#like they are more so acting in extremes but it’s in character

[viridescentelf]

Yandere elf x reader - Valentine’s Day

happy valentine‘s day y‘all 👽

Silas Character and Art belongs to @meo-eiru pls go to her and tell she‘s the queen of yandere

since so many peeps asked for more Silas smut, here‘s him „cleaning“ you. Don‘t know how lore accurate this is so pls forgive me if i missed something! i also didn‘t really proof-read so oops 😶‍🌫️

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, noncon, oral sex, general nsfw

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His long tongue lapped up your sweet and sour juices. You squirmed, both from the explosive pleasuring scale and his firm grip on your wrists.

You had been telling him about the concept of Valentine‘s Day (some true and untrue things because you could), as he thought it was only humans named Valentine that could celebrate their love on this manufactured holiday. Understanding that it meant showing love to anyone you feel deeply towards - even mothers - Silas hurried to remedy his misunderstanding.

You had never seen the elf change that quickly before. He had adorned some kind of elven festive garb and placed several beautiful flowers in his own and your hair (you watched him from the window scurry around the garden to find them), weaving the stems neatly (and fast) into your strands.

He then asked what humans traditionally did on Valentine‘s Day. You mentioned flowers, chocolates and date nights - trying to skirt around the topic of sex - by using the word „cuddling“. It was something you didn‘t really mind with him, he was extremely cozy to lean into, his soft muscles giving ample cushioning, even if he didn‘t let go of you unless you needed to pee.

Your eyes had followed Silas running into the kitchen and frantically throwing ingredients together to make pralines and chocolates. The house smelled amazing. He hectically returned to the living room where you were reading, chocolate smeared all over his dopy face, to ask if you preferred strawberry or raspberry. You had only gotten to „rasp-„ before he quickly turned to finish his craft.

You had thought this wasn‘t half bad. It was really entertaining watching him cook, bake and decorate with the speed of a doom‘s day dad preparing for the end of the world.

A few hours had passed. Silas had picked you up from the couch and carried you quickly to the dinner table, where he had lit so many candle that you had to blink rapidly through the blinding light. The chocolates were all individually wrapped and adorned with sweet messages. The food he cooked looked amazing, but it was frankly hard to see all of the details through the flickering little fires. Silas placed you on his lap and fed you everything, beyond your stomach‘s ability and despite you saying that you were full.

Feeling woozy from the excess food, you lay catatonic in his arms as every squeeze within the cuddle session made you even more nauseous.

„My darling! I love you I love you I love you I love you!“

He peppered kisses on you as you tried to focus on not throwing up. His kisses helped, whatever was in his weird saliva simultaneously healed you while you knew he was trying to prepare you for what he wanted next.

He hadn‘t cleaned you yet. You had tried to distract him with various other Valentine‘s Day traditions (some of which you made up, like how the greatest act of love is having to do an interpretive dance outside with twigs in your mouth which you watched with absolute glee), but he never missed this part of the day regardless of how hard you tried to get him off schedule. He was relentless that way.

You were still too full to move. He knew this.

Laying you out on the bed, you watched him remove your trousers and underwear. The ravenous glare in his eye always threw you off, every time. It was so menacing and filled with what felt like eons of pent up desire that it shut you up instantly.

His green eyes shimmered as he saw you leaking already, ready for him because of his aphrodisiac sputum and whatever else he added to your meal and chocolates.

He never really told you what he gave you.

What would it matter? You couldn‘t stop him anyway.

Silas‘s head lowered and you instinctively raised your arms to try to push his head away. He grabbed them so fast and held them down onto the soft mattress, that your arms sank deeper into the cushioning.

„There, there…let mama clean you up…“

His grip didn‘t hurt, but it was like cement blocks lying on top of your hands. There was no way you could get them out.

He kissed you. Your body squirmed slowly in response, because it just felt so marvelous. The tongue wreathed out of his smiling lips and traced you, mapping out its course. Your back arched expectingly, but he took his time, breathing his temperate air onto you - warning of the incoming impact.

Silas’ long tongue punched into you and you let out a deep rooted moan you had never heard yourself make before. It snaked through your walls like the invader it was and you felt his hands shake with his own pleasure.

He lapped everything up, your water flooding out of you uncontrollably without a stop in sight.

His mouth wrapped around you and sucked gently, every pop from the release making your spine curl even further. The stinging tingling clenching fiercely and surrounding your entire lower body, every lick, kiss and suction pushing your further.

You climaxed many times, from the penetration and from his feverish licking, every new flick causing your hips to convulse furiously.

He was saying something, but you couldn‘t hear with dark moans escaping your throat. He quickly returned to his task, letting you grow weaker with every orgasm.

You knew hours passed, because the light from the window was dimming. He had feasted on you for so long that the mattress was soaked.

Finally letting up, happy with his cleaning job, he pulled you up into a seated position while his growth pointed like a dagger at your face, his tall stature looming over you.

He huffed, as his giant hand caressed your cheek. Your exhausted eyes stared up at him.

„M-milking time darling…“

[sentient-stove]

If feels like being a fan of any batfam character means dealing with constant mischaracterization and a lack of desire to learn about said character

I think it’s perfectly valid as a fan to have a singular perception of a character. Whether it’s from a fanfic, Webtoon, official work etc

What isn’t okay is when fans who don’t engage with the more canon nuance walk up and act like their extremely one dimensional, ooc version of the character is accurate.

Tim Drake is not an uwu gay boi™️ who stays up 24/7 with a coffee addiction. That arrogant son of a bitch has consistently wrangled Batman and defeated antagonists that other characters can’t.

Stephanie Brown is not your happy go lucky girl who’s only personality trait is that she likes waffles jfc. She literally bribed a guard once so she could go into her father’s cell and beat the shit out of him.

And Cassandra Cain isn’t mute. Maybe at one point of the comics she was, but her writing was originally extremely trope-y around the “mute Asian girl who’s a weapon” and she has been able to communicate at the very least since her Batgirl run in 2000. Does she have difficulty picking what words to use sometimes? Yes, but English is also her second language and it’d be the same for anyone else.

Duke exists!!! I wanna see him in fanfic!! He outsmarted the Riddler at like age 7!! He’s not the “only sane batfam member” he’s out here riding the day shift solo and would absolutely throw a brick at a cop!!! He’s an incredible character, and writers and DC NEED to explore how Gotham having an active nightlife has likely moved a TON of crime to daylight hours!!! Free my boy from the ether!!!!

Damian is not a goddamn feral child. He’s a child who was basically disowned by his grandfather and then shipped off to a new country and then almost immediately the entire family dynamic shifted, leaving him, a NINE YEAR OLD CHILD. CHILD having to navigate and survive when all he was taught was that the world needed to be purged because it was corrupt. His dad DIED. How on earth was he supposed to react to all the upheaval?!? HE WAS NINE.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

I really enjoyed the sorting questions that you went through for the golden trio + draco. What do you think Voldemort's would look like? I can see him as a slytherin with a gryffindor runner-up as an inverse to Harry's.

Thank you! Glad you liked my sorting method (I actually use it when making OCs for non-HP projects too since it's a useful character breakdown).

Previously on this series:

1. How I sort characters and how the Golden Trio are all Gryffindors for different reasons

2. Draco Malfoy is a Slytherin with very few Slytherin traits

Now, onto Tom Riddle Jr. I can definitely see him as a Slytherin with a Gryffindor runner-up. It's kind of how I always saw him, but let's break it down:

I will add that most of what I'm saying here would make more sense if you knew how I see TMR/Voldemort and I have a whole masterpost for Tom Riddle essays here since I'm not delving too deeply into the evidence and analysis in this post, which is more of an overview.

1. Problem Solving - what is the go-to method of said character to solve problems in a situation that isn't a life-and-death threat. Both without a time limit and on a time crunch.

So, when Tommy has time to plan, he organizes a show. He's dramatic, over the top, and meticulous. He 100% practiced saying "the boy who lived, come to die" before Harry heard it. He studied for his exams, he experiments, he researches. This guy is a dedicated Ravenclaw when he has the time and means.

The Infri cave with the locket is something this nerd felt proud of making. It's kind of an escape room if you think about it. You gotta solve the magical riddles to get through.

He likes inventing his own potion of despair, making up all the wards and spells on the boat and the curse he placed on the ring was probably of his making too. Point is, he's creative, dedicated, and goes about it with an academic air.

So that's a point for Ravenclaw.

I will note though, that Tom cares about how things are done. He doesn't like unnecessary death. He needs to defeat Harry in a proper duel and not just poison him like a Slytherin would. Even when he has all the time in the world to plan, Tom's methods will be ones he considers "the right way" to go about something — which is a point to Gryffindor.

When on a time crunch, he is bold and rash. He makes extreme choices quickly and on the spur of the moment. Like, "oh, Myrtel accidentally died, no matter, I'll try out this new Horcrux spell I found before anyone finds out". His idea to frame Hagrid was also spur of the moment. He didn't actually think it through and in retrospect, he thought it was stupid and he couldn't believe anyone believed him:

but I admit, even / was surprised how well the plan worked. I thought someone must realize that Hagrid couldn’t possibly be the Heir of Slytherin. It had taken me five whole years to find out everything I could about the Chamber of Secrets and discover the secret entrance ... as though Hagrid had the brains, or the power!

(CoS)

But it was the choice he made when he had no time to think things through and was acting on impulse. Tom, isn't cunning when he doesn't have the time to plan, but he definitely makes bold moves and fast.

So that's another point to Gryffindor.

2. Problem-solving under threat of death - when the situation gets really dangerous, how do they deal with it?

We don't see Tom honestly scared often, but when he knows the game is up at the end of book 7, when his Death Eaters are dying and Harry tells him he's the master of the Elder Wand, what does Tom do?

He attacks.

He is unwilling to show he is defeated. He stands proud and brave. He doesn't even try to think of a cunning solution or a way out. He doesn't try to run away (even though he could've apparated away! I mean he could break the anti-apparition wards on the ministry) he stays and fights to his death.

So this is another point to Gryffindor.

Though, I'll give him his first Slytherin point for pride and not being willing to show weakness ever.

3. What they aspire for - what do they want to accomplish for themselves. Be it an ambition towards a job or something they want to just be better at.

Here Tom gets another Slytherin point.

Tom wants to be revered. He wants to be praised and looked up to. He wants to be the greatest. The best. At everything. He wants to be known, he wants a legacy, he wants to never die.

He wants to never be poor, helpless, forgotten orphan Tom Riddle ever again.

He has so many ambitions, he wants a lot and works towards all of it. He is honestly kinda greedy in the way he wants it all.

4. Motivations - why do they do the things they do? What gets them up in the morning?

Arrogance and spite.

Tom wants everything he wants becouse he honestly thinks he is better and greater than basically everyone else. He sees very few people as close to equal to him, be they muggles or wizards. He considers himself the best. Very Slytherin pride, on his part.

And he's petty and spiteful. He likes to say about himself how merciful and above mundane pettiness he is, but he actually isn't. He's lying to himself.

I mean, he dislikes Peter, so he forces him to essentially be Snape's servant. He wants to humiliate the Malfoys because Lucius disappointed him and he is so petty about it every second he sits over Lucius' head in his own manor and humiliates him and his family. Tom is obsessed with Harry because Harry is that one taint on his otherwise perfect record. And Tom Riddle doesn't do grades below an O. He can't fail.

He is an arrogant and spiteful perfectionist. This drive and ambition to perfection in everything he does gives him a point for Slytherin.

5. Defining trait - if you need to choose one trait to define them, what would it be?

Self-hatred.

I know it sounds weird, I mean, this is Voldemort, super proud dark lord who has people bow down to him, how can this be his most defining trait?

Well, it's becouse it's at the core of everything that makes him him. It's why he became a dark lord, in a way.

Why is Tom as spiteful as he is and strives for greatness and perfection as he does? Becouse he wants to be known. He wants validation and praise. He wants other people to see him as great.

This need for validation and praise is a Slytherin point. But there is more to that.

When I say self-hatred, I mean it. For all of Tom's supposed fixation on never dying, he actually has very little self-preservation. He tears up his own soul in experimental rituals to make Horcruxes. He keeps endangering himself in battle because of his arrogance, yes, but also because he really doesn't mind putting himself in a lot of risk. When he wants things done (killing the Potters, facing Harry & Dumbledore in the DoM, chasing after the elder Wand in Germany) he does it himself, danger be damned.

Yes, he thinks everyone else is beneath him, but he doesn't think that highly of himself either. This leads nicely into the next question and a point to Gryffindor for his surprising lack of self-preservation instincts.

6. Valued trait - if they had to pick their favorite trait about themselves, what would they pick?

Intelligence/skill.

Remember what I said about Tom not thinking that highly of himself? Yeah, well, he sees his own intelligence and skill (the only stuff he ever got praise and attention for) as the only aspects of himself of value. He never really appreciated his own personality traits (even though you could say something about his determination or resilience, but he doesn't really care for it that much. I think he doesn't fully consciously think of his own traits this way, really). He doesn't actually like his looks all that much either and was glad to shed them for an inhuman appearance to show how much more he is than everyone else.

But he does truly appreciate his own intelligence and skill in magic above all else.

Which gives another point to Ravenclaw.

7. Values - what traits do they completely despise in others? What traits do they appreciate in others?

He despises traitorous cowards.

Think how he treats Wormtail — he derides the fact he betrayed James and Lily even though it helped him. He hates his sniveling and cowardice. He appreciates bravery and boldness and above all loyalty.

So, that's another Gryffindor point.

He also appreciates skill, cleverness, and cunning in others.

There's a reason he likes Snape as much as he does. Snape is ambitious, talented, intelligent, and clever. Tom likes clever people and he dislikes stupidity.

So, that's another Ravenclaw point.

8. And finally, which house do they want?

I'm not sure how many notions Tom came to Hogwarts with, when he sat on that stole with the sorting hat on his head, which house did he want to go to?

I think it was Slytherin.

Not just becouse Dumbledore was the head of Gryffindor, but because of what the hat probably told him. I mean, the hat told Harry this about Slytherin:

“Not Slytherin, eh?” said the small voice. “Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that

(PS)

And little Tom wants to be great, he wants to be known and praised (Even the older Tom wants these things, if, he isn't as desperate). He wants to live up to what Ollivanders said about his want:

“Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember. ... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter. ... After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great.”

(PS)

And if Slytherin is the path to greatness, that's where he'd want to go. And that ambition, choosing a house for his ambition and desire for glory, that is a point for Slytherin.

Tallying up the points:

G - 5, S - 5, H - 0, R - 3

So this actually gives us a Slytherin and Gryffindor hat stall for Tom. So, yeah.

As a refresher to my other sortings from my former posts for comparison:

Harry: G - 5, S - 4, H - 3, R - 0 (Gryffindor with Slytherin runner-up)

Hermione: G - 9, S - 2, H - 0, R - 1 (True Gryffindor)

Ron: G - 6, S - 4, H - 1, R - 1 (Gryffindor with Slytherin tendencies)

Draco: G - 3, S - 5, H - 3, R - 0 (Slytherin (The hat did make the call instantly))

I honestly found this one interesting to do. Tom is a bit of a messy character who is very contradictory. He thinks he is the best, but he still hates most of who he is. He talks a lot about Slytherin's legacy, but he isn't exactly the epitome of cunning and his behavior is very Gryffindor-ish. I will give him ambition though, he got that down.

[distort-opia]

in the tags of a post, you mentioned joker changing demeanor when he's alone, but he doesn't become another person, he becomes "nothing". do you have suggestions for comics where that happens? thanks!

Sure! There's one comic I can think of that recently and explicitly did this, and it's The Joker (2021):

The Joker (2021) #3

You can argue that we're not seeing Joker do any of that, this is Jim Gordon's perception of him. However, it puts into words a fundamental reality about Joker's character: he doesn't really exist. And James Tynion continues to approach Joker this way, the entire comic.

The Joker (2021) #4

Here, alone, Joker is blank and unsmiling. But the second he perceives that Jim is awake, he smiles. It's a very clear callback to what Jim thought of earlier.

But "Joker" being a persona that gets constantly put on and taken off is a core aspect of him, so it can be found in many many comics. Alan Moore's The Killing Joke (1988) provided the utterly essential "multiple choice past" concept. Although to be fair, even before TKJ came out, we had Frank Miller write Joker into a catatonic state in The Dark Knight Returns (1986). Miller introduced the idea that "Joker" without Batman (his main audience) does not exist to the point of becoming insensate: the most extreme version of "becoming nothing" when not perceived. And then Grant Morrison gave it an even more concrete shape with the theory of Joker being super-sane, and shedding selves like snakes shed skin. This is most obvious in Batman (1940) #663 -- A Clown At Midnight.

There's really so many examples, especially Batman-related ones, so I'm just naming a few. In Batman: Going Sane (1994) we see "Joker" disappear upon Batman's perceived death, and the man who called himself "Joker" inventing a new identity called Joe Kerr. Morrison did the exact same by making Joker unable to keep up the act after thinking Batman was dead and becoming Oberon Sexton, as revealed in Batman and Robin (2009) #12. In the alternate world of Mother Panic: Gotham A.D. (2018) we see Joker stop being "Joker" entirely when it becomes clear Batman is gone. Though perhaps Scott Snyder wrote the most extreme Joker has ever been regarding his lack of self: a Joker who had his face cut off and then wore it like a mask, in Batman: Death of the Family. You can't get any more literal about the whole "Joker doesn't truly exist" thing, really.

[suzukiblu]

In "you're a real katch" I'm a bit stuck on how no one's noticed Superboy supposedly having visited Superman but having no memory of it and etc with Match impersonating him. I do feel like what's going down now should reveal that one cause this is a bit of a major thing to miss.

I'm overthinking this.

I am enjoying Match getting comfort and etc.

This clone needs therapy

This clone needs SO much therapy, hahaha.

I absolutely also overthink, lol, you are not alone, friend. So my thought process with Matching going repeatedly unclocked by Clark starts with Match only supposed to have done these visits/drop-ins a handful of times spread out OVER time, and is probably also counting times where he was passing for Kon long-term and no one found out 'til later, so it wouldn't typically be a super-regular thing with a ton of chances for Clark to notice anything weird.

Historically Match only HAS gotten clocked as "Not Actually Kon", like, MAYBE twice that I can recall--once by Tana, who got him pretty much cold, and once by Tim and Cissie when the Agenda had him start yelling about INCREDIBLY out of character for Kon shit on national television (after weeks if not MONTHS of NOT previously clocking him), and if it's happened any other times that weren't deliberate reveals I don't know about 'em. Even KON wasn't sure if Match wasn't an alternate version of him during the whole Suicide Squad thing! Hell, even MATCH wasn't, though like, obvi that was Amanda Waller's fault, but still canon! Still counts, haha!

In general Match is depicted as being REAL convincing at passing for Kon to the point that even deliberate acts of sabotage he commits in the process look like shit that people could genuinely believe Kon would do/"mistakes" that people could genuinely believe Kon would make. Plus there's also the fact that, well, you don't always talk about every time you've seen each other with someone, you know? And even when you do sometimes you just say "the last time I/you came over" or "when I saw you the other day" and "no I forget, what'd you say it was?" or "uhhhhh dude that was like a month ago, remind me?" or just things along those lines. So they weren't meant to be particularly memorable visits or anything, just like, "normal" interactions Clark would be used to having with Kon every now and then, and not necessarily involving any topics that would come across as suspicious for Kon to know/ask about.

And like, if nothing else, Clark has ALSO gotta be used to having a better memory than literally everyone he knows ( and the fact that just about everyone has a WAY worse and more easily-influenced memory than they think they do ), so I don't think he'd necessarily tweak to having to remind someone about something he might've just mentioned in passing as unusual in his life experience. Especially since all extremely dedicated human-passing efforts aside, Clark still probably doesn't have the most accurate grasp of how much a normal memory would hold onto, given how wildly those can vary from person to person and how much harder that is to objectively learn/observe than shit like, how to flinch and what struggling to lift something looks like and what temperatures should be uncomfortable/painful.

And like, final finishing move: no offense to Kon, but historically he does not have the BEST track record at always fully grasping/understanding what Clark has said to him and has misunderstood or misinterpreted him MORE than once, so if Kon ever got confused about something "they" already talked about, it would not REMOTELY be an outlier to either him or Clark, haha.

[velkia]

you have some of the coolest ocs ive ever seen! can you please share their jobs/combat styles (if they have any)?

-cracks their fingers-

Thanks for this question, it's been ages since I got to talk about my characters, and I'm so happy to see there's still interest in my babies! ;w;

Just a heads up, I'll be using some older drawings (pre-2023) and comic pages in french to illustrate things, if you notice a difference in style, that's totally normal!

My characters go through a lot of phases, but I'll just summarize two of the main ones: the time when they were traveling together and the time when they’ve settled into adulthood.

Click here to read this on a more suitable interface, if you are on a computer!

From left to right: Axel, Uvia, Veron and Tellos

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Nowadays, Axel's just your average journalist, living life without much magic, except for the occasional use to rev up his motorcycle or light his pipe.

Back in the day when he was an adventurer, though, things were different. If he found himself in a scrap, he had a mechanical flying broom, crafted by Tellos, at his service, along with a trusty rope to tie up his foes. He could also conjure shields of cascading fire.

If things got really intense, he would unleash a massive fire laser to clear his path, but only in the most extreme situations (he's not a violent boy).

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Nowadays, Veron's a simple office worker clocking in 9 to 5. But he's also a priest, so his schedule is packed with community events like soup kitchens, masses, and charity activities.

Back in the day, he was an exorcist on a mission to heal the many cursed gods that inhabit their world. His powers were tied to electricity and magnetism, which he used to fly, deflect enemy attacks and connect his exorcism amulet to the targeted god. Plus, he wielded a katana and could manipulate any metal weapon from a distance.

In a pinch, he could disarm his foes and, if things got really out of hand, he could zap them with a jolt of electricity (but same as Axel, he's a good boy so it's not his cup of tea to turn the enemy into a roastie).

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Nowadays, Uvia, Axel's twin, is a harbor innkeeper just trying to navigate the chaos of motherhood with her hellish kid, Nikolaj. Her powers allow her to play with ice and manipulate the temperature in her cocktails.

Back in her youth, that same ice was a formidable weapon. She could conjure swords, sabers, and shields to defend herself, and she had a blast shaping the terrain to trap her enemies or slide in for a quick attack. Outside of combat, she could use her abilities to cool down injured areas, acting as a makeshift anesthetic.

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These days, Tellos is a plumbing engineer who sometimes picks up extra work doing repairs in people's homes. He’s also the adoptive father of Nikolaj, and he's doing his best to keep the little hellion out of trouble. His powers are great for maintaining his vegetable garden.

Back in his adventurous days, he relied heavily on his mechanical backpack, which was like a Swiss army knife for combat: it had propellers, thrusters, giant hands, blades, and even a small squadron of machine-gun robots. His plant-related powers came in handy too, allowing him to create fuel for his gadgets and potentially trap enemies. Outside of battle, he used those same powers to whip up powerful ointments whenever needed.

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Speaking of my other OCs (this post is getting pretty long lmao), Kohana used to be a spy on the run, wielding daggers and setting traps.

Now, she’s made a name for herself as a legitimate political figure who genuinely listens to her constituents.

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Then there’s Rhoda, Veron’s little sister. She shares his powers but focuses on precision, using her abilities to electrify her projectiles and target enemies effectively. Today, she’s a close colleague and valued friend of Kohana.

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As for Elombe and Yasmine, I don’t have a visual for their current designs, sorry! Just picture Elombe as a barely-teen elf, while Yasmine was already an adult when the others were still on their adventures so she didn't change much.

Elombe is still a schoolboy, he loves to dress up as the god of rain and show off the shapes he can create with his powers. He can even make water clones, which can be quite the hell for enemies who hate kids~

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Yasmine, on the other hand, is a priestess in a women’s parish dedicated to the god of wind. Her powers allow her to soar through the skies to visit her deity and send her enemies flying, though that doesn’t happen too often.

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Thanks for your patience while I rambled about my characters! qvq

It’s always a joy to share their journeys and transformations. If you have any more questions or want to dive deeper into any specific character, feel free to ask! I’m always here to chat about my OCs and their adventures. Until next time, thanks for joining me on this little trip down memory lane~

[adventurermari]

I've slowly seen more and more you tubers talking about and singing the praises of the first cars game and that makes me really happy to see, however one aspect of these games that I feel like I haven't seen discussed is how much of a fantastic and natural job that game and it's sequels do at expanding upon the world building of the first movie.

Okay so first of all I wanna mention that in the first movie, in front of mater's junkyard, there's two buildings that are in extremely rough shape

in the first movie, the space that these buildings occupy aren't really relevant to at all aside from them giving lightning mcqueen is first impression of radiator springs, well, at least in a way where he can actually process where he is. Now then, fast forward to the very end of the first movie, lightning mentions that he's getting his own racing headquarters.

now take a look at this screenshot from the first video game, notice the sign mentioning a racing quarters for lightning in front of the abandoned buildings? if you look closely, it mentions "coming soon"

In the sequel to this game, Cars mater-national, that exact space of land where those buildings reside are replaced with lightning's racing headquarters, which it's own construction progesses as you progress through the game alongside lightning's own hometrack and it's all wonderful to see both of these landmarks slowly develop in the game

In cars race o rama, none of this expanded world building has been forgotten about, lightning mcqueen's new headquarters is still a part of radiator springs while not plot relevant at all, it is still nice to see it there mean while lightning's new home track, now actually having the name of radiator springs speedway, which isn't only a place that you can race in, but is also it's own hub world that you can explore which absolutely blew my mind as kid, also the track is also more developed than it was in mater-national, and has a drastically different layout for some reason but idk it's not a really big deal, especially because of how cool this track looks

Another thing I find interesting is that race o rama establishses the hudson racing acedemy, a racing a acedemy where young, future race cars can train alongside lightning mqueen which is a very interesting direction for his character, especially considering the mentor figure that lightning would later become in cars 3, Race O rama basically beat that movie to the punch with that concept and I find that very interesting

Like oh my god, I just love how much these games expanded upon the world building from the first movie so much in such a natural and interesting way, like I can't think of that many other licensed games that even do that and I feel like this aspect of these games should be discussed more often cause it's just so fascinating, like the video games practically serve as a great continuation from the first movie, especially with the first game already taking the interesting angle of taking place after the events of the first movie and then the other two games continuing after that first game. It's just one of those aspects of these first 3 cars games that I believe makes them so much more fascinating and special compared to the cars 2 and 3 game, which I don't have anything against, since I did really like the cars 2 game back then and I haven't played driven to win, despite some of the flaws and criticisms i've heard from that game I still feel like I'll still really enjoy it since it has the same gameplay style as the cars 2 game. I also do like how that game also takes place after the third movie but I cannot speak for how well it expands upon the concepts presented in it's movie as I have never played it but I find it very sweet that the tutorial race has lightning doing a simulated race with doc even if it's present kinda weirdly cause of the dialogue/voice acting in that game is really strange. But it's fine honestly, I kinda don't really mind that those games deviate so hard from the first 3 cars games. however I cannot deny that little egg me found it odd when the second movie and it's game had not a single appearance of any of these things that were established in the games, however that didn't stop little egg me from making both the first movie, games, and second movie all be canon in my cars diecast lore.

[outset-or-something]

MEET THE MAiN CAST

Outset (name subject to change) is a story about two dudes, Sasha and Floyd. Floyd is a college freshman, who, due to some curious circumstances, becomes the roommate of a man named Sasha. Sasha has a lot of baggage. Floyd, always curious, gets himself dragged into the mess of Sasha's mysterious and suspicious past.

SASHA

Sasha is a grouchy guy with a past shrouded in mystery. Seemingly a washed-up musician, Sasha spends all his time as a hermit holed up in his apartment. He lives off of coffee and cigarettes, which might be part of the reason why he looks old for his age. He is extremely intelligent and more than talented. He has a small handful of scars around his mouth and chin.

-26

-He/Him (cis guy)

-Extremely skinny

-6'1"

-Autistic (undiagnosed)

FLOYD

Floyd is an upbeat kid, fresh into college. He doesn't have many friends, but socializes well with others. He's very kind and always looks for the best in others. Despite his bubbly nature, Floyd is not naïve by any means, and is notoriously curious. Maybe too curious for his own good.

-18

-he/him

-5'1"

-ADHD

ANASTASiA

A character who becomes important a little later into the story, Anastasia is Floyd's adoptive sister. They are very strong-willed and can be extremely stubborn at times. She loves to bake and is very openly affectionate to those she cares for. Works as a social worker for orphans and children who have been legally taken away by their parents. She has a strong southern accent and smells like lemons. After Sasha is forced to live with Floyd and his family due to being under house arrest, Anastasia becomes somewhat of a muse for him. The two end up forming an on again, off again pseudo-romance.

-24

-they/she

-5'4"

-tiefling

ViNCE

Vince is a super rich guy, and a popular singer beloved by the public due to his hefty monetary contributions to various charities. He is more than happy to indulge in every vice under the sun and lives the classic rock star lifestyle. Seems to know Sasha somehow. Acts a little more than friendly with him.

-30

-he/him

-5'5"

-extremely charismatic

SCOTT

An old friend of Sasha's, Scott is a quiet and reserved keyboardist. He can be sarcastic and knows exactly how to make Sasha upset. He lives a comfortable life with his girlfriend and cat and runs an instrument repair shop. Always willing to help those in need. Choses his words wisely. Extremely patient.

-28

-hispanic

-he/him

-5'6"

MAGGiE

Maggie is something of an older sister to Sasha. A skilled pianist, she now lives recently married with her husband and baby in a very nice house. She is motherly to a default, and knows the perfect balance between gentleness and sternness. She hates putting up with Sasha's bs, but continues to do so because she cares for him. Sometimes she can have a bit of a temper.

-29

-she/her

-half-elf

-5'3'

Thanks 4 reading until the end, I love being able 2 share my characters with others :]

under the link provided you can check out more art of these guys, and some other characters. good for references

[thetravelingegg]

I’m a horrible horse nerd and also a horrible transformers nerd so enjoy my headcannons of my favorite mtmte characters as horses! 😋

First up Rung the Connemara pony!

Really, really old especially for a horse but has the soundness of a 10 year old. It’s a running joke between the farm hands that he’s actually an immortal god and will outlive everyone like he did his previous owner

No one ever rides him but he loves having a job to do and would make the best lesson pony for little kids or therapeutic riders

The most amazing horse to go on a trail ride with

Mostly forgotten about in favor of the other, larger, more exhilarating and athletic horses, but is extremely affectionate and social

The best thing to do after a bad day is to hide in the corner of his stall while he gently nibbles at your hair or puts his head in your lap

Someone should braid his mane and put little flowers in it <3

Would make a great therapy horse. 10/10 sweetest boy who deserves all the peppermints

Next up Megatron the draft horse!(no particular breed however I’m pretty sure the one in the picture is a Belgian draught)

The horse is a war criminal

Usually pretty well behaved but is highly intelligent and is constantly outsmarting his handlers

It’s a running joke between them that one day he’ll start a revolution and take over the world

Has phenomenally smooth gaits and would be a good horse for a rider learning how to trot, canter or jump

Pretty patient with inexperienced riders but will not take shit and will absolutely tell you if you’re yanking on his bit or kicking too hard

Actually not that old but years of neglect has caused his joints and back to be in rough condition so he can’t do anything too strenuous

Would push himself between the fragile farm hands and other horses if they get too rowdy for his comfort

Is much gentler when disciplining the humans than he is disciplining the other horses

Yes you read that right he will discipline the humans. He likes to keep everyone in line and won’t hesitate to correct unnecessary aggressiveness whether human or horse

Basically the “alpha wolf” of the farm, will make sure everyone is cared for

Thoroughbred Whirl!

Bites. Bites. Bites. Bites

I only say thoroughbred because I’ve worked with them before and a lot them acted like Whirl(to be fair they also weren’t trained but I digress)

Was in one race where he bucked off his jockey immediately after the gates opened and ran around the track spooking the other horses.

They tried to fix his behavioral issues by gelding him but it turns out he’s just like that

Is missing an eye and some teeth(idk what else to do for his claws since horses can’t live without all of they’re hooves

Trying to ride him is literally the worst

If he doesn’t buck you off, he has a really jittery trot that is impossible to sit and a canter that feels like your getting launched into orbit(impossible to half-seat).

Hates all tack but has absolutely crotch-killing sky high withers if you try bareback

Amazing jumper though. Can scale practically anything with perfect form. Would be fun to do cross country with if he actually listened

(A picture of a cross country jump because holy fucking shit that’s insane)

Jumping with him feels like flying

Is constantly jumping the fences to raid the feed room no matter how big they are and confusing everyone who works there.

I honestly can’t see him ever behaving enough to be ridden calmly for more than five minutes(if he really likes and trusts the rider)

Will leave the farm randomly to go on a romp through the woods then come back for dinner

The apex predator of his area. Will fight off bears and eat small wildlife like squirrels because he can

Last but not least it’s friesian Tarn!

Infinite ♾️ aura horse

The most graceful thing on four legs. Gorgeous and intimidating

Absolutely demolishes dressage competitions. Completely captivates the judge with his flashy movement and his scar only makes him more charming

As soon as he steps into the ring his competitors know they lost

The kind of horse who loves training and his job

The only one who’s still a stallion and is actually well behaved for the most part although he’ll throw the occasional tantrum when things don’t go his way

He sometimes even goes overboard in an attempt to please his rider

His best friend is a feral barn cat named Nickel who hates humans and will attack anyone who tries to pet her

She terrifies the farmhands more than the actual stallion and they will fight over who has to enter Tarn’s stall first because she likes to sleep in the straw

She will nap on his back while he grazes

Here’s a video of what he would look like

[monyapolize]

shidou's hand pain? (+ brief discussion of leak)

so i was puzzling about this for a while and the conclusion i reached is that the simplest answer is probably the easiest one. but i had a lotttt of ideas i had to throw away first lol. at first i wondered if maybe it was an acquired injury due to overwork at his job. it's not uncommon; artists get hand-related issues, surgeons get hand-related issues, it happens. however, shidou has never reported any problems performing procedures on patients. he explicitly tells us his crime is going against the wishes of dead patients regarding organ donation. their deaths are not a result of any of his procedures, and quite frankly with something as precise as surgery, a hand injury would absolutely cripple your performance. which leads me to believe this is a very recent problem. speaking of, check out the Second Audio Drama, Aesculapius -> Shidou: Yes, that’s right. You know, I… continuously tried to persuade the relatives of a braindead patient who were against organ transplants. Giving them reasons like the ones you just mentioned, Es-kun. “In order to save the life of someone you don’t know, please let me kill your family,” I told them. It doesn’t even take much thinking to realize how cruel that is, but… I didn’t realize it until the very end. Shidou's guilt over what he's done is extremely recent because, up until the very end, he believed himself to be doing the right thing. When Es first interacts with him in the Molech Audio Drama, he is actively processing how he feels about what he has done. And what conclusion does he reach? Shidou: The death penalty is what I’m hoping for. Thank you in advance.  It's hard to portray feelings of guilt much more obviously than this, and yet, Es notes -> Es: Out of all the prisoners thus far, you’re the one I can’t stand the most. Going all pessimistic like that, running your mouth as if you knew everything, acting as if you’re oh-so mature, and never budging from that composed expression of yours—the nerve of you!

Es is correctly identifying how Shidou deals with his emotions, albeit they don't realize at this point how correct they actually are. Shidou always looks outwardly composed, it's a core feature of his character. He has to be a friendly face to the families of the deceased, and to do so often does away with his own emotions completely. We see him deflect and intellectualize his feelings with Es multiple times ->

Shidou: Family is… special.

Es: Huh?

Shidou: Let’s digress for a moment. Have you studied criminal law?

This exchange is followed by Shidou, in an emotionally detached manner, explaining the intricacies of articles 103, 104, and 105 of criminal law. All to avoid experiencing the topic of 'family' in an emotional way. Shidou also engages in activities he knows to be bad for him to escape stressful emotions.

We see him do so in an interaction with Mikoto. But interestingly, another thing occurs alongside Shidou smoking.

We've established Shidou smokes to escape stress. Shidou smoking in this interaction is very deliberately mentioned alongside his hand injury! This is because Shidou's hand injury is most likely a recent acquisition ALSO caused by stress. Specifically the stress caused by his feelings about his crime.

He even states that it's "probably all in [his] head." (On another note, have you ever seen the common plot point in movies where gun wielders get shaky hands and suddenly lose the ability to shoot accurately after a traumatic kill?) I bring all of this up because of a leak that I saw. Please turn back now if you do not want to see. I'm just sharing because it made me feel a bit better about the whole prisoners dying situation lol....

Check out the bare hands and wedding ring. He has forgiven himself.

[earthlybeam]

Hi, I just recently started rewatching and getting back into the Hobbit and LOTR and I found your blood and I’m in love with it. I love the way you write and how you portray the characters so well. If you’re still writing for LOTR and are accepting requests then could I ask how you think the elves (Legolas, Thranduil, and Elrond plus whoever else you like) would react to an aggressively affectionate reader? Like for example, with cuteness aggression, randomly when the reader sees Legolas and thinks he’s cute, they end up jumping on him and tackling him, possibly squeezing him extremely hard in a hug. The reader’s acts of aggression affection are random and happen whenever and wherever. The reader just loves their elf so much that they cannot control themselves. Please and thank you

Welcome back to the wonderful world of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings! It’s always exciting to revisit Middle-earth, and I’m so glad you’re enjoying it all over again. 🎉 And wow—thank you so much for your kind words! That truly means the world to me. Writing for these characters is such a joy, and knowing that you love how I portray them makes it even more special. 🫶 I absolutely love your idea! The contrast between the elves’ usual grace and composure and a reader who just cannot contain their love is hilarious and adorable. 🤣🤌

Thranduil, Elrond, Legolas and I added Gil-galad all versions below.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

The grand halls of Thranduil’s palace shimmered with the golden light of lanterns, their glow casting long, elegant shadows across the polished stone floor. Delicate carvings of twisting vines and woodland creatures adorned the archways, the very walls seeming to hum with ancient whispers of the forest. It was a place of quiet grandeur, of timeless elegance.

And standing near the entrance, draped in robes of deep forest green, was Thranduil—King of the Woodland Realm, ruler of the elves of Mirkwood, a figure of both awe and intimidation. His silver circlet rested regally upon his head, catching the flickering light with an almost ethereal glow. His expression was composed, unreadable, though there was a certain tightness at the corners of his mouth—an unspoken exasperation that only those who truly knew him might recognize.

He should have already been on his way, attending to whatever pressing matter awaited him beyond these halls. He had responsibilities, duties, obligations that demanded his attention. And yet… He could not move.

Because there you were—wrapped around his leg like an overgrown, determined koala, clinging as if your very life depended on it. The long, elegant lines of his robes pooled around you as you anchored yourself to him, arms and legs locked in a vice-like grip. Your cheek was pressed against the fine embroidery of his outer cloak, and from the way you stubbornly tightened your hold, it was clear you had no intention of letting go anytime soon.

Thranduil’s sharp, ice-blue gaze flicked downward, his expression a mask of pure disbelief. “…What,” he intoned, his voice as smooth as polished glass, “do you think you are doing?” You barely lifted your head, merely nuzzling further into the warmth of his robes. “No.” A single, elegant brow arched. “No?” You buried your face fully against the intricate designs woven into his attire, voice muffled but determined. “You’re leaving.”

“I am the King,” he reminded you coolly, the words carrying the weight of centuries of command. “I have responsibilities.”

“I don’t care,” you mumbled. Your grip tightened like a vice. “You’re too pretty to leave.” A long, heavy pause. Somewhere in the vast expanse of the hall, a nearby guard shifted awkwardly, very pointedly averting his gaze, as if pretending he wasn’t witnessing this absurd display. The soft rustle of banners and the faint flickering of candlelight were the only sounds that filled the air.

Thranduil exhaled a slow, suffering breath. By the stars, why were you like this? He could handle many things. He had led his people through war and shadow, navigated the treacherous politics of Middle-earth, survived centuries of rule in a realm beset by growing darkness. He had faced down dragons, battled the forces of Sauron, endured loss and grief that could break lesser beings. But this? This unrelenting, absurd display of affection that completely ignored all notions of decorum, personal space, and reason? He did not know what to do with you. “You will release me at once,” he commanded, his voice edged with warning.

You shook your head. “No.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. Thranduil’s lips pressed into a thin line. He was a king. A ruler of elves. A warrior who had seen battle. And yet he was currently being held hostage by a stubborn, overaffectionate mortal who refused to let go of his leg. “Do you truly intend to remain attached to me like this all day?”

“Yes.” Silence. The faintest flicker of something almost imperceptible crossed his features—something caught between frustration and bewilderment. His fingers twitched at his sides, as if considering his next move. Infuriating. Absolutely infuriating. And yet, despite the exasperation curling in his chest, there was something else, something he could not quite name. A warmth. A quiet amusement, buried so deep beneath layers of centuries-old restraint that it barely made itself known. No one had ever dared to cling to him like this. Not as a king. Not as a warrior. Not as Thranduil.

He was Thranduil, son of Oropher, King of the Woodland Realm. His presence alone was enough to command both awe and fear. Yet you clung to him like he was just… yours. He sighed heavily, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, as if summoning patience he did not have. And then, without another word, he moved. In one fluid, effortless motion, he bent down, wrapped an arm around your waist, and lifted you clean off the ground. The world tilted. You let out a small yelp as you were suddenly airborne. “Hey—!”

He adjusted you in his arms with practiced ease, cradling you against his chest as if you weighed nothing at all. His grip was firm but careful, one arm secured around your lower back while the other supported you effortlessly. “If you insist on behaving like a child,” he murmured, his tone smooth and unimpressed, “then I shall carry you as one.”

You blinked up at him, momentarily stunned. The sheer ease with which he had lifted you left you momentarily speechless. He didn’t even seem strained. The scent of his robes—fresh pine, autumn leaves, and something distinctly Elven—wrapped around you, grounding you in his presence. For a moment, all you could do was stare. And though his expression remained regal, unreadable, you did not miss the way his grip subtly lingered.

Without another word, he began walking. Through the grand halls, past the ever-watchful eyes of his guards, Thranduil carried you as though you were nothing more than an inconvenient parcel he had been forced to bring along. His posture remained flawless, his pace even, utterly unaffected by your weight. You, however, grinned up at him, mischief dancing in your eyes. “See?” you hummed, tilting your head in his arms. “This is nice.” Thranduil did not dignify you with a response. Instead, he merely muttered something in Elvish under his breath—something you suspected was not particularly flattering. But he did not let go.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

The Council of Elrond was meant to be a place of solemn discussion, a gathering of minds to determine the fate of Middle-earth. It was a time for wisdom, for deliberation, for diplomacy. It was not meant for this. At the head of the long table, Elrond stood with effortless grace, a pillar of composure and dignity. His robes, flowing and regal, caught the light of the midday sun filtering through the high arched windows of Rivendell’s great hall, the silken fabric shifting with the movement of his breath. His hands, long and elegant, rested lightly upon the polished wood as he spoke, his voice measured, calm, and steady—each word imbued with the weight of centuries.

The gathered council members—elves, dwarves, and men alike—listened intently, their expressions ranging from grave contemplation to hesitant agreement. Some nodded in silent accord, others furrowed their brows as they pondered his wisdom, but all remained enraptured by the Lord of Rivendell’s presence.

His back was turned to you. And you, seated among the others, were watching him—watching the way he carried himself, poised yet powerful, a figure carved from both wisdom and war. He was too graceful, too composed, too breathtaking for his own good. And you loved him. You loved him so much it made something in your chest ache. Which was why, in an act of pure, unfiltered instinct, you launched yourself from your seat and sprinted toward him at full speed.

The world blurred at the edges. There was no room for thought, no space for hesitation—only the singular, all-encompassing need to be close to him. The air rushed past you, the murmuring voices of the council fading into the distance, drowned out by the pounding of your heart and the sudden intake of breath from those around you. Elrond, for all his centuries of wisdom and foresight, had precisely half a second to sense the shift in atmosphere before it was too late.

The impact was swift and merciless. Your weight collided into him with full force, your arms locking around his shoulders just as your momentum propelled him forward. A startled inhale—sharp, indignant, and vaguely resembling a half-formed Elvish curse—escaped him as he pitched forward, his long fingers shooting out to brace himself against the council table. The polished wood groaned under the sudden weight of an Elf-lord and his very enthusiastic assailant.

Scrolls tumbled to the floor in an unceremonious cascade of parchment. A goblet tipped onto its side, spilling deep red wine dangerously close to a very alarmed dwarf, who yelped and jerked his legs away just in time. A quill snapped in half beneath an abandoned tome. Someone audibly gasped.

And you? You clung to him like your life depended on it. Elrond exhaled, slowly and deliberately, his forehead lowering to meet the table in what could only be described as the ultimate gesture of long-suffering patience. His back remained straight despite the additional weight, his arms still outstretched in a bracing position, his chest rising and falling in a manner that suggested he was counting to ten in Quenya before deciding how best to proceed.

The council chamber had fallen into absolute silence. Elrond did not move. Neither did you. The only sound was the faint rustling of fabric as you nestled against him, your face buried in the crook of his neck, your breath warm against his skin. A long, long sigh escaped him. “Mellon nín,” he said at last, his voice as even as ever, though beneath it lay a complex weave of emotions—resignation, exasperation, and, buried so deep it was nearly imperceptible, the tiniest sliver of amusement. “Was this absolutely necessary?”

Without lifting your head, you nuzzled into his shoulder, entirely unrepentant. “Yes.” His fingers twitched where they lay upon the table—whether from the urge to pry you off or pull you closer, even he wasn’t entirely sure. A chair scraped against the stone floor as one of the men leaned forward, brow deeply furrowed. “…Is this… normal?” From his seat, Gandalf let out a quiet chuckle, stroking his beard with twinkling amusement. “Ah, young love,” he mused. “Quite… enthusiastic, in this case.”

Elrond closed his eyes briefly, as if beseeching the Valar for strength. He was a Lord of Rivendell. He had led armies into battle, forged alliances with kings, stood against the darkness of Sauron himself. And yet, here he was—bent over a council table, carrying the full weight of someone who had, quite literally, thrown themselves at him in the middle of one of the most important meetings in the history of Middle-earth.

Still pinned beneath you, still braced against the table, Elrond finally turned his head just enough for you to see his face. His expression was unreadable at first—his brows slightly drawn, his lips pressed into a firm line, the very image of composed dignity fraying at the edges. But there, in the smallest crease at the corner of his mouth, was something else.

A smirk. A very small, very restrained smirk. “Are you quite finished?” he murmured, voice pitched just low enough for only you to hear. You grinned against his shoulder, squeezing him just a little tighter. “Not even close.” Elrond inhaled deeply through his nose. He did not move. He did not protest. He simply accepted his fate.

🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

The moonlight bathed the clearing in silver, casting an ethereal glow upon Legolas as he stood at the edge of the trees. The gentle night breeze stirred his golden hair, making him look like something out of a dream—untouchable, otherworldly, perfect. His sharp gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, lost in thought, the weight of centuries pressing upon his immortal soul. And then—A blur. A rush of footsteps. A sudden, breathless surge of movement cutting through the quiet of the night.

Before Legolas could fully register what was happening, an impact slammed into him with startling force. Strong arms wrapped around his torso, squeezing with unrelenting affection. His body staggered back under the sheer intensity of it, boots skidding against the soft earth, his normally impeccable balance momentarily thrown off. His hands instinctively caught hold of the figure assaulting him, fingers gripping tightly to steady both of them.

His first thought? An ambush? No—there was no malice, no danger. Only warmth. Only the frantic beating of a heart pressed against his chest, the breathless laughter of the one person in Middle-earth who would dare launch themselves at an Elven warrior in such a reckless manner.

“Mellon nîn—” he exhaled, his voice a mix of bemusement and disbelief. Youonly clung tighter, your face buried against his shoulder, arms locked around his waist in an unbreakable grip. “You’re too pretty,” you mumbled into his tunic, your voice muffled but no less desperate in its declaration. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Legolas blinked, his mind catching up with the absurdity of the situation. Was this… an attack of love? A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest, still breathless from the unexpected tackle. “And for this, you choose to strike me down?” he asked, amusement laced in his tone, though his arms had unconsciously wrapped around you in return.

You lifted your head slightly, your eyes gleaming with pure, unfiltered adoration. “Yes.” Your answer was simple, as if there was no other possible explanation. “You were standing there looking all beautiful and tragic under the moonlight, and I just—” You squeezed him tighter. “—I just had to do something about it.”

Legolas sighed, though the corners of his lips betrayed him by curving into a small, helpless smile. He was not used to this—this overwhelming, impulsive affection. Elves did not love in such a chaotic manner. Their passion was deep, but it was slow-burning, controlled, and tempered with time. But you… you loved as fiercely as a firestorm, with all the grace of a hurricane, and he—he was powerless against it.

“You are relentless,” he murmured, but there was no reprimand in his voice. Only quiet wonder. “Yes, I am.” You lifted your head fully now, eyes locked onto his, still latched onto him as though you had no intention of ever letting go. “And you’re stuck with me, so get used to it.”

Legolas simply looked at you, his arms still securely wrapped around your waist, his heart doing something strange and unfamiliar in his chest. He had faced countless battles, had stared down creatures of shadow and flame, had fought against the tides of darkness for centuries without flinching— And yet, here, held within your grasp, he felt utterly and completely conquered. “Then I shall endure it,” he murmured at last, his voice soft, reverent. “For as long as you wish it.”

🏵️𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

Gil-galad sat in his study, his sharp blue eyes scanning the delicate script of an ancient elven manuscript. The flickering candlelight cast golden shadows across his regal features, highlighting the quiet intensity in his expression. His brows were slightly furrowed in concentration, his long fingers resting on the table as he contemplated the wisdom of ages past. His posture was perfect, dignified as always, radiating an air of calm authority.

But none of that mattered to you at this moment. Because as you sat across from him, watching his impossibly noble face, something inside you snapped. He was just too beautiful. Too serious. Too composed. And suddenly, an overwhelming need overtook you—a need so strong it nearly made you dizzy.

You had to squish his face. Before your rational mind could intervene, your hands shot forward, cupping his cheeks in your palms. His skin was smooth and cool beneath your touch, his cheekbones sharp yet softened by your fingers as you squeezed ever so slightly. His lips pursed slightly from the pressure, and his already strong jaw tensed in mild surprise.

Gil-galad froze. His piercing gaze, once lost in deep thought, now locked onto you with quiet disbelief. He did not pull away, did not even attempt to stop you—no, he simply blinked, utterly bewildered by what was happening to his very dignified royal face. “… What is this?” he finally asked, his voice calm but undeniably puzzled.

You barely heard him, too consumed by your own chaotic affection. His skin felt so soft. His cheekbones were so regal. He was like the world’s most serious, most elegant cat, and you could not help but give another gentle squeeze, watching as his expression remained caught between confusion and resigned amusement. “You’re too handsome for your own good,” you declared, your thumbs pressing lightly into the hollows of his cheeks. “It’s unfair. I had to do something about it.”

Gil-galad exhaled slowly, as if trying to process the sheer absurdity of the situation. Here he was, the High King of the Noldor, a warrior, a strategist, a ruler of Elves—and yet, here you were, treating him like a mischievous house pet in need of affectionate punishment. And the strangest part? He let you.

He did not remove your hands, did not chide you for your impulsiveness. He merely regarded you in silence, his face still gently smushed between your fingers, as if attempting to decipher how he had found himself in such a position. “If you are finished treating my face as though I were some—some petulant kitten…” he murmured, one brow lifting ever so slightly. You grinned, tilting his head slightly from side to side as if testing the optimal level of squish.

“… Not yet,” you admitted cheerfully. Another slow, measured blink. A pause. And then, ever so softly, the barest hint of a sigh—one that, if you listened closely enough, might have concealed a tiny trace of amusement. “Very well,” he relented, his deep voice tinged with something you almost mistook for indulgence. “Do as you must.” And so you did

[spacemothsota]

how do humans who get cyberformed usally react to finding out what their cybertronian freind is doing to them?

the reaction guess is probably different from person to person but what usally happens?

Hi Anon! (Thanks for the question, I'm so glad!)

In fact, the reaction of different people is really extremely diverse, but all this can be combined into "five stages of acceptance".

It's not that there are five of them, basically there are only three reactions and they depend on whether the person had anything to lose in life, what kind of relationship he had with his parents and other factors.

The initial reaction of those who react to their situation is extremely aggressive. Anger, misunderstanding, confusion, all of it is deeply entwined in their chest, pressing like a weight and intensifying with pain. They do not understand why their cybertronian friend and trusted comrade decided to do this to them, they cannot accept reality for some time and deny what is happening (deny the situation). For the most part, this is the reaction of those who have families, or those who see that they had a duty to "humanity", or those who are afraid of leaving behind their achievements (in my AU, however, the cyberformed later face alienation from their former human brothers). People who initially flare up with anger are simply going through the five stages of acceptance of the situation. From deep denial and disbelief (lasts a short period of time), a furious outburst (anger), an attempt to understand whether it is possible to reverse the process (bargaining), numbness (depression) and then acceptance of the situation, an attempt to get used to the new reality (resignation). Adaptation is difficult for such people, they can be stubborn, flare up with irritation, as a rule, their Cybertronian friends provide support, knowing that it is difficult and unusual for them. It is because of them, for the most part, that Cybertronians try to unite the cyberformed into groups, thinking that this will help them come to terms faster and accept the idea that everything is not so scary, because next to them there are friends and those who have gone through the same process.

The second reaction, those who are confused, but mostly calm. I wrote in the "Second Part" that usually these are the people who tend to be more observant, they are calm and attentive in themselves. They understand what is happening earlier, they may have a flash of misunderstanding at the beginning (a short quick anger), but such people are more inclined to listen to their Cybertronian friend. To understand what exactly prompted him to act this way. Of course, they can be irritated or sad for some time, but resignation to the situation comes faster for them. Usually people with such a reaction can be stubborn for some time in adapting to the Cybertronian society, but their way out is studying sciences and professions. The feeling of order and consistency calms them down, and the support of Cybertronian friends gives them time to accept life in a new way at their own pace (some of these people are deeply inspired by the idea of ​​​​exploring everything in a new, more advanced way, as a rule, they are flexible in their thoughts)

The third reaction, enthusiasts in general. They may seem frivolous in their joy of becoming a Cybertronian, even if it means going through pain. However, these are the ones who know that they had nothing more to lose in their previous human life, or, on the contrary, they are running away from the life they had. For them, becoming a Cybertronian = starting life from scratch. Being yourself and not being ashamed of your character, not being constrained by rules, traditions or other things. Probably, the number of people with the third reaction includes those whose life has been permeated with Cybertronian culture and bots since childhood (and there are such, for example, like Daniel). In the case of this group, adaptation occurs so quickly and naturally that they rush to soften the reactions of the first group and help the second to reveal themselves.

Usually, Cybertronians take the cyberforming human to a safe place, they have one (at least for the Autobots, rest in peace to those chosen by the Decepticons). There, the former humans are surrounded not only by safety and security, but also by support from other cyberformers and their guardians and friends. I will write about this place later, as it is important for understanding both the reaction of the human government and the place that the former humans themselves have taken in the world.

That's all, just three categories, of course it all depends on the person and a little later I'll make a post with a list of characters that are present in this AU. If you want to know how this or that character reacted, you can write to me, I'll be happy to answer :).

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Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes—and I’ll go even further: it’s not just a matter of British culture. I’m Spanish, and here in Spain, people are very direct. Things are said straight to your face, and the idea of respect between teachers and students that exists in other countries doesn’t apply here because the dynamic is much more casual and impersonal. For example, here it’s common for a teacher to insult you, and for students to speak to teachers without using any kind of formal address.

In England, for example, teachers are called “Professor [last name]” as a sign of respect, and in Latin America, where Spanish is also spoken, students address teachers formally using usted. In Spain, we don’t do that. We speak to teachers in a super informal way, and they do the same to us. It’s extremely rare for a teacher to address a student by their last name. In fact, a teacher treating you so informally that it might come off as disrespectful in other cultures is totally normal here. A teacher calling you an idiot or a fool is something you’d expect from any adult; culturally, it’s not seen as a big deal.

I get the feeling that many Snaters not only lack the most important perspective—the context of the story, which is set in 1990s England and therefore rooted in English character and culture—but they also try to impose their own cultural standards on everyone else. It’s like they’re trying to make American standards universal, which, I’m sorry, not only don’t align with British culture but also don’t fit many other countries either.

There’s an Americentrism in the fandom that’s downright repulsive, and unfortunately for them, the story isn’t American—it’s British. It adheres to British standards and culture, which also resonate in other European contexts. And while European cultures can be very different, they don’t have that ridiculous hypersensitivity or be-nice-to-everyone attitude that Americans seem to enforce.

Sorry, but if there’s one thing all Europeans have in common, it’s that we’re assholes. There are many cultures, many ways of seeing the world, and a lot of diverse sociopolitical history, but all Europeans are assholes and snarky as hell when we feel like it. Our scale for what’s morally acceptable is much broader than that of Americans, who basically act like toddlers incapable of handling a single critique.

‘Snape is a child abuser’ is definitely coming from a generation of new Gen Z fans who weren’t growing up alongside the books and have failed to understand that the wizarding world is a reflection of 1970s-1990s British society and not 2025 therapy offices. Snape is an old school strict teacher who has methods - particularly towards Neville - that are mean and belittling and counterproductive but that also weren’t out of place with teaching in general back then. Corporal punishment wasn’t outlawed in English private schools until 1999. Nineteen Ninety Nine!! Historical context has been lost. Snape assigning cauldron scrubbing as a detention in comparison- he’s practically a softie.

He’s meant to be understood as a bitter, jaded, petty, tired to the bone teacher who has been held back by a job he’s too ambitious and too clever for. He’s not meant to be understood as truly abusive - because if he was, Harry would be deploying his usual coping mechanisms (conflict avoidance) instead of what he actually does, which is mouth off at Snape at every possible opportunity. It’s basic genre convention that every boy hero in a boarding school novel needs an antagonist teacher to put in his place while all the children cheer, lol. It’s not that deep.

Severus was designed so that kids at the time would see him as the classic rude, miserable teacher who ruins all the fun, is super strict, and seems to live to make sure you can’t do whatever you want. This was a very common archetype in fiction for those of us born in the ‘90s or earlier. He wasn’t created for people to think he was a child abuser but to remind you of that teacher who always gave everyone bad grades because they were extremely demanding, snapped at you for asking a question they thought was stupid, or seemed to live for catching students doing something wrong just to punish them.

We grew up with tons of characters like that (Miss Finster from Recess comes to mind—she basically lived to catch T.J. doing something wrong). They weren’t characters you saw as crossing a line with students, because EVERYONE had at least one teacher like that. The person we clearly saw as an abuser was Umbridge, but that’s because Umbridge wasn’t just about ruining fun—she wanted to repress and dominate the students. She physically harmed them and hurt them, abusing her institutional power. She was the character who scared you and made you angry. That’s why in the 2000s people hated her even more than Voldemort—because we had all either had a teacher like her, knew someone who had one, or heard horror stories about those teachers.

I feel like Gen Z doesn’t understand what it was like to grow up surrounded by boomers with zero emotional management skills who had done no self-work, and instead live in a paradise of Gen X and millennial teachers you can follow on social media. Honestly, they have a totally distorted view of things.

Anyone born in the ‘90s or earlier can clearly see the intention behind Severus as a teacher and what kind of archetype he represents—and they don’t associate him with someone abusive. Rowling wrote those books at a specific time for an audience that would understand that. I’m sorry some people were born 20 years later, but that doesn’t change the facts.

[holypeanuts]

ummmm yapping (kinda analyzing) about the recent ddvau chapter or whatever !! 😋😋

BTW THIS ISNT A POST ABOUT DEFENDING ANY CHARACTERS PLS.. 🙏😞

I'm just yapping about what I'm seeing mostly idk

comic/art creds : @kitsuneisi

OK STARTING OFF WITH THIS PART!!! ^

there's so much that can be taken from this image alone GAHHH

in this chapter hotguy talks about the "view" of grians hospital room (which is CRAZY conversation starter btw 😧) which means he was definitely trying to get the upper hand here. Reminding grian how easy it is to track him, or spot him out.

Considering how grian acts around HG hes very closed off to him- so, in order to get information out of him (<grian), HG chose the more (IMO) authoritative approach. he deliberately chose a way of wording to make grian feel small, vulnerable, and almost more likely to share information due to the pressure of authority.

I mean, it'd be a lot easier to get information out of someone who's scared.

(AGAIN, NOT DEFENDING HOTGUY HERE!!!!This is definitely not a good thing to do, but it's also very common for cops / detectives to use fear or pressure as a tatic to get information out of suspects.)

Pressure makes people crack, which is what HG wants! He wants grian to "crack".

Ok that was way to long. 😞 Sorry chat

ONTO THIS PANNEL ^

We already know grian is standoffish towards HG but with HG's body language I don't think he was prepared for that wall to be put up so quickly..., or at least not to this degree!

Grian is obviously unsettled by HG's presence right now, and since the first part of their conversation was literally HG saying (more like implied but whatever) he was watching him; it makes sense why he is!!

Grian (mother spore) caused a lot of damage to both property and people (even if it wasn't technically grian who did it) he's obviously concerned about the consequences of what happened.

And if the law enforcement is anything like how I'm imagining it is then, he should be concerned about being arrested! Even if it wasn't his fault, he could still very well be blamed for the incident. It was still his body that was being used for the damage.

Okay, I feel like HG was trying to be nice..? Supportive...??? Here.. Like, it reminds me of #those people who're saying they aren't racist but the way they say shit is so ignorant that it makes you like.... Go "umm"... Ykw I mean???

Like it was low-key ignorant considering HG himself isn't actually mutant. So it just makes it worse that he phrased it like that.

I also feel like this was a way to show off the power imbalance here as well. Especially with how HG is practically on top of grian, while grian looks unsettled (and while injured), it really just shows their imbalance even more!!!

Which kinda makes the situation worse! 😭

Okay, so now he's going back to the pressuring route...,

While he's still leaning over grian... (ITS A POWER IMBALANCE THING GUYS I SWEAR!!!! I scream as they drag me into a padded room) oughhhh ☹️

With the way HG said "as far as they are aware, you were possessed by something that gave you wings" and the following up with "as far as I'm aware" I feel like he's trying to hint to grian that he knows something (he doesn't actually☠️) that he (<grian) doesn't want him (<HG) to know! Trickery !! 😮

This is also a very common cop (/ authority) tatic btw! Like saying they know things (while being vague, like, majority of the time) while (usually) knowing nothing. They use it as a way to say "hey, we know things! So it's best to fess up now since we already know LOL. (^_-)"

AGAIN WITH THE POWER IMBALANCE CAUSE WDYM "let's not forget"!!!! At the beginning !! bros low-key manipulative! (｀´）

But manipulation is also needed in this line of work. so while I don't necessarily hate him for trying to get information out that way, I can completely understand why grian does NOT like the way HG is going about this. Being basically interviewed (coughsss interrogated) in this manner is extremely off-putting, stressful, nerve-racking and, annoying to deal with as the "suspect" <idk how else to phrase it sorry 😞

OOOOO OKAY where to start,,

The way he hugs him while basically saying hes kinda fucked if others find out about what happened AGGHHH tearing my skin off WTF IS HIS PROBLEM. 😭😭😭

THE "for now" IS SO OMINOUS.. are we foreshadowing rn chat

"it was just you and me" classic cop line! WOWZERS

But that line is kinda subtly telling grian that he can't hide something from him because he was there to see the carnage! He's basically saying "don't lie cause I'll know" or something like that

^^ (I'D LIKE TO PREFERENCE THIS BY SAYING THIS IS MY INTERPRETATION, YOU CAN SES IT HOWEVER YOU FEEL IT IS!!)

"your secret is safe with me" waiter,! Waiter! More power imbalance please!! 🍽️

THE WAY HG LOOKS AT GRIAN DURING THE HUG AHHHH falls to my knees and shreds my shirt apart in that one werewolf meme style

Umm okkk I think I'm done 🤓

[oopey-doopey]

One thing I appreciate is that they have been showing how depressed some of the characters are by having them do things incredibly out of character for them

Simon threw away a child’s book, making her cry, which given his own daughter he would never do in a good headspace

Prismo took someone saying wish on accident and used it as there one wish, when he actively refused to use up Jake’s one wish for a sandwich

The Lich held up the main trio and could’ve killed them, but decided not to, which is the most surprising of the three

I like this but also it’s mostly caused by the fact that the characters got what they wanted:

Simon only became so hostile cause he was constantly reminded how much happier and cooler they saw him as Ice King despite him wanting to be Simon. He’s realizing it’s not being easy when he feels like no one knows Simon and only the Ice King.

The Lich is despressed cause his existence is meaningless now. He is the bringer of extinction and there’s nothing to end now. He won. Even if he killed the three hee be back to having absolute victory and being without purpose, without meaning. I think it’s the least surprising to me cause if my purpose was rendered meaningless by my own hand… What’s the point?

Prismo is a special case in that it’s more he clearly doesn’t have anyone. Prismo isn’t really allowed to fulfill his own wants and by trying to do so it did cause problems for him but technically completely separate fro why he’s depressed. Also I think the wish is in character as Prismo is a tad bit snarky and mischievous, he describes his wishes as trick wishes himself. The Jake thing is more Prismo like really liked Jake and broke rules for him. It’s more so Prismo wouldn’t have been so blasé about the wish but he’s sorta in a rut since his dog crush died.

I think it perfectly shows that each character reacts a different way to being stuck in their lives that are supposed to be wonderful now and how it affects others who believe that they are happy.

[egophiliac]

Hi it's just to let you know that the official romanization of Revaan's name is Raverne ! Also they have romanized Baul's name to Baur !

Twst coming back at us again with the least expected romanization! thank you everybody (oh god my inbox) (no it's great, I literally asked for this and the reactions have been INCREDIBLE, thank you all!)

I do like Raverne though, I think it's got a nice fancy sound to it! (I had kinda suspected it was going to be an R instead of an L, so the fact that it's SO close to Laverne except for that is hilarious to me personally.) and Dragoneye Duke is honestly probably the best translation for his title, I wasn't envying the localizers that one. :') Baur instead of Baul I was NOT expecting, but in retrospect I think his name's supposed to be a reference to the Bauru crocodile, so that actually makes way more sense!

someone else also said Meleanor has become Maleanor, which is the REALLY weird one to me, because I was so surprised it was written as Mel instead of Mal in the first place?! oh god no I can't decide which one I like better. 😭 (I wonder if they might change it to Mal...they have made romanization changes before) (like I remember House of Distraction being corrected to House of Destruction in Playful Land) (I did check and she's still Mel for now, but I dunno, they might Mal her up and some point and save me from having to make a decision about which one to use) (HECK I CAN'T DECIDE)

uhhhh thank you for letting me ramble about anime names, let's just say MONOGRAMMED SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE