#is this scrappy enough for you anon

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Hi ! As a pescatarian girly and as someone who has recently started to like Lando, I kept thinking about him with pescatarian!reader, because you know opposites attracts and also it made me think of the olive theory from 'How I met your mother', can be fic or smau

(also I'm the anon who requested the Charles fic and I was wondering if you gave names or emojis to your anons 🤔)

ahhh hi😇😇 thank u sm for sending another ask in. verrryy into this! ive never watched himym but i HAVE heard of the olive theory and genuinely think it can be so true. i also think like sharing food/giving certain parts of ur meal to ur partner is so sweet so i loved this a lot🥺🥺

also, tbh i have never had a consistent enough anon to name them/give them an emoji so i would loveee LOVE to do that🙏🏻 pls let me know what i should call u❤️ (and if anyone wants to be a regular/semi-regular anon and give themselves an emoji/name pls do!!!) ANYWAY alright i hope u enjoy— it’s a just a short ficlet 😌💖

LN: quid pro quo

pairing(s): lando norris x reader [read on ao3]

word count: 1.2k

“Eugh,” Lando says, feigning a gag as he looks at the plate of food set in front of you, “That’s disgusting. I don’t understand how you can put that in your mouth.”

Slowly, you raise an eyebrow at him, looking between your plate and Lando’s screwed-up expression; you point at your food, “Salmon? You think salmon is disgusting? Are you joking right now?”

He shakes his head fervently, a grimace still stuck on his face, “It’s gross.”

A laugh, loud and guffawing erupts from your mouth as you realise he’s being entirely serious. He’s fixated on your meal, frowning as if the fish has severely insulted him in some way. Quickly, you clap your hand over your mouth, concerned you’ll offend him if you keep laughing like that. This is one of a handful of dates you’ve been on together— clearly the first you’ve ordered seafood on— and you’re still trying to make a good impression on Lando.

“Wait,” you collect yourself, breathing deeply so you don’t fall into a fit of giggles again, “You’re not allergic are you?”

“No,” he shrugs, “I just hate fish. You’ve never heard that?”

You snort a little indelicately, already going back to eating your salmon, “‘You’ve never heard that?’,” you tease, “Do you think I stalk you on the internet, Norris?”

He grins that small sheepish grin you like so much as a light blush blooms on his cheeks. You’re very fond of him really. He’s cute in a scrappy kind of way; he’s funny and charming, a little bit dumb sometimes; and he’s into you, which is always a bonus. You’re not together— not quite— just seeing each other when you both have time, but it’s been going very nicely if you do say so yourself.

You like him.

He likes you.

Lando rolls his eyes, and purses his lips in an attempt not to let you see the smile that he’s trying to hide, “Don’t you? Stalk me on the internet?”

“Never,” you answer resolutely, thinking blatantly of that night after you’d first met him when you fell down a rabbit hole, spending a good hour watching thirst traps of him on Instagram before coming to your senses, “Not once.”

He hums, unconvinced, “Alright.”

Alright. You make a face, almost stick your tongue out at him but think better of it at the last second. He laughs— giggles— at you. You look away from him, down at your plate, trying to hide the smile that spreads and spreads behind your hair. God, you like him. You’re trying not to let it get away from you. You get the impression that he’s not huge on relationships, and you’re trying hard to be casual about him. It’s difficult— mostly because everything feels so easy when you’re together.

“So,” you start as you push a forkful of salmon and leafy greens around your plate, “Hate to break it to you, but I’m a pescetarian.”

“Um,” Lando asks around a mouthful of half-chewed food, “What’s that mean?”

You stifle a laugh, “Like a vegetarian, but I eat seafood.”

He swallows and makes another face, similar to the earlier one. You can see this is hard for him to process, he clearly dislikes seafood to a degree that you hadn’t quite understood until now. It’s funny. It’s another thing to add to the growing list of reasons you fancy Lando Norris. Though you would think that as a pescetarian you’d want him to like fish, but you suppose by not eating them he’s just saving all the sea animals that you’re not— quid pro quo.

“What about, like,” he waves his fork around, evidently still wondering why you’d eat seafood voluntarily, “just being a vegetarian?”

You shrug, “Vegetables are boring.”

“Right. Better than eating fish though.”

“I like fish.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t get it… It’s— they’re slimy and they smell and they’ve got fucking beady little eyes. It’s not natural.”

“Okay,” you laugh brightly at his despondent expression, “I do need to eat them, unfortunately. Otherwise, I’d probably die of malnutrition, or I dunno, scurvy.”

He groans, hanging his head so that all you can see of his face is that mop of brown curls. You think of your second date when you’d kissed him for the first time in your stairwell and how you’d threaded a hand into it— and they were soft and not heavy with product the way that you hate. The way he’d smelt like expensive cologne and tasted both smokey and sugary at the same time, just like the whiskey and cokes he’d been having at the bar. There’s a soft smile playing at your lips when he finally looks up.

“Does it bother you?” you ask, “That I eat fish.”

He shrugs, shakes his head in a non-committal way that could be either answer and does that little grin again. The one that means he’s going to say something that you’ll find either unbearably cute or embarrassingly funny.

“Yes,” he says, grin not subsiding, “How am I supposed to kiss you when you’ve got fish breath.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and a shocked laugh bubbles from your mouth, you try to ignore the stirring feeling in your gut at the words how am I supposed to kiss you in favour of responding to his lack of tact Try, being the keyword there. It somersaults in your head, how am I supposed to kiss you he said, like he was thinking of doing it again. Which, okay, of course, he’s thinking of doing it again. You understand what this is— but there was an unmistakable fondness there that you just can't shake.

Anyway, you push thoughts of kissing him aside, he’d still accused you of having fish breath, “Wow,” you say dryly, with no malice at all as much as you try to feign it, “You say that to all the girls?”

He blushes, his tan cheeks turning a very pleasant red as he properly realises what he’d said, “Shit. No— oh my god— I’m sorry. I just meant—”

You wave him off, laughing, “I know what you meant. You’re good, Lando.”

“Phew,” he lets out a breath of relief, his nervous laughter punctuating the air between you, without meaning to he says, “God, I thought I’d just fucked it.”

You furrow your brows and frown, confused, “No. You couldn’t.”

You watch him scrub a hand over his face, embarrassed, before it falls away and he gives you a sheepish little grin that says he’s happy to hear that. Toothy, eyes squinted and carving dimples into his cheeks. Your face feels warm and you smile back, biting your bottom lip on the smile so it doesn’t grow and grow to cover your whole face.

Later, after you’ve finished lunch and spent too much time talking over a too-sticky table in your favourite pub, Lando kisses you up against a tree in the park by your apartment. You put your hand in his soft curls and you smell cologne and taste what he’s been drinking as he presses his tongue into yours. The coarse hair of his moustache brushes against your lips and you kiss back with equal gusto. You pull away when it feels like you two are veering into too inappropriate territory for this public park. He chases you, but you laugh softly, pressing a perfunctory closed-mouth kiss to the corner of his mouth. He groans, laughs, and puts his forehead against yours.

You hum, “I guess my fish breath doesn’t bother you so much, huh.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, “You’re never going to let that go are you.”

You shake your head ever so slightly, “Not as long as I live, Norris.”

[yandere-daydreams]

I can't imagine black cat wanderer's reaction to husky Childe... I love both dogs and cats lmfao I'd definitely take them both in but there would be problems... unless they work together to eliminate competition

tw - non//con, unhealthy relationships, mentions of blood/injury.

husky!childe,,, anon your brain is so big. i will be visiting your dreams tonight please and thank you.

i'm kinda operating under diluted-beastar rules, meaning that what kind of hybrid you are has a very visible effect on your size, build, etc. meaning, kitty!wanderer is going to clock in just over 5"2 on a good day, whereas husky!childe won't be an inch under 6"0. meaning, from the moment you bring home the stray, scrappy hybrid you've been stopping to feed for the past few weeks, you're going to have a giant, overly-energetic ball of fur trying to 'wrestle' with your stand-offish lapcat who took days to so much as look at you. wanderer obviously isn't a fan, but childe's not going anywhere, and even if wanderer is visibly unhappy about adding someone to your already-crowded household, he's not going to leave your side long enough to actually do something about his uninvited guest. for the most part, their interactions are limited to barking, scratching, and you forcing wanderer to half-heartedly apologize while patching up childe again, which you're thankful for. it's enough to keep them from killing each other when they're fighting over who gets to sleep in your bed - you don't want to have to worry about what they're doing when you turn your back.

the only thing they agree on is that you absolutely can not pay attention to anyone but them. wanderer isn't strong enough to hold you down on his own, something childe's practically built for, and as reluctant as he is to admit it, childe can see how quickly you fall apart on wanderer's bristled tongue. it's a tenuous truce, usually broken as soon as wanderer makes a comment on childe's pathetic whining or childe accidentally gets you caught on his knot before wanderer can so much as start to think about his turn, but it's the only time you ever see them work together.

you might be more proud of your hybrids, if their cooperation didn't always seem to end in you getting fucked.

[void-wolfie]

Memorial Day

summary: You spend Memorial Day with your family and Jenna. However, the mention of your father brings back some unwanted feelings. [request]

pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!Reader

words: 2.4k

tw: loss of a parent, brief mentions of drinking

a/n: hope this is okay anon, once I started writing it kind of just took a life of its own. I'm not super satisfied with it, but this is as good as it's gonna get right now, maybe I'll revisit the prompt one day if inspiration strikes.

You slammed the can down on the table, wiping your mouth and chin with the back of your sleeve, "Beat that, losers! Woo!" You spun around, arms up in the air in victory. You noticed Jenna smiling at you from across the yard, watching you and the boys as she chatted with your mom and aunts.

Your older brothers bet that you couldn't beat them at shotgunning beer. Not only did you prove them wrong, but you were twenty bucks richer for it.

Memorial Day weekend. One of the few weekends of the year when your whole family would gather for a barbecue. The dads would grill out while the moms sat by the pool and chit-chatted, which gave the kids time to get into trouble goofing off. Uncle Mike would even go out and buy a bunch of fireworks to let off at the end of the day. All in all, your relationship with the holiday was very much love-hate.

The force of someone jumping on your back pulled you from your thoughts. Despite the lack of warning, you managed to hook your arms under a slender pair of legs as a set of pale, freckled arms wrapped around your neck.

"Ducky!" You shouted excitedly, greeting your younger cousin who was hanging off your back, "What're you doing back there, troublemaker?"

"I missed ya!" Your cousin, Devon was his actual name, hugged you a little tighter as you carried him.

"I missed you too, buddy,"

"Airplane?"

"Of course, hold on tight," you made sure to hold his legs tight before zooming around the backyard. You ran around the yard, making loops and different zigzags as he made little airplane noises behind you.

You didn't have to look behind you to know he was having the time of his life; his little giggles and shouts were confirmation enough.

You were twelve when Devon was born. He wasn't the biggest kid, always a little smaller than the other kids his age. But something about his scrappy attitude wormed its way into your guarded heart. He was by far one of your favorite cousins.

You slowed to a stop, breathing heavily after so many laps with Devon on your back. "I'm getting tired, Ducky. How about we rest for a little?"

"Okay," he chirped, hugging your back a little tighter, refusing to get off just yet.

You trotted back over to Jenna. She'd long ditched the conversation between your mom and aunts, instead choosing to watch you give Devon his piggyback ride, which he clearly adored.

You didn't miss the way Jenna's eyes followed you the whole time, watching as you carried Devon around, laughing and making airplane noises. You found it adorable how she couldn't take her eyes off you.

"Dev, you remember Jenna," You watched the way Jenna smiled at Devon. You noticed over the years she was always great with little kids, always knowing just what to say or how to act.

"Hi," Devon gave a shy wave, hiding behind your back as you still carried him.

"Hi, Devon," Jenna waved back to him. You could feel him smile as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Hey, Ducky, why don't you see if Trevor wants to go swimming with you, yeah?"

"Ok!" Devon hopped off your back and raced inside to find Trevor, another one of your cousins just a few years older than Devon.

You wrapped your girlfriend in your arms, kissing her before burying your face in the crook of her neck.

"I love you," You whispered, your lips lightly brushing against her skin.

"I love you too," she placed a chaste kiss on your temple, letting you relax in her arms.

"Get a room, you two!" One of your older brothers shouted, ruining your little moment of peace. Instantly all eyes were on you and Jenna; you couldn't help but shoot your brother a deadly look.

"Sure," you smirked, untangling yourself from Jenna, "just as soon as you get a girlfriend."

There were snickers and laughs from the adults. Everyone loved to pester your bother about when he was going to get a girlfriend of his own. He was, as you liked to word it, chronically bitch-less. You were ahead of him in the girlfriend department, and he was five years older than you. The glare he sent was enough to put you six feet under, but you'd gotten your retribution and that's all that mattered.

"Dinner!" Uncle Josh shouted from the patio, disappearing back inside to help dole out the food. In an instant, everyone headed inside, racing to get food while it was still hot and fresh.

"Alrighty, go dry off," You watched as your cousins made a dash for the pool steps, climbing out to go grab their towels.

They were the youngest of the family, Hailee and Kate, twins just a few years younger than Devon. "And don't run!" You yelled after them, making sure they made it inside without slipping on the wet concrete.

With the twins inside, that left everyone inside but you and Jenna in the pool and your mom by the patio table.

You didn't have any warning as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Even if you weren't the only ones outside, you wouldn't have to look to know who it was.

"Hey, baby," You interlaced your fingers with hers as she rested her chin on your shoulder.

"You're so good with your cousins, you know that?" She mused, watching the door where the twins had run off.

"Really?" She hummed, nodding the slightest, "Maybe, one day, we could have a little family of our own?"

You were nervous. You'd never really talked about the future before. The two of you were so caught up in the now, you hadn't stopped to think about it. But you knew more than anything you wanted to spend it with her... if she'd let you, of course.

"I'd really like that," You could feel her lips pressed against your shoulder blade, a smile a mile wide as she nestled against you.

"y/n," You looked up to see your mom by the edge of the pool, calling you over.

"Give me one second, love," You made sure to place a kiss on her hand before wading over to your mom, curious as to what she wanted to talk about.

"She's a good one." Your mom nodded to Jenna, who was watching the two of you with curiosity. "Be good to her."

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way."

She nodded, smiling at you. You both knew you had meant what you'd said. You loved Jenna. You were utterly and completely enamored by the girl; you'd walk through hell and fight the devil himself for her.

"There's something your dad wanted you to have. I left it on your bed for you."

That confused you. What could he possibly want you to have? And why now? Why today of all days?

"I'm proud of you," She paused as if debating whether to say what she was thinking, "He would be so proud of you."

"Thanks, Mom," you tried not to choke on your words, unsuccessfully so.

You tried to ignore the lump forming at the back of your throat. Your chest tightened at the mention of your father, at the mention of how proud he'd be.

She smiled at you, placing a light kiss on your forehead before heading inside.

You took a deep breath, trying your best to quell that feeling in your chest. You could tell from the rock in your throat and the ache in your heart that you had maybe a minute at most before you would completely break down.

Jenna could sense the shift in your mood. Whatever your mom said upset you. Your head bowed as you stared at the ground, and your shoulders sagged.

Jenna made her way over to you slowly, not sure what to do. "y/n?"

You took another deep breath, rubbing your eyes in hopes she wouldn't notice the tears beginning to form.

"You, ok?" She reached out tentatively, placing her hand on top of yours.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." An obvious lie, but one she decided not to call you out on. "Um, there's something I need to go check, it should only take me a minute or two. Do you mind?"

"Of course not," she could tell you were upset, even though you were doing your best to downplay it.

You weren't one for vulnerability, often hiding your feelings behind a joke or a smile. Despite all the times she reminded you that it was ok not to be ok. If you were this upset, it must be important. "Do you want me to go with you?"

"Uh, I'd rather do it alone if that's okay with you. I can wait if you don't-"

"No, you should go. I'll be fine. I can hang out with Devon and the twins."

"You are the best, you know that,"

"I've been told a time or two," she joked, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Ewwwww!" The two of you pulled away from each other, turning around to find Devon, Trevor, and the twins spying on you two with grossed-out looks.

Jenna was worried about you. After clambering out of the pool, you went into your room, and you hadn't come out since. You promised only a few minutes, but that was nearly half an hour ago.

"You should go check on her," The sentence pulled Jenna from her thoughts. She hadn't even noticed she'd been staring at the hallway leading to your bedroom door.

She was supposed to be helping your mom with putting away leftovers and cleaning dishes, even though your mom had insisted she'd be fine. She wasn't sure when that had turned into zoning out to think about you.

"I don't know," Jenna wrung her hands nervously, "She asked to be alone..."

Your mom stopped what she was doing, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"She didn't have it easy… growing up. We moved around a lot, and it's hard being the only girl out of four kids."

Jenna nodded, soaking up all the information. You'd talked about your childhood here and there, but not like this. You never really mentioned the nitty gritty details like moving around or how it was to have three brothers.

"What'd she tell you about her father?" Your mom asked. She wasn’t trying to poke or prod at your love life, but that didn't mean she didn't hold a genuine interest.

"Not much," Jenna spun one of the rings on her finger around, a nervous habit she'd picked up over the years, "Just that he was in the military, he'd passed away a few years before we met."

Your mom nodded. She didn't want to tell Jenna everything, that was for you to do in your own time. But that didn't mean she had to leave the poor girl in the dark.

"She's a lot like her father, those two were like two peas in a pod. She might seem tough and strong, but she's just a big teddy bear at heart."

Jenna didn’t know you were more like your father; she’d always just assumed you were more like your mom since you never really brought up your dad. The strong and tough part, though, Jenna had known for a while. You could definitely hold your own if it ever came down to it, but you really were one of the softest, most gentle people she knew. It was one of the many reasons she adored you.

"Just because she asks to be alone, doesn't mean she wants to be alone."

You were sitting crisscross on your bed, tear stains running down your cheeks as you looked at the items spread across your bed.

Your mom had left a letter and a box, no bigger than a shoebox, on your bed. The letter was a note from your dad, one he'd written before being deployed. It was one of those, "if you’re reading this, that means I'm gone" type letters. It was painful to read, bringing a new wave of tears each time you scanned the slanted cursive.

The box was a different story. It had some of his things from before he'd died. His dog tags, the army knife he always kept on him, a bunch of pictures of you and your brothers that he'd taken with him, and a few other things.

You stared at it all, everything splayed across the comforter of your bed. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and fall asleep at this point. All the crying had tired you out and your thoughts seemed to run in circles, coming back to the same thing again and again.

You didn't hear Jenna knock on the door. It wasn't till you felt the soft dip in the bed and her hand on your knee that you finally noticed her presence.

"What're you thinking about?" Jenna's words pulled you from your thoughts.

"My dad." You whispered, your voice a bit hoarse from all the crying, "It's not fair... It's not fair that he's gone, and I'm stuck here without him."

"I know, love," she gently pulled you into her lap, letting you bury yourself in her arms as the tears resurfaced.

The two of you stayed like that for a while. She rubbed small circles into your back with her thumb while you cried your heart out.

She hated that you had to go through this. She couldn't even imagine what it was like to lose a parent, one you were so close to at that.

She didn’t know much about your dad, but she could tell he was a good man. She wished she could've met him while he was still around.

It took a while, but eventually, you were out of tears to shed. But you didn't want to move, you just wanted to be with Jenna.

"You wanna lay down?"

You nodded, too exhausted for anything else. Jenna put the stuff back in the box gently, setting it off to the side, on your nightstand. You let her get comfortable on the bed before burying yourself back into her arms. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, your head nestled under her chin as she held you close.

Your mom would peek her head into the room a little while later only to find the two of you fast asleep, curled up in each other's arms. She tossed a blanket over the two of you before leaving, making sure to shut the door on the way out so you wouldn't be bothered.

a/n: this is my longest post yet, and there were so many details I cut out simply because they just felt out of place or weren't necessary. I mean, I could write a whole post on all the behind the scenes details I didn't include. anyways, I absolutely loved writing this family dynamic. Devon is adorable and I love his tiny ass.

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Heyo Stranger, if you are like doing request rn can We get more white beard pirate's with child!reader crumbs pls 😌

A/n: Oh my days; ABSOLUTELY ANON!!!! Crumbs are my favorite hehe

Sorry, I responded so late; getting into the vibe of my second quarter at college and dealing with some personal stuff on the side, but! im here to feed the found family enjoyers! (also, I still love my college. It's super fun but stressful! I may post some of my assignments, but we are still in fundamentals rn)

Enjoy! :D

Child!Reader with the WBP!!

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So, in previous posts, I mentioned that Marco and Thatch found a baby in a storm… but don't get me wrong, they're stupid enough to adopt a kid off the streets accidentally.

Obviously, in the new world and on the grand line, there are some not-so-great families/ pirates, so I don't think it's out of the question if a female crew member gets pregnant on a ship for them to, perhaps, dump their unwanted child on a random island and expect them to die or smth

And if the island had a town, then they’d most likely be living on the streets since it’s just another mouth to feed, and no one wants to put a strain on their already delicately crafted lives

But moving on from the sad stuff

Imagine if a toddler reader, just hungry and wanting some clothes for the winter, notices a new ship in the port and tries to steal some food and clothes

And, of course, a lil bby can't really steal too well, either falling into a barrel or easily getting caught by the crew…

Lucky for you, the white beard pirates have a soft spot for kids :D

God, just imagining thatch holding up this scrappy little baby, probably crying big fat tears from getting in trouble, up to white beard being like, ‘So what are we doing with this?’

And white beards’ parental instincts immediately kick in.

So yeah new little sibling :D’

I headcanon Ace as being the previously youngest crew member… so when i tell you he was SO happy someone else was now the ‘baby’ of the family it's insane

Would absolutely pick on you for everything, your age? Lil bby. Your height? Short stack. Hell you could drop a fruit on the floor on accident and ace will make fun of it

But even if he’s a little mean at times he’ll absolutely adore a younger sibling.

Like i imagine that he’ll look at you as kind of away to make up for some of the mean things he did to Luffy when they were young, and to make up for Sabo’s absence, so he’ll be the most defensive on your behalf if someone other than him starts picking on you

but on a little angstier note, that doesn't mean that Ace warmed up to you in the beginning

you were found by the crew shortly after ace was forced joined, and he was still in his lil emo era of hating everything and everyone

So while you were blossoming with all the love and affection your new family was giving you, Ace refused to see you, or any other whitebeard pirates, as his family.

you were probably one of the only reasons why Ace warmed up to the whitebeard pirates, and became so fiercely loyal to them to begin with though

but it was a slow process, and you probably got hurt a bit trying to befriend ace (kinda like luffy in the beginning((i may make a fic of this)))

but once he did warm up to you, and accepted his role as white beard pirate, oh boy!!!!!

will absolutely take care of you and try to mend any damage he did while he was pushing you away, big warm cuddle pile with lots of soft apologize and pinky promises will always be the antidote

also, i dont really need to mention this but ace is warm!! so if reader is still a baby baby, then alot of times when ace was available he’d be incharge of calming you down, since his hold was basically like a big warm blanket that would put you right to sleep

A/n: sorry this is super short, my brain is running on fumes but im still trying to crank out my own artistic stuff inbetween college work, and also trying to get a business and help my room mates animation studio get off the ground

but if you enjoyed this feel free to reblog and comment! i love reading comments!

also my requests are open!

[myjealouseyes]

Request from an anon: for Remus and Wolfstar daughter could you do like after a rough full moon wolfstar daugher is helping clean up his wounds and everything and everyone's watching from the doorway and she realizes that she thinks she wants to be a nurse/medic?

A/N — I hope this is good anon! I feel like I rambled a lot 😭

Send a drabble request here

You’re not nearly as calm as you’re pretending to be. It’s hard not to be nervous when Remus is holding back pained noises and all the people you’ve booted from the room for asking too many questions at a time are hovering by the door. You don’t blame them for wanting to know how he’s doing. You remember a distant time when you hovered too.

But you’re not just standing to the side anymore. All your willpower goes into steadying your hands and focusing on the several deep cuts littering Remus’s chest. ‘‘He went without his wolfsbane this month,’’ you think to yourself as you begin to carefully clean and stitch up one of many cuts. “Moony must have gotten Scrappy.” You vaguely hear someone’s cautious whisper of, ‘Be careful!” as you gently begin to clean the next cut. You’re always careful. Always gentle. Because your dad deserves that. So does anyone who experiences even half of what he goes through.

Soon enough you’re done and it seems that everyone lets out a collective breath they’d been holding since you started stitching him up. You’re already thinking of a million and one ways to help him feel better. Fetching him something out of your shared chocolate stash, turning the lights out and shooing everyone away so he can have a rightfully earned nap, and even getting out his book of the month and turning on old reruns of Jeopardy, but before you have the time to ask if he wants any of that, he gives your hand a little squeeze.

It’s weaker than you’re used to for him, that’s equal parts expected and unnerving. He gives you the biggest smile he can manage for the time being. His eyes are fluttering as he fights off drowsiness. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, less awake by the second. “Really. You’re a lifesaver.” A warmth settles over your heart as you squeeze his hand back but he’s long asleep before he can feel it. In a second, you know you want to be a lifesaver for more than just him. Really.

[dootznbootz]

Deeply fucking sorry to the anons who asked for Wips and snippets for taking so long. I'm still working on them AND my other Wips and ADHD is kicking my ass so here's some random food. I hope to give y'all hearty meals soon.

Beggar OdyPen angst. Sappy, scrappy, and crappy as usual :P

Water Son saves his dipshit dad.

And of course...

"My Wife is a bitch and I love her so much."

(no, she doesn't in any way hate Helen. She loves her cousin and deeply cares for her. They were best friends growing up in my writing. She's just a bit snooty and arrogant (Likeminded. hubris is a flaw of hers as well), especially about weaving and Helen's style has always been "loud and flashy". And while Penelope's is "attention grabbing" as well, she's very detail-orientated and very thoughtful about colors and what fits together. Helen's style is a bit of her trying to have attention away from her physical looks. Kind of to have folks see her more for her CHOICES in how she looks instead of just seeing her face, even if said choices are a bit "tacky".

"Look at what I'm wearing, not me. I CHOOSE these clothes. I DESIGNED them. They're MINE."

Penelope, looking at Helen's weaving: "You know, Iris will want her rainbow back... And she'll want the colors put back in the right order." Helen: "Says the girl who puts into her weavings every frog, fish, flower, blade of grass, cloud, leaf, tree, hill-" Penelope: "Okay, fuck off. ರ_ರ I'm taking the red thread as I need it and there better be enough of it."

it's unedited af but yeah, food. Mwah. I love you all.

[sol-consort]

(Blows a little kissey at the anon who talked about pervy alien roommates, thank you for giving me this itch again 💋)

Krogan roommate who treats you like glass to begin with. He's heard enough about how fragile and weak humans are, with their oh-so-sensitive nerve endings and small squishy bodies, he doesn't want you to think he's a brute if you're gonna be sharing a flat together.

But oh, he wasn't expecting this now, was he? One day he comes into the kitchen to find you on your tip-toes trying to reach something in the cupboard and you make a tiny bounce, he's not even entirely sure your toes left the ground but he wasn't really paying attention to thar when your whole body rolls with the motion and for a brief moment, the Krogan wonders if your body would do that when he's drilling into you from behind. He shakes his head, almost confused by where his thoughts had taken him in that moment, but they just will. Not. Leave.

It doesn't help that humans are physically affectionate and scrappy, you're always either leaning your head on his shoulder (or as close as you can get) so he can see the way your plush soft skin sinks around his hard plating, or the times you try and instigate a play fight with him. Always over something silly like a remote or who gets to pick takeout but even when he's actively trying to lose to you, to not hurt you, he always ends up wrapping you into a fullnelson or pinning you to the ground, keeping you in that position a little longer than is nessicary or appropriate, but even when you struggle and try to break out of his hold, you must like it to some degree, since you always come back for more, right? Mmif you're not careful he's gonna let his hands roam even more along your body next fight, you know that right?

Heaven help you when he ends up going into rut/heat.

The smile I had while reading this was that of a fool in love

We all desperately need a krogan roommate who's tying to be on his best behavior for us all the time out of insecurity we might view him as a "brute" as if krogan culture doesn't overlap a lot with humanity's.

How he heard so much about humans and their plump soft exteriors, he knew about the lack of shells, he just...expected their skin to be rough, sturdy or at least elastic to compensate for the lack of a proper protection.

But no, oh no. Humans are completely bare. Even a newborn infant krogan has thicker skin, hell, even the eggshell of a krogan egg is rougher than the human skin.

Nothing could've prepared him for the silky smooth it felt, how the plush fat would pudge and sink around his fingers whenever he'd press into it.

Your pliable body would sink around whatever surface it presses into, the subtle jiggle to your thighs as you walked.

Yet you acted so fearlessly as if you weren't a akin to a walking soft mound of flesh, a cuddly plushie playful attempting to wrestle with him on the couch over the last bag of chips as if he couldn't hold you down with his pinky alone.

No matter how careful he was, supressing his strength and purposely giving you the winning lead, you'd always end up with a bruise or two from pressing against the blunt spike on his shell, or a moving a limb too quickly and slamming against its the stone hard surface.

How are humans alive? He has watched videos about the animals on your planet. How did your squishy species survive the bears, sharks, gorillas, and lions. He knew the turians were idiots but he didn't think they'd be stupid enough to actually let your species make more than half of C-sec.

You're not as wise and stern as the women of his species, neither are you as dim and aggressive as the male krogans. No... regardless of gender, he found out that all humans are a weird mix of both

There is cleverness in you, but it's mitigated by an equal amount of carelessness. You're adventurous and curious but also cuddly and lazy. You have no qualms showing weakness, leaning against him so casually—he can't remember the last time he was hugged before you came into his life, and now he cannot get enough of you body sprawled over his lap.

Whatever the hell natural evolution is, he is immensely thankful to it, for the stars to align and make the humans as plump as they are bouncy. The way a simple jump enough to get all parts of your body moving in a roll, the way a ripple moves through your thighs and stomach when he pins you down on the couch.

The way he'd fist his cock at night while watching a video of a human riding an impossibly girthy dildo, it's almost the size of their forearm and yet their greedy hole takes it in so seamlessly.

Fuck, it's almost the size of his cock.

Imagining it's you bouncing on his lap instead, not allowing him to help move you up and down, instead stubbornly insisting to fuck yourself on his cock.

ripples going through your entire body as you bounce up and down, chest pressing against his face, almost touching the rough exterior of his shell. How his entire mouth is as wide as your torso, how his gaint tongue can swipe against both your nipples at once.

His cock squeezing tightly in your hot insides—he tightens his fist around it as—borderline painfully so, how he can trace it's outline slightly poking out from inside your stomach.

He's so close, he wants nothing more than to fill you with his cum. Resisting the urge to grab you by the waist and fuck into you like a flashlight, he needs to be gentle, you're beginning him to breed you, he needs to go slowly, you're climaxing around his cock, he needs to move with care, you're milking him for all he's worth begging for his cum, he needs to be–

A deep sound loudly leaves the back of his throat, akin to an animalistic growl as he empties himself into his hand. Stripes of white covering the sheets, pooling in the middle of the bed from the sheer quantity of it.

He takes a deep breath.

You might just trigger his rut early without realising it.

[greenqueenhightower]

different anon but ita about olivia and fabien talking about their cut scene being about S2. given the context of the interview question I actually think they meant they shot a more explicit sex scene but it was cut, or cut down to the version that exists in 2x01, hence the tamer episode rating.

it’s been insane watching all sides of the fandom absolutely lose their minds over alicole while i’m just over here still in disbelief that they’re canon lol. the toxicity, the hypocrisy, that’s all part of what makes it delicious lmao. the only thing i’ll say to fellow shippers is i think it’s wise to just enjoy what we have! imo it’s pointless to fret over how the gp will react or worry how they’ll hate alicent more etc. like most of them would’ve hated her regardless of anything she did, so she might as well get her some tall dornish knight while she can ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hi anon! 💚

Yes, it could be that they shot a more explicit scene which was cut down to the version of one of the sex scenes we will see this season. I guess we will know for sure if any of the scenes we see are "beautiful, messy, scrappy" in a sense lol. My take on it is that the producers probably cut the scene because they wanted to highlight and promote a different emotion than what the "beautiful, messy, scrappy sex scene" did. I think the cut scene's emotion was probably lust, or yearning and longing as we saw between Daemon and Rhaenyra at Driftmark? Maybe? This means the producers felt that Alicole had to go in a different direction for the sex scenes. I am thinking we might see a tender, loving, romantic sex scene instead but who knows?

I also never thought the day that Alicole becomes canon would ever come lol. I was entirely content with shipping them from a distance, interpreting their angst, and dissecting their every move and gaze. But hey! I won't complain that they are together as long as the writing is good and their motivations are clear, they don't have sex during B&C and the show does not insinuate they have been sleeping together since Viserys was alive and that Daeron is their son.

You are right about enjoying it as it comes though. I have stopped reading leaks and reviews because I am having a stroke trying to determine which of them are fake and to what extent. I will just take each episode as it comes. Whatever the producers have decided to do with Alicole, we will find out soon enough.

And you're so right about Alicent--sadly the general public does not get her. But we are here to cheer for her as she gets herself her man.

[kairiscorner]

Your writings are so great and capturés the captures so well!! I have a request based off from your previous req fandic of Noir x criminal!reader. (I LOVE THAT SO MUCH AA) can you write where the crimimal!reader gets badly injured and Noir takes cares of them, gets mad and scold them for being so reckless then starts to beg them to quit the criminal life cus he wants them to be safe? It can be a hurt/comfort type of thing

HIIII OMG I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT??? and ofc anon babe, i gotchu >:)) imma consider this a part 2 for the noir x criminal reader :DD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

content warnings! mentions of bleeding, open flesh wounds, mentions of guns and firing of guns, and light cursing up ahead. please don't read any further beyond the cut if you are uncomfortable with these themes ^^

"when is this ever going to be enough for you?"

his voice was stern, though extremely exhausted. he was finishing sewing up the wounds you sustained earlier when he found you. he had a long day fighting crooks, and to top it all off, you were there. you were there, and you got hurt, badly. he knew he didn't need to help you, you knew he could've knocked you out and threw you to the curb to wait for the cops to take care of after a few hours--but he did. he carried you in his arms gently, said sorry when you moaned out in pain as he felt over a flesh wound on your side which was generously given to you by one of your 'allies' as they screwed up shooting a guard and had the bullet ricochet and lodge itself into your side.

you felt dizzy a while ago due to how much blood you were losing, but luckily, peter found you and brought you to a rooftop where hardly anyone frequented and patched you up with a stray med kit he found at a nearby clinic. he was a little scrappy at it, and you had to teach him how to do it since you were used to getting scuffed up on this crappy job. you winced and breathed in sharply through your teeth as he took the bullets out, applied the ointment, and sewed up the open flesh wounds you got. you told him exactly just how painful it was, it was a stinging pain that you wished would go away as you told him to take it easy, but he refused to give you that luxury--a pass on the pain you deserved for thinking you would be able to live a carefree life after trying to continue this life of crime.

"what do i have to do to change your mind?" he asked you after you hurled insults and curse words at him while he patched you up and finished. "change my mind? with what?" you asked a little sarcastically, knowing that peter would get angry like he did last time, which you found... a little attractive. peter sighed as he looked up at you unmasked; he was dashing as always; looking soft and harmless, but you knew he was anything but those things, in reality. "you know what i mean." he said as he got up and looked down at the alley he found you and a few other members of your little ensemble down there, injured. you breathed out a sigh as well as you looked up at his back that was now facing you. "i would if i could, parker. you can say you know how shitty this world is, and yet you don't seem to realize why i do what i do." you said with an ironic chuckle, a chuckle at how depressing your situation had become.

"and you don't seem to realize that i do everything i can to help you." he chimed in as soon as you stopped talking. he turned to face you, no longer having any anger in his eyes, instead pure sympathy and care filled his frame as he brought his shoulders down and faced you like you were no criminal, no evil doer, no sinner--a human, just like him, who struggled to survive. "i'm more than willing... more than willing to wire you money. aunt may's told me to give more than i can receive, and you're always the first person i think of every waking hour. connect the dots, why don't you?" he asked you to do with a cracking voice as he sat down next to you, taking off his glasses to wipe the tears forming in his eyes.

"i'd give you the world, a whole new one, if you wanted." he said as he met your gaze, staring into his own with a look of perplexity and just a tad bit of guilt and shame. he gently took your hand in his own gloved one and sighed. "even if this world hates you for what you've become... i'd protect and love you anyway." he muttered, which made your eyes go wide, and your mind run a mile a minute at what he said. you opened your mouth to speak, but when no words--no sound, no peep, no squeak, no nothing--came out, you closed it again, and found yourself merely staring at him, fazed entirely by those six words he uttered.

"please... don't do this anymore. it kills me every... every time you..." he muttered, unable to continue his thoughts as he took your hands in his own and clenched them, sobbing, begging for you to give up this dangerous life and just... let him in, let him help you.

a/n: gonna end this here, sorry :' )) but i want it to be up to you guys where this goes ^^

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @maxoloqy @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper

[kimbapisnotsushi]

you seem to have a good read on HQ and your takes are great, so i have a question...and if you'd rather not go there, please ignore this! but i see oikawa get called "arrogant" quite often and i'm curious, would you say he is? what is it that makes people think that? imo he has a plenty of flaws, but i truly don't think arrogance is one of them. self-centered, sure, but not arrogant i think. i'm open to being wrong, i'm just legit so confused by that particular criticism, it makes me doubting my reading comprehension. i feel like that one post that's like "free my man, he didn't do that. he did a lot of other stuff tho" LOL. if you do answer this, then thanks for your time!

oh, dear anon. this is a very very big question and i'm honored you think i am capable of providing an answer that does it justice!! i don't consider myself an oikawa expert by far, but i'll do my best because he's still very beloved to me, and i hope whatever i say helps!

(but also - maybe take what i say with a grain of salt LMAO)

anyways, to get the main point out of the way: i completely agree that oikawa isn't arrogant! i actually haven't seen any commentary about that myself (bless!!!), so i can't say for sure why some people might think that, but my guess is that they think his pridefulness = arrogance — they think that the confidence he has in himself and seijoh contributes nothing to their actual power and is utterly meaningless if they don't win, especially in the face of ushijima. which, like, come on. what kind of captain would he be if he wasn't confident in himself and his teammates? is he supposed to tell them that they're going to lose??? is he supposed to discourage their hard work and effort???

or maybe it's because oikawa acts like he's all that, but doesn't have anything to show for it. who does he think he is? what does he think his pride is worth? what right does he have to go around making grand declarations when he has nothing to his name?

(which isn't entirely true, either, but we'll get into that, promise.)

now, do i think that he can, occasionally, be flippant, shallow, and/or petty? yeah, sure. he's got one hell of a personality about it. even iwaizumi says as much. oikawa is great at being a little shit. it's one of my favorite things about him!

but is oikawa genuinely arrogant, or self-centered? well . . . i don't think so.

see, here's the thing about oikawa: he knows he's good, but he doesn't think he's good enough. i think it'd be easiest to really explain what that meant if we broke this down into two separate parts, so let's give it a go, shall we?

(buckle up, friends, because it's about to get LONG. also: TIMESKIP SPOILERS!! and there's a tldr at the start of the tags because. WOW.)

so, first things first: if people are calling oikawa arrogant, then i'm like 99% sure that they don't actually know what the word "arrogant" means.

"arrogant" is used to describe someone full of themselves. it's used to describe someone conceited and pompous. it's used to describe someone so assured of and invested in their self-importance that they don't care for other people, and if it seems like they do, then it's usually wildly off the mark and still serves to inflate their own egos.

oikawa has never once been like that. he's been pretty much the exact opposite, in fact.

and yeah, sure, by his third year of high school, he knows he's good at volleyball, and that's fine! it's perfectly all right to claim you're good at something if you have the skills/experience to back it up. confidence is healthy as long as it isn't in overabundance, and we actually see a lot of this throughout the series!

(not to mention that this was where ushijima fell short. he was overflowing with confidence. he did not believe, for even a single second, that hinata shouyou and his meager, scrappy little flock of crows could beat him.

but oikawa? he knew. he knew what it looked like to make something bloom.)

the key to oikawa's confidence that made him better was that he could pinpoint others' strengths and weaknesses just as well as he could with his own. and (bear with me, please, i might get kind of boring here bc it's nothing that hasn't been said in the manga before) i don't mean it in the way we see the coaches or more analytical players do, as observations to be taken advantage of by everyone else; i mean that in the sense of how vital it is to his position as a setter. that was always the biggest difference between oikawa and kageyama: no matter how much more raw talent kageyama had, no matter how much better oikawa believed him to be, kageyama, especially in the beginning, struggled to do what oikawa could with a team. kageyama struggled to bring out the best in each player. and it wasn't because he didn't know how -- oikawa freely admitted that kageyama had the skill for it, that kageyama, once he got his shit together, could win against him -- it was because kageyama didn't have that same confidence in himself.

(not until much later, anyways. but that's another story, for another time.)

so, oikawa's confident. he knows he's good. he can bring out the best in each player. he's got a killer serve (and a killer smile!), a mind for tactics that borders on machievallianism, and cherishes the trust he is given like it's something precious. his coaches let him lead without leaning on them. his team has the utmost respect and admiration for him. he has a reputation. from karasuno to shiratorizawa to the whole of miyagi -- there is not a single character who knows oikawa tooru and would believe that he is, in any way, bad at volleyball.

but it's not enough. despite all of that, oikawa still doesn't think he's good enough. and that, friends, brings us to the second point.

oikawa tooru is nothing if not passionate.

so were the others, of course. kageyama kept going after his grandfather's death. hinata kept going while being a nobody from nowhere with no one to back him up. atsumu kept going while osamu didn't. it's not even about just those who went pro -- kenma, kuroo, noya, and everyone else found things that they were passionate about and kept going with it. the entire story revolves around loving what you do and trying to keep that love alive, and, sometimes, that can be really, really difficult when it seems like it doesn't love you back.

oikawa was so insecure over kageyama to the point where he nearly decked the poor kid. oikawa got crushed by ushijima-- who kept telling him that his team was not good enough, that his choices were not good enough, that there was nothing good enough to be proud of -- for years in a row. oikawa was taught that there would always be someone better than him no matter how skilled he was, but if he let that stop him then he didn't fucking belong on the court in the first place.

oikawa tooru is intimately acquainted with not being good enough, but he keeps trying to be. he keeps going. he tries to keep the love alive even if he's not loved back. he pushes and practices and takes a plane far from home to become even better. even if he doesn't have the skill, even if he doesn't have the talent, even if he doesn't have the love -- he still has his pride. and what does that mean, in the end? how far does that take him?

in the end, oikawa tooru walks across a world stage and sees people who believed in him on the other side and calls it a family reunion. in the end, he gets to play the volleyball that reminds him of why he loves it and how it gives him so much love back. in the end, his pride is unyielding and unbreakable, a product of the forge. he molded it with his own two hands. he will not let it falter so easily.

arrogance would not have taken oikawa tooru this far. i hope this has proven that he is anything but.

remember: instinct is something you polish. talent is something you make bloom. and never, ever let anyone else tell you what your pride is worth.

[kinnbig]

Do you have any Big headcanons?

anon I'm kissing you on the mouth for this. I have so many Big headcanons, thank you for enabling me 😁

in one of the character videos, Nodt mentions that Big grew up around Kinn - my headcanon is that this is because his father was a high-ranking bodyguard who, when Big was a teenager, was killed either protecting Kinn's mother or during Tankhun's kidnapping. Big had spent a little bit of time on the compound when his father was alive, but after his death left Big orphaned, Big didn't really have anywhere else to go. he was small and kind of scrappy but could mostly look after himself and was willing to learn to fight, so Korn let him stay on the compound so he could start training him up as Kinn's future bodyguard.

he's a similar age to Kinn (maybe 6 months or so younger) and the two of them got on well growing up. Big fell for Kinn pretty young, and though nothing ever happened between them, they did come close a few times. I think as a teenager Kinn genuinely liked and was attracted to Big, but he never let anything happen because he knew Big was being trained to be his bodyguard and so his father wouldn't like it - and until Porsche came along, there wasn't anything Kinn wanted more than his father's approval. Kinn liked Big, but not enough to risk everything for him.

Big becoming Kinn’s bodyguard officially and Kinn entering a relationship with Tawan put a lot of strain on their friendship. eventually, when Big started to suspect that Tawan was working with the Italians, he brought his concerns to Arm - who helped him get hold of email/phone evidence. Big being able to see Tawan's betrayal when Kinn couldn’t made Kinn start to resent Big. it was the nail in the coffin for their friendship.

🏳��‍🌈 he's gay. 🏳️‍🌈 he's never hidden it - Kinn knows, all the other bodyguards know - which makes Porsche accusing him of being a homophobe especially funny.

he's hopelessly in love with Kinn, but that doesn't mean he's never been with other men. he’s never been in a relationship, but especially in his early twenties, when Kinn was seeing Tawan, he had a few one night stands on his days off.

he shares a room with Ken ("... and they were roommates!") and the two of them are good friends (with benefits. maybe. 👀) but they never talk to each other about anything serious because they're both allergic to feelings.

he's also friends with Arm, and the two of them play a lot of video games together in their free time. mostly first person shooters, but enough Mario Kart for Big to have strong feelings about the best vehicle specs (also he mains King Boo).

Big and Tankhun have always really got on each other's nerves. they just find each other exceptionally irritating - and Big holds some level of a grudge against Tankhun because of the situation Kinn is now in.

Big canonically has Nodt's 'humble' tattoo - perhaps it was a trait Kinn complimented Big on a few times when they were younger :(

nipple. piercings.

listen. Big is the only bodyguard in the show that we never see shirtless. you can't prove that he doesn't have nipple piercings.

this one isn't even a headcanon this is canon. to me.

✨ Ken version ✨

[saintsenara]

If your still taking emoji game asks, I’ll go for 👍 💌 👽 You recs are always divine!

thank you so much for the ask, anon - i am definitely still taking asks for this game :)

👍🏽 a fic you bookmarked recently

beasts by @whinlatter 

harry potter/ginny weasley teen | 80k words

why i recommend it:

i am - obviously - on the record as not a hinny girly, but whinlatter is one of the few people able to convince me of the pairing. this is because she’s a beautiful writer, but it’s mainly - and i think this is incredibly important - because she writes the stars of the show as actually funny. there seems to be a real tendency in "how is the world rebuilt after the war?" fics to make everything unstoppably angsty, with lots of therapy-speak processing of trauma. and that never hits for me, largely because it’s not something i can picture harry "what’s a coping mechanism?" potter and friends being willing to do.

beasts instead gets the vibe completely right - teenagers without all the answers muddling through as best as they can, which always seems to result in them choosing the stupidest [and funniest] option. harry is both self-isolating and self-righteous, hermione is brittle and very loyal, ron is the only one with any emotional stability, mcgonagall has had enough, and ginny is - to quote the author herself - written like scrappy do.

which isn’t to say that this fic isn’t angsty - it is, at heart, an exploration both of how ginny deals with being back at hogwarts in 1998-99 when the castle is filled with memories she’d rather not have to think about every day, and of how the end of voldemort doesn’t magically mean an end to the astonishing corruption in wizarding society. 

it also has an acceptable amount of hits if you control + f "riddle". so there’s that.

👽 a fic that isn’t prose (poetry, text fic, etc.)

no amount of therapy can help by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor

harry potter/tom riddle | voldemort general 

why i recommend it:

because it makes me shriek.

harrymort youtuber au? it's likelier than you think.

💌 a fic that inspired you to create something for it

this is cheating, because it’s not a specific fic, but @broomsticks [who you will know as leftsidedown on ao3] inspires me a great deal. she is absolutely committed to multi-shipping [and especially to femslash multishipping] in a way which is really quite rare now, as well as to exploring the full spectrum - from fluff to filth to filthy fluff - we can write our characters into. plus, she’s a fandom history encyclopedia, and one of the few people on earth apparently willing to do statistical analysis of harry potter fanfiction for fun. she also gives great prompts, which have led to two of my favourite pieces of my own work: enchanter’s nightshade and the three sisters.

and three pieces of hers you should try: the best of us | in another life | for everything a season

[frownyalfred]

au idea for anyone who wants to play with it:

Gotham always has a Batman, no matter what

au where Bruce is living a happy and healthy life with his happy and healthy PennyWaynes family. because Jason drew the Batman card.

similar story, except that Willis was still able to be around after Catherine died. he tried to teach Jason to be scrappy and crafty, but the two of them were met in an alley, and Willis didn't make it back out.

Jason is a young Batman, with his suit made of tattered cargo pants and an old sweater and blanket, and his cowl is a ski mask with a police scanner and radio for ears. he stick to the shadows, using amateur theater tricks to avoid fights because he's too small to win them. he does a good job of scaring off attackers and watches over kids and workers as they make their ways home at night.

Tim drew the Joker card. similar story, but he fell a little farther than normal. he's kind of a shutterbug Joker; he's not as murderous, but he's still dangerous and unpredictable. he believes everyone is wearing a mask and the only way to see who they really are is to see what makes them laugh. he takes tons of candids, and is especially fond of getting shots where someone is completely alone.

Dick ended up as Penguin's #1 muscle after the accident. he is very scary despite the glimpses of charm. Oswald treats him like a son, but Dick sees Oswald more like a ringleader. Ozzy brings Dick around pretty much everywhere he goes because Dick has a rather diverse skillset.

that's all I really have, except the personal little idea that Batman saves Bruce's ass but gets messed up doing so, and Bruce rushed Jason back to the manor so Thomas can patch him up, because Bruce knows well enough to know that he can't take The Batman to a hospital.

That’s really interesting anon! I hope someone plays with this idea like you suggested!

[pynkhues]

They're all amazing in that sequence and Sam is incredible at showing an internal conflict we can't fully understand yet. I am really curious about if that conflict is about Lestat having to hold *himself* because because he needs to get to the end of the trial so he can do the "Banished" mind control thing, or if the coven or Armand is sometimes controlling him, or if it's both -- I think at least some of it is definitely him struggling to hold himself back, and the times when he fails are when he goes off-script...but he controls himself enough that the coven keeps him onstage until the end of the play. But then that shot of him shaking weirdly as they're about to kill Claudia and Madeleine REALLY looks like external control, that looks like more than just him being depleted after doing the mind control. Which would make sense, that the coven and/or Armand would physically control him after he foils the plan to kill Louis -- but I do wonder if that means we're going to see him try to save Claudia, even if he knows it's futile, or at least try to speak to her or get to her....

I'm right there with you, anon. I'm SO curious as to how the show returns to it in s3. Honestly, the twitter thread that went a little viral from the person who knew one of the trial extras kind of validated my suspicions that during the trial, Armand and the coven knew that Madeleine was the lynch pin - after all, Lestat could communicate with her, she could communicate with Claudia, who could communicate with Louis. If you take her out of the equation, the only vampires in / on trial who can communicate are Claudia and Louis, who are both seriously injured and absolutely in crisis mode.

I tend to think that Santiago was distorting Madeleine's mind (hence his whispering to her, and the fact of which might be confimed by that twitter thread if it's true), the rest of the coven was focused on Louis and Claudia, and Armand was entirely focused on Lestat. If it follows the book, Armand has been starving and torturing Lestat for a while (I think it's just a week or so in the books, but given the show expanded the Paris timeline by years in general, who knows what it could be now?) so I think he's probably controlling Lestat a lot and Lestat just keeps gathering enough scrappy energy to lash out.

The way the show's written it, the mind gift does seem to take a lot out of Lestat - he can't use it with just an eye vibration like Armand, he bleeds from the ears and doesn't seem like he can be interrupted during it + is wobbly after it. So, I don't know! I love the idea that he tried to save Claudia, because I do think he loved her, but I also think it's very in character for him to have tunnel visioned on Louis knowing that he had limited capacity. I definitely think he was trying to communicate with Madeleine though to figure out a way for them to escape - after all, Lestat's a survivor through and through, and he might not always bring people with him, but if he had the choice, there, then, with his little family, I do think he would've done all he could to pull them all through it.

[bitletsanddrabbles]

So, my brain has been poking kinda lethargically at the Phillip comes to the Island story. It's doing so in the manner that normally doesn't mean anything, but it is at least chewing on old problems like "how am I going to end this?"I have possibilities, I've just not chosen one.

One of the more likely scenarios, though, is after he's been there long enough to get his sanity glued back together head on straight, he gets married. The question is: to whom? Random.org hath proclaimed that Thomas is married to Peter Fitzroy for this one, so now I turn to you guys and ask:

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15, 17, 18?

15. Do you foresee any personal or professional obstacles this year, that would keep you from creating fanworks? 

Ha, lol. Nothing will stop me. But I suppose I can admit some things may get in my way lol. For example:

Finding out I actually got into grad school

my HellJob worsens my burnout to the point that BG3 isn’t enough to fix it (god forbid) (it’s working so far… but let’s not jinx it, lol.)

Any number of possible family ordeals coming to pass. (Collapse, Reunion, Reunion destabilizing the system enough to cause Collapse…) (I know that’s vague, but I don’t want to elaborate more than that. TLDR: it’s a delicate ecosystem at times. But there’s no sense in worrying. Suffering ahead is suffering twice, or whatever.)

Truth is, 2023 was the year life really found new ways to fuck me up. And I still posted plenty nonetheless… so I wouldn’t worry too much. I’m nothing if not hardy. Like a scrappy little tundra plant 👍 (But if you’re the type see fanwork as merely content… then I guess you’ll be waiting longer than you like. Sorry. Can’t be helped.)

17. Do you typically answer all comments/reviews individually? Do you plan to change the way you interact with your readers this year?

Yes, I do answer everything—I love it. I plan to keep it that way until the end of time. If you left me an ask or a comment on AO3, I absolutely plan on answering it! (In fact, I have one I’m formulating a response to right now)

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method? 

Oh, I have a weird workflow. It goes something like this: 

Draft a rough major outline for the fic as a whole. Barebones, plot skeleton. For SWRD, this is done. ✓

Go in and add in the fine details and emotional moments. The substance, if you will. With the way I write canon divergence, this is where it gets sticky: lots of rearranging, and setup for future divergences/characterizations here. Since I go past what canon gives us, it means I want to watch my footing and step carefully, so to speak.

Fill in the scenes with real words. The easy part! Mostly. 

For steps 2 and 3, I work in “sets” of chapters. So I have about 3 or 4 in the works right now. They might be on the longer side. 

Mostly, it’s about getting the emotional arcs balanced with the onset of Rogier’s true decline right now. And sowing seeds for their future dealings with Ranni post-Nokron 👍

Would I like to change it? Nah. It gives me time to think, so I can (hopefully) end up with something coherent. More free time would be nice tho… XD

Thanks for the ask anon, Happy New Year! 🎉

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