journey, and im trying to become the champion!! i love aliens and cryptids and i really want to prove that they're real!! mostly because people still don't understand beheeyem!!

please take me seriously.

MY TEAM!!!!

peridot — espeon — my partner pokemon and best friend!! she loves going exploring with me and sleeping in the sun :D

bixbite — beheeyem — the first pokemon i caught in the wild (when she was still an elgyem!!) she's very curious and likes to follow me around!!

sapphire — boldore — my main battling pokemon!! i found her when i first moved to unova!! she's very affectionate and excitable!!

vivi — eevee — non battler and emotional support pokemon!! she has super cool fur and she's very soft!!

i also have an egg!! no idea what itll be but i hope to take good care of it!!

//OOC UNDER CUT

[also check out pokemoncryptids THEYRE VERY COOL AND INSPIRED ME A LOT!!!]

asks / anons!

musharna mail / malice is off!

pelliper mail is on!

magic anons are off!

in-character anon hate is on!

basically anything else that you can think of is on!

dni / boundaries:

- don't send me any asks that have romantic or sexual implications. this includes sexual humor, joke flirting, or anything similar. i don't care if it's a joke, it makes me very uncomfortable

- if you're gonna be a jerk you can just. leave. i don't need to put up with that 🫶 don't call anyone cringe, and don't bring that stuff onto my blog

- pokemon are treated very similarly to animals here, so don't sexualize them. don't be weird.

tagging guide / content warnings

#pkmn irl resources— reblogged tips and resources for making a rotomblr rp blog

#ic vent— in character vent posts

#blog boosting— new blog intros, reblogging for engagement

#non rotomblr blog— i'll occasionally reblog posts where OP isn't a rotomblr user, this tag is just so people know they aren't involved in any sort of RP

#pokemon pics— ...pokemon pics

- there will be a lot of references to illness, hospitals, or other medical related things. this is all tagged under the general tag of #CW: medical

- this blog will be fairly low stakes for now, but i do plan on making a bigger story for it! all potentially triggering things will be tagged with #CW: [thing], tell me if you need anything tagged or if i forgot something!!

other / about me!

- nell uses she/her, but when referring to me (the mod,) use they/them or he/him!

- i'm autistic and i have adhd! there might be interactions that seem awkward or unnatural, so please try and be patient with me ^_^

- pokemon is my primary special interest, and cryptids come pretty close!! i'm less interested in the supernatural side of them (mothman, jersey devil, etc.) but i do love aliens!! a lot!!

[ all likes and follows come from @.peridotporygon ]

[v0idsp3rson]

!!THINGS TO KNOW!!

Hello! I'm v0idsp3rson, this is my tumblr homepage lol.

I have some rules for blog!

#1: No being a bully! That means no being really rude to anyone.

#2: The second rule is have fun because felt like I needed a rule, so then I had to create a second rule. Blame the ocd.

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I am in a few fandoms, however I don't post about them that often, but if you don't want any possible spoilers for a book or tv series, here is a list! Dsmp(Minecraft server, no I do not support all the creators) Qsmp(Minecraft server, no I do not support all the creators) Hermitcraft(Minecraft server, no unfortunately there won't be many posts about this one srry lol) Mcga(Rick Riordan book series, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard) Rick Riordan(His book series in general, Magnus gets his own part because he's my favorite) Wof(Wings of Fire, DRAGONS! qibli qibli qibli qibli) Warriors(Cats lol) A few tv shows/videogames, but not necessarily in the fandom; Good Omens, Marvel, uhhhh, I'll add to this later A few tv shows/videogames that I am in the fandom of; Undertale/Deltarune, JWCC(Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous), Portal(pls no spoilers for me I'm not finished with the second one yet), and more that I will add onto here later That is my list of fandoms, pls enjoy whatever you find on here!

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My art has different levels of art

My main style: Sort of Cartoon/anime= litterly everyone's art style but their own version aka my own art style that I made Ig(I guess)

It varies in intensity of how my brain says I can do art.

lv.1; drawin' regularly

lv.2; more cartoonish than normal kinda silly

lv.3; bro wtf is this? This ain't art the fuq?

Right now I'm at lv.2

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!! hey just so you guys know !!

I am broke, I have no money, I had to point that out. I had a lot of asks in my inbox and I felt really bad because I couldn't help people, and then realized I was being a dumba$$ and answered them so other people could see and spread the word I sincerely apologize I've had those in there for a long time and I just hope that nothing bad happened to some of them and they got the help they all needed. That being said, i'll try to spread the word more often, people all around the world need help and we all need to do our part or at least try to help them.

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Tags:

Tags! Most of my posts don't have any tags on them but I'm going to try and start using them because it's a bit of a mess in here lol (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

The Void Games (<- all posts relating to the event)

My Art (<- all posts with my art in it[or something i rebloged that had the tag in it])

Ttffh (<- all posts regarding the story)

Vacuum (<- me speaking random crap that belongs in the void)

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Please help Rehab! Her baby is sick and needs treatment, her number is vetted by @gazavetters #410. Her account is @rehab0-2 and her campaign can be found here.

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DNI IF U R : Homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, ableist, nsfw(just don't respond anything nsfw/say anything nsfw on my posts pls I don't really care if u r nsfw), map or map supporter, proshipper, or terf.

Hope u have here!

(pfp was found on pinterest[if anyone knows who drew it please tell me], oc drawing permission box thing by frogsforthefrogwar, mutual userbox by burntoutuserboxes, pride userboxes by zero-templates, crow userbox by crowleys-plant, boop box by radio-graphics, Minecraft userbox by turnsyouintoabox(thank u for making that one :]), I lost the users that made boops u and ocd boxes if u find them pls tell me), bagels gif by a game called "grab them by the eyes" I found on coolmathgames.com

[alastorss]

Hi all,

I want to preface this whole thing by saying I have NO problem with nsfw blogs, creators, and readers interacting with me. I love your brilliant brains and am happy that you've found a comfortable platform for you! ^.^ Everyone is welcome to interact with me, talk to me, and read/reblog any of my things (as long as you are not a literal child). THAT BEING SAID:

I'd just like to come on here and please, please, please ask that you do not reblog any of my posts with writings of / links to Alastor smut.

A few of you may know that this happened to one of my posts recently, as you might have seen it on your dash or in the tags :') the problem with this is that every subsequent interaction with the nsfw also goes into my notifications (which I normally wouldn't mind at all, but as I said before, I'm not comfortable with engaging with or being associated with Alastor nsfw). Absolutely no hate to the creator who did this, obviously, I just really don't want to see Alastor porn in my notifs as more and more people reblog it and comment about it.

It may seem childish or petty to some people, but the reason I don't actively seek out or interact with Alastor smut is because, in some ways, I see myself represented in an ace character. I feel like it's never really talked about enough in media. And again, it is 10000% okay for others to read and write smut for him. I do not care. But it's a little different when my notifs are suddenly engaged with something I'm not comfortable seeing or actively interacting with.

I have since blocked the blog, and I believe they may have done the same to me. That is within my right and theirs to do so. It is not because I dislike them, or think that this is worthy of petty Tumblr drama, or anything of the sort. I'd like to clear that up now. Tumblr and your online platform should be curated FOR YOU. It's a safe space where you can express and be expressed in any way you want and I think that's great. Some things are just not my cup of tea and that's fine. If I don't want to see it, I can block anyone, just as much as anyone can block me if they don't like me or the things I write. There's nothing else to read into. Simple as that.

I hope you all understand where I'm coming from. Again, no need to track down the post or the creator if you haven't seen it on your dash. I don't want to incite a witch hunt or even want an apology since there's nothing to apologize for with an honest to goodness mistake. They probably just didn't know I wasn't comfortable with Alastor nsfw and just wanted to share their work (which I'm sure is wonderfully written btw). I'm taking down the post related to this and it's someone who I have not openly interacted with before on this blog. So please be kind ^.^ I just want to use this opportunity to bring this up in case I haven't before.

I feel like I shouldn't have to explain myself since everyone here has been so warmly welcoming and respectful to my rules. But I wanted to just throw it out there in case anyone wasn't sure if they could interact with me or not.

Tldr; if you are an nsfw blog or creator, I would love to interact as long as topics BETWEEN US about Alastor specifically stay sfw! I really really really do not mind nsfw content that is created, even for Alastor. Please don't feel like you can never post it or I'll never talk to you.

BUT I draw a line at using my content to promote smut and other nsfw, since it makes me uncomfortable to see it in my notifications.