#kids who aspire for more and are gonna go fucking FIND IT

[felixdragonheartofficial]

TFA TEAM PRIME HUMAN REDESIGNS FINALLY

FUCK

+headcannons

Optimus: gotta stay focused

looks too old compared to his bot form.

I find it impossible for Optimus to be more than a million years old in this canon. In the least, he's older than 1000 years and since we have mfs that are canonically over 70 million years old(fagatron iykyk) compared to that, he feels like a dude in his early-to-mid-30's being the group parent.

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-I made him more youthful, gave him curly hair, and tailored his clothing to actually look like his bot form.

-workaholic

-on the cusp of barley being able to hold his liquor

-doesn't own a pair of pajamas until Sari gets some for him

-usually forgets to put them on, but appreciates the gesture

-stays active for like, 3 days until he can't fight off sleep with work brain anymore, and unceremoniously passes out on the couch to sleep for a full 24 hours

-ratchet sighs and puts a blanket over him as per routine

-frequently checks security feed

-elf on the shelf despiser

-early morning talks with jazz and ratchet over coffee (they all wake up at 6 am)

-half thrives on caffeine and a vigorous training protocol

-is a dog person, loves German shepherds to death

David sama, pls forgive me ily very much

Ratchet: to old for this nonsense

doesn't match his body type in the slightest.

Ratchet is really old, he's got a sallow face and a gramp gut, how dare they square him. He's wayyy too angular and peachy looking.

-I gave him his luscious curves back, adding all the equipment id expect a field medic to have because he is a field medic, not a regular doctor. I changed his facial proportions, and also made his face gaunt, for that dead inside PTSD look.

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-drinks his coffee black with brown sugar, literally drinks it piping hot

-is one of those old people who complains about noise

-confiscates bumblebee and Sari's toy cars, and puts them in a high up cabinet

-neither of them know how to bypass the child safety lock lmao

-casual clothes includes a lot- a l o t of plaid shirts, and 10 pairs of the same blue jeans

-tunes out bulkhead and prowls convos about birdwatching

-big fan of political satire dramas

-Sentinel doesn't approve

-Ratchet doesn't give a rats ass about what he thinks of course

Bumblebee: professional smart-ass

doesn't match his body type/age.

Bumblebees holoform is presented as a 10-12 year old child specifically for the fact that he's short, and the comedic relief. Total ass

I set his human age as 19-20 years old, making him more of a big brother to sari because that og model is disappointingly lackluster

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-Bumblebee is a scrappy wisecracking punk, like an adhd kid who just got roller skates for Christmas.

-since he doesn't have wheels, I feel like he'd wear skates instead to emulate the feeling

-terrible at watching where he's going cuz he's too busy trying to show off, so ratchet makes him wear all that padding + training wheels

-legit despises the padding and training wheels

-Jealous of Blurr for mastering roller blades lmao.

-his favorite games are choose your fighter and fps

-saw ONE ancient ass assassins creed playthrough and begged ratchet to install hidden tasers in his arm bands (was denied)

-Sari used her key to do it instead

-self appointed "rizzler"

-Optimus has zero idea of what that means and thinks it's code for something dubious

-Ratchet knows what it means and thinks it's silly

-"I' was something of a rizzler myself back in my day, kid"

-bumblebee cringes

-loves summer and swimming

-wants to be the fastest thing in the sea because y'know, it's bumblebee

-is spooked from the beach for awhile cuz he saw sharks in Prowls nature documentary

-there are infact, no sharks in lake Erie

Bulkhead: big guy, bigger heart

doesn't match his body type/aspirations.

Jesus fuck he's so wide?? And his belly migrated to his shoulders?? I'm gonna be honest, I really hate this design. I feel like it contributed to the "brute strength = stupid" take that most in the fandom associates with him.

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-Bulkhead is a SWEET. CARING. NERD YOU FOOLS. He's like the male version of a tall goth gf-

-a tall-nerdy-farm hand-physics bf, You got me fucked up.

-Its already shown that bulkhead really likes art in Addition to creating it. He hates being only seen as the "muscle" so it wouldn't make sense for him to lean into that.

-bunny slippers that him and sari made together(she provided the buttons)

-the slippers go missing sometimes (basically considered community property unless he's wearing them)

(ratchet and prowl are the main offenders)

-frequent art museum goer

-really likes watching cooking shows, but is too shy to make food himself

-Owns a ton of star maps

-Really wants a treehouse that he, bumblebee and sari can hang out in

-pillowfort enjoyer

-casually reads quantum physics at the beach

Prowl: draft dodger

Doesn't look like him at all.

Prowls holoform being a mustachioed,white, police officer was an actual jumpscare for 7 y/o me, I kid you not

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- I know this bitch would not wear a helmet (you can't force him to) que windswept hair

-Not as much as starscreams, for obvious reasons but yk

-prowl is like one of those "shoes are a prison for your feet"

-emo hipster

-has a pet cactus named "planty"

-bumblebee heckles him for it

-can and has brought his cactus with him on early evening motorcycle rides

-the helmet is reserved for his cactus, bring your own >:(

-salad consumer

-him and jazz share custody of the cactus

-repeat victim of the cat distribution system

-ratchet has probably spent hours telling him they can't keep any animals at base

-frequent midnight picnics with jazz

-and beachcombing

-and roaming around antique stores cuz jazz wants to know what vinyl records are

-got a mug with an attempted pink chibi cat with big round shiny eyes painted onto it, courtesy of bulkhead trying to find an artsyle

-cherishes this mug to death

-has a shrine dedicated to it

[artiststarme]

Officer Phil Callahan wasn’t often seen in a positive light. Most people viewed him as immature, impulsive, condescending, and a poor excuse for a poor excuse of a police officer. However, no one could accuse him of being a bad brother. He prided himself on always being there for his little bro and his brother knew he could count on him too for anything. As such, Phil was the first person he went to after receiving the beating of all beatings.

So, when Phil opened his front door to see his baby bro leaning against the doorframe for support with his bruised face bearing more resemblance to a blueberry, he dropped everything to help him.

“Holy goddamn shit, Steve! What the hell happened to your face?!” He ushered Steve inside and settled him on the well-worn couch adorning his small living room.

Phil didn’t know what had happened to his brother and he didn’t know who had tried to pulverize his face but he did know whomever had committed this atrocity would pay. He didn’t care if he had to arrest Jonathan Byers again or face off against the powerful Hagan parents to cuff Tommy H in public, he was going to make someone suffer.

His rage only grew as he watched Steve dry heave and vomit for hours on end. Phil aspired to return the beating to the perpetrator that gave Steve the headache of all headaches and physical damage to boot. He took care of Steve through the night by waking him up every four hours, rubbing his back through the dry heaves, and giving him water to keep him hydrated. As soon as he seemed stable enough to be left alone though, Phil was badgering him for the name of the attacker.

He waited just long enough to hear, “Billy Hargrove, but don’t-“ before he was off.

Dressed in his Sheriff’s Deputy uniform with his gun on his hip, he set off to find the sack of shit that hurt his brother. Would this look bad in front of the townspeople? Definitely. Could it hurt his job and his position in the department? Most probably. But he would do what he had to do and probably beat the shit out of that dirtbag in revenge.

As expected, the Californian hippie delinquent was standing by his Camaro in front of the school with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Phil pulled the patrol care right up to his bumper before storming up to him and shoving him against his own drivers side door. Billy’s cigarette dropped ashes against Phil’s forearm but the rage inside of him burned even more than the fluttering ash. The eyes of nearly the entire student body rested on him but he didn’t let it phase him.

“You roughed up Steve yesterday,” Phil growled.

“You’re crazy. Who the fuck-“

“You’re gonna shut up and listen, buttercup. If you even think about touching Steve again, you kinky shit, I will make your life a living hell. Stay away from my brother.”

“Whatever, man. Did Steve go running home to mommy-“

He didn’t even register his just flying until Billy’s head whipped to the side followed by a pain in his hand. Shit, he just hit a kid. A bitchy one, but a kid nonetheless. “I’m sorr-“

“Is that all you got? I guess you and Stevie-boy both hit like the pansies you are.” Billy sneered at him with blood coating his teeth.

This little prick. Phil wasn’t going to let some high school bully get away with this. First he tries to kill his brother and then he starts talking shit about the both of them? Nope, no siree. Phil pauses but a minute before pulling a pair of handcuffs from his belt and latching them around a struggling Hargove’s wrists. “Okay, you little shit. You’re under arrest for felony assault, attempted murder, and anything else I can throw at you. No school for you today, now get in my car.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” He yelled, bloody spittle spitting from his lips.

“Yep, just like that concussion you gave my brother. Now shut up and stop resisting before I have to shoot you.” He wouldn’t actually shoot this kid but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Phil knew the charges probably wouldn’t stick but he still felt lighter, relieved, that he had gotten at least a little bit of justice for Steve. And if the increasingly panicked murmurings in the backseat brought a smile to his face? Well, no one was any the wiser.

[writing-funsies]

OP characters as besties p.5

p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | p.4 | p.5

characters: Ace, Shanks, Mihawk

warnings: mentions of alcohol, light cussing

notes: all platonic hc's

Ace

will share his food with you

but won't let you take any off his plate

falls asleep on you all the time

uses you as his personal pillow

and will make fun of you if you freak out when riding with him on Striker

despite the fact that it's designed for only one person

but I digress

also uses you as a napkin if needed

sometimes shoots little flames at you to see your reaction

talks about Luffy nonstop

like that's the only thing he ever talks about

by the time you actually meet his little brother

you're ready to strangle both of them

not really

but you could spot the kid a mile away

before you ever actually got to know him

Ace and you working together to become more confident

always teasing each other

you having to fish him out of the ocean when he falls in

drinking contests

staring contests

fighting contests

eating contests

just competing over everything and anything possible

training together

he may be really strong and have a devil fruit power

but he won't hesitate to practice his hand-to-hand combat with you

especially if you need it

will tease you about it though

so you just push him overboard again

long talks about your lives

your pasts

your families

where you see yourselves in a year

five years

maybe even ten years

your goals

and aspirations

just talks about life

he tells you about his dad

and is relieved when you tell him that just because he was his father's son doesn't mean that'll be his legacy 

you two would die for each other

nothing will ever tear you apart

besties for the resties

9/10

super sweet and funny

but won't bathe no matter how much you beg

Shanks

party boy™

genuinely doesn't give a fuck

he's here to have fun

and protect his family

that's it

tells you the corniest jokes you've ever heard

also laughs at everything you say

like Luffy, laughs even when you're being serious

uses his missing arm as an excuse if you ever try to get him to do his duties as captain

sometimes struggles with phantom pains

but assures you they'll go away on their own

drinking contests

if he's got a drink in hand

then everyone's gonna have a good time

100% threw up on your shoes once before passing out

laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard when you told him

quickly stifles his laughter when he sees how mad you are

offers to let you throw up on his shoes to make it even

you just stare at his sandals for a moment before walking away

watching Luffy's progress through the news together

bragging about the kid as if he were your own

the antics you two get up to guarantee that Ben will have a constant headache

the rest of the crew finds your dynamic duo to be hilarious

the sheer power of this crew is near unimaginable

so if the two of you ever actually fight enemies

they don't stand a chance

if anyone ever targeted you

and hurt you

Shanks would have his crew capture your attacker

and then show them exactly why no one messes with the Red Hair Pirates

8/10

always provides a good time

but will laugh at you if you fall 

Mihawk

I ain't ever seen two pretty best friends

until now

you are probably a little more lively than this warlord

he just doesn't care for drama

which means it's up to you to keep him in the loop

yet somehow he has the truly juicy details you could only wish to find on your own

y'all have a small book club

it's just the two of you

you tried to invite Perona to join

but she thought that your reading selection was so not cute

you even tried to invite Shanks once

all that accomplished was you gaining a new drinking buddy

which Mihawk begrudgingly allowed to happen

basically, the book club is just you two sipping on wine while discussing every mistake that the author made while writing your current read

salty bitches™

you're one of the only people alive who can get Mihawk to laugh

which is your favorite party trick

except that he's never laughed at the parties you both went to

(ie visiting Shanks and getting roped into a night of drinking)

he airs out all of the other warlords' dirty laundry to you

will talk mad shit about them

well at least most of them

he finds that no matter how powerful they may be

they're all idiots in his eyes

they can't see the big picture

he trusts that you have enough common sense to use the information sparingly

and you do

for the most part

it's giving rich single wine aunt meets vodka mom (but without the kids)

9/10

knows how to relax in style

but will not let you play with his sword no matter how many times you ask

[devoureddreaa]

diary of a mad black woman

i’m totally not projecting in this /hj. buuuuuut, i love love love the movie: diary of a mad black woman. probably the best piece of fiction tyler perry has created. but, i hope you enjooooy!!

cw: toji is an asshole (mb…), you’re gonna be kind of a bitch too if you squint, relationship issues, infidelity issues (on both sides), an established relationship coming to an end, you’re not getting back with him….. (sorry not sorry), uhh y/n is black woman coded (hii ting at the title). lemme know if i forgot anything !!!!

five long, draining years.

five years ago..you married toji right after you two graduated. don’t worry, your clan didn’t sell you. marrying toji is what you wanted to do. only god knew how bad of a decision you were

toji fushiguro, had his owns dreams and aspirations. ones that most possibly didn’t involve you whatsoever, but you forced yourself into them. the first year was just fine, it was like you were laying on cloud nine.

that was until you were pushed off that cloud.

he moved you away from your home. he wanted to “forget about the past” he said, and leave everything behind. and that included your own family..you didn’t know how long it had been since you last heard their voices. now you were isolated, and that only made things worse cause toji knew what sort of power he had over you now.

you did anything in your power to stay in his vision. whether that was dealing with his manipulative behavior, or even his infidelity..you sticked around.

cause you loved him??

or cause you didn’t have anyone else to go to?

weird, cause then you got kicked out of your own home and he got a divorce. he packed all your shit in a truck and replaced you for some hooker. bet enough booger sugar and lube got her to stay. you drove that truck back over to your grandmothers house…who almost shot you since it was the middle of the night. you got over it after a few months. got a job, made friends, reconnected with family..even your mother, and maybe even found some newfound love.

that’s until toji got injured and he was temporarily paralyzed. the hooker he wanted so badly wanted to leave him for dead, but you..were still legally his wife. so you made the last call.

to keep him alive.

as you sat there, thinking about picking up the pieces of what used to be your life..you realized something. every room in this place that you used to call home held a painful memory for you. even though toji’s suffering…something in you wants him to suffer even more. few months in a divorce can take a person through just as many emotions as five years in a marriage. oh, and you’re starting to feel all of them at once.

but the one that is clear…is rage.

now here you were, in your old home, in the office looking for old bill files for him. while he sat in his wheelchair…quietly.

shuffling through the stake of papers, you started to shake your head. “i don’t see it..”

toji’s head perked up, “you don’t see it?” he repeated, in somewhat of a mocking tone..

“no.”

he scoffed, “you really are good for nothing.” here he goes again. “find my bank statement and get the accountant on the phone.”

you looked up from the stack of papers and looked up at him. into those dead cold eyes, those eyes that used to give you so much love..but now…they just give you a whole lotta hurt.

“then call somebody, anybody and you can leave.” toji motioned down to the wheelchair he was sitting it. “this, is not gonna beat me.”

“oh really?” you’re tone was cold, ice cold. you were watching a grown man, that was fully capable of finding his own bank statements, throw a fit cause you couldn’t find it.

his legs were paralyzed, not his fucking arms.

“yea, and whatchu staring at?”

“you get stabbed in the spine, and you’re still the same.”

“i am who i am, and im gonna die that way. toots.” toji gave you a dirty, damn near disgusting look as he looked you up and down. “i don’t even know why you’re here, i’m not givin’ you shit. matter fact, where are my kids?”

“you done, toji?”

“yknow what bitch, just get out.”

you could feel your jaw clenched up when he said that.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, “i ask you to do one simple thing, and you can even do that after five— get out!”

you dropped the papers that were in your hands, you got up from the rather comfortable leather seat. grabbed your things from off the desk and proceeded to take your exit back home quietly.

but then you stopped.

who the hell is he? the man who hasn’t dont anything but hurt you. and now…you were about to let him keep doing exactly that? keep letting him control you like some toy. nah…that ain’t gon slide. before you could even think about it, your arm swung forward then swung back..the back of your hand connecting with toji’s face.

you turned yourself back around and leaned down to face him, placing your hands on the arm rest of the wheelchair..practically caging him in.

“let me explain something to you.” your tone of voice was sick, nasty. it was damn near like you were spitting pure vemon. “old y/n..is gone. and you will not talk to me like that.”

“now i came here..to help you. but now, i’m here to get even.”

“y/n, you—”

“shut up!” your yell echoed through the quiet home, the rain outside just barely being able to heard over it.

“you want your whore..” you walked over and grabbed the picture of toji and his little hooker..that was framed in a pretty little frame. “and your damn kids?”

you raised your arms up and threw the picture onto the ground, shattering the frame. “do you see what you left me for?!” you bend down and quickly picked up the picture, shoving it in toji’s face.

“this..is what you left me for!”

you started to rip the picture to shreds right in front of him, letting the loose parts fall to the floor. “she didn’t give a damn ‘bout you toji, she told them to let you die.!”

you walked back over by the desk, using your arms to sweep the top of it clean..everything falling on the floor, some of it even breaking.

“and yknow what’s funny? hm?” a condescending smile grew on your face. “i fucking gave you life boy, even though you took it from me.”

you’ve never seen toji so quiet and still before for how long you’ve known, but oh, that didn’t mean you were about to let up. you grabbed a play bat that was sitting on the floor..

“ya kids..your boys.” you swung the plastic bat and hit toji in the head. “i wanted children toji! and had you not been a public sex-stop, we would have them!”

you backed away and anger started to consume you. it showed in your face, your body movement, even in the way your heart was racing. you didn’t know if this felt good or not..

“got me all stressed out, my hair fallin’ out, my weight up ‘n down, can’t keep anything down! two miscarriages! you took life from me, and you never even said ‘i’m sorry’..”

was that it? the end of your rant.

hell nah, you walked out of that office. and you let toji sit there alone for a few days. when you can back it smelt rancid.

“god..” you groaned and covered your nose. walking up behind him. “ya smell like shit.”

you grabbed the handle bars and started to walk, then you started to run towards the bathroom.

“y/n. hell are doing?” toji asked, a bit afraid (that’s a new one.)

you ignored his concerns, barging through the bathroom doors to reveal a tub filled with water and a little bit of bubbles.

“y/n, stop—!”

the wheelchair hit the edge and toji was flipped over into the water. you pushed the wheelchair back and watched him, in silence for a bit.

“bathe him, feed him, clothe him..they say.” you say on the edge of the bathtub just watching him. “what bout me, huh? and jesus, stop lookin’ like an idiot.”

you begin to light a cigarette while toji just laid in the slightly cold water. “you try and..kick me out of our house, and keep me away from our money? hell nah. fuck nah, at that.”

you looked back over to see that toji’s head was started to submerge under the water. you quickly got up, dropped your cigarette in the water, and practically dragged toji back up to the surface.

“remember toji, i was there..when all you had was me.”

you stepped out of the tub and left him there.

later, you both sat at the oddly long dinner table. you on one side, and toji on the other. weird thing was you had a plate with a salad on it, and toji? he didn’t have a thing in front of him.

meanwhile, you were eating like it was the best salad you had ever had.

suddenly, toji had..started to cry? “y/n..”

your eyes perked up, “awe, you hungry?”

maybe he was. but who fucking cared? “hm..maybe you should go into the kitchen and get yourself something to eat then hm?” the smile on your face was brutal

“christina..” toji quietly cried out.

you looked over your shoulder, confused. “christina?!” you looked back over at the pitiful man in front of you..trying to hold back to boiling laughter. “christina’s gone…”

you smiled wildly, “your little tramp didn’t have any money to her so she left.” looking back down at your plate using your fork to pick up for more food. “just like your slut.”

“she packed all her shit, and some of yours toji fushiguro..and went on her merry way.” you started to laugh. “come to think of it..she cleaned out your bank account. all of it!”

“oh, sweetheart, you tried to keep from me? and she ended up taking it all..huh?!” you started to laugh even harder, throwing your head back and slamming your fist on to the table.

this was even better then therapy.

“toji..you are like soooo many men.” you paused to get a good look at him. “you’d rather lay with dogs then make it work with a women.”

“you’re a bitch ass, toji..a coward.”

you forcefully pushed your plate of food, sending it flying across the table towards toji. it ended up landing on his lap and some fell onto the floor. but you sure as hell weren’t gonna pick it up, you got up and went upstairs to go to sleep.

toji ended up getting better, and you let all your anger out on him..later forgiving him. you took that divorce as a blessing, the thing you used to see as curse. he still loved you, but you didn’t love him the same. you didn’t want to be back with him. pain can hurt someone, but it won’t change anybody; and toji is a perfect example of that.

but you? oh you knew better. and anyone that would cross you in the future would learn that.

signed,

a mad black woman.

did it well…and did it good. PLSASE WATXH HIS MOVIE, I LOVE IT!!! anywho coming with the content..smash that like button for more bangers!!! /lhj but, hope you enjoyed!! love you baaaaaaai (if you saw any typos..not you didn’t)

[misseviehyde]

INSTITUTIONALIZED

Michael was smart - real smart. But he also knew that he lived in a society full of institutionalized racism that made it harder for a black kid like him to make it in the white world.

He wanted to go to University, but he knew he would be competing against a lot of spoiled white kids and his family didn't have enough money to support him through even the cheapest college.

True he could skip college and get straight to work but he didn't want to end up like his Uncle Luther who was a petty criminal and a bad role model.  Just this morning Luther had woken Michael up and demanded he hide a cache of guns in the house.  Michael was afraid of his uncle so he had obeyed.

It was whilst he was looking through the guns, wondering what he had gotten into and where to put them where his Mom wouldn't find them, that he came across a weird looking blaster.  It looked more like something from a science fiction film than a real gun so he found a serial number on the base and googled it on a black market page.

The info read - "The Costume gun. Stolen hi-tech weapon. Turns anyone fired at into an empty skin that can be worn to allow a person to adopt their identity. Highly dangerous experimental weapon. Can cause identity dysmorphia."

Michael was astonished. He checked a bit further and soon became convinced this was the real deal.  A gun that could let him take another persons identity was now in his possession.  A lot of things began to click in his mind. What if he used the gun to steal the life of a rich, privileged white person about to go to college?

It seemed evil to steal another life, but Michael was sick of being denied opportunities because of systematic racism. He could zap some dumb frat boy - study at university and then one day reverse the effect perhaps. He could work it out as he went along - he just knew he needed to get out of this life.

But where was he gonna find a frat boy?

He put the gun in his bag and went out for a walk to think it over.

It was whilst he was walking down an empty street that he saw Madison Laine - the richest bitch in the neighbourhood approaching. She was walking and talking on her mobile phone to her slutty friends whilst chewing gum. Her tight outfit left very little to the imagination - a tiny pair of daisy dukes and a tight pink boob tube.

She was the same age as Michael but they were definitely not in the same social circles. Madison went to an exclusive private school and her Daddy was a multi-millionaire oil magnate.  She was spoiled, beautiful and rich and already had a place at an Ivy League University.  He had read about her online - she was already a semi-famous instagrammer and aspiring model. Everyone in the area lusted after her in one way or another.

She was also a total bitch and as Michael approached the look of total disdain in her eyes made something in him snap. She giggled and a sneer appeared on her pretty lips. "Oh my gosh girls, I thought all black guys were fucking hot - but I just saw this TOTAL fucking nerd. What a LOSER."

Madison had quite the taste for black guys. She apparantly only fucked black cock and could be found out in the clubs cheating on her white boyfriend nearly every night. That would have turned a lot of black guys on - a perfect blonde snow bunny ready to give herself to superior men.

But Michael was sick of privileged sluts like this one treating black guys like they were either nothing, or simply big dicks to fetishize over. He walked past Madison in barely contained fury and she caught his expression and scowled.

"Hey you... you fucking nerd. How dare you like look at me like that. I'm your fucking superior and you better fucking show it."

Michael ground his teeth. "You're not my superior, you're just an over-privileged white girl that thinks she deserves all her Daddy's blood money."

"Hold on girls, I just need to deal with something," grinned Madison as she hung up. Advancing on Michael she jabbed him hard in the chest with a long acyrillic nail and giggled as he yelped in pain. "Haha, listen dork. All I have to do is make one call to the cops. 'Ohhhhh, help me help me.' Who knows what those racist fucks will do when they see me, the scared innocent white girl being pestered by you."

"You fucking bitch," snapped Michael and suddenly the gun was in his hands.

"What the fuck is that? A toy? Ohhhh this gets even better. They'll probably shoot you when they see you're 'armed'." Laughing Madison began to dial 911.

With a gasp of panic Michael pulled the trigger.

The gun whined and a pink ray leapt out and engulfed Madison. Her face turned suprised, then the beautiful slut moaned softly as her body deflated and in an instant she was just an empty skin lying on the pavement with a discarded handbag and phone next to it.

Michael felt a cold moment of panic - what the hell had he done that for?

He immediately considered flipping the reverse switch and transforming her back - but he knew full well Madison would call the cops. She wouldn't be grateful for him reversing the rays effects.

In a panic he reached down and gathered the skin. It was impossibly soft and her skin smelt amazing. Her hair was even nicer to touch and still felt warm. He stuffed the skin and all the skimpy clothes into his bag and ran home.

On the way, Michael imagined what would happen if a cop stopped him and searched him. How would he explain this situation. He felt more anger than ever.

Safe back home Michael laid Madison and her things on his bed. What was he going to do? If Madison didn't turn up, her bitchy friends and family would stop at nothing to track her down. They'd easily track her back to him and he'd be screwed. If he turned her back, she'd just call the cops on him. He had no choice... he was going to have to become Madison.

A shameful part of him was excited at the idea as he examined the tiny skin and all her girly clothes.

Michael stripped off and then picking up Madison, examined how to wear her. There was a slit down the back of the suit - so he opened it and slowly pushed his feet inside. The skin was soft and warm and his feet slid easily inside. It felt like the skin was eagerly welcoming him inside and clinging to him possessively.

It looked weird as his feet and legs slid in and Madison's skin overrode his. Not only were his legs now perfectly smooth and sexy - they were white. His feet were tiny now. Somehow the skin was making him smaller, fitting him inside. He wiggled his toes and gasped to see the ten perfectly pedicured toes wriggle with their white nails and toe rings.

"Hmmmm this feels pretty good," groaned Michael as he pulled the skin up to his waist. He thrust his cock deep inside the groin of the skin and snapped Madison's taut buttocks over his own. His cock tingled and then sensation vanished, instead replaced by Madison's pampered pink pussy - freshly waxed and shaven.

"Holy fuck I have a pussy now,"  grinned Michael sliding his fingers in and gasping as he felt them slide deep into his own velvety softness.  This was the real deal - the skin was reallt making him into a girl.

He quickly pulled the rest of it up, tugging Madison's big heavy boobs into place. They felt amazing on his body and it was weird to look down and see them hanging there - but also kind of nice. Each one was full and round. Rubbing the nipples felt good.

His whole body was tiny and curvy now. Entirely hairless. A bellybutton ring twinkled in his toned abdomen and washboard tummy.

His arms were now slender and lightly tanned, the fingers ending in slutty acryllic nails and ornamented with rings.

Only one thing was left to do.

With a tingle of excitement Michael slid his head inside Madison's beautiful face and shivered as he felt the slot on the back seal up and the suit tighten.

Blonde hair fastened to his scalp and his eyes rolled up as his voice box changed and he moaned in feminine pleasure as the suit completed transforming him into Madison.

A hot flush ran through him and his head tingled. A host of unfamiliar memories throbbed in his mind and he realised he was gaining all of Madison's knowledge and memories along with enough of her personality and mannerisms to pass safely as her. 

You naughty boy... how does it feel inside me. Good huh?

A voice seemed to whisper in Michael's head telling him he was someone else now. Someone better.

Yesssss Michael. You're a naughty white girl now - you're a slut and a bitch. Your Daddy is rich and you can be a spoiled little whore, every single day. This is what you wanted all along. You're Madison now!

Turning to the mirror the new Madison; giggled as she saw her reflection. A pretty bitch used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. It felt good to be Madison.

"Ohhhh fuck I feel like sooooo fucking naughty, mmmmmh I am sooooo hawt now." 

Michael smirked at how big his white titties were and how sexy his manicured nails felt. It was amazing to be this beautiful.

Yessss that's it. You're me now loser. You love being me.  Your mind is becoming my mind. Our thoughts and desires are as one. You are inside me and you never want to leave.

Muchael purred as he accepted these strange new thoughts. Whilst in the skin it was so easy to think, act and feel like a naughty bitch.  All thoughts of taking the skin off were burned away by Madison's intrinsic narcissism. Why would anyone NOT want to be her?

Michael knew inside he was still Michael; but right now Michael was enjoying being Madison too much to care. Taking control of Madison's white privilege was making him feel dizzy.

Eughhhh I have to get out of this dump and back to my mansion. I totally have plans to make and college is going to be so much fun now I'm an Alpha bitch.

Picking up Madison's phone Michael laughed delightedly as it unlocked via face recognition. Her life was his. He WAS Madison. He hadn't meant to use the gun on her, but he had and it was too late now.

"Yessss, as Madison I can have it all. I deserve to be the pampered spoiled brat who gets what she wants. Being a mean, white, brat is gonna be so much fun. No wait... what am I saying? I hate girls like Madison."

That's why you wanna be me so badly dweeb. You lust to have my white privilege and get it all. You can't fight me Michael, you're already under my control. Give yourself to me and take your place as the new Madison.

Lying on his bed Michael began to helplessly play with his new body. He was being overwhelmed by Madison's bratty personality, he was becoming her.

You are ME loser.

Michael/Madison opened her eyes and giggled. Of course she was her. Who else would she be?

Her personality now in flux she was about to play with herself some more when she suddenly heard a creak downstairs and her heart skipped a beat. Who the fuck could that be?

The answer came as the door opened and Luther suddenly walked in. He was back to collect his guns, but he gawped and looked amazed as he beheld the gorgeous white girl in his dweeby nephews room. "Hey gorgeous who the fuck are you?"

Michael was usually scared of Luther but now he was Madison, he felt different. In fact Madison felt turned on by this situation. She had never noticed how big and strong Luther was.  She bet he had a big dick too.

"Ohhhh hey, you must be Luther.  I'm Michael's friend from school Madison. In fact we're like actually we're fuck buddies. Mmmmh you see, I can't get enough of black guys you see - I love a big black cock, it's what I live for. Michael is totally average but he's still superior to some white loser."

Michael was amazed at the slutty trash coming out of his mouth - but the Madison part of him was just turned on by it. She felt her pussy get wet as Luther looked at her appraisingly and he unzipped his fly slowly.

"You little white slut - you think my nerdy Nephew is a good fuck, you should come suck on a real mans cock."

"Mmmmh like ummm okay," giggled Madison without hesitation as Luther's massive black dick flopped out and she hungrily advanced.

Michael found his mouth salivating. He couldn't control himself. He was a horny white size queen now and he needed big cock. He couldn't control his new body as Madison's instincts took control.

Meanwhile Luther groaned happily as Madison lowered herself to her knees and slid her hot wet mouth around his dick.

He had no idea his dweeby Nephew had such great taste.

Licking and stroking Luther's cock - worshiping it in delight - Madison giggled as it got bigger and bigger for her. She knew this was twisted and wrong - potentially incestuous even if Luther was a distant 'uncle', but in this skin she wasn't Luther's Nephew anymore - she was a spoiled size queen who loved a big black dick and Luther was all hers. The sense of power - of knowing Luther wanted and needed her mouth and pussy so bad was intoxicating.

Madison got to work sucking and slurping on the monster cock before her.  She had memories of sucking lots of cock - but this was actually the biggest she had ever had and of course in reality - for Michael this was his first. The skin gave him the muscle memory and skills of a practiced college cheerleader - Madison had learned to suck cock years ago and she loved to swallow cum.

Luther moaned in pleasure. This bitch was amazing. "Yesssss that's it baby. White sluts like you live to suck black dick. Work that tongue baby, suck it real good."

Yesss Michael. You really wanna know how it feels to be a slut and be me, hurry up and get that cock inside you. This monster is all yours and it's going to feel so good stretching your tight young pussy out. You're such a bad girl and you love it. At college there will be even more cock to ride. I know you can't wait. You're Madison now so enjoy it!

"Yessss I love being Madison, oooohbh I need you to fuck me Luther - I want your cock so bad," whined Madison as she finished slurping and looked at him endearingly. The voice in her head made her want to do such deliciously nasty things. "Please fuck my pussy." 

Luther bent Madison over and slapped her ass hard. She moaned and pushed her back up - presenting her tight pussy to her lover as he growled in appreciation and slowly pushed his massive cock inside Madison's super tight teenage pussy

"Ohhhhh fuck yes -  ohhhh its so big!" moaned Madison in joy as Luther began to slide in and out of her soaking pussy and thrust harder and harder into her.  It felt so good and her huge tits jiggled as he fucked the shit out of her.

Being a white slut feels good doesn't it?  You love being me.

Luther pounded Madison and she squealed as she orgasmed over his dick. Then he picked her up and fucked her even deeper till she came again.

Madison's pussy juices were dripping down lubricating his cock and making him slide so deep into her perfect pussy and fucking her felt so good. Luther couldn't take much more of this insatiable slut. She was a sex machine.

"Shit baby - I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

"Yessss do it all over my face; I want all that cum,"  begged Madison. Luther was happy to oblige and she squealed in delight as he unloaded all over her pretty face. Thick globs of warm cum erupted over her lips and her chin, dripping down onto her large firm tits.

With cum dripping over his outer body and making him feel like such a delicious whore - inside the skin Michael had accepted that this was his new life now. 

Being Madison felt amazing. The devious slut wondered whether there was even a way to make Luther appear responsible for Michael's inevitable disappearance in a few days.  Maybe she could engineer something after all she had Luther hooked now. 

"Damn girl that pussy is fine. Are you in town all summer?"

"Yeah; till I go to college. We can fuck again if you like baby?"

Luther grinned. He was all for more but he had no idea the horny slut in front of him was already planning to make it look like he killed Michael in a fit of jealousy and her Daddy's lawyers would make mincemeat out of this idiot and keep the story out of the papers. Money and white privillege always won in the end.

"Ooohhh and in the meantime we can fuck that big dick and cum all night.  Hehe we're so bad."

Michael had become exactly the sort of white privileged manipulative bitch he had always despised. As Madison he would go to University, join a sorority ride a lot of dick and party. It was gonna be fun.  Michael was now Madison and he had definitely been institutionalized.

She was gonna use the system to get what she wanted and spend her days filled with big black dick. Fetish or no fetish she was an evil blonde whore and college was going to be a blast.

THE END

[yakumtsaki]

-Welcome to my ancestral Greek House, darling! -Oh baby it's so beautiful, huhu!🌞

I don't wanna know where the fuck you lived before, Meadow, but yes, we have arrived, part 1 here. And now it's time to christen our new household:

Perfect! Cheerleader Kea why are you here?

-Are those Sophito's kids?

They sure are.

-Wow, really dodged a bullet there.

You sure did.

-NOT ONLY DID I LOSE THE INAUGURAL FIGHT I'M ABOUT TO GO INTO ASPIRATION FAILURE

Wtf do you want me to do about it?

-YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT

NO WAY

-YES

NO

-YES

I can't say no to my sims, it's an actual problem. HELLO GUNNAR, I HATE YOU

-Don't talk to him that way!!! -Nah it's fine, no worries, bro. Wanna get down?

GROSS. Barth seriously, please, WE CAN DO BETTER

-Can you? They seem perfectly matched to me!

Felina will you please fuck off?

-Can't, Meadow got me super into bird watching.

At night in the rain??

-Ok busted, I just wanna watch Barfolomew flop yet again!

HE'S NOT GONNA FLOP. THERE'S NO WAY HE FLOPS WITH FUCKING GUNNAR

-Wanna bet?

STOP IT

S T O P . I T .

NO WAY

BARTHOLOMEW YOU ARE THE WORST ROMANCE SIM OF ALL TIME HOLY HELL

-What you doing, bro?! -You said you wanted to get down! -I meant drugs! -What! That's not what that means, you stupid turtle-faced moron! -WHAT DID YOU CALL ME

Bartholomew if you end up getting beaten up by fucking Gunnar Roque I will legit die.

-That's so hot, bro, call me more names!

GUNNAR WTF

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME, GUNNAR YOU WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM GO BACK TO THAT

-Oh Gunnar, in my family we value the exquisite Komei jaw, there's something so rebellious in your lack of chin! -Ya, call me a turtle again!

GOD

OK THEN, we are officially turtle lovers. Bartholomew let me tell you, I caved this time because of your pathetic aspiration but this is NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN. I've worked hard to make you people attractive and I'm not about to throw it all away on Gunnar Roque's spawn!!!

-Maybe we'll be childfree!

I'll do you one better, how about Gunnarfree! Now Gunnar fuck off back to the gutter you crawled from. -Sure thing, bro, later. -You can't keep us apart!

I CAN AND I WILL

Jojo's wolf mania has clearly inflicted some generational trauma on his family as Barth rolls this fear of Gunnar becoming a werewolf, which would clearly be an improvement on his looks.

-STOP TALKING ABOUT GUNNAR LIKE THAT. Now back to my song.. I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.. I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My Gunnar, my Gunnar, my Gunnar, talkin about my Gunnar..🎵

Literally kill me.

-You know what my favorite thing is about our relationship, darling? -What, huhu?🌞 -The way we both have appropriately sized chins!

Fel seriously why are you like this, what did I ever do to you??

-OH, LIKE YOU DON'T REMEMBER!

Remember WHAT

-THE WAY YOU JUST STOOD BY AND LET BARF RUIN MY PARTY

Are you serious, you're still not over that bs??

-I'LL NEVER GET OVER IT. AND WHEN THOSE CHINLESS BABIES ARE BORN YOU'LL HAVE GOTTEN WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!

Well screw you, I won't let that happen! I'll find someone else for Barth!! Someone who has a chin!!!

-IT'S NOT GONNA WORK OUT WITH ANYONE ELSE YOU DUMBASS, THIS IS BARF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

YOU'RE WRONG AND I'LL PROVE IT

-Zat's ein wunderbar eyepatch, Barthölömew, ja? -I HATE YOUR GLASSES. SLEEP WITH ME

-So the funniest thing happened at class today- -YOUR PORES ARE HUGE, YOU NEED MAKE UP. SLEEP WITH ME

-Oh, I knew your parents back in the day! -TERRIBLE HAIRCUT. SLEEP WITH ME

-WAHHH I'LL NEVER HAVE A FAMILY -NO YOU WON'T. I WANT TO BEAT UP MY SISTER. SLEEP WITH ME

Oh my God you are USELESS

-My negging tactics will work, you'll see!

-Soon I'll be the one making out in our front yard!

Ya idk Barth, this is the most pathetic picture of all time. I'm seriously considering cheating and changing your aspiration, like it's unreal how bad you are at it.

-I'm not bad at it, moron, I'm being strategic! Now it's time to invite them over and see my work bear fruit!

God you are so gross, maybe you do belong with Gunnar.

FUCK ME IT WORKED. SARAH WTF

I can't believe this is happening and neither can anyone else by the looks of it-

-YET HERE WE ARE. 2/20 I guess??

-I told you! Stick with me and we'll neg every dormie on this campus!

That's not a goal I want to achieve, Barth!

-See you later, Barth, I'm very satisfied, I'll leave you a 5 star review!

Now that I'm thinking about it, between Gunther, Cyn, Sophito and Barth we've really been operating a Greek House/Brothel for 4 gens, go us!

I'm still having a hard time believing Barth is actually good at being a romance sim, especially because Sarah has been completely desperate ever since Cyn stole evil wizard Matthew Hart from her, so I immediately invite over Sam Thomas-

-AND IT WORKS AGAIN THO GLITCHED. WTF. Ok Barth so I guess you actually ARE competent?? Who knew.

-I knew! I always believed in Barth!

GET OUT OF HERE SUNSET

And now, time for a tragedy in 3 parts:

So next day I'm feeling confident enough that we invite over Klara, my top pick for Barth spouse and she is INTO him, let's do this, Barth!!!

SUNSET

-Heeeeeeeeey Barth, what's up?🥰 -Ich habe urgent hömewörk das dö.

KLARA DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING THEM ALONE

-Congrats on your great first semester grades, Sunset! -Wanna congratulate me on my first kiss, too? -What?

OK THEN FML I GUESS. I mean I knew this would happen the day he brought her home from school and they were dancing for like 4h but still it's very upsetting.

Let's figure out the degree of relation here so we know how grossed out we should be, so they are connected through Daniel-Jojo. So her grandfather and his great-grandfather were brothers, which makes them 2nd cousins once removed. It honestly doesn't sound THAT bad, but I think the word 'removed' is really doing the heavy lifting here.

Anyway, we took a small break to kiss our cousin, now let's go back to our date with our future wife!

-Are you enjoying this magical slow dancing in the kitchen, babe? It's a move my dad taught me. -Ja, ich was here to see your höe vater.

Oh right didn't Klara turn down Sophito LOL. But his even more degenerate son she couldn't resist, Klara wtf!

-Just give me 1 second babe, I'll be right with you-

OH MY GOD COME ON. POOR KLARA

-Sorry, Klar, this is lasting longer than expected, why don't you put a movie on and hang out? -Ja, ök.

KLARA

-All done babe, come here! -Ohöhö! -Blood is thicker than water, Klara!

SUNSET FFS

B R O

Klara I can't believe this title goes to you of all people but you are without a doubt the biggest cuck we've ever encountered, I am legit shocked by this sequence of events.

-5/20 IN 2 DAYS. AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS A FLOP ROMANCE SIM. EVERYONE DID. EVEN MY GRANDMAS MADE FUN OF ME. WELL I'LL SHOW YOU ALL!!!!

Great! Barth is at 5/20 woohoos and I'm at 2/2 for supervillain origin stories this gen, it's all working out!

[shawshankshadow]

my relationship with the sonic movies is that i adore the character designs they settled on, and really like how they’ve played with sonic’s personality and writing to give us one of the most vulnerable and kid-like versions of him we’ve ever had. almost everything else makes me :c

in no particular order:

their voices.

the fact that it’s live action

tom being a cop who aspires to work for the LAPD because he “wants to help people and make the world a better place” (DHEHDBFJSJJCJFJDJCJFJ)

the misogynoir

tom in general? like, he’s not a necessary character, there is nothing he does that maddie cannot do. we could have had a “vet finds an alien freak” storyline with a subplot exploring her relationship with rachel. the second movie having a plot line where he struggles to call tom his “dad” - wouldn’t it have been more moving if we’d instead had a plot about him struggling to call maddie “mom,” due to unresolved grief over longclaw? then we could have had a subplot where tails calls HIM “brother”, and juxtaposed his found family conflict with knuckles, who ALSO has unresolved grief over his slain tribe + family. we could have had themed n shit, about mourning and healing and letting yourself have family again. but no whatever okay WHATEVER

where the fuck is amy. how are you going to adapt the classic games and then ignore amy and skip straight to the adventure era. amy was a pivotal part of sa2. what happened to sa1. back the fuck up.

i know its supposed to be “the year of shadow” or whatever the fuck - and i LOVE him i GET IT - but shadow is not nearly good enough to warrant skipping amy’s introduction AND sa1 just to speed to the shadow debut. sonic 3 could have been adaptations of cd (introduces amy and metal sonic) and sa1 (tikal, chaos), while seeding foreshadowing and plot buildup in the background for the eventual lore drop and character-reveal of shadow in sonic 4.

i pirate everything anyways but the. industry support of idf. are you for fucking real

sonic was originally a subversive freedom fighter who hated the military and engaged in direct action against shitty people (blowing up eggman’s stuff, having zero respect for institutional authority). so what is this copaganda pro-military bootlicker shit. UM.?)

my god, animation is not “lesser cinema”, it’s perfectly possible to have an incredible kickass story without using live action. i promise it’s not “cooler” for it to be live action, spiderverse was the coolest shit ever and it didn’t need fucking live action to make it so. please. live action fucking sucks so much it’s so boring if i wanted to look at people id go outside why are you making me pay money to look at REGULAR PEOPLE I COULD SEE ON THE STREETS FOR FREEEEEEE

the child trafficking joke???????

how’re you gonna give us our most CHILDLIKE BABY SONIC EVER insofar as characterization and character profile, and then saddle him with the voice of an 18 year old high school senior. this guy should sound like those squeaky kids from the amazing world of gumball. he should sound like a kid who’s barely hit puberty but insists he’s got a beard. instead he is, writing-wise, dipper pines, but voice-wise, jean-ralphio from parks and rec.

i cannot believe they gave us maddie the vet and then made us experience meeting sonic through the eyes of tom. TOM. MADDIE IS RIGHT THERE

sorry i’m still not over the disrespect for amy. shadow’s fucking heel-turn in sa2 is directly because a conversation with AMY made him realize the truth about maria’s wish. AMY DID THAT. SHE TURNED THE TIDES OF THE PLOT. SHADOW WOULDVE JUST MURDER-SUICIDED EVERYBODY FULL VILLAIN-MODE. OH MY GOD.

R O U G E .

so yall just hate women. this bad. yall hate women so bad yall will make the perfect girl character and proceed to completely neglect her in favor of her white male police officer spouse. and make us watch you do that. tom could have been a footnote. an email.

what the fuck is this longclaw vs echidna tribe backstory. like these story lore drops are crazy, how are you gonna say that and then not go back and develop it fully. how are you gonna keep it vague about mobius and NOT develop it. i’ll kill you.

THE RING ZONE PORTAL THING????????????? HELLOO????

THE PLOTS WE COUOD HAVE GOTTEN. BUT INSTEAD WE STAY ON EARTH AND USE THE RINGS TO PORTAL AROUND LOCALLY. FUCK OFF.

can you imagine a world-domination!robotnik getting his hands on the portal rings. and using them to conquer planets in his quest for domination of the universe. and sonic having to protect the rings from him while evading detection from the humans. like, a real Classics robotnik, instead of the “formerly a government employee” plot line we got.

WHATEVERRRRRRRRRR

could have had a pom poko ass plot line where mobians are aware of earth but earth isn’t aware of them, and sonic has to lay low on earth while trying to protect the portal rings and work with other freedom fighters to try and save his zone/world from robotnik’s reign. that would have given us the earth plotlines from sa2 while allowing for the mobius plotlines from classics era.

blah blah blah “portalling mobians land on earth and return to their home planet while accidentally take away a baby!robotnik from his family on earth. they don’t know how to return him but decide to raise him. he grows up different, has a Grinch Villain Arc, and it combines with his incredible genius to make him a mad scientist bent on world domination so that everybody HAS to like me!!! the mobians accidentally portal to earth after their portal accidentally crosses paths with another portal (this one going across space AND time) which throws off their trajectory. the other portal is eventually revealed to be a time tracker using chaos control to do something - the set up for silver the hedgehog.

[seleneprince]

I need help to make a decision.

I'm writing a female Percy Jackson fic and I'm deciding on the name. I have two options, each has their own symbolism and heavy meaning in the narrative, since I'm gonna follow the canon fact that Sally wanted her child's name to have a strong influence in his life (and that most mothers of demigods choose names that tie them to the gods).

I'll explain my reasons for each one and then I hope you can help me because I really can't decide:

First one is Persea. I know, sounds like just Perseus with an added "a", but it's more than that. In Greek mythology, Persea was one of the Oceanids, who were all water nymphs daughters of the Titan Oceanus and Thethys. Other variations of her name are Perse, Persa, Perseide and Perseis. She married Helios, God of the Sun, and was the mother of Circe. Also, her name in Ancient Greek literally means "destroyer".

Amphitrite, Poseidon's wife, is a water nymph too and, depending of which interpretation of her origins you prefer, she's a sister or cousin of Persea. Since she has a rather important role in my au, it wouldn't be weird that Sally chooses a name that endears her daughter to Amphitrite, a name that honours her stepmother in some way. Unlike other goddesses, she was actually kind to Poseidon's demigod children, and in the books she even bakes cookies for Percy when he stays at her and Poseidon's palace. Maybe this small detail with the name would make her like Percy even more. And this way, she still keeps her unfamous nickname. "Sea" would also be a nickname for her, which I think fits perfectly with her theme.

Then we have Ariadna. My explanation for this one is much shorter, because the symbolism here would be more about the romantic aspect of the narrative than her identity as whole. Ariadna (or Ariadne) was a daughter of King Minos, son of Zeus, and Pasiphaë, daughter of Helios with his wife Persea, which also made her half-sister of the Minotaur. There are many interpretations of her myth, but in all of them she falls for Theseus, helps him kill the Minotaur to escape the labyrinth and he abandons her on an island while she was sleeping. Then Dionysus finds her, becomes determined to make her happy again, and in the process they fall in love, eventually getting married. In the books, their marriage is described as a loving one, so you could say Ariadna was one of the few heroes that got a happy ending, like Perseus.

In my au, she's going to have a rather complicated relationship with Luke through the story (let's leave it like that), and Ariadna is very conscious about her namesake's myth, because it's a cautionary tale as much as a hopeful one. Ariadna finds happiness after facing her own tribulations, sure, but the reason of her suffering starts because she trusted her heart to a man that was only using her for his goals, who pretended to love her as well. Ariadna Jackson sees Luke as the Theseus of her story, a boy who has her heart but also causes her pain. She knows trusting him could easily end in disaster, and she refuses to commit the same mistake the original Ariadna did. At the same time, it's not clear wether Luke only wants to use her or holds genuine feelings for her. It's all a mess.

This could be a somewhat comedic point in her interactions with Dionysus/Mr D when they meet, because the reason he despises heroes is for what Theseus did to his wife, but then this kid, this aspiring hero, is named after said wife. It'll be confusing, maybe uncomfortable for both. He either hates her or treats her somewhat kindly, and she can't understand for the life of hers what the fuck did her namesake saw in this man. She feels weird with the situation, even disgusted at being named after such man's wife.

Her nickname would be Aria. Aria Jackson. It certainly has a nice ring to it.

[sopebubbles]

Chapter seven teaser

Master list

Chapter summary: Hoseok goes into heat and everyone else struggles. I'm honestly not gonna give more away than that.

Warnings: talk of mpreg (thats just gonna come up a lot in this story), like one mention of a penis (literally this excerpt is as close as we get to smut in this chapter), do alphas have a breeding kink? Or is that just their nature? 🤔

"Alpha," he crooned. "Need your knot alpha." Hoseok pushed aside the towel from his hips to reach for his cock.

Yoongi kissed his lips softly. "I know you do, baby. But you know the rules. You can only have Jinnie's knot so you can have his pup," he reminded, brushing hair away from Hoseok's eyes. He looked over at the other alpha, who stared back with dark, intent eyes.

"You can fuck our sweet omega, Yoongi. You just have to use a condom," Jin said.

Yoongi suppressed a sigh. He'd always hated this rule of Jin's ever since it had started a year ago. Sure, they could fuck normally outside of Hobi's heat, but in order to ensure when he got pregnant, the baby would be Jin's, the others always had to use protection.

"I will, if that's what my Hobi wants," Yoongi agreed with a soft kiss to his scent gland. It wasn't that he was unwilling. He would still get to feel Hoseok. He would still cum. But his instincts knew that he wouldn't be able to breed his omega, and it left him feeling deeply unsatisfied every time.

Hoseok moaned, "Need to feel you alpha." So Yoongi took the condom that Jungkook offered.

Seokjin and Yoongi had grown up just as differently as you and Hoseok. Even if Yoongi's situation had never been as grim as yours, he knew what it was like to go without and to feel like an outsider. It was hard to make friends with other Lykos sometimes when the other kids had strict packs or so many siblings they didn't need other playmates. It certainly wasn't any easier to make friends with Saps, who would always treat him as a little different. And constantly moving as his mother did her best to keep them afloat in a world definitely not designed for single mothers never helped to maintain whatever friendships he did happen to make. Finding the pack and living with them for five years was the most stability he had ever known.

Seokjin’s life had been the definition of stability. He was born in the house where three previous generations of his family had lived. People wanted to be associated with him wherever he went—sure it was because of his connections to the most powerful Lykos in the country, but at least he never felt unwanted. His older brothers and sisters had been his playmates, at least until they all presented, and as the youngest he was always doted on. And then there was Hoseok, who had clung to Seokjin first and soon found he would never get away, not that he wanted to.

Jin's family had a long lineage full of stereotypical alphas. Not in brute force like in the days before integration with Saps where physical power was power. But they had learned in the early years to cultivate political power in the public sphere. Nearly every alpha in his family had a position in government, elected or otherwise. Seokjin had only narrowly escaped that career path because he had so many older alpha siblings, and because he managed to convince his mother that having a member of the family who wasn't involved in politics would make their image as a collective a little less power hungry. Deep down he didn't have the ambition. At 20, he already knew that he wanted to do enough to have a happy and comfortable life with the man he loved, and to not have to make the kind of sacrifices other members of his family had to make for power.

At home, the alphas of his pack had been the kind to demand respect and to dole out punishment when it wasn't immediately given. Seokjin had never wanted to be that kind of alpha, one who needed to be obeyed, or who purposely filled his pack with omegas and betas so that he would be on top. Unlike Yoongi, he hadn't aspired to be a pack alpha, only to be Hoseok's alpha. It just so happened that he met several other alphas that they both came to love—and if having more alphas for Hoseok took some of the burden off of him, then that was a bonus.

Jin had never shown such toxic alpha traits until a year ago, and since everyone had tiptoed around the subtle and not-so-subtle changes in his personality, no one knew what had changed. It had been a meeting with his mother, which had taken place at his office so none of the pack knew. It wasn't that his birth pack disapproved of his pack exactly. It was just that none of them could do anything to support the power of the family, so his mother in particular didn't see any reason to be involved with them very often. Only Jin and his husband were ever invited to public events, and for the most part everyone was perfectly happy with the situation. There was only so much limelight to go around and most of his siblings had no problems soaking it up.

That didn't mean his mother was disinterested in his future though. She was especially interested in him having pups. He and Hoseok had been married for nearly a decade now, without a single baby.

Coming Thursday June 8th, 6am CDT/8pm KST

[thedroneranger]

The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ ereardon Edition!

A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!

Please enjoy @ereardon's Rewind! One of the biggest joys of this series is when someone pops into my inbox to ask if they can participate. Em was one of those people—thank you 🖤

While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to look at some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :)

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fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

Frustrated, Bradley Bradshaw, @roosterforme Em’s masterlist is literally a masterpiece (seriously go read all of her stuff), so this might seem like a random pick. But it’s the epitome of a slutty one shot for me. Sex in the bar bathroom? Check. Jealousy? Check. Rooster versus Hangman battle for masculinity? Check. If you want to be hot and bothered, this is it y’all. 

Happy Little Accidents, Bob Floyd, @yanna-banana Listen. If someone is gonna knock me up after a one night stand, I need it to be Bob Floyd. Not even kidding. A traditional trope takes on a life of its own with Bob and Zak, a match made in heaven! They’re sweet, they’re spicy, I mean it’s Bobby Floyd as a dad-to-be. What's not to love? 

Killing Me Softly, Bob Floyd, @wkndwlff We love a Bob x Reader x Jake triangle in this household. I also just fucking LOVE a Bob Floyd roommate trope and this story by Taylor has it all! Sweet fluff, angst, Bobby with tattoos?? Bob is down bad for her in this and I love that for him. A sweet read! 

Sugar and Spice, Jake Seresin, @wombtotombx This was the VERY FIRST Tumblr fic I ever read and what brought me into the TGM fandom, so thank you SB! I just love an enemies to lovers story, and Grace and Jake’s relationship is such a push and pull. It also helps that the author has really in-depth knowledge of the Navy, and I’ve learned so much reading their stories! 

The Professor, Jake Seresin, @topguncortez What’s a list like this without a fic from G?? Seriously, she hits it out of the park with this one. Slightly dark, definitely condescending, asshole Jake as a PROFESSOR? Fucking hell get me a fan, I’m sweating. But honestly, their relationship is equal parts spicy and angsty and entirely believable and I just love it so much. Plus, we get a little Rooster and Bob side character action. 

Trouble in Paradise, Bradley Bradshaw, @sunlightmurdock This fic absolutely haunts me, in the best possible way. From the smutty goodness to just the painful realizations throughout and the setting, I always find myself going back to this fic. It’s also one story that literally patrols my thoughts, like it just pops up out of the blue and I love that! Katie’s entire masterlist is my fucking drug so it’s no surprise that I love this story so much, but if you haven’t read this it is a MUST. Also the setting makes it a perfect summer read! 

You Said You’d Grow Old With Me, Bradley Bradshaw, @blue-aconite Don’t want to cry today? Too freaking bad. Fe is going to make you cry with this, and you’ll love her for it. Bradley x soulmate; I said what I said.

Creator's Own

The Off-Season, Jake Seresin Jake and Meredith are just my favorite kind of duo. Both a little broken, both guarded, but too fucking attracted to each other to deny it for long. Also Meredith is the QUEEN of sass and snappy commentary (I aspire to be her). Add in a bit of an age and maturity gap (Jake is 29, Meredith is 23), a remote setting (Bar Harbor, Maine), and a dash of forbidden-ness (Meredith is the sister of Jake’s former college roommate) and you have a take on the classic roommates who hate each other trope but with nuance. But what will happen when the two inevitably fall for each other? 

Tag list and friends: @petcr3 @desert-fern @Sagittarius-Lovewitch @mygyn @sweetwhispersofchaos @horseshoegirl @the-annoying-fan @dingochef @moon42flight @thecitysgraveyard @ereardon @roosterforme @cherrycola27 @galaxy-of-stories @taytaylala12 @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @potato-girl99981 @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @chicomonks @averyhotchner 

A kind reminder, this is a 18+ blog. While not all stories in the recommendation list are 18+, please respect boundaries and do not interact unless you are 18 years of age or older.

[ghostofasecretary]

weekend list!

- LOTRO w/Gem

- get groceries

- make dal more palatable

- wash gold sweater

- send Venmo requests for communal items

- finish All The Crooked Saints audiobook

- call F

- meds for the week

- wash blue shirt (attempt to allieviate stain)

- wash coral skirt (attempt to get stain out)

- wash striped sweater

- wash grey cardigan

- wash tights (stain check), socks, nightgown

- repair main slip

- wash white blouse

- eat lunch

- go to performance (figure out transport, take the bus, get ticket, pack meds, enjoy, see friends after? yeah! get dinner!)

- get back from performance

- paid PD

- timecard

- take out the trash in your room because you noticed it was full and thought "why not take this out now" like a CHAMP, good job!!

do tomorrow:

- make yogurt

- make granola

- make kale salad or sabzi

- make rasam + rice

i'm very happy with today! i Saw A Live Art done by one of my lovely and talented friends and did a ton of laundry such that, for the first time since before i moved, i do not have a Sad Pile Of Laundry. there is no sad pile. there is only definitely clean laundry and laundry that has not yet received a verdict of "dirty." (alas, i did not get stains out of my clothes. not sure what to do with that. an Oxy/Tide pen seems like the next step, i guess? but a) that's more money and b) good god they smell.) i got some good mending done and started/worked on Toni Morrison's The Bluest Eye audiobook.

i feel like i am coming to the end of some of my tasks and it's time to take on new tasks.

my style word of the year for 2022 was magic and for 2023 it was flourescent. i haven't set one for 2024 yet, but i feel like i really have been flowering lately. i'm living on my own! i'm having so much fun picking groceries and cooking and sharing my food with people. i set goals and then met them. i've sent my work out into the world and i'll see how people respond. i'm, like, teaching kids??? if you told me i would be willingly working with kids and finding it meaningful and even enjoyable a year ago, i would have laughed at you. i have friends IN PERSON and have MADE NEW FRIENDS LATELY. fucking A. i really do love being alive.

i want to live a good life. i think my life is pretty good, actually, but i'd like to be less stressed and to do more engaging projects/actually feel on top of the projects i already engage in

so!

stressors:

- my fucking Arabic class and, like. my relationship with studying Arabic in general

- my job is. like. hard actually

- MONEY IS A CONCERN (putting off second job/increased freelancing for the moment but maybe i shouldn't because of:)

- i'm gonna run out of ADHD meds again and also, like, headache meds, if i do not secure an in-state PCP and psych. medical trauma has me shaking and trembling at the prospect of seeing a PCP but i would also. like to continue having meds. so i need to a) call a bunch of people b) find someone with availability soon and c) pay a bunch of money to feel bad to access care

- i should also get my teeth professionally cleaned and make sure i don't have cancer. uuggggghhhhhhh

concerns:

- my poetry collaborator is going to have a busy season so we have Limited Time to get work done, which means i need to be *on* Fridays, which also means being on Thursday evenings, which is. hard as fuck actually. how do i maximize this limited time to be Maximally Fun and also (ideally) useful? remembering that use requires, like, extra work on my end (that i'm behind on)?

[background app season dread. i think if i keep myself busy enough i can ignore this till the first news breaks, which will hopefully be no earlier than February and, in an ideal world, will just take up one week of my attention in March. who knows tho]

aspirations:

- i need another cool skirt (RIP badly stained skirt) and i would love to *make one*

+ what is UP with my machine/how do i Fix It

- do more knitting

- do more independent language practice NOS

- host a proper Board Game Night with many yummy snacks (and caramel apple cake)

- replace laptop battery, holy shit

- make a mega batch of candied orange peel!!!

- keep baking nice breads for your work morning breakfasts, it really does help to eat something solid in the morning and yogurt/granola simply Does Not Work in this weather

- i sleep better when i take my meds before 9. i like to cook for 2-3 hours. i get home at 4. i want at least an hour to rest after getting home. how do i make the math math. cook at 5:30, end 8:30, take meds, go to bed? is that the path? then *how do i call friends*? (ofc i could cook less but i actually really like making a Feast. chutneys in advance should help some; i could freeze ginger + green chili cubes, probably; ???)

other thoughts:

- i really do not want to get sick. so. wear your mask more when it isn't essential that your students see your mouth, order more masks + reuse them less, eat a lot of vitamin C i guess, and try the saline spray your mom gave you!

- i still need floss before i run out. call the post office real quick tomorrow and maybe make a quest of it?? and if that fails. just. re-order it. alas. still. one must. you got a refund! you can ship it elsewhere this time! it's just all *so* annoying

- THIS FRIDAY THE FOOD BANK WILL BE ACCESSIBLE TO YOU SO FUCKING *GO.* try to get flour, at least. oil if possible. produce etc is great but staples are more expensive for me

- i really want my other art to feel Framed, actually, and i think it's been keeping my from hanging any of the stuff my friends have made for me up on my walls. consider options (cunty gallery wall; thrifting; raiding J+A's stock; ???)

little things:

- vacuum

- launder towels + yogurt-making towels tomorrow before making yogurt

- wash + style hair tomorrow afternoon, ideally

- mend glove trim!!

- canvas bags still need preventative care

- green dress still needs straps

- Venmo roommates for home goods (get the one roommate's info)

things coming up:

- cowork with friend Mon

- call mom + play long distance bananagrams Mon

- plan some school Mon

- make food

- THURSDAY GO TO MUSEUM + COOK FOR NEW FRIEND!!

- Friday CLASS RESUMES (= MUST PRINT + PREP MATERIAL)

might be beneficial to journal about my feelings re: Arabic. might be excruciating. can play it by ear!

[daydreamgoddess14]

Aspirations pt. 5

Sydcarmy Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Notes at the end this time, all I'll say here is - I hope you guys get what you want from this Chapter!

A couple of date nights don't go quite to plan...

~~~~~

“5 ceviche and one pumpkin, please.”

“Yes, Chef.”

“Marcus, where are those desserts for table 7?”

“One minute, Chef.”

“One minute too long, keep it moving.”

“Yes, Chef.”

“Faster please guys. I’ve got orders backing up. T, you good babe? How you finding the new menu?”

“I’m good, baby - it's gorgeous. Got sirloin in three minutes.”

“Beautiful. Carm, you got the dauphinoise to go with that?”

“Yes, Chef.” Syd took a note from Richie as he passed through the kitchen, “birthday on table 9. You gonna sing Rich?” She teased lightly. 

“Sure I am, Chef.” He winked, walking out with the desserts for table 7. Carmy appeared at her right hand side,

“Only 4 duck left, Chef.”

“Thank you, Chef, noted. We've done 16 duck so far today, really great addition to the menu. Must be the plum sauce.” She scribbled a note and passed it to one of the waitresses to let them know. Carmy stayed by her side, “you good?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re just… really fucking good at this.” Her pen stilled on the tables she was working through. They’d hardly spoken in over a week, occasionally one making more of a push at reconciliation than the other but ultimately going back to stalemate each time.

“Thank you.” She said, sincerely. She risked a real look at him rather than just off over his shoulder as she’d had to do for the last few days. She gripped the countertop, blue eyes full of so much… something taking her breath away. In the restaurant, she could hear Richie singing Happy Birthday; she couldn't help the grin that broke out across her face. She took a breath and got back to calling out the orders. Back to stalemate. She tried desperately not to care, but if she’d missed him before, then she was really, really missing him now. His friendship, their easy connection, all of it. 

“You ready for tonight?” Tina asked,

“What’s tonight?” Carmy asked across the stations,

“Niña bonita got a hot date!” Tina winked.

“Oh fuck no, Syd - is she kidding?” Richie asked.

“Appreciate your concern Richie, but I can look after myself.”

“It’s him though, isn’t it?” 

“Yes Richie, it’s the fish guy.”

“Fucker.” He muttered, grasping Carmy’s shoulder as he walked past. Carmy didn’t say anything.

“Isn’t that guy a total douchebag?” Marcus asked from his section.

“Ella no se casará con él.” Tina muttered.

“No me casaré con nadie, T.” Syd replied.

“Yo, English?” Marcus called out.

“She’s allowed to have some fun. Idiots.” She said, throwing a glare towards Richie, Marcus and Carmy who’d kept his head down and stayed out of the interaction.

“Last twenty minutes Chefs, do I still have your focus?” She slammed her hand on the counter, 

“Yes, Chef.” They all called back.

“Thank you.” They fell back into silence, listening only to Syd’s calm instructions. As each station was completed, they started their clean down. Carmy came back to Syd just as Richie made his way into the kitchen. 

“Doors locked, Chefs.”

“Thanks Richie, we good?”

“We are, great night out there. Happy customers.”

“Excellent.” She beamed at him. 

“Hey cuz, Claire’s out there. She ok to come through?”

“Uhh, just gimme a minute. Syd, can we talk? Please?”

“Ahhh, Syd's not the only one on a date tonight, huh Jeff?” Tina grinned. Syd nodded and went to the back doors. Outside, Carmy lit up a cigarette. 

"I wanted to apologize. You were right." He sighed, pacing. "You're always fuckin' right, Syd. It's nothing to do with me who you date, and I'm sorry. I have no right to try and tell you what to do. I want you to have a good time. I need to get my shit together." He held her gaze with pleading eyes, 

"Thank you. I know you and Richie want to protect me or some shit, but -"

"It's not my business, I know." She nodded. 

"We need to fuckin' figure out how we get back to before," she started, "this isn't fair on anyone and…"

"And?"

"I miss you. I know you have Claire and it's selfish, but I feel like if we get back to how things were, then that fixes everything." 

"What if we can't go back to how things were?" He asked quietly. 

"Carm, I can't help you fix - or not fix - what's going on with Claire. You need to do that yourself."

"I know. I'll do better, I'm trying to do better." She nodded and went back to business while she had the opportunity, 

"So the duck and the ceviche are really clearing up off the new menu?"

"Yeah, we should hold some extra ingredient stock from next week."

"And we'll do a family party night in a couple months? The Sunday before Christmas?"

"Yeah, Nat's got it planned in."

"Ok. We should go back in, finish up." She went to put a hand on his arm, but stopped herself at the last moment. She was back in the kitchen just as Claire came through,

“Hey everyone.”

“Hi Claire Bear,” Richie greeted her with a hug. Syd started working through the night's orders until Tina came over.

“Why don’t you get ready to go chica?” She murmured, “I’ll clean up.” Syd knew Tina had picked up on the tension recently, even more so in the last week. She gave a small nod.

“Yeah, if that’s ok?”

“Long as you come back here and show me your look. I wanna see how you clean up!” Syd took off to the office with a laugh, getting her bag from her locker on the way past. She closed the door behind her, took off and folded her whites carefully. She had two options for her date and as she looked at them both, she was suddenly torn on which to wear. She pulled open the door an inch or two and called out for Tina who appeared quickly. “What’s up?”

“I dunno what to fucking wear?” The shorter woman laughed and pushed her way into the office. She looked over the two options while Syd nervously twisted her hands. She could hear the others calling out their goodbyes - Marcus, Ebra, Gary, Angel and Manny all out the door as quickly as possible behind the front of house staff. Eventually, Tina picked up her suggestion and put it into Syd’s hands. She’d taken the top from option one and the skirt from option two and combined them. “No, no that’s not one of the choices - it’s too much, we’re only going to a cocktail bar -”

“You’re going out to have fun, you have legs for fuckin’ days and you’re hot as shit, Syd. You can dress up sometimes, y’know?”

“Jesus fuck, I’m gonna need some fucking alcohol.” 

“Yes baby, liquid confidence!” Tina grinned, leaving her to change. Syd did as she was told, she knew she’d never hear the end of it if she defied Tina. She changed quickly, twisted her braids into an updo, and headed back out to shove her things into her locker and get her shoes. From the open doorway, she heard Richie whistle,

“Holy fuckin’ shit, Chef.”

“Don’t say it.” She warned,

“Don’t say what?”

“That I’m… I dunno, dressed like I’m asking for trouble, or whatever workaround you wanna use to say I’m dressed inappropriately.”

“Do you feel good?” He asked, sincerely. She nodded. “Good. You look fuckin’ great, kid. And despite what you might think, I want you to have a good time.” 

“Thank you.” She smiled gratefully. 

“Yo Tina, fuckin’ see this fit Syd’s got goin’ on!” He called out immediately. Syd finished putting on her shoes and went back out to the main kitchen to get her phone. 

“¡Muy caliente baby!” Tina smiled happily. At the commotion, Claire came back through the swing doors, closely followed by Carmy.

“Wow, Syd, you look great!” She exclaimed. “I love the skirt!”

“Uhh thanks guys,” She pushed her phone into her bag, “can we stop with the whole… compliments thing now please? Jesus, you’re making me awkward as fuck.”

“Hey, are you gonna be ok?” Carmy asked,

“Yeah.”

“Just… he’s a dickbag, that’s all.”

“Carmy, I’m sure Sydney can look after herself.” Claire pointed out,

“I know she can," he turned to Syd, "but if he tries anything and you’re not interested, just… call me. Or Richie, and -”

"I will be fine. Do not make me pepper spray you.” Syd mumbled. Claire laughed, 

"I can't believe they're so protective! Well we're going. See you guys later." 

"Just forgot my phone in the office, I'll be right behind you." Carmy told her. Syd crossed her arms across her chest, conscious that he hadn’t stopped looking at her since he’d walked back into the kitchen. She felt wildly under (over?) dressed. She remembered her blazer on the back of the office chair and went to get it. He followed to get his phone, but took the blazer from her, holding it out for her to step into. She slid her arms in and rolled up the sleeves while he straightened the collar, his hand dropping to graze her hip as she started to step out of reach. “Have a good night, Carm.”

“You too. Don't fuckin' hit me, it's just you…-” He started, "you look beautiful." He finished, his voice tense. She shook her head,

"Don't. You're really not making this any easier for either of us, Carmy." She sighed and went back out to the bright kitchen to pick up her bag, Richie kissed her on both cheeks,

“Hey, you call me if that jagoff tries anything y’hear?”

“I hear you. Thank you.”

“See ya later, beautiful girl.” Tina hugged her. 

“Bye guys, see you later.” She unlocked the front door ahead of Carmy and Claire and stepped out into the cold night. 

*

Fish guy was indeed a dickbag. As much as it pained her to admit that everyone had been right, she couldn’t deny it. He was rude to bar staff, arrogant, and he hadn’t stopped ogling her all night. His eyes felt like the greasy sheen from the fryer that she couldn’t quite shift. She was halfway through her third cocktail and she knew it would be her last. She wanted to know that she was still in full control and she knew that a fourth cocktail would remove some of that. They both finished their drinks and she picked up her bag,

“Thank you for tonight, I think I’m gonna head off.”

“You don’t want another?”

“No, no thanks.” She went to think of an excuse but reasoned with herself, she didn’t need an excuse to get out of a bad date. A simple ‘no thanks’ should be enough. And if it wasn’t she always had the threat of setting Richie on him.

“Can I see you again?”

“Umm… no. I’m not really up for dating at the moment. Lots going on at work, y’know.”

“Plus the whole thing with Carmy?”

“The what?”

“Yeah, Rich said you’re, like, into each other but not ready for each other… whatever. Anyway, it’s cool. I know they think I’m an asshole and they’re probably right. Hell I’m not gonna pressure you into anything cos they’d fuckin’ murder me for sure.”

“Yeah… y’know you shouldn’t pressure anyone, right? Like, just cos I have Richie or Carm ready to throw hands… other women have people ready to do the same thing y’know?”

“Oh god, I know. I’ve had my nose broken plenty of times.”

“Huh. Should maybe listen to sense then?” She suggested wryly, she'd make sure Richie passed the message along to staff at all restaurants in the area to avoid him. “Have a good night.” She left some cash on the table to cover her drinks, and went back out into the cold. It felt like a pitifully short time that she’d been in the bar. She checked her phone, it was barely midnight and thanks to the cocktails, she felt wide awake. She walked in the direction of the restaurant where she could call an Uber and wait in the warm. She dug her keys to the back door out of her bag and switched on the single strip light over the pot wash. She took a glass from the bar and poured a glass of wine from a bottle on the family shelf and then sat on the floor of the locker area with her back against the cool wall. She scrolled through the Tik Tok's Richie had sent, and replied to his and Nat's check in messages with a thumbs up. It was nice to enjoy the silence of the kitchen she adored. She heard the back door open softly and close again and rose to pick up a knife from the magnetic strip on the wall, she held it up in front of her. 

"Who's there?" She hissed, cursing herself for not putting on more lights, she recognised the broad shoulders immediately though, "Carm? Is that you?"

"The fuck are you doing here, Syd?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Bad date?" She taunted, "Wait, stop. That sounded shitty, I apologize." He shrugged,

"No need, you nailed it. Can you put down the knife?" She put it back on the wall. "How about you, what happened on your date?" Syd sighed. 

"Turns out you guys were right, he was an asshole…" She sighed heavily. "You can say I told you so now." 

"I'm not gonna do that. I've been way too fuckin' much of an asshole myself the last couple of weeks." 

"You said it," she rolled her eyes. 

"I'm distracted and distant as well. Who fuckin' knew, huh?"

"Ouch. Well, I have a terrifying co-worker who scared the shit out of my date," she shrugged. "which, turns out, wasn't a bad thing, but I am never telling anyone in this building if I go on a date again." She laughed. "I didn't mean to threaten to pepper spray you earlier, by the way. I mean, I did. And I would if I had to. But I wouldn't, like, enjoy it. Much."

"Good to know." He looked over to her, "So I'm guessing you're not gonna see him again?"

"God, no. He was sleazy and gross. I've decided I'm not the dating type." She leaned her hip against the cold stainless steel counter to take some pressure off her feet. 

"You're not?"

"Nope. You gonna fix things with Claire?" He shrugged, 

"We keep just goin' round in circles, y'know? Same argument every time. I'm too distracted by this place, working too fuckin' much, too distracted by you -"

"Me? I haven't -"

"I know. You haven't done anything. It kills me that you've been so distant. It doesn't mean you don't distract me." She kept her eyes on the counter, absentmindedly rubbing at a dried water mark with her thumb. "I'm the shittiest boyfriend. I'm pretty sure I fucking spent more time wondering if that fucking prick was touching you than I did asking my girlfriend about her day."

"That is very shitty. I would say she deserves better but… well. That would make me the dumb one."

"You're not dumb."

"I know. But I do dumb stuff all the fucking time. And she does deserve better."

"So do you." He'd moved from leaning against the walk-in, to standing next to her by the counter, she could feel her heart pounding. The day in Nat's kitchen felt like a lifetime ago, the last time they'd had even the briefest physical contact. Her hands shook with the effort of staying under her control. She felt the warmth of his body as he stood at her side, it radiated from him and she realized she was cold. Legs still bare in an empty kitchen, gone midnight in early November. She leaned in, just a little. Her eyes fluttered shut as his nose grazed her cheek, her breath shaking almost as much as her hands. He covered her hand with his own, laughing softly at how cold they were, "Fuck, baby. Putting you on pastry next." He teased. His breath danced across her neck, making her shiver, 

"Don't you fucking dare," she warned. She felt a tiny kiss behind her ear, her body betraying her with a whimper she was certain he'd heard. His other hand came to rest on her hip underneath her blazer, his thumb finding the sliver of skin where her top had come untucked. She didn't feel cold anymore, she felt like her whole body was alight. He held her hip with the most imperceptible grip, giving her exactly enough space to move away but silently begging her not to. She let his hand turn her slightly on the spot so she could face him better. She kept her eyes closed, felt his kiss on her jaw and her cheek before he paused. He rested his forehead against hers, one hand coming to the nape of her neck while the other stayed on her hip. She could hear only their shared breath, smell the citrus from the three sidecars she'd had forever ago, the beers he must have had. She can tell he's giving her enough time and space to say no. She finally opened her eyes, "this is the worst idea either of us have ever had." He nodded against her, his nose bumping hers, 

"Probably." He agreed.

"I do dumb stuff all the time."

"So do I." She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back the tiniest amount. She barely had time to register his reaction, there was just enough time to see a longing and an intensity she'd never seen before and he was on her, capturing her mouth with his own. Syd pulled the thick arms of his jacket down, letting it drop to the tiled floor with a dull thud. She brought her hands up to his hair and let them rake through it lightly. His kiss was desperate and wanting, as she broke contact to tip her head back and catch her breath, he moved to the column of her throat. As he nipped at the soft skin there, he made her moan, tugging his hair a little in surprise. His faint whine has her rolling her hips against his, 

"Jesus fuck, Carmy," she gasped, "I am not going to fuck you in our kitchen," she could feel him laugh somewhere in the valley of her breasts. He'd slipped off her blazer and was pulling the straps of her top down her arms, she pulled him back up to her. Both breathless, pupils blown, "I mean it." She told him as firmly as she could. He kissed her again, so softly, so gently, it made her knees buckle. 

"Heard," he whispered with a grin. "Beautiful, fuck you're so fuckin' beautiful." He went back to her collarbone, the hollow at the base of her neck. Her hands slipped up and under his t-shirt, feeling the taut muscles on his back. She could feel him through his jeans, hard against her thigh. He toyed with the hem of her skirt, "Syd, can I…"

"Please, please… I need you," she cried as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and biting gently. His deft fingers moved her underwear to one side and slipped inside her, she shuddered against him, her head dropping to the crook of his neck. 

"Holy shit, baby," he hissed, holding her tightly to him. He thrust his fingers into her torturously slowly, building her orgasm from so deeply inside she could hardly breathe. "I've got you," he murmured through kisses, "I've got you." His thumb brushed against her clit and she rocked into him. She grasped at his shoulders as she got closer and closer to the edge. "I want this… you, always." He kissed her hard as she came, swallowing her moans as she clenched around his fingers, his name on her lips. He worked her through the orgasm, holding her up against the counter while she regained her breath and stopped shaking. She kept her forehead on his shoulder as he smoothed her skirt back into place and pulled the straps of her top back up, leaving small kisses on their path. She played with the soft curls at the nape of his neck, "you good?" He asked quietly, his nose against her cheek. She moved to look at him, her warm brown eyes still blown with lust.

"I don't know how I'm ever going to look at you in this kitchen again," she cringed. He laughed, 

"Same. It's all I'm gonna fuckin' see." She stepped slightly to the side of him, needing space and air between them. 

"We really fucked up. What if we ruined everything? This is… this is everything to me," you are everything she added silently. 

"I won't let that happen, I promise. We carry on, and in March we're gonna get you a fucking star. I want to give you everything, Syd. You deserve it. That'll never change." She brought a hand up to his cheek,

"I want it for you too." She sighed heavily, exhaustion taking over. 

"I'll take you home," he offered. "Then I gotta figure some shit out." She hummed in response, 

"Yeah. This can't happen again, Carm. It just can't."

"I know, and it won't."

"And I'm not going to lose my best friend over this either."

"I'm sure Nat appreciates that."

"I meant you, asshole." She rolled her eyes, her mouth scrunching to disguise the smile. "Come on, I need sleep." She pushed him towards the door and he took her hand in his own.

~~~~~

..... verdict? When I tell you I had an existential crisis on this Chapter! 😅 I had no idea you guys would be so mad at Carmy! But then, Syd is everything so I totally get it!

So I hope I redeemed him just enough for you! And I hope you're happy with the tip over from friends to something more... 🤞

I'm pretty proud of this one, hope you liked it!

[egg-emperor]

(I don't know if someone's asked this before)

Since you're a self-shipper: What's it like to be in a relationship with Eggman? ^^

This is a fun question! It means a lot when there's interest or enjoyment for my self ship stuff! 💜

I love being in a relationship with the most handsome maniacal evil genius! Getting to say that I belong (he belongs to no one but I belong to him XD) to the powerful brilliant future emperor of the empire in a more personal and intimate way than many of the other subjects will be is an amazing feeling. Being the one that gets to stand at his side despite being unworthy of his godly superior presence, as his right hand man where I belong as my true purpose in life is the dream lifestyle for me 😍

It's about him stealing me away from the world, offering his hand to take mine and show me his twisted but beautiful brand new world that he's created that's all about him instead, and hoping to make the rest of the outside world follow one day when he dominates it and gets to make all his dreams come true. And I was personally really just happy to leave it all behind because I never liked it all that much and I support his dream to make it all about him instead!

It's about the thrill of being with someone so powerful, feared, and dangerous that I'm not supposed to be with as many disapprove or are concerned by us being together. I know he's a very bad man and does terrible things and know exactly what he wants and how he'll stop at nothing to get it and I just love him for it, plus he's so fun, funny, charismatic and handsome! It's forbidden but we're a powerful unstoppable force and if we do go down we go together hehe

My deep devotion and love for him that people would be concerned or disgusted by but it being so beautiful and precious to me makes it feel extra special. It's not for everyone to understand because it transcends their understanding of courtship and ideals of romance, it's our special dynamic of servant and master where we both get what we want effortlessly, Eggman gets a loyal and faithful follower and there's no greater delight for me to worship him, serve him, and give him all the love!

It's a huge win that he has the coolest interests of science, robots, theme parks/carnivals, circuses etc. We go on his cool rides and attractions and get up to mischief that makes us feel like kids again, troublemaker ones hehe, something he adorably enjoys in Team Sonic Racing. He's decades older but we have young souls. We also bond through mutual immense love for himself XD We'd both love an Eggman focused world so we're both passionate about and share his aspirations.

Eggman is very happy to have someone around who is willing to listen to him talk all about himself, his passions, his plans, and dreams for hours, instead of robots that he had to program to listen to him and would still backtalk him at that. He also uses me as an example of what all members, slaves, and servants to the empire should be in the future with my willingness to listen, support, and serve him well in every way with immense passion and it makes me feel a little proud and giddy.

There's excitement in how unpredictable and wild he is. He'll just suddenly announce that we're gonna do something fucked up and take me with him to do crimes. Are we going to out and blow stuff up and terrorize people, is he going to show me a new park attraction in its dangerous deadly glory, are we going on an expedition to find the next artifact for his next plan, round up more animals to put in robots, or go to space to his new armada or Death Egg? I always immediately jump at the opportunity!

We also get to travel the world on his epic airships and Eggman likes to tour me around these huge ships and we have fun in the private living quarters. He also shows me the sights of the world below, just so he can tell me about how it'll all belong to him one day and everything he plans on doing with it. I'm always delighted to listen and enjoy having a chance to go all the places I never could've without this too. It's exciting to think about how much cooler they'll be once he takes over.

Getting to hug that big bear of a man that feels like a teddy bear, despite how he's more like a dangerous wild fierce grizzly bear is very special. The most dangerous place for others feels like the safest to me. Those hands hurt people and cause mass amounts of destruction but they hold me in a strong grip that feel warm and safe even though he's cold and dangerous. It's not that he actually tries to protect me, it just feels that way with how big and strong he is lol. The risk and danger in it still is part of the fun!

Aside from serving him and assisting him in evil, the intimacy is the huge part of our relationship because we're both aroallo. So instead of the more typical romantic things there's just a lot of naughty things. He also likes taking risks in it and it makes for many funny, exciting, or nerve wracking but fun new experiences and over time I become a lot more confident and experienced in serving him. I always enjoy making him happy and satisfying all of his needs to prove my love for him.

There's also the darker side of the dynamic and my devotion that has a huge appeal to me, of willingly following him down the darkest paths and into the depths of hell. Putting my mind, heart, and soul into his hands and letting him corrupt me with his evil, something he's shown to enjoy a lot. He enjoys seeing the progress of me starting to embrace the evil and be the best assistant to him in his diabolical schemes as I can be and how it proves my devotion to him with how far I'll go to please him.

And letting go of the world I knew and allowing it to be changed for him. It'll become unrecognizable as a dark, polluted, and dangerous hellscape, it's the ultimate sacrifice of giving up the old world and everything I knew for him and it proves the deepest undying and unconditional devotion. It makes him happy and it's everything he wanted so I do it willingly. Because it'll be worth it for all of his dreams to come true and for him to build his glorious empire and Eggmanland on the ruins!

Eggman didn't see appeal in being in a long term relationship before because he didn't think anyone would want to be with him without trying to change him or hold him back from anything. But instead I fully support his goals and will change for him instead, in the sense I'll let him corrupt me and become my best evil self for him! Our dynamic is casual on his side and very intense for me yet it works, it's long term in a way most of his others usually aren't. I remain supportive and useful, so he doesn't dispose of me lol

I love belonging to him and existing to serve him, the exact same treatment that's so unpleasant for those it's forced upon is pure bliss to me. For how I can just live for him and never have to think or worry about anything else ever again and he makes me feel worth something by being a valuable asset to him and the empire. For how I can stand at the side of such a powerful and important man and serve him, make him feel good, and put a smile on his face which is the most precious and important thing to me 💜

I get to be with a handsome, silly, funny, charming, and thrillingly evil man and he gets a servant and partner who gives unconditional love, has undying devotion, endless desire to please, and the strongest loyalty, which he finds very valuable and takes full advantage and I know and let him. It works perfectly for us both and we're the happiest we can be, it's endless excitement and fun. It'll only get better when he conquers the world and he's the emperor on the throne and I sit happily at his feet 🥰💘

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 118, Replies Part 2

1) “Oh yeah, Koichi got a lot of broken bones and lost a lot of blood less than two minutes ago. Good thing that was not easily solved and completely brushed aside, phew, it would be a problem if we had lasting damage to raise the stakes or something. Anyway, how’s your coma going Pop?”- Yet symbolic/meaningful, yet minor damage like Nomura’s scar-creating slash manages to stick around. Gotta love it. 2) “Koichi is mastering the art of of using so much power to blow up his target that whatever is behind said target remains completely intact, especially if it’s made out of glass.

The boy is truly becoming too powerful”- We could chalk it up to precise damage control, only inputting as much force as would be needed to blow through a target and lose all inertia when coming out the other side, but yes, Izuku’s own building-destroying punches always carried some collateral effects, which is why he needed to beat Overhaul up in the sky to go all out. 3) “yeah sure, now all his power comes from the power of friendship”- Friendship, and believing in himself!...but sadly, “believing in himself” also means he believes even more strongly in his “no-killing” rule. 4) “Shame that AfO has ignored the most likely scenario that explains this situation: The author is pulling it out of his ass as needed. It’s in a need-to-pull basis.”- Koichi has evolved to the ultimate tier of power: becoming the author’s pet character, and reaping the benefits. 5) “Well good thing he’s not literally burning himself away by kicking his, erm, quirk, into overdrive. You know, his plasma based quirk.”- Honestly, seeing Nomura start to falter a little might have helped here. Give some sense that this power-up is as taxing on him as it is destructive, rather than him just hovering on the verge of death for several chapters. 6) “All the fun thinking that Pop has more impact in the story as a ghost than as an alive person, I need to start grabbing the beer bottles again.”- Hey, at least this way she gets to contribute! 7) “Oh he’s gonna go for the close-and-personal hit?

…

KOICHI DID YOU FORGOT HE’S MADE OUT OF PLASMA? DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT THAT STUFF IS?!”-I mean, not much of an issue when Koichi’s punches have an automatic “keep-away” function built into them now. Guy’s a walking, hitting force field. 8) “You know Koichi, you should at least try aiming for his teeth, because apparently he can made solid teeth out of plasma.”- Nomura’s attempts to warp the fabric of reality in his favour to win are commendable, but doomed. 9) “OH MY FUCKING GOD ANOTHER FLASHBACK GOD PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS”- I can’t tell if this final battle was harder on Koichi, or you. This would’ve been a terrific opportunity to show Tenko there playing hero with them, although he most certainly didn’t live anywhere near Naruhata.

10) “This would’ve been a terrific opportunity to show Tenko there playing hero with them, although he most certainly didn’t live anywhere near Naruhata.”- Maybe, but his friends may have. He did go out and play ball with some of them when he was still innocent, it’s where he picked up the inspiration to become a hero like they all aspired to, until finding Nana’s picture solidified it. 11) “who the fuck just left their All Might figurine behind like that? Kids those days smdh…”- Litterers in the future throw away not only their disposable plastic junk, but also their perfectly-functioning toys too! 12) “You know, everybody just gives up wanting to be a hero a few years later. Everyone.”- Times like these, a re-read to refresh yourself on the inner lore of the world is necessary.  Eiichiro Oda has a whole conspiracy-ass corkboard that he refers to on occasion to keep track of plot points. 13) “DID- DID FURUHASHI FUCKING FORGOT WHAT HE FUCKING WROTE HIMSELF?!”- I can practically see the blood pouring from your eyeballs as you read this. 14) “OH LOOK, THE GHOSTS WENT AWAY

FUCKING FINALLY. GUESS THAT MESSING UP WITH THE TIMELINE SENT RIPPLES THROUGH TIME AND SPACE”- The ghosts went away, but the fight goes ever onward… 15) “I had a feeling before you were treating me like I was stupid Furuhashi, but after that last flashback I’m sure of that, and I will never forgive you for that.”- To be fair, with the monthly release schedule, I’d totally forgotten about the content of the earlier chapters, so I didn’t pick up on the inconsistency until you pointed it out.

(Vigilantes ch 116) 16) “WHEN YOU PRETTY MUCH ACT LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL, JUST A FANTASY THAT YOU WERE READY TO GROW OUT OF

RIGHT???”- And now, with the hoodie getting burst and blasted away to nothing by Nomura’s barrage, it’s finally time for the Crawler to end his vigilante days for good. @thelreads

[leavingdeadgirl1996]

not a lore ask but since you seem to want to ramble: 1 song you associate with each character and why?

Hi anon ily. I did 2 for the first few sorrgy

Lori:

1. Sin Eater by Penelope Scott. The song displays a strong desire to be good from the singer while also expressing a bit of disdain for someone who seems to be better in every way (and is, fittingly, referred to as the “holy mother god”) while also evidently seeking validation from this person that they feel they won’t or can’t get.

Notable lyrics: “you’re the holy mother god and I aspire to your goodness, but the only thing I have inside to offer is a pit / I suffer just to moan, I scratch my itches to the bone / I keep confessing till I hit the spot from which the guilt emits”

2. I Don’t Smoke by Mitski. Again leading into Lori’s longing to do good and be good, to have friends, to be closer to people. Trying too hard for someone distant.

Notable lyrics: “if you need to be mean, be mean to me / I can take it and put it inside of me / if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room / you can lean on my arm as you break my heart”

Cody:

1. Habits by Tove Lo. Though Cody doesn’t do drugs (this detail is irrelevant and thus subject to change) or have any addiction issues, the song all in all encompasses the life of someone whose every second is spent trying to find even a moment of happiness, living in a daze trying to forget someone they can’t think about.

Notable lyrics: “spend my days locked in a haze, tryna forget you babe, I fall back down / gotta stay high all my life to forget I’m missing you”

(See also: So Numb by TX2)

2. Gross by Penelope Scott. The song is about a breakup, partially, but I also relate Cody to the other end of it, being about the complicated nature of relationships with people around you when you’re mentally ill and being torn between wanting to push those who love you away and wanting to be able to love and show love to them.

Notable lyrics: “I hate it most when they’re kind, when they have meaningful lives / and I’m the awful one standing next to them” & “I’m never gonna feel good again, I’ve played this game through to the end / I’ll pull the plug or I’ll wait it out, but I don’t need you around / I wish I never met you, I wish I wasn’t a waste / I wish I had the guts to fuck my own life up or the heart to set myself straight”

Jane Doe:

1. Pure as a Lamb by Baby Bugs. While it is about abuse specifically in a religious setting, its depiction of abuse and the specific sort of feeling of betrayal expressed makes me think of her. Not to mention the rather simple language used reminds me of Jane, who was between 5 and 10 and, though she was very good at reading and writing, didn’t speak in especially complex language.

Notable lyrics: “you plucked my petals, just like the devil would do / and if I’m going to hell, I hope that you go too” & “now I feel dirty, look what you did / I wasn’t an object, I was a kid / I’m scarred and mangled, I am used / and all of this because of you”

2. The Ballad of Jane Doe from Ride the Cyclone. While the song goes into how that Jane Doe doesn’t know who she is or the life she lived, that’s not true of my Jane Doe, but the song does go into the plight of a dead girl whose story is left unknown, never to be mourned or remembered.

Notable lyrics: “I’ve got no celebration / just this consolation: / time eats all his children in the end” & “a melody floats through the air / when silence falls, does no one care? / another sad, forgotten tune / another song that no one knows / so that's how it goes”

The Thing:

1. Monster Truck by Jazmin Bean. Angry as fuck song, pretty violent, but all of Jazmin’s stuff matches an aesthetic and a type of music I associate with The Nursery.

Notable lyrics: “I don’t wanna eat the sun (succubus, fuck, suck you straight to the tomb) / I’ve been living on the run (white lined chalk, take it straight to the dome, dome)” & “make it hard, rocket launcher, fuck / fuck your dirt bike, I’ve got a monster truck” & “and this world is a sick fucking joke, just masters and puppets and mirrors and smoke / so fuck it, let’s light it, let’s to / I’m playing with fire, I’m planning to blow”

2. Brutus by The Buttress. Specifically encompasses its relationship to Lori.

Notable lyrics: “my name is Brutus and my name means heavy, so with a heavy heart I’ll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy / my whole life you were a teacher and friend to me / please know my actions are not motivated only by envy / I too have a destiny / this death will be art / the people will speak of this day from near and afar / this event will be history, and I’ll be great too / I don’t want what you have, I wanna be you”

Emily:

1. Heaven Says. Specifically the Deltarune remix, but I saw a FAITH animation for the song and I’ve associated it with her since

Notable lyrics: “heaven is above / heaven is the answer / life is terror / blood in the machine, you are in danger” & “greater than life / stronger than death / echo around the world / search for the end / answer for your crimes / beg for mercy / take back you control / take back your control / take back your control, control, control, control, control-”

2. Christmas Kids by ROAR. Idk.

Notable lyrics: “the Christmas kids were nothing but a gift / and love is a tower where all of us can live / you change your name or change your mind / and leave this fucked up place behind / but I’ll know / I’ll know”

Sarah Warner:

Class Fight by Melanie Martinez. Sarah was a girl who tended to act out a lot, but always felt totally justified in everything she did and like she was giving people what they deserved when she lashed out or was otherwise doing something good/funny/right.

Notable lyrics: “I wanted to be in her shoes for one day / I just waited till recess to make her pay” & “her face was fucked up and my hands were bloody / we were in the playground, things were getting muddy / the teacher broke us up after I broke her / and my one true love called me a monster”

I don’t have any for the other specific victims but I do have one for all of them:

Fall Fair Suite (the opening) from Ride the Cyclone. All of them dying in “accidents” just makes me think of the RTC kids’ reactions to the accident that killed them, and I think they’d feel similarly.

Notable lyrics: the whole thing, more or less.

[alicentsgf]

What do you think of Alys? You know among all those people saying she will be evil I just feel like whatever she is gonna be, I'd love her as much as I love Alicent. It's all about the vibe, Alicent comes from Greek tragedy and Alys from gothic romance and I can't wait to see 2 season

I love Alys. i think I just hope they do her justice and make her more than just The Witch or The Victim you know. I don't really know what that should look like and I don't know exactly what the story is going to need her to be because I'm not sure what direction they're going to go with everyone else, especially Aemond, as in, what way he's going to react to Luke's death/how everyone else is going to react to him being the cause of Lukes death? idk. idk what person he's going to be when he gets to harrenhal basically.

one thing i do know though is its just a pure fact imo that Alys in f&b was one of the most interesting characters in the dance era, hands down. like when I say the f&b characters were one-dimensional cardboard cut-outs I'm almost exclusively talking about the dance era tbh. The story of the dance was exciting, the people not so much so imo. and I feel like grrm fumbled the bag with Alys because when she's introduced she's this mysterious woman who manages to convince this boy prince to spare her and forms a questionable romantic/sexual bond with him that may or may not be rooted in magic. and that's so interesting! but what is actually done with it?? not much really. we don't even know where their kid ended up? and yeah people can say that their relationship was just included to make aemond a hypocrite or something and that regardless its all just so gross anyway (because yeah whatever its obviously fucked up. all these relationships are.) but one thing that is overlooked I feel is that this could very possibly have been about survival for Alys. at least to begin with. The impression we get is that this is how she's lived her life, like she has constantly used her body to make herself useful and needed - if the choice was between horrible violent death and seducing a 19-year-old... i kind of understand seducing the 19-year-old, you know?

i would love to see her be manipulative with aemond, at least to begin with, and then see him slowly wise up to what she's doing and for them to find some kind of accord? this love affair is not going to be 'cute', it's not going to be aspirational, it's literally a love story between an older woman who may or may not be a witch and her boy toy war-criminal, like... common sense says it's not going to be a healthy relationship. However, i do think there's the potential there for a really deep, slightly unexpected understanding of each other. Aemond may be a lot younger, but he holds power over Alys because of his position in society/the way the world of asoiaf operates. he was literally holding her life in his hands when they met. I don't think the power imbalance is as pronounced as it would be in a modern setting, so they do have the potential to sort of level the playing field for each other and become partners in their own special fucked up way. after all, there's some definite moments in f&b where we hear that they have a very real and obvious bond with one another.

i think saying alys is gothic romance vibes is so accurate like overall the story isn't very gothic romance, but in herself with the elements of the grotesque, mystery, and the supernatural surrounding her I feel that's incredibly true. and its perfect because aemond has that element too; he is the marred, brooding, outcast gothic romantic hero. so yeah they should totally capitalise on these archetypes and make their side of the story lean into that.

one thing i do have slight reservations about is the supernatural aspect aka alys' magic. like I love a witch, don't get me wrong, and the aesthetics of alys using magic I just want so so badly. however... i hate when men are right. and i hate when men point at a woman who's managed to manoeuvre her way against all odds into a position of influence and say 'you cheated'/'thats a witch'. like. idk i do think maybe it would be interesting to see alys just be insanely smart and manipulative, using magic to cover up the moves she's making that are very much not magic just to keep people afraid of her so they'll let her be? but also i DO want her to be a witch? its a hard one.

im just so excited to meet her tbh. there's some really great options for what to do with her character so I just have my fingers crossed they do her justice.