#like i dont get how people can watch this same thing happen over and over ahain

[synchlora]

something to be said abt a foster pleading for anyone to adopt their extremely sweet and playful disabled tabby cat for over a year with absolute Crickets in response vs us making one post at 8pm with a frankly very poorly taken photo of a cute no-personality fluffy white kitten we have (who's not even been here 3 days!) and we have 45 comments within the hour and three of our adoption people with their phones blowing up

[snekdood]

idc if ppl think im problematic i just want it to be for the actual real reasons i am

[oddity036]

UNCLE MIKE PT 1:

I was visiting my dad's adopted brother, Uncle Mike, for the weekend as my parents were out of town, and this was a big problem for me. See, I'm 19, but they'd rather not leave me home alone after an accident last year. Now, the reason it was bad for me? Well...

I've always had this... Fantasy, you could call it? Of going up and just rubbing on his glorious gut... God, it's so big and hairy, but smooth at the same time. I just want to shove my face into it every time i see it and listen for hours.

Que me arriving there and my parents leaving. Everything was fine at first, i sat down watching the current baseball game with him, but the only "ball" i could really think about was the round sphere of a gut on Mike...

Then, the worst possible thing happened. Mike got up with a grunt and began to take his shirt off- "Whew son, it's hot as hell in here. That AC don't make a damn difference. Hope ya dont mind"

As you could imagine, I wanted to die on the spot.

"Hey, kid, come to think of it, mind grabbin me a cold one?"

I gladly went to the kitchen, happy to have any excuse to get him out of my line of sight, but when i returned and gave him the beer, he said

"Hey, before ya sit down... I dunno uh, how to put this but... I've noticed for a couple years now how ya been lookin at me. Specifically my gut. Of course, i can't blame ya, look at this thing! Ya dont get a gut like this off of nothin but beer and good mama's style food, huh?"

I could only sheepishly nod and stare back, terrified that I had been read so quickly and easily.

"Anyways, I wanted to ask, if you'll keep this between you and me, if ya wanna come get all those temptations outta yer system? I'm down for a good rubbin if you're good to give it"

I couldnt believe my ears, this was like a dream come true for me! Of course I (a bit too eagerly) agreed, and knealt down to get face to face with the gut i'd been admiring for years, running my fingers along the hairy surface, stretched taught with years of beer and mounds of food...

Then he asked...

"Hey... Y'know I aint got a whole lot of cash... It's a bit hard to afford too much food, especially for two people, so i have a... proposition of sorts. You eat dinner tonight, and I put you in my tank for the night to hold me over. I'll let ya out in the morning, promise."

I could only look at him, bewildered with what he was asking... It had to be a joke, right? He didnt really think he could swallow me whole, did he? But something in his eyes was telling me he was dead serious.

"Well, if that's a yes, you can help yourself to whatever ya want in the kitchen, just dont eat me out of house and home..."

20 minutes later, i returned to the living room, haven eaten a pack of ramen noodles. I looked at Mike with a questioning glance as he motioned for me to get closer

"Ya done then? Great. Cmere, " he said, as he grabbed me by the underarms and opened his mouth wide... I could smell the beer on his breath as he brought me closer, his mouth stretching impossibly wide, or was i getting smaller? At this point who knows...

He grabbed my shirt and quickly pulled it off as he then grabbed me and shoved me headfirst into the gaping maw. It was like nothing i'd ever felt before... then came the panic, I started to flail, fully realizing just what was happening only then, but it was too late. He slipped off my pants and socks, savoring the flavor until I fell entirely past his lips and into his stomach. In there, I could hear the gurgling of everything going on inside of him and his muffled voice from outside:

"Ohhh yeah kid... you really hit the spot. Well, I guess i'll see you in the morning, huh?"

I was about to reply as i felt his gut tighten and squeeze as he sat upright again, watching the game once more.

"Oh- Hell yeah, home run!"

[stardustedseas]

banging my head off the wall thinking about walkers love language being acts of service, i cant stop thinking about the scene in TB* where he asked the girls if they were hungry then cut them up a cactus pear to eat

like imagine him just making you breakfast when he makes his without you asking. you enter the kitchen ready to eat a bowl of cereal for the 2nd week in a row when walker just hands you a plate of eggs, bacon, toast and cut up fruit before he sits down to eat his own like nothing happened. no one else seems to have the same thing as you two so youre a little confused why only you get some, but you are Not gonna complain about actual food.

and then it just keeps happening

youll be the first to get served any meals, the first to get a post mission protein bar, the only one he pops the top off the beer before handing it to you. its not uncommon for him to clean your weapons for you too, like youll set them aside to do after you take a shower but when you come back, they are already taken care of and john is just now working on his. he always does all of this with an air of nonchalance but if you look closely, you can see the slight nervousness in his eyes, like he worried youll be upset for some reason or catch him on his soft spot for you, even if its very obvious lmfao

i think hed like the domesticness of it. he knows its kinda ironic for him to be doing stuff like taking care of you when its the opposite of what got him divorced, but god he really does love to care for people. maybe theres a slight bit of him trying to make up for his neglectfulness with his previous family, but if you ever ask him to help with something, he is always very quick to get on it or have someone else help you if he cant atm.

i think hed like to fix/make things for you too, like if you buy a new bookshelf, he just kinda invites himself to build it for you lmfao maybe you only asked him to help you carry the stuff to your room but after he leaves hes quick to come back with some tools and just,,, gets to work. depending on your relationship (like if you two have a love/hate thing going on) he may tell you he doenst think you will put it together right so hes doing it now so you dont come crying to him for help when it falls apart and all your shit on it breaks 🙄🙄 (as if youd ever do that lmfao pls let him be delusional)

its never in a babying way but he does lowk have a bit of white knight syndrome thing going on. he really is doing it out of a place of love and care and he genuinely enjoys helping and doing stuff for you, even if you dont need it. when you two start dating, he will absolutely try to insist you let him wash your hair and body for you (only part of its for horny reasons-) i think hed also enjoy the vulnerability of it, you letting him do something as intimate as touching your whole body, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to allow him to gently massage the soap into your hair, he loves it. he would def do the same for you too, especially letting you shave him.

sitting on the closed toilet lid with his arms wrapped around your waist as you stand between his spread legs. hes closing his eyes and exposing his throat so you can carefully slide the sharp razor over his skin with one hand while the other gently cups the side of his neck to keep him steady. theres not a single drop of hesitation or worry that you would do something to intentionally harm him on his mind, infact its a very calming moment for him. sometimes he doesnt close his eyes tho, sometimes he likes to watch you with those stupidly pretty blues and just take in how gorgeous you look concentrating so hard at the task, he thinks its cute. idk i really love the idea of someone who has trained to never let their guard down be vulnerable with the ppl they love.

gooooodddddd him zipping up your dress or tying your tie for you before any events, he knows you can do it yourself but he will absolutely get pouty if you dont let him (and deny being pouty if you point it out. grown ass man) HE WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR PERSONAL BAG/TABLE he would be over the goddamn moon if you were like painting your nails and had him hold the bottle for you or give him your bag to carry. you know that meme that was going around thats like 'i shall show no fear in the mighty eyes of the lord' literally walker when you have him hold your bag while you go to the bathroom. hes gripping that shit like its got the fucking codes to nuclear missiles. he is a soldier and its his Mission to keep your cup safe at parties too.

yeah im clawing at the walls imagining him cutting up fruit for you btw him peeling an orange or slicing up an apple for you like its the most natural thing in the world. he is a caretaker at heart.

i need to fucking nuke him

[cherrribun]

swings my legs.. can i request the twst 2nd years with a grumpy reader that never smiles whos ticklish

is that corny ..

TWST Second years x Grumpy!Reader (who's ticklish)

this is a silly little request!!!!! and i love the tweels+ruggie with my whole heart im so joyous to get to write them! i should reallt invest in not writing while at work tho lol

Characters: all second years!

TWS: none!

a/n: you know i accidentally formatted them pretty similarly, but i think theres some gems in here lol

Kalim Al-Asim

-kalim has not a single bone in his body capable of being rude to someone, or to think of someone as less than because theyre a bit grumpy

-he treats you with the same excitement as anyone else!

-kalim has the biggest heart and would constantly ask if he can do anything to make you smile, he would buy a million balloons and throw you the biggest party known to man on your command

-it would honestly be a pretty big deal for him

-his partner in (love) crime cant smile? he thinks you cant hes unaware some people just dont smile

-sevens help you when he finds out you're ticklish

-you're a bonafide goner

-it probably happened when he was one day asking you about what makes your heart soar

-kalim being his extraself and using big hand gestures and that heart melting smile, whipping around a stuffed animal to demonstrate how he would have plenty of performers for you to watch should it make you smile

-the arm of the stuffed animal grazes your side, and you crack the most miniscule smile

-with the eyes of a hawk kalim zeros in, and he like pauses

-bye hes diving onto you and absolutely attacking you with his fingers faster than you can think

-byebye grumpy, hello painful ribs!

-this boy is absolutely over the moon when you literally can’t not smile

-”your smile is so pretty!!”

-he probably pushes it a littleeee to far, to the point you can't breathe and you're using every fiber of your strength to swat him

-hes the worlds happiest campe

Jamil Viper

-he appreciates your grumpy attitude not even gonna lie here

-you're less likely to do something reckless and get into trouble, saving him the trouble of having to constantly worry

-not that he doesn't worry about you, he doesn't particularly like that you sulk in the corner of rooms

-but hes glad he doesn't have to run around, lord knows he could use a rest

-hes kind of like you in that way

-jamil honestly isnt the type to initiate tickling so don't get your hopes up on that front

-someone else had to have introduced him to the fact ((((kalim))))

-jamil wasn't even in the room, you were simply hanging out with kalim and he happened to pass by, and he was absolutely entranced by the sound of your laughter

-idly stood watching like a freak in the doorway

-the smile across your face is a relief he didn't know he needed

-he wouldn't tell you he saw that, thats something he would like to keep in the most prestige condition in his memories

-souvenirs are better left inside

-but he definitely tries to sneakily run his hands up your sides when you cuddle, just to make you squirm and fight a grin

-his little plot to say he found out himself!

-hed never be a full on tickler, but he would definitely make you smile from those little touches <3

Ruggie Bucchi

-this guys very familiar with grumps

-you seen his dorm before? all grumps in some way

-so hes pretty accustomed to it, albeit he gets a bit bothered he cant make you at least snicker

-yeah hes buggin’ you constantly about it after a point

-”you're a real stick in the mud”

-so he starts to lowkey harrass you

-always slipping things into your pocket, he breaks into your dorm to mess around and push things a bit too left or right

-anything to get you to lighten up at least a little

-tough luck, hyena, reader’s too busy scowling at the password change on their computer

-’hint: the hottest guy you know’ smooth ruggie

-you start slouching around him and giving him a crazy ass side eye when he tries to mess with you

-he takes it as a sign to kick it up a notch

-with his spare time, he lingers around you until you guys are alone, and when he certifies the coast is clear

-lol why r u tickling urself

-he used his signature on you good luck soldier he's absolutely dying when he sees you break out into a mix of laughter and completely confusion for a moment

-you're mad af but you literally can not do anything

-honestly he's probably laughing and smiling more than you, probably on the floor (so are you!!!)

-he absolutely makes a break for it when hes had enough

-this is your new life now, he will do it again

Riddle Rosehearts

-riddles a man of seriousness

-he's practically the fun police even after his overblot

-not in a mean way, hes just a strict guy

-and hes unappreciative of your grumbling about the rules, but enjoys that you go along with them

-honestly doesn't notice your lack of smiling until someone (trey) points it out to him

-riddle lowkey is terrible with reading people and their body language. very likely autistic im not gonna lie

-when hes told he has an epiphany and frets a little

-he begins to worry hes the reason you dont smile and are always grumbling and pouting

-so he tries to make it up to you

-studying with you, making sure you always have pink clothing for flamingo care, fixing your tea nightly

-hes a little off put when you dont even smile as you thank him

-worlds most insecure boyfie alert

-if you pick up on this, you have got to tell him its not him

-you just naturally are inclined to being a bit of a grump, and you're stone faced cus. thats just how you are!

-riddle lowkey doesn't believe you but tries to push it aside, until he sees you tweak when ace one day comes up behind you and runs his fingers up your side and you jolt forward

-lol riddle sees that little upturn of the corner of your lips

-have fun with them! theyre bothing tickling you

-when riddle comments on it, passingly teasing your smile, be sure to get him right back

-hes just as if not more ticklish

Azul Ashengrotto

-good luck dude

-youre life long friends with azul, hes KNOWN youre ticklish

-behind his working front, the sleaze, he knows how to have fun

-and if hes ever over your grumbles about the lounge and its customer base, when you get back to the dorms hes getting your ass

-everyone can use a laugh, he knows it, and that's exactly why he does it

-if youre too grumpy for too long? tickled.

-he wants to see you smile? tickled.

-HES having a bad day? lol tickled.

-uts been almost routine since you were kids

-chasing eachother under the water, messing around in fits of laughter and smiles

-you knew azul before the tweels, and when they joined in and first got introduced to the little game? bye they're ridiculous

-azul honestly could take a page out of his own book though. even if he tickles you to make his day brighter he doesn't always do this

-if your typical bringing him a snack, helping at the lounge, or other methods aren't working dont be scared to give him a taste of his own medicine back

-childhood friends what if i cried

Floyd Leech

-he knew almost instantly

-floyd is hands on and touchy feely even before he knew you were ticklish

-so he like found out instantly

-good luck soldier he thinks its the funniest thing everrrr

-landers are so strange, he notes how you literally convulse

-this guys such a freak, hes immune to being tickled too so its completely unfair

-and because hes got no shame he will do it whenever he sees fit

-man doesnt care if youre working, if he's working, if youre in class or in the halls

-free game when youre dating a freakazoid

-oh you aren't able to get away from him either, hes a giant who can run

-anytime you act like a grump around him hes got this look on his face like he's challenging you

-”yeah shrimpy?” ass

-as if its high comedy to ruin any sort of seriousness around anyone, even if azuls in the MIDDLE of making a deal with someone

-azul doesnt find it as funny, driving away his business at what price??

i

Jade Leech

-the calculating eel he is

-he knows something is under your surface per say

-jades like a freak empath, like sayaka maizono

-hes got the intuition of a god for some unknown reason

-its no surprise to him when floyds buggin you and accidently gets you to crack when his hair is tickling your neck

-jade doesn't let floyd know about it your ticklishness, thats his alone to mess with

-he wants to take you by surprise, and pounces on you like he wants to eat you alive

-youre alone headed back to your dorm one night, whatever dorm it may be

-doesnt matter if its octavinelle, savannaclaw, ramshackle, or even diasomnia

-boom theres a lurking shadow and the second you turn around jades freak ass has his hands under the sides of your shirt

-lol can u imagine other people hear your shriek and then look out their dorm and see the scary ass eel tickling u and ur literally gasping for air

-jades got this nonchalance about him too like its the most normal thing to ever happen

-you get nervous he will do it again after

-he does

-but he's strategic, he makes sure youre fully off guard each time because thats when youre “most vulnerable”

-hes strange

Silver

-lololol silver is as much as grump as you actually

-”i will be your shield” ass

-he's probably the most unscary person youve ever got to know however

-he in his heart is a diligent and considerate person

-he will often confide in you about his irritation when it comes to other students not really listening to him

-which makes you a bigger grump to other students

-its a bit of a cycle

-cue lilia who has a big interest in silvers little situationship with you

-lilia as the old man he is has some vital information to let you in on

-lilias got this big smile as he saunters over with the swagger of a champion

-hes snicker as he lets you know

-”silver is the most ticklish fae in the world”

-armed with this information you decided to ungrump the second grumpiest person in the world (ur number one g)

-so one day youre alone with silver and you remember what the old fart told you

-when silvers got his mind busy with chatting you up about dreams his been in, he goes silent, slow turning as he sees your hand reaching for his side

-a beat passes before you're literally tackling the kid, and then he gets all mad and throws u back

-lol tickle fight

-who knew two grump stone face brickheads were so silly

[tojisteddy]

hi! i wrote the 141 fic and i just wanted to address this with as much grace as possible. I am half Black.

I didn't include Gaz in my fic because I don’t know him, that is LITERALLY it. My entire exposure to COD comes from Tumblr. I genuinely had NO FUCKING IDEA Gaz was part of 141. I thought he was like König or Keegan, who pop up in other parts of the fandom.

I KNEW THE OTHER THREE WERE A PART OF IT FROM CLIPS ONLINE (IE. GHOAP INTERACTIONS) AND OTHER TUMBLR FICS.

To accuse ME (black woman) of racism for that is not only unfair, it's harmful. your supporters have been bullying the fuck out of me and i've had to delete anon submissions and block people.

i'm not going to include someone just for the sake of optics, esp if I can't write them well. there are tons of other gaz writers. was i wrong in tagging my post 141 men? sure! did i know gaz was in 141? no. i know nothing about him. i would not do him any justice.

in the nicest way possible, i can write who i write. my blog is self indulgent and i write who i know best. gaz is SUPER HOT, yes, BUT i wasn't particularly inspired to write him in this particular scenario. just as i wouldn't write someone like bruce banner from the avengers in an "avengers men with a fussy wife" fic bc idk anything about him. i dont think people would get on my case if i did that, if it makes sense?

and i would love to learn more about gaz, but i'm not obligated to write about him. getting on your blog to spread a false narrative to your followers is kind of unkind, especially due to your big following. but i just wanted you to know i'm not some white girl with an agenda.

hope that cleared everything up! :) xx

I wanna say first and foremost, my intention was not to send people to spread hate, bully or maliciously attack you and in no way do I condone that. Especially since I myself am a fully black women. That’s my fault in every way and I should���ve been more careful with my wording and should watch myself because of my following moving forward. Im sorry.

Secondly, I do understand only knowing cod characters via fics and edits on this app/tiktok and it’s not anyone’s job to have to look everyone up when you get interested in one singular character. You also don’t have the obligation to write every character known to man in every drabble/fic. That’s fine.

The conversation to be had though would be about exclusion and micro aggressions.

I’m not expecting you to know the ins and out of cod fandom especially when I see you do write for different fandoms (as do I). But exclusion towards Gaz on this app and in edits and the like, is a major issue in the fandom because of his race. And it’s probably a reason you didn’t know Gaz was apart of the 141. This is something that happens to many characters that look like you and me (black people).

And yes, I see (and again I apologize) that excluding Gaz was not your habitual intention. And sure, not all characters fit a certain scenarios.

But you not realizing Gaz was apart of the 141 was a micro aggression in itself, that’s what micro aggressions are.

The unconscious actions. 

The unconsciousness of excluding ppl who look like you and me just because of our skin color, facial structure and builds, the constant need to make black ppl look like aggressors even we don’t do anything wrong, being “scared” of black ppl having “too much” fun.

And those who are white, those are POC and those who are even half black, tend to do it a lot. Same thing with black men and colorism and how it’s ingrained in society’s culture. It’s done Unconsciously. (Not all the time tho) And I’m definitely sure for the white/poc ppl who follow me, it flew over their heads. They just see racism and that’s surface level. Yes, maybe that’s on me for not explaining it further. But that’s something that me and you have to live with till the day we die. And you should understand that.

Lastly, I want to reiterate, I know you did not mean it. I know you don’t have to write for Gaz if you don’t want to. I know Gaz doesn’t fit for some scenarios, same way that Soap doesn’t or Price doesn’t.

But I am saying to watch your actions towards ppl who look like you and me because they pan out at the end of the day.

[scaredofbrits]

having the afton men as your bosses

william afton & micheal afton hcs

nsfw headcannons will be colored red.

william afton ✦

• he was a very serious man, to say the least. he didnt want any of his workers to see him act like a goof.

• "none of you will be prepared for the real world if you cannot behave correctly at your job."

• but then you came along. and every bit of respect he had for his reputation was shattered. not with other people, of course, but with you.

• instead of seeing william as your tough boss, you saw him as your literal reason to wake up everyday.

• and to him, you were his pretty little assistant. his good girl, even.

• sometimes, he'd give you extra work just to see you everyday.

• and other times, that work would lead to staying at the job extra late.

• once you would finish all that hard extra work, he'd reward you in various ways.

• "you did such a good job for me." he'd grin as he fingered you with all his power and speed.

• "my slutty little assistant fucking herself on my fingers.."

• his praise and degrading could drive anyone crazy for more.

• when you two would have sex during work hours, he'd tease you about noise the whole time.

• "shhhh, you don't want all your friends to know how cock thirsty you are.." and he'd cover your mouth.

• he made more than sure to fuck you so rough that your moans were extremely loud, and youd leave his office embarrassed.

• but what you didnt know was that the walls were soundproof. he just liked fucking around with you.

• nothing surprised him more than seeing your whore side for the first time. and oh did he love seeing it.

micheal afton ✦

• he was super sweet to all of his workers. bringing gifts, joking around, and being kind overall was his specialty.

• "how did you all sleep today?" he'd say over the intercom with genuine curiosity.

• once you had become his assistant, he could not resist you. a different side of him came along. a more needy one.

• he was always buying you gorgeous flowers every single day. and even though you were his assistant, he demanded nothing from you.

• and since he was an amazing conversation starter, you'd usually be found sitting on top of his desk talking to him.

• when your shift was over, he'd always say "time goes by so fast, doesnt it?" and that was his trick to make you stay.

• "a few more minutes, please? i'll do anything, gorgeous, please." was his other go to.

• he loved seeing you on top of his desk like you owned it. and he also loved seeing you mess around with his name plate on the desk. just fidgeting with it.

• and he wished youd fidget with him. just use him and treat him like your little fuck toy.

• one time, you wore a skirt to work. and of course that pervert kept sneaking glances at your revealed thighs and panties. those sights made his cock throb.

• and when he got horny? oh you were in for it. so much begging. "touch me please please please. look at how hard i am baby, please."

• "its okay if you dont wanna touch me, i'll touch myself and you can watch. tell me thats okay mommy. please."

• it was definitely hard to say no, especially with those puppy eyes he'd give. he acted like you getting rid of his boner was the best thing to ever happen to him.

• and when youd suck him off occasionally, he would absolutely lose it. he loved your mouth so much and he felt the need to repay you the same way.

• if you pleased him a certain way, he'd try his hardest to make it up to you the same way. suck him off? he'll eat you out. hand job? you get fingered.

• at the end of the day, all he wanted to do was be a good boy for his gorgeous girl. sometimes flowers didnt feel like enough to please you, so he had to try other ways.

[yourgayfroggiefriend]

A proposal for the Zukka council…

Okay, look. In show, Sokka dated 2 people, and neither time he really asked them out. Just said vauge things and then apparently they were dating. Zuko is oblivious. I'm just saying that Sokka would 100% do the same things, assume they’re dating, and Zuko wouldnt think anything of it.

I think it would go a little something like this.

Z: So, it’s been a while, and you don’t have to accept if you don’t want to, I get it, and if it makes you uncomfortable we can just forget this ever happened, okay?

S, (thinking it’s a proposal): what is it?

Z: I…. Would you go on a date with me?

S: ……

Z: I’ve liked you for a long time, and uncle has kept telling me to just ask, so i figured… uh…

S: ………….

Z: …sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. Just- forget about it, ok?

S: …you’re joking, right?

Z: ….no?

S (startled laughter): oh, oh spirits. You’re not joking?? What the fuck. Tsu and La what the ever loving fuck.

Z (bristling): look, if you don’t want to you can just say no, but this feels excessive.

S (grabs zukos face): Zuko, we’ve been dating for years.

Z: …what.

S: literally what the fuck, it’s been over 2 years, our 3 year anniversary is in a few months.

Z: I- what?????

S: Zuko, how in the ever loving FUCK did you not know we were dating????

Z: I- why did you think we were??

S, (dumbfounded): because I asked you out and you said yes???

Z: I DONT REMEMBER THIS???

S: it was at the fire festival? We watched the fireworks together?? We stole a boat and went out on the lake after just the two of us???

Z: we- we borrowed that boat…

S: I love you, but what the fuck, man???

Z: you…. you never asked. To go on a date.

S: no?? I litterly did???

Z: you asked if I wanted to go to the festival with you. I said yes. You asked if I wanted to go on the lake. I said yes. You asked me if I wanted to go to your room after and make the worlds worst pillow fort. I said yes. You never asked if I wanted to go on a date.

S: …….oh spirits you’re an idiot.

Z: what??

S: that is exactly how you ask someone on a date. You just described me taking you on a date.

Z: …….oh.

S (snorting): yeah, oh.

Z …….so is it a yes?

S: it already was, you moron. Spirits, I love you.

[croquettish]

Listen please feel free to ignore my idle ramblings. You just inspire me to bring my thoughts to paper and I always love to read your take on everything.

Honestly I also very much read Hans as a comphet gay man all the way.

He feels like the most overcompensating character ever. He makes loving women his whole entire brand which is so sad to watch sometimes.

The way he is expressing his attraction to Henry feels leagues removed from the way he is trying to court every single woman in the game.

He doesn't need flashy gestures or words for Henry. When it's real you dont need as much embellishment so to say.

For the first time in the games he sounds and acts natural with someone else he expresses interest in. Like it's not just a show he has to put on for everyone else except for his own enjoyment as whenever he interacts with women.

He looks like he is freaking melting with Henry.

I honestly also even think his constant trips to the bath house in the first game are just for basically spa treatments and not much else happens there. I think I even remember him saying something along the lines of he just likes being pampered.

It makes me really confused how people can think there were no signs of him being gay in the first game. What do these people think gay people would have acted like in a time when it might as well be a death sentence or a life as a monk AT BEST to express your true feelings.

I think Hans reaction, trying his best to be perceived as the most women loving giga chad ever is honestly the only sign I needed to realize that that can't be quite true. It feels fake all over. I sometimes wonder if they originally intended this whole attitude to feel genuine, but realized in the making how that just doesn't feel right at all and switched up his character accordingly? Like he's a character breaking free from his own pre intended writing somehow?

If you're reading him as Bi absolutely a valid opinion as well though! No hate only love!

Another point I just saw in your most recent post I wondered a lot about is the part of gaining reputation with Hans in the first game when being talked back to/down to (I think there also is at least one instance in the second game when I called him a brat and got reputation).

Honestly I think it's much to do with his low self esteem and probably not great metal health.

When you're struggling with your mental health because of your family situation like he does with Hanush you never get to develop a clear sense of self and deep self love and self respect. And various people deal with it in different ways, wheather they pull back into themselves and become people pleaser or they go another route like Hans and build this air of very high self regard around them. Of course either way it's all just a charade hiding his very vulnerable and self loathing core. Which sometimes makes flattery feel uncomfortable and being talked down to like self affirmation even if that's super twisted.

The way he talks to Hanush in the first game especially is so different from his snarky self. He is utterly defeated in the face of that man. He doesn't get angry how he usually does until after talking to him, he only ever meekly tries to even get a word in. He's belittled, not taken seriously and treated like a completely useless person and he doesn't really do anything. I think that's how a lot of people act in the face of a parental abuser that they learned not to set off even more.

(Honestly why I loathe Hanush. He's not one of the "bad guys" the games try to present. He is portrayed as a likable if hot headed guy, but he's an abuser in my eyes and is absolutely to blame for how Hans sees the world and himself).

Same as the unhealthy way of self harm Hans developed in making sure he stays unlikable so to say. For instance when trying to push Henry away when they are in the pillory. Even Henry sees that Hans is just saying mean things that he doesn't mean at all, just saying them to make sure Henry stops liking him and leaves. He never learned that he is allowed to be cared for like that so he has to make sure it stops. He has to make sure he is alone, uncared for, deprived of his only friend. That's a form of self harm if I've ever seen one. It honestly blew my mind that they added that. That whole scene is very rich when looked at from a mental health point of view in their interactions. When using the "Swear" option when playing as Henry he says something like "Who could ever be proud of you?!" and that seems to hit Hans like a ton of bricks crushing him. He looks like he is going to cry immediately and doesn't even come back with something to say like before, because that hit home like nothing else.

Like in their divorce era he snaps out of his self imposed agony and split from Henry as soon as Henry gets hurt because that's too much, that's not related to his self imposed denying himself his happiness. Even when you're fighting Old Semine at the wedding in swordfighting he is freaking cheering you on like he isn't really mad with you. It's not Henry he wants to hurt but himself.

I think that man is wildly unwell mentally and that's one more thing I really love about the way he and Henry interact with each other.

Henry seems to be somehow aware of that whole struggle and doesn't interact with it in an unhealthy or harmful way most of the time.

He is a caring man at the end of the day and that is exactly what Hans needs to heal, strengthen his sense of self and become a better version of himself.

Sorry again for putting like 5 different points in here. But I would honestly love to read your take. You always inspire me to think more about these characters I love.

Why would I ever ignore your idle ramblings when they're so insightful!!!! Also thank you so much, it honestly makes me super happy that people find value in my hyperfixation of picking this game and its characters apart. The fact that my own ramblings inspire you to think about these games and their characters in more depth makes me extremely happy ❤️

So for starters I'm so glad that I'm not the only one that reads Hans as a comphet gay man. There are honestly so many hints that he's overcompensating in the biggest way. As I said in my initial post about why Henry pushes Hans away at first, @hallowedlore pointed out that Hans' vibe of "love? I never knew love till now!" [five minutes later] "love? I never knew love till—" can be VERY indicative of queerness. Because of course he hasn't found the right girl; he was never looking for a girl at all. There are so many examples of this. Similarly, as @codeword-art pointed out here, noblemen are "supposed to be proud, stern, with a love for women," which, as they put it, most likely "stems from Hans' own doubts about his own sexuality." I could not agree more with this.

It's honestly not surprising to me that Hans has no idea how to act around women because he didn't grow up around them at all. His mother is either dead or ditched him and he didn't grow up with much of anyone, let alone any peers. But he did at least have Hanush around to act as a sort of male rolemodel. He had Captain Bernard and semi-frequently saw other noblemen. Women of his status, not so much. It's no wonder he doesn't really interact with either Rosa or Katherine, but even there, he seems more comfortable around Katherine because she's more like the women he was exposed to, castle staff and bath wenches.

I'm also inclined to agree with you about his trips to the baths. And not just because we find out he tried to convince one of the women to strip for him by playing dice with her (when he could have just asked her to) and then, after failing, used that as a conceit for how to try and get Henry naked… but also because he's so fucking bad at it. I tried for quite a while to find the post here but someone recently showed off a conversation Hans can have with one of the bath maids near Devil's Den, which is just so, so profoundly pathetic. Iirc this is during the fake Karolina era when he is white knuckling down on the last vestiges of heterosexuality that he thought he had.

It's interesting too that there is a non-zero chance (not a large chance, mind, just the possibility of it) that Hans could be a virgin. Like I think that's kind of fucking hysterical that for all his showboating it is possible for it to all be 100% fake pretend bravado. Do I think this is likely? Not really. But it's possible. Because we have only ever seen him strike out with women and we know for a fact that it is canon that he struck out with the real Karolina as well. He's bad at this! He fawns over Klara and goes to the baths to see her even though she's the only one of the bath maids there where touching is off the table. We also know that he's an idealist and a romantic who loves love. It wouldn't surprise me if he would look at sex he could pay for at a bathhouse as a sort of... hollow thing that wouldn't appeal to him. But by god, he'd pretend up and down and left and right that it does.

Another thing that should be commented on here that you brought up as well to a degree is this scene—and here I have to draw attention to @audentesfortunaiuvatt as usual magnificent tags. We know that they're canonically nude here. And @komorebian's wonderful gifts beautifully illustrate how much this motherfucker is just straight up checking Henry out. It's not even remotely subtle. And this is far from the only time stuff like this happens in KCD1! Like I shipped them like crazy after playing the first game and I can't imagine that was entirely unintentional on the part of the dev team. I mean look at this shit!

So much of Hans' character is faking it till you make it. Except he can't fake this well enough to pass as straight. He tries so hard and even then he's fucking transparent.

I maintain that I do think part of the reason that he enjoys when Henry gets smart with him is because he's willing to treat him like a person instead of an object, but like I said in my last meta post I do think part of it does have to do with a lack of self-esteem. The reason he does so much showboating is in order to try and fake who he thinks he should be. He masks and plays the mimic at every possible turn.

I also agree with you that Hanush had a big influence on his mental health (and lack thereof). But I think there's a bit more nuance here than you're suggesting. Because while you can 100% read Hanush's behaviors as abusive, the real issue (for Hans as well!) is that he's not actively and consciously trying to go for that result. Hanush genuinely thinks he's doing right by Hans and leading him toward what's best for him. And lbr here, even with something like the wedding, while the thing he's leading him toward is undeniably self-serving, Hanush is also… technically correct. Divorced from Hans' emotions, it is the "correct" choice. Hanush has raised Hans into a capable ruler in concept. This, to Hanush, was undoubtedly the most important thing. He just didn't realize he had to show him love and help him grow as a person as well. As I've said before, he's a great guardian, but he's a fucking godawful parent because he has no idea what he's doing.

If you're still sitting there going "no, he's evil" then I want you to look at the tiny tiny insight we get into Hanush's psyche here. It's just five seconds long and occurs at the very end of the scene where he lectures Hans during Clothes Make the Man. I brought this up as well in my meta post about Hans' relationship with Hanush. Hanush has no idea what he's doing. He (a former robber baron and perpetually broke gambler) was handed this extremely young child to raise out of nowhere. He's not a father. He doesn't know how to raise a kid. When he agreed to raise Hans in the event that something happened to his father, Hanush (like most people who agree to be a child's godparents) most likely didn't anticipate actually having to do it. And while it was quite common in medieval Europe for nobles to "foster" their children with other noble families as a way of cementing bonds and alliances, that doesn't mean that Hanush automatically knows how to parent.

You can read his stern talks with Hans and his emotional neglect of him as abuse. But the key thing here is imo intentionality. That abuse is borne from ignorance, not malice. And in a lot of ways that lack of intentionality makes it far, far more insidious. If Hanush hated him or hit him it would be so much easier for Hans to sort of recognize that what's happening here is emotionally damaging. He can walk away from this thinking that Hanush loves him and wants what's best for him, leaving him to internalize it all without second-guessing it. Because he's never had any reason to question it. It's also why him bringing up his parents here is especially poignant. Only with Henry, only placed outside of the bounds of society, only when surrounded by people who see value in him (so much so that Zizka assigned him control of a company of men!) does he start to question the things that he's taken for granted all this time.

And it does lead to things like the self-harm you mentioned, which I've commented on, if in no other way, at least in meme format:

(That's a lie, it comes up in my fic.)

That boy hates himself so much and thinks he's so fucking useless he literally actively pushes Henry away just so he can't let him down later. He knows this whole scene was his fault and is (even if it's just subconsciously) so angry with himself and insecure about how he's dragging Henry down that he flees. Even when Henry keeps forgiving him, over and over again.

You mentioned what happens if Henry bitches him out while they're in the pillory, and I agree that it makes a ton of sense that Hans, caring about Henry's approval as much as he does, would feel absolutely gutted. But I don't think that's the most telling thing you can get out of that conversation. If you play it nice the whole way through (my preferred route of choice, bc it ends up only making Hans feel all the worse for it after), you get this bit of dialogue:

Which... hoooooo boy.

I understand you need to take it out on someone. I can take it.

And that's exactly what Hans is so terrified of! That one day Henry won't be able to stand him anymore and will leave. So he leaves first. I mean, we get front row seats to his psyche later on that confirms exactly that. Because this, the "I wasn't good enough for you," is his take on what happens regardless of how nice you are to him.

@tsinavar and I had a conversation recently where they brought up what convinces Hans to keep poaching or not is whether or not Henry brings up his own safety. Which floored me bc, yeah, it really is that simple. Hans doesn't give a shit about his own hide because he doesn't think his hide is worth all that much to begin with. But Henry? He's worth the world to Hans.

And I think Henry recognizes this. He knows Hans, inside and out. It's why he can gut him in two seconds flat but then can choose not to. A Henry who is good enough at persuading people can use that ability, combined with how well he knows Hans, to talk him out of poaching by knowing to invoke his own safety. Like, no wonder Henry means everything to Hans. He sees Hans, inside and out, and stays by his side anyway.

[ohdeerfully]

hi! I have a request, I've never really done this before but I'll give it a shot. so my request is that Charlie is tasked by heaven to watch over a very special human soul via a device that is like a full 360 VR kind of setup and this soul just so happens to be Alastor's immortal wife (he didn't know she was) whom he thought had died with him during a bad event and wound up in heaven but she didn't and She stayed the same since the 1930s like her looks stayed the same and her love for Alastor stayed too she never once tried to move on even when her new friends in this time tried to get her a guy but she just refused still wearing the wedding ring her gave her

I hope it's not too much to ask it can be changed to whatever you see if you have full creative control over it!

thank you for your brain anon

theres a couple awkward POV shifts in the story and im super duper sorry about that D: im not good at those

An Eternity

alastor x reader (angst) TW: reader is female, reader gets a lil drunk and drives but shes fine(i do not condone this pls dont drink and drive im so serious), yearning goes ouchie ):

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Alastor rarely, if ever, talked about his time alive. He saw it pointless; a waste of time and energy. How could it benefit him if somebody else knew his history? If anything, it would only open up weak points. And, being an Overlord, he couldn’t afford that.

The only hint of his past was a band on his finger that he never took off. Even after decades in Hell, nobody saw him without it.

People often asked, of course, because how in the Hell did the Radio Demon get hitched? Even in life, he was probably just as unusual and off putting. These questions were always met with a dismissive wave and a laugh, but anybody who knew him—which wasn’t many, truly—would recognize the strain in his voice as he brushed them off. Whatever the story was seemed to only grow more painful with time.

He was deep in thought, humming absently as he trailed through the hotel. He ended up meandering by Charlie’s room, which was cracked open. He took this as an invitation to let himself in, cheerfully grinning as he saw the girl sitting on the edge of her bed looking extremely confused.

“Hello, dear!” He announced himself, standing up straight and fixing his bowtie with one hand. “What does this afternoon have in store for the Princess of Hell?”

“Heyy, Al,” Charlie responded, still frowning at the contraption in her hand. It was a rather bulky thing; an unappealing piece of new technology, Alastor decided. Still, he loomed from behind Charlie with a curious bend in his neck. Her shoulders were stiff, and he couldn’t tell if it was from frustration with the thing in her hand or discomfort at him watching her. 

“What is that peculiar thing?” He finally asked, since Charlie made no attempt at explanation. She seemed too focused to really pay him any mind.

“Something Heaven gave me to watch some curious soul they can’t control,” She murmured, fiddling with a couple buttons and knobs. “They’ve got me doing some ridiculous things. I mean, some human soul shouldn’t even concern me. But, they promise these favors will help with my hotel.”

Alastor hummed in response. He of all demons would recognize a manipulation tactic when he saw one—convincing a powerful demon princess to do your chores and promising to help her desperate project in return seemed like something the angels would do. He didn’t care one way or another, as long as Charlie’s naivete didn’t get in the way of his own goals.

He took a few steps back when Charlie stood, seemingly finished with setting up the box. He grinned, amused, when she pulled it over her head. It wasn’t the most flattering thing, and pretty bulky on her face. She looked ridiculous, honestly.

“Modern technology,” He sighed dramatically, leaning down onto his cane as he continued to observe her. “Only getting uglier.”

Charlie didn’t respond to his comment, looking around at what Alastor saw as nothing. She played around with the settings again, and adjusted the straps on her head again, before looking around again. She let out a successful sounding “hell yes” before pulling a remote of sorts from her pocket. She pushed on a joystick.

“What are you doing?” Alastor asked plainly, the building curiosity finally becoming too much. “Why do you have a box on your head?”

“It’s like…” She began to explain, trying to think of how to make sense of it to him. “Like… imagine you were looking through the eyes of somebody else, but still standing in the same spot..?” Her voice tilted at the end, unsure of her explanation.

Yeah, no, Alastor had no clue. But he dismissed it as unnecessary, as he often did with any technology he couldn’t understand.

“I’m seeing… Earth, I guess,” Charlie explained more. “Following around this girl.”

Alastor was only partially listening, humming quietly to himself as he just observed. He wondered if he should just leave—nothing interesting was happening. He was curious to see what antics Heaven was pushing on the Princess of Hell, though.

“Wanna try?” Charlie offered, lifting the headset up away from her eyes. Alastor immediately scrunched his nose up and narrowed his eyes.

“And look as ridiculous as you? Hah! No thank you,” He sat down on a chair near the wall, leaning against the back of it. He threw one leg up over the other. Charlie shrugged in response, and pulled the contraption back down.

Alastor sat for a while, absently thinking about what he wanted to do later as he waited for something to happen.

“Oh! Hold on,” Charlie suddenly said, causing Alastor’s ears to straighten to attention as she reached up and pressed a button. A holographic projection appeared out of nowhere, manifesting through some strange magic. “Forgot I could do that. This is what I’m seeing in here.” 

Alastor stood and walked closer, leaning forward on his cane as he studied the projection. It seemed like some kind of bar. He mused at how different modern bars looked from the speakeasies he would frequent during his own life.

“What heavenly task are you doing in a bar?” He joked, trying to find something interesting in the projection. It just seemed like generic bar business. Loud, flirtatious women and boisterous, over confident men. That, at least, was the same from his day.

“Like I said earlier,” Charlie explained, looking around the room. The projection seemed to follow her movement, and Alastor recognized that he was basically seeing through her eyes. How curious. “There’s some… soul they lost control of. And they want me to report to them about her.”

Alastor was very curious to see what kind of soul broke from control of literal heaven. He watched rather intently, leaned forward against his cane to watch the projection.

Charlie turned another knob, and the sound of tacky pop music and loud chatter began to emanate from the bar scene. Alastor wasn’t a fan of newer music, but he was often forced to listen anyway in the hotel lobby.

“Is it possible to turn down that dreadful noise?” He complained to her, announcing his dissatisfaction.

“No. I need to be able to hear what the woman is saying,” Charlie answered stubbornly. Alastor’s microphone of a cane began to obnoxiously play a song of his choice for a moment in retaliation, but died down after a few moments. After all, Charlie ignored his attempt at aggravation, so there was no point in keeping it up.

Charlie looked around the bar, searching. Finally, her gaze settled on a fancier booth with half drawn curtains. From her angle, she could only see a woman. She looked frustrated.

“---get out of your shell! It’s about time you start talking to some guys for once,” Charlie caught the tail end of the woman’s statement. She was gesturing wildly around, exasperation evident in the jagged movements. “I’m sick of watching you pine for somebody who’s been gone for ages.”

★

“Ten years isn’t ages, Mechiele,” You drew your finger against the table, making shapes with the rim of water that the condensation from your glass left. Nearly a hundred years, more like, You commented to yourself. You never told anybody that you were an immortal being. Nobody believed you when you did, anyway.

You sat your cheek against the palm of your hand and lifted your gaze to your friend, who looked at you with a sharp frown. You shot her a weak smile. 

“Can you just drop it?” You asked, nearly pleading. You didn’t want to cry tonight, being a little tipsy—you were an emotional drunk. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself blabbering about a dead husband.

“Come on,” Mechiele said impatiently, pushing your pleas aside. “There’s so many hot guys in here, I bet one would just love to take a piece of work like you home and-”

“Mechiele.” You hoped your tone was enough to shut her up.

You should’ve known better, honestly. Mechiele was already abrasive when she was sober, but with the amount of drinks she’s had tonight…

“No, no, no! You bum! Get your ass up right now and get out there! And take that ring off while you’re at it!”

Mechiele quickly lunged at you, a much too playful look in her eye considering how pissed you were right now. You yanked your arm away from her grasp, cupping your hand protectively with the other, shielding the golden band on your finger from her.

“Fucking drop it!” You snapped at her, standing from your seat. “I’m going home. You’re too drunk. I’ll drive.”

“You’re so fucking lame,” Mechiele droned, falling back into her seat. She wouldn’t budge when you urged her to stand and come with you. “He’s fuckin’ dead! Get a new man, already! Alastor’s not-”

Mechiele stopped abruptly when you smacked her. It wasn’t an incredibly hard smack or anything, barely enough to leave a red bloom on her cheek, but it was enough. She looked at you through narrowed eyes. You returned the same expression.

You left the booth and stormed off, cursing under your breath about it all. About Mechiele, about this stupid bar, about the tipsy feeling in your head, about Alastor—

You folded your arms together as you briskly walked to your car, yelling in frustration at your heels and ripping them off your feet. The ground was a little wet and cold, but you didn’t care. After making it to your car, you threw yourself in an switched it on.

You thought for a few moments. You were lightheaded after a few drinks, but you really didn’t want to wait for a taxi. You’d probably be fine, yeah? Sure. Against your better judgment, you began to drive.

It was a long drive, but it gave you some time to think.

You missed him. You pined for him. Nearly every night was agony, missing the presence of the only man you’ve ever fallen in love with.

You cursed whatever higher power there was for making you this way—immortal. How cruel it was, to make you live forever to suffer this longing. You didn’t even notice when you ended up in your room, but you let yourself fall face first onto your bed, curling up into a ball.

Even more, you cursed yourself for ever falling in love. You should’ve known it would only lead to an endless torture of heartbreak. You would never love anybody the same; although, you don’t think you’d want to, even if you could.

You were born to suffer. To spend an eternity in life without him.

★

Charlie continued to watch in shock for a few moments, her mouth dropped at the mention of the Radio Demon’s name. The previously hidden woman stepped from the bar, a furious look in her eyes as she stormed away. Mechiele was left with stubbornly folded arms and an empty glass of alcohol.

“Heyyy, uh, Al, how common is your name..? Do you know…” Charlie asked a bit awkwardly. She got no response. She lifted the headset, and realized he was gone. Even still, there seemed to be a lingering feeling of intense static, and the air somehow felt a bit heavier than before.

★

This had to be some cruel, sick joke, right? Heaven had to be toying with him, finally finding a way to torture his soul. His wife—she was dead. It had been nearly a hundred years since he died, and even if she had lived till she was old—

Alastor was pacing his room, ears pinned and eyes wide in frantic thought. Oh, how he yearned for her. He had managed for so long to push the memory of her away, to lock up his loss in a tight cage as he climbed the ranks of hell; it had all come rushing, barreling, torrenting back when he had seen her—or, no, somebody that looked like her—step out of those curtains. It was only a coincidence that that woman looked like his wife, and only a coincidence that she had a dead husband that shared his name.

His wife was in heaven, no doubt; which was where she belonged, of course, but Alastor had spent the last decade pining for somebody who he could never see again. If given the choice, Alastor wasn’t so sure himself if he was kind enough as to not tear her soul from Heaven and down to Hell by his side. Alternatively, even if Charlie’s idea of redemption were to work, Alastor was truly irredeemable. It was all wistful thinking, anyway.

Alastor’s claws dug into the curtains of his window, staring out into the streets of Hell in an attempt to concentrate on one steady stream of thought.

When billions of people touch the Earth, it’s only natural that coincidences like this rise. Right? He tried desperately to convince himself of different possibilities. It just made no sense.

A knocking at his door made Alastor’s grin curl in deadly malice. He really wasn’t in the mood.

He paced to his door, opened it just enough to fit his body in the frame, and glared down at Charlie. She was wringing her hands together nervously, and only seemed to grow more timid as the heavy, almost palpable ambience of his radio static filled the hallway she stood in.

“I’m busy,” Alastor said bluntly. His lips were curled in a sneer.

“I can tell,” Charlie responded. "I know you don't like talking about yourself-" She began to ramble on about him talking to her about his feelings and whatnot, but Alastor didn’t listen as he shut the door again.

Though, the interruption did give his mind a chance to slow. He sat on a chair in the corner of his room, and opted to fiddle with the radio on the drawer next to him. He tuned it—or, more just magically infused it—to play some jazz to try to keep his head level.

It would take some time to rebuild the dam that held back the memories of his wife. Even just the mere thought of her made him feel weak, and he hated it. The only soul he was capable of falling in love with—gone, forever.

Alastor never took the whole “eternity of damnation” thing seriously, considering the power he held and how comfortable he really was in Hell. However, when he remembered her—

Hell truly was torture. And he was cursed to spend his eternity in death without her.

[angelsdean]

to clarify my prev ask: i dont think he said anything anti destiel but some fans heard jensen say he didnt know what dean was thinking during cas's confession and are acting like he went on a homophobic rant i think.

Oh well then those people are stupid lmaoo. I made a post yesterday about his whole “I forgot to act” line and how I think he over-exaggerates that as a “bit” almost in a strategic way to avoid having to make definitive statements about what dean was feeling in that moment because it’s not his job as an actor to “word of god” tell us these things, esp since dean has not yet actually had the chance to speak his feelings on screen (and this is something that many hope will be explored in the reboot).

Jensen has said so many positive things abt the confession scene over the years. I believe was the first to gush abt it, in an interview shortly after it aired, talking abt how he watched fan reactions to the scene and swapped videos back and forth. How they collaborated on set to come up with the bloody handprint callback. He’s praised Misha’s performance a million times. When spnwin was still airing he teased that he hoped to have Cas appear in the future. Also that he’d love to see what Dean and Cas’s reunion might be and hoped we’d get to see it (also saying dean would want to talk abt Cas’s “goodbye”. Then later saying that Cas’s declaration (“testament”) of love was Clear Text and Cas’s feelings were something understood between the two of them). He’s also said that he played dean sobbing on the bunker floor afterwards as thinking to himself that he should’ve said something. should’ve told Cas he loved him too and hugged him. Said that dean didn’t really process Cas’s words til the empty had already taken Cas and he was alone in the dungeon. At yet ANOTHER con he said that dean’s biggest regret is that he couldn’t save Cas. His BIGGEST. So much shit has happened to him, he lost so many people, and the biggest thing he regrets is not being able to save Cas. And then another time, when asked generally what advice would s15 dean give to s4 dean, he said he would tell younger dean to trust Cas / appreciate him bc he’s going to be one of the most important people in his life (paraphrasing but the was the gist). Like!! He could’ve chosen anything else. Could’ve said he’d warn dean about chuck or some other threat but no, he wanted to tell his younger self abt Cas. Like hmmmm doesn’t sound to me like jensen hates Cas or dean and Cas’s bond. Sounds to me like he understands just how important Cas is to Dean, and how important this relationship is to many fans.

He’s not misha, he’s never going to be misha saying really direct things or overly sexual things abt destiel. That’s not jensen’s style. And also I think people forget that misha gets to be waaay more open abt destiel things bc CAS got to speak his feelings and confess his love. Dean is still a bit in limbo. We can of course interpret and come to our own conclusions based on the text (and I’d argue dean’s feelings have been more explicit throughout the show than Cas’s has been up until the confession scene) but since it hasn’t been spoken in the same way jensen can’t (and won’t —and I agree with him, it’s not his place) “word of god” confirm or deny any of dean’s feelings.

If people want to twist him toeing the line with these things and giving vague / deflecting answers as him being “anti” destiel then they’re just being willfully ignorant and kinda stupid.

[minkshame]

a bit new to eddsworld BUT

how do u pinpoint the main 4 and their general characterization? i struggle a bit to with their personalities and kinda just wanted to learn more about them from anyone

Everyone has their minutiae about the four lads but I can give you my take for sure. Tbh my takes have kind of changed over time! I was a bit legacy-pilled about some aspects for a while and i do still incorporate things from that these days but definitely less. I try to lean into ALL eras when writing.

Everyone has their own ways, but please feel free to use what I say here! I love when people like my ideas. This got long sorry autism

Edd: Probably most mischaracterized by the old fandom. Edd has main character syndrome, I think. He believes he should always get what he wants. He's pretty rude, tho none of them have tact at the end of the day. Legacy softened him a LOT, most likely due to Gould's passing making it a bit of a tender subject to portray the character with negative traits. I do think Edd is soft spoken and a sweet guy if he cares about you, but is he NICE? GENERALLY? no. He'll tell you quite frankly that he thinks you're lame. He'll laugh at your misery. He is the "first to poke fun". He's also immature. Thinks girls have cooties. Watches cartoons in his tighty whities. Has owned the same shirt for 20 years. Creature of habit, doesn't like change. He's also really sentimental. He's here for fun and cats and memes and lame puns and a nice juicy burger he can bite and get the oil dribbling down his chin. I love you Edd

Gender: Cis Male he/him. I can also see Edd as nonbinary Orientation: Bi but also aroacespec in some way. Ethnicity: Born in Britain but I think both of his parents are White/Filipino, making him mixed as well

Tom: While I can get behind the depressed headcanon, I'm not huge on Tom being such a debby downer ALL the time. Ska music is his thing and that's upbeat and trumpety. He's pretty whimsical by default, sarcastic and gooberlike, does the weirdest stuff out the four (drink paint, for example). He is the one cracking the one liners when Edd isn't. He talks impossibly fast. He loves and loathes himself at the same time, and when he drinks he's either the most fun guy you've ever met or the angriest asshole ever. Has one hell of a grumpy face. Has bones in his hair. Is probably double jointed. He's just a freak. Also really creative, just like Edd! But more of a writer/musician than a visual artist.

Tom is really versatile. He can be the cynical voice of reason who hates everything currently happening, or he can be the one causing the problems by blowing everything up with a grin. He can be the tough guy, or the sensitive teddy bear. He's bisexual in every way!

Gender: transmasc, he/him. Transitioned as a young child Orientation: Bi full stop Ethnicity: Also mixed, his dad is white and from Chicago, his mum is black and scouse.

Matt: Matt had the biggest personality shift, so it's nice to place him somewhere in between to keep it faithful. I honestly think beyond does a good job with him. Matt is REALLY self centered no matter what, though. In early shorts he is actually kind of genuinely an evil asshole, and I usually chalk that up to his teenage angsty hyper masc phase. He was "lashing out". I dont LOVE neutered legacy matt, but I do enjoy when he has his fast talking scared ramblings. He does it in Hammer and Fail, i think that is Matt at his best. A little bit of a crybaby, very narrow minded, but able to understand what is going on. Has good ideas on accident.

Is clean with his body and appearance, but horribly disorganized with his possessions. Has every allergy. Probably chronically ill. Sickly victorian child.

I just would describe my matt as fussy. He gets upset about little things, he wrinkles his nose in disgust at you and he does not hide it. He's a disorganized mess but he really notices the little things about people. Weirdly perceptive in areas and clueless in others. Rude, like the rest. If given an inch of affection, will take a mile. Loves to love. hopeless romantic. FUCK THIS GUY!!!! (woman)

Gender: bigender, flips back and forth. (he/she) Orientation: Pan Ethnicity: Irish and English

Tord: The one people really argue over. His legacy personality seems to overtake most fanworks, but I kind of view him as the opposite. Tord in classic has only a few lines, and his character traits are “guns, bacon, hentai”. Ok… so he’s quiet and pretty narrowly focused. So this is key— Autism. He is quite nonverbal. When he does talk, he says things he shouldn’t. He calls people unintelligent, while they can hear it. He means it objectively. He is afraid of women. Or being loved.

Legacy Tord is boisterous. Loud. The controller of the conversation. This is why I saw him as a clone. I can sprinkle bits of him into normal Tord (the habit of inventing or tinkering, a bit of a villain complex) but generally they are different.

I have a particular headcanon about how he was raised that factors into his personality but I think in general if you want to be faithful to classic Tord just make him edgy and maladjusted. He’s too quiet for anyone to notice how bad his opinions are, though.

Gender: Cis Male (he/him) until middle aged and then Transfemme (she/he/it) Orientation: bi. His preferences change as he ages as well. Ethnicity: Norwegian of course

[strryspace]

oh boy so i watched the sixties lotf movie, and everything was good, it was mostly true to the book

and then i watched the nineties one, and i think its actually WORSE than everyones making it out to be, there's so many inaccuracies i don't even know where to start

first off, them starting in the water made me giggle a lil, but then.. ralph i think?? goes down to save an adult.. by the HAIR. HELP?

them being from the same stupid military school is SO dumb, because theres meant to be a distinction between the choir boys and everyone else, and jack makes it a WHOLE THING that hes chapter chorister and can sing c sharp THEREFORE has the credentials to be chief

and theyre meant to be the last to show up after ralph blows the conch, which in the MOVIE, doesnt show up for a hot MINUTE

the point of the arrival of the choir is that they appear as a large black mass at first, which is foreshadowing that they themselves become the true beast later in the book, which made me mad because its one of my FAVOURITE parts in the book because its subtle but oh man it hits you on the reread

plus piggy was supposed to be the first one to stumble upon ralph, it was the whole point of their argument later, 'i was with him before anyone else was', but there isnt even an argument in the movie because EVERYONE goes to explore the island 🥀🥀

AND WHY ARE THERE GLOW STICKS?

they got rid of the parachutist too, and instead of the parachutist appearing on the island by the fire, the adult they saved earlier basically jumpscares a boy in a cave and then the boy stabs him with the spear, which is NOT THE EQUIVALENT TO THE PARACHUTIST ON THE MOUNTAIN!!!

the entire deal with the parachutist being on the mountain is that they then couldn't go back up to where their signal fire was, rendering it useless and rescue borderline impossible

they dont even address it cuz then they just put the fire on the beach anyway?

the parachutist was also to show that whats happening on the island is just a smaller scale of the real world events and the nuance of the world outside the island, to show that the boys wouldnt be safer back home in england like they think, how adults are as bad + WAY WORSE in general

and samneric dont even get captured, they straight up leave WAY earlier than theyre supposed to

+ the adult is just straight up knocked out from his injuries and he goes off wandering and thats how he ends up in the cave

ANOTHER THING!! if movie ralph is colonel, there shouldnt have even BEEN an election, because at the end of the day he literally has superiority over the other cadets, who gaf is jack is older, CUZ HE ISNT THE COLONEL IS HE???

jack wasnt even mad he was like 'i guess you won 🔥', the characterization is so sad and takes away from what theyre all meant to represent

and since there isnt even a choir, simon is basically just some cadet that has a lizard for barely a minute in the movie, in getting rid of the choir you just erase his religious characteristics, and in turn, RUIN HIS CHARACTER ENTIRELY

the SWEARING takes away from so many moments that are meant to be big and contemplative, and so much iconic dialogue was missing, they threw like five lines similar to the book and decided to call it a day

'im sick of your shit and sos my gang!' jack ate this line up though i cant even lie, i had a good chuckle but obviously its still not WHAT HE ACTUALLY SAID

not to mention.. they all help build the shelters, which in the book is one of the biggest problems cuz nobodys helping with the huts and its one of the reasons ralph calls an assembly

speaking of assembly, jack doesnt call one EVER like he does once in the book, and he doesnt even condescend ralph or mention any qualities about him to get the others to dislike him, he also doesnt attempt to redo the count so he can be chief, and its supposed to be a tense scene (at least i imagine it to be) but jack is just like 'okay bye whoever wants to come can come also fuck you ralph'

and people just IMMEDIATELY follow after him rather than slowly disappearing when theyre building the fire on the beach like in the book

also they just put in a random storm i guess for the dramatics but it doesnt fit because in the book the storm was used for simons death to indicate the climax of savagery and violence. yes, there is a storm when they kill simon, but its not as impactful because theres already been a storm and we've witnessed it

the mention of the beastie from the mulberry boy in the beginning aint even there, and they dont call it the beast (which it is LITERALLY ALWAYS KNOWN AS), they call it a monster.

that's another thing, a beast could be anything, it has a more animalistic quality to it, a monster just sounds fake entirely and it doesnt give it the feel of realisticness that the word 'beast' has

we dont see simon go off into his sanctuary at all, another core part of his religious character, and he also doesnt faint a single time

roger and simon get whitewashed but whos really surprised with that one anymore

when they hunt for the 'beast' ralph isnt even there and there wasnt even an assembly

theres also no slight confrontation between jack and roger after piggys death, taking away from his intimidating behaviour and overall character once again

when ralph goes back to castle rock and sees samneric, they just say 'you arent supposed to be here, blah blah blah roger sharpened a stick at both ends' ralph literally goes 'you need to stand up to him or youll just be another one of his slaves!!' and then scurries off, never let this guy do a pep talk ever

there is an assembly where ralph addresses the fact that everyone is horsing around, but due to the lack of BEAST it is basically useless because part of the assembly was addressing the nonsensical fear that reigned over the island, which meant simon didnt get to say his ICONIC LINES and also ONCE AGAIN takes away from their characters as a whole

jack doesnt even say 'bollocks to the rules' 🥀🥀 literally one of his silliest but genuine lines and they took it away from him

also they need to stop making jack blonde because hes described to be a redhead with a shit ton of freckles

and what do you know they made simon simply STARE at the pig's head, which the other movie does too but at least they could afford a few inaccurate things here and there because they mostly stayed on track

the events of the movie are simply ALL over the place and pretty much contradicts everything the book was trying to say and do, because by taking away certain things like the choir and the beginning with piggy and ralph, youre just saying 'what if there was an island. what if we put boys on it' AND THEN FILMED IT AND ATTACHED IT TO LORD OF THE FLIES' NAME

in the beginning, jack doesnt really make much of an effort to try to kill the piglet and plus the piglet wasnt even trapped so once again, there was very little tension and emphasis on it, which is unfortunate because its one of jacks important scenes, it shows his lingering innocence and the civilized part of him that's still in there despite his crude nature

if theres any more i can think of, ill edit this and add it

overall, im unimpressed and disappointed, i heard it was bad, but god i didnt know it was THIS bad

[bbyquokka]

fizzy pop

– yn has a habit of bottling up their emotions, chan comforts them & explains the importance of communicating about feelings/emotions.

pairing | bang chan x gender neutral reader

genre | angst w comfort – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | established relationship, mental health (low moods, low/no motivation, lose of interest in hobbies/things), pet names.

words | 2k ~ ( 2,042 )

notes | idk why but i've been putting off on posting this for months, maybe bc im nervous 🤔 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

m.list — wips list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

it's just another day. another day of just being there. another day of feeling like you have no purpose in life except to please others. another day of wondering “what is the purpose of me being here?” you fake smiles, say you're "ok" because saying how you actually feel is exhausting.

aside from it feeling exhausting, you also don't want to draw attention to yourself and when you do speak, you feel stupid for doing so, so you keep it all in, bottle it up until it's too much for you to handle. some days you wonder why you even bother to get out off bed.

is it because of the birds you hear outside? the sun's heat that you want to feel on your skin? could it be the laughter and chitter chatter of others? or maybe you want to hear the rain on the leaves–who knows. all you know is that everyday is the same and it's tiring.

the days merge into one. what day is it even? monday? tuesday? oh wait, it's saturday morning. time doesn't exist anymore. in your mind you see no point in getting up out of bed because again, what's the point? 

so why is it that your boyfriend is gently shaking you, asking, no, begging you to get up.

“darlin'. please get up.” chan whispers as he gently shakes you by the shoulders. you sigh deeply, a tired sigh that causes chan to swallow and his suspicions to come to light.

you pull the duvet over your head, body curled in a small and fragile ball. the curtains are still drawn providing darkness despite the morning rays that wish to peak inside. 

chan has been up since the crack of dawn. he has showered, made breakfast and managed to get dressed. he gave you some extra time to sleep in because he knows you're not a morning person but when the number nine on his watch turned to twelve and you're still not up and out, does he grow concerned.

he's had his suspicions for a while. he's noticed how defeated you sound. how there is little to no energy in the words you speak. he's tried everything to cheer you up, thinking, hoping you were just having an off day. but that off day turned into an off week which slowly, but surely, turned into an off month.

you lost your passion for being creative, lost the will to make anything which you despise. being creative is one of the many pleasures you have in life, to be able to make something and share your creations with others is exhilarating but when you feel like this, your mood turns bitter and cold towards everything you do which results in you resenting everything you create.

you lost the energy to speak to people. to pick up the phone and just talk. you're not deliberately ignoring nor trying to be difficult but keeping conversations flowing is just too hard right now and when you think they're giving you the same energy back do you feel so guilty. 

what have i done to deserve this? why am i forced to feel like this. you find yourself questioning everything late at night. your head loud as soon as it hits the pillow and no amount of music you blast down your ears can silence those thoughts.

everything is so exhausting. everything is the same. you just want to disappear whether that be for a few days or forever, you're not quite sure, but certain people around you wont allow that to happen. they are keeping you afloat, head above water. you desperately and silently wish they never let you go, no matter how hard you fight and push them away.

“baby, please.” chan's words dripped with desperation. his knees on the bed behind you as he kneels causing the mattress to dip. his hands on your shoulders gently as his eyes bore into the duvet, burning holes into it until he is burning holes into you. tears threaten to spill down his soft cheeks as he becomes increasingly worried for you.

“chan..“ you whisper, your words shaking. “please.. leave me alone.” 

he swallows. those three last words he hates to hear. now he is left in a difficult position. should he do as you say and leave you? leave you to fester and rot in your own thoughts and feelings. watch you melt into the mattress and become nothing but a lifeless shell. or should he force himself, force you to acknowledge him. show you, tell you that's it's going to be ok–even if you don't believe him in the beginning.

but this is chan and you know more than anyone how stubborn chan can be.

“lets go take a shower yn, together! and maybe we can go out and get lunch at that café you love so much?”

silence. 

“or how about we go to that art shop! pick up those water colours you've been eyeing up for months?”

silence.

“ok well, what about some new cloth–”

“chan please!” you snap, causing him to jump. “what part of leave me alone don't you understand?!”

you don't mean to sound harsh and you hope chan doesn't take it to heart. the last thing you want is to hurt the one person you adore so much. luckily, chan knows you don't mean it but it doesn't hurt him any less.

“all of it.” he softly speaks. you feel the weight being lifted up off the mattress and footsteps against the wood flooring before the bedroom door squeaks open at the hinges.

your heart breaks. hot angry tears finally being set free and rolling down the bridge of your nose and cheeks, soaking into the material of your pillow. you sob, curling up into a ball even more as your heart aches in your chest. you grip onto the pillow as you silently cry out for chan, thinking he has completely left you alone.

but you did ask for it so why do you feel so guilty?

the duvet gets pulled back from you, the cold air hitting your hot and sweaty skin. the mattress dips once again as an arm snakes over your midriff. chest being pressed against your back as chan spoons you.

“don't cry, darlin'. i'm here, your channie is here.” his soft words provide you with a sense of comfort and an indescribable feeling of warmth as well as relief. his hand strokes your soft stomach, his lips kissing your neck so tenderly you worry that he isn't really there. 

“c-chan…” you sob through your words as a way of confirmation. you can't breathe, the pain of everything that's built up over the past months is making it impossible for you to breathe. your mind fogs over as your chest heaves up and down.

you struggle to take breaths as tears stream down your face. your pillow becomes soaked with your tears. chan strokes your unwashed hair gently, hushing you and singing softly to help ground you.

“sh sh sh. you're ok, you're safe.” he whispers.

“sorry! i'm sorry!” you repeat over and over again in your fits of tears. chan continues to hush you, noticing that it's not working so he gently rolls you over to face him and pulls you into his naked chest. 

the warmth and softness of his skin calms you down in an instant. his natural scent hugs your nostrils and sinks into your heart, soothing your heartbeat as well as your mind. you grip onto him, desperately trying to cling onto something before resulting in wrapping your arms around him tightly. 

he gives you a bear hug. arms around your shoulders gently, fingers raking and massaging your scalp. his chest wet with tears as he continues to hush you through your episode.

there isn't much he can do when you're crying like this except wait. wait for it to pass–and it does, fifteen minutes later.

“better?” he gently asks. you peer up at him to notice that his own cheeks are wet with a few tears slowly falling.

“you're crying..” you whisper as you reach up and wipe the tears away. chan laughs softly before leaning into your touch. “why?”

“because it pains me to see you like this, my love.” that guilt comes back, settling in your stomach and wrapping itself around your heart, like black fog. you look down, tears falling from your lower lash line.

“sorry..” you mumble.

“hey.” chan unwraps his arms from you to gently lift up your head. “it hurts because i can't do anything about it. it hurts because i love you! seeing you in so much pain is rough darling. and it's not physical pain either, it's not like i can put a band aid on your wound.”

“i'm sorry i'm like this, chan. sorry i'm so difficult and such a disappointment.”

“oi.” his tone of voice turns stern which causes you to look up at him. his brows furrowed together as he reaches and strokes your cheek. “you're not a disappointment or difficult baby. it's ok to feel like this, to have off days and feel like nothing is right, however, you have to come to me when you feel like this! or if you can't come to me, talk to a friend.”

“but i hate talking about my feelings, chan.. i feel like a burden and that it just bores people and when i do confined in people, it feels like i don't get the comfort i expect to get so i'm left thinking if it's worth it and if i just expect too much from people.”

“what have i told you about bottling things up, mhm?”

“that it's just going to keep building and building until i explode.” you mumble to which chan hums and nods too

“imagine you're a bottle of fizzy pop. your body is the bottle, your feelings are the fizzy liquid. what happens when you shake a bottle of fizzy pop?”

“it bubbles and explodes, creating a huge mess.”

“and what happens when you bottle your feelings up?”

“i get shaken up by the smallest of things, which causes me to bubble and explode..”

“mhm. you have to remember, my darling, that how you feel is valid. your feelings are valid. you might seem like it's something so small or stupid, but that something small could build and build and build.”

“so i should come to you whenever i feel negative?”

“yes.”

“even if i'm frustrated at a piece of work? even if i can't get a recipe right and it annoys me?”

“yes.”

“but that is so small and not as important..”

“yn, if it's bothering you then it's big. if it's bothering you, it's important to me. if you feel angry, upset, energy less, i beg that you come to me or to a friend! it's important that we voice these things, let it be known because you'll feel better.” he tucks your hair behind your ear gently before you nuzzle into his chest, thinking about what he's saying.

he is correct. he always is and that's the thing that sometimes bothers you, but in a good way! it just means that you can't hide anything from chan, whether it's good or bad and when you are feeling down, chan is always there to pick you back up and dust you off, providing you with love and comfort.

“shall we go shower together to start the day?”

“isnt it a bit late for that? besides, hasn't your day already started?” you mumble against his chest.

“it's never too late to start the day and besides, i don't mind ‘restarting’ my day if it means i get to do it with you.” he kisses the top of your head gently, stroking your back as you tangle your legs with his.

“soon.”

“soon?” he questions.

“i just want to spend some more minutes with you..”

“we can spend as many minutes together as you like, my darling. as long as you're happy and content.”

“i'm always happy and content with you, chan. you're my safe space.”

“and i hope i continue to be and provide you with that safe space, yn.”

[erwinsvow]

What about reader being Langdon’s sister 👀 she’s so different to her older brother, sweet and quiet and doesn’t show off, Langdon is definitely the protective type as well, can imagine if we had seen them interact more Abbot and Langdon would butt heads frequently

ooooo i like this a lot. as always its langdons adopted sister dont forget it folks. hmm you’re cooking because it would be really funny if everyone was expecting langdon 2.0. little langdon!!!! like little grey. and maybe you’re very different from him so it’s even funnier. if someone asks for langdon they have to clarify which one. if they say ‘the nice one’ they mean you!! i think it’d be funny to see them bickering over patient care like siblings fighting over a toy. your langdon-ness really comes out when you’re arguing with frank over course of action but disappears with virtually everyone else though they know it’s inside of you (like when a patient is rude and you say something biting without thinking twice about it or when it comes to defending your favorite attending because your brother is a dumbass. guess who, by the way.) because they put you on night float after the first few months because everyone’s gotta suck it up and try it at least once. you didn’t even expect yourself to like it as much as you do, though you know why you do. in a sea of a hundred people in day shift telling you you’re nothing like frank, jack stops you after your first night shift and tells you he sees a lot of your brother in you. and you’re confused but it’s seven am so you go home and think about what he meant the entire day. ask for an explanation the next day—you know robby likes your brother but you’ve never heard anything about jack getting along with him (makes sense. your brother is such a nuisance. you don’t know how mel puts up with him all day.) and then jack says something about how you both have great instincts and quick hands and when you jump headfirst into a trauma and say you’ve got a spidey sense about something he sees frank in you back when he was a first year on night float with jack. and your response is you think i have great instincts? and so he kind of laughs and you kind of stick to night shift long after you should have begged to be pulled off. and oh ho, boy is your brother mad when he finds out you two are dating. even besides the age difference which is appalling to him (though he watched heather and robby go nuts for each other for six months their first year and did nothing but encourage heather to go for it) he’s your boss!!! he’s your attending!! it’s a conflict of interest (like him dating a co-resident isn’t when he’s about to be an attending next year.) and suddenly frank goes from arguing with you at every turn to very seriously defending you and having a stern conversation with jack about his intentions and eventually cracks and yells at him—by the way, jack is still his attending, he’s still a fourth year—and yells something like you can’t date my sister! and then something else about you’re twice her age and she’s a first year and i don’t care about robby and collins and this is not the same thing and- jack listens very patiently, and then looks around at the dozen people who overheard the conversation, pats frank on the shoulder, and walks away. and when you find out what happened is the first time everyone in the day shift saw just how much like frank you could really be

[ghostly-bat]

re: the clark & damian topic - so I am a fan who doesn't ship the other bat & supes combos but does for jondami and part of the reason why is bc how the dynamics of their parents lend itself in the ship; im a sucker for childhood friends to lovers but there's something so charming about both being the sort where there's no hesitation to know and treat their partner (in heroing and in romance) as a priority. Clark as a parent, watching this dynamic evolved, worried because Damian at that age and with first impressions can be a lot-- he is a child who is processing a ton of trauma, i think at that point of time has *died* and came back; he has seen the ugly side of their world, been a part of it for so long.

But in my interpetation, Clark does pick up a few things just observing Damian: a) he's tries so hard to be good and b) he wants to be seen as useful so badly. And how can your heart NOT soften at that? I think that what would ultimately win Clark over and let Jon & Damian's friendship persist. It's that human quality and proof that goodness is a skill thats honed, empathy is a purposeful choice. Damian is sharp-tongued and clever enough to get under most people's skin, but how can a father, especially when that child is your #1 superhero friend's kid, see Damian and go like "obviously I would never ever let him around my kid"? Character precedes reputation.

I also love / hc as Damian veers into civilian life more, opting the doctor life, him finding that bond with Lois. I know Lois is currently superwoman but in this outlook, I love her presence and purpose as a civilian in Clark's stories and Dami is sooooo fascinating taking that unique path of hero -> civilian. Maybe they're in their funny little support group of sorts, though Damian would refused to admit that what it was.

Because she would be the one who know how to balance loving a Super and not being in the life that way. Them having dinners while maybe a disaster happening in the world, even if both have that instinct of wanting to be there and help. Damian is horrible at the waiting, he gets antsy, but he has that faith of his Super always coming back. Lois commiserate on the idea of what if im a burden? what if im not useful, constantly? i think it was you mention this but God is that relatable to her, daughter of Sam Lane. Like idk if you watch my adventures with superman but that Lois version and Damian would (emotionally) be similar in that case; i see doctor Damian being such a risk taker, even though he can never truly shake his bat cautiousness and Lois always being his number 1 to bat 🙂‍↕️ yes it was reckless but between the choice of doing good and doing nothing, she'd do the same too.

Also a side thought: it's so funny people harp that Clark's favorite Robin is Dick and I agree because, as canon dictates, they're friends. But I do like to think Damian has that special place because he's the Robin he knows from the perspective of being a father. And that's so different from his other experiences with the Robin. He doesn't doubt any of the robins capabilities but gosh, this is a child, his child's best friend/crush, etc. He's a little spitfire, he's prickly like a stray wanting love, and he's so deeply introspective on the nature of life + people, I have the picture of this scenario where Clark has this version of 20 questions that most Bats hate on instinct of "thats too personal" but Damian seems to really love, after the performance of "no i dont want to give my secrets". Clark is an investigative journalist with a wife that won awards, he's people savvy, he knows how to ask the right question but I like the idea of how often Damian surprises him and make him pause, in a good way and in a sad way because a LOT of those answers are windows into Damian's unique upbringing.

Or another scenario where there's a silly dilemma where Superman wants to rope Jon and Damian into an adventure thats "age appropriate" and at first both kids are whining because it's very kiddie-- helping to catch this neighbor feral and her kittens. However, as soon as Damian finds the first kitten, he locks in and by nature of competitiveness, so does Jon. I know Jon would likely not want to a cat around because of his childhood incident but the Kents fostering the kittens and feral to be barn cats at his grandparents' old farm is cute. It becomes Damian's intitial excuse to come visit often and Clark knows this. That was the round about goal, funnily enough because he would quickly understand that Damian's love of animals is one of his quirks unique for his son's Robin.

🙂‍↕️ thats... all. Have a good day!

First! I'm with you when it comes to only shipping jondami when it cames to all the other super/bat ships I feel it and Two! I'm gonna plug two of my own post that I've made before that describes why I personally really like jondami as a concept cus I feel like me and you are the same when it comes to that and the other is a one shot I write about the similarities between Damian and Lois because ugh I absolutely love the idea of them bonding over the fact that they are just civilians and and they can only do so much but they do the best that they can.

And she 100% would be a support for Damian and I think he'd be one for her too in return because now she has someone who also understands what it's like to be with a super.

Love the idea of Clark taking both Jon and Damian to just do simple ground work as heroes. Especially for Damian who's so used to fast, hectic, adrenaline pumping type of hero work that for him to do some nice and simple is so good for him just to show him that "hey you don't have to just punch bad guys in the face to help the people around you, sometimes all you have to do is help a cat out of a tree and that invoke the same feeling" it's an incredibly sweet gesture when you think about it and helps give both Jon and Damian a sense of normalcy of just being kids and helping a community that doesn't always involve having to fight or putting yourself in danger.

And I agree I think Clark would find Damian quite interesting to say the least compared to all the other Robins before him. I feel like Damian with all the knowledge he was provided with growing up is very introspective and is able to have deep philosophical conversations and I also think that in return he would also ask Clark questions that Clark himself probably never thought to ask and that would also surprise him to say the least. I can see both Clark and Lois having some deep amazing conversations with Damian about certain topics and Jon just beaming at the fact that his parents and Damian are bonding with each other.

And Clark would find so many quirks about Damian that just makes so much sense for him to be Jon's robin that make him so unique lol. Damian loves animals, he makes art, knows how to play instruments, watches anime and reads romance manga, he draws comics about himself and the people around him.

Clark looks at both his son and Damian and it's just like "Yeah... they make sense together"