#maybe not giving people a chance to get to know the real me is a bad thing actually

[anomaliex]

Pretty privilege is real because if Riz started handing out business cards again it'd be well (or at least less badly) received because he's hot now. This is extremely funny to me. Honestly anything relating to Riz having stumbled ass backwards into being hot (He's not even trying. Fabian is furious slash lighthearted abt that one.) and not really caring about it all is peak comedy. To me.

Like think about it. If you're his age or younger and this Goblin kills someone really well because that's what he does, and he adjusts his tie and pulls a business card out of his vest and he's covered in tattoos (and if it's after combat I guess there's a decent chance he's a little bloody too) and his hair is dishevelled but looks good now and he hands it over casually because he learned how to social interaction at some point and has +9 to persuasion and just goes "Riz Gukgak, private eye." What the fuck. That's not "kid that's gonna get bullied" anymore this is cool now. Only hot people are allowed to do insane shit like give out business cards without being in an appropriate setting. I think it helps that he's actually licensed now lmao but you get the point. Also somewhere here I have to acknowledge that if you're not a small creature it might be less cool. But it probably works on some medium folk still. My point still stands it's like, the vibes aren't cringe failure anymore.

Fig or honestly Gorgug randomly brings this up while they're chilling and then they have to test it out and force Riz to do it several times and he plays along at least for a bit because he loves his friends and Fabian swoons as dramatically as possible and they don't let it rest (and hey that might have honestly flustered him a little bit and The Ball is not supposed to be able to do that. What the fuck happened.) Riz does not understand what the big deal is but apparently the cringey thing he did in middle school is suddenly cool now and he could "get some" (ew) if he wanted (he absolutely does not). He can't decide if his friends are just crazy (not unlikely) (Adaine isn't being weird about it but she's also not saying the others are insane so that's a bad sign. Gorgug isn't being weird about it but he agrees. Oh no.) or if he can never hand out a business card to anyone under the age of twenty again (not that he was planning to I think he had a bit of a career shift. But. Y'know.)

Honestly I think Riz in general had a little trouble after the whole vibe change because now people's perception of him is different, and therefore he has to interact with them differently to get the same reactions. There is a point to which he can't get the same reactions. Like, adults he doesn't know seem to think he's a little less trustworthy now (it's hard not to believe some obvious nerd loser is being earnest. It's harder to believe that the tatted up cool guy has the same attitude) and he has to deliberately proof he's a good boy (mostly). People his age are less inclined to brush him off but also take his bluntness as either a challenge or weird flirting or maybe both when it was just him being blunt and awkward before.

He clocks it after a few times and adjusts, and all it really takes is a slight tone adjustment because it's not like, a huge difference, but it's weird that there's a difference at all. He didn't really think rolling up his sleeves and wearing his tie a little looser and bedazzling himself with rings and bracers would make him seem that much less like a social loser but apparently it does. It helps that he has expertise in persuasion but at first he doesn't realise his "I need to learn how to be palatable" self-training screwed him over in a weird backwards way.

Riz is a weird guy. Social cues are more like, clues to him. That he has to rigorously watch out for and piece together like a puzzle. He can absolutely do it, and he excels at it nowadays, but it didn't come to him naturally and took him. A while. In middle school he definitely didn't get it. What's instinct to others has to be a conscious thought process for him, idk, have i mentioned that he's autistic. I know this, trust. I kinda lost the point idk man.

Being autistic and aroace and falling into some weird niche of attractiveness and also being weird and awkward as shit but "cool now" is hard. Suddenly people approach him in different ways than before and sometimes he doesn't even get it until his friends tell him because it was something completely new and then he has to learn new clues for those specific settings because apparently it's different at a party than at school. All in all weird experience socially. But Riz enjoys puzzles so maybe this can be enrichment or something, who knows.

[william-byers-1971]

Mike and Will's ⏾ 10 PM study session

in Mike's basement

Jealous and Possessive Mike Wheeler

(A Byler Fic, Season 5)

Characters: Mike. Will. Chance

Mike and Will's angsty fight exposes their unspoken feelings. As the confrontation heats up, Mike feels the urge to reveal his true feelings for Will, ultimately laying his emotions on the line.

Will and Mike are sitting in Mike's basement, surrounded by textbooks and scattered notes, diligently working on their homework.

Mike is quiet, but there's an air of anger and distraction around him. He can't shake off the discomfort he felt during a friendly exchange between Will and Chance in the school hallway. Watching them interact so easily stirred up a mix of emotions in Mike, making him feel insecure and unsettled...

"I really don’t think you should be talking to those jocks," Mike said as he opened his math textbook. Will frowned. "Why not? You have friends in the Hellfire Club, and I never told you who you could or couldn't hang out with." Mike scoffed. "That’s different!" "How is it different? Explain it to me!" Will challenged, his voice firm. Mike shot back angrily, "Because those are my friends! None of them in that club are flirting with me!" Will’s eyes widened in realization. "Oh please, you can be honest here and tell me why you're saying all of this! it's about Chance, isn’t it? Look! I wasn’t even talking to him! He just walked by and asked me how my day was. What was I supposed to do? Tell him to get lost for asking a simple question?" Mike asked, his voice filled with anger, "Oh really? Just a simple question! huh!? So tell me, why is that asshole suddenly interested in how your day went? Tomorrow, he’ll probably show up asking about the weather, and when you say it’s great, he’ll say, "If the weather’s so great… we should go out on a date" Give me a fucking break! Wow, that rhymed Will" "Wow, you’re a genius Mike! Will exclaimed in frustration. "But why are you making it sound like I’m the one seeking Chance’s attention? I have no clue what he is thinking or what his intentions are! I think you’re blowing this way out of proportion. Chance isn’t the real problem here." Mike’s jaw tightened. "Oh, so now that he’s no longer a problem, he’s suddenly amazing? Is that it? Is that why you find him attractive now?" Will sighed. "I don’t know! But why are you asking me all this? Besides, you have El, and I have no one. Maybe I should start thinking about having someone too. I know Chance has a reputation, but doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance? Maybe he’s not what people say he is." Mike exclaimed, clearly frustrated. "Oh, how wonderful ! Now you want to give him a chance? You clearly have no idea what you're even talking about! So let me be the smarter one here and set things straight once and for all! You’re not talking to that pervy jerk again, alright?! I absolutely can't stand watching that fool talk to you, right out in the open for everyone to see. If you want to join a group, you’re better off in Hellfire, at least, the people there don’t have creepy motives. End of discussion!" Will’s voice wavered slightly. "What’s wrong with me wanting someone? Did you ask for my permission before you started dating El? So why should I need your approval to see someone?" Mike hesitated before blurting out "Because…because…" He looked at Will, his expression raw, vulnerable. "I can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone but me. You’re mine. Only mine. That’s the only way I’ve seen things from the beginning. Only I can treat you right. Only I. No one else but me."

[Inspiration: I was watching this beautiful Byler edit, and I couldn’t help but think about how Mike would confess to Will that he’s fallen in love with him. It wouldn’t be easy for him,  especially given Will's implied confession through his painting, now, it’s entirely up to Mike to take the next step and be honest about his own feelings.]

Thanks for reading💛💙

-By @william-byers-1971

[asha-mage]

WoT S3, Episode 1 Assorted Thoughts

One fun detail about the opening scene that leapt out to me on re watch is that the camera takes time to linger on all the members of Liandrin's evil girl posse as their entering the Hall. Nice subtle bit of Foreshadowing.

Shout out to that one Yellow Sister who is just loving the drama. Hope she survived and is doing amazing.

One thing that's fascinating about this moment from an adaption perspective is that in the books, none of the Wondergirls ever get a moment of confrontation with Liandrin the way Nynaeve does here- in fact it's one of the original injustices that despite their heroism and everything they've been through their punished for supposedly 'running away'- a ruse meant to protect them from suspicion that might arise if it was none they where tied to Liandrin post her Darkfriend reveal. This is a bitter pill for all of them to swallow and is part of what motivates them to join the hunt and bring down Liandrin. But here Nynaeve gets that moment of confrontation- a chance to stand and accuse Liandrin in the Hall itself, lay bare her crimes for all to see. And it doesn't play out at all like Nynaeve or anyone else probably imagined it would- because of course it doesn't. The world is more complicated then that, and their are precious few moments of true triumphant justice to be had. I think it's a credit to the show's writers that it feels like it fits in the kind themeatic schema Jordan used.

God the effects and the combat in this scene just rule so HARD.

The way Tsutama just fucking WASTES Jeanie's warders is so hardcore

As an aside man Maksim's 'Thank the light! Jeaine! Chesmal!' is so freaking heartbreaking, because it's not like these are random sisters- their ones Ihvon and Maskim (and likely Alanna) know and probably like. Same with Nyomi's cold blooded 'I don't have to listen to your bullshit anymore' next scene. It really drives home the horror of the Black Ajah.

What if a friend you've known, maybe for decades or even centuries, was secretly working to kill you and destroy everything you believe in- you have inside jokes and a working rapport and yet they have committed their entire soul to destroying everything you hold dear, and would kill you in a heartbeat. God it's so awful and it rules.

I really hope we get more of Ispan. Her actress is so pretty and goes so hard despite not having any diaolge.

The cut in half Amyrlin seat framing Siuan as she and the others rush to cut off Liandrin's Evil Girl Posse is so *chef kiss* in terms of Foreshadowing.

It's so on brand for Alanna that she's ready to take on Liandrin's entire evil girl posse in front of the gates of Tar Valon with nothing but her Warders for backup.

Alright new content time, let's goooooo!

Holy FUCK Alanna you GO. Also bye two sisters I couldn't place in my id round up!

Bye Ivohn! Knew that was coming but still, you ruled. RIP a real one.

God Moiraine and Siuan in this scene are just so augahuaghuaga!

Woof that's a lot of dead Warders.

I really love the stone dust and debris on Nynaeve here, it really sells the raw carnage and destruction.

Two things- I really love that the show gives time to the Two Rivers folks as just a unit, and I also love Moiraine taking this moment to highlight one of the always present tensions in the books: who knows what, and who is telling who what. People like to boil down a lot of the conflict in WoT to 'miscommunication' but the truth is Jordan was fascinated by how people trust, and how they communicate and the things that poison that well. Glad to see the show picking up that theme.

Man if it aint peak Wonderboys behavior to UTTERLY and immediately ignore Moiraine's advice, at Mat's urging no less.

I am really glad their ruminating on the fact that killing Renna didn't make everything right with Egwene- it doesn't undo her trauma or lessen the burden of what she went through. However a triumphant it felt in the moment, violence can't heal or build, and that really is just a straight up central theme in WoT.

God. Mat's random bouts of the Old Tongue really are just incredibly unsettling aren't they?

SNAKES AND FOXES

Lanfear and Moiraine's scene is so so good. Exactly the kind of 4d mind chess I adore about this series.

Siuan is in such an interesting position right now contrasted with where she is in the books at this point- especially in her relationship with Egwene. In the books Siuan has all the leverage because it's not yet a question of if the Wondergirls want to be Aes Sedai or not. Moiraine has essentially passed custody of this trio to her, and the power dynamic is very clear. But with Siuan and Moiraine divided, and the Wondergirls very clearly in Moiraine's camp, she has far less leverage. She can't force Nynaeve and Egwene where she wants them. It's a good bit of set up for the later nuances of Egwene and Siuan's relationship.

Elayne is REALLY popping off in these back to back scenes.

I have to admit to a bit of disappointment at the arches being so truncated, but it's the same problem with Nynaeve's trip last season: to fully adapt these chapters you'd need devote a whole episode to them each a piece. And that just isn't feasible.

DELICIOUS Moiraine and Rand power struggle scene followed IMMEDIATELY by a Siuan and Egwene power struggle scene. So many kids disrespecting their mentors.

Everyone conituning to make progress Rizzing up Rand's LIs except for Rand, meanwhile Mat is playing knife based kissing games. They must both think Perrin knows what he's doing, and yet I know that Faile is on her way.

All of which is to say- the loser Wonderboy energy is entirely on point.

I love the mirror with Egwene and Rand's scene here about the arches, to their season 1 scene about the Women's Circle test.

Nynaveve and Mat's scene is so good.

BUBBLE OF EVIL SCENE AW YEAH

OHOHOHOHOH the symbolism of the axe destroying the ring, the cards being heroes of the horn! Not to mention all the deliberate juxtaposition of sex and violence.

Moiraine and Lan deliberately letting the situation get Worse before they help in order to push their point.

All the parting of ways are so gooooooood! Also can't wait for Faile to get her girl gang.

Nynaeve and Lan just killing it in every scene their in.

Moghedian freak behavior continues I love it. Also hi Jaichim! Wasn't expecting to see you! Believe it or not this probably a better fate then you got in canon, so rejoice!

[illwilledomen]

What are tips about talking about projects and ocs and things alike on the internet? Your minecraft au amazes to the point that i made not one, but TWO ocs for it, problem is, I'm a little wary about sharing it and im not sure why, i hope this question isn't too invasive or over the top! Thanks in advance!

- 🍏 apple anon

First off, thank you so much! It’s really cool seeing people make OCs for my AU.

First piece of advice I’d give is to Just Do It. I know that doesn’t sound particularly helpful at first glance, but trust me it’s helped a lot. That discomfort will always be there, that “cringe” feeling, trust me I get it constantly, but you have to think about it this way: If you don’t share it now, when? Hiding it away means no one will see it, and it will remain untouched. Share it, and new opportunities and love will present itself to you that you could not even imagine.

The problem with social media of course is that it’s chance-based, it might take a few tries and a few different iterations for you to find the audience you need. So secondly, don’t give up. Keep trying, experimenting, ETC. Try to keep at it, even when you feel unmotivated or unconfident, because the first step is pushing through that discomfort.

Thirdly, here’s more of a logical one: Have a set place for people to find your work. I am unfortunately very guilty of not doing this, so do as I say not as I do. If you have an extensive written lore or world you’ve made, put it somewhere so people who are interested in your work can refer to it and grow attached to the story you’re making. This could be a blog, a wiki, a Toyhouse page, whatever.

Finally, interact with the people who show interest. You may feel shy or intimidated by questions, but answer them regardless. If people are curious and asking questions that’s a good sign. If you answer them (and maybe add a little point of interest that gets them hooked… I like being a little mysterious sometimes…) you will satisfy their curiosity, and make them more attentive to what you’re making. They might go tell a friend, or talk about it on their page, and that will mean one, two or more new people might be looking at your work.

Most important part is DON’T GIVE UP!!!! CRINGE IS THE IMAGINATION KILLER!!!! SELF DEPRECATION IS THE PASSION KILLER!!! Sometimes, even if you feel like a dogs bum with a hat on, you must lie to yourself and pretend the sun shines out of your arse. KEEP AT IT.

KEEP your passion alive, keep trying, keep testing, make sure YOU have fun first and foremost. Don’t listen to the people bagging you or disparaging your work, skill or ideas, because 99% of the time the people who do that and have no real criticism to give are uncreative and wanting to tear down those who are. GOOD LUCK

[fandomrewrites]

Legends Chapter 1: Conscription Day

Hello everyone, Welcome to the Fourth Wing. Please read my post on the disclaimer/authors note before reading this chapter. I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Please let me know if you want to be added to a taglist. As always constructive criticism is welcomed.

Chapters 1-3 in Fourth Wing Pairings: Xaden x Younger Sister, Liam Mairi x Best Friend Warnings: Violence, Death, Swearing, Spoilers from the book series Word Count: 6,492

Legends Masterlist

I bonded a blue daggertail. Her name is Sgaeyl. I think she'd like you. - Recovered correspondence from Cadet Xaden Riorson to (Y/N) Riorson

It's conscription day, and being a marked one means joining the rider's quadrant whether we want to or not. Lucky for me, I've always loved dragons and knew I wanted to bond one even before the Tyrrish Rebellion. Call me crazy, but flying on a dragon that you have an irreplaceable bond with, that sounds like something to live for.

Plus there's a bonus for me today, after being separated for 5 years, I finally get to see my older brother again. Navarre separated every separatist child that had a sibling, not wanting them to be together and potentially plan another uprising. My brother, Xaden, and I kept in touch through letters of course, but haven't had the chance to see each other since they split us up. His first year in the quadrant was the worse since first years aren't allowed to send or receive letters at all. They claim it helps support wing loyalty but I think it's just about control.

I'm dressed in a tight black tank top and skin tight black pants with a pack filled with only necessities. I have a few daggers strapped to my thighs and ribs as well, one of which has Tyrrish runes on the hilt. My father, Fen Riorson, also known as 'The Great Betrayer' gave me the dagger when I was 13. It's the only type of dagger that can kill Venin. Most people believe Venin are just a fairy tale but they're real and incredibly dangerous. My long black hair is dyed with bright rainbow underneath and is in a high bun, a few wisps of hair loose around my face.

I look around me, then glance up at the tower I'm about to climb. I slowly smile, wondering how quickly I'll be able to find my brother. When I look back to the people around me, some tend to be glancing at my rebellion relic on my left arm, mine's the second biggest out of all of them, it starts at my wrist and stops at the base of my neck. I roll my eyes when I see people scowl. Navarrian's judge too quickly, if only they knew what was really out there.

I quickly join the line behind a blonde boy. He gives his name to the scribe taking roll call. Beside the scribe is a rider with a rebellion relic. I smile when I realize who it is. "Next," The rider calls out. He looks up, his eyes meeting mine, and smiles, "(Y/N) Riorson. It's good to see you. You look good."

I reach down to pick up the quill and write my name, "Thanks Masen, you do too. It's really good to see a familiar face."

"You're brother will be happy to see you. He's made Wingleader."

"Good, he deserves it. I'll see you up there." Masen nods as I step past the table. The girl behind me taking my place. I slowly start up the stairs behind the blonde boy, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

"Sorrengail as in...?" I hear the girl behind me ask. I turn around to see who she's talking to. The girl directly behind me has high cheekbones and an oval face. Her dark brown hair is worn in several rows of short braids that just touch the dark skin of her neck. She looks to be about the same height as me.

The girl behind her replies, "Yep." She's petite, her skin is pale and her eyes are blue, or maybe green? The thing that gives her away though is her hair. She's brunette but the ends are silver. Her hair is styled in a braid to keep it out of her face. It sits like a crown at the top of her head.

"The general?" The blonde guy in front of me turns and asks.

"The same one." The general's daughter replies.

"Wow. Nice leathers, too."

"Yeah, you look hot." I say, smiling at the girl. Most people would think since her mother killed my father I would hate her, but that's just not me. Don't get me wrong, I can't stand her mother. But we are not our parents.

"Thanks," She blushes, "They're courtesy of my sister."

"I wonder how many candidates have fallen off the edge of the steps and died before they even reach the parapet," The woman behind me says.

"That's a morbid thought," I mutter, but crack a smile.

"Two last year. Well, three if you count the girl one of the guys landed on." Sorrengail answers.

"How many steps are there?" Asks the girl between me and Sorrengail.

"Two hundred and fifty." The four of us walk in silence for a few minutes.

"Not too bad. I'm Rhiannon Matthias, by the way."

"Dylan," The blonde ahead of me replies.

"Violet." The youngest Sorrengail introduces.

The three turn towards me, "You'll find out soon." I smile. I don't want Violet to get the wrong idea about me after she finds out my name. I could give her just my first name but I'm not sure if she'll recognize it, so I'd rather not say anything. I notice her glance at my rebellion relic, curiosity written on her face.

"I feel like I've been waiting my entire life for this day." Dylan says, bringing the attention to him. "Can you believe we actually get to do this? It's a dream come true."

A smile lights up mine and Rhiannon's faces, "I can't fucking wait." Rhiannon says, "I mean, who wouldn't want to ride a dragon?"

"Do your parents approve?" Dylan asks, "Because my mom's been begging me to change my mind for months. I keep telling her that I'll have better chances for advancement as a rider, but she wanted me to enter the Healer Quadrant."

"Mine always knew I wanted this, so they've been pretty supportive. Besides, they have my twin to dote on. Reagan's already living her dream, married and expecting a baby." Rhiannon says, she glances back at Violet, "What about you? Let me guess. With a name like Sorrengail, I bet you were the fist volunteer this year."

"I was more like volun-told." Violet replies. We all nod in understanding. "What about you," She looks at me, "Or is that something else we can't know yet?" We've caught up to the guy in front of us, he has light brown hair and tanned skin. He doesn't turn when he hears us approach, instead he continues to focus on the steps in front of him.

I laugh, "My mom hasn't been around since I was 8 and my dad died during the rebellion." I gesture to my relic, the guy in front of Dylan tenses. "I can't say much about my mom but I don't think my dad would had wanted me to join. He was Infantry, wanted my brother to join like him and I think he would had been happy with me joining any other quadrant. But it's been my dream to bond a dragon since I can remember." I shrug. "So even if I wasn't, how did you put it? Volun-told, I would still be here today."

"You were forced into the riders quadrant?" Dylan asks.

"Yeah, all marked ones are required to join. It was a deal made for us to survive instead of dying alongside our parents." I pause, "I think they were hoping we'd be killed off here, but lots of marked ones have become riders, so jokes on them." The guy in front of Dylan finally turns around, his eyes land on my relic causing his glare to harden. He looks disgusted but I just roll my eyes.

There's an awkward silence before Violet changes the topic back to riders perks, "Riders don't get way better perks than other officers." She says to Dylan, "Better pay, more leniency with the uniform policy." She trails off.

"And the right to call yourself a supreme bad ass," Rhiannon adds.

Violet nods in agreement. "Plus, I've heard that riders are allowed to marry sooner than the other quadrants." Dylan says.

"True, right after graduation." Violet replies. "I think it has something to do with wanting to continue bloodlines."

"Or because we tend to die sooner than the other quadrants." Rhiannon says.

"Exactly, we need to actually make it the three years in the quadrant first," I continue.

"I'm not dying." Dylan says confidently, he pulls a necklace from under his tunic, there's a ring dangling from the chain. "She said it would be bad luck to propose before I left, so we're waiting until graduation." He kisses the ring before tucking the chain back under his shirt, "The next three years are going to be long ones, but they'll be worth it."

I keep my mouth shut but something in me screams that it's not going to turn out alright for him. I admire his confidence, hell I'm confident I'll be fine. But talking about the future so far in advance feels like you're asking Zihnal to give you all the bad luck in the world.

"You might make it across the parapet," The guy behind Violet sneers, "This one here is a breeze away from the bottom of the ravine." Violet and I simultaneously roll our eyes.

"Shut up and focus on yourself." Rhiannon snaps. The top of the tower comes into sight. The clouds look gray and there is a breeze, it's going to start raining any minute now. I can't tell how windy it actually is until I step forward, pass the enclosed walls. The brunette in front of Dylan just started across the parapet, slow and steady.

I eye the three Riders taking roll call, one is instructing Dylan and another is writing the names down but my gaze is locked on the last one. I immediately notice his relic, his black hair, and tawny skin that matches mine, and a smile stretches across my face. Before I can say anything to him Dylan turns towards us, '"See you three on the other side!"

I nod in acknowledgment then my gaze snaps back to the rider with the relic, a smirk is on his face when my eyes reach his. I run up to him and give him a big hug. "I've missed you so much, Xaden!"

He laughs, "I have a reputation to uphold, you're ruining it," He mutters, but he still wraps me in a hug just as big. We pull away and he checks me over, "You've grown a lot since I last saw you."

"Well duh, I was 15." I roll my eyes.

Xaden's eyes narrow, we have the same gold-flecked onyx eyes, "Same attitude though. You ready, (Y/N)?"

I nod confidently, stepping up to the other rider, "(Y/N) Riorson." The riders eyes flicker between me and my brother, "Yes, we're siblings."

Behind me I hear Rhiannon, "You ready for this Sorrengail?"

Xaden's gaze snaps to Violet, I roll my eyes knowing he's going to have to say something to the petite woman. "Sorrengail?"

Violet doesn't answer, so Rhiannon nudges her, "Violet?"

"You're General Sorrengail's youngest."

"And you two are Fen Riorson's kids." Violet counters looking between Xaden and I.

"Your mother captured our father and saw his execution."

I sigh, "Xaden-"

"Your father killed my older brother. Seems like we're even." Violet replies. If only she knew he was alive.

Rhiannon looks at me, "He won't do anything, right?" She asks.

"No." I shake my head.

"You all right?" Rhiannon asks Violet.

Xaden glances at her then me, "You guys friends?"

"We met on the stairs." Violet replies, "All of us."

"Interesting."

"Are you going to kill me?" Violet asks, she glances between my brother and me.

The sky opens up, rain pouring over us. A scream comes from the parapet. We all turn our heads to see Dylan slip. I knew something was going to happen, I just didn't know it would be this quickly. He catches himself, hooking his arms over the stone bridge, his feet scrambling for something to grab onto. "Let go of your pack!" I call out to him.

"Pull yourself up, Dylan!" Rhiannon screams right after me.

But Dylan loses his grip on the parapet. He falls, his body disappearing from view. The guy in front of him, has turned around, watching where Dylan falls. "Why would I waste my energy killing you when the parapet will do it for me?" I hear Xaden say to Violet. He turns back to me, "Don't you dare die out there. I just got you back."

"Please, I can skip across and still be fine. Maybe do a little spin?" I smirk at my brother.

Xaden glares, "Don't test anything. Especially not in this weather."

"Yeah, yeah. See you later. Can't wait to meet Sgaeyl." I turn towards the girls, "Good luck. Hope to see you both on the other side."

I step up onto the soaked parapet, the wisps of loose hair whipping in my face. I take a step and put my arms out to the sides to keep my balance. If it wasn't rainy, I would had been fine walking without my arms out for balance, but my shoes don't have a good grip which I realize after just a few steps. I slowly kneel down, untying my right boot and taking it off. I slowly stand up, boot in hand, and take one step forward so my left foot is in front of me. I bend down again, untying my left boot, taking it off and holding it in my other hand.

Once I'm standing up at my full height I notice the brunette is still standing on the parapet, facing me. "Dude, are you going to continue?" The guy smirks at me, he slowly takes a dagger out of a sheath at his ribs. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I mumble to myself.

I tie my shoelaces together, then place them over my neck like a scarf to free my hands. I reach for my dagger that's strapped to my thigh. "Last chance to continue before I kill you." I yell at the guy. He's bigger than me but there's no way I'm dying here. Not today.

The guy scoffs, "I'd like to see you try." He beckons me forward. So, with nothing else to do, I charge. I'm quick, quicker than what he thought I would be considering the look on his face. I fly over the wet stone, once I get close enough, I drop into a slide. Before he can block me, I kick my leg out, he falls to his back with a heavy thud, the air knocked out of his lungs.

I stand up quick, he tries to lift his dagger up to protect himself, but I kick his arm. The unmistakable sound of bone snapping can be heard over the pounding rain. His dagger falls out of his hand, dropping to the ravine below. I bend down over him, dagger held to his throat, "Should had walked away when you had the chance." Before he can beg for his life, I slit his throat, I wipe the blood off my knife with his shirt then I search his sheaths for anymore daggers, placing them in my own sheaths, before I push his body off the parapet.

I stand up straight again, noticing blood on my hand, I wipe it off on my own shirt and double check my sheaths. I look ahead of me, noticing that I have about ten more feet before making it to the other side. Ten more feet before I can become a cadet. I square my shoulders, raise my head high, then continue across like nothing happened.

Once I take my last step off the parapet, I turn to the rider sitting beside the scroll for name call. She has red hair and a crossbow attached to her back, "Name?" She asks.

"(Y/N) Riorson." I smile.

She snorts, "Should have known."

The male rider next to her looks me up and down, noticing the boots around my neck, "Can't say I've ever seen someone cross barefoot. Or kill someone that quickly on the parapet."

"Yeah, well, there's a first time for everything." I remove the boots from around my neck then look away from the rider. I instantly make eye connect with someone I haven't seen in 5 years. He's under an overhang, keeping out of the rain. His blue eyes connect with my onyx ones, a smirk on his face. I run towards him and jump into his arms, boots gently bouncing off his back. "I missed you so fucking much, Liam."

Liam and I have been best friends for years, his mother Colonel Mairi worked with my father during the rebellion. He was also fostered with my brother. Liam and I wrote letter's to each other often, especially when Xaden went into his first year in the quadrant. We promised each other that we would wait for the other after crossing the parapet, wanting to see each other as soon as possible.

"I missed you too, (Y/N)." He pulls back slightly, still holding me in his arms. "Crossing the parapet barefoot and did I hear that guy say you killed someone?" He shakes his head. He reaches lower, picking up my legs to lock them around his waist.

"What are you doing?" I smile at him, but keep my arms and legs locked around him. "And yes I killed someone, he was trying to kill me first, I gave him the option to walk away but he didn't listen."

"Carrying you to a bench," He answers my question before continuing to talk about the candidate I killed, "I'm guessing he didn't realize who you were if he challenged you."

"I can walk, you know." I reply, rolling my eyes. "And you'd be correct, he saw my relic but didn't know anything else."

"Yes, but the ground is gross and you have no socks or shoes on." He stops in front of a bench, gently placing me back on the ground. "Sit." I sit, watching as he kneels in front of me, reaching for my boots. He unties the laces so they're no longer together, "Already getting death threats." He mumbles under his breath.

"I can also put on my own shoes." I smirk. I choose to drop the conversation about the guy I killed unless he asks me more questions.

"I know. But why should you when I'm here?" He smiles.

I sigh as he lifts my left foot to put my boot back on. "You're too good to me."

"Just treating you like you deserve."

"I don't know. I think this is a lot."

Liam shakes his head, "Absolutely not. You deserve to be treated like a fucking Goddess. So that's exactly how I'll treat you." I blush at his words.

"Well at least stop looking at me like that." I say as he puts my left foot down and picks up my right. His blue eyes are soft, he's looking at me like he's seeing the sun for the first time in years.

"I can't help it. You're beautiful. And I haven't seen you in 5 years."

"I look like a mess right now." I wave a hand indicating my hair which is messy from the wind and rain.

"You always look beautiful to me." His smile lights up his face.

"Stop. I'll have to marry you if you keep saying all these nice things to me." I roll my eyes, but the smile on my face tells him I'm not annoyed.

"Then I'll have to thank Zihnal, because luck would surely be on my side if I get to marry you." I giggle, causing his eyes to light up. He squeezes my thigh, "All set." He stands up, hands stretched in front of him to help me up.

I kiss his cheek once I'm at my full height, "Thank you, handsome."

"You're very welcome," His eyes scan my body, making sure I'm alright, "Are you okay? That guy didn't hurt you, right?"

I shake my head, keeping one of my hands in his, "No, he didn't even get one hit in. Now come on. I gotta make sure the girls I met on the stairs made it." When I get back to the parapet I see Violet and Rhiannon hugging. I let go of Liam's hand, making my way to the girls, "You guys made it!"

"We did!" Rhiannon yells back, pulling me into a hug. Violet hangs back clearly unsure how to act around me. "Thank gods you're okay! Your brother looked about ready to murder that guy when he saw you start to fight. I seriously thought he was going to start crossing and interfere, but you ended everything so quick he didn't have a chance."

"The guy was underestimating me." I shrug, "He thought because he was bigger he could easily over power me, clearly that didn't work." I then gesture towards Liam, "This is Liam Mairi, my best friend." Liam smiles, waving at Rhiannon and Violet.

Rhiannon smiles back at Liam, she then turns her attention back to Violet, looping an arm through hers, "We need to switch our shoes back."

"There's a bench right over-"

I'm cut off as a tall figure in rider black pushes past Liam and I, moving towards the youngest Sorrengail, "Violet?" He looks her over, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Good to see you too, Dain." Violet replies, her knees give out once the sentence leaves her mouth.

"Damn it, Violet," he mutters. He wraps an arm around her, helping her stand straight. He moves her to the bench that Liam and I just left. Rhiannon, Liam, and I exchange looks before following.

"I'm going to be sick." Violet whispers.

"Head between your knees," Dain replies. The two clearly know each other. "It's the adrenaline. Give it a minute and it will pass." He finally turns to the rest of the group, "Who the hell are you guys?" He eyes mine and Liam's rebellion relics.

I glare at him as Rhiannon answers, "I'm Rhiannon... Violet's friend."

Dain's eyes linger on me and Liam. "I'm Liam Mairi." Liam introduces.

"(Y/N)." I say, not giving him my last name.

"Full name, cadet." Dain growls.

I roll my eyes, "(Y/N) Riorson. Asshole." Liam's lips quirk up, fighting a smile.

Dain's glare hardens at my name, "Listen to me. Violet is fine. And if anyone asks, then tell them exactly what I said, that it's just the adrenaline working out of her system. Understand?"

"It's no one's business what's going on with Violet," Rhiannon retorts. "So I wouldn't say shit. Especially not when she's the reason I made it across the parapet."

"You better mean that," Dain's eyes flicker back to Liam and I.

"Like Rhiannon said, it's no ones business. So I won't say shit." I reply, Liam nodding in agreement.

"Why are you even here, Riorson? We're in formation. You can't kill her."

I roll my eyes, "If I wanted Sorrengail dead, I would had pushed her off the stairs the minute I realized who she was. Who the fuck are you anyway?"

"He's one of my oldest friends," Violet replies, slowly lifting her head.

"And a second-year rider, Cadet. Show some respect."

"I'll show some respect when you earn it." I snap back. Dain glares but focuses back on Violet. They have a whispered conversation. Rhiannon, Liam, and I hanging back.

"Vi, do you trust this one?" He asks Violet, nodding towards Rhiannon and leaving Liam and I out of the question. Violet nods, causing Dain to turn towards Rhiannon, "I'm Dain Aetos, and I'm the leader of Second Squad, Flame Section, Second Wing." No wonder he's bossy. Still doesn't mean I'm going to respect him if he's being a judgy ass just because of my last name.

"Parapet should be over in the next couple of hours, depending on how fast the candidates cross or fall. Go find the redhead with the roll - she's usually carrying a crossbow - and tell her that Dain Aetos put both you and Violet Sorrengail into his squad. If she questions you, tell her she owes me from saving her ass at Threshing last year. I'll bring Violet back to the courtyard shortly."

Rhiannon looks at Violet in reassurance. Violet nods. "Go before someone see us," Dain orders. When Rhiannon leaves Dain looks back at Liam and I.

"Don't worry, I can tell when I'm not wanted." I roll my eyes, at the taller boy. Before leaving I turn back towards Violet, "I really am happy to see you made it." I grab Liam's hand once more pulling him away.

"Becoming friends with a Sorrengail?" Liam asks.

"She's not her mom. And according to her she didn't even want to be here. I need to find Bodhi." Liam nods, "Did you want to come with?"

Liam shrugs, "Sure, haven't seen him in a while. Might as well say hi."

Liam and I look around the group of cadets, and gently elbow our way past people to try and find my cousin. Just like Xaden and Liam, it's been 5 years since I've seen him so I'm definitely eager to catch up. It's only his second year, so last year I didn't get to keep in contact with him. Xaden, of course, let me know how he was doing and that he bonded a green swordtail named Cuir. "I know you said that guy didn't hurt you but how are you feeling? He was the first person you killed, right?"

"He was," I confirm, "But I feel fine, it's not a big deal. I knew coming here, especially with my last name, it was going to be kill or be killed. And I quite like living so I don't really have another option." Liam nods, but still keeps a close eye on me. He's always been protective, despite knowing that I'm completely capable of caring for myself.

As we walk through the crowd, my eyes land on Eya, who is a second year and my foster sister. "Eya!" I call out. Her eyes snap to me, a giant smile showing on her face.

She stops talking to the woman next to her and wraps me in a big hug. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. Have you seen Bodhi?"

She shakes her head, leaning back to look me over, "He should be around here."

"I'm fine. No need to look me over like that."

She rolls her eyes, "Your balance was always the best but you can't blame me for being concerned." Her eyes narrow on the spot of blood smeared into my shirt, "Is that blood?"

"It's not mine. And I'm alive. That's all that matters right now."

Her eyes widen, "It's not yours?"

Before I can reply, strong arms wrap around me from behind, "There you are! Thank gods you're okay!" I recognize Bodhi's voice instantly, he backs away, grabbing my shoulder's to turn me around so we're eye to eye. "I was hearing rumors that you were attacked on the parapet. Are they true?"

I smile, "Yes, they're true. Yes, I'm fine. Yes, I killed him. The blood is his, not mine. Any other questions I missed the answer too?"

Liam adds on, "Don't forget you were also barefoot."

"What happened?" Eya asks, bringing my attention back towards her. So I retell the story about the guy glaring at me when he found out I was a marked one and how he waited for me on the parapet so I couldn't cross and my only option was to kill him.

"He didn't even know your last name?" Bodhi questions. I shake my head, "Fuck, I know we're targeted but..." He trails off.

"I knew coming here I was going to be targeted, even worse once people know who I am. I'm not dying at the hands of another cadet. If I die here, it's going to be because the dragons decide I'm not worthy, but gods do I hope that's not the case."

He nods, "Always the smart one. But we all got your back. You're not alone in here. Imogen and Garrick will be happy to see you again. And of course there's us three," He nods towards Eya and Liam, "And Xaden. We won't let anything happen to you."

I smile brightly, "I know, but no need to worry about me, like I said, I have everything handled. And gods am I excited to see everyone again. I was lucky to be with Eya in our foster home but it's nice to have all of you back." Because marked ones can only be in groups of three or less, Liam leaves me alone with Bodhi and Eya. He hugs me goodbye, reassuring me that we'll talk again soon. For the next two hours I sit with Bodhi and Eya, waiting for the last of the cadets to cross the parapet. Xaden is the last to cross the parapet once all the cadets have crossed over. He stops to say something to the redhead, then moves away, towards the front of the courtyard.

"Looks like we're about to start, get over there with the other first years, we'll see you later." Bodhi pulls me into a quick hug as he speaks. As soon as Bodhi lets go, Eya hugs me too. I smile one last time at them before I turn and head towards the group of first years.

I spot Rhiannon first, moving to stand beside her. I flash a quick smile at her, Violet, and another girl that I haven't met yet, then face forward. "Three hundred and one of you have survived the parapet to become cadets today," Commandant Panchek starts, "Good job. Sixty seven did not."

The girl I don't know whispers to us, "I heard this is just a stepping stone for him. He wants Sorrengail's job, then General Melgren's."

"General Melgren's?" Rhiannon whispers back.

"He'll never get it," Violet says just as quietly, "Melgren's dragon gives him the signet ability to see a battle's outcome before it happens." Except for when there's four or more marked ones in the battle, but I don't tell them that. This is why only three marked ones are allowed to be around each other at a time. Not that we actually listen to the man who killed our parents. "There's no beating that, and you can't be assassinated if you know it's coming."

Panchek continues, "As the Codex says, now you begin the true crucible! You will be tested by your superiors, hunted by your peers, and guided by your instincts. If you survive to Threshing, and if you are chosen, you will be riders. Then we'll see how many live to graduation."

There's a pause before Panchek continues, "Your instructors will teach you," he swings a hand to indicate the professors. "It's up to you how well you learn." He then points at us. "Discipline falls to your units, and your wingleader is the last word. If I have to get involved... You don't want me involved."

"With that said, I'll leave you to your wingleaders. My best advice, don't die." Panchek walks off stage and a brunette woman takes his place.

"I'm Nyra, the senior wingleader of the quadrant and the head of the first wing. Section leaders and squad leaders, take your positions now."

Second and Third years gather at the front, I see Garrick standing among them, he's a section leader for fourth wing. "Sections and squads." Violet whispers. "Three squads in each section and three sections in each of the four wings."

"Thank you," Rhiannon whispers back, I already knew this thanks to Xaden.

"First Squad!" Nyra calls out. "Claw section! First Wing!" A man close to the dais raises his hand. "Cadets, when your name is called, take up formation behind your squad leader."

The cadet with red hair that took our names once we got off the parapet stands in the front with her scroll and starts calling out names. The asshole that stood behind Violet on the stairs, Jack, gets placed into Third Squad, Flame Section, First Wing. Tara, the girl standing next to Violet that I never got the name of, is called into First Squad, Tail Section, First Wing. Rhiannon and Violet are placed together in Flame Section of Second Wing, Dain's Squad.

Liam gets called for Second Squad, Tail Section, Fourth Wing. I'm not called until Second Squad, Flame Section of Fourth Wing. Though no surprises there when I see Xaden is Fourth Wings wingleader. Once the final name is called the wingleaders get into a heated discussion. Once the argument is settled, Nyra calls out. "Dain Aetos, you and your squad will switch with Aura Beinhaven's. Except for Cadet's Scarlett McCall and (Y/N) Riorson. You two will stay where you are."

I stay put as the rest of my former squad moves to Second Wing and Rhiannon, Violet, and Imogen, who I just spotted for the first time, head my way. I send Imogen a quick smile, she squeezes my hand as she passes by to stand behind me. "It's good to see you." She whispers.

"You too," I whisper back. Unlike Xaden, Bodhi, and Liam, throughout the years after the rebellion I still saw Imogen. Our foster parents were friends and lived close to each other which made it easy for the two of us to stay in contact.

Nyra and Xaden exchange a look before Xaden takes Nyra's place. "You're all cadets now," Xaden starts, "Take a look at your squad. These are the only people guaranteed by Codex not to kill you. But just because they can't end your life doesn't mean others won't. You want a dragon? Earn one."

Most people cheer but I keep my mouth shut, there's nothing to celebrate yet. "And I bet you feel pretty bad ass right now, don't you, first years?" There are more cheers. "You feel invincible after the parapet, don't you?" Xaden shouts, "You think you're untouchable! You're on the way to becoming the elite! The few! The chosen!" Xaden reminds me of dad, he knows how to hold the attention of a crowd. Knows how to be a leader.

As people cheer, wing beats can be heard getting louder, growing closer. "Oh gods, they're beautiful." Rhiannon whispers from ahead of me. A smile grows on my face as I see the navy blue dragon, that must be Sgaeyl. And damn, is she gorgeous, they all are.

A few cadets scream as the dragons land on the side of the walls, steam blows across us, as Sgaeyl swings her head in an elegant, lethal sweep. There are three dragons in shades of red, two in shades of green, one brown, one orange, and Sgaeyl, the lone blue. One cadet in third wing makes a run for it. I can't help but roll my eyes, he can't seriously think that he'll actually make it. The red dragon on the left opens its mouth, revealing huge teeth. Fire erupts along its tongue incinerating the fleeing cadet.

Two more cadets run and two more blasts of heat fill the air around us. Seventy dead now. After a pause and no more cadets running, Xaden speaks once more, "Anyone else feel like changing their mind? No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer." The formation is silent except for a few sobs, Xaden's eyes scan the crowd, pausing on me, "A third of you again the year after that, and the same your last year. No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here. Even King Tauri's second son died during his Threshing. So tell me again: Do you feel invincible now that you've made it into the Rider's Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?" No one cheers this time.

A blast of warmth, hits the side of my face. I blink, glancing sideways at Sgaeyl. She breathes in my scent, she must know that I'm Xaden's sister. My mouth quirks up into a smile, eyes trained on her. The dragons, and probably the older cadet's, want us scared. But I was born for this, I'm ready. I'm not dumb enough to be overly cocky, I know shit happens and there's a chance I'll die any day now, but I refuse to go down without a fight. I'm determined to make it to graduation. And even longer than that.

"Because you're not untouchable or special to them." My eyes flicker back to Xaden as he points to his dragon, "To them, you're just the prey."

*_*_*_*_*_*

Before bed I meet with Xaden one last time in the courtyard. He throws an arm over my shoulders in a one armed hug, "Who did you reunite with after parapet?" He asks.

"Liam, Bodhi, and Eya." I pause, "And briefly, Imogen. I know you didn't switch my squad because of me, but I'm happy you did."

"It's none of your business why I switched your squad. My room is on the third floor, last door on the left. I have it warded so only you and I can get in. If you need me, try there first." I nod as he pauses, "I also want to warn you, don't let Aetos touch your face. I don't know why he would try with you but just in case I want you to be aware."

"What's up with Aetos?" I question.

"He's a memory reader. It's supposed to be classified information so don't go telling anyone but you need to know."

"Well, I'm pretty sure he hates me, but if he tries I'll break his arm before he can lay a hand on me."

"Why do you think he hates you?" Xaden's eyes narrow.

"I called him an asshole and said the only way I would respect him is if he earned it."

The right side of Xaden's lips twitch into a smile, "Of course you did," he sighs. "Try not to piss him off more, he's your squad leader."

"So? You can just get me out of trouble. You're my wingleader."

"And show bias? No way."

"Well what's the point of me being in your wing if you don't even help me out." I cross my arms, "I bet I can get Garrick to defend me against Dain."

"Yeah, you're probably right about that. We both think he's a dick, now get to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning." Xaden dismisses me, but before he walks too far away I call out to him.

"Xaden!" He turns around to look at me, "Tell Sgaeyl I think she's badass." Xaden chuckles, shaking his head, then continues down the corridor.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of The Rising Sun

[harmonizewithechoes]

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[devils-yui]

Reposting this from a friend bc I think it is VERY important to know of this, and for immigrants, and other possible victims of the ICE Raids happening right now

Here’s to also a very huge edit, from the list of very helpful people who have been reblogging and providing more info.

I’m not as well informed but I will be relaying the information and tagging each person who added onto this post:

@onthedriftinthetardis -

The phone number in the first photo is ONLY for Orange County, California!

Look up your local ACLU affiliate here

@6feetunderwater -

It always makes me nervous to see a reporting phone number passed around without any links to verify it, so the number in the first pic can be found on the site for the Orange County Rapid Response Network, which is "an interconnected system of non-profit and grassroots organizations, civil rights attorneys, law school clinics, and individuals working together to respond to dehumanizing immigration enforcement activities and policies in Orange County"

@geekerypeekery -

The second warrant is not fake, but is an administrative rather than judicial warrant, and has no constitutional authority to bypass Fourth Amendment protections - in other words, it does not entitle the bearer to enter and search your home. It simply authorizes agents of the issuing department to contact you. Always ask to see the warrant before opening your door!

In addition to the ACLU links, try contacting the National Immigration Law Center https://www.nilc.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/Warrants-Subpoenas-Facts.pdf

@american-anger -

The phone number listed here is specific to Orange County in California, but you can look up other California counties here:

CALIFORNIA RAPID RESPONSE NETWORKS

@beaniebaneenie -

Unpleasant reminder: within 100 miles of the border (which is home to 200 million people and virtually all major cities in the US), ICE does not need a warrant to enter your home, your car, to search anything, or even to arrest you.

You are not automatically safe just because they don't have a real warrant.

The best and safest thing you can do is learn to have escape routes- quick ways to get out of the house or area you're in if you find out ICE or CBP are around. Those of us who do have documentation? Time for us to step the fuck up.

Film any interaction. Every interaction. If you're able, step into the conversation and be a Karen/Kyle- weaponize your privilege for Good. If you get asked about people? Use positive but vague statements so you a) cannot be caught in a lie, and b) do not give any information away.

"I don't know them that well, but I don't tend to socialize much. They seem great to me."

"I can't remember the last time I saw them."

"Maybe they speak another language, I can't remember details. But I picked up Duolingo during the pandemic and tons of other people did too."

"I'm not sure."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Even if you're somewhere the 100-mile Exception doesn't apply and a warrant is in fact needed? I don't expect ICE and CBP to play by the rules for long, if at all. I fully expect this to get ugly, and fast.

Cheeto has already declared an emergency of national security at the border, and is mobilizing the military to have jurisdiction over a huge swath of the country. It's essentially tantamount to martial law. And it's only been four days.

Gear up for a long, hard fight. This is gonna be a marathon, not a sprint.

— I am leaving all of this as an edit because on the off chance someone does find the posts that have these people specifically reblogging, I don’t want it to be too late. So I’m comprising it all here

Here are a few other people’s reblogs I thought were important:

Thank you @onthedriftinthetardis @6feetunderwater @geekerypeekery @american-anger @beaniebaneenie @bunnychiffon @dubiouslynamed @trisockatops @witchy-disaster for contributing and helping me make this a more well-informed post. Thank you so much

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

i am so fucking glad i waited until i was higher level grad student to play sumeru

i would not have understood the weight of these words and academia life before

avo you genius! thank you for your patience

[gu6chan]

i fucking hate american """left-wingers""" man

[monsterblogging]

"I know JK Rowing is a terrible person but her books are so good-"

You sure about that?

I mean, just for a start, have you taken a good look at her fantasy creatures lately? A whole bunch of them are straight-up based on malicious and dehumanizing stereotypes about actual people.

Remember the werewolves? And being a werewolf was made into a kind of metaphor for having AIDS?

And you know how AIDS was first associated with gay men? And how conservatives back in the day were claiming gay men were preying on children in order to convert them to gayness?

Remember how Fenrir Greyback preyed on children in particular? Yeah, she put that subtext in there. She was an adult in the 90's. She knew damn well what she was doing.

Remember the house elves? Remember how most of them loved to serve and needed to have a home and a master or else they just wouldn't know what to do with themselves?

Did you know that's literally what slavers in the American South said about the Black people they kept enslaved? Go look up the happy slave myth.

Do I even need to get into the goblins and the antisemitic tropes they're based on? No, folkloric goblins were not gold-hoarding bankers waiting for their chance to stab humanity in the back.

"But the characters are so good!"

Are you kidding me?

Most of her characters are pretty one-dimensional, including Harry. Her idea of making a morally complicated character is giving a tragic past to a bully. Numerous characters are little more than stereotypes. (Looking at Fleur right now.) Literally anybody, including you, can easily make dozens of characters just as good, if not better. (It doesn't exactly take a lot of character designing skill to go, "hey, actually, having a sad backstory doesn't make it okay to bully children" or "hey, maybe I should not base a character on the first stereotype that pops into my head.")

"But the rest of the worldbuilding!"

Sorry, but her worldbuilding is just as basic as her characters. Magical castles and secret passages are stock tropes. Magical people who keep their true nature secret from humanity is the premise of pretty much every White Wolf TTRPG. Most of her fantasy creatures are just common European fairy tale and folklore creatures with shitty stereotypes projected onto them.

I'm not saying "basic worldbuilding bad." I'm saying, you could do just as good, if not better, with minimal effort.

Also there's her magical bioessentialism, where only Harry's abusive blood relatives could provide him with supernatural protection from Voldemort. Rowling thus effectively declared that non-biological family isn't quite real family, and that abusive biofamily can give you some essential thing that a loving, supportive family that isn't related to you just can't.

The Hogwarts houses are one of the most insidious elements of her worldbuilding. The idea of being sorted gives you a little dopamine hit because wow now you have a li'l niche where you belong!

But the actual function of the houses and sorting system and the House Cup is teaching children to see each other as rivals, and ensure that the most toxic views of the upper class get passed on to every new batch of kids sorted into Slytherin.

Hogwarts effectively prepares children for a dystopia where magic serves to distract its citizens from how nightmarishly awful it is. Economic inequality is so bad that people like Arthur and Molly Weasley can barely afford to put their kids through school, casual sadism is just an accepted norm in everyday society, and non-humans are second class citizens. Rowling sorta acts like she thinks this is a bad thing with certain lines she gave to Dumbledore, but in the end, her special boy protagonist becomes an auror; IE, a defender of the status quo. So.

If you've never seen it, Lily Simpson's video goes into even more detail on how the worldbuilding of Harry Potter is actually incredibly fucked up, and how it betrays small-minded attitudes on Rowling's part. There's no separating the art from this artist, because Rowling's rotten values pour out of nearly every page.

Yes, there are many things in Harry Potter that evoke feelings and inspire people, but there's absolutely nothing in it that this series has a monopoly on. You can find those same experiences in much, much better media.

[lologoinsolo]

A continuation of this post! Tw: the word Daddy is mentioned but not in a sexual way!

Cats and Their Men Masterlist, Part 3

A week passed since that guy came in. You hope that the kitten's okay, the guy seems much better than you thought him to be. You did wonder if that was blood on the bills he gave when your manager had counted the register for the night. It looked a lil too red for your taste. But everyone has their secrets and you’re not about to ask that tank of a man if he killed someone or just happened to prick his finger. Still though you hope Bailey is faring much better with him than in the could and… you hope he comes back.

Sunday’s the worst but you managed to persuade your coworker to take over your register. Truck had just came in with so many things for the store and your managers are scrambling to get it all on the sales floor.

Humming along to the song from your earphones. The perks about stocking is that you hardly get bothered by your coworkers. No one likes to restock the numerous bedding and litter and pet clothing so you jumped at the chance to do it. Gives you some peace and quiet save for when the customers will tap at your shoulder. You’ll plaster a smile and use your “customer voice” to point them to where they need a certain item and then get back to stocking. You really should find a way to just work with animals. Maybe you can talk to your manager to see if you can try grooming instead of—

“Girl!”

You jerk and nearly ruin the stack of dog cans you had just put up when someone grabs your arm. “Jesus, Jess,” glaring at your manager when you give her a scathing glare. Coincidentally this one’s the grooming manager. “What’s the matter?” Normally she wouldn’t be out of the grooming salon but the stores been short staffed and cutting corners. She’s been running around having to manage the store floor and hers.

“What’s the matter,” she scoffs, “the matter is your boyfriend is asking for you.” Boyfriend? “He’s a real asshole, ya know. We paged you twice over the intercom. Did you not— are you wearing headphones?” You wince when her voice gets screechy. You pull on your earphones and sigh, it’s an unspoken rule to not wear earphones but that literally never stops her groomers from wearing them.

“Jess, I don’t have a boyfriend.” Rolling your eyes as you give her a once over. Her hands land on her hips and you inwardly sigh. “What does he even look like? Did he say my name?” A little hopeful and also very worried because why is there a man claiming to be your boyfriend and why did your manager come get you for this? “I’m sure he’s one of the customers that’s been bitching lately. The fish tanks aren’t on sale anymore maybe he—“

“He’s not here for fish.” Cutting you off, “he asked for you. I thought he was your boyfriend cause he knew you were working right now.” The alarms start going off in your head. “Look, just go see what he wants.”

“Jess, I don’t know who this man is. Why didn’t you tell him I was like— I don’t know, not working?!”

“Because he’s refusing to fucking leave and he looks like he’s apart of the goddamn mafia!” She yells and you blink at her. Your anger boils to a simmer when she mentions what he looks like.

“Wait, wait… is he wearing a black mask? The ones people wore during COVID?” She nods and you pinch your nose hard. This motherfucker, “okay… I know him. He found a kitten a week ago. I told him to come find me. I didn’t think he’d remember my name because my name tag is so small.” Sighing loudly and stepping around her. “I’ll go talk to him.”

“Good, he’s given us all a fright and I really don’t need this right now. Bella bit the shit out of Felix and now I’m down a groomer.”

“Okay,” nodding as she tells you her woes. It’s been hard all around cause there’s not many workers but you’ll take a mask wearing customer over a shih tzu that’s known to bite. Fixing your shirt and putting on a smile when the figure that’s haunting the grooming salon takes one look at you and starts walking to you— quickly. “Evening, good to see you again. How can I—“

“She’s not eating any of the shit you told me to buy.” He cuts you off and you wonder if you’re actually just made of paper with how everyone cuts you off. There’s a black scarf he’s wearing and you notice a little bit of movement. This guy seems to favor black considering the matching jacket and pants color scheme.

You pull a face and turn to your side when he steps right in front of you. Jesus, he’s tall. Craning your neck to look up at him. “Sir, you have a weeks worth of three different foods?” Is she refusing to eat all of them? “It’s only been a week. Are you sure she’s—“

“Gave her a different one each day and she ain’t eating.” He tilts his head down, “why?” You swallow a bit when he glares at you. You wonder if whoever pisses him off gets to see this last before they get knocked the fuck out.

“You?” Shriveling up slightly, “wait,” once it runs through what he says it starts to click in your head. “You gave her a different one each day. You’re not supposed to do that.” Now it’s your turn to glare at him, “you’re supposed to ease her out into a new one before letting her try it suddenly.” You gave him the kitten version of chicken, beef, and salmon. You had a feeling that she was probably eating literal garbage and wanted her to try the chicken first. It’s your usual go to for new kittens.

“News to me,” he crosses his heavy arms over his chest. “Should’ve told me that.”

“I did tell you…” you start to trail off when you realize that you in fact did NOT tell him that. You just assumed he would know that. Goddamnit. “Okay,” he cocks an expectant brow, “maybe I forgot to mention but you didn’t ask. I thought you knew.” A measly form of an apology and taht doesn’t seem to settle him

“I told you I need things for the little shit. You made me buy those things,” he takes a step forward, “expensive things and now she’s waking me up all hours of the damn night because she’s hungry.” Your throat must be very dry from how hard you swallow. “What you didn’t tell was how to feed her.” His hands ball and flex.

Rubbing the back of your neck, you realize that maybe you are more in the wrong than your pride wishes to admit. “Look I,” taking a breath, “I’m sorry. It’s on me, I should’ve told you. I would’ve given you one of those first time pamphlets but we ran out.” Feeling like how a bug feels under a boot with how you tremble out an apology. “Was there one that she seemed interested in the most? Some cats like the chicken more while others prefer the salmon.” Maybe you can give him some wet cans to entice his little pet. A small thing like her shouldn’t be without food and you start to feel worse.

“She sniffed more at the salmon.”

“Okay, that’s good.” Perking up and you turn on your heel. “Come on, I’ll buy you some wet cans.” Before he can even protest you cut him off finally. “Look, I feel horrible, it’s the least I can do. Plus I get discounts.” Giving him a wink and he doesn’t give you anything other than a curt nod. You grab the salmon wet cans, the kitten ones, and you pray to the gods that Bailey will eat it so her dad won’t kill you. “Try the wet cans, see if that’ll work. If not then you’ll have to try for a different one. There’s a brand here that sells rabbit and turkey, a bit expensive.” You laugh shortly, “but cats have sensitive stomachs. They don’t mean to be picky.”

“Might not be picky but she sure as hell like to run my money.”

You huff a small laugh at his expense, “you should see the bills I’ve seen that get racked up here.” You skip the line to head to your register. Ringing it up and usually you’re not supposed to use your own discount for others but you’re not willing to risk mafia guy’s anger. Bagging it and passing it to him for him but he doesn’t grab it right away “Is there… is there something else you need?” You ask and he takes the bag from you finally.

He mulls over your words for a second and then says. “Need a collar,” he tilts his head to the side and out pokes Bailey’s itty bitty head from his scarf. You nearly scream when you see her but manage to bite your tongue on time. “Here,” he pulls her out and she lets out a disgruntled meow. He plops her down in your waiting arms. “Scratched up my neck.” He grumbles under his breath when he fixes his scarf back up. The kitten simply purrs in your arms when you coo and run from her nose to head. A glutton for love and you readily give it to her. “Find something for her.” He waves offhandedly once his scarf looks decent around his neck once more.

“Do have a specific—“ you trail off again when his eyes squint down at you. Right… he doesn’t really care. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He grunts an acknowledgment and you walk off with the cutest little baby. She keeps pulling at your chest, seems eager to get to your shoulders and you wonder if she does that to her dad all the time. “Hmmmm,” looking from all the collars that the store sells. “You’re too tiny,” you hold her up like the monkey did the lion cub, a little sad that there’s not much that’ll fit her. “But,” noticing a small blue collar that shines slightly, “this could fit. It’ll give you enough room to grow into as well.” It’s a cat collar designed to unclasp if it gets snagged hard onto something. And knowing this curios kitten, she’ll need it.

Bailey doesn’t seem to mind when you let her sniff at it till the collar comes on and then she’s desperate to figure out what’s around her neck. Her back legs kicking at the edge of the collar and you cup her so she won’t tug it off. “Your daddy wants you wearing that so you gotta get used to it.” He could train her to walk on a harness later but that does take a good amount of training and

“Daddy, huh?”

You jolt from your thoughts and squeeze a little too tight around Bailey. She lets out a little hiss and you blubber an apology. “I didn’t— that’s not what I—“ the ‘daddy’ in question seems far too amused with how you stutter. “I uh… I thought you were at the front?” Coughing to push past your embarrassment. Petting Bailey as an apology on her sides and under her chin. She doesn’t forgive easily as she gives you a well deserved nips. You murmur a sorry to her and she squints up at you.

“Thought you got lost.” He comes around and pulls his kitten from your hands, he took a little longer to get her out but maybe you’re thinking too hard. You were taking a bit down the aisle but you wanted her to have a nice collar that fit her well. The heat from his fingers though makes your own cheeks warm slightly. When did he get that close and also why didn’t you hear him walking up? “Looks good,” he holds Bailey up and moves her around like she’s a little jewel. “Blue suits her.” He pushes her back inside his scarf and you can faintly hear her little purrs. A slight movement of the fabric before she settles right up against his neck.

Clearing your throat slightly, some strands of hair falls a bit forward but you’re still a bit squirmy to fix it. “I knew she would look good in blue. It matches her, I can buy it for you as well. I don’t min—“ your eyes widen when he moves his hand to tuck those loose strands back behind your ear. You stare up wide at him and he stares down at you. Nothing in his eyes give away an ounce of an emotion despite how you look. To his credit, he may have not meant to do that with how quickly he puts his hand down. “Uh… I— sir?” You manage to squeak out and his mask twitches slightly.

He flexes his hand that touched you and leaves you standing there bewildered, confused and your cheeks burning up so much that you might consider it to be a fever. You don’t follow him when he took off without giving an answer but you do touch your ear. The phantom feeling of his fingers makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. “What the fuck?” You murmur under your breath.

…

The next day you manage to get to work with little sleep from how you tossed and turned. You sorta waited more around your register to see if the man would come back but to your disappointment… he doesn’t. You take it in stride and continue about your day. Just as you’re about to clock out a man with a charming smile and model worthy appearance comes in holding a kitten in his hands and says, “I was told by my friend to ask you for help with cats. Can you help me, love?”

[pholla-jm]

My Wife is Real

IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Who do you think he’s texting?” Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi. 

Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there. 

It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started. 

Megumi didn’t even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media. 

“I don’t know…” Yuji ponders. “Ugh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.” Yuji gasps at Nobara’s response, “no.” 

Nobara sits up in her seat, “Gojo-sensei,” she calls out. Gojo peeks up, “oh. I didn’t know you were here.” “Maybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.” 

Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. “I am not bothering anyone.” “Then who are you texting?” “My wife, duh.” 

Nobara bursts out laughing, “hahaha, yeah… yeah right.” She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldn’t. 

Yuji just stares at him in confusion, “you’ve never told me about his wife. I don’t believe you.” 

Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his student’s words. “Huh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me!” 

Gojo’s full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real. “She’s literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.” 

Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, “stop making things up Gojo-sensei. It’s getting sad at this point.” 

Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face. “You’ll see.” 

“Yeah… we’ll see.” Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji. 

Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention? Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one. 

“Yeah… I think you’re making this up… sorry Gojo-sensei.” “This is just getting sad…” Nobara whispers while shaking her head. 

“I can’t believe my student’s have little faith in me.” 

Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door. 

Nobara’s and Yuji’s eyes widen seeing a woman at the door. 

“Who is that?” Yuji whispers to Nobara. She shrugs her shoulders, “has to be someone he hired.” 

Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face. “Wifey!” 

He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold. 

You let out a strangled gasp from the impact. “Gojo,” you start, “this is the second time you forgot your lunch… and it’s only Tuesday.” 

Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, “I’m sorry.” You narrow your eyes at him, “I bet you’re just using this as an excuse to see me.” “Whoops, you caught me. Well, while you’re here. Let me introduce you to my students.” 

“Wait wait-” You didn’t get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom. 

You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock. 

“Students, this is my wife, (y/n).” Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation. You nervously smiled at the students. 

“Hello.” 

“Hello Gojo-san.” Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him. 

“What?! Do you know her?” Nobara and Yuji ask him. “Yes…” 

“Yes, they’ve known each other for quite awhile now…. Sorry guys. She’s a bit shy.” Gojo says while you continue to smile at them. 

“They didn’t believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..” Megumi tells you. 

You hum before turning to Gojo, “I see… I don’t blame them.” 

“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?” You roll your eyes. “Ever so dramatic.” “...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?” 

“Ugh, no one cares,” Nobara sighs, “come sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.” 

You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks. 

Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side. 

“What are you doing?” He asks you. You look back at him, “well, you wanted me to meet your students. So I’m getting to know them.” 

You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where he’s going to regret his actions later. 

Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.

[solxamber]

Romance Clichés With: Leona Kingscholar

Cliché: Misplaced Jealousy

Others: Azul ; Vil ; Kalim ; Idia ; Jamil ; Riddle

it's gonna be a little series where each of them gets a cliché!

For days now, Leona had been simmering. He’d never admit to caring about something so trivial, but that simmer was rapidly reaching a boil, one muttered “Savanaclaw guy” at a time. Because you—his supposed close friend, the only person he could actually stand around here—had developed some grand crush on… someone. Someone you kept bringing up. Some unknown, nameless, faceless moron in Savanaclaw.

And you just wouldn’t shut up about him.

Leona had been sitting through your monologues, listening to you talk about how strong and loyal and amazing this guy was, and it had started as a minor annoyance. But as you kept going, he realized something deeply frustrating—maybe even painful.

That after everything, you had gone and chosen some other Savanaclaw idiot over him. And it stung, more than he’d ever want to admit, to hear you talking about anyone like this.

But today was the breaking point.

You were lounging in his den, casually chatting with him between classes. As usual, the conversation took a familiar turn, and you sighed dramatically. “I mean, I guess it’s just… this guy, he’s just… I don’t know. He’s got this strength that’s so impressive, and he always knows how to take charge. Like, he doesn’t even need to try, you know? It’s like he was born to lead.” You didn’t notice Leona’s eyes darken or the way his fingers clenched into fists.

“Just the way he’s so confident,” you continued, “he’s got this whole ‘I don’t care about anything’ vibe that’s really charming in a weird way. It’s like he’s always one step ahead of everyone, even when he’s—”

Leona cut you off with a harsh scoff. “Right. Real inspiring. Sounds like a real prize,” he muttered, not meeting your eyes. “And I bet he doesn’t even realize how perfect he is, right?”

“Exactly! He’s the type who’s always underestimated,” you continued, oblivious to the thunderous look on Leona’s face. “But if people would just give him a chance, they’d see all his best qualities. He’s fierce, but he’s got this heart of gold underneath it all. People just don’t get him.”

“Oh, don’t they?” Leona’s voice was low and strained, a bitter edge cutting through his usual drawl. “Must be nice to be so adored by someone.”

“Hey,” you said, “don’t say it like that. He doesn’t even know I like him. I don’t even know if he’d ever see me like that.” You let out a wistful sigh that was like a slap to his face.

Leona’s patience finally snapped. “Unbelievable,” he snarled, standing up so fast that you jumped. “You’re completely clueless.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Clueless? Leona, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you,” he bit out, eyes blazing. “You’re here—wasting your time on someone who probably doesn’t even care about you while you throw yourself at him like some kind of fool. I mean, what’s it gonna take for you to get it?”

You were stunned into silence, and he kept going, frustration pouring out in a way that you’d never seen before. “After everything, you go and pick someone else?” His voice cracked a little, and it made your heart ache. “I thought maybe… maybe if there was anyone here you’d choose, it would be me.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. You were utterly bewildered. “Leona… what are you talking about? It has always been you.”

He blinked, staring at you, completely thrown. “What?”

You took a step closer to him, speaking slowly, trying to get through his thick skull. “Leona, all that stuff I’ve been saying—every time I was talking about this person I liked, I was talking about you.”

Leona looked like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt. His mouth fell open slightly, and he was struggling to catch up, his usual composure completely shattered. “Wait… you’re serious?”

“Yes! Why else would I even talk about Savanaclaw so much?” You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “You were the one who kept assuming it was someone else.”

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, running a hand through his hair, and for the first time, you saw a raw vulnerability in his eyes that he usually kept hidden. “All this time… I really thought you’d gone and chosen some other guy,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “Thought at least you’d pick me.”

The way he said it made your heart break a little. He looked almost small, like the thought of not being chosen had left him gutted in a way he couldn’t fully hide. You reached out, gently taking his hand. “Leona, it’s always been you. You’re the one I’ve been drawn to from the start.”

A surge of relief softened his features, and he gave a quiet, almost disbelieving chuckle. His usual swagger returned, just a bit, as he held your hand tighter. “Well,” he murmured, his gaze becoming intense, “then what’re you waiting for?”

You didn’t waste another second. You closed the space between you, capturing his lips in a kiss that was long overdue. He responded immediately, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer. The kiss was fierce, almost possessive, and when he finally broke away, he was wearing a smug, satisfied grin.

“About damn time,” he murmured against your lips, though there was a warmth in his voice that softened the usual sharpness. He looked down at you, his fingers grazing your cheek with an unexpected tenderness. “Next time, just skip all the theatrics and tell me, alright?”

You laughed, leaning into his touch. “I thought I was being obvious.”

“Obvious?” He huffed, rolling his eyes with a faint smile. “Trust me, you’re terrible at ‘obvious.’”

But as he gazed at you, that smirk melted into something genuine, something that showed how deeply he cared. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. “So… you’re really mine, then?”

You nodded, and he let out a pleased sigh, holding you even tighter. “Good,” he said, his voice low and possessive, like he was finally claiming what was his. “Now let’s ditch these losers. We don’t need anyone else, just us.”

You smiled, resting your head on his chest as his hand gently stroked your back. “Fine by me,” you murmured, happiness bubbling up as you pressed small kisses along his jawline, making him chuckle.

For once, Leona didn’t have any sharp retorts, no scowls or walls to put up. He just held you, his heart finally at ease, the weight of his doubts and insecurities melting away as he finally let himself be happy.

Masterlist

[thelostconsultant]

Not a gold digger

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: Fans think you only want Max's money. But as it turns out, you were wealthy before he came into your life--you just don't make it obvious.

warnings: No smut, but there's a part that makes me say MDNI.

note: So... I'm kinda back? Idk, I'll see if I'll stick around.

The toxicity of the fandom was becoming quite entertaining, really. It was the third time since you and Max had made your relationship public half a year ago that someone started an anti gold digger campaign to protect your boyfriend. They truly believed they were doing this for a greater good, and they all begged Max for his attention.

It always began after they sniffed out he had given you something expensive as a gift or took you shopping to a luxury boutique. While there were some people who tried to protect you by pointing out that maybe he enjoyed showering you with gifts, the rest didn't care about that. 

You lived in a small apartment back home, you were driving a five years old Renault SUV, and no one knew what you did for a living. This was enough to enrage them and make them believe all you wanted was Max's money at the end of the day. Just think about the way she's looking at him, one of them wrote about two months ago, she's so clearly not in love with him. Poor Max, someone please save him. 

Ridiculous.

“Is everything okay?” he asked when he got home and kissed the top of your head. 

You were sitting in his sim rig, using the time while it was free to practice, because you wanted to play with him when you weren't here together, and he was more than happy to show you the basics. “Someone started another campaign to cancel me,” you replied casually as you got out with his help. 

Even when you were standing in front of him, he didn't let go of your hand, instead he raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on its back. “Gold digging?” You nodded with a sad look on your face, but less than five seconds later you were both laughing. “Look, I know you're having way too much fun with this, but–”

Without waiting for him to finish, you raised your hand to make him stop. “I'm not stepping out of the shadows, Max. I've been hiding for years, even fucking Forbes doesn't know my real name or face,” you told him.

Back in the old days, when Bitcoin appeared, your geeky uncle had gotten into mining and trading it. He knew the potential, so he put most of his savings into buying them, then he held onto them, and by the time he got sick years later, he knew they were valuable and would be worth a lot more in the upcoming years. In his will, he left his savings and his wallet to you, giving you the chance to use them as you wished since you had learned everything about crypto from him.

So now you had Bitcoin as well as old fashioned investments, and you had used your money to help out an up-and-coming tech company for a forty percent share, and it was later sold to a tech giant for a lot of money. But despite your wealth, you chose to stay under the radar, because you loved your small apartment, and you weren't about to trade it for some fancy penthouse. 

You had met Max the year before in Las Vegas. F1 was a sport you watched with your uncle while he was still alive, and you were hell-bent on getting a VIP pass for the weekend. If you asked your boyfriend, he would say it was love at first sight, but in reality he was just annoyed by you. For a solid ten seconds, he would correct you every time you talked about it.

You agreed that you would hide in Max's apartment until this latest campaign died down, which gave you some time to spend together in peace. Every now and then you checked the tags to see how things were going, and after the silence of the past few days, today your name was trending again. Ready to have a good laugh, you opened the tag, but the most popular post gave you a minor stroke.

“Oh, fuck me,” you yelled as you launched your phone into the couch.

Max pulled the headset down to his neck as he looked over at you. “Is everything okay?” You raised your finger to your lips as if you wanted him to stay quiet, but luckily he got the message. “I'm muted. So?”

You grabbed your phone and went over to him. “They know. One of those idiots from the company I helped back in the day posted a tweet to protect me, saying that if it wasn't for me being an angel investor, they wouldn't be millionaires now,” you summarized as you gave him the device.

He scrolled through a series of tweets, and found a post from a journalist of Forbes in which he promised a proper investigative piece based on this info. He handed you the phone, then wrapped an arm around your waist. “It's okay, schatje. I know that's not what you wanted, but maybe they'll stop with the recurring hate campaign now,” he tried. “And if you’re worried about the article… Don’t be. There is nothing compromising about you. Yes, you inherited the money, but you have proven you know what to do with it.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you admitted with a sigh. 

“I’m usually right. C’mere,” he said as he reached out to pull you closer, but you glanced over at the camera. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned it off, then gave you an expectant look. “Will you hug me now? And I want a kiss too.”

With a laugh, you leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. But he wanted more, his hand slowly sneaked under your shorts, his fingers running over your clothed cunt before he decided to pull your panties aside and dip a finger between your folds. You moaned into the kiss, but he pulled away a second later to lick his finger clean. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you patted his shoulder and walked back to the couch. You could feel Max’s eyes on you the whole time, and when you looked at him again, he flashed a devilish smile at you. “I should quit the stream. Now that I had a taste, I want more,” he told you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, just try to be patient.”

He looked back at the screen, then put the headset back on his head and unmuted his mic. “Sorry, I have to go. See you next time,” he told the others, then logged out. You couldn’t remember the last time he left the sim rig this fast, and only a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of you, eagerly reaching up to pull your shorts off you.

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f1gossips: Breaking news! Turns out Max Verstappen's girlfriend isn't a gold digger after all as she has her own fortune according to the investigative article published by Forbes. Will the fans apologize?

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user2: And here I was, thinking she's just a greedy airhead...

user3: Easy to be wealthy with your uncle's money.

↳ user4: Have you read the whole thing? She invested the money and helped out several startups--that later became pretty successful--as an angel investor. Yes, maybe she inherited a lot of money, but she knows what to do with it.

↳ user5: May I remind you how many F1 drivers started their careers with their families's money?

user6: Told you she wasn't a gold digger. Suck it, haters.

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maxverstappen1: If you don't buy your girlfriend gifts every once in a while, you're a bad boyfriend. I love to spoil her, it's not a crime. I love her, I'm proud of her, and you can send us as much hate as you want, it will only make us stronger.

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yourusername: I'd be perfectly fine without the gifts, I already told you.

↳ maxverstappen1: I don't care.

landonorris: You're absolutely right!

↳ maxverstappen1: You're single, how would you know?

↳ landonorris: Just FYI, I've been in relationships before.

danielricciardo: You're so disgustingly smitten with her. (I love you both.)

[eternallyhauntingthehouseoflove]

Bat-Boys in Bed

I couldn’t find a good gif, sue me

Dick Grayson’s mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think he’d be into praising you instead.” You’re so pretty, all fucked-out and dumb…just for me” as he pounds into you, panting in between words.

He’d also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.

I think Dick has an insane stamina—round after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,” this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.” And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.

Dick isn’t above moaning, but he’s not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if he’s getting a blow job or if you’re on top and teasing him, but I don’t see him moaning as much or more than you.

Jason Todd isn’t much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. He’d be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if we’re talking older, mature Jason who’s passed his “fresh from the pit madness.”

I do believe Jason has a choking kink and I’ll die on this hill. And it doesn’t have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.

He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after you’ve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.

Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If you’re feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldn’t argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.

He’d beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release he’d been craving.

I don’t know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.

Bruce is harder to read because there’s decades of lore, canon, and stuff that’s not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favorite—however, here goes.

Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, you’d end up in a dom/sub dynamic. He’d be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.

I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldn’t be rich (sorry lol); you’d maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and that’s if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe you’d be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isn’t one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didn’t have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasn’t Mother Teresa).

This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. He’s older and wiser; he’s not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.

Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. He’s too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest you’ll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.” faster, pretty boy.” You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.

You wouldn’t be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest you’d get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.

Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didn’t undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.

Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesn’t want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your knees—to no avail.

Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then he’d kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.

I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And that’s not to claim that those activities didn’t get you both off, but Damian’s true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.

That’s why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew he’d break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.

Don’t kill me, but Damian isn’t into cunnilingus. He also wouldn’t bottom, not like you’d want him to. If, and that’s a huge “if” ( it’s months into the relationship too), he does bottom, it’s not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,” go slower, grind harder, beloved.” And he’d grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!

Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know he’s proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; that’s what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.