#ill add men as it goes

[sad-gay-cowboy]

What you don't understand is he's really pretty

[uzurakis]

hii again!! I’m here to request a Drabble/headcannon (doesn’t matter to me :3) where the reader gets approached by two strangers n one of them goes ‘hi my friend thinks you’re cute’ and motions to their friend next to them even though the jjk men (yuta and Megumi but feel free to add anyone else!) is literally RIGHT next to them (this happened during lunch a week ago n all my friends laughed at me 😭😭😭)

WHEN A STRANGER CALLS YOU CUTE IN PUBLIC!

featuring: gojo satoru. fushiguro megumi. yuuta okkotsu. itadori yuuji.

n. hi baby! i supposed you’re the same nonnie that requested the stalker one? thank you for trusting me with your requests cause yours are always enjoyable to write and your ideas are *french kiss*. i hope ya like this one and please if you have any ideas you wanna share, hmu! ill always write yours bby. mwaah xoxo

hey, excuse me! my friend thinks you’re cute . .

ITADORI YUUJI. you exchanged a surprised glance with itadori, who cracked a smile sheepishly. "oh yeah? thanks," he replied, clearly missing the implication. the stranger nudged their friend, urging them to speak up. "uh, yeah," offering a nervous smile. "you're really cute."

your boyfriend only chuckled, oblivious to their intentions. "right? my girlfriend is the cutest!” he said proudly, pinching your cheeks infront of them. “yuu, we’re in public..”

the strangers shared a bewildered look, realizing that their attempt to strike up a conversation with you had been unintentionally thwarted. "uh, yeah, you’re really lucky," the stranger managed to mumble before they awkwardly excuse themselves and slipped back into the crowd.

you and itadori watched them go, bemused expressions on your faces. "did you catch what they were trying to do?" you asked, stifling a laugh. itadori shook his head, still clueless. "nah, but it doesn't matter. i already know who the cutest one here is," he said, planting a kiss on your cheek, causing you to giggle at his oblivion.

GOJO SATORU. before you could respond, gojo stepped forward, subtly clearing his throat. you shot him a puzzled look, wondering what he was up to. “yeah? well, she's taken," declaring at once, voice laced with amusement as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

the strangers kept eyeing you curiously, seemingly undisturbed by the statement he made. "oh really? too awful," one of them remarked, maintaining a smile.

gojo raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing glance with you. it was clear they weren't getting the hint. with a sigh, he cleared his throat again, this time louder, as he firmly took your hand and started to lead you away. “sorry, folks, but we're kinda busy," your boyfriend said with a charming smile, gently steering you in the opposite direction.

as you both walked away, gojo grinned down at you. "just making sure they know who you belong to, darling,” he said, pulling you closer as you continued your walk through the path.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. you immediately glanced nervously at megumi beside you. however, your boyfriend remained silent, his expression unreadable as he gazed at the strangers.

unsure of how to reply, you gave the stranger a hesitant smile. megumi didn't express his jealousy, but it was obvious that he was still very much in the dark about it. the stress was literally radiating off of him. "um, thank you," you managed to murmur, feeling awkward under megumi's scrutiny.

the strangers seemed unfazed by megumi's silence, continuing to chat amicably with you. they asked questions, trying to engage you both in conversation, but megumi remained aloof, his attention solely focused on you. you glanced at him, catching the tightness in his jaw and the furrow in his brow. he was clearly uncomfortable, but he didn't make a move to pull you away from the strangers. rather, he only stood there, sulkily contemplating.

sensing his unease, you subtly shifted closer to him, hoping to offer some reassurance. megumi glanced down at you, his gaze softening ever so slightly before returning to the strangers, "hey, you done talking?" he shot at the strangers with thinly veiled irritation.

he then sighed, a hint frustration crossing his features. without another word, he gently took your hand and pulled you away from the conversation, his grip firm but not forceful. as you walked, you stole a glance at megumi, finding his expression softened slightly, his jealousy dissipating now that you were out of the strangers' reach. “i didn’t feel it like has to be said, but,” a tint of red swelled on his face, his eyes denying your gaze. “yeah, you’re always pretty. and if you need someone to say it, just,”

“just ask me, okay?”

YUTA OKKOTSU. you responded with a timid smile, sensing yuuta's comforting presence beside you. he let out a soft chuckle, his laughter soothed the situation as you thanked the compliment. "i appreciate it.”

yuuta's casual reaction didn’t appear to dismiss the strangers, as they continue to strike up a discussion as though you’ve been friends for years. while yuuta stays a silent yet watchful presence, they kept the questions going.

after a while, yuuta's smile widened, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he glanced at his watch. "it was fun talking to you guys," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "but me and my girlfriend need to be somewhere else."

you blinked in surprise at his sudden intervention, but the strangers took it in stride and finally offering their farewells. after they walked away, you turned to yuuta, curiosity piqued by his unexpected assertiveness.

"you’re not going to say anything about it?” you commented, impressed by his ability to not get jealous or anything else in between. yuuta brushed your hair, his gaze warm with affection. "cause they weren’t wrong though. you are the cutest.”

@uzurakis — reqs are open! <3

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 34

Jaskier is a succubus/incubus (Cause some sources say it's based on the entity's gender, and some say the name is based on the gender of the people they have sex with, so if he's a succubus or if he's an incubus is up to you, darling <3) Jaskier hasn't told Geralt of this, of course. He'd rather not add another thing to Geralt's seemingly endless list of things he hates about Jaskier. Jaskier jumps from bed to bed in towns, because he physically feeds on the passion of his little midnight trysts he has with lonely unsatisfied women in town. He'd go for men too, but doesn't need more mobs chasing him out of town and annoying Geralt. Geralt finally snaps at him one night, fed up with getting chased out of three fucking towns in a row. And the worst part isn't even the fact they keep getting thrown out. It's when Jaskier comes to him, ruffled, kiss-bruised, and reeking of sex he had with someone else. Jaskier, scared of Geralt leaving him behind, promises that he'll volunteer to have a dry-spell. No more cuckolding husbands for Jaskier, no sirree! However, being a succubus/incubus means that the longer he goes without some passion, the more weak he gets, and he starts to fall ill. Geralt grows increasingly worried. One night at camp, Geralt kisses Jaskier's forehead when Jaskier is asleep and he watches as color visibly returns to Jaskier's face, and Geralt's medallion hums. Geralt is now suspicious Jaskier has been cursed. Jaskier returns to looking peaky by the next morning. That is, until Geralt drags him into a hug on a hunch, and sure enough, Jaskier looks better. The more romantic the gesture, the more it seems to help Jaskier. Jaskier finally confesses what he is, bawling and sure that Geralt will banish him at the least and kill him at the most. Geralt is horrified, and hugs his friend close, promising he'd never do either. (BECAUSE THE MOUNTAIN BREAKUP SHOULD'VE NEVER LEFT THE WRITING ROOM) Geralt offers to have sex, wanting Jaskier to be healthy again, but Jaskier doesn't want the only time he gets to sleep with the love of his life to be when Geralt doesn't even love him back. He says as such, and Geralt stumbles his way through confessing that Jaskier's feelings are requited, and Geralt loves him too.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jill Filipovic at Slate:

Should the very state of being pregnant place women in a subclass of citizen, vulnerable to criminal prosecution or civil penalties for behavior that would be perfectly legal from a nonpregnant person? Judging by their proposed legislation and various legal antics, the anti-abortion movement says: Yes. Pregnant women simply should not have the same rights as any other U.S. citizen. Take, for example, efforts to criminalize the crossing of state lines for abortion. There is a very, very long tradition in the U.S. of allowing people to travel out of state to access medical care, and it’s so deeply ingrained we barely think about it. Consider, for example, the businesswoman who lives in New Jersey but works in New York City and so goes to the dentist in midtown Manhattan, or the dad who lives on the Kansas side of Kansas City but takes his sick kid to a specialist at a hospital on the Missouri side. A great many Americans don’t think twice about crossing state lines for health care. Abortion opponents are trying to change that for one group of people: pregnant women.

Conservative legal groups are already drafting model legislation to prevent pregnant women from traveling for abortions by legally penalizing anyone who helps them, a strategy used by the state of Texas in one of its abortion bans, which allows anyone in the U.S. to sue those who assist women with abortions—and be rewarded with a bounty paid by the state. The architect of that Texas abortion bounty law was Jonathan Mitchell, an anti-abortion activist (and Donald Trump lawyer) who is currently representing a Texas man in his quest to probe into his ex-girlfriend’s abortion, which she allegedly sought outside of their home state. Mitchell filed a petition to learn the details of this woman’s abortion for, he says, a potential future lawsuit. But to be clear, the woman in question did absolutely nothing illegal: Traveling out of state for health care, including abortion, is not against the law in Texas or anywhere else. It’s just that Mitchell and other abortion opponents would like to change that—and are apparently happy to represent controlling (and, in another case Mitchell took on, allegedly abusive) men to do it.

They’re also happy to reclassify pregnant women as a kind of sub-citizen who, by simple virtue of their pregnancy status, are not entitled to the same legal freedoms and protections as anyone else. A Texas woman who goes to a Colorado abortion clinic is being treated differently from any nonpregnant person who travels for a medical procedure—and you can bet that this categorization of pregnant people as suspect, should they travel out of state, will lead to all sorts of investigations and abuses.

Take this hypothetical: Say the anti-abortion movement succeeds and makes it a crime to travel out of state for an abortion. Say a woman in Idaho (where abortion laws are so extreme, they have no exceptions for saving a woman’s health) travels to Washington state, where abortion is legal, and gets her hands on abortion-inducing drugs. Say she’s not pregnant. Say she takes the drugs anyway. Has she committed a crime? Or, to use a more likely legal model, say Texas makes it a crime to help a woman travel for an abortion, and a Texas woman goes to Colorado, gets abortion-inducing drugs, and takes them, despite not being pregnant. Is the friend who helped buy her plane ticket still liable? Presumably not: No pregnancy means no abortion, which means no violation of an abortion ban. But if the two women in these scenarios had been pregnant, the legal calculus would be entirely different.

Or to use a perhaps more realistic scenario: Mifepristone, an abortion-inducing drug, is also commonly used to treat Cushing’s syndrome, and researchers say it has tremendous potential to treat other illnesses, too, from various cancers to PTSD. Under an anti-abortion legal scheme, if a Texas woman with Cushing’s syndrome travels out of state, gets mifepristone, and takes it, she (or those who help her) would face potential legal consequences only if she’s pregnant. It’s her status as a pregnant woman—not the act of traveling or even taking an abortion-inducing drug—that is the problem. And generally, the law frowns on making a person’s status—rather than their actions—the basis of a crime or a lawsuit. That’s part of treating all people equally under the law, and offering all people the equal protection of it.

Preventing pregnant women from crossing into a state for a legal medical procedure isn’t the only way in which the anti-abortion movement is attempting to curtail basic rights and protections for anyone carrying a pregnancy. Earlier this year, abortion opponents argued before the Supreme Court that pregnant patients should be treated differently than nonpregnant ones in cases of serious medical emergencies—that doctors and other health workers should be permitted to give pregnant women a substandard level of care, and to essentially refuse to appropriately stabilize them. If a woman comes in and is very ill, she’s entitled to one standard of care; if she comes in and is very ill and pregnant, that standard of care is lower in states that criminalize abortion.

At issue in the Supreme Court case, a ruling in which is expected early this summer, is the Emergency Medical Treatment and Labor Act (EMTALA), a law initially written to prevent hospitals from dumping seriously ill patients who couldn’t pay. Pregnant women in particular were often coming into hospitals in labor, only to be refused care; there were stories of women birthing in hallways and cars. EMTALA says that any hospital receiving federal Medicaid dollars (which is most hospitals, both public and private) must provide lifesaving care to anyone who walks through their doors, regardless of their ability to pay. That means that hospitals have an obligation to stabilize ill patients. (If they don’t have the ability to appropriately stabilize a patient, they must move the patient to a facility that does.)

Jill Filipovic wrote in Slate the insidious trend of anti-abortion hardliners making pregnant people 2nd class citizens by enacting laws criminalizing access to out-of-state abortion services (this is also applicable to gender-affirming care).

[devilmen-collector]

TV miniseries: King Solomon the Wise

So I'm having this idea for a while, it could be understood to be a WHB AU that is depicted like a TV miniseries.

Here's the overall synopsis

After a mysterious incident, MC is sent back to the past, to the biblical and historical period of Israelite people under King David, Solomon's father. They become associated with the young Solomon and his mother, Bathsheba. Things get complicated as MC has to navigate through the power struggle within the royal family and political intrigues. Last but not least, they have to deal with their own jealousy seeing Solomon gets together with the devils they love.

I can't write the whole series for this, that's too ambitious for me, but here I write the synopsis for each episode. Story will be based on narratives from the Bible and what I read from Jewish / Ethiopian tradition, with details I add or fix to fit with WHB lore and to include MC's role in the story.

(Reader's POV: you/your)

Episode 1: The Past

You wake up in a dark room and find that you are bound and put lying inside a magic circle. A person in dark hood appears and apologizes before reciting an incantation, the whole room is brightened up by the light of the magic circle.

The next time you open your eyes, you find yourself in a strange place with strange people speaking a strange language, but somehow you are able to understand it. You soon realize you are in the past. When you are lost and don't know where to go (and how to get back to your time period), you are found by Nathan the prophet, who sees resemblances between you and Bathsheba, Prince Solomon's mother. Thinking you are her relative, Nathan takes you to her. You and Bathsheba hit it off and she considers you as her own child. You become her retainer/lady-in-waiting and live in the royal palace. You meet the young Solomon who is secretly studying magic. He asks you to keep it a secret and he will share his knowledge with you, to which you agree.

Episode 2: The Throne

King David has multiple wives before Bathsheba and they gave him many sons before Bathsheba gave birth to Solomon. However, King David has sworn that Solomon would succeed him as king. After the death of the rebellious prince Absalom, the court is divided between Adonijah's faction and Solomon's faction, which in reality is led by Bathsheba because Solomon is still too young. Solomon's faction includes Nathan the prophet, some priests and the soldiers who once fought under King David.

King David is old and ill, and Adonijah takes the chance to proclaim himself king. Nathan the prophet, when he learns that Adonijah is trying usurp the throne, goes in the palace and reminds King David of his oath. King David gathers his men and orders for Solomon to be proclaimed king.

However, no one can find the young prince, Bathsheba asks you to find him, which you manage to do within a short time. Solomon tells you that he's not sure whether he wants to be king or not because of the heavy responsibility and he also wants to enjoy his freedom, but if he doesn't become king, the other faction will kill him and his mother. You say that you can't help Solomon but promise you will stay by his side to offer your (probably insignificant) support.

Solomon is taken to Nathan the prophet and is anointed and proclaimed king. Many men of Adonijah's faction become scared and flee. Adonijah has to surrender and submit to the young Solomon.

Episode 3: Retainer

King David dies and Solomon officially reigns over the kingdom, his mother Bathsheba becomes the Queen Mother. Adonijah asks to marry the young woman who took care of King David before he died (the old king never had sexual relation with her). Solomon takes this as a sign that Adonijah still desires the throne. He comes to you and asks for your opinion. You state your opinion that it might not be Adonijah's intention to attempt to gain the throne through such marriage, but you believe that Adonijah still habors the desire for the throne and there was no way he would give it up easily, at least without a fight. Solomon thanks you for your opinion. The next day, he orders that Adonijah be put to death, along with major members of his faction.

After the death of his rival for the throne, Solomon appoints you as his official retainer. And soon people know that you are his most trusted advisor.

Episode 4: Contract with the devil

Some years later, the kingdom of Egypt allies itself with the angels of God and attacks Jerusalem, putting the whole kingdom in danger. The Israelite army is no match for the Egyptian who has the help of the angelic power. Many just give up and advise Solomon to surrender, to which Solomon rages and says he would put to death whoever advises him to surrender.

Solomon once again comes to you for your opinion. You know that he already has the answer in his mind and you remember the story Satan told you so you tell him to act what he thinks is the best. However, you excuse yourself from meeting the devils with him because you don't want to mess up the timeline, although Solomon takes it that you are too religious to face the devil.

You help Solomon gather the materials needed before leaving him alone when he summons Satan, the king of wrath.

Episode 5: The Devils

Soon enough, with the help of the devils, Solomon is able to defeat the invaders. Solomon is then invited to Hell. Before taking the trip to Hell, Solomon appoints you as the regent. You also tell Solomon that he must not tell the devils your real name if he ever mentions you with them. Solomon then asks what fake name he should give the devils if he happens to mention you, you answer "Ra-on".

Solomon leaves for Hell and you are left in charged of the kingdom for some months. After some time, Solomon returns but you feel something is strange with him. Soon enough, two women bring a child to the king, both claiming to be the mother of the child, Solomon orders for the child to be cut in half. Although the problem is resolved because the real mother is willing to give up the child rather than seeing him dead, you realize the king is not the real Solomon. You summon the priests, and with their help, you are able to expel the devil pretending to be Solomon.

Episode 6: The Temple

The real Solomon finally returns and he begins to gather more virgins to be his wives and concubines. You take it to be the influence of Hell. Although King David did have many wives, it never reached the scale of Solomon.

The angel Lucifer appears to Nathan the prophet, telling him to remind Solomon to build for God a worthy temple, for which God has put Solomon on the throne. You are nearly caught by Lucifer because he can feel the angel's brand, but he has to get back immediately to solve a conflict between his brothers, and so you manage to avoid him.

With the help of the devils, despite their indignation, Solomon manages to build a worthy temple for God.

People start to notice that you look the same even though many years have passed. You decide to wear a mask/veil to hide your face from then on. You come to the conclusion that it must be because you are living in the wrong time period so your body is not growing old.

Episode 7: Envy

God appears to Solomon in a dream, asking for what he desires. God is pleased that Solomon asks for wisdom and He promises to give Solomon many other things. Solomon soon finds favor with God.

Over the years, Solomon keeps going to Hell and back, everytime he tells you, his most trusted friend, what he experiences in Hell, including his sex life. Sometimes, when he does that, you cannot help but feeling envious. You try to hide your emotions behind the mask/veil. Though sometimes you fail to do that and have to ask to return to your room. There are nights when you find yourself waking up and crying alone. You know that they are (or will be) your devils - your lovers. Seeing them with another man, who is both your ancestor and in this timeline, your best friend, breaks your heart.

One day, you ask Solomon whether he loves the devils, in the romantic way. Solomon answer he doesn't. You try to calm your heart but you couldn't. You know many devils love Solomon, and they expect him to return that feeling. You feel anger towards Solomon. Maybe because how you grew up with Minhyeok, you don't feel comfortable with what "friends-with-benefits" signify. You ask to retire for the rest of the day, to which Solomon approves. You return to your room, you let anger, envy, overthinking and other bad emotions to invade you as you shut yourself inside the room.

Episode 8: The Queen of Sheba

Over the years, Solomon only increases his harem of his human women, now including the princesses from surrounding kingdoms, and you are tasked with building new palaces for the new wives and concubines, which greatly adds to your stresses.

The Queen of Sheba comes to Jerusalem because she has heard the wisdom of Solomon and she wants to test him. Solomon passes the test with ease, and the Queen is enamoured with not just Solomon's face and body, but also how wise he is. They have sexual relation and not long after, she is pregnant with his child. This causes an uproar because Solomon has had a child with the monarch of another country, and surrounding countries fear that this may upset the balance in the region if the child is a boy and grows up succeeding both kingdoms.

Fearing another war, you come to the Queen of Sheba and advises her to leave Solomon, because it's the safest option for both her child and the two kingdoms, to which the Queen agrees. The Queen of Sheba leaves and goes back to her kingdom, where she gives birth to a son and names him Menelik.

Upon knowing what you did, Solomon confronts you and you two have a heated arguments, because Solomon has never met a woman who is both beautiful and wise like the Queen of Sheba, and he might have really loved her.

Episode 9: The devils' influence

Thanks to his time in Hell, Solomon manages to stay young for many years, which earns only the disapproval and hatred of people in the royal court. People start to despite Solomon and blame him for any mishap they encounter. And the fact that Solomon started to allow his wives to bring in the worship of other gods didn't help his case.

In time, Nathan the prophet passes away, and even Bathsheba the Queen Mother has become very frail due to her old age. One day, when you were invited to a meal with her, she tells you the story of her first husband, Uriah and how King David became enamoured with her after seeing her bathing, which led to King David summoned her and had sexual relation with her. After they slept together, David cunningly arranged for the death of Uriah so he could legitimately take her. You ask her if she could change the past, would she do it? She answered she was unsure because having the kings listening to her gave her a pretty good feeling. Some time later, Bathsheba also dies, but Solomon couldn't return in time for his mother's funeral, which displeases everyone in the court.

Episode 10: No Answer

Solomon spends most of his time in Hell. And in time, even God moves to Hell. But even then, God is present everywhere and He still gives signs of accepting the sacrifices offered by the priests of the Israelite kingdom.

But one day, no one in Hell can find where God is. He has completely disappeared, along with the mother of devils, Lilith. This escalates the conflict with Heaven, and the Seraphim accuse Hell of killing God, and a great war looming over both sides.

The disappearance of Him affects you too, when the priests receive no sign that the offerings have been accepted, they come to you and ask for guidance. You know the time has come in that point of history and order that the priests keep offering the sacrifices as normal as pretend nothing happened to not cause further chaos.

Meanwhile, you become acquainted with Rehoboam, one of many sons of Solomon.

Episode 11: Chaos

Seeking the ruin of Solomon's kingdom, the angels instigate many men, who are Solomon's subjects, to rise up and rebel against Solomon. The rebellions cause much chaos in the kingdom, and you start to develop migraine trying to solve the chaos.

You know the kingdom needs Solomon back and you have to go to Hell to get him. Knowing that the devils can see your soul and you are afraid of messing up the timeline, you come to the High Priest and ask him to give you a blessing to veil your soul from the devils. The High Priest has his servants make a robe with the Name of God on it and he blesses it. You wear the robe and use magic that you were taught by Solomon during your time spent together to enter Hell.

You are attacked by the devil guard of Gehenna, Cocks, and he intents to kill you, but you tell him you are Solomon's advisor and you come to see him. He takes you to Solomon, who confirms your identity. You tell Solomon that the kingdom is in unprecedented crisis and everyone needs him back. Sitri is suspicious of you because devils can't see your soul, he tells Solomon not to go with you. But Solomon tells him he trusts you. The devils say farewell to Solomon and they force him to promise he will be back. Solomon promises what they want, but he adds if he doesn't come back, someone else will come back in his place, to which the devils protest. Solomon only smiles at them before walking through the portal with you. The fact that Solomon is so loved by devils only fuels your envy even more, but no devil could see it because you are wearing the robe with the Name of God and blessing.

Episode 12: Divided Kingdoms

The Seraph Gabriel appears to a subject of Solomon named Jeroboam and instigate him to rise up against Solomon. His rebellion fails and he flees to Egypt. Gabriel has Michelleel write a prophecy in God's name, which appoints Jeroboam to be king over 10 out of 12 tribes of Israel, leaving only the tribe of Judah for Solomon's descendants.

Solomon meets with his son, Rehoboam, and asks him what we would do as a king in this crisis. Rehoboam's answers of only using force and violence disappoints Solomon and Solomon decides he will have another son as heir.

Solomon decides to contact the Queen of Sheba and have his son, Menelik, come over to be his new heir. Rehoboam learns of this and comes to you for help. You seek out the messenger and takes the letter from him. Since you are Solomon's most trusted retainer, the messenger gives you the letter, which you burn after he left.

However, you realize that you need to silence the messenger, so you send someone to kill him before he manages to return to meet Solomon. Solomon still discovers the murder nonetheless, although he hasn't learned who was behind it. You start to hear a voice in your head telling you to kill Solomon to avoid being exposed and to end your misery, since he is the start of it all.

You find some drugs and put them in Solomon's drink. After drinking from the cup you brought, Solomon becomes weakened. He realizes your betrayal. But before he could use your magic on you, you take the silk curtain and strangle him. As you strangle him, you vent all your anger and jealousy on him, especially about the devils, of whom you said they were left to you in the future because he was dead and couldn't have them anymore, like leftovers being given to a dog.

After Solomon died, you proclaim Rehoboam the new king. Jeroboam also returns from Egypt and most people of the kingdom (10/12 tribes) follow him in their rebellion. The united kingdom is divided into two, the northern Kingdom of Israel, ruled by Jeroboam, and the southern Kingdom of Judah, ruled by Rehoboam.

Jeroboam betrays Gabriel by worshipping other gods, which makes Gabriel angry and write another prophecy that Jeroboam's throne will change to other people not of his descendants many times.

Rehoboam summons you and intends to put you to death, he tells you that you are too powerful to be left alive. Saddened by his betrayal, you use magic to escape and leave the court forever.

Over the next 3000 years, you live with many disguises and identities, you witness the rises and falls of hundreds of kingdoms and empires, the rises and falls of many people, wise and fool alike.

In the present, you gain the information from an Unholyc acquaintance that Asmodeus has returned to Hell. You know that's your cue to act. You need to send your young and naive self to the past to repeat history and replace them in the present.

And that's the whole thing for my TV miniseries idea. Please let me know what you guys think :3

[tonight-i-may-see]

"Burn." Preview (Rossi!Unsub!Reader Chapter 1)

preview under the cut (word count: 750)

chapter cws: graphic descriptions of: murder, general physical harm other cws for: disturbing thoughts, grief, parental trauma, mental illness, unreliable narrator, canon divergent plot (in terms of Krystall Richards), reader is Krystall's son, male!reader

(Note: I will post a series cw list once the first chapter is done along with individual ones for each chapter. Also if you think I need to add any cws please feel free to comment and I'll get them added!)

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It got easier, the more he did it.

Whether it was his strength improving, or muscle memory, he wasn’t sure. But still here he is now, a year into this endeavour. The first time was an accident, he’d told himself, but deep down he knew it wasn’t. Deep down he’d craved for years to get revenge on the man who had ruined him- who had left him with no chance because he wasn’t the one he wanted. He shouldn’t have survived, so he was going to make his life hell in return. 

The grave he’d stood at was small, kept in a garden with other tiny plaques and memorial pebbles- anything that could fit a name and one date on it. 28 years. An older brother that he never met, and yet for all 25 of those 28 years he’d lived through, he’d been reminded that brother was everything he’d never be-

“Richards.” A voice ripped him from his thoughts, a bored and uninterested tone accompanying the tired look on his coworker’s face. He stares blankly, clearly there was a question he hadn’t heard, and was about to hear again. “I asked how your weekend was.” 

A shrug is the only answer she gets. Not that that was anything new, he wasn’t the talkative type, which was precisely why he worked on a tech team. Less people, less interaction, less annoyance. In the time it had taken him to raise and drop his shoulders, the woman across from him had started up her daily rant about her husband and how he refused to pull his weight around the house, how she hated him but not enough to leave him because of the kids. Richards scoffed slightly, earning a pause from the unhappy wife. Fathers were a constant thought in his mind, something he both despised and craved, like picking open the same wound over and over again till it scars so deep you’re changed forever. Not some pigmented reminder of the past, but a deep, ragged fissure that goes almost to bone. Something that can’t be hidden. That’s what his father had done to him, and he wasn’t even there. 

So was it better to lose a father who was useless when he was there? Or never have one and live knowing you aren’t wanted? Does it hurt less to look him in the eye when he chooses to take no responsibility? 

Well, he thought it was better to save those kids the trouble. It was better to watch the panic in their eyes, watch the pain and tears and hear their pleading, suddenly so ready to be a father now it was life or death. They’d thank him one day, he was sure of it, and one day he’d get to see that panic in the eyes of the man who made him this in the first place- who had written so many times of sons scorned by fathers that turned to pain and death to cope, not once thinking of the baby boy he’d abandoned before he even got the chance to live happily. This was his fault. Those men could’ve lived, those kids would have had a chance too, but he was selfish. How unfortunate, truly.

The rest of the work day drags disgustingly slowly until finally he’s in his car, scanning the lot to watch his coworker get into her shitty beat up minivan. The licence plate was scribbled on a note in his pocket, having taken it down this morning, all he’d have to do is send it to one of his…friends…and they’d get him her address with the right payment. Soon enough that worthless piece of shit she’d married would be gone. If she knew his plans, she’d thank him. That’s what he told himself. Every single time.

[castlebyersafterdark]

I agree with you. The people who have problems with byler having sex are the younger fans. It has nothing to do with sexuality or gender. They are always calling people pedophiles for liking "their teen ship." It doesn't belong to them. I know many people have said this, but I think Will and Mike are meant to give a coming-of-age to people who never got one in the 80s. I think teens today have a hard time relating to it. Which may be part of the reason they are uncomfortable when people talk about it being groundbreaking. It's also noteworthy that no one gives a fuck when people were talking about mileven having sex at 14. A thing that was far more problematic for a lot of reasons. But byler having sex when they are older and emotionally mature is an issue for people. Adults tend to be more mature about sex. But this fandom in particular has been crazy to witness. The younger fans don't really get how to act in a fandom in general. They get upset if people have crack ships or do anything that isn't strictly canon. They get upset if someone has a theory that goes against what they like. They get upset if anyone actually has a background in a topic and knows more than them (i.e. there used to be a lot of people here who studied film and talked about that. At least up until a lot of younger people got upset they were proving their theories wrong. Then they got attacked for it.)

Being freaked out by sex falls in line with the rest of their behavior. Which is odd considering how many porn bots Tumblr has. You'd think they'd be more comfortable with it. But the people who are discussing spicy byler stuff are doing totally normal fandom things and I personally haven't witnessed anyone being creepy about this. So the outrage is (what a shock) out of proportion to the discussion that people are having about it. I think with this fandom in particular, there may have been more gay men in it at one point, but so many people have left now due to the hostility. I know Will means a lot to them so it's a shame if this is true. But I've seen a lot of homophobia coming from young people as well. Especially directed at Noah. It's possible they just left because they didn't want to listen to it anymore. I also thought it was funny and really odd that that one ask specifically mentioned lesbians being uncomfortable with byler having sex. WHY? No one is forcing them to have sex with a man if they watch it! It won't make them straight. People tend to like sex in general regardless of their own orientation. I'm sure there are lesbians around here who support the ship and the rep it brings and want it to be a good story too.

I don't have much more to add but this is a very good read on the current fandom culture in general!!

My hope moving forward is that well-adjusted and mature, level-headed fans just trying to have a good time exploring all a fandom/ship offers can find their people and seek out these little circles until the greater fandom changes as time moves forward, don't engage with contentious people who are probably teens ill-equipped to handle the world outside their own perspective yet, and keep speaking up against any hatred. Wish I'd done that in the past but, well. Here I am now. Continuously crossing my fingers for change on the horizon 🤞🤞🤞

[ladyofthe-lake]

"Sick Day" — a Suptober ficlet

Day 21: Cozy Treat

Summary:

Human!Cas forces Dean to take a sick day in the bunker.

Now that Castiel knows how it feels to be human, he insists on caring for Dean with far more attention than is necessary when Dean catches the flu.

He’s certain it came from the haunted preschool he and Sam had investigated a few days back in Nebraska. (All the kids safe. All the adults… mostly safe.) He’d come home grumbling about how those places are little petri dishes for germs, and voila, now he’s on day three of a full-raging flu.

If Cas had his angel mojo back, he’d zap the germs right out of Dean’s body, and that’d be damn nice right about now. But as it is, Cas has been using the Internet to find all the home remedies for illness, and he’s overly concerned about Dean’s wellbeing to the point where it’s just kind of annoying.

Cas forces Dean to stay back when Sam heads out to investigate something a few towns over; he wants to protest because dammit, Sam is the one with the fucking angel healing him inside his body! He’s the one who almost died! But a coughing fit and Castiel’s gentle hand pushing him back down onto his bed ended the argument.

It does feel damn good to be in one place, especially when he’s sick. Last time anyone made him chicken soup and let him lay in bed all day watching TV, he was four, off from school for the day, just a few weeks before everything went to shit.

It’s kind of nice, the way Cas has been putzing around him, heating up soup from a can, making him tea, remembering the times and dosages of the over-the-counter medicine he’d brought home for him. (And Dean had told him that it was not likely, in the course of one illness, that he’d blow through seven boxes of DayQuil, but it was good that Cas stocked them up.)

Now, Cas peers around the bedroom doorway and Dean hits the mute button, looking up from his fortress of tissues. “Dean,” he says carefully, taking a step into the room.

“Hmm?”

“There is a… slight issue.”

Dean jumps up out of bed, giving himself a moment of vertigo, but in his experience, slight issue means serious endangerment to both life and limb. “What happened?”

“Well, in the cookbook that I found…”

Dean curses. “Dammit, those Men of Letters cookbooks are crazy, Cas,” he says. Many of them just indicated, rather than specific amounts of ingredients, to add sprinkles or dashes or season to your heart’s content . Dean knows – he’s read through most of them in his pursuit to break in this new kitchen of theirs, to make the bunker a home.

“I understand that now,” Cas says, hedging as he follows Dean down the hallway, though Dean lurches a bit to the side as his stuffed head continues to fight off dizziness. And despite his clogged nose, he can still smell–

“Did you burn something, Cas?” he demands, turning the corner into the kitchen to see the charred remains of what seem to have been cookies, sitting in a pan on top of the stove.

“Only a bit,” Cas says, and Dean barks a genuine laugh.

“Only a bit?” He taps his finger to one of the cookies. “This is a hockey puck. How long did you cook ‘em?”

“Well, the recipe said ‘high temperatures’ until ‘cooked well’ so… I just turned the oven on as high as it goes.”

Dean balks. “Okay, that’s the issue then.” He picks up the cookie and hits it against the counter. It sounds like a hammer.

“Is there any way to salvage them?” Cas asks, looking guilty and a bit desperate. And Dean knows that Cas likely knows the answer – no, there’s no coming back from this. But he also knows that Cas is probably more upset with his lack of mojo at the moment than anything else. Used to be, he could just make cookies with a flick of the wrist. Now he’s fighting vague old recipes and a 60 year old oven.

“Not really,” Dean says, trying to be gentle, to let him down easy. “Why’d you wanna make cookies anyway, you can get ‘em from the store, you know.”

“Well, I found a list on the Internet for how to take care of someone who's sick. Number one said that you might be comforted by a cozy treat,” Cas admits. “And cookies were on the top of the list. It said that they were the easiest to make.”

Dean doesn’t hide his smile. Maybe it’s the meds, maybe he’s just tired, maybe he’s… happy. Genuinely happy. “It’s okay, Cas. You don’t have to do anything. I’m just glad you’re here takin’ care of me – ‘cozy treat’ or no.”

Cas smiles a bit, and then Dean says, “Well, what’s the next item on the list? After the cozy treats?”

Cas pulls out his phone again to peer at it, and Dean sees a blush spread across his cheeks. “Ah. We can skip this one, it says uh, cuddling can be helpful.”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “Well. Always worth a try, yeah?”

And yep, he’s definitely hopped up on these meds, but he doesn’t really mind.

[astheforcewillsit]

Order 66 is somehow averted. But Obi-Wan still fights Anakin. And wins.

And the clones...well they have stigma about killing a brother. They simply do not do that. And if they do, it's not without consequence.

Not without judgment.

Cody hears rumors about it in the barracks. His head is still a mess from his chip being removed, his brain pulsing "good soldiers follow orders" and the absolute battle it took to break he and his troops away from that.

And Cody thinks these rumors are just some shitty echo of the remnants of his chip--or some terrible telephone game taken place through the ranks his men.

Who too have had some of the most invasive brain surgery every.

Because if Obi-wan Kenobi hurt Anakin, then they're worse of than they started.

He wouldn't hurt him. No matter how bad things got (and goodness, were they bad now) he wouldn't hurt Anakin, not--

His door hisses open.

Boil has come into his space. Frantic. His brown eyes are wide. Worried.

Scared.

"Did you hear what he did to General Skywalker?"

Against Cody's wishes, Boil unveils what has already spread through GAR. What adds fuel to the fire and confusion that has become their New Republic.

Anakin was the Sith. He stood by while Palpatine ordered the Jedi to die. He marched through the temple with Cody's brothers and made them slaughter those younglings (those brothers who had eaten their blasters, who had thrown themselves off of the highest peak after realizing what they'd done. Those brothers who would have still been controlled had Fox not killed the Chancellor).

Anakin fought Obi-Wan on Mustufar. Anakin lost.

Anakin might be dead.

(A selfish part of Cody only thinks about what that might mean for Obi-Wan. He finds it hard to care for Anakin now, knowing what he knows of him.)

If Obi-Wan has turned against Anakin, then kriff have they fallen.

They stay talking until the sun goes down.

Until Obi-Wan eventually comes back.

They can feel him before he even enters the room.

Obi Wan has never lost control of his Force. He knows what power he carries with him. He knows the impact it has on his men, and as a force of nature has been careful to manage his emotions around them. Yet today, this evening, Boil tugs at the high collar of his blacks like his standing under the sun. Cody swallows thickly, dryly, like he's been thrown into the sands of Tatooine.

Obi-Wan's Force is all consuming.

And Boil gives Cody a look that chills him. It's one he's seen too many times before. Before a clone went alone with a general who was too aggressive (he thinks of Krell, and thinks that last time his brother entered that room with the Jedi was the last time he was seen alive. Krell had called it an accident). Before one of the commanders decided to step in for a meeting with a Senator that was too handsy for a shiny.

And not once have any of his men looked at him like that when it concerned Obi-Wan.

Not once. Never.

Until now. Until he maimed his brother.

"Good luck." Boil says this, unfortunately at the same time that Obi-Wan walks in. He makes a hasty salute to the General, pressing himself in against the wall as the General passes by.

Cody locks eyes with his younger brother. Boil would stay if he Cody asked him.

But with a nod, he is dismissed.

Cody looks at Obi Wan and he is nauseous. It takes him a moment to ground himself. The Force has never made him physically ill. At least not from Obi Wan. Never from Obi-Wan.

But right now he fights the urge to vomit in the nearest bin.

Obi-Wan must realize this. Because suddenly the air is lighter. He can breathe again. He doesn't feel like he's eating sand. And his stomach is somewhat calm.

He wishes he could say the same for his general.

Obi-Wan is covered in a fine layer of soot, only permeated by the tear streaks running down his face.

His robes are burned. His eyes are hollow. His lightsaber is not in his side.

He's seen Obi-Wan war trodden before. But never like this.

They don't speak.

He doesn't ask if Anakin is still alive. Boil said some of the 501st saw General--the Sith--Anakin. Or what was left of him. The burnt husk of a man, like tar on the side of the road, left to bake in the sun until some cleaning droid scrapped it off of the side of the road.

Obi-Wan is wordless as he slumps onto Cody's bunk. He still smells of sulfur and soot, and ash gets on Cody as Obi-Wan covers him.

He clings onto his commander like a life source. Like he will die without him.

This is different. And it scares Cody. Obi-Wan has never acted...broken. He has always managed to pull himself together. 

Anakin--the Sith--told Cody that after Qui-Gon, he had pulled himself together. 

After Satine, they watched him walk onto the bridge a Jedi again. 

But this...this isn't normal.

Obi-Wan is the one who stays with terror stricken brothers, who lulls them to sleep with the Force. Who grants them a painless death on the battlefield as they March On to the next life. He is the one who stays up red eyed with Cody, as the clone sobs and sobs about the endless, bloody fate of his brother. 

Obi-Wan is the rock of the 212. But this...

This is different. 

Cody twists and turns with his general, accommodating his bulk until he has settled into a somewhat comfortable position. 

They had ostracized Fox for killing Fives--accidentally (and Force, they know it was a mistake now. They know he had no choice, and he has not been left alone since that revelation was made).

Cody doesn't know what to say to a man who willingly sliced his brother in quarters, but he will not abandon him. Not  this time. 

He hopes the others will follow along. 

Though for now, he holds him tightly.

(ao3 link here)

[nuwildcat]

Well I thought I was going to do a one and done meta for Man Suang but it turns out that I was wrong. Let's talk about ships and metaphors team.

Water first comes into play right in the thick of our trouble. Khem has just threatened to go to Bodisorn with the documents incriminating Chat's father. He gives Chat two days to do something and then we get this delicious angsty moment:

Chat in full existential crisis thinking back on a conversation with his father where he tells Chat that it's good that he doesn't want to be a civil servant.

And then he says this: But you must remember my words. It is ill striving against the stream. You will be ruined.

Luckily for Chat he gets a proper application of cat before having to deal with more drama when the fireworks explode.

Shout out to Ruang for his stellar acting when that goes down.

But that's not the last time that we hear about a stream and when we get it again, we add boats.

I really like the way they chose to reveal information at the end of the movie, cutting between different scenes to give us the whole picture of what happens to our characters after Hong's dramatic reveal and our conflict resolution.

There are two distinct conversations that bring up the stream, one with Chat and Bodisorn and the other with Chat and Khem.

Chat and Bodisorn's conversation is threaded through from start to finish at the ending scenes of the movie. Starting with Chat trying to turn over the incriminating documents.

There's a lot to unpack in that conversation but for now let's focus on the streams/boats.

Before this conversation is resolved we get Khem saying this:

A steamboat is made for the sea. A sailboat follows the wind. And a row boat can plough through every canal and river.

Here Khem is calling himself a rowboat. The Phrai status he has chosen to keep, turning down the offer of a title and land, is no longer a symbol of his powerlessness, but instead how he plans to leverage and change his circumstances. As a dancer at Man Suang, he is going to build his own form of power instead of having it given to him.

Adorably Chat shoots him some serious heart eyes at this statement but our boy is more than just smitten, he's charmed how they both think so similarly.

BECAUSE HERE IS THE THING. The conversation with Bodisorn that we start the end of the movie with? It happened before Chat and Khem have this talk.

Which means that Chat has already said this:

My father always told me that it's ill striving against the stream. But I don't think so. Now Siam has steamboats that can strike against the stream, wave, and wind, right?

And then we cut directly to credits.

To the best of our knowledge, Chat and Khem don't discuss the warning that Chat's father gives him, which means Khem's use of the boat metaphor comes naturally.

If you're wondering where the relationship that Khem and Chat have post Man Suang stems from, I would argue that this moment, this conversation is one of the key sparks that could lead to the presumably romantic feelings we are being promised in Shine.

Two men, from completely different worlds, meeting due to circumstances and despite their differences, sharing a mindset. A core understanding, that with the right position and power, you can change the world.

Whether you are a steamboat or a row boat.

[david-talks-sw]

It's a shame that the multi-media franchise of star wars have twisted the original narrative of the Jedi. I really love the sequel trilogy, I love season 7 of TCW, and Dave Filoni is amazing storyteller. But over the years, it's gotten to the point where the Jedi are being criticized to such a degree that now some people believe the Jedi should've changed their entire belief system. It's great to criticize the Jedi. They are flawed and not perfect. But now because they are now being framed negatively over the past 2-3 years and so now, some justify their genocide, disrespect their belief system, and believe Anakin was a poor victim who got caught up in everything. Lucasfilm or any writer is to blame for this, but I think people need to look a little more deeper into the media literacy behind star wars, and consider the fact that a child is going to love the Jedi despite their flaws and will be sad when they see them get killed. Because star wars is made for children who can look up to the Jedi as role models.

All of this.

I frankly don't know what else to add, @thecenturyofmusic said it all.

I also think there's an argument to be made for shifting global values.

I don't know about how it was in the U.S. specifically, but I don't remember there being as much of an emphasis on mental health back in the early 2000s as there is today.

Back then, I remember many fans sorta getting the core story but hating it, which resulted in a lot of them just bashing the Prequels.

Nowadays, a spin has been put on the Prequels wherein Anakin is the poster boy for the mental illness, he's just a victim:

he grew up a slave which gave him severe PTSD,

then was ripped away from the arms of his mother by

an elite order of emotionless monks whose emotionally-repressing teachings are the perfect representation of toxic masculinity and force you to never get emotionally attached,

who berated and rejected him at every turn,

he also doesn't have a father figure except for the Chancellor, who grooms him and isolates him,

and instead of supporting him in his hour of need, the Jedi hurt Anakin psychologically to a degree where at some point he just loses it and kills them all, because as far as he's concerned they were evil to him.

And... yeah. It can be interpreted that way. It resonates more to people when seen that way.

But it wasn't meant to be seen that way.

If it was, then we'd have seen very different Prequels.

Watto would have physically abused Anakin left and right like he's DiCaprio in Django: Unchained, instead of joking around about humans with him.

Shmi would've been on the ground crying, holding Anakin's leg and screaming "please no give me back my babyyyy!!!"

Literally every shot of the Jedi emoting, screaming, chuckling, being worried would be absent and they'd all speak with a monotonous voice, including Yoda, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

If we were supposed to feel like Anakin is in the right and the Jedi are in the wrong then we'd be shown an Anakin who isn't petulant, arrogant and overly emotional. We'd see a normal person who gets berated by a group of unfeeling old men.

Anakin wouldn't call Obi-Wan his father twice (which is admittedly a nuanced situation because while Anakin may see Obi-Wan as a father, Obi-Wan sees Anakin as a little brother so hey).

We'd see Anakin explicitly state that he's afraid of his wife dying, maybe carrying her unconscious body to the temple steps begging for help only for someone to reject him at the door because "it goes against protocol" and that's when Palpatine swoops in.

Y'know, more explicit, emotion-eliciting stuff?

But we didn't see any of that. Because it wasn't about any of that. If it was, then it goes about delivering its message in the weakest way possible.

While nowadays, the popular take is that Anakin's downfall is the fault of everyone around him, the intended take was that Anakin's fall was his own fault. Anakin is a victim of his own flaws.

The Prequels weren't meant to show you what happens when you keep pushing a mentally unstable person, they were about cautioning children about not giving in to their own fear and greed.

"How does a good kid become a bad man?" He let his inner demons - fear, anger, greed - get the better of him.

And that's not necessarily a take most people agree with these days, but that takes us back to how much importance you actually give to GL's original vision.

[phantomsghoulette]

Kingdom of Heaven STORY IDEA

This post goes out to all the Kingdom of Heaven fans that write ffs, especially about our King - Baldwin IV

Now this idea may not be historically correct but I still need someone to make a story out of it. I'm talking A LONG ASS story with many chapters because I'm somehow a hopeless romantic when it comes to Baldwin.

So here's the story:

(Please use Y/N for Tiberias' daughter and not some name)

We start off long before Baldwin was born, when Tiberias and his wife arrive in the Kingdom of Heaven. Later on they have a daughter together, around the same time Baldwin was born. Tiberias already has a close relationship with the royal family at this time because of his wise knight shit. At some point Tiberias' wife dies and he has to raise their daughter on his own and he starts taking her to the palace where her and young Baldwin would often play together and develope a friendship. At some point Baldwin's illness is discovered. The priests and higher ranked people try to find a wife for him asap in order to keep the bloodline but every woman kindly rejects, scared of the illness so they just accept Baldwin's lonely fate. His illness is slowly taking over his body and Tiberia's daughter decides to take care of him, not being scared of him no matter how disfigured he looks. But when Baldwin notices that he's slowly developing feelings for her and that his face looks more and more sinister and his limbs are slowly becoming useless, he becomes kinda distant because he's scared to confess his feelings.

Remember that scene in the movie when Baldwin asks Balian to marry Sybilla? That's when he confesses his feelings. So let's imagine Tiberias' daughter is there too and when the men are done talking Baldwin sends off Balian and Tiberias but wants Y/N to stay. "No, Y/N. Not you. I need to talk to you. Stay... please." Or something like that. And we all know that Baldwin knew that Jerusalem was doomed because of his sister and that's why his confession goes something like:

"You know there is one more thing I could have done to save Jerusalem and its people... and I'm now regretting that I haven't done this."

Y/N: "And that would be?"

Baldwin: "Making you my wife"

And then he goes on with his cheesy romantic medieval confession. And Y/N confesses too bla bla bla and she then even takes off his mask and kisses him on the corner of his lips (one side of his mouth wasn't that damaged, remember?).

On his death day she takes care of his wounds one last time.

Make their last conversation HEARTWRENCHING. I WANNA CRY.

After his death Y/N seeks comfort in her father. Make it a wholesome daughter - father relationship (idk how to do that because I never had a father lmaoooo)

How the story ends is for you to decide. Maybe Y/N goes to Cyprus with Tiberias because she cannot take it to watch the Kingdom fall that Baldwin created and led with so much love and respect for the people.

You can also add some suggestive themes. For example Baldwin dreaming about getting intimate with Y/N because he's just that touch-deprived.

So yeah if anyone would be willing to take on this idea - you're more than welcome to do so and I'd DEFINITELY read it. I personally am not good at writing GOOD stories because English isn't my first language and I would ruin the story by using "basic" English. And since Kingdom of Heaven takes place during medieval times you need to write such stories in "fancy" English.

Anyways. I had to get this off my semi-autistic mind or else I would have gone CRAZY.

I just hope this post reaches the right people🙏

[st-armand]

Hobie Brown & Anarchism: A Discussion Pt 2 (Race)

Authors Note: This is my dissertation for the discourse about Hobie’s politics being misrepresented as your friendly community radical leftist

Warnings: Political Ideologies, mentions of violence and oppression

Hobie’s politics are intertwined deeply with his race, as previously stated in my random headcanons post I talked about Hobie being a Jamaican Brit, he has a lot of great analysis on colonization and imperialism, living in a colonized state of New London

(Again I’ve headcanoned Hobie to live in Lenapehoking **New York/Brooklyn and the surrounding areas** that was recolonized by the British Government and renamed New London, I’ll say he was raised in Camden but he relocated to New London when his family decided to leave due to many poor people being displaced to the new settlement. He still exists in the 70s for the most part but sometimes I do set it in modern times, there are some books ill add that are after Hobie’s time period)

Hobie is in touch with his Caribbean roots, a roadman, but an islander at heart, his grandparents raised him very similarly to their own upbringing in Jamaica, he’s well versed in the liberative politics of the Caribbean, keeping track of coupes, falsely installed leaders, environmental activism, labor strikes and organizations, and queer liberation movements, he knows he’s unable to support their struggle physically but as Spiderman he’s vocal about the efforts of those overseas fighting against settler colonialism.

There are often times where there a diaspora groups who have movements in the colonial lands for their homelands, and those are instances where he can be present to fight, and protect.

Hobie is a dark skinned black man, he’s spent his life navigating colorism and antiblackness, whether you headcanon him as other, he still has existed in spaces where black men and women trans and cis have faced antiblackness, misogynoir and trans-misognynoir, from his family, himself and his community.

For many years he spent time witnessing these acts from people around him (Like how many of us know what family members to trust with our identities and politics because of how lax and unaware the adults we were raised with speak), I don’t see him as the person to spew hate, but he has had to unlearn constructs around colorism and his social political understanding of the world, first through lived experience, then through learned information, and then through community action—praxis.

I’d personally headcanon him as possibly genderqueer and asexual (like myself) due to how often he’s the receiving end of unwanted sexual attention, he enjoys sex, but sees it as an intimate act with people he needs to trust. Saying this he still had to navigate being queer in homophobic and transphobic in black spaces, (This is for all my black trans friends, white trans people please don’t use this as a reason to be anti-Black, this is a intracommunity conversation.)

He was lucky to have an expanse of siblings with varying gender expressions and sexuality so his home was a safe space, but he still wasn’t immune to facing this violence.

He goes hard for dark skinned black people, and black people who aren’t conventionally attractive, he knows he has privilege with his looks and how that bends people in his favor, but regardless of that Hobie wants people to KNOW him on a deep level, and isn’t shy about deep emotional connections and emotional maturity, he knows people intimately, in ways where people expose their inner most turmoil to him and he accepts them as they are, and asks before offering advice.

Considering his feelings on treating people with respect regardless of appearance this is best shown with the way he interacts with houseless people on the street, he doesn’t shirk away from the smell or their appearance, he is knowing and emphatic to the circumstances they’ve been forced into, he isn’t deterred by their delusions, hallucinations of breakdowns, and he is an expert at deescalate them when they’re having a mental health crisis. He doesn’t openly antagonize people (for the most part) but he kinda has this aquarian way of showing his authority through his intellectual capacity and cool demeanor, he does speak down to people who are treating people in a discriminating fashion, he’s very shady.

Like lets say he’s in a group of people and their spewing colorist remarks he’ll dramatically sigh and rub his temples and say shit like,

“Ya don’t really read do you?”

“C’me off it mate”

“Someone’s new ‘ere”

And if the person or conversation continues in that direction, he’ll openly state his opinions instead of making the tension palpable with his shade.

“Y’know ‘s quite simple innit? Dark skinned black people are the lowest on colonial racial pillers, dark skinned women navigate it the hardest, having to live in the confines of racialized ideas of beauty and attraction.”

If the person is open to learning he’ll continue to teach them in a nuanced fashion, taking his time to explain and highlight the histories and how they connect with modern social standards, but if they aren’t he just continues to be annoyed and exasperated, usually before that happens his group ushers them away, their space isn’t for people who want to debate the livelihood of other people.

As a taste of the romance and platonic parts,

Hobie finds all people attractive, he sees past their physical traits, and focuses on the content of their character, their morals, their personal goals and aspirations, that is where he finds beauty in people, sexually or romantically? As I stated before he has to know you before initiating a relationship like that, but he does recognize that there are beautiful people, he prefers to get into relationships with black people or non-black people of color only if they are willing to navigate antiblackness alongside him and for the safety of other black people, and don’t expect him to stay in a relationship with someone who’s family is racists or discriminatory especially if you don’t verbally set boundaries and hold the defensive.

He does have non conventional ideas of romance, but he gives and shows love in all kinds of way that it makes it worth feeling insecure in the basis of the relationship, I don’t believe that his consistency joke was meant to be understood as jumping between person to person, or manipulating you into a relationship with no future goal in mind, he doesn’t mind spending the rest of his life alone, especially taking into consideration his role as Spiderman, but he wants to have someone who will anchor him in the chaotic inconsistent world, that the roles they play in love are adaptable, a giver, a provider, a support system, a friend, a comrade he plays all those roles effortlessly and knows which you need and when. He isn’t devastated by moving on from someone he loves, he recognizes that people are in your life for a reason for a certain period of time, short term and long term, and he doesn’t fight the change when the tides of life are moving against him.

I got all yalls request imma reply so you know I see them, will work on them in the next few weeks since application deadlines are coming up <33

[ritchiepage2001newaccount]

WHY UNIVERSAL BACKGROUND CHECKS ARE JUST AS UNLIKELY AS EVER, UNFORTUNATELY

I'm a leftist (Libertarian-Socialist), who votes progressive, because I live under an "elected" government, and I had thought I had purged the MSNBC/CNN Nation from my friends list, but apparently not, as my timeline is just chock-full of media-driven hysteria over current events, so here's a primer:

"Liberals" who think their arguments are clever or relevant to the Second Amendment are exhausting.

They are not the left; they are just one half of the good cop/bad cop act of the corporate owned fire-hose of bullshit that is the corporate media, and corporate America's governing criminal cartel/duopoly.

Both cults "I like simple and ineffectual 'solutions', because they make me feel like I'm doing something, and I'm just stinky with fear."

There are over a hundred million legal gun owners, who some want to punish for somebody else's crime.

Well, there are some things to consider.

We've been a heavily armed country since 1621, and yet the epidemic of daily mass-shootings didn't begin until 20 April 1999 (Columbine), at a time when gun ownership was at an all-time low, and five years after Clinton's assault-weapons ban, so maybe guns aren't the variable.

Worth noting: One of the first things the "Pilgrims" did when they betrayed the Native Americans, was disarm "King Phillip" and his men.

Maybe, just maybe, dead school-children are the price of the neoliberalism practiced under the "Washington Consensus" of BOTH right-wing authoritarian parties since the 1980's? When your country offers you no prospects, and you become terrified of the future, what then? Fear can make unstable people do desperate things. Add to that a culture of celebrity, and what could possibly go wrong?

Another factor that goes completely unexamined, is the way Ronald Reagan and Tip O'Neill emptied our state hospitals onto our streets, and onto families ill-equipped to deal with the sometimes violent mentally ill.

Thank God, the "solution" is so simple…

Also, 84% of NRA members support universal background checks. The problem is, every time a bill comes up for a vote, Democrats add poison pill amendments guaranteeing defeat in the legislature (and the courts), and then they proceed to tell the TV cameras that "once again the GOP and the gun lobby have voted down background checks and defied the will of the people", or some such nonsense.

If you want to watch Dems sabotage universal background checks (while Republicans roll their eyes and face-palm) in real time, go here:

P.S. You can probably guess which one of these three groups I belong to (Hint: It's the one that's growing and actually decides elections):

LaborPartyNow!!!

P S The line, "You don't need 30 rounds to shoot a deer!" is not clever.

The Second Amendment has nothing to do with hunting tools, toys for hobbyists (target shooting), or even weapons for self-defense.

It's about ARMS!!!

It's about the individual citizen's right to arms, so they'll be prepared to join a militia, not the other way around. ‘Well regulated’ at that time, simply meant, ‘efficient.’ In other words, in order for a muster to be efficient, civilians needed to be already armed.

So the "collective rights" argument has a couple of problems that make it quite unhinged from history and reality.

1) As I've mentioned above, Americans have always been relatively heavily armed. How did that happen in a collective rights paradigm?

2) Contrary to what you were probably taught in school, by the time of the Confederate artillery barrage on Fort Sumter, the war over slavery had already been going on for over six years, and was fought entirely by independent volunteer militia's. Fort Sumter was just the beginning of official involvement by government troops. How did that happen in a collective rights paradigm?

3) In what universe do government forces need to have their right to arms protected?

4) Since when do National Guard members keep National Guard arms (Hint: they're kept at the armory, and have been since colonial times)?

5) Obviously, "Liberals" are stupid.

Again: #LaborPartyNow!!!

P P S That was ENTIRELY the point of the first fruits of dissent, the 10 Amendments we've come to call the BILL OF RIGHTS (which have become a beacon to aspiring democrats all over the world), to protect INDIVIDUALS from the government they had just created. #TrueStory

[queenlua]

what if naesala/sephiran nonsense … what if we were both beholden to forces greater than ourselves, attempting to manipulate circumstances to our own ends/advantages…… and we were both birds (although only one of us knows it)……… and we kissed. I guess that’s not really a prompt just a vibe

i tried very hard to make them kiss.  alas that would take another couple thousand words.  but hey i had fun with the first few k, so hey here's some Sephiran and Naesala nonsense

*********************************

The new raven king is nothing like his predecessor.  An improvement, likely, Sephiran thinks, though time will have to tell.

The old king Kilvas had had a harried, hunted air that clung to him like a shadow, everywhere he went.  He'd showed himself in Begnion rarely, and when he did, he was always looking over his shoulder for the door.  Oily-haired, sallow-skinned, and curiously ungroomed, given how vain ravens usually were about their appearance.

(Or, at least—how vain they had been in Lehran's time, centuries prior.  Maybe that had changed, along with so much else.)

When that old king had taken ill and passed, some thirty years prior, no one suspected foul play.  They'd all met the man, and sensed the air about him.  Born under a bad star, a heron might've said, if there were any left to say it.

(Sephiran had witnessed all that before he had made himself into Sephiran, of course.  When he'd borne peasant disguises, to stand among the men at these parties, as a servant or a scullery-man or a butler, biding his time in the beorc world—watching, waiting, learning all he could before he entered into the fray himself.)

This new king, however—Naesala, he's called—stands at ease in this crowd of beorc nobles.  Plucks canapés from trays passed by servants and eats them as delicately as you please.  Seems to care little whether anyone here likes him or not, which, of course, is a sure way to draw people toward you.  One after another, senator after senator goes to chat with him—some merely curious, some suspicious, some outright hostile—but all walk away smiling, pleased, flattered all the right ways.  That laguz king, the muttering admirers say here and there, how clever! how articulate! who knew the like!

(Though, curiously, none of those senators seem to learn much about Naesala himself.  It suggests he's the sort of man you can chat with for an hour, and go home to tell your spouse all about him—only to realize he said almost nothing about himself the whole while, that maybe the whole reason you liked him was because he listened so well.

(Sephiran knows the type, and knows the trick.  He's done the same, many times.)

It's in the midst of all this merry chatter, while Tanas is chatting up Naesala, that Lekain sidles up besides Sephiran.  The vice-minister nods toward the little ring of admirers around the raven: "His nation is very poor, you know."

Sephiran inclines his head slightly.  "Kilvas, you mean?"

Lekain nods.  "I had an audience with him just this morning, as it so happens," he adds, with a tone that suggests salacious gossip.  "Begging for scraps from our table."

"You don't say," Sephiran says, with a smile that is sad rather than sneering—though he knows Lekain will think it the latter, and will think them allies in this, sneering at the humiliated royalty of yet another lesser nation.  And Sephiran will let him think that, for now.  He's has lived too long, and has too many memories all muddled up together, to believe he could sustain straightforward lies for long.  But half-truths, little nudges, misleading gestures like a conspiratorial smile... those can go a long ways.  Particularly with a beorc as ingratiating as this one—he's never seen the like before.  Could almost mistake him as servile if you hadn't seen him on the senate floor, earlier this week, overweening and entirely assured as he struck a blow against Sanaki with that wretched speech he gave, right before the floor vote—

But that vote is past.  Sephiran is still smiling.  He hadn't known Naesala had anything to do with Lekain.  Maybe, if Sephiran keeps smiling, Lekain will say more.

"Of course I turned him away—hardly the time for it, with the harvest we're having, and him with so little to offer in turn."

"He is to be pitied, then," Sephiran says lightly.

Lekain stiffens, and Sephiran knows at once he said the wrong thing—though he's not sure how.  (He is to be pitied is the thinnest sort of sympathy, so trite as to be almost an insult.  But apparently even that thin sliver is too much for Lekain to hear.)  "Sephiran," Lekain says, "I'm aware we have different ideas about the place of the laguz in Begnion.  But Begnion must put her own citizens first.  You understand."

(Sephiran still imagines, sometimes, that he can feel other hearts.  But he can't, and it's caused him to misread a room more than once—hey may think he he feels some hidden surge of pity or generosity from the heart of a senator, only to later realize that that feeling was his own, and the senator had felt no such thing, judging by their callous speech the very next day.

(He's made that mistake with many senators, these past two years.  But never with Lekain.)

"Of course," Sephiran says, and he could mean anything, anything at all.

*********************************

Sanaki is rather taken with the raven king, as it so happens.

She arrives at her own party fashionably and tactically late, as she often does.  (A choice Sephiran at first allowed as a concession to her childish moods—she didn't want to go now, fine, but they must go later—but then he encouraged her tardiness, when he noticed the effects it had on their court.  How they watched and waited for their arrival.  How deferential they were, when she finally came to them.)

When she does finally arrive, Sephiran goes to walk alongside her.  And as she makes her rounds through the crowd, he nudges her toward dignitaries of particular import, the ones she must speak with—but he catches her eye slipping toward Naesala, many times, as the night carries on.  Watching him in some animated conversation and furrowing her brow.

Or maybe it's just his wings she's taken with.  Naesala's audience with her this morning had turned on that little detail, near the end.

The whole meeting had gone nearly perfectly.  He bid her his belated congratulations for her ascension as Apostle; she paid him all the compliments befitting a foreign king, and hoped for peace between their nations.  He wanted to trade; she wanted the same.  They'd secured some rudimentary terms, to be worked over by councils on each side.  And they avoided all talk of piracy, for now.  (No need to fuss over a few ships here and there  Not when they were just getting to know each other.  Not when Begnion could likely pay whatever price was needed to turn that raven looting elsewhere, when the right moment came.)

Then, near the end of that meeting, Sanaki did something Sephiran didn't anticipate: "I like your wings, King Kilvas," she'd blurted, with the sort of impulsive frankness only a child could have.  "I have never seen the like."

Well, Naesala would be the first bird laguz she's seen, wouldn't he.  Hawks, never keen on Begnion to begin with, have altogether refused to grace the nation's shores ever since the massacre, and of those few ravens who chose live apart from Kilvas, scraping together a living in the streets of Sienne—well, none could ever hope for an audience with an empress.

(And the herons, of course, were gone.)

"May I touch them?" she added.

Sephiran's mistake.  She couldn't know how rude that question was; he ought to have warned her.  Sephiran was about to step forward, then, to apologize on her behalf and smooth things over—a thing he'd had to do less and less, as of late, but she was still so very young.

But Naesala seemed unbothered.  "Well, you shouldn't ask that of just any raven, empress," he said, striking that subtle note between indulgent and ingratiating.  "But, yes, just this once.  You can touch."  And then he knelt down to proffer a wing.  Spread it wide, so she could touch the primaries, and the downy bits, and the other feathers in-between.  Which she did, fingers gentle, looking over at Naesala every few seconds to make sure she was doing it right.

"You should come to the banquet tonight," she said, after she pulled those fingers away.  "It's a party in my honor.  On account of my having been apostle a whole year."  She strikes a haughty pose for a moment: "Ordinarily these parties are very boring, but you may make it interesting."

Naesala's lip quirks.  But his eyes do glitter—he's considering it, and not just out of politeness.  "I'll have to leave before midnight," he says after a moment.  "Duty calls.  But yes, empress.  I'd love to join your feast."

And so he came; and so he's here.  And so she's watching him, now, though she's other, more urgent matters to attend.  (Naesala's nation is poor, and of little import—Lekain was right about that much.  Their chat this morning was more than enough time spent on the matter.)

So she's the first to notice, when he tries to make a quick exit—and the first to follow.  Which, of course, means Sephiran follows her.

When they find Naesala in the foyer, he's already traded out his fine eveningwear for traveler's clothes.  (Eveningwear that must've been procured on short notice, come to think of it—he must know Sienne well.)  He's nearly ready to go, from the looks of it; the only thing left is tying his boots, which he's presently occupied with.

(The other nobles leaving around this hour, of course, make no such change.  They came here in carriages, attended by servants, who would sooner throw down rugs before letting their masters mar their shoes with a single puddle.  But Naesala has no such coddling.  Laguz leaders travel by wing and claw, by their own two feet.)

"Kilvas," she calls, after he's finished tying the first boot.  "Surely you are not leaving in a storm such as this."

(There is a storm outside—loud, relentless, sheet-thick rain.  Easy to miss in the shelter and fuss of the party; less so, out here.)

Whether Naesala allows her brusqueness because of her age, or because of her high office, isn't clear—indulging and acquiescing look rather the same on his visage.  "We fly in rain all the time, empress," he says, smooth as silk, leaning over a little to look her in the eyes.  "The water rolls right off our feathers, you see."

It's a lie; Sephiran knows it to be a lie.  Heron feathers are oiled, and thus bear up against water, but raven feathers soak right through.  If Naesala goes out now he'll be drenched within minutes.  But Sephiran can't exactly say that, can he.

Then: a flash lightning, with the roil of thunder right after.  Even Naesala winces at the sound.  They all do—Mainal has all those chambers and vaults that echo the sound within it, and the thunder seems to snap within every single one.

"Your feathers won't help if you get struck by lightning," Sanaki deadpans.  She raises a brow as though this raven king is a mite slower than she'd expected.  "You should stay."

"I'll take my chances," Naesala says, with rather uncourtly snappishness.  He pulls the other boot on and rises to leave.

Then: "King Kilvas," calls a voice from across the chamber.  Lekain's smiling hugely as he enters the foyer.  "I could convey you to my own abode, here in the city, there's plenty space in my apartments for a guest, and this storm's expected to last all night—"

"No," Sanaki says, her little eyes narrowing to slits, "I offered first.  He'll stay here."  She tilts her chin upward, imperious.  "Won't you, Kilvas?"

Naesala looks between the two of them with a faint air of exasperation.  But he does relent.  "As you wish, your highness," he says, nodding toward Sanaki.  "I'll be gone at first light."

*********************************

Sephiran rises early the next morning, as is his habit—or his gift, or his curse, depending on your perspective.

Sephiran is an early riser because he hardly sleeps at all.  It's something about Ashera's blessing on him, he suspects—ever since that battle with Yune, he's hardly ever been able to sleep more than a handful of hours at a time.  He'll lie down well after midnight, wake well before dawn, and he'll feel as rested as though he'd slept twenty hours instead of two.

And that curious new tendency had been only a curiosity, a source of amusement, when the blessing had first been bestowed upon him.  It gave him a few hours' rest aside Altina, then a few hours to watch her sleeping form, in the quiet, by lamplight—the best of both worlds, he thought.  Thought it an unmitigated gift.

Of course he'd think differently, later.  Bad enough, he'd been denied death for so long.  To be denied its nearest thing—blessed sleep—when he hungered for those scant hours, savored them as a man dying of thirst savors water—the thing he only ever had for a few hours at a time, no matter how many sleeping draughts he swallowed, no matter how much he wanted to simply not wake up—

But there's no escaping it, whatever it is.  So he's awake, well before dawn, and so he's wandering the halls of Mainal when he runs into Naesala.  Catches sight of him when he's poised over the ledge of the ramparts, just about to fly—

"King Kilvas," Sephiran calls, from the other end of the ramparts.

Naesala pauses.  He's still poised, ready to leap.

"Sanaki will be very unhappy if you don't at least stay for breakfast, you know."

Naesala flexes his wings at that, angling them to catch the breeze.  "Pass along my regrets, then.  I don't mean to disappoint, but I do have a kingdom to run, you know."

And Sephiran thinks he's lost him, then—things he'll spring over that railing and fly straight away—but he pauses, just long enough to give Sephiran a passing glance.  Then another.  Then he tucks those wings in.

"Not sure I've ever seen you without your charge before," Naesala says slowly.

Ah.  So that's what's caught his interest.

He crosses to Sephiran's end of the ramparts, and says in a low voice: "That was an interesting maneuver of yours in the senate, the other day."

"Beg pardon," Sephiran says, his smile unmoved.  "I don't know what you're referring to."

"That motion to offer Begnion citizenship to laguz on equal terms as that of the beorc.  It can't be too popular among your peers."  He tilts his head.  "That is, if they still count as your peers.  Does prime minister mean you're above them, now?  The finer points of Begnion politics escape me."

"That motion was the empress's alone.  I am but her advisor, and her voice within the senate."

"The empress," he says flatly, "is six.  I understand beorc years are reckoned a bit differently than laguz, but by any measure she's a hatchling at best."

"You've spoken with her yourself.  I think you'd agree she is quite self-possessed."

"She's precocious, sure," he says with a dismissive snort.  "I've got a nephew who does sums and figures better than half my so-called bookkeepers.  Doesn't mean he runs the country."

Sephiran lets that statement, the implicit accusation, simply sit there.  Stands in silence so long that Naesala's wings twitch a little, that anxious tic so many bird laguz share.

And then he shakes out the whole wing, as though after a long stretch, to hide that little twitch.  "That's what your senators would say, at least."

"By senators, you mean Lekain, I suppose?" Sephiran ventures—and when Naesala's eyes flicker, Sephiran ventures even farther than that, a little bluff: "I did notice your departing his offices yesterday morning.  Are you his dogsbody, now?"

And that bluff strikes too—too true, truer than Sephiran imagined.  For a moment there's a flicker of the old king on Naesala's young face: harried, hunted, pale as bone.  He looks at Sephiran as though Sephiran has stabbed him, and Sephiran can't make out why.

Can't make out why Naesala would beg favor from Lekain in the first place, come to think of it.  The man's notoriously stingy when it comes to his own subjects, let alone some foreigner's.  And if it's money he needs, that Tanas has more than enough, and seemed charmed enough by him last night.

And Sephiran feels a stirring, then—unbidden but wanted, the way you can want to press on a bruise or tear at a scab—the same possessive impulse that stirs him whenever Zelgius comes mewling.  Because if Lekain has some hold on this foreign king, some pull that can make him go haggard and harried in a breath—then maybe Sephiran can grasp it, too—grasp him, wring something from him the same way—

"Please," Naesala says, with a dismissive wave, a half-second too late to be convincing.  He's still a little pale, but that easy smile is back, fixed in place.  "Lekain and I talk sometimes.  That's all."

And like that, the stirring's gone, replaced by an inchoate sort of shame.

"Ah," Sephiran says, with an easy smile of his own, easier than Naesala's by far.  "If that's all, then.  I assure you again: the will behind Sanaki's initiatives is her own."

"And how long have you been in the senate, Sephiran?" Naesala asks after a moment.  "Two years?"

"Two years next month."

"Well," Naesala says darkly, "you'll learn.  They all do."

Sephiran's not sure what he means.  But staring at him now, he feels a different sort of stirring.  Sees Naesala, his wings once again angled into the breeze, and thinks of the little girl, still asleep, who likes wings and feathers and doesn't like how Begnion treats them.

He should harden his heart against such a stirring.  There can be no peace, from what Sanaki is doing.  No justice.  He has lived a hundred of her lifetimes—quite literally over a hundred—and has seen how this plays out, time after time.

But then she'll declare what she will do, in one of those impetuous little fits of hers—and for a moment, precious minutes, once the length of a whole and sacred hour—Sephiran will believe her.  That the world can be fixed, maybe, and so can he.

Never longer than that.  Still not even as long as his scarce little sleeps.  But not nothing.

[markerofthemidnight]

🏳️‍🌈 as many as you want.

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

Oh, shit! No specific fandom in mind or anything?! HOLY SHIT YOU BET I’M GONNA MAKE THE MOST OF THIS!

(warning: rant incoming (under cut))

Hatchetfield (specifically The Lords in Black)

I’ve already talked about my headcanons for their sexualities on a different ask, so let me just run through any specific mental stuff I think they may have…

Tinky definitely has ADHD or something similar, Pokey probably has some kind of antisocial disorder which is why he’s… Like That™️, and maybe autism too (noise sensitivity). I’ve also called Wiggly a narcissist a few times, and while I stand by the fact that that could be the case, I don’t want to make a statement like that about a disorder that I don’t know all too well.

They all go by he/it mainly. They’re fine with any pronouns, though.

Project: Eden’s Garden

I’m not going to give any disorder to Tozu because I think it’s much more fitting for him to just be… straight-up insane rather than having any undiagnosed mental thingy (though ADHD is a possibility, short attention span and all.) He’s definitely somewhere in the ace spectrum, if you ask me! I’d personally like to say panromantic and asexual. And obviously, his race is British.

Mara is also somewhere on the ace spectrum, though I haven’t decided where. I’m not sure what kind of mental illness she might have, though probably something trauma-related like PTSD knowing the kind of story the devs will probably give her.

Other than that, lemme run through the students really quick… Eva is also also somewhere on the ace spectrum, Eloise has an inferiority complex, Damon has DEFINITELY had some very non-straight thoughts that he’s in denial about… oh, and Kai goes by he/they, though wether that’s just for the clout or if they’re genuinely genderqueer is up for debate!

Chonny Jash (GOD it’s been a while since I mentioned that name huh?)

You will pry my headcanon that the Headspace is just the result of a really weird plural disorder from my cold, dead hands. Other than that, Heart and Mind are both autistic, just in different ways (Heart has sensory problems, Mind is antisocial with a tendency to take everything literally, and both have special interests). Soul definitely has something too, but I’m not sure what.

They’re all gay as shit, but to different extents (Soul is straight up homosexual, Heart is pan with a preference for men, and Mind is grey-homoromantic aseuxal).

Finally, they all grew up in Australia but moved to the states at some point in their life (hence their accents. Their old one comes back sometimes depending on their emotions.)

Dreams of an Insomniac

Alex is gay. So gay. I don’t know why they just give off those vibes.

Dr Lankmann is aro/ace, and doesn’t understand people who feel any kind of attraction at all. As in, some of his closest followers have had to talk him out of dissecting the brains of allo people multiple times.

We already know that all Veldigun are aro/ace, and mainly go by he/it pronouns, but if I were to add to that: The Flock goes by they/it, and Simon goes by he/they and is only referred to as “it” by those who don’t trust him.

And, while you’ve given me the opportunity… eh, why the hell not? SNG&D HEADCANONS LETS GOOOOOO (spoilers ahead but honestly I don’t think you care)

SNG&D

(JJ and Ricky are from SpiffyNeedleGeeks’ now-cancelled Curse of Strahd campaign, and played by Lettersent (or Dion, he’s fine with either))

First off, they’re both aro/ace. Like, SO aro/ace. These are children we’re talking about, after all.

We already know they have OSDD canonically, but a very specific headcanon I’ve had for a long time is that they’re also autistic! Mainly because generally their vibes remind me of my own autistic ass, but also because LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT JJ’S BLANK FUCKING AUTISM CREATURE STARE.

JJ’s autism manifests mainly in the way he acts. Again, the blank stare he canonically does 99% of the time, his tendency to stay futher away from the group (especially before he really learns to trust the rest of the party), the sort of silent nervousness he has around strangers contrasted by the rabid little bastard he becomes when he’s around people he dislikes (in a different way to Ricky taking control) all give me a lot of autistic vibes.

Ricky, however, is a bit harder to categorise. Mainly because most of these are just my headcanons, but… eh. I like to think that he’s, to an extent, a bit noise-sensitive (part of the reason why he doesn’t like social situations besides just being terrible at them), we already know he’s touch-averse canonically, and he’s got a big aversion to certain tastes and textures (though that’s less due to the autism and more due to the fact that he’d literally never eaten before in his life until like a week ago).

This also adds a much funnier layer to why he’s so overprotective of JJ. It’s not just because, y’know, he was born specifically to protect him, but also because it’s literally his special interest. Whenever someone asks him something about him, it probably takes all the strength he has to resist the urge to ramble for hours.

Aside from that, the brothers also both gained PTSD from everything they’ve been through. While I’m fairly sure it’s canon that Ricky has PTSD from their death, I like the idea that JJ has some too that he more or less got over in the years between their death and meeting the party. (The sight of a Displacer Beast still puts him on edge, though.)

…Sorry, I just- I had to get that off my chest.

I could talk about my headcanons for some of their other characters more, but I think I’ve been ranting on too much (besides, it’s mainly JJ and Ricky I have headcanons for anyways, as they are by far my favourites).