#is this soft? yes because they're in love

[spinedotlazuli1120]

You wanna know what makes this whole thing so much worse?

People thinking that EVERYONE in the hotel is a good person.

Yeah, Charlie's literally the kindest person IN THE SHOW, but the others? No.

Vaggie may have spared the child sinner, but that doesn't excuse her killing other sinners, and I for sure never saw ANY ounce of regret on her face for killing sinners BEFORE the child sinner.

Husk may have his soul owned by Alastor, but he was still an overlord. An overlord who GAMBLES IN SOULS, MIND YOU. He lost those souls to Alastor, basically selling them to the Radio Demon. "But he loves Angel! Love is only for good people, wight?" Bitch, just cuz he's in love doesn't mean he's a good guy. Have you SEEN Scarlett Overkill and her husband Herb from the Minions Movie? No? Then get outta my sight.

Angel Dust. Oh man, where do I start? Yes, he was manipulated by Valentino into a deal, forced him to sell his body to every sinner who wants a piece of it, made him expose himself to the public, and raped him in front of everyone. Yes, I know. But, that doesn't erase the fact he was in the MAFIA. That doesn't erase the fact that he KILLED PEOPLE FOR THE STUPIDEST REASONS WHEN HE WAS ALIVE. Despite his stage name, Anthony is not an angel. He may be striving to be one, but he still has a long way to go.

Lucifer? Oh, this is gonna be fun. He is the DEVIL. THERES A REASON HES CALLED THE DWVIL, FOLKS. YOU HEAR THAT?! he isn't some UwU baby who could do no harm and was forced out of heaven for no fault of his. He disobeyed the rules of heaven, by giving the FORBIDDEN FRUIT to Eve. By doing this, he unintentionally let Evil enter the world. It may have been unintentional, but rules exist for a reason. And don't you pull the "BUT HE DIDNT KNOW" card on me, he may have not known it, but like I said before, rules exist for a reason. Not only that, but he also blames humanity for ending up IN HELL. HUMANS WHO SINNED JUST LIKE HIM ARE ALL IN HELL. OH WHAT A FUNNY COINCIDENCE, IS IT NOT?! He. Is literally. The FIRST sinner in Existence. To add to that, he claims he's so much better than the sinners cuz he's an angel. YOU WERE AN ANGEL, LUCIFER. WERE! THAT DOESNT CHANGE WHAT YOU DOD THAT RESULTED TO THIS.

Pentious is a fucking warlord. He build inventions for DESTRUCTION. JUST BECAUSE HES ALL SOFT BOI UWU TO THE HOTEL DOESNT MEAN HES A SOFT BOI UWU TO ALL OF HELL.

The reason why I didn't put Niffty and Alastor here is because those who write them do not mess up their characters. Even though there are those who write them as a bit OOC, they're still closer to what they canonically are.

But for the characters listed above? Nah, their writers are delusional as fuck, especially when it comes to Husk and Lucifer.

"Alastor is a villain because he chained poor Husk 🥺"

I think you all forget THIS is the Husk that made the deal with Alastor:

The Husk that was so careless and selfish that was gambling SOULS, to the point he gambled his own soul away to save his powers.

[papasbaseball]

The Wizard x Reader (Wonderful Wonderful Girl) | Chapter 15

Pairing: Wizard x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Power Imbalance, Boss/Employee Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Sexual Content

Summary: Being a maid in the Royal Palace of Oz is not half so bad. Despite the meager wages, everything else is provided for you for an honest day's work. It can be unnerving working for the most powerful man in Oz, but you are able to avoid him most of the time. This changes during Lurlinemas, your paths soon becoming inextricably intertwined.

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They take two hours conducting their investigation on the wrecked train. I don't care. The train they've come on is stocked with coffee and a wonderfully rich hot chocolate that brings me back to the night markets of the Emerald City. It's so sweet and thick that for a moment I can forget about everything that has happened: the assassination, fleeing, the wreck, almost dying more times than I'm ready to count. The soft glow of the lights strung from building to building paints my face once more, the citizens of the Emerald City press and shove as they hurry from stall to stall to buy treasures for loved ones on Lurlinemas. There is the click and rolling woosh of the seating car’s hallway door and the officer from the Frottica police walks into his makeshift office, pulling me from my daydream.

"Sorry to interrupt you," he says. "I just wanted to get a few questions out of the way before we head back to Frottica. You both managed to survive the train wreck..." He jots some words down in his notebook.

"Yes," the Wizard says. "All thanks to her of course." He grabs my sprained hand, petting it through the bandages he had wrapped this morning. They're a little worse for the wear, covered in the coal dust from the train from where I'd gone climbing. My mittens had actually spared them from the brunt of the damage.

The officer, Inspector Caffet as he had introduced himself to us when I'd come bounding out from behind the wreck, turns to me. "And ma'am you had decided to jump from the train because why?"

I blink, shedding what little warmth of my imaginary night market I had wrapped myself in. "I- I felt the train not slowing- I mean... I saw the curve and I knew something was wrong when we weren't slowing." The Wizard squeezes my hand. Inspector Caffet reminds me a little too much of the officer who had taken me from the night market in the Emerald City, even if he did wear a heather uniform instead of green.

"And you jumped from the train?" he asks.

"Officer," the Wizard says, "It has been a rough 24 hours. Women are weak in their constitution, perhaps we could let her rest-"

"I am not weak!" I object. Oh, it is everything I can do to not smack him right now! "And that's really rich coming from you when I had to pull you up out of the snow. You were ready to just d-"

The Wizard shoots me a look that has the words 'Shut up' written on it. He apologizes to the officer. "Look at her, she's hysterical. Maybe, just, uh..."

Inspector Caffet gives me a look of pity that's mixed with reluctance, his neat pencil-thin mustache quivering with his lips. "It's really best to get all the details as soon as possible before the memory distorts them... but perhaps a little pause might calm her."

"Excellent idea," the Wizard says, patting my injured hand as if I were some upset child. Inspector Caffet gives him a courteous nod and then exits the passenger car.

"I ought to sock you in the mouth, you jackass," I say. "'Hysterical'?"

"I hope you're not planning to use those words around the inspector," he says, letting go of my hand to massage the side of his cheek in thought. "We really need to do something about your language."

"Well you are a jackass," I say.

"And you are a bouquet of roses," he smiles. "Listen, we need to get our story straight. Heading to a safe house at Rouncible is not going to fly. We can't even go to the safe house anymore: it's compromised. Whatever hooligan was driving our train had it out for me. He's gone and nowhere to be found. The best we can hope for is that he was long gone by the time the train exploded and told that Winkie ass we died in the fireball."

"You think it was Fiyero's doing?" I ask.

"Well, we are at war with them," he says sarcastically with his signature charming smile. "Come on. Where's that clue you got from earlier?"

I set down my hot chocolate on the side table next to me, and reach into the furs, pulling the handkerchief out. Here in the fanciful and not decaying car, I finally get a good look at it. It's covered in soot, but underneath it, patches of the original white cotton peak through. A blue embroidered border of vines elevates it just barely, and a blue 'M' is embroidered in one corner. The Wizard takes it from me, holding it up to the sunlight.

"You'd think a conductor would own something less... nice." His thumb tries to rub away the soot, but it just smears it in further.

"He wasn't a conductor," I say. "Something was wrong about him. He yelled at me when I was on the train tracks, almost like he didn't want to be seen or didn't know who I was."

The Wizard side-eyes me. "You know, doll… we, uh… we really need to talk about your dangerous habits. Maybe see about breaking you of a few of them. What were you doing on the train tracks? Trying to get yourself killed?"

I look away from him, making a study of the fancy passenger car. It's a good thing that it’s shiny with chrome and new upholstery in a robin egg blue, because the guilt of looking him in the eye, knowing that I almost let him die in the accident, is too much. Even just looking away isn't enough; I can feel his eyes on my blushing neck. I get up from my chair, taking my cup to the hot chocolate urn.

"I'm not going to be mad at you," he says, almost a million miles away.

"It's nothing," I say, flipping the spigot. Thick and creamy chocolate fills the cup once more, little tendrils of steam waft up from it as it meets the warm air of the car. "I was just saying… something was wrong with him. You really don't recognize the handkerchief at all?"

I drop two blocks of marshmallow one by one on top of the liquid chocolate, waiting for his response. "No," he says. "It's rather standard. I could pick this up from any shop from desert to desert."

Satisfied that we’ve changed topics, I turn back to him. "Is there really no way to trace it?"

The corners of his mouth pull back in a grimace as he examines the cloth. "Maybe... Morrible could... It's not really her specialty."

There's the sound of the outer door opening, and I reach back over and snatch the handkerchief out of his hands, and stuff it back down into my furs. Inspector Caffet walks back into the seating car, notebook in hand.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," he says, "but was there anything of importance in the car that you wanted us to try and retrieve? It will probably take months for us to clear the wreck and flip the car. The railway's equipment is currently being used in the Glikkus; avalanche happened and knocked out a whole 18-car train. I just need to know so we can get your things back to you when they do flip it."

"Didn't the whole thing burn?" I ask. My hands wrap around my scalding cup of cocoa.

The officer hesitates, but answers, "Yes."

"My father and I were visiting family that live past Frotsell," I lie. "We would ask you to drop us off there, but I'm afraid we'll need to head back to Frottica. All of our belongings were in there, including our clothes, and we can't very well go on without them. And my wrist... I fear I might have broken it." I hold out the dirty bandaged wrist for him to inspect.

"Where did you get that from," he asks, poking at the wrappings with his stub of a pencil.

"A nearby hunter offered us shelter," I say. Only a half-lie. "We came back to see about getting our stuff, but the whole thing was burned-" I cut myself off, pressing the back of my bandaged hand to my mouth, feigning tears. I set my cup down on the hot chocolate sideboard, turning my back to Inspector Caffet as I slip my left hand into the Wizard's.

"Inspector, you'll have to forgive her. The accident seems to be more traumatic than I thought. My daughter-" he eyes me at those words. I'm never going to hear the end of this. "-Could we come see you at the Frottica police station once she is feeling better? I wouldn't want her going catatonic."

"Of course, sir," Inspector Caffet says. "Don't feel bad about it, truly. These things do happen. It is a blessing she still has you to care for her."

"Oh, yes," the Wizard agrees solemnly, nodding his head.

"Saw a case where a burglar broke into this woman's flat and she still isn't talking to this day. She didn't have any family left, so there was only one place to take her. Poor thing."

"So, so sad," the Wizard says with a shake of his head. "My girl is lucky to have her father with her. Can you imagine if we had been separated?" He squeezes my hand and I look down to lock eyes with him. Those dark brown eyes seem to look through me and it feels as if he preternaturally knows about the ten dollars that is sitting heavy in my pocket. "My poor girl probably would have gone catatonic herself. No one to care for her and protect her."

I take my hand from him, holding it to my chest. It was all well to play this game to throw off the inspector, but whatever is being unsaid between his words is too far.

"Yes, well. Very lucky. Very lucky," the inspector says with a cough. "I'll let you see to her continued healing. Come see me at the station in Frottica after you get settled. I think we should be taking off here soon. There's not many clues that I or the railway can get from the burnt heap of metal. Truly lucky for you to be alive." I can hear the boot stamp of him dismissing himself and then the door shuts again, leaving us alone.

"Father, is it?" the Wizard asks. "And do you keep secrets from your father?"

"I don't have any secrets," I say, going back to the sideboard to grab my cocoa. "And you're not my father. We were just doing a bit."

"Were we?" he asks. "Unfortunately you'll have to keep doing it once we get back to Frottica. We can't have any slip-ups."

"That's ridiculous," I say. "I don't know what kind of sexual complex you have, but-"

"How many spies do you think I have?" he cuts me off.

"Spies? What? I don't know... thirty?" I say.

He barks a laugh at that. "None of them know who I am and I don't know most of them, but it's more than thirty. Every corner of this land has a pair of eyes that are willing to spill to me for the right price." His entire demeanor has shifted, and whatever remained of Oscar Diggs is gone. I am a member of his war council being addressed, one below him in the chain of command. "Prices can be bargained with, and a Wizard that has no money makes for a very very poor client and very very bad loyalty. Anyone who was mine can become Fiyero's. You need to think more carefully about the way that you lie. Oh, no doubt you are skilled at it – hell, I'm almost jealous of the way no one can tell if your tears are real or fake, call it a woman’s charm – but you have to be careful with how you wield it."

"Is that what you think? That I'm fake?" I say, shooting him a cold look.

"Don’t put words in my mouth,” he returns. “I am telling you that you are a part of this team and you need to start acting like it. You need to be ready to commit to this cause."

"Yeah, well I didn't ask to be here," I snap. "You think I want to break my wrist and die of hypothermia? That this is my idea of a fun vacation? I want to go back home."

"You can't, got it?" he says. "All you think about is running away – Oh don't pretend like I didn't notice the money missing from my wallet. I may be kind and all-benevolent, but I wasn't born yesterday."

"Kind!" I shriek. "Is that what you call holding an ambassador hostage?!"

He gets up out of his chair and all six foot four of him is towering over me, disheveled as ever, stubble heavily shadowing his face. "I've made a lot of mistakes, okay. But you have gotten too comfortable. I am still the Wizard of Oz and those are words of treason."

I press my lips together, staring up into those frighteningly dark eyes. "And what are you going to do about it? You gonna kill me?"

His face relaxes, losing any anger that it held. Would he kill me if it came down to it? How far could I go? I watch as his eyes search my face and I think he is asking himself those same questions too. I can see his hand out of the corner of my eye, reaching up to touch my cheek, but he drops it.

"I'm going to go outside to smoke," he mumbles, walking around me and out the door.

I stand there, and I know the answer to my unsaid questions: no one is immune to being assassinated for the greater good of Oz, for the greater good of Oscar Diggs.

[the-crooked-library]

I would like to point out how clearly remake shows us that Ellen is not satisfied with Thomas sexually because their sex scene which is shot to be not sexy on purpose clearly, also shows us that when Thomas takes her Ellen thinks and talks about Orlok and wants Thomas to be like Orlok aka kiss her heart. But he can’t. He can’t give her what she wants.

^^^^ YES this aspect is incredibly prominent, and a significant component of the disconnect in Ellen's marriage to Thomas! There's a few intersecting issues there, but they all do come down to the same thing. Ellen isn't satisfied, because Thomas is never willing to actually take her desires and preferences into account when they are together.

It's shown numerous times that, in a sexual context, Ellen wants to be worshipped. She has a dominant and possessive streak, she is extremely sensual, and these elements are essential to her pleasure. They also intersect with her desire to be seen and recognized for who she is, as well to be given the respect she is so consistently denied. These desires are all strongly discouraged - both in her time, and sometimes in ours. As a woman, she is expected to be deferring; and chaste, except for when her husband chooses. Her opinions and complexity are also never really considered; which is not unexpected, of course. Ellen is a Tragic Madwoman - it's Ophelia, all over again. If you recall, when Hamlet appears mad, the people around him assume there is more to it than his father's death; but when Ophelia does, everybody chalks it up to her father's murder, and nothing else. With all that said, what I personally love about Ellen is that, despite whatever shame she might feel around the subject, or her efforts to be proper, she always knows exactly what she wants. In part, that's what makes her married life so tragic - she keeps reaching out to Thomas, offering him these vulnerable aspects of herself, as well as an opportunity to understand her and connect with her; and she is met with one rejection after another. Still, she cannot ignore what she is - and her choosing Orlok in the end is symbolic of her deciding to "deceive" herself no longer.

Thomas, by contrast, is playing mind games with himself. In theory, he could be submissive. If he indulged that potential within himself, it could be a way for them to connect - considering Ellen's inclinations; however, he sees this aspect of himself as weak, emasculating, shameful, and thus never explores it - except by force, as per the usual gothic exploration of shame/desire, which muddles the waters in that regard. Much of the way he treats Ellen is rooted in the patriarchal rules he cannot bring himself to abandon, since doing so threatens his own sense of masculinity - and, by extension, dignity and self-worth. As such, whenever faced with a situation that might prompt him to be soft, emotional, or worshipful of her, he overcorrects instead. He is afraid of Ellen's perceived "abnormality" because of what it might mean for him. Additionally, he is fairly obviously queercoded, in a classic vampire-genre way; which, in my opinion, is yet another reason they just don't quite seem to click. Whatever he might want out of a sexual relationship, he doesn't really want it with Ellen - and, of course, given his homophobic society, that just piles on more shame, emasculation, and repression. This is why, after their one depicted sexual scene, when she laments her "uncleanliness," he cannot reassure her, no matter how he tries. He cannot accept the "abnormal" aspects of her, because the way he sees her is always affected by the way he sees himself - through a lens of misogyny, queerphobia, and horror. His care for her is therefore largely superficial; he does not know her.

All in all, I am obsessed with this aspect of their failmarriage. They're both so lonely and so desperate for companionship; but neither of them is getting what they want. Not with each other.

[avonne-writes]

This hit me in the soft squishy parts :( I feel for Bucky so much. I know they're both hurting, but with Bucky's initial attempt at actual proper communication and Gale's very visceral reaction it must really feel like whiplash after Gale teaching him how to do that in the first place - not to mention triggering his abandonment issues.

Is there anything you'd like to share about how Bucky feels during this time about Gale's behaviour?

Who is it that raises divorce as a possibility?

You don't have to answer all or any of this of course, but I do love this au so much.

Re: this post

Thank you so much for the questions, I like discussing these more serious topics. ❤️ I could talk about this for several pages, but I tried to summarize some key points.

Yes, absolutely - while Gale feels like he has been betrayed, his visceral reaction is like a slap in turn. Bucky doesn’t expect it. It hurts him, and he finds it unfair.

During this fight, Bucky's confidence takes a big blow. He doesn’t know anymore if he can predict Gale's reaction to things as surely as he used to think he could. He wants to backtrack (his need to appease Gale) but he also doesn’t (his need to have a conversation). All the personal development he has gone through is now up against his fears and insecurities. Should he back down or risk losing everything?

But he also feels guilty, because yes, he knows that Gale doesn’t want kids and yes, in 15 years of a relationship, Bucky never once told him that his desire to have one (or a few) has been growing over the years. He never thought to push the subject seriously - the most he did was telling Gale he'd be a cute dad and letting Gale brush it off with a playful "come off it".

It feels like something so easily avoided going terribly wrong. An issue that he now thinks he could have prevented with easy changes in the past, but younger Bucky and Gale didn’t have the foresight, nor did it seem easy at the time to act any differently. Bucky at 17, 18, 22 was more likely to just go with the flow in general and he truly convinced himself that he didn’t really want kids either. And once you aligned yourself with something, it’s harder to express a change of opinion than to choose the other option in the first place. Bucky marinates in this guilt, regret and helplessness cycle during the fight.

At the same time, once the conflict is well underway, he's really angry with Gale for acting out. He knows Gale's petty side very well but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with it. Whenever Gale gives him the cold shoulder or fucks off on his bike, Bucky wants to scream at him or punch something.

When they actively fight, it gets really painful sometimes and grows past the issue of whether they want to have children or not. They need to apologize for the things they throw at each other's heads during these fights before they could move on to the actual discussion.

And then, of course, Bucky continues feeling a lot of love for Gale, and he longs for him constantly during this time. Not for angry, hurt Gale, but for the Gale who pulls Bucky's head to his chest, holds him close and murmurs the nicest things until the world feels bearable again. The Gale who sets up an opportunity for one of Bucky's silly jokes and then laughs as if he didn’t expect it. The Gale who asks him if Bucky really thinks he’s good enough for NASA, the Gale who smiles into his coffee when he feels Bucky's eyes on him.

Bucky has emotional support from Curt (and his mom, but he doesn’t want to share the issue with her), but nevertheless, these complicated emotions are not easy to deal with.

They never say the word "divorce" to each other. Gale never even implies it during the fight, but they both think about it, Bucky with fear and Gale with despair. Bucky's the one who acknowledges that it hangs between them, but he always calls it "leaving". Gale understands it all the same.

[pastlivesxpastlie]

nyehehehe what if vessie ate the reader out but it was their first time ever and he's obviously very good at it i mean just look at that man and his mouth and uhm yes it's all very soft and sweet because we need comfort in these Tough Times™

....sorry i just can't stop thinking about this man's beautiful lips they're do distracting

🎀🥹 oh god

Smut ahead

Like…unnnfff ok, I got this. Just imagine making out on the couch with NewBoyfriend!Vessel who can’t help his hands drifting down your waist and he’s all “sorry, sorry, can’t help myself,” but you want him to touch you wherever he wants. You’re kissing his neck (side note, I have a visceral obsession with that man’s neck. This should be discussed further) and he moans out asking if can play with you. AAAHhH of course he caaaannnn. His hand wriggles below your waistband and he starts panting and moaning against your mouth as he feels your swollen little clit against his calloused fingertips.

Now, listen, sound off if you agree, but for me there are few things sexier than trusting the person you’re having sex with enough to just sit back and let them do what they want. Not like free use, but just pulling back a little to be a bit more passive and see what they do when you’re not moving their hands or asking for something. That being said, yes it’s your first time with Vessel but you two are so down bad for each other than you feel comfortable letting things progress at his pace. You’d tell him otherwise. Anyways. He slides down to his knees, lips hanging off yours, and hands pulling off your pants. He gently spreads your legs with your ankles in his grip.

“Absolutely perfect,” he breathes out.

I think I might be misunderstanding when you say “very first time.” Their first time together or reader’s first time getting eaten out? I’m pretending it’s both. You can’t stop giggling as his kisses get closer to your heat. He chuckles and growls playfully before pressing some gentle kisses against your pussy. That makes him growl and moan more…hmmm happy boy. He’s so slow and sweet, making sure you experience everything he has to give you so you can learn what you like. He tries flicking your clit with his tongue…gently fucking you with it…sucking your clit. You love it all. You gently tug at his hair, and you’re certainly too shy to hold his face down.

“You wanna cum for me, love?”

“I don’t know how to like this, Ves…I’m sor—“

“Shh no no. Show me how you get yourself off…I’ll help you.”

AAHHHHH

[robotrules]

Thoughts on Fallout: New Vegas from a First Time Player

A (very) long stream of consciousness about how much I like this game:

So I put off playing any Fallout game for the longest time. Had Fallout 3 and Fallout: NV just rotting in my Steam library for literally 15 years, mainly because when I tried playing F:NV when it first came out, it kept crashing and I just gave up. Fast forward to December 2024 and my Youtube algorithm kept on showing me all the stupid shit people did in the games and I was thoroughly amused by all of that, because I too enjoy playing a chaos creature whenever games allow me to. Read that F:NV was the most beloved in the franchise and had a lot of freedom when it came to game choices. Great! Had a western sci-fi theme, a concept I really liked. I love retrofuturism and Westerns and the great expanse of the American Southwest, all wrapped up in a post-apocalyptic setting. But then I stumbled on a video of this guy and I was immediately sold:

I was smitten by Yes Man's voice and sense of humor and goofy face (Dave Foley's vocal performance can't be overstated. He made Yes Man very charming!).

And then I learned that you could actually work with this goofy robot as an actual partner* to take over New Vegas and let me tell you, I COULDN'T CLICK THE INSTALL BUTTON ANY FASTER (pretty sure you could hear a sonic boom coming from my house). AND THE GAME RAN THIS TIME! And thus, I began my odyssey into the Mojave Wasteland.

* Most media robots tend to be cute little sidekicks or antagonistic villains or just dumb enemies, so it was pretty refreshing to actually be able to work alongside a robot/AI as an equal of sorts. My courier is pretty respectful of Yes Man, so I like to think they become friends and co-rulers of the strip. :) (Although I did kinda kill him a few times out of curiosity. He said he'd make it up to me after I killed him and it made me feel bad. ;_; Sorry bb. )

And my first impression of the game? I love it! I was kind of bracing myself for some edgy humor (Like Borderlands) and I was pleasantly surprised that it had a a right balance of silly, serious, and dark when it needed to be. The roleplaying aspect is fun and I like how you can basically be whoever you want to be (with some great comebacks from the courier. When killing Mr. House, you can say "Yes Man needs you out of the way" and I was like "Yup, this game knows exactly what my motivations are" >:) ). The quests never seem to be a slog to me since they're tied to characters and their stories, so the motivation to help (or sow discord) is the main thing that drives me to want to explore and do everything in the game.

Also, non-feral ghouls are so fucking cute. I love their raspy voices and they seem to be (for the most part) nice. I always had a soft spot for creatures that are "othered" like monsters and aliens, and I view ghouls as stand-ins for communities that were medically ostracized (like leprosy and the Hibakusha), so yeah, very easy for me to like them. Also Raul is my absolute favorite, so there's that too. :) I like all the companions tbh. As fantastic as a world as the Fallout universe is, I like how grounded everyone is, just as real as anybody you'd meet out on the streets. And that they all have their own hopes and dreams that aren't centered around the player character. Raul is my favorite just because I love how he tells his story and Danny Trejo's voice is like a glass of warm milk to me (very soothing).

Oh! And obviously I love the robots too. I appreciate that robots seem to vary on their level of sentience (Protectrons vs. Mr. House's personal Securitrons) and the writers treated Victor and Yes Man with just as much care as they did their human characters (I wish Victor had a bigger role though! What a cutie-pie). I find it kind of poetic that it's a robot that saves your life and it's a robot that helps you make major decisions in-game (if you decide to go the Yes Man route). The Courier owes their life to Victor and Yes Man and has their life changed completely because of those two.

And of course I had to make Primm Slim sheriff (that cowboy getup and his little Yee-haw is too precious :') ). Basically, if I don't have to kill them, I am doing my run as a pro-robot and pro-mutant run. I love them too much.

Anyways, there ends my thoughts. I'm not finished yet (currently eliminating the side fractions for Yes Man. Bye-bye Brotherhood. :) ), but I'm looking forward to getting back in the game once I have more time. I think it might be my favorite game!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

A Storm of Stars - An Aemond Targaryen/OC Story.

Okay, I caved and decided to share the first chapter, and will now sit on tenterhooks while awaiting everyone's thoughts! The story runs semi-canon to the events of HOTD, my own weaved in with it, if you will. Enjoy!

Words - 2,635

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added.

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, incest (because yep, they're Targaryens, Aemond and Aemella twin siblings) and a few other details that will be warned of at the start of each chapter. Oh and yes, it will be very smutty! Minors DNI.

The bitter, northern air whipped frigidly at the knight’s face as he made his way across the unforgiving ground, his boots crunching upon clusters of frozen mud. The skies were thick with clouds, primed and ready to shed further snow upon the already laden terrain, the near distance peppered with the sounds of his king, Stannis Baratheon’s men preparing themselves to move off once more, bound for The Wall. 

Entering the tent, Ser Davos looked upon the sight that greeted him with fond affection. There, warming herself within a swathe of soft bear pelts, sat the apple of his eye. The little Princess Shireen, her nose within a book. 

“What tales of the Seven Kingdoms do you read today, princess?” he inquired, taking a seat at her side.  

Shireen placed a marker upon the page she read, turning to her friend. “The story of Aemond and Aemella, Ser Davos.” 

A famous tale if ever there was one, Davos of course recognising it despite his illiteracy. “Ahh, the Targaryen twin stars,” he spoke knowingly, nodding towards the pages. “Read a little to me, if you’d be so kind.”  

His fondly delivered request was honoured, Shireen going back to the beginning of the chapter as she cleared her throat. “Aemond and Aemella Targaryen, second children to King Viserys I Targaryen and his queen, Alicent Hightower, came to be known widely as the twin stars from the moment of their birth upon the seventh day of the sixth moon, one hundred and ten AC.  

“The name originated from their father, the twins quietly rumoured to be the favourite offspring of their parents, their eternal bond rapidly becoming a famous tale for their unwavering devotion to one another. They were, as many a member of their family, or the servants within the Red Keep could attest, inseparable, from their first day right until their last. 

“From their youngest infancy, the twins were said to possess an otherworldly connection, sensing each other's emotions on an inexplicable level. It was the quiet strength and poised grace of the princess that often harnessed the fiery impulses of her brother, later her husband, the prince Aemond. Though it was known, that once wronged, Aemella made for just as deadly an adversary as her twin.” 

“Betrothed to one another at the age of four and ten, together, they were an unstoppable force, a balance of true compliment to one another’s strengths and weaknesses. It is said that a no greater love than theirs had ever before existed within the Targaryen dynasty, nor ever would again, the siblings forever orbiting one another in perfect harmony.” 

Davos had heard the tale on countless occasions throughout his lifetime, yet would never tire when Shireen recited the stories from her books she so treasured. “They rode the biggest dragons the world has ever known as well, princess, after Balerion the Black Dread. It was said that when Vhaegar and Fyreclaw took flight, almost all of Kings Landing was cast into shadow.” 

The princess looked at him with eyes filled with awe. “Can you imagine, Ser Davos?” 

He reached to fondly stroke her hair. “Aye. All we can do is imagine, now that they are long gone.” 

“An inevitability we all must face.” The princess never failed to surprise him with her measured wisdom, such maturity in one so young. Returning her focus to the book set upon her lap, she continued to recount stories from the twins’ early years. 

“They shared not only a bond of blood,” Shireen continued, “but a bond of destiny. It was said that their dragons, the fierce Vhaegar and the majestic Fyreclaw, showed a similar affinity, soaring through the skies of Westeros in perfect harmony. Their flights were rumoured to be a sight of juxtapose, both of unparalleled beauty and foreboding terror.” 

Ser Davos couldn't help but smile, imagining the heavens darkened by the might of such creatures. “Aye, princess. The bond they shared with their dragons was almost as legendary as the one they shared with each other. Aemond claimed the biggest dragon in the world when he was not much older than you, and Aemella was first seated upon Fyreclaw at just five in age. Remarkable.” 

Shireen’s face glowed with a quiet awe. “It must have been something extraordinary to witness.” Pondering a moment, she smoothed her hand across the grainy page before her. “Do you think they ever doubted their path, where their lives ultimately took them?” 

Davos shook his head gently. “Not once. Their unity was their strength. Through every battle and every trial, they stood together. An unbreakable force, though of course we know that once, somebody did attempt to break them apart.” 

The princess nodded thoughtfully, her gaze returning to the pages of her book. “Their story is a reminder that we are stronger together than separated. Much like the twin stars themselves, no matter how fierce the storm, there is always an eye to bring calm.” 

He looked at her with pride and affection, his beaming smile crinkling his eyes. He was sorely looking forward to a little calm being restored, once the fight for the Iron Throne was but a distant memory. He just hoped both he and the princess survived the toils of war for long enough to witness it.  

“Wise words, princess. May we always remember them.” 

Shireen resumed reading, her voice weaving the tapestry of the Targaryen legacy, as the sounds of preparation outside grew louder, signalling the impending march of Stannis’s army towards The Wall. 

While the story of Aemond and Aemella was by then long condemned to history, the princess read with the kind of fascination that served to keep their memory alive. The tale itself had begun much like many other, with an expectant queen awaiting the arrival of her babes within the walls of the Red Keep over a hundred years before... 

“I believe, your grace, that you do indeed carry twins.”  

Alicent had known this long before Grand Maester Mellos’s assertion, able to feel the movements of two babes within her womb from the moment they had begun to wriggle. They gave her perhaps the most uncomfortable and difficult of her expectancies, the queen often weary for their activity within her womb, coupled with the heaviness of carrying them both. 

“How do our twin stars fare today, wife?” the king inquired one morning, smoothing a loving hand over the swell of her belly.  

“Busily,” she admitted with a weak smile, her hand joining his. “Aemond is restless and Aemella chastises him for it. I am certain her kicks are more aimed at him rather than shuffling in order to seek comfort.”  

Viserys chuckled, his hand continuing to stroke against his unborn babes. “My dear queen, you cannot know for sure, that it is a boy and a girl that you carry.”  

“I know, husband,” she vowed, her smile crinkling her tired eyes. “Aemond is the storm, and Aemella the eye. She will be the one to tether him if he is ever to sail too high, bring him back to ground.”  

The queen was not particularly one for prophetic platitudes, but if she had ever sensed anything so strongly in all of her days, it was what would indeed come to pass.  

Aemond was born first, Aemella coming into the world moments after. The tiny prince had near wailed the roof right off the Red Keep upon his arrival, but Aemella had been much quicker to quieten, as her mother had indeed expected.  

In fact, in the days that followed their birth, the only time the little princess made her displeasure known was when the babes were placed within separate cribs, seemingly unable to bear being parted from one another.  

The Maesters, handmaidens and royals alike all watched in awe as the bond between the twins grew ever stronger with each passing day. Aemond and Aemella were inseparable, almost as if they communicated in a silent, secret language known only to them. The young prince's fiery temper was often soothed by the calm presence of his sister, who seemed to have a natural talent for bringing peace to her brother's sometimes turbulent spirit. Just as their mother prophesied she would.  

As the years went by, their bond only deepened. Aemond's fierce determination and conniving nature were balanced perfectly by Aemella's gentle wisdom and quiet strength. They complemented each other in every way, their unique qualities harmonising to form an unbreakable alliance. That was not to say that Aemella did not possess her own fire, though. The only difference was that she was shrewd enough to know exactly when to exert it.  

When it came to the defence of her beloved twin, anyone close would feel the roaring heat of her flaming temper, namely her elder brother, Aegon. The young prince sought to make it his mission to mercilessly tease Aemond, bullying the child for his shortcomings, more often than not over the fact he had not bonded with his own dragon.  

Upon hearing of the pig incident, Aemella had stormed to her brother’s bedchamber, striking him with a hard, open-handed strike to his face.  

“You dare to raise a hand to me, sister?” Aegon had raged, holding a hand to his stinging cheek. 

Aemella had merely folded her arms, unmoved entirely by his ire. “If you so insist on taunting Aemond, then know, dear brother, you taunt me by extension. I will not allow that to withstand without consequence. Not now, and not ever.” 

She never did, either. And it extended to anybody who dared to belittle or harm her twin star. When her nephew, the young prince Lucerys had taken Aemond’s eye, she’d been incandescent, her rage pulsing white-hot, brandishing a fire poker and promising of retribution, a literal eye for an eye. Her mother had been all for it, not tethering her normally rational and poised daughter back, the child only thwarted in her plan by Ser Harrold’s restraint. 

Aemond had felt his heart swell with love, to have watched his precious twin become so enraged on his behalf. The wellspring of her devotion to him never faltered, and it was on that day he truly realised it, that their bond was forged in something much stronger than mere blood. It was a connection that transcended the ordinary; even for twins.  

It went beyond, ran deeper, connected them on a spiritual level that they would never, could never be broken from. 

“Tis’ my fault, brother. That I was absent from your side when those wretched bastards set upon you,” she’d lamented later, balling her fists as her anger burned like wildfire. Indeed, at the time she had been bathing, unaware of what was to shortly befall her twin. 

Aemond had taken her hands in his, being the one to tether her for once as she had spiralled. “No, sweet sister. Tis’ an untruth. Do not let your anger surge, for while I may have lost an eye, I have gained a dragon. Now, when you sail through the skies aboard Fyreclaw, I may finally join you.” 

That night, they had shared a bed, curled around one another, just as they had as babes within their mother’s womb. It had been no great anomaly for the pair to have been found in slumber together throughout their childhood, often seeking the comfort of the other when they were feeling listless and unable to sleep.  

This was why, perhaps, that not many an eyelid was batted when further into their young adulthood, being found in one another’s beds became much more of a frequent occurrence. Except it was no mere innocent fondness that began to drive that need when the twins reached four and ten in age. 

Those natural urges experienced led to them creeping carefully into sexual exploration together. Of course, as Targaryen’s, it was commonplace for siblings to partner together, to ensure the bloodline was kept pure. Their union went beyond such, though, their life-long devotion to one another stemming into romantic love. 

Their exploration was never solely physical, but oh, how they did very much enjoy such once they had gotten the hang of it. Leaning how to pleasure one another had become a pursuit undertaken fastidiously, both utterly convinced that there could never be another out there who would ever come close to how intimately they knew one another. Their first time together had been a little disastrous, both having no real clue over what on earth to do with each other’s bodies. The more they lent to practice, though... 

Aemella would never forget the first time she was brought to a climax, lying spread upon Aemond’s bed, his fingers buried within her soaking cunt as his tongue lapped at her bud. Knowing her body so well, he understood then exactly how to send her to the edges of the heavens, further speed and pressure having her waves crashing against his shore with a series of cries. 

“Gods be good, brother,” she’d panted in aftermath, eyes wide, chest flushed. “I believe I rather enjoyed that.” 

“I would say so, Mella,” he’d told her, using his sweet pet name only he was allowed to address her as. “As would the large puddle upon the sheets.” 

“Seven hells!” she’d cried in horror. “Do not tell me that I have accidentally wet the bed!”  

Her brother, ever stoic, could not have helped the rare snort of laughter he emitted had he tried, resting his forehead to her inner thigh, kissing it thereafter. “No, love. Not in the way you are thinking, at least.” He’d then kissed his way back up her body, sheathing himself in her with a soft grunt. 

“My first...” he’d whispered, laying kisses to her throat, “my last...” those kisses peppered lower, tongue flicking against her clavicles, “and my only.” 

They delved into the depths of each other's souls, understanding every facet, every shadow that made up the other. It was in those quiet, intimate moments that they shared their fears, dreams and desires, their bond evolving into an intricate dance of passion and trust. 

The whispers of their union spread through the castle, the twins being called upon by their father, who without hesitation offered his blessing for the pair to marry. They’d expected to perhaps be chastised for their fornication outside of wedlock, but Viserys only sought to quickly remedy this by arranging their betrothal. Young people would indeed be young people, after all. He had once been young himself, too, though it seemed like many lifetimes ago.  

“T’was an inevitability, for you both to have sought such a union upon your maturing into young adulthood. It would be foolish to believe any other course could ever have been chartered.”  

The king understood well that it was not just their Targaryen heritage that bound them, but the unyielding love that had grown from the very moment they had shared the same womb. Their father had no intention of ever separating them by expecting them to marry outside of their house. In his mind, they were two sides of the same coin, twin souls. Separation was entirely out of the question.  

The marriage went ahead upon the third day of the fourth moon, a truly lavish affair that the twins enjoyed enormously, but felt the most elation upon returning to Aemond’s quarters, where all of his new bride’s possessions had now been moved to. They often felt that world outside could barely comprehend the intensity of their connection, but within their private sanctuary, nothing else mattered. Theirs was a love story written in the stars, destined to be eternal. 

Until the day their father, the long-ailing King Viserys finally passed on four years later, his death the catalyst to their entire world set in motion to one day be threatened beyond comprehension.  

[souenkun]

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Kabu likes to play TAG with his pokemon... and he's shown to have a much softer side beneath his strictness in pokemas too... he's so grandpa-shaped to me 😭💖

[sysig]

Family ♥ (Patreon)

[beastsovrevelation]

Why does every media portrayal of Archangel Michael ever give gentle dom energy?.. 🤨

[mourn-and-watch]

y'all know the 'and i love you so much i'm gonna let you kill me' line from that one florence + the machine song but i just can't stop thinking about it. like it is the ultimate anders line. the ultimate handers line.

you know, anders's life is (was) about running. he's good at it. he invented new ways to escape for every occasion. he got rid of fereldan templars. he kinda got rid of the wardens. he stayed out of kirkwall templar's sight for years. he could kill people and abandon duties and get away with it because it was what he knew the best.

and then he did something that would shake the world. something that people would demand his head for. before they had demanded it for who he'd been born. and then they got the reason that could not be denied. and he didn't run.

no way that he couldn't. kirkwall was burning and panicking, he could mingle with the crowd and disappear and leave no tracks behind but he didn't. he stayed and he wholeheartedly believed that hawke would kill him.

he was waiting for his coup de grâce. he would rather die by the hand of someone he knew and loved than by the hand of the people he was successfully running from because they hated him and he hated them. more importantly, once he had taken the life of his first love because there had been no hope for him, no salvation.

and he believed there was no hope for him now as well.

(and if hawke doesn't kill him he's so inspired. he's eager to fight because he doesn't want to die. he still has so much to do and now his life is finally completely his, because the first time he doesn't run he's spared. instead of a brand of tranquility or another year of solitary confinement or a knife in the back, he gets to know that there's someone who loves him so much they won't give up on him. they won't become his silent judge and this is the way they save him: not by denying his ideals, not by stopping him from fighting for his cause, but by letting him know there's still hope)

[dirtytransmasc]

maybe it's because I'm in the "I'm so obsessed and hyperfocused on my little guys I will make any song seem like it's about them even if it couldn't be any father from actually relating to them at all" stage of my Theon and Asha hyperfixation but like...

I feel like 'I bet on losing dogs' by Mitski is about them.

it's about Asha and her relationship with Theon.

he's her baby brother. the baby brother who looked up at her smiled when she had gone in his room, intent on strangling him to stop his cries. he's her losing dog. the dog she keeps fighting for when no one else will. she never gives up on him, not truly, even when he is so clearly doomed, because she loves him, she won't give up on him.

and Theon is, in so many senses, a dog. he's been passed around from owner to owner, home to home, trained and beaten and domesticated, made to behave how his owner at the time sees fit. he's a good dog, a good beaten dog.

and now, in a way, he's Asha's dog. she doesn't want him to be her dog, she wants him to be her brother, and Theon's trying, he really is trying, she knows he's trying, but part of him will always be doomed to be a dog waiting to be hit, waiting for a command, waiting to be trained.

he's her losing dog, she knows it, knows he's doomed, deep down, there's little hope, he'll die a damned dog, but fuck it she doesn't care, he's her blood, her baby, he will be by her side no matter what. she'll always go back for him, she'll always fight for him, she'll always tell him to stay, she'll always give him a chance, she'll always try.

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[bittersweetresilience]

hello!!! i just wanted to share to u that i am thinking about your no extra toppings renjing AND!!!!! i hope they are cuddling and being soft and yingxing is letting jing yuan hold his shaking hands when they kiss…. 🤧

have a good day!!!!!! 🩶

AWWWWWWW ANON!!!!!!!!! WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!

you do not need to hope because they ARE cuddling and being soft and holding hands while they kiss oh my god what an image 😭😭😭

in return... for your consideration... yingjing hand massages.................

[spookyboywhump]

Ai-less Whumptober Day Two- Overworked/Exhaustion

I'm posting day two even if it is late, I enjoyed it hehe. Combined these two kinda cuz Zander is. Going through it. This one mentions @fairieboywhump's Cathal a little bit.

Fandom: Oc's/Original Work

Word Count: 1,676

CW: No violence or injuries but exhaustion, talk of unhealthy eating habits, in general unhealthy habits on Zander's part

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Zander never knew when to stop. He didn’t know when to rest, when to take a break, when to grab something to eat. Resting felt like wasting time, he didn’t like to allow himself any free time, it just made him feel empty. He didn’t feel that way when he was working, even if he couldn’t work on Cathal’s case at the moment he could still work, he could still help people, as long as he was doing something, it was better than being alone with his thoughts. Besides, the extra pay from all the overtime he did certainly wouldn’t hurt him. 

 While the extra pay wouldn’t hurt him, his poor habits certainly would, they already were really, but it’s not like he was ready to admit that, even just to himself. He’d been denying it for so long that it took him by surprise when it finally hit him, as he walked down the hallway with Eli, he was talking but Zander could hardly hear him, unable to focus on anything. One moment he’d felt fine, they’d been having a normal conversation, and the next he couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, he felt like the building was swaying, sweat beaded on the back of his neck but at the same time he was hit with a sudden chill. Eli had noticed something was wrong, he was trying to question him but Zander couldn’t respond, he was shaking as he reached his arm out to the wall to find support, having to lean against it entirely. 

 “Zander? Zander, I need you to answer me.” He said slowly. He looked worried, but he stayed calm, looking over Zander in concern.

 “I-I don’t- I don’t feel good…” He finally managed to stammer out. His legs were shaking, he just wanted to sit down, he could hardly think clearly enough to even form a full sentence. There were dark spots in the corner of his vision and his heart was pounding in his chest, he hadn’t passed out in a long time but he was suddenly remembering just how scary it could be. 

 “Alright, it’s okay.” Eli said gently. “Here, let me help.” Zander allowed him to take his arm, doing his best to support him despite his much smaller size. He was able to quickly pull him into an empty conference room, helping him sit down in a chair at the table. Zander felt like he was going to be sick, he put his head in his hands and just tried to wait it out. 

 “Thank you- I’m sorry- I don’t- I don’t know what’s wrong, I’m sorry-”

 “It’s okay.” Eli told him again. “Stay here, try to catch your breath, I’ll be right back.” He said. Zander nodded, trying to take deep breaths and calm himself down as Eli left the room. Even though he was nearly shivering, he had to shrug his jacket off and roll his sleeves up, overwhelmed by everything happening at once. He put his head down on the table, he just wanted this all to stop. 

 He didn’t know how long he sat there, it felt like forever, but eventually Eli came back into the room and Zander sat up to face up, feeling so weak he wasn’t sure he could even keep his head up. Eli handed him a cold bottle of water and set some snacks from the vending machines down on the table, a bag of pretzels and his favorite candy bar. He hadn’t expected to get a treat for nearly passing out but he wasn’t going to complain about it. Eli encouraged him to eat, he watcehd over him worriedly like this would fix all his problems. Zander was almost irritated that it did start to make him feel better, just a little bit. It certainly didn’t cure him and restore him to perfect health, he felt like he’d been hit by a rough wave and was left exhausted and shaking, drained of all his energy, but he could think clearer now. 

 “Is that helping…?” Eli finally asked him, he’d been watching him like he was worried he’d fall unconscious at any second, the way he used to hover over him when he’d suffered a serious injury. 

 “I guess…” He shrugged. “I don’t… I don’t feel as bad, yeah…” 

 “Alright, I’m glad.” Eli sighed. “Zander, please, you’re overworking yourself, I really think you need a break.”

 “Eli, I swear, I’m fine-”

 “You’re not fine.” Eli said bluntly, shutting him down completely. He realized he was struggling to keep himself calm, to keep from lashing out completely. His hands were shaking, but Zander tried not to stare. He could hardly look at Elias directly, so frustrated with himself and the situation it was difficult to really face him. “You can’t keep treating yourself like this. I’m tired, and I can see that obviously, you are too.”

 “Fine, fine, I-I’ll go home and get some sleep, okay?” He said, trying to placate him. 

 “No! I’m- I’m not letting you go back to that apartment, I’m not just leaving you alone!” He insisted. “You’re not sleeping, you’re not eating, you aren’t taking care of yourself at all! The last time I went over there it was a fucking wreck, and normally I wouldn’t give a shit but that- that’s not like you, something is wrong.” 

 “It’s really not that bad…” He said, trying to calm him down, but he knew Eli was right. He’d been having awful, recurring nightmares that kept him awake, he was hardly motivated to clean up properly or feed himself, nothing outside of work mattered to him. Every second he spent at home just made him more aware that something was missing, he was so lonely and he knew he couldn’t fill that void easily. “I’ll make sure I eat when I get home, and I’ll get some sleep, okay? I’ll even take tomorrow off if that would make you happy.”

 “What would make me happy is if you would just let any of us help you.” Eli told him. “You don’t have to do any of this alone, we’re trying to help. You’ll be taking a few days off, and you won’t be going back to your apartment, not right away.” He said it like it was already decided.

 “What? Eli, that’s not- I can’t just-”

 “I already talked to our manager and she agrees, you need some time off. I know you want to be here and you want to be working but, there isn’t much you can do if you’re hardly even coherent. You’ve been overworking yourself and then driving yourself crazy when you’re alone and it’s- it’s just not good for you!” He told him.

 “Then what else am I supposed to do?! That’s where I live, if I’m taking a few days off- which I still don’t agree with, by the way- then at least I should be there to straighten things up, right?”

 “No, I’m not leaving you alone.” He insisted again. “I… I asked your mom to come and get you, while I was out. I think you need to go home for a while, it would be good for you to see them.”

 “You called my fucking mom on me?” He asked him, looking at him in disbelief. “I’m not a fucking child, I don’t need you to go and tell my parents whenever I act up!” He snapped. 

 “I’m not trying to get you in trouble, I’m trying to help.” He told him. “You need it, just, trust me, please? It sounded like they really missed you anyways, they’ll be happy to see you.”

 “They’re my moms, of course they’ll be happy to see me.” He said, rolling his eyes. Eli looked irritated, but he was doing his best to not get upset with him, and Zander just kept pushing him, almost like he was testing to see when he’d finally snap.

 “Zander, we want to help you, we just… you need to accept it.” He insisted. 

 “You keep saying that but this doesn’t fucking help!” He snapped. “I don’t feel any better, I just feel more stressed, what am I supposed to do while I’m gone?!”

 “You’re supposed to take care of yourself. Get some sleep, try to eat more, do something that makes you fucking happy and you might feel better when you come back!” Eli told him. “You are not working alone, I don’t know why you don’t get that. You know we’re still working too, right? Do you trust us?”

 “Of course I do!”

 “Then go the fuck home, go to bed, and let us do the work!” He told him. “I promise, I will call you if it is absolutely necessary, I won’t keep anything from you, but you need some time off, whether you want it or not. You’ll feel better at the end of it, okay?” Zander hesitated, he really didn’t want to give in but at the same time, he knew there was no winning against Eli in this argument. He could be incredibly stubborn when he wanted to be, and Zander felt like if he kept pushing him he’d either start crying or he’d start screaming at him, maybe both, so he didn’t have much of a choice.

 “Alright.” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll go home, I’ll take a few days off, okay?” He told him. Eli relaxed immediately, like he finally let out a breath he’d been holding this whole time. 

 ”Thank you.” He threw his arms around him, leaning down to hug him tightly around his neck. “I know you want to help, I know how much you care, but… I care about you. We’ll do the hard work for you these next few days, okay? You don’t need to worry.” He assured him. 

 Zander hugged him back, and despite his uncertainty, he felt himself relax. He knew he didn’t have to worry about them, he did trust them, what he didn’t trust was himself to remain calm when the entire situation made him feel absolutely helpless. 

[sleepy-crypt1d]

heheh self-indulgent self-insert borderlands fanart <333 finally drawing my sona with jack after months of talking about them lol

these two definitely have way too many vacation homes aka jack bought them a place on Eden-6 because sl33py missed the snow from when he was younger

close ups under cut :3

[cxpperhead]

❤️💘💟💜🤝 - @umbrellamedic

RELATIONSHIP TYPES! (❤️ committed, romantic relationship + 💘 friends to lovers + 💟 developing sexual relationship (may include romance) + 💜 friendship + 🤝 coworkers)

Slipping this under the cut because I don't want to clog up the dashboard with my rambling asdfghjkl

This right here? Strap yourself in because I am 100% on board with everything you've sent!! I am totally down for all of it and it's funny because even though these two have only just started interacting, already they have developed such a strong relationship and I honestly never saw it coming because DC and Resident Evil aren't series you'd expect to see together? I am glad that it happened though, because so far I have really enjoyed these two to the point of getting OBSESSED. The way you write BERTHA, her past with Umbrella and Raccoon City - everything about her character is captivating and Copperhead's in deep, whether he likes to admits it or not. Their friendship is off to a good start already. These two really aren't nice people at all - they're cold, cruel, exacting in their work and utterly ruthless as to the lengths they'll go to in order to accomplish what's necessary. Together? That coldness melts away, these two very damaged people finding common ground, even solace in one another. It's ironic in the most *chef's kiss* sense that these two people, barely distinguishable from the monsters around them can be so gentle, dedicated towards each other in ways they'd never be for others?. That blooming into a committed relationship? Sign me the fuck up because I am SO invested in what these two have already and want so much more, to see where this goes, have their feelings grow because fuck, these two need it, they deserve to be happy together??? There is a ton of potential either way, coworkers standing together as BERTHA now finds a way to move on, keep herself alive since Umbrella became defunct. Copperhead wouldn't be any more repulsed by her condition anymore than she is by his appearance and it becomes easier for the two of them to grow closer the more they discover how much they have in common. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside that even though these two can be so callous, there's a genuine devotion at work here, and it becomes even more interesting taking a RE!Verse into account where Copperhead is a BOW working alongside BERTHA? I don't want to go on too much because this is already getting long but yes, yes to all of it, their feelings growing stronger over time the closer they get. The tension would be sublime, toxic in the very best way because for all their faults they can raise hell hand in hand, in a twisted Beauty and the Beast sort of way except BOTH of them are happy being monsters together. Love that for them!!! ♥