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[runesinthenight]

He would have so many different opinions on sand and sand conditions! And there could be a wide variety! It depends on the geology the sand is originating from!

Warning: somewhat rambling geology rant incoming

A lot of the time when someone refers to sand, they're referring to sand which is primarily composed of quartz. Quartz is an ideal sand rock because it is 1) very common 2) hard and 3) resilient. Now, sand does not have to be quartz. You can have sand made from just about anything (there are exceptions such as silts and clays whose particles are too small to be classified as sand). For example, black sand is comprised of volcanic material and some coastal beaches have sand made out of coral or shells.

However, let's take a look at what the sand on Tatooine looks like and make an educated guess as to what it may be compositionally.

Yup, that's sand. A bit too bright to tell much about it other than that it's yellowish or tan in color. And there's a lot of it which was already known given that this is a dessert world.

Now this is a better picture. The sand is definitely tan, though being in the town almost certainly adds some impurities like oil or food or other things to it. Not a good spot to take a sample from. But there's also those buildings. Let's get a better look at that.

Beautiful. Look at those gorgeous stone steps.

Now, I am not a huge Star Wars fan and have not actually seen the prequels but according to the Wookiepedia, these buildings are made out of pourstone. Which I could only find one vague possible reference to it's composition which was syngranite. And I could not find anything about what the fuck that is other than the prefix syn- means "joined" or "together". So syngranite is joined granite. Which makes sense in the context of how these houses are supposed to be made. There's just one little problem.

That looks nothing like any granite I've ever seen.

And I know granite. I'm a geologist that grew up in the god damn granite state. I know what granite looks like, even what different types of granite look like depending on the composition of the magma that formed the granite. That isn't granite.

Granite is, by definition, a medium to course grained igneous rock. Now, composition does matter, but I'm not going to get into those pedantics right now because, in this case, it doesn't matter. That's a fine grain rock. And aside from that, it's not even igneous! That building is made from pourstone which, from the little googling I did, is an artificial rock created by pouring, molding, shaping (or something like that, I couldn't find specifics on construction methods) but it's not cooled magma. Because you can have lab-created igneous rocks. Petrologists do that all the time to research crystalization depending on things like composition, temperature, pressure, etc. But that's not what that is.

What this does look like, however, is sandstone. Sandstone is composed of primarily sand sized particles (0.06 mm to 2 mm in diameter). While a 2 mm diameter sandstone is considered a coarse sedimentary rock, it's important to note that an equivalent sized grain in an igneous or metamorphic rock. The stone in the buildings on Tatooine appears to be a medium to fine grain, which would also make sense considering how the buildings are made.

I think I'm getting a little too focused on the houses. This is supposed to be about sand.

In my defense, I think the pourstone, from what little I've read on it (which was practically nothing because there seems to be practically nothing) is stupid. Sure you can sci-fi handwave explain it away but how would this actually work? It's supposed to be a cheap, cost-effective way to build structures, especially in arid climates like the desert planet of Tatooine. so you could have some sort of completly synthetic material which is used to create the house, but that is tons and tons of material you're going to have to import from off planet. There is no way that's cheap! And the way modern equivelents are made requires so much water, so it can't be that. This is specifically for desert planets.

Here's where we get back to the sand.

A much more cost-effective way to do it would be to create a synthetic binder which is then mixed with native materials to create the pourstone. Which would also explain why the buildings are so similar in color to the surrounding sand because if they are made primarily of that sand with a binder added, then they would look like the sand and fit into the environment.

All of this is a very, very, convoluted and roundabout way of saying that the sand is likely similar in composition to sandstone. But, sandstone has a lot of different compositions. So, let me see if I can use a bit of geologic knowledge and deductive reasoning to figure out what the sand is made of.

Using this chart!

This is a helpful chart for determining classifications of sandstones based on the most common compositional components! I'm going to use it to help differentiate between different sands based on the sandstone (or pourstone in this case) it would form.

First thing is that there's likely not a lot of carbonate material in the sand. It's very dry and the primary source for carbonate material in sedimentary rocks is from microscopic sea creatures. I don't know if Tatooine was once covered in vast oceans deep enough for limestone formation but I somehow doubt it. Most of the carbonate material is going to be recycled bones from terrestrial animals and likely not nearly enough to form any sort of impact on the rock itself. So we can disregard the entire right half of the chart and just stick to the left side.

Starting with the farm where Uncle Owen, Aunt Beru, and Luke live. From what is visible in this image, this is a very flat area with no nearby hills or mountains. Just a lot of sand. Which means that any softer minerals which may have been present in the original rock which formed this sand have likely been pulverized to nothing by the jostling of sand grains through the air. Which means that this is likely an environment which would form quartz arenites.

Now, there could be some different types of sand here. While the composition is pretty homogenous, the sorting might not be. There are bound to be smaller sand particles which have been around for longer and have been ground down over time. This is the sort of sand that can easily be picked up by the wind and blown into everything. The rest of it is regular sand sized grains which are large enough to get into your clothes and everything else and be an irritant.

Wherever this is likely has a similar composition to the farm, but with some added little bits from civilization. Glass, metal bits, plastic, what have you. Doesn't fit nicely onto the chart as is, but without the impurities, likely still a quartz arenite.

Now this? This is different.

Not only do you have more stuff from civilization adding impurities to the rock, but more importantly you have mountains. From this picture I can't tell what those mountains are made of compositionally, but I would guess the sand here contains more feldspar because it's closer to the source rock. This area also appears more red. Now this could just be lighting, but it could also be a different chemical composition. Most likely it's either iron rich or it's high in k-feldspar, which is pink. Possibly both.

Regardless, the sand here likely has some more angular grains, mostly because of the proximity to the mountains but partly because of the cleavage and fracture patters of the non-quartz content in the sand. That's not even thinking about the increased likelihood of metal shavings here.

Jabba the Hut's Palace. We get some close-ups of rocks!

Which look like they're likely sandstone, not igneous, and that they've been tilted by tectonic activity. Which does not help much compositionally. But maybe we can get a closer look at some of the rocks inside, or at least under, the palace.

Yeah, that obviously meant the Rancor pit.

Now, this image isn't the most help for composition but... that looks like igneous rock. That's not sandstone. Which means that there's another formation under the one we saw outside of the palace. But let's get a closer look to be sure.

Yeah that's almost certainly igneous (which has me questioning a lot of the geology of this outcrop specifically because of the presence of sunlight inside and the lack of igneous rock outside but I digress).

Why do I think it's igneous? A couple reasons. One is the boulders. They more closely resemble igneous in my experience. But, and more importantly, is the close-up pictures of the rocks. That is medium to coarse grained igneous rocks, leaning more on the coarser side of medium. Plus the dark color indicates the presence of mafic minerals, such as olivine, hornblende, or pyroxene. Which means this could be an igneous intrusion (though signs of it should still be visible on the surface either in visible parts of the formation or contact metamorphism but I digress again).

Regardless, this indicates that the sand in this area is different compositionally as it likely has some of those mafic minerals in it. Which would give it a slightly different color and composition.

All this to come back to the original point of this whole thing: yes, there would be different types of sand on Tatooine. And someone who grew up there would not only have different words for the different types of sand from the areas where they were from (such as different names of the types of dust vs sand that doesn't get picked up much vs larger sand grains) but would be able to tell the difference between different types of sand from different parts of the planet. And would likely have opinions on it.

Sure, Anakin hates sand. But is there sand on one part of Tatooine he hates more? Does sand from around Jabba's Palace seem wrong to Luke because of the mafic content? In my humble opinion as a geologist who has opinions on the taste of rocks, yeah they probably would.

People really post like "lol this movie's writing is so stupid, why would Anakin, who's from a DESERT PLANET, specifically hate sand?"

I'm from a cold region and I hate the cold. The only unrealistic part about him casually mentioning that he hates sand is him not going into a highly detailed 35 minute rant about different types of sand that all have different specific names based on texture and rock type, and the specific way each individual sand type fucks up different vehicles, droids, items of clothing and orifices when it gets everywhere.

[writeriguess]

I have kind of a hyper specific request if that's okay!

Prohero!Reader x prohero!Bakugo where they dated for a bit in hs and she had super long wavy hair, and they broke up like a year or 2 into being pros because she wanted him to be able to focus on his career. The breakup really fucks him up so he just throws himself into working his ass off and rising the ranks not because he has the time to focus on it now, but because it kept his mind off of her. Aside from the occasional collab mission with their agencies, they havent seen each other.

Years later at the reunion, Bakugo and reader meet again, reader cut her hair short and it's just a really bittersweet reunion, both of them changed so much but the love is still very much there. Afterwards, he insists on driving her home and then before going up to her apartment, she asks if he wants to come up and watch a movie or something. They like immediately end up having really passionate, loving sex, and then they talk about how they thought of each other all the time and confess they're still in love, then end up together again.

Ofc no pressure!! It's just been brain rotting in my noggin and I immediately thought of you because your writing is incredible <3

Love you sm ty for taking the time to read this! I hope you have fun and get lots of rest <333

Fading Echoes

You never thought that breaking up with him would hurt as much as it did. Then again, you never thought he'd bury himself in work the way he did, either. It felt like the more space you gave him to focus on his career, the more it pulled him away from everything else—everything that had once mattered to him. You had to go your separate ways, but it didn't mean it didn't tear you apart. You needed him to chase his dream. You couldn’t be the reason he faltered.

But the silence left behind felt like an ache that never fully went away.

When you first met Bakugo, his confidence was loud. Not just in his words but in everything about him. His every movement practically screamed that he was going to be someone, something important in the world. He didn’t need anyone to help him with that—certainly not you. But still, when he’d pull you close at the end of the day, hair still wild and face streaked with dirt from the most recent fight, you felt it. The way he would lean into you, his eyes soft, showing the side of him that only you got to see. The side of him that, even now, sits behind your eyelids, no matter how much time has passed.

You made sure he knew you loved him in every way possible. Every touch, every lingering glance, every shared quiet moment in between battles.

But your love for him wasn’t enough to make him see that his passion for being the best pro hero would take him away. You were there, his teammate, but you weren’t what he needed to be great. And you couldn’t let him slow down, not for you.

So, you broke things off.

He didn't take it well, even though he never said anything, not to you or anyone else. His pride wouldn't let him speak about it, so he threw himself into his work instead. He worked like a machine. No breaks. Just rising, ranking, moving up. Until it felt like it was the only thing that filled the empty space.

Every time you saw his face on a news report or heard his name on the radio, you felt it, the painful reminder of the relationship you tried to hold onto while doing what you thought was best.

But it wasn’t just his achievements that caught your attention. There were the little things—like the way his eyes would dart to your agency’s reports in every collaboration mission. How even when you were both surrounded by your teams, there was always that odd pull, a space between you two that no amount of work could fill. You weren't meant to be in each other's lives anymore, not like that. But somehow, you kept finding yourself searching for his gaze among the crowded halls, watching for his reactions in press conferences, hoping for a glimpse of that spark that had been there before.

But it never came.

You focused on your own career, pushing through the same hustle he did, moving up through the ranks and doing your part in the chaos that was the world of pro heroes. You had your missions, your team, your responsibilities. You couldn’t let his absence swallow you whole, no matter how much you wished you could see him again. Not for closure, not for old times' sake—but just to know that he was okay.

You wish you could tell him that, but what good would it do? He’s moved on. Just like you were supposed to. The silence between you both stretches out endlessly, neither of you willing to break it. And yet, the memory of him lingers in your chest, heavy as stone, constantly weighing you down.

It’s strange—how something so small, a decision that once seemed so clear and right, can ripple out into the world with so much weight, so much force. And now, all that’s left is the sound of silence, filling up the space between you both.

It had been years. Too many years to count on one hand. And yet, when you walked into the reunion, it felt like time slowed down—like everything, even the bustling chatter of old classmates and the clinking of glasses, paused when his eyes locked onto you.

Bakugo had changed. His hair was a bit shorter, his jawline more defined with age, but there was still the same fiery intensity in his gaze. The one that once used to soften when it met yours, now hidden beneath the polished exterior of a pro hero who had seen and conquered so much. And you... you had changed, too. Shorter hair, a clean, crisp bob that framed your face differently, and the same resolute look in your eyes. You were no longer the girl who was afraid of letting go of him. You were stronger. Still, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder—did he still see you the same way?

His eyes lingered on you for just a beat too long, and for the first time in a long while, you felt that familiar tug in your chest. Something between you two had never really faded, no matter how far apart you’d drifted. The love, the history... it was all still there, buried beneath the surface. Neither of you had moved on fully.

You both tried to act cool, pretending you didn’t feel that magnetic pull. Small talk ensued, polite and distant, but there was an undeniable heaviness between you both. It was like stepping into a room that was filled with things you were too scared to touch, too scared to face.

At the end of the night, when everyone else was leaving, Bakugo lingered by the door. He looked at you, his voice low but steady, a little more vulnerable than usual. “Need a ride home?” he asked, like it was nothing. But it wasn’t.

You swallowed, nodding, your heart beating faster than it had in years. "Yeah. I’d appreciate it."

The ride to your apartment was quiet, the air thick with unspoken words. Neither of you seemed to know how to break the tension, but there it was, unavoidable.

When he pulled up to your building, you both lingered for a moment, unsure of the next step. You hesitated, then looked over at him, searching his expression for some hint of what to say next.

"Hey," you murmured, voice shaky despite your best efforts to stay composed. "Do you... want to come up for a bit? Watch a movie or something?"

He didn’t respond immediately, but the look in his eyes softened, and without saying a word, he nodded. Something unspoken passed between you two in that moment—a mutual understanding that things were about to shift, and there was no going back.

Once inside your apartment, you didn’t even make it to the couch. The years of silence, the quiet longing that both of you had buried deep down, surged to the surface like a tidal wave. It started slow—an innocent brush of hands, a glance that held too much meaning, and before you knew it, he was kissing you, fierce and needy. His hands gripped you with urgency, as if he were afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

You felt it all—his warmth, his desperation, the love he still had for you, pulsing through every touch, every kiss. You let go of everything in that moment—every bit of guilt, every hesitation—and just let yourself be consumed by him. By the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

Clothes hit the floor, discarded carelessly as you both tumbled into your bed, lost in each other. The passion, the love, the fire—it was all there, just as it had been when you were younger, only deeper, more intense. There was no time for hesitation now. No more barriers. No more fear. Just you, him, and the moment you’d both been waiting for.

Afterwards, as you lay beside him, your breaths still shaky, Bakugo’s voice broke the silence. "I thought about you... every fucking day," he admitted, his voice rough, but full of that familiar vulnerability. "I tried to move on, tried to tell myself it was better this way, but I was lying. I’m still... I’m still in love with you."

You turned toward him, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. "Me too," you whispered, the words feeling heavier than you expected. "I never stopped loving you. Not for a second."

Bakugo’s expression softened as he pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. "I’m sorry," he murmured. "I should’ve fought harder for us."

You shook your head, gently cupping his face. "We were both so focused on our careers. We didn’t have time for anything else. But we’re here now. And that’s what matters."

His eyes searched yours, and for the first time in a long while, you both smiled. It wasn’t just the relief of physical need—it was something deeper, something far more real. You weren’t just two pro heroes anymore. You were two people, rediscovering each other, reclaiming what had been lost.

And this time, when he kissed you again, it wasn’t filled with the urgency of past regrets. It was filled with hope, with the promise of a future together. A future where you didn’t have to choose between him and your career. A future where you could have both.

The past was behind you. The silence had broken. And the love that had always been there... was finally ready to grow again.

[dutchiepoo2]

Arthur Morgan x F!reader: General NSFW hcs

minors dni pls

scattered mess of arthur thoughts so I could sleep. feedback is much appreciated! not proofread because idc and my computer is gonna die!

I love him, and he makes me want to do terrible things. enjoy! -Jelly

...

This man is a bumbling idiot, and I mean that will all the love in the world.

He keeps everyone at an arm's length and can be really awkward. His history with romance is not a happy one.

Arthur is sensitive and thoughtful, so he isn't super into casual sex anymore. He doesn't necessarily need to be in a relationship with the person, per say, but he's not going to lay with someone he doesn't see a future with. He knows it's not worth the risk.

He needs to trust you enough to be able to let his guard down around you. He doesn't feel comfortable or confident enough to have moments of "weakness" around just anyone.

When you do get him in your bed (cot? tent?), he's a lot softer than you'd expect. He's so gruff and grumpy all the time, but he becomes quiet when you're together like this.

He's honestly a little nervous about what you'll think about him. He's a horrible, ugly, rough man. Why would you want to have him? (give him a big kiss pls)

The first few times, he acted as if he was expecting to be looked down upon. Poor man.

Enough of the sad stuff. My character analysis sucks ass.

I honestly feel like he's pretty vanilla. He might have been a little bit more experimental when he was younger, but he just wants to love and be loved on now.

He prefers to move at a slower pace. He's not opposed to rough, but isn't really a fan of fast. Is very willing to let you guide the pace, but always prefers to give rather than receive.

He might get a little insecure if you start cracking jokes, even if they aren't at his expense. He'll get used to it, but tends to be a bit more sensitive when he's letting you take the lead.

Gets turned on when he sees you focused on something. Chopping vegetables? Reading? Sharpening knives? He wants you to focus on him like that :(

Massage his chest. Do it. Instant turn on. Alternatively, scratch gently at his chest hair. He melts!

Will grumble if you bite him. It's kind of hilarious.

Arthur has big, big hands. Wide palms, calloused fingers, blunt fingernails. He likes the way they look, contrasted with your skin.

He loves to hold you, hands on either side of your waist, thumbs stroking the skin of your ribcage just below your breasts. He'll place feather-light kisses to your stomach as he does so.

Runs his fingers through/over your hair often. Traces the lines of your body with his palms. He's very tactile.

One of his favorite things to do is to spread you out in his lap. You'll be sitting between his legs, your back to his chest. He drapes your legs over his, hooking his knees under your thighs to hold your legs open. And he'll finger you like this for ages until you're begging him for a break.

Loves to hold his fingers against your tongue afterwards ;)

Loves to take his time with you. Typically focuses on you, and will actively try to avoid you focusing on him.

(Hold him down. You wouldn't win, but he won't fight you.)

Blushes deep red if you compliment his dick <3

He does have a bit of a size kink. I mean... c'mon. He's huge.

Big barrel chest, tall and imposing. Your hands can't make it around his wrists.

Likes positions where he can rest his weight on you. Missionary, prone bone, mating press. If you ride him, he wants to be sitting up so he can hug you and/or kiss your breasts. He gets shy when he's laying flat back and you're looking down at him.

Once he's comfortable, he talks to you quite a bit. Hushed, grunting tones. Never says anything too explicit, but does utter quite a bit of praise.

"God damn, girl... You feel me? You feel me deep?"

(Really likes it deep. He's big, so he's always wanted someone who's able to handle all of him. Good luck.)

Moans, but only quietly. He might die if someone heard him.

I can't see him being into giving any sort of degradation or pain. You can ask him to do those things, but he'll honestly get a little offended. He's not that much of a brute. You're his baby :(

Loves to tease, but struggles with being teased back. Tease him to work him up to being a little rougher. It takes a bit to get to that point, though. We all know how restrained he can be.

Edge him.

Afterwards, he sticks around. Likes to sleep next to you.

Arthur is very much a gentleman, and wants to make sure you're okay. He might honestly get a little annoying and overbearing.

(Though tbh if you do some of the more intense positions, you might need it.)

He's a big comfy teddy bear. Curl up into his side or lay across his chest. He couldn't be happier.

[default-f0x]

1. Little Dreamer by Domini Forster

2. Bluey or rottmnt

3. Both, I love reading and I like to occasionally write out the little stories that brew in my brain cage

4. When I get excited and start making fox chirps instead of giggling

5. Eating food, sitting on the couch and watching TV (all together)

6. Nothing really, I don't really like candles, but really nothing too strong or overwhelming

7. @kitab00m101 and my friends at school

8. The rough fabric of my favorite childhood stuffed animal

9. Winning 3rd place on Grand champs in marching band freshman year

10. Probably the other day when I hung out with my friends and we messed around a lot. But it's always with other people.

11. Again my childhood stuffed animal, a grey and white dog whose fur is incredibly short and dirty but I love him with all my heart. His name is Snuggie, short for Snuggly dog. Also my noise cancelling headphones.

12. Listening to music with my headphones

13. Shower, I don't take baths. They make me uncomfortable.

14. Creating the newest project I'm making with my partner

15. Mashed potatoes and riced cauliflower, asparagus and salmon, or spaghetti with dill and garlic powder(it's so good 😭)

16. The rest of the beads to go on my laces (not making the beads just stringing them on)

17. Words of encouragement/praise or gifts with meaning (mostly the praise)

18. Older than now when I'm more widely known as masc

19. I once received a text saying someone really liked me but idk if that counts. It was a stranger and it was very creepy.

20. I'm not sure why but I remember being 4 or 5 and on my little green scooter riding around the garden around our old condo. It's just a glimpse though, no real full memory. But I'll always try to protect that little kid in me on their scooter.

21. Mainly tea but iced, and sometimes hot cocoa is in feeling it

22. Therian world

23. Yes, after concerts in middle school

24. A friend who I refer to as my cousin. I've literally known them for my entire life and that is not an exaggeration

25. Greyish forest green

26. With @kitab00m101 in their forest but making sure there's also a clearing to do quads

27. I used to love making fairy gardens in my front yard from my mom's succulents and some ceramics during covid

28. Being able to retain a large amount of friends and not having lost any so far from being too clingy or annoying

29. I would hope so. I know people tell me I am but there's always the self doubt in the back of my mind

30. Anything crafty that gives dopamine or else it's gone in an instant. Also lots of chaotic public gearing with friends.

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

[feyburner]

hello, i hope you're doing well, the world keeps getting crazier which means that i'm spending more time on fanfictions and i've been thinking about your jaytim fics. particularly, jason and how human he is when you write him. his awkwardness bc he was dead for a while and then doing. not very good. and how he probably has to catch up on simple stuff like who even taught him how to shave??? sure he learnt how to wire bombs but that didn't leave much time for stuff like sexuality and romance? just some experiences that he was robbed off. also very much interested in your take on jason's morality re: killing and what it means to him. anyways i'll dive back into my jason comic marathon <3

God yeah I think about this all the time, it's one of the things that interests me most about his character. Like how fucked up to die at 15 and wake up at like 18 and immediately launch yourself into your big crazy revenge plot that you think it's going to make you feel less howling animal inside but all it does is destroy your chances at ever having like, a normal interaction. By the time you calm down a little you've basically skipped from 15 to like 20. And everyone around you is also a freak who will never live a normal life and some have even also died but you're the only one missing a huge chunk out of your formative years. (Don't care about conflicting canon timelines or retcons.) (I also like this on a meta level bc it mirrors the fact that Jason was For Real Dead from 1988-2005.)

Re: morality, killing: A lot of his character is about catharsis to me. He is hotheaded and impulsive and direct and unsubtle (see: heads in a duffel bag) in a way the other Bats aren't. Who among us hasn't seen a news story and thought "I don't believe in state-sanctioned violence but damn, someone should kill that guy"? He is the guy who kills that guy. And sometimes it's for "noble" reasons and sometimes it isn't, and sometimes he might like to think it is but it isn't, and sometimes it immediately backfires and makes things worse for the people he is trying to help, and it can and has made him a hypocrite. It is also, I believe, an understandable stance for someone who was murdered as a child by a guy famous for essentially walking around wearing a T-shirt that says "I Love Hurting and Killing People (and I'm Definitely Going to Do It Again)." Bruce doesn't kill people because senseless violence made him an orphan. Jason kills people because senseless violence made him dead. Of course a child who lived and a child who died would look at death from opposite sides. It destroyed both of them at a formative age in opposite ways. Bruce crystallized around the after, and Jason around the before. I think it makes perfect sense that for the rest of their lives they would keep seeing only the after, and only the before, and in doing so keep looking past each other.

I feel like a lot of Jason meta is either "The Bats are so naive, Jason is the only realist" OR "Here's why Batman is right and Jason is an irredeemable monster" or whatever. Neither of those readings are compelling to me. I don't care which character is "right" or "good." If I wanted to read about good people making morally airtight choices I would go read Goofus and Gallant but only the Gallant parts and then kill myself. None of the Bats act in a way that aligns with my real-life morals. I think the "killing question" is most interesting viewed in the context of an individual character's relationship with violence and justice and atonement and forgiveness and consequences and least interesting in the context of pitting characters against each other to determine Who's Right and Who's Wrong.

I wrote the following exchange a while back as an exercise to explore this very topic.

Warning for CSA mention below the cut.

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“I mean, hell, what if he got hit by a bus? Anyone can die, any time. Think of me as a big angry red bus.” Tim’s eyes on him feel like burning, but not so immediate as fire. More like the warning heat of sunburn: for now a faint prickling, for weeks after an ache. “End of the day? I don’t think he should be alive. I don’t think the state should get to decide who lives and who dies, but I’m not the state. And I know people can be rehabilitated. I know there’s a chance he could change, and never do it again, and spend the rest of his days saving kittens and helping little old ladies cross the street. But from what I’ve seen, this kinda guy, we’re talking a puny fucking chance. There’s people the system fails and people who could be helped by a better system and then there’s people who aren’t gonna fucking change. They’re just gonna keep doing awful shit, because it gets them off. Hurting kids. Hurting anyone they think is less powerful, or less of a person. Fuck that. The thing is, I know they’re people. And I’m a person too. And I don’t have the fucking right. To be the arbiter of fucked-up justice or whatever. But you know what? I can’t find it in me to give a shit. If those scumbags wanna kill me back, they can have at it, that’s their prerogative. Until then, some fuck rapes a five-year-old? No, fuck that. What if he does it again? He’s already done it. Hurt that kid forever. Snuffed out that thing inside them, whatever it is that makes kids think the world isn’t a shitshow. Can’t unring that fucking bell. Why should he—once was too many! Don’t you get it? That kinda guy—once was already too many! Why should he get to do it twice? And so fucking many of ‘em do it twice. Can’t keep your hands off a little kid? Fuck you. Headshot. Problem solved. You can’t change my mind about this, Red. I didn’t make the choice to kill people on a fucking whim. I thought about Hell and decided I’m up for it. Alright? Fuck off.” 

“You don’t have to convince me.” 

“And another thing—” His mouth clicks shut. “I—what?” 

“I said you don’t have to convince me.” Tim examines his glass, tilting the last swallow of watery gin back and forth. “If I were going to argue with you, I suppose I’d quote a statistic about how something like 93% of childhood sexual abuse is perpetuated from within the immediate family, and killing the abuser could drastically destabilize the child’s living situation and potentially place them at risk for other types of harm—”

“There’s nothing stable about—!”

“—but I’m not going to argue with you, because I don’t want to, because frankly I don’t care. I should—some days I’m better, and I do—but I don’t at the moment. Not tonight.” 

Jason stares at him for long enough that Tim grows visibly uncomfortable, shoulders stiffening. 

“What,” he says, eyes darting up to Jason’s, then away. His long fingers never stop playing with the glass, rolling it slowly, tracing the same wet circle on the tabletop. Jason wishes he would just finish his drink. And hold still. 

“You don’t care,” Jason repeats. “Great. Namaste. So what’s with the interrogation?”

“Interr—?” Tim looks startled. “Jason, I was asking.”

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So yeah.

[chiffiorra]

╰┈➤ Tempest

➜ Synopsis: What should've been a simple interrogation turns to more than that when the suspect takes an interest in you.

➜ Pairings: Criminal!Tabito Karasu x Detective!Reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: Fem!reader, semi public sex, dubcon (but for only like a minute lol), threats of getting caught, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, karasu being a tease ig idk he's a strange one

➜ WC: 3,470

➜ Note: a piece for the criminal collab event by the ever amazing @nxuvillette! def had fun writing this! ok ik the votes wanted nanami but i'm gonna let that idea cook a little longer to make it special for you guys <3. i also wanna thank @mitsuwuyaa for exchanging ideas back and forth with me and being my beta! you're the best <333

➜ Taglist: @eveningatthemoviesnetwork @pixelcafe-network @theseabreezestreet

“This is the one that you’ve been assigned to, he’s quite the repeat offender according to his rap sheet. Suspect is also known for playing mind games; so whatever he says to you, just don’t react and keep calm.”

You nodded as you looked down at the file your coworker gave you as you two walked, holding his mugshot in your hand before pulling out the contents.

‘Tabito Karasu,’ you read to yourself. ‘alias “The Assassin”… what a guy, huh?’ His appearance definitely caught your attention besides his criminal record. Minor crimes on the record soon escalated to major ones that would’ve definitely had him behind bars for a handful of years or even longer than that. How he managed to be out on the streets up until now was beyond you. Even then, he apparently didn’t come quietly and put up quite the fight for your fellow officers.

“Be careful, Detective. Don’t fall for anything he tells you,” with that, the both of you entered the interrogation room where you were greeted by him: Karasu. The Assassin. A thief. Whatever alias he went by, it suited him well. He already had his eyes on you when you entered and they were scanning up and down your figure almost gleefully, a smirk slowly spreading along his face.

“Well now… what’s this, Officer? Ya got a cutie to entertain me with?” He would sit up from his slouching position, smirk still intact. You could already feel that this was gonna be a long interrogation.

“Don’t even start with that, I’m here to talk to you about what happened,” you said, glaring at him. Yet he didn’t seem bothered by your snippy reply. In fact, he only raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Ya just wanna ‘talk’ ta me, huh? By all means, be my guest, Miss Detective; I’m already dyin’ ta know what our chat’s gonna be about,” he would lean back in his chair, arms folded behind his head without another care in the world. The handcuffs attached to him did not seem to bother him at all.

With that, you were given a pat on the shoulder and a whispered “good luck” as your coworker left. Now left alone, you let out a sigh as you took a seat on the other side of the table to begin the interrogation. All the while Karasu’s eyes followed your every movement, almost as if he was studying you.

“Now, Karasu, I’m gonna ask you a few questions,” you began, sitting comfortably. “The reason why you’re here is because you’re suspected of being part of a big robbery that took place the other night in Shibuya. Other officers have reported you as the one behind it all, do you deny it?”

Karasu tilted his head in response, not unlike a curious crow. “What do ya think? Do ya reckon I'm the ringleader behind that whole mess?” No direct answer, just answering a question with a question. This made you bite the inside of your cheek in annoyance. You were told to expect this type of thing from him after all, he wasn’t someone to admit to anything or even break down that easily.

“Yes, I truly believe that you were behind the robbery. The discovery that the officers made have led the trail back to you, along with talking to neighbors of yours that have confirmed that you entered and left your apartment around the time that it all took place,” you said. “On top of that, witnesses described the thief as having dark blue eyes and a tall muscular figure. One of them even said they saw a beauty mark on his face. And guess who matches that description?”

And yet, Karasu did not look the least bit worried. After all, he did have quite the record and it wasn’t like he was going to stop after this one if he were to somehow get off easy. His relaxed posture almost unnerved you, just how can someone be so calm after being told he was caught and identified? That was something you could never understand with men like him.

“‘Kay, so yer guys ID’d me,” he stated, shrugging. “That doesn’t mean anythin’ to me. If ya think I’ll stop, ya better think again, Miss Detective. But let me ask ya this… do ya really think that this time I’ll be put away for good?” He asked as he leaned forward, his elbows now on his table. He rested his head on his hand, his stare almost mocking if it weren’t for his smirk disappearing. Was he asking you a serious question?

You stared back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm under his gaze. “Yes, I think that this time you’ll be behind bars for a long time if not for life, especially with everything you’ve done before.” But this didn’t even make him frown. If anything, it made Karasu smirk at you again. If you didn’t know better, he probably found it adorable that you weren’t playing any games with him.

“Yer lookin’ a little angry there, Miss Detective. What have I done to make ya so pissed off at me?” He asked, leaning back into his chair once more. This time, his hands were now under the table. “Did I do somethin’ to ya personally? Or… is there something that’s goin’ on there?” He said. His eyes seemed to be scanning you once more and you almost felt yourself shiver. But you still tried to keep strong and not let him see any weakness he could exploit.

“No, there isn’t anything you’ve done to me personally. I just detest thieves,” you replied. That seemed to make his eyes light up.

“Ya don’t like no good thieves like me, huh? A man’s gotta steal to eat, ya know? It’s not right to lock up someone starvin’ like me, gorgeous.” His eyes seemed to burn into yours more as he said that.

There was no way he was serious about this. “You look well fed to me,” you scoffed back. “There’s no way that you could be a starving man as you claim you are.”

“Then I guess we’re both liars, you and me.”

That took you off guard for sure. “What are you talking about?” You asked, confusion crossing your face.

“Maybe I am lyin’ about not bein’ well fed, but yer definitely lyin’ as well, Miss. I overheard one officer say that yer the best detective here… but that comes with a lot of detriments, right? When was the last time ya ever had free time to care for yourself? Hm?”

You were even more confused, “I don’t know what you’re even trying to say. Are you insinuating that I don’t take care of myself? I don’t understand-” you were cut off by your radio crackling with the voice of your captain, “Detective?”

You picked up the radio to answer some questions about the suspect and the interrogation, but you failed to account for one thing.

You made a huge mistake that would seal your fate in this room: you took your eyes off Karasu. And that was all it took for him to make his move.

As you put your radio down after what felt like a lengthy conversation despite lasting for close to a minute, you would feel a hand cover your mouth. Your heart began to pound as your skin began to crawl, how did this happen? When did he move? How did he break free?!

As if sensing your panicking thoughts, you felt Karasu’s lips brush against your ear. “When you've been in and out of the doghouse like me, it gets real easy to slip off the ‘cuffs,” he would whisper before licking the shell of your ear, this sent a chill down your spine. Before you could struggle, you felt his free hand slide down your hip to between your legs. You tried to squeeze your thighs together but to no avail. He was so much bigger and stronger than you, any attempt at fighting back was going to fail.

“Poor, poor, thing,” he sneered, his hand cupping your cunt through your trousers. “Yer pent up, are ya? I can feel how warm ya are through these. In fact… When was the last time ya took care of this dry spell here? And I mean, really took care of it. Probably haven’t had a real orgasm in ages, huh?”

You tried to struggle against him, but he refused to let you go. “Oh no, no, no, baby; why don’t I give ya a helpin’ hand with this?” Before you could react, you felt him unbutton your trousers and slide his hand down to your clit and slowly began rubbing it. “Now, I’m gonna move my hand away and ya better not scream… at least not yet. These walls here are soundproof after all.” He was not wrong and much to your dismay, it only seemed to stir something within you. Were you actually getting excited?

This didn’t escape Karasu either, “Oh, ya like that?” He cackled, “Who’d have thought that Miss Detective here likes havin’ dirty criminals touch her?”

“No! That’s- that’s not true-” you tried to protest, trying to wriggle yourself away from his hold on you. And yet he was too strong for you to break free.

“Yer lyin’ and I can smell it, but that’s okay. A beautiful woman needs a real man like me to take of ya after all,” He only moved his fingers along your clit faster as he used his other hand to push your trousers down your legs. The chill in the room was more obvious as you felt the goosebumps already rise on your skin.

You tried to purse your lips together to hide any moans but he wasn’t having it, pressing his thumb down on your clit. A loud gasp escaped your lips in response.

“Why hide, babe? No one’s gonna hear ya anyways. Unless,” you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was smiling, “ya didn’t lock the door comin’ in, did ya?” You nodded frantically, so sure you locked it before taking a seat for the interrogation.

“See? Nothin’ to worry about.” Before you could say anything else, he would lay you on top of the table and pull your pants off completely along with your panties, exposing your wet cunt to him. He licked his lips before he dove in, not wasting any time to get a taste of you.

He was right, it had been way too long since you’ve been with someone and it showed. A few licks at your clit was enough to have you moan and trap his head with your thighs but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it encouraged him to keep going and even ravage you more. His large hands would grasp at your hips and squeeze them as he ate you out like he was eating his last meal on earth.

He even went as far as to move his hands upwards to begin unbuttoning your shirt.

“Karasu…” you moaned, trying to reach for any part of him to hold onto as he made you see stars. No one has ever made you feel this way before and you almost screamed as you felt him inch a finger inside you as he continued licking at your clit, one finger soon turning into two as he stretched you out. Preparing you to take him.

“That’s it, Detective… that’s it…” he cooed as he scissored his fingers in you. “Gotta prep ya for me, you’re doin’ good so far.” His praise made your heart skip a beat as a soft moan escaped your lips.

Before long, you felt him move his fingers away from you before he would spread your legs more for him. You gave him a questioning look, wondering why he pulled away so soon.

“Did ya think that was all? Oh no, I have more than that planned.”

To your surprise that you didn’t notice sooner thanks to the pleasure, he was stroking his cock. The dripping wetness from you was used to lube him up.

“Now why don’t I help ya feel good?” Before you could respond, Karasu would lean over you and begin kissing at your neck, nibbling every now and then as he kissed his way up to your lips. As the two of you kissed each other deeply, his cock would rub against your folds. You moaned against him as you felt yourself grow more excited. If he kept up this teasing any longer, you were so sure that you would break.

Fortunately, your wish was granted when you felt him slowly push his way inside you. A loud moan left your lips as your eyes fluttered closed. Karasu wasn’t faring much either as he groaned before dropping his head on the junction between your neck and shoulder. You gasped when you felt his teeth kiss your skin, but that didn’t bother you. In fact, the idea of a bite mark left by him had you squeeze around him.

Karasu let another groan out as he felt it, his hands squeezing your thighs as he began fucking you with fast, deep thrusts that were soon to have you scream for him. “Fuck, baby… don’t do that. We’re just gettin’ started. I can’t let ya go just yet.”

His pace would quicken right after he said that, spreading your legs more for him. Your arousal would coat his cock more and more, the wet sound being more obvious in the otherwise quiet room. You couldn’t stop the moans spilling out of your lips even if you tried. You pulled the criminal closer to you, draping your arms along his broad back. A very far cry compared to you glaring at and even close to detesting personally only a couple minutes ago.

However, the pleasure would be interrupted by something you hoped that wouldn’t happen until the very end. Your radio once again crackled with a voice interrupting the moment with a “Detective? Is everything alright there?” Your eyes immediately shot open at the voice that asked. It was one of the officers, the same one that escorted you into the room.

Karasu also caught on as he eyed the radio before reaching for it himself.

“No! Wait- don’t touch that!” You began protesting, trying to push him away, but that didn’t stop him as he grabbed the radio, smirking down at your panting form. His thumb was so close to pressing the button and let everything in the room be heard.

“Looks like someone’s callin’ to check on ya, this was supposed ta be an interrogation after all,” he would chuckle at your attempts to grab the radio from his hand as the officer still tried to call out to you.

“Now ya got two options, gorgeous,” he began, grabbing your wrists together with his free hand, “either ya answer and tell yer little coworker that everything’s fine or I’ll be the one answering it. I reckon that Miss Detective here doesn’t want the force ta know that she let someone like me fuck her until she came. Right?”

This made your heart beat rapidly. If Karasu answered, your coworker would guess that something was wrong and rush in only to see you two like this. You couldn’t risk it. How were you going to face the others after all that? “Give me the radio… I’ll tell him that I’m okay…” you tried to speak through uneven breathing.

Without another word, he wordlessly gave you the radio and let you answer. But his thrusts wouldn’t stop, oh no, he would keep going; albeit at a slow teasing pace that was already driving you mad.

“There you are! The interrogation is already keeping you busy?” He had no idea.

“Yeah, sorry.. But everything is fine,” you answered, trying to keep your voice steady whilst Karasu would fuck you. As you were asked a few more questions, you felt your sweet spot being nudged at. You bit your lip in an attempt to stay silent, glaring at the criminal who was making you feel this way. He was not making it any easier for you, almost if he was trying to get you in trouble judging by the gleam in his eyes. Your thighs trembled as you were close to the end. You would be ashamed for cumming so easily, but he was right. It’s been way too long after all.

Thankfully your officer didn’t question you anymore, much to your relief. He bid you goodbye, cutting off his end. Once that was over, Karasu went back to his harsh pace again as if sensing you were gonna reach your climax.

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He teased even though he was also losing his composure. Your walls enveloping around him tightly was soon to make him lose it. Unable to hold back anymore, he leaned over you as he kissed you once more. Your tongues tangled together in a dance of temporary passion, a mess that felt amazing in the moment regardless of whether you’ll regret it.

One hand would reach your clit and rub it in circles, aiding your coming release. Unable to help yourself, you grinded against him, trying to chase your orgasm and have him cum with you. “Too good… I’m gonna cum…” Your eyes would close again, the feeling satisfying you more than you could ever describe. No one up until now has ever made you feel this way… and to think he would be the first one to.

“Go on, baby, cum for me… cum for me. Aha, there it is… good, baby,” he would chuckle as you finally came. A moan sounded throughout the room as you came all over your cock. You trembled around him as he didn’t stop, continuing to push you beyond your limits. His pace slowed down slightly to draw out your climax as he reached his own, head burying into your shoulder as he groaned. His hips stuttered as he kept thrusting, making sure that every drop filled you up and stayed inside.

After what felt like an hour, he finally pulled away from you. He fixed himself back to how he was before you walked into the room before he helped you dress. You let him pull your bottoms back up and button up your shirt again before he helped you up off the table.

“There we go. That was real fun, Miss Detective, shame we can’t do this again. But I’ll remember this and hopefully dream ‘bout it,” he said, chuckling as if he told a joke. You sighed as you fixed up your hair. Even with the attempts at fixing yourselves properly, anyone would be able to tell that you two had sex. Karasu’s face was slightly flushed and you had potential marks soon to form on your neck. Good thing the bite mark he left on you would stay hidden underneath your shirt. But you couldn’t account for the fact that you were just as flustered as him.

“I…” you started to say, but what was there to be said? You just let him fuck you during a supposed interrogation, you were lucky that the room was soundproof and that you weren’t caught during radioing. But now you had marks soon to decorate your neck and you had to find a way to take care of that before you were allowed to go home.

“Ya gotta leave right? It’s whatever,” he shrugged as he sat back down in his chair. “Ya gotta go back to work after all. But try not to make it any obvious that ya fucked me, okay?” He added, smirking at your embarrassed expression. “But I guess we’re done here now. I’m done talkin’ about that robbery, might as well have yer buddies take me in already.”

You scoffed. “I’ll be fine. But I’ll see you around the prison,” you said, before leaving him in the room, refusing to deal with his smugness any longer or stick around to hear whatever remark he had to say.

As you left, you turned on your radio. “Chief, it’s me. The interrogation is done, the suspect is guilty,” you said, walking down the hall. Even with that, you could already feel his cum pooling into your panties. You sighed, this was going to be a long night and you only had yourself and Karasu to blame. Hopefully you can make it through the rest of the night with his cum inside you.

Perhaps you were no better than a rotten thief like him after all, especially that you let said thief have his way with you without too much of a fight.

[t00tsmcgee]

Romance chart for my sweet boys Calais, Lucanis and Spite (Yes, I think Spite should be separately included in this because Calais loves them both very much, thank you)

Explanation (and transcript for the scribbles) for some of my choices below

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First to confess box

Spite was the one who actually exposed his (and Lucanis') feelings for Cal in a moment where he just blurted it out, causing Cal to confess his feelings to them in return.

Steals blanket

Cal steals all the blankets, naturally running cold, but Spite steals them back as a game. They end up play wrestling over the blankets before cuddling up and sharing peacefully a lot of the time.

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Animal choice

Calais: Arctic fox, Cute but deadly

Lucanis: Puppy, big wet eyes

Spite: Pallas cat, Gremlin <3

Flower/plant choice

Calais: Sage, meaning Wisdom, Thoughtfullness and Health, calling back to his specialization as a healer, and his empathy as well as the advice others often seek from him. Spite also says he smells like sage, and lavender.

Lucanis: Gentian, meaning Passion, charm, loveliness and sweetness

Spite: Scorpionweed, meaning Determination and Strength

Drink choice

Calais: Lavender tea, he drinks it often for the health benefits.

Lucanis: Coffee because we all know this man likes coffee

Spite: Mountain dew, the fuel of gremlins everywhere

Season choice

Calais: Autumn, very fitting for a necromancer I think, he also just likes to bundle up in sweaters and read by the fire so autumn is prime time for him.

Lucanis and Spite: Winter going into Spring, symbolic for new life, emerging from the static state of winter into a newer, warmer world. *just like he did when he left the Ossuary*

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Big spoon, little spoon choice

I feel like Lucanis is the more protective one and thus would prefer to be the big spoon most of the time, but he does very rarely just want to hide away in Cal's arms as well

Screams over bug/removes bug choice

It depends on the bug but Cal is afraid of spiders and Spite just likes to yell so he joins Cal in solidarity when one is found. Someone come and save Lucanis.

Vanilla/Kinky choice

Y'all i need you to understand how vanilla these two are together. Calais is Lucanis' first, and Cal thinks doggy style is adventurous. Eventually Spite complains enough to Lucanis and they try new things, but they always default to plain old missionary. Someone come and save Spite.

Forgives easily/holds grudges choice

Cal and Spite are two very petty bitches. Different from Spite though Cal is pretty hard to upset, but once he is.. Lucanis i feel is quicker to forgive, but i think any assassin can hold a grudge pretty good too, so more in the middle.

Confident/shy choice

Lucanis is definitely the most shy one, gets flustered when Cal flirts and talks dirty. Spite gets shy when he doesn't quite know what to do, usually when Cal says something sweet to him. Cal is more confident because he has a little more experience.

[dredgen-dumbass]

I joined late (like 3? Years ago?) and only know the whole storyline because I watched the full timeline from the DLV. Pretty damn sure most new players are not bothering with that. The "timeline" in game is absolutely bullshit and barely explains anything. I want to recommend it to friends but I also know you have to practically study this game to catch up as a new player. Cayde's return in TFS has such less meaning when you never played forsaken, much less red war. Cool move for all the veteran players! Hard to care much as a newer one. Just one example.

I get it they want the game to be constantly evolving etc. but you'd think they would at least consider the new player experience, because the longer it runs the harder it is to catch up to the current story and really invest in it, which they need if they want to keep a playerbase that cares about the world they've created and not just another generic looter-shooter fps as so many longer running players leave/have already left. Seems they don't, though.

Having new players start halfway through the storyline was always an awful idea imo, I just wasn't around at the beginning to really know the difference. It's like if someone gave you return of the king after having you just skim the back cover of the other lotr books and expected you to follow along. Sure, you can read it, probably enjoy it some, but the depth of a story is lost when you ditch the setup for it. Same works for any medium.

I had already accepted that stuff was gone for good. I figure if they had any intent on bringing it back they would've by now. Makes me iffy about spending money on new content. It's awful from a player standpoint, but I really don't understand how it's any help to them from a business one either. Yeah, servers are expensive, but wouldn't boosting their playerbase make up for it? I doubt I'm the only one who feels like they're just milking it for what it's worth for as long as people will still play and letting it die out "on its own." But what do I know lmao.

I can't believe the D2 base campaign is now lost media. the worst anyones ever done it.

[gazeofseer]

What is Love for You?

'Before taking the reading, have you ever thought if not that first movie, if not your parents relationship, if not your sibling's first heartbreak..if not your own crush, crushing your idea of what all it seems. What is Love for you?

Companionship & Fidelity

'A Heart torn between timelines, you are someone who is quite different yet imbibe those traditional values when it comes to love in general.

For you Love is about being a support, cultivating a certain level of fidelity at a certain level frequency.

Highlighting the fact that you kept meeting the same, likewise yet opposite people, who bring relevance but not true substance when it comes to show up for you, but you do and you keep doing it. Being loyal made you a people pleaser but your heart got wrenched knowing my love is shareable because I want to, but people see you differently.

Independent, Arrogant, Distinct and Different. But for you everyone seems the same just in different bodies, different says, with same meaning.

You have good relations but they are quite shallow or about being dutiful then anything else. Like anyone at your place would be treated the same.

What I am channeling is, you have a future spouse. When I mean this you are kept held by the divine to get into any other affairs, heartbreaks or other delusional skits that tempts you for a while.

In the Pyschic world, it's called 'Spouse Tie' when your marriage is a by-product of your life and not the main focus you reap a late reward through a great companion who feels like a home for you.

To be your everything..

A Perfect Kdrama lead, who is misunderstood by the world the parents are quite challenging which leads to the threshold of expectations and burdens. Competitive Friends who actually end becoming your worst enemy.

You become everything to everyone in need, the filler girl who lives by next door easy to call her for help, a girl who can benefit but beyond that we have no use of her. People use your quality, aura, skills and due to your lack of energetic boundaries you believe everyone to be as nice as they seem, but even if they unravel you end being nice because being mean and rude have hurt you alot.

A flower who pitys the thorn is how you see the world, and its the vice versa from the world they drain you my love. But no worries divine and someone special seems to be your knight and protectors.

You are Cursed in life person who will be blessed with love. For you love is about the person being your everything.

A Parent during challenges, A Friend during conflicts, A Lover in bed, A Teacher in life, A Spouse to share purpose with, like a blessing you want for all kinds of curses you have gone through by yourself despite people around you turned out to be quite spiteful and the attack seems uncertain.

I can feel you are not able to sleep peacefully at night, the dream of a guy coming and holding your hand, and shielding is constant,

These all are signs to not lose hope especially when you feel you can't live anymore like this, it's your love from the other end of the world calling upon your name, entering your dream, being that random reel, being that song only you resonate with, as if he is singing it all to you. He writes diary about you.

Because you both are in a journey together but walking different paths to find a pace together in the divine timeline.

What I see here is this is a fated connection, quite planned and will unfold as per the universe's wish, but I see when you are near the age 27 to 30 you should have met this person by this time and would date 3-4 years before getting married which will make you to leave your family and stuff.

Quite twinflame, but forever is showing up so they could be your soulmate.

Love? Whatever!

If two people meet and can lead to wars and clashes of conflicts of interest there is a couple awards you both did win.

You are quite strong headed love is an unworthy word to qualify who you are, regardless of the superiority complex you are a rough kid grown tough.

Crisis after the crisis was your way throughout, you do not have many people who can stand you so you let them go, even if you love them hardcore.

Because love for you is like devotion, a prayer, a dutiful commitment. You see no other reason or purpose behind it thriving.

You drive in dedication, passion and move with boldness even in your day to say decisions. You would chose to cut the good for something greater because that is how critical and rigid you have been with yourself.

Not heavy on trauma it looks for the world, but every other minute things have rubbed off your soul, lies, bad comments, cheaters, stealers, jealousy and every other worst feeling.

I see the heavy influence of deception during your childhood development has incurred these negative emotions to become your core values, which will be set at blaze by someone completely opposite from you.

But will exactly show you better and reel rigidity is beyond illusional set of emotions.

While you will show them what it is like to respect, be grateful and showup for things without fearing the commitment and the patience anything takes.

People around you guys would so not want this because it will break their projections over you which you are believing it to be true but now. Will also break one day and that is when you will find the one.

Prudence, Arrogance and lack of emotions are the reason life keeps breaking you again and again pain is the base of emotions which leads to the highest of it which is bliss and peace to attain you will shed those thick skin and grow into beautiful vantage full of empathy and love.

[fourteentrout]

SJM Pride Week Day 4: Gender

Title: carry that weight

Pairing: Nesta Archeron/Tamlin

Rating: E (NOT for everyone ;) )

Word Count: 11,310

Summary: “I often feel too big for my body,” he whispered against her neck, so quiet that she wouldn’t have understood him if she were still human. “For this world. There's…there's too much of me.”

The stillness of the world around them kept Nesta's breath trapped in her chest. I know what you mean, she didn’t say.

“Then turn into something smaller.” Nesta replied instead, her voice not quite as dry as she usually kept it.

@sjmprideweek I hope this counts even though it's technically a straight ship at the start. i thought some genderfluidity could be fun to introduce to nesta's character, especially since a shapeshifter is such a perfect vehicle to communicate that identity through!

Snippet below the cut! Or read here on AO3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

The sex had come as a surprise.

Nesta had arrived in the Spring Court with only what she could carry and the clothes on her back. No tears shed. Azriel had set her down in a pretty little meadow, its verdant innocence teasing the bleak reality of her situation. Her boots, the leather still shiny, sank into the soft dirt, and for the first time since leaving the Night Court, she felt like she could breathe.

It was awful. 

The fresh Spring air sawed in and out of her lungs, too much all at once, so much that it was practically choking her. Her face heated in a way that she used to be able to stop, back before…back when she was human. She couldn’t grasp the reins of her body, even after over a year of having it. She’d been drowned, burned, broken and reformed, and spat back out with something inside her that she did not want, and could not control.

Azriel put a warm hand on her back as she gathered herself, blinking away the haze of panic and taking in her surroundings.

“I’m sorry it turned out this way.” He said softly, his melodic voice making the shock of truth a fraction less bitter.

“Me too.” Nesta replied. Out of everyone, he was the only one who’d had the courtesy to give another option. It wasn’t ideal—none of them were—but this was at least a flavor of exile that was seasoned with compassion.

As much as Feyre claimed forgiveness, Nesta knew the anger that still strangled her soul.

Azriel had been the one to take the eldest Archeron aside when she’d condemned herself to what would surely be death, or imprisonment, or endless wandering without a destination in sight. If Nesta thought about it too hard, it reminded her of someone she’d tried to drink away the memory of time and time again. No direction, no will. 

“I’ll be the one to take you,” the Shadowsinger had told her quietly in the empty washroom of her empty flat. “I’ll get you somewhere…safer.”

Not safe. But safer. Even the lush, quiet meadow thrummed with that feeling. This Court was not safe, but the land would accept her in a way that the human realm no longer could. And that, apparently, was all Nesta could ask for.

It was better than she deserved. Azriel had saved her from what she’d been ready for. 

Now, she was more scared than ever.

[queenerdloser]

i just finished dark heir

[cerulianecho]

I wouldn't say this is a radical take but rather a childish and short sighted one. It's a take of someone who pretends not to see what is right in front of them in order to make a fake point with misleading language that sounds like it's impactful but when you analyze it, there's nothing of substance beneath.

All the games are political, but DA4 takes a sharp turn towards the personal. - Explain how is DA4 'personal' and how DA1-3 are not, and what do you even define as 'personal' here in juxtaposition to 'political'. Why does 'personal' and 'political' need to be on the opposite sides of a spectrum, instead of coexisting together? And explain why would one be better than the other.

All the factions we met before have good people to offer, and it’s presented as a hopeful new beginning—one where unity is possible despite ideological divides. This isn’t a case of simplifying the world or erasing conflict; it’s a shift in focus. - If this isn't erasing conflict, do tell us where the conflict is then? Where is the tension between characters who are forced to work together despite their vast differences in lifestyles and ideologies because the world is ending. If they have no true ideological divides then it is plain for all to see that they ARE simplified, and that there is no conflict to be had between them, except maybe about who ate the last cookie? Is this what you mean when you say 'conflict'. DA1-3 fans expected something deeper than disagreements about one's food/drinks and fashion choices. Oh they all just happen to have nothing significant to disagree about, and when they do disagree about pointless crap they need to be told by the player to get along as if they were toddlers? How poignant and realistic. /s 'Shift in focus' sounds like such corpo language tbh, it's kind of funny coming from someone who loves Veilguard. When you said: 'The previous games invited debate about systemic oppression and power structures, but DA4 takes a stance, and many don’t want to investigate why they’re so irritated by this', you unwittingly provided an answer to why people are irritated by something you see as positive. How could we be possibly irritated by not being allowed to play the game for ourselves and make the judgements ourselves instead of basically watching a movie, where we move the character that we basically have no control over, and where we have no impact on the game ourselves.

It moves the subtext into text; it’s no longer a possible reading of the game but an obvious one. It doesn’t just make the political elements explicit; it also adds a value judgment. Being a bigot is just bad. - This is the crux of it all, and the irony of you being able to pinpoint the problem but not being able to recognize it as a problem is not lost on me. This is why people see Veilguard enjoyers as childish and the game as shallow. Dragon Age games used to be role playing video games. A role playing game isn't a game where you are not given a choice to choose your character's morality, actions and views and it isn't a game that makes value judgements without letting you as a player experience the possibility of making different kinds of moral choices. And what IS a morally good choice is not clear cut in real life, something that a real adult should already know. 'Being a bigot is just bad', are you 12? Is this supposed to be a cartoon where we teach kids being mean is bad, or is it supposed to be a video game with heavy topics aimed at adults? A role playing video game is NOT didactic. It assumes it is being played by an adult and adults do not need nor want didactic stories. If you are not an adult, go play games for children instead. Dragon Age wasn't supposed to be your Disney fairy tale where the good guys are pure and saccharine, and the bad guys are cartoonishly evil without actually ever having to deal with the true horror of evil. Real life has shades of grey everywhere. This realism is what made Dragon Age stories poignant until DA4. The fairy tale we received DID make DA4 into a lesser game because childish fairy tales are a downgrade from realism. Childish fairy tales are material meant to be enjoyed by small children, not adults. Instead of moral ambiguity for its own sake, the game leans into the idea that choices still matter, but some choices—like choosing to be cruel—aren’t morally neutral. - If the game doesn't let you make choices that aren't morally good, what choices does it let you make that still matter? What can possibly matter more than the moral path you take when faced with a world ending event? Where are these choices that matter? There are no significant choices that matter because DA4 was not just turned into something childish, but it is also no longer a role playing game. It completely lost the foundations of what made Dragon Age into the franchise that many people loved and now you question those people why they hate the game that has nothing in common with the games that made them love Dragon Age. Go and enjoy your game if you want. I don't care. But every Veilguard hater is completely justified in hating it and it is pretty obvious why. Anyone who pretends that we have no reason for it are burying their heads in the sand.

So my radical take on DA1-3 vs DA4 is that all the games are political, but DA4 takes a sharp turn towards the personal. It moves the subtext into text; it’s no longer a possible reading of the game but an obvious one. It doesn’t just make the political elements explicit; it also adds a value judgment. Being a bigot is just bad. It explicitly states that the heroes of this story are decent people, not just Rook but the companions themselves.

All the factions we met before have good people to offer, and it’s presented as a hopeful new beginning—one where unity is possible despite ideological divides. This isn’t a case of simplifying the world or erasing conflict; it’s a shift in focus. Instead of moral ambiguity for its own sake, the game leans into the idea that choices still matter, but some choices—like choosing to be cruel—aren’t morally neutral. It’s not just about survival or political maneuvering anymore; it’s about what kind of world you want to build.

Some people are really pissed off, and some are trying to overanalyze Veilguard as “less than.” The change in making a statement is condemned as a devolution instead of a change in narrative priorities. But is it really less complex, or just unwilling to hide behind the veneer of neutrality? The previous games invited debate about systemic oppression and power structures, but DA4 takes a stance, and many don’t want to investigate why they’re so irritated by this.

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

men are so disappointing in so many ways i know i shouldn't expect most of them to be dignified humans but it's crazy. i need to get over this guy he's making my sense of self crumble even faster than it usually does. like he's just so unlike my usual type and i'm pretty convinced he's stupid and slutty and not discerning whatsoever. not to mention boring like i know even if i did have a chance with him he wouldn't Get Me at all so it's a bigger waste of time that usual and i'm actually pretty tired of men in general and definitely tired of parasocial relationships because they drive me insane for months typically. thankfully it's only been like 2 weeks if that at this point. idk. sigh. i know literally virtually nothing abt him as a person and ofc liking any public figure who you know nothing about is only setting yourself for heartbreak and disappointment to begin with bc you already know nothing is gonna come from it but. in a way it's almost addictive to become obsessed with someone and not be looked at with the same level of scrutiny. i don't think anyone in real life would ever try to get to know me as much as i try to get to know people who i'll never even meet. lmao! but that's the thing... idk... i have a lot of love in my heart and it consumes me and i reject my pride usually when i'm into someone. i want to know more... like VORACIOUSLY consuming anything with information about them involved simply because i think knowing someone is a very deep form of love but of course you can never truly know anyone. not completely. and that scares me i think which is why it's always probably been easier for me to never really TRY to be with anyone or have anything real. idk. this turned into me psychoanalyzing myself real quick but SOMEONE needs to bc i need to understand what the fuck is wrong w me.

[gloriousmonsters]

you know i know you can't say anything about someone you don't know for certain. and it's not polite to speculate too much about someone's person from their writing. buuuuut i am just going to say i would genuinely be surprised if C/huck Ti.ngle was not raised evangelist

[catboydan]

fiance got me a kindle for my birthday <3

[sunsetsover]

the thing is i truly don't even really disagree with what you're saying regarding akk. i think probably at its very core we probably view akk's character in very similar ways. the difference is probably how we then process that internally and how we would then go on to describe him and his actions through the lens of our own personal lived experiences and views and personalities. and neither is wrong! we all have those lenses through which we view the world and therefore other people, situations and behaviours etc but neither is wrong. i simply just think we're coming at it from different places, which is beautiful! it's what gives us a 3d view of the world yknow?

i do think there is potentially a discussion to be had about bullying and the way it's perceived in different places and contexts. not that i'm saying we should have that discussion lmao, i'm just saying i know that in some places bullying is a lot more extreme and serves a much different function than from where i'm from and in my experience (which, thankfully, is not a lot). i'm obv not gonna get into that, but i will just say i wouldn't personally describe what akk did (or what thua did for that matter) as bullying, purely bc of the context in which their behaviour presented itself. what akk did was basically perpetrating systemic abuse. i feel like even just calling it bullying makes it seem less than what it really was. i understand that not everyone would agree, but the difference is important to me. i also understand that that context might not matter to the victims of that behaviour, and were the 3 jums real i would never be like 'oh you didn't experience bullying because i don't personally consider it bullying'. however that doesn't change my view or my experience. that said, i also completely acknowledge, especially reading those tags by hurlumerlu (which are beautifully written btw) that i don't HAVE that experience of bullying that others have had, not even secondhand, so perhaps my opinion on it doesn't really matter.

but yeah, as for thua, talking about him any further would be pointless. i do understand the points you're making abt why he did what he did, truly i do, but i just don't buy it. i think the whole idea of 'hurt the few to save the many' is cowardly and wrong, whether its in fiction or in real life. you can't damage your people and your community and then turn around and say 'but i was doing it FOR you! i was protecting you! i was making our lives better!', sorry. he victimised every other queer kid in that school under the guise of wanting justice, but if he wanted real justice the idea of further hurting the people he claims he was trying to help the wouldn't have even been an option for him.

and i fully admit that i'm biased against him. i didn't really like him as a character even BEFORE i knew what he did, so i was never going to like him after. in my personal view what thua did WAS worse than what akk did. it was more damaging, esp long term. purposefully outing anyone is one of the lowest, most fucked up things a person can do imo, and it's especially egregious to do it as a fellow queer person. age will never justify that to me. i knew you don't do that to someone when i was 14, let alone 17-18. for that alone, not even taking into consideration everything else he did, i will never have sympathy for him. nothing will change that.

(EDIT: liz pointed out to me that i misread the part in the tags about aye standing up to the teachers!! i think bc we've been talking abt akk and both names begin with 'a' and are three letters long my brain just defaulted to akk lmao but i really do apologise, i didn't mean to put words into anyone's mouth or accuse them over things they didn't even say. again i'm really sorry, i'll be more careful next time!!)

but yeah i think the moral of the story is that it's good to have discussions like this !! it's always good to understand others' point of view and expand your own, even when you don't see eye to eye. and i do apologise if i came across as defensive or rude at any point, i do have quite strong feelings abt thua and i know i can be a bit brutal w the way i state my opinions. i hope you (both of you!) know it comes from a place of respect of you and your points of view. i wouldn't bother writing all of this if i didn't value your opinion <3

another first kanaphan character that many people refuse to acknowledge is a red flag is akk. you guys remember when he almost committed vehicular manslaughter and also almost committed arson