#most normal pearl fan

[woagopossum]

i love oli theorionsound. imagine grian's excuses for being late to jimmy's streams. oli does that but instead of using them as excuses he just calls pearl in the middle of it in order to play pearldle. he was staining the floor of his attic today and pearl put discord up on stream so he could show us

[xdevilrushx]

Yuffie: You gotta admit - it's been awesome having me on the team, right?

Cloud: Hasn't been boring.

Yuffie: (fondly) You can say that again. It's been a real trip.

Cute Clouffie moment during the Jenova Lifeclinger fight.

They both have such a hard time admitting it, but they really do care for each other a great deal more than they're willing to let on (especially Cloud, with his usual too-cool-for-school attitude). Even though they might squabble like siblings at times, it's obvious that they have a soft spot for each other.

[whereispearlescentmoon]

I fear people overestimate how normal any given Pearl fan is. I think this is because to people who are fans of other hermits, Pearl seems like one of the most normal people on the server and thus is a perfect side character for their fics and aus and such. But people who watch mainly Pearl know the truth. She is possibly the most insane of them all, possibly by virtue of the fact that she works the night shift and possibly because she is an Art Kid ™.

[choas232]

G/N Chatty reader x Steb 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Summary: In which you grapple with feelings you don’t yet understand by talking a certain enforcer’s ears off. Forced proximity makes everything worse, as it tends to.

CWs: Profanity. Canon typical violence. Reader has some bias about Zaunites they probably need to work on. I wrote most of this at 10pm at night, so be warned.

No use of Y/N, neutral terms and they/them are used to refer the reader. Set in episode three, season 2.

Word count: 2.9

Part two

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝

“God. I’m starving. And tired. I barely slept at allllll last night. Do you think the Grey’s keeping us awake? Our glorious leader Kiramman sure wants it to, dragging us along at this cracking speed. It’s been a whole week, too. I’m gonna drop dead, at this rate.” You lament. Your fellow enforcer does not comment from his place behind you, his footsteps echoing around the pipe.

Graffiti crowds the metal surface, amateur artworks, declarations of love, violence, and scripts you don’t recognise cramming themselves over one another, space sparse and sought after. It’s not Jinx’s work. Still, there’s a chill on your back you choose to attribute to the profanities.

The people of the underground sure know how to decorate, that’s for sure.

You two have been chosen to scout out a fairly low-danger area in search of a Zuanite’s sighting of Jinx. He did say it after a hefty heaping of Grey was funnelled into his lungs and a gun was held to his head, but Caitlyn is paranoid enough to bark at shadows, and you will oblige, if only to keep her happy.

It’s not like any of you are much better. Loris is quieter than ever, Maddie jumps at the smallest sounds and of your companion… you have no idea. You never have. Steb’s inner workings remain a mystery to you.

You turn. “Are we there yet? We should be there soon, right?” Steb nods distantly, more focused on the setting around you.

This part of the pipes is yet to be flooded with grey, so you can see him clearly without the obscuring mask.

His light teal skin, thin lips, nose, sharp, angular features. His neat uniform. His polished posture. He is distinctly and utterly out of place amongst the chaos that surrounds you. His eyes are so blue. So opalescent, shining like pearls in his eye sockets. Is that weird to notice? How much detail is it normal to notice about someone? You should probably stop looking.

His ribbed ears flick back, ever so slightly, eyes flicking to meet yours for a brief moment.

You look away. “Uh.” His eyes. His blue eyes. Blue. “God. I’m sooo hungry. Hah. I haven’t eaten since this morning. The rations are running out, and all the Zaunite stuff Vi is bringing in is uhm, questionable.”

You don’t look behind you again, your mouth moving quicker. Your breath is tight, probably because of the steady stream of words flowing from your mouth. You think. “I would kill for a good sandwich. Or two. I might have to resort to cannibalism—”

Hands enclose around your collar and yank you back with force.

Below you, a human sized-hole lined with rusted, broken metal grating, a slowly, ever spinning fan—

Your heart staggers in your chest like a drunkard. Images of your empaled, scraped, body twisted and pressed beyond recognition cram into your skull, rattle and scream.

“Fuck.” You mumble, quietly. Steb’s hand releases your collar. “C-close one. Thanks. Fish-sticks. How didn’t I see that?” You laugh. He doesn’t. It isn’t funny.

He brushes the shoulder pads of your uniform off, carefully but hastily looking you up and down. He keeps a respectable distance between you, but you can still see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. You mimic him. Your mouth feels dry.

He fixes you with a look as his hands drop to his sides, and although his face usually retains some semblance of ambiguity on it, you know exactly what he’s thinking. Watch where you’re going.

“Sorry doc. I…” You trail off. You should stop talking. You probably talk so much around him because he makes you nervous. Why does he make you nervous? Your usual slamming of thoughts trickles dry. You have no idea.

Carefully, you two traverse over the great gaping hole in the pipework. How did you miss it? You don’t sure don’t miss how Steb watches you hawk-like though, and the following guilt is low and prickling in your gut. He goes first, and every small unprompted movement of yours has him stiffening, arm moving to steady you.

“Jeez. Don’t mother hen me, I’m all grown-up, I assure you.” You bat him away, landing with a clang! of the metal against your boots as you leap across the last segment. His frown is resounding.

A corner stretches before you, now. You let him go first with a swing of your arm just in case the metal of the pipe opens up to attempt to swallow you yet again. “All yours,” He obliges.

It’s an open space. Milky green light filters through the roofing, painting the graffiti stained flooring monochromatic and hazy. Two other pipes adjoin to the room, and a mural of Janna clad in white laced with metallic armour bounds over the walls. It looks exactly like what was described, which is worrying, because hey, Jinx!

The sniffling child is even more worrying, though. Looking up, she brushes away dark locks  from her face and bursts into prompt tears. “Please, m-my-my… my leg. it really hurts.” She wails.

Sure enough, one of her legs is crushed under a slab of tin, making itself known as the cause of the light filtering through the roof. “Please. Please.” Snot dribbles down onto her ragged shirt, her big brown eyes blown wide.

Steb is already gone before you can access the situation, bounding over.

Poor kid. You wince, tapping your fingers against your lips. Probably just playing with the ball you see perched nearby when shoddy craftmanship led to tragedy. Still… “Jeez. Think to consider a trap? No? Just me.” You mutter.

“Just you.” The voice from behind you amusedly whispers, and then you feel the cool rim of the gun pressed against your skull.

Fear makes a mockery out of you. Your thoughts accelerate, snapping at each others heels, but you cannot think. You aren’t really the brawlers of the team. He’s the field medic, for fuck’s sake, and while you can handle yourself in a fight this is more of a Vi job. You regret mocking her cuisine choices. This is probably some kind of sick karma. Sick? You feel sick. God, your stomach is writhing, your insides eating each other up.

Steb, still blinded by his tunnel vision, hauls the tin off of the girl. His ears flick down as he peers down at the clean space beneath, clean of blood and gore. Her leg, unblemished and by all means healthy looking, curls back into her body, and then she bursts outwards like a spring, down the nearest tunnel.

Too late, he looks back at you.

“I’m sure they require you topsiders to rattle a few braincells together to wear that fancy uniform. They don’t need allll of them, do they?” The man holding the gun to your head calls out to him. Flesh drips from his arms, lanky and lean, pressing against your neck as he holds you into him. You smell the shimmer on his breath before you see his blood lined eyes.

Steb jerks forwards. Bruisingly, the gun slams into your skull. “Move and their brains go BOOM! Hands in the air. Now.” He snarls, and Steb freezes in place, slowly raising his hands. You can see him breathing, hard, heaving breaths.

More people clamour their way out of vents, behind slabs of wood. You count at least four. Shit.

Shit.

This is bad.

“Woah! Talk about dramatics, huh?” You start, and almost in shock, the man holding you to himself grip loosens. From Steb’s place, you can see the wrinkle that lines his mouth when he gets stressed creep into existence. (That’s normal to remember. You should know when your coworkers get stressed. Part of the job, and all.) He slowly shakes his head. You mouth, trust me. He shakes his head harder. “Maybe we should talk this out? Civilly, tea and biscuits? …No?”

“It stopped being civil when you went for one of mine.”

Of course that guy you beat the shit out of gave you the location of an ambush. He was all too eager to speak, and when you go poking your hand down foxholes, it’s going to get bitten off. You feel both incredibly stupid and incredibly self-satisfied, you knew it, and you went here anyways.

“One of yours? I mean, we probably didn’t mean to? It was probably a mistake—” he shoves the gun down your throat. Spittle drips down the barrel. You taste dirt and gunpowder. You taste the blood leaking from your tongue.

You taste fear.

“Well? Your bag.” He gestures loosely to Steb.

Steb locks eyes with you as he gently tugs the straps off of his back, letting the hefty bag land to the floor with a thump. Carefully, he steps back, raising his hands in the air once again.

One of the hovering goons quickly snatches it, tugging it open. Medical supplies, bottles, all-the-like clatter the ground, but she continues shifting through hastily, eyes slowly narrowing. The last of our food supplies…, you mournfully think, quickly followed by Caitlyn is going to kill us, and she’s probably right to.

“You told us there would be hex tech, you fucking liar.” She drops the bag carelessly, starting towards the man holding you. “Well, do you think I’m some sort of prophet? You knew that it was an estimate.” He snaps back, grip on you loosening, the gun shifting out of your mouth to point towards the soft flesh of your cheek, spreading out your blood clouded spit as it does.

“I think you set us the hell up. You promised we’d split the money, but where’s the money now, huh? I gotta family to feed, hired work is dropping like flies with the chem barons at each other’s throats, which means I missed on any number of begging clients for this shit.”

You get an idea.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

It’s a terrible idea.

Steb tears his gaze from the arguing pair to meet your eyes, perhaps on some precognition of the mistake you are about to make.

You wink, grab the gun pressed to your cheek and then you yank.

It comes as cleanly as expected, the man’s adrenaline rattled, drug loosened reflexes nothing for the shock you give him when you take the gun from his hands, and than run. Surprise gives you the upper hand, yells clouding your soundscape. You still manage to pick out Steb’s footsteps, clean and even behind you as you barrel down the nearest pipe.

You run harder than you’ve ever run, past graffiti, with only your breath, the calls behind you, your heartbeat and the echoes of his and your boots slamming against metal to guide you.

You turn the corner so hard you slam your side against it, feeling your already bruised cheek cry out in pain in time with your yelp, and you stumble. Steb catches your shirt and yanks you right back up, and then you’re in another wide-open space.

Your head swings around, fear hammering around your ribcage like a desperate songbird.

Steb grabs your shoulder, gesturing with his head. You follow his gaze. There’s a smaller pipe in the wall, covered by a draping of torn fabric, and you rush towards it before you have any time to think, the fabric draping over your hair, the surface cool under your fingers.

He follows, your pursuer yells barrelling into your ears as the curtain draws shut.

The space is tight, circular, not even big enough for you to stretch out an arm and not brush the opposite end. Your back is pressed flush against the concrete and plaster. Your legs cage Steb, as do his, looping over one each other, his knee bent at an angle that’s for sure going to hurt later. His arms clutch the walls of the tube, yours resting bent in your lap.

He leans down, and his fingers gently grasp that stupid beret of his and tug it down onto his lap, before he pulls his head back up, his head scraping the roof. He’s a least a head taller than Maddie, and although you’d like to think of yourself as average, you are now grateful for the height you lack.

“OVER HERE!” Did they see you? Is this it? What can you do, two against at least five or so. You mean, counting has never really been your strong suit under pressure, and who’s to tell? Are you going to die? Are you going to die, your legs pressed into his midriff?

The gold smattering across Steb’s undereyes and nose adjoins with the darker turquoise scales lining the cavities his eyeballs are strung into, carving out little gold, blue, orange stripes, like the ones on the fish you and your parents used to gawk at the aquariums had.

Are they going to cart out your body to your parents, after your fellow enforcers find you, crammed into a hole in the underground? What would you had died for?

His eyes are so blue.

He blinks, smooth, deep lapis overtaking the gleaming surface of his eyes before his eyelids do. He has a second eyelid. How did you never notice?

His lips, perpetually downturned as they are, his steady line his eyebrows carve themselves into, his perfect posture, even as you are cramped within the pipe, the smooth, angular frame of his cheekbones all of it make him look like one of those forever uninconvenienced paintings the councillors hang from their mansion walls. He looks calm. His stupid snooty resting face cannot fool you. You know he isn’t.

His lips are parted, the gap between his front teeth visible as he stares down the opening of the tunnel like a loyal family dog. His little giveaway.

Maybe his inner workings aren’t such a mystery, after all.

He makes you nervous. He makes you so nervous. He makes you into a wreck.

You think you might be in love with him.

—and your pursuers are rushing past you, all until you can’t hear their voices and you’re alive. You’re alive and you’ve never been so happy to tomorrow eat shitty Zaunite food and have Caitlyn yell at you for loosing supplies and talk and talk and talk until your throat is raw.

You don’t. Talk. You don’t talk.

He’s looking at you.

You feel like a fool.

You sit there, just looking at him too. His eyelids slip halfway, letting you count the short lashes that frame them. His expression relaxes, loosens, ever so slightly, his arms moving from the wall of the tunnel to his lap.

You could sit here with him for hours, death inches from you both, and you could be happy. You could be suspended in disbelief and plausible deniability; you could allow yourself to lie. Your heart is pounding from the adrenaline, of course. Your face is pink because of overexertion, and you kind of want to kiss him because you’ve never kissed anybody and you may as well as get it over with before you die, right?

He points to his face. You blink, and then he points to yours. You brush your finger cheeks against the flesh and feel the sting of injury, spittle and blood on your fingers. Right.

Right. He’s looking at you because you’re injured right?

Of course he is. (Disappoint is still food, and you swallow it.)

Gently, he reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. Instead of sparring you and handing it to you, he merely carefully holds your head, one hand on your jaw and the other gently patting down the mess on your cheek. His head is tilted. You feel your heart slam up your throat, a throbbing, horrible pain that lets you part your lips to let the breath escape you before it can choke you.

The hand cradling your jaw moves a careful finger up to brush your lower lip.

Accident, of course. He’s not even looking at them, rather, the mess, taking his sweet time as he does, so very gentle.

You think he might be the danger, not the hell that is the pipework, nor the Grey, nor not the man with the gun

He pulls back, tucking the handkerchief back into the pocket and shallowly inclining his head towards the opening.

With a long look back at you, he crawls out of the hole first. You follow, dizzily. Ever the gentlemen, he offers you a hand as you push your way out of the hell that made you. You take it and feel incredibly guilty for doing so, stumbling to your feet.

He fastens his beret, usually a sign from you to inwardly (or outwardly) mock his silly hat, still watching you. You do not, in fact, mock him. You might be shaking, in fact, and that thought makes you hate yourself more than you could ever despise that ugly navy piece of fabric.

He frowns, and then he gestures to your mouth. You flinch without meaning too. “Huh?”

He mimes speaking, shallowly opening and then hastily closing his mouth

He's right to be concerned.

You haven’t spoken since you two trapped yourselves in the tunnel, after all.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝

Notes: Thank you for reading!! :)))) STUPID. IDIOTS IN LOVE. Him under the guise of medical assistance letting himself touch you... bro isn't slick whatsoever. If you have any ideas, be sure to drop them in my ask box, there is lack of fic on him holy hell. As a side note, we all need the comfort after season two part two holy cow…

[wisteriaiswriting]

Affection Headcanons

Words: 311

Her ‘go-to’ place to kiss you is one of three places; your forehead, top of your head or your hands.

As she is a taller gem, your forehead and top of head is a much easier area for her to reach. (She also enjoys feeling your hair, likely it’s different to most gems.)

With her own gems being on her hands, her leaving kisses on your hands is a real intimate and kinda sentimental thing for her. (This also shows her trust in you.)

Won’t really show much pda around humans or other gems, relaxing slightly around the crystal gems and steven just a bit.

If she wants to give you some type of affection around others, she’ll lean towards just holding your hand and standing close.

In private she’ll adapt to what you prefer, but tries to stay around for just a bit more than normal.

Whenever he returns from a mission / fight and finds you, he’s placing his kisses anywhere he can reach.

But during your day-to-day life he doesn’t give them out that often, they’re longer, softer while being gently planted across your cheeks.

He’s a big fan of pulling you into a hug or just close, then placing kisses all over your face.

Is decently open with pda but it doesn’t stop him from becoming embarrassed for a good amount of time, especially if it’s around the crystal gems.

If he could fuse with you he 100% would, (Will never shut up if you two actually can) he just tries to be as close as possible.

Her kisses are always in a different spot, often rushed to place more anywhere she can reach.

But when she’s feeling lazy they’re slow and roughly in the same area.

Absolutely loves being held by you, be warned this enables her to kiss you even more. (She will mess with your hair.)

Also enjoys it the other way around where she’s holding you, this prevents you from escaping her occasional bursts of energy.

Especially after some of her more dangerous fights, she’ll just throw herself at you for the next few hours without letting you leave her sight.

Has absolutely no shame with pda. (Lovingly embarrasses you if you show or give her any kind of reaction, positively obviously.)

She always places slow and gentle kisses, preferring to kiss you lips, knuckles and fingers. Of course after a fight the kisses become longer and just a bit rougher until she calms down.

There are times that she’ll sit, listen to you while messing with your hands, opting to trace over any scars, tattoos or anything else.

When it comes to handholding with Pearl she loves intertwining your hands together, making hand kisses feel so much more intimate and sentimental.

PDA in itself isn’t something she just does without any warning, the only exception is during or after fights. But during events or planned affection is fine with her.

She’s a bit more affectionate in private. This includes staying close, having a hand on you somewhere and a few more kisses.

[mer-acle]

do you have any headcanons about the other gods?

Lol naturally hehe (that's also so much lmao)

I think I'll just try to add one for each Olympian besides Athena and add links if I already made bigger posts about them. (The non-EPIC gods might get a little shorter)

Zeus: Makes the biggest gestures, in debate, at dinner, just whenever he's talking. It's great for who's sitting next to him (usually Hera and Athena respectively) bc who doesn't love being almost hit in the face every two seconds?

Poseidon: Involves himself in arguments all. the. time. Nobody cared, nobody asked, he knows like half of the facts and has no idea what the problem is but SURE shout along.

Hades: A lot more measured and chill than his brothers, but lets himself be drawn into debates and he CAN get pretty heated if the arguments get too nonsensical.

Hera: Has a massive garden and tends to it herself. It has a peacock fountain and stuff, it's really beautiful.

Demeter: Will 100% cry if she gets a gift from one of the kids.

Hestia: The best. Gives people a bit too much space sometimes. Like, yes, all her nieces and nephews are stubborn but some of them really could need a venting session or a hug down the line, but she just leaves them be. (It is not her responsibility but she wouldn't mind them venting, she just assumes they'll come themselves)

Athena post here.

Hephaestus: Is actually a really good singer (we're not talking musical world rules where everyone can sing, normal world) Like mostly it's too loud in the forge but he sings to himself anyway and he has a good voice.

Aphrodite: Is an amazing swimmer. Basing this on her ocean-born creation myth even though I am more of a fan of her being Zeus' kid for my own version. For the same reason, I always picture her with pearls

Ares post here.

Artemis: In council, I believe she's the most confrontational actually. Yes, more than Athena. Athena lies to get what she wants. Artemis doesn't live on Olympus, she just comes for the council meetings so she might as well speak her mind even if it means the meeting is even more chaos than normal. In general, she never backs down from what she believes in.

Apollo post here.

Hermes: God of eavesdropping and gossip. Seriously. Do you really have to know every single thing that's going on? Also I think his funny persona is a coping mechanism but it's so deeply ingrained it would be literally impossible to shed.

Dionysus: Randomly says the most insightful shit you've ever heard. Like, Athena is speechless levels of deep stuff. Like... is it because of the drugs or is he on drugs because otherwise his being would transcend the universe, we will never know.

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Okay that was fun hope you enjoyed :D

[nekrotiize]

It's a controversial take because everyone's stupid but I'm never going to stop calling fandom + shipping culture homophobic. Fandoms are consistently extremely homophobic, and shipping culture is consistently even more homophobic.

Yes, the way fandoms center men so religiously is obviously misogynistic. The only people who deny that are themselves misogynists. But the aggressive centering of men and the resultant fixation on male/male dynamics lends to this slimy coating of homophobia that nobody talks about. The misogyny is an issue, clearly. But gay men are, to most people in fandom, toys. We are sex objects to coo over. It's intensely voyeuristic. Every god damn interaction is scrutinized to hell and back, and the second a man shows any kind of emotional connection with another man, it gets pounced on, and he gets thrown into a mill that flattens him down to one of three deeply heterosexual yaoi tropes that are fandom's only way of processing the existence of gay men.

It doesn't even matter what that man is. A disconcerting amount of time, people will start fawning over the idea of literal rapists being gay with zero critical thought applied. As if gay men being painted as and assumed to be sexual predators isn't a method that's been historically used to literally legally murder us. (What the fuck do people think "Gay Panic" means, even?)

Gay men aren't given the ability to be human beings in fandom. We're not afforded nuance. We're accessories, we are constantly objectified, and no one ever takes the time to consider that we have cultures, and that we are real human beings. We keep getting shoved into the most heterosexual boxes physically possible for the easy digestibility of people who do not want to see us as human beings. Semes- sorry, I mean Tops are the taller, older, more masculine, capable men of the relationship. Ukes- oops, sorry again, I mean Bottoms are the smaller, younger, more feminine, and totally useless women of the relationship. It's painfully yaoi. Gay men in fandom are never given the opportunity to be regular men, because people are too busy turning everything into homophobic, misogynistic fetish porn of our existence to be normal for five seconds.

There's something comedic about how many people in fandom want to say they're progressive, accepting. Safe. How fandom is welcoming of everyone. Look, we've made all this representation! And every time, gay men are sex objects, the women are scapegoated to hell and back, the headcanoned trans men are always skinny white softboys not a single day over 21 maximum, lesbianism is maybe acknowledged 0.5% of the time and largely for brownie points, bisexuals are across the board made out to be overtly horny and often sexually aggressive, fans of color are harassed out of the community left and right, anyone on the aro/ace spectrums is called a freak and a killjoy for not participating in shipping, characters on the aro/ace spectrums are heavily included in shipping content with the excuse of "aros/aces can date/have sex like normal people, too!" with zero regard for what our love looks like, and there isn't a single accepted trans woman headcanon to be seen.

Fandoms are circuses full of dirty little liars with cotton stuffed in their ears and Shipping Culture is a disease.

And if you criticize either of them, the most annoying white liberals you've ever seen will start clutching their pearls because how dare you criticize something that's free?! Don't you know a lack of price point immediately negates any criticism?! Just laughable.

[hybbart]

Hey guys, I would really appreciate it if you stopped sending me messages about Lizzie's appearance. I get that most of you are just happy and/or think it's a compliment, but I've literally never had so many weird comments on a woman's body before, and it's getting really uncomfortable.

While I know I'm not always as good about it for men, as a character artist and as I hope is made clear in the design sheet I did for all the hermit and empire girls, I have always and will always draw all sorts of body types. That includes not just fat people, but fat people with different distributions and shape language- different everything. Lizzie and Cleo and Stress may all be fat and round but I like to think I did a very good job of making them all distinct in shape from each other in a way that converys their character.

I redesigned my Lizzie recently because I was wanting to draw her more, and I wanted her to allign better with my mental idea of her. She hadn't before because 1) I started off drawing her as the ocean queen and mayor who are very unlike her base self and monstrous, because she's cool like that. And 2) I never sat down and made a design sheet for her, so I constantly drew her differently and mixed her up with my Gem design. (which, go firgure, as a fan of sister characters, when I finally worked it out that mental idea ended up having a body type similar to my own little sister. Which makes it extra uncomfortable on a personal level.)

The fact is, when I draw women people casually comment on their body a LOT more, which is already a bit uncomfortable- and baffling, given that most of my sexualized pictures are of men. I get similar comments about how tall Pearl is, I've probably gotten more comments about how tall Pearl is than I have about how tall Jimmy is, and I draw him multiple times a week. But those comments are often at least done with a bit of amusement and not just straight up ogling her.

Every single time I've drawn Lizzie recently, though, I got an absolute flood of comments specifically talking about her body and nothing else. How fat she is, how attractive she is because she's fat, cat calls, and other more unsavoury language. Even backhanded compliments. I certainly didn't try to make her ugly, but I've not drawn her in pinups. She's doing the exact same things as every other character I draw, including herself before my redesign. And given that timing and VERY pointed nature of the comments, it's not exact rocket science.

Most of the comments haven't been too gross, thankfully. I'll chalk that up to a lot of the messages being people projecting onto her, which- that's a whole different can of discomfort worms. But it is constant and it is in place of literally anything else. I draw a whole comic about a funny moment with multiple people, and art I'm pretty happy with, and the only thing a dozen asks have to say is "Lizzie's fat!!🤤" which stands in quite the contrast to all the comparatively few comments about Jimmy being about how I drew his banana costume.

Anyways, what I'm asking is to please just be a bit more normal about women's bodies. I get that it's rarer, and it makes some people happy when they see characters like them, but focusing on how beautiful an unconventional woman is is still objectifying and making that woman's beauty her worth.

[foggysilverfeathers]

Ways (almost!) every player’s superpower connects to them!

Ren (power: player shapeshifting): Covered for Tango in Secret Life and pretended to be him. Also a big fan of playing different characters.

Pearl (power: flight): Postmaster on Hermitcraft (winged hat reference), reference to Hermes, often associated in the fandom with wings as part of the ‘skyblings’.

Cleo (power: zombie goons): ZombieCleo. Also often characterised as a Dr Frankenstein-like character for their power over armour-stands.

Martyn (power: good ears): Connects to his lore of the Listeners, sending the fandom into mayhem in the process. The way the audio also becomes a bit staticky is reminiscent of a radio, linking to Martyn’s work and interest in radio.

Bigb (power: creaking summoner): This season he’s based in the Pale Garden, and his skin is made to resemble a Creaking. He’s known as quite a smooth-tongued player, especially after Secret Life, who’s biggest advantage is his ability to slip away unnoticed, but not so much his PvP skills.

Lizzie (power: shadows): LDShadowLady. Additionally, her final death in Secret Life was caused by falling into the void.

Joel (power: high jump, no fall damage): Perfect to do sick water bucket clutches without danger and speed bridging. Also links to Empires Season 2, where he built up in the sky.

Bdubs (power: sleep, time manipulation): Known on most of his series, especially Hermitcraft, as the master of sleep for his passion for instantly sleeping away the night. Due to this, he also normally carries around a clock, hence his association with time in the fandom.

Grian (power: mimic): Sort of N/a, as he’s the creator and must have not wanted to give himself so sort of unfair advantage, but also links to him being a Watcher.

Jimmy (power: invisibility): He needs to hide from the Watchers because he’s not out yet…

Tango (power: speed + frostwalker): Linked to frost powers for a while after Decked Out 2, when he was the master of the ‘Frozen Citadel’.

Scar (power: able to sit on people, long punch): You can’t tell me this isn’t purely to get Scar to say ‘look, I’m riding you!’. + also knockback so he can finally go ‘BAM!’

Etho (power: wind jump + mace): Was one of the first contestants of the Mace Race, and also is one of the only players who can safely have this incredibly overpowered superpower (re: he went strip-mining).

Gem (power: astral projection): Her characters are seen as being the same one able to jump through different universes (seen in the Empires Season 2 x Hermitcraft crossover). She also plays a lot of Phasmo (GIGGS) hence being able to talk to ghosts.

[thatonefreakk-0]

~Heat~

➵Author: thatonefreakk-0

➵Content: Fluf, Smut, p in v, gentle sex, praise

➵Words: 2.844

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It's once again a hot day in hell, which is usually normal, but today is one of those EXTRA hot days. Everyone at the hotel is trying to desperately find ways to cool off a little.

Everyone seems to be wearing very little clothing to try and bypass the unbearable heat. You yourself are wearing a short skirt and tank top, which differs from your usual attire of having a lot of your body covered up. Though under these terrible temperatures you let it slide. Navigating through the hotel's long hallways, you enter the lobby and see Angel Dust and Husk on the couch, in front of a fan. You make your way over to them, "Can I join you two?" you say almost desperate to sit in front of that fan. "Of course!", Angel tells and you don't hesitate to jump in front of the fan with them. The cooling air of the fan hits your burning hot skin, you sigh and close your eyes, relaxing into the couch with the cooling breeze showering over you.

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Most of the guys are topless, which is understandable, if you were a guy, you'd be topless right now as well. Thinking of this made you realise, you haven't seen Lucifer at all today. Lucifer and you are close, you call each other best friends, but there's definitely more.

Your head roams with thoughts of what he could possibly be doing right now, or what he's wearing. He always covers up, the most you've ever seen are his forearms from when he crumpled his sleeves to his elbows. You shake your head to get out of your train of thought and get up to walk to the kitchen, all this heat is making you thirsty after all.

Picking up a glass you fill it with cold water and chug it slowly, you set the glass down and let out a relieving sigh. Sweat pearls up on your forehead as the heat strikes you again, you wipe it away and look to your side. Your eyes widen as you see Lucifer in the lobby, talking to Charlie. Your eyes immediately dart to what he's wearing. He's topless, making his wings pop behind him and showing off his abs and well trained back. Your eyes fall further, he's wearing sweatpants, they look custom tailored to fit his tail. You just stare in awe at his striking beauty.

'Pull yourself together!', you tell yourself and snap out of the trance you were in. You decide to see what they're talking about. "Hey Luci, hey Charls, what's up", you ask mindlessly, trying to ignore Lucifer's breathtaking physique.

His head turns to face you and and his eyes widen a little, looking at your face before briefly checking you out. That's when you notice, you've never worn clothes that are as revealing as the ones you decided to wear today. A light blush crosses your cheeks but before you could think, you were cut off. "Hey y/n! Dad just wanted to tell me something real quick, what about you?", Charlie explains and I nod my head, showing that I acknowledged her words. "Ah- yes, I just went to get a drink real quick" you chuckle the notice Lucifer staring at you. "Y/n?", Lucifer says close to a whisper. "Yes, Luci?", you question his sudden mention of your name. "How are you dealing with this heat to today?", his voice shifts back to an innocent tone. "Oh, barely, it's so hot", I tell wiping pearls of sweat off my forehead. "I can tell, want to join me in my room? I have cooling". "You. Have. Cooling? And you didn't tell me?! Yes I'll join you!", you couldn't believe he had cooling this entire time. Lucifer chuckles, "Come with me then". With no further questions, you follow him to his room.

This isn't your first time in his room, you've been here countless amount of times. You enter his room and feel the shift in temperature instantly, relieved, you let yourself fall on his bed, sighing comfortably. Faint chuckling can be heard as you get comfortable on his cozy, smooth bed. He walks towards you, smiling, "Better in here isn't it?". "I'm never leaving your room, ever again". He laughs, "Is that so?". "Uh huh!", you stretch your arms then sit up on his bed when you suddenly notice his chest. You totally forgot he was topless and a faint blush creeps onto your cheeks. Lucifer seemed to notice this and sits beside you. His eyes darting different features of your body which he hasn't seen before and it's making you blush. "You know.. I really dont have a problem with you staying in my room", he explains. You were about to say something but he beats you to it, "I mean you can stay here any time you want-!" he notices what he said and embarrassingly tries to save himself. You laugh, "Relax~ I'd love to stay here, it's super comfy!", you smile at him and he seems to ease up again.

It's only now that you realise just how close you are sitting to him, thighs touching. Usually you wouldn't mind this, you and Luci hug each other a lot but something is just off with you today.. perhaps not only you are feeling 'off' today.

The tension hanging in the air is as thick as the awkward silence that was filling the room, until Lucifer broke it off, "You know uh.. I've never told you this but you're outstandingly beautiful". You can't help but blush at the compliment and look away embarrassed. "Oh stop it-", you smile nervously, trying to deny it. "Oh but you are", he speaks with new found confidence in his voice, which he definitely got from seeing you blush.

His fingers gently grab your chin and turn your head to face him. Your eyes widen slightly, flustered, you're now looking at him. His eyes dart to your lips, then meet your eyes again. His whisper breaks the silence once again, "You're so breathtaking..", he says in awe of your beauty, examining your face. Your heart starts pounding faster as he leans closer. 'Is this actually happening?? Are we about to kiss?!', you think to yourself. "Y/n..", he pauses, "may I kiss you..?". Your heart pounds out of your chest as those words leave his lips. You'd be a fool to deny it. You'd be a fool to deny him. You gather any amount of confidence left and answer boldly, "Do it". He seems taken aback by your bold answer but accepts it. His hands cup your face and he pulls you closer, "I've always wanted to kiss you", he whispers against your lips and kisses you gently.

Your heart skips a beat as you feel his lips on yours, soft and gentle, passionately kissing. Your mind eases a little, knowing the feeling is mutual now. Your hands reach up into his soft blonde hair and you kiss back, matching him perfectly. The kiss you share seems to have stopped time. You're completely lost in his sweet taste. His right hand moves gracefully to the small of your back and pulls you in closer. Your hands leave his hair and settle on his bare chest.

He separates the kiss and you both try to catch your air. You look up at him, pure love in his eyes as he meets your almost enchanting gaze. "That was.. amazing" you whisper. Both of your faces are flush pink, you want to kiss him again but you're unsure if he does too. 'He really did kiss me' you think to yourself in shock. The silence is loud, unspoken feelings are in the air and the oh so familiar tension between you two didn't seem to budge. "Y/n,..?" his smooth voice rips you out of thought and you nod. He seems to say something but all you see are his lips moving. "..y/n..? Are you listening?". You completely ignore his question, the kiss you shared with him just now fueled you. You want more so you gently grab his face, taking him off guard. "Kiss me again, I liked it". He smirks at your words and pulls you onto his lap, back your face heat up. "So eager hm~?", he whispers and kisses you deeply. This time, you both seem a bit more needy. His hands roaming your body carefully and pulling you even closer.

You separately the kiss to catch some air, look into his half lidded eyes which are full of love and lust? "Y/n..", he starts and you notice that you do see lust in his eyes. Before Lucifer could say anything, you kiss him deeply and a little rougher than before. Instantly he kiss back, the kiss is rough and sloppy, you're making out. Your hips start to involuntarily move back and forth, grinding against his crotch which makes him groan. His hands examine your body, moving down under your skirt, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush against him. "You sure you want this~? I advise you to be careful with your decisions~" he smirks. "What'll happen if we keep going~?", I tease dragging my fingertip from his chest downward. "That depends on how far you want to take this darling", he stops and leans in to whisper into my ear, "I'm willing to do whatever you'd like~". You blush. Calling you 'darling' then telling you that?? Butterflies.

"Now I'm curious~", you giggle. "We'll see how long that giggle lasts my love", he whispers and kisses you hard, making you moan into the kiss unexpectedly. You kiss back and decide to just go all out. Grinding yourself against his crotch. The groans he lets out only help to fuel your desire. You start to feel his erection growing and smirk during the kiss. "Someone's excited to see me~", you chuckle. "Always.. fuck you're so hot", he responds quick. You think you have him in a vulnerable state, but he proves you wrong and swiftly moves you onto the bed, getting on top of you. You gasp but he shushes you, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you", he winks and starts trailing small kisses down to your neck. The kisses start to get sloppy and you feel his teeth graze your skin. He bites making you gasp and choke back a moan. He notices, "Don't hide those sweet noises baby~", he orders, his voice lower than usual. He goes back to your neck when you feel him bite. "Mhh~". "That's my girl~", he breathes against your neck. He bites your neck until he finds your sweet spot. "Ah-!", you moan, making him bite harder. "Ah~ Lucifer..". He chuckles then puts on a little more serious tone, "Are you okay with us doing this love?". "Y-yes", you can't believe he asked for permission. With your conformation, he continues. You see his gold magic remove both of your clothes and you heat up. You can see his body now, wow.. He notices your staring, "Looks like you enjoy your sight just as much as I like mine~", he licks his lips looking at my body and I blush.

He moves down and spreads your legs, brushing his fingers between your wet lips, making you gasp. He finds your clit and massages it gently, you whimper at this, your stomach feels fuzzy. He enjoys your whimpering and rubs your clit faster. "Ah~ oh my- ngh~", you hold onto the bedsheets. "So sensitive hmm~", he says seductively, his voice very deep and low, which you have never heard before. You open your eyes to look at him, his eyes glowing red and his eyelids low. 'Shit he looks hot', you think to yourself then feel a finger at your entrance and gasp,pulling you out of thought. "You're soaking wet for me already~ You want me so bad hm~". You blush and look away embarrassed but he makes you face him with his other hand at your chin, "Tell me what you want sweetheart~ What is it you want me to do~". Your blush stays content, "I.. I want you". "Want me to what~", he teases. "To.. fuck me..". "That's my good girl~", he says as he lifts my legs over his shoulders,"You ready~? I'll start slow, if you want me to stop tell me alright?". 'He's so respectful..', you think and nod.

With that he presses his tip against your wet entrance, then pushes in slowly, making you groan as his big size stretches you out. Grabbing and holding on to the bedsheets as he pushes in further, inch by inch. "That's it, you're doing great my love~", he praises, suppressing his groans. He stays still, letting you adjust to his size. As he's letting you adjust you deside to ask out of curiosity, "Lucifer?". "Hm?". "How big are you-?", you can see his face flush a little as you ask. "Right now, about 12 inches". You look at him shocked, "12 inches- No wonder it hurts-, wait- what do you mean by 'Right now'?". He chuckles, "Size manipulation darling, 12 inches is my normal size but if you need more I can give you more". You blush, "Oh- I think 12 inches is more than enough". He laughs, "You ready for me to move?". You nod and he starts to slowly slide in and out of you, gaining groans and moans. He groans as well, his hands on your hips to hold you steady. He starts moving a little faster, making you moan more. He increases the speed of his thrusts more and more. You're a moaning mess now with unregulated breathing. "Ahh~ Ngh~ please f-faster Lucifer~", you beg and he happily obliges. He thrust even faster, "Ahh~ yes~!". Without a warning he thrusts faster and faster making you throw your head back and arch your back at the intense pleasure. "Fuck~! Ahh~!", you moan loudly, your hands making their way down to try and cover your pussy in 'protest' but he's not letting that slide. His demon tail swirls around your wrists and pins your hands above your head, "Behave darling~", he orders between his own groans. He continues to slam into you rougher and harder and you start loosing control over your body. You feel yourself getting close to a climax and make sure he knows too, "L-lucifer~! I-I'm close~nghh~". "Good, cum when you're ready baby~", he thrusts faster and harder, feeling your walls clench around his length. "Fuuuck~ Deeper~~!". He does as told and thrusts balls deep into you at an insane speed. "I'm- I'm coming~~!!", you shout as you release your liquid and orgasm. You moan relieved and he let's you ride out your orgasm then pulls out. "Do you mind uhm..", he looks down at his hard dick, he pulled out to not cum inside you. You quickly move and take him in your mouth, earning a rich moan from him. You suck him off hard and rough and not soon after he grabs your hair and finishes, shooting his cum down your throat moaning loudly, "Ah~ y/n~ fuck~!". He let's go of you and you look up at him swallowing his cum. Both of you trying to catch your breath.

Both of you manage to calm down again. "That felt just amazing" you tell him. "I'm glad you liked it", he smiles. You lay down and he drops next to you, stretching his arm out for you to lay on, which you do and snuggle against his warm body. "Lucifer..". "Yes?". "I love you". His breathing hitches as you told him that, "I.. I love you too y/n", he whispers as his hand brushes through your hair. You fall asleep.

-^-

You wake up cuddled against him still and sit up carefully. "Good morning beautiful", Lucifer tells you sitting up as well. "Good morning Luci", I smile. "Let's go get breakfast sha'll we?". You nod and watch him get up, so do you and you hear him chuckle, "Looks like you're having a little trouble walking there". "Mhmm, I wonder why that is", you say sarcastically. He snaps his fingers and you're both wearing his robes. It's a little big on you but it fits. Together, you two walk to the kitchen and see the others. You don't notice that they're all looking at you and Lucifer at first but then Angel says something, "Looks like someone had fun yesterday~" he teases and laughs. You blush a bit embarrassed and just groan in response.

Lucifer grabbed some tea for both you and himself and walked past his daughter Charlie, "You have a new mum now", he says out of nowhere and takes a sip of his tea as he finds his seat at the table. Your eyes widen at his words and blush embarrassed. Angel looked surprised and Husk spit his water out. Charlie looks dumbfounded, "W-What?", she looks at Lucifer shocked. "You heard me", he simply says and sits down, you joining him.

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BOOM, I haven't written smut in years and I've actually never written in the 3rd perspective so I hope it was alright!

If you have requests please tell me, I'd love to hear and write your ideas!

[autistic-writer-angel]

Octonauts Headcanons

May add to this, as I go:

Captain Barnacles:

Just everyone’s Dad™

All of them, except for Professor Inkling has called him Dad at least once. He doesn’t mind.

Nobody has ever seen him cry.

He spends one on one time with each of the crew members whenever he can (typically once a week with each of them).

Sings in the shower

Showers in the morning

Has pretty strict routines, but can also be flexible, given the unpredictability of life as an Octonaut

His birthday is in October. (I Googled when that flower that blooms every twelve years does so, to see if I could narrow down what time of year his birthday is. Apparently, the peak blooming period is in September/October and with OCTOber, I figured it fits!)

If anybody on the Octopod were to go to his room and tell him they had a nightmare, he would let them sleep with him. (The only ones who do are Peso and the Vegimals.)

Sort of a joke headcanon, but I'mma add it anyway: He has reoccurring dreams about playing his accordion on stage, with hundreds of adoring fans cheering for him.

Kwazii:

ADHD

Not just afraid of spiders, but needles too (not that he’d ever admit it!)

Often takes the GUP-B out just for the fun of it, but will also do so to get out of something (normally cleaning or when the Captain’s playing his accordion)

Sneaks into the Captain’s room to play with his model ships

Such a sweet tooth

Messiest of all of them

Peso:

Intimidated by Captain Barnacles when they first met

Stopped feeling that way after a difficult mission, where the Captain told Peso he was very proud of him

Puts the Captain on a pedestal

Looks up to all the Octonauts, but of course, he looks up to the Captain the most

Youngest and most recent to join

Still pretty recent to join when the series started

Anxiety

He has hundreds of family members and he remembers the names and birthdays of every single one.

Shellington:

Autistic

Bullied as a child; Pearl stuck up for him and they were extremely close as a result

His satchel is a comfort item and a seemingly bottomless pit. If you see him pull things out of it, you’ll think, Wow! How did you fit all that in there?

Mother calls him Shelly; she’s the only one who does so

(I can’t remember where I saw this theory, but I think it makes a lot of sense.) In addition to marine biology, he has an interest in linguistics. That’s how he was able to learn Vegimalese.

Does not care if you interrupt one of his infodumps. He will just keep talking.

Clumsiest and most absentminded of the crew

Do NOT watch any nautical themed cartoon with him (e.g. SpongeBob or Finding Nemo). He will just spend the entire time pointing out all the inaccuracies.

Best artist on the Octopod

Dashi:

Octopod’s unofficial DJ

Loves strawberries and strawberry flavoured things

Completely ignores danger while trying to get the perfect photo

Second best artist

Just loves babies! Any kind of babies!

Tweak:

Mother passed away when she was young; Ranger Marsh raised her all by himself

Known Captain Barnacles longer than any of the others

Even though the Captain is her dad and Kwazii’s her brother, she’s the mum of the Octopod.

Plays the banjo

Professor Inkling:

Most painfully slow driver you can imagine

Gives the best advice

Shellington was one of his (most talented) students. That was how Shellington got the job with the Octonauts.

Never leaves the library unless he absolutely has to

Leave him alone with a child and he has no clue what he's supposed to do

Also the case when someone's crying

Vegimals:

Always make sure they have a supply of everyone’s favourite flavour of kelp cake in case anybody needs some emergency comfort food

Often sleep holding hands (they learned this from Shellington when they were babies)

Sometimes sleep with one of the Octonauts (mostly Shellington, but sometimes the others as well)

We know they get stuck in the kitchen vent. Well, I bet half the time, they get stuck while showing the other Vegimals how they got stuck!

[averagetransgirl7826423]

Gem is an interesting addition to the Life series. She's so kind and nice normally, (plus her pretty voice is what I strive for) but when it comes down to just red names she's a force to be reckoned with.

She's like if Demeter and Ares had a kid. Dangerous, but would rather tend to her cows and not fight people. It took both Pearl and Scar to kill her in Secret Life and it makes me curious to see what'll happen when she goes red and all pretenses of being nice are thrown out the window.

But session 6 and the banter between them about how Gem didn't like the fact that Pearl 2v1'd her with Scar, and wanting a 1 on 1 rematch with Pearl, and Pearl's refusal really highlights how dangerous she really is. Pearl is one of the most bloodthirsty Lifers, and even she doesn't want to fight Gem head on.

If you couldn't tell, I'm a fan of geminitay.

[madam-o]

YES. People actually ship it! Shocking, I know. However, since this is your first day on the internet, let me be the one to inform you that age gaps are really quite a common fantasy, especially for younger fans of adult characters. Go into any tag and you'll see fic writers shipping teen/barely legal characters (often ones of their own creation) with the main characters of a property, who are often decades older.

This is actually amazingly common! There are soooo many properties that have ancient, supernatural characters like VAMPIRES, DEMONS, GHOSTS, FAERIES, etc where younger humans are preyed upon by these creatures, and readers/viewers get turned on by this. Adult human villains are also incredibly popular in this way. This kind of relationship would be problematic in real life, but as a sexual fantasy, it's really quite typical. Marketing departments even know this and regularly cater to it. Turns out that this kind of thing is so sexy to so many people that it's a real money maker!

You can pull your jaw off the floor now.

So, since this thing you're so scandalized about turns out to be totally normal, you should probably not tag your hate. You're just making yourself look ignorant and prudish. Frankly, you're just annoying most people. Maybe go hang out in the anti tags with the other unworldly pearl-clutchers where your commentary will be received better.

[ender1821]

re: shinyduo/gempearl being so not normal about each other after life series. other anon was so right why are they freaky.

pearl is definitely just as at fault imo. gem’s excellent at innuendos and tone of voice (“your red skin is my favorite~”) but pearl’s yes and filter falls apart in front of gem. the pickles a prime example, and the ren stream disaster wedding of course. she’s also very genuine and i love that for her. but that results in crazy lines like the “love you gem. always will. even if you dont want me, ill still be there.” TO STREAM WHEN GEM WASNT EVEN THERE.

and i need to mention the latest stream. Pearl “I only get asked if im gay when you’re in the picture” and how they both have to take a minute of silence to process that flejelejwkej. whose fault is that pearl? whose fault ?? to her credit she seems genuinely confused by the extent of her actions. the most damning evidence for her straightness i fear. rip gem though, she seems to be having fun anyway.

theyre both professionals and follow up in that stream with how the fandom will always play around with them as characters etc etc. good communication, very healthy, good for them. but this post is about why they graduated from shenanigans and innuendos to 2 hours of fanservice and it doesn’t even feel intentional half the time.

as for next life series, i would be shocked if they didn’t keep up this befuddling yuri bit. theyve mentioned seeing all the tierlist maker dream team posts and pearl had to ask her chat “OTHER than gem, who should I team with” so theyre well aware demand is there. theyre fantastic as enemies and well aware of that, but they could get some scarian level drama by teaming together, and i dont say that lightly. since pearl keeps stalling pvp on hermitcraft, theyre never getting that 1v1 without cosmic intervention or a declaration of love 😭

rambling now. love to hear your thoughts xoxo

yippee i love anon rambles!!! im glad we’re all unwell

im NOT gonna go on another rant about the life series alliance situation because as i’ve just demonstrated yesterday i can literally rant. for hours. and we don’t need that lmao. at this point whether or not they team up in the next one SOMETHING will happen. i have that much faith in them. they’re bound to run into each other and do something and that’s the shiny duo connection speaking god bless

like the other anon said, i do think they can work with just about any dynamic and it’ll be insanity-inducing either way. one of my favourite things about them just as a pairing (in any context, platonic, romantic, etc.) is just the way they will drift towards one another, to be linked in a way that’s indescribable, to always carry a piece of each other with themselves wherever they wander because the influence they’ve had on the other is irrefutable— and okay yeah they’re getting way too freaky about it get out of my fan fiction-esque rant. what are you doing here. why are you like this. what. like there’s something going on when what they’re getting up to creeps more and more into being what i usually read in fics. i. hello???

i really, really want to give them the benefit of the doubt. okay. listen. for every mention of feet and poking at pearl’s straightness, there’s a chat message behind it that warranted it, i’m sure. this isn’t the post to be getting into how fans are with cc boundaries and how we’re STILL bad at figuring our tags out, but i feel like this discussion eventually HAS to touch on the fact that it’s been made clear that they don’t want to see shipping stuff, and bringing it up in chat crosses that boundary just as well. i think they’ve handled it well in acknowledging that they’re aware it’s for their characters, drawing clear lines between what they’re comfortable with and what they’re not, etc. i think just the muddled lines from people continuously bringing stuff from a fandom space up to a cc contributes a lot to why we got. whatever happened on that wednesday stream. honestly, from these instances on stream i think it’s been shown that they just find this stuff amusing, and good for them, y’know? still doesn’t mean we should be regularly poking them about ships and. well. i dunno. literally bringing it up in chat?

but still. BUT STILL. god the ways they “yes, and” each other just keep getting worse. stuff like the pickles and the wedding (and the SL ep 4 ender dragon fight! still one of the most baffling “yes, and”s i’ve ever seen from them, i swear to god) were almost completely just them. that was just them. there’s no blaming chat for gem saying “wait, i don’t have a beard” right after pearl rejects ren for having a beard, and CERTAINLY NOBODY ELSE TO BLAME when pearl takes that and literally proposes to her. that was all them. and why. girl. huh??? i do believe, at least to some extent, that pearl is oblivious to the implications of what she does/says. but that only goes so far. sorry man i can only give so much benefit of the doubt for like 2-3 streams of 2 hour fan service. good lord

i was texting a friend who isn’t into mcyt about this whole. thing. and the way i described it was: imagine being a gempearl shipper, and you’re enjoying life, driving this train with fanfics and fanart and everything’s all good… and then for some reason gem and pearl jump on the train, hijack the conductor seat and starts directing the train elsewhere. nearing the end of that stream i was questioning my life and screaming for a way off this train. that’s how it felt to me. of course i’m exaggerating but like. genuinely how did we get here

[ashblooddragons]

Tides Of Love (Chapter 3/?)

Series Masterlist

Driftmark

105 ac

Laenas pov

I sit at the high table as each lord is announced. There is more than I thought would come, the whole of Grand Hall is filled with different lords and ladies. Some from inland such as House Baratheon, and some from Essos like a prestigious Lord from Pentos, or at least that's what Mama said when I asked why Papa was talking to the mysterious man.

Most want to talk to Mama or Papa, some want to talk to Laenor, but very few have looked at me when saying happy Nameday. Though Mama says this is normal but it doesn't make it feel any better.

I decide to look down at the dress Papa had made for me. It's a gorgeous pink that Mama says looks perfect against my warm skin. It has ruffled sheer sleeves with small white pearls all the way down to my wrists. The neck is straight or square from what Mama said to the seamstress. It has golden embroidery that seems like waves. The skirt is so poofy I can't even feel the wooden chair under me. It has layer upon layer of that sheer fabric but instead it's white and on top is a soft smooth fabric the rest of the dress is made of. From skirt to bust. I think it is one of my favorite dresses ever.

I've gotten many compliments already and Papa says more are to come. 

But my favorite part of my outfit is my hair. Mama had made many small braids beading in pearls. She even braided in golden thread. And finally ahe put some animal fat that smells like oranges to lay down my baby hair so they look like little waves. It took hours but by the end I looked like a Mermaid in one of Papa’s paintings or tapestries. 

When I look back up I see Nyra and Ali next to their Papa's who talk to mine. I waste no time getting out of my chair and running down the steps to see them. 

Nyra is dressed in a yellow dress with long sleeves that fan out when she moves. It has some brown embroidery that I assume are to look like scales all the way down the sleeves. I can already tell she had the same idea I did, to dress like my dragon. Her hair is in two braids that go from her forehead to her middle back, I can tell they are to be like her dragons slicked back horns. There are sapphires beaded into her hair. There must be more than fifty in her hair alone and that is just from a glance. I know they are to be like Syrax's glowing blue eyes and they truly do match.

To look like Syrax's eyes no doubt. I think before taking how Ali looks.

She is in a light blue dress with short sleeves and silver embroidery of flowers along the hem of her sleeves and dress and neckline. The dress is simple but her hair is the star of the show. Many intricate braids meet to make a makeshift bun with silver thread braided in and I believe diamonds beaded into her hair. 

I can tell they both put much thought into how they would look tonight, and if this is just for the opening feast what will they wear for the rest of the week's festivities?

“Laena!” Ali exclaims when she sees me rushing forward as quickly as she could while also seeming lady-like. Which is much different to how Nyra greets me, having blotted from her spot and collided into me with such force I almost tripped and fell. 

But I don't mind she is always like this, she often has made me fall and scrap a knee or bruise my bum. But I know she doesn't mean to hurt me. 

“Happy nameday!” She exclaims holding me tighter. 

“Rhaenyra, I think Laena needs to breathe.” Ali says when she catches my pained expression from the uncomfortable way my ribs pinch.

Nyra quickly lets me go, giving me a sheepish smile. “Sorry, it's just been so long since I've seen you.” 

I only nod in agreement, it's been two moons since I have seen the two of them. We send Ravens but it isn't the same. 

“You look beautiful by the way, I love what you did with your hair.” Nyra says touching one of my braids. 

“Thank you, my Mama did them.” I say with a smile. 

“And your dress, it's so poofy!” Nyra exclaims, eyeing my dress. 

I swear I saw anger in her eyes but just as quickly as it came it disappeared. I brush it off as my mind playing tricks on me but a part of me remembers Nyra doesn't like to be outshined. Ali's last nameday comes to mind. She's wearing a pretty white dress with blue gems all over her. Nyra swears it was an accident when she spilled wine all over Ali, but I don't know if I believe her. 

“I think you both look beautiful, you outshine all the ladies in this room.” I exclaim, hoping this little comment will save my dress. 

“Thank you, Laena.” Ali says while Nyra only smiles as she eyes my dress. 

“I see we had similar ideas, you dressed like Syrax and I dressed like Brightfyre.” I say finally catching Nyra's attention again. 

“I did, I was trying to figure out if you did that too. Yours is more subtle though.” She says and I swear she gives me a smug smirk that quickly disappears when our parents come over. 

“I see you girls have found each other.” Ali's Mama says as she pushes some of Ali's loose hair behind her ear. 

“Oh and they all look so lovely. Truly an eye-catching group.” The Queen says as she hold the King's arm and rubs her swollen belly. 

I watch as Mama walks over to me running her hands down my head before looking at Ali and Nyras Mama's. “And it seems all three of their Mothers made sure they would be the most beautiful things here.” 

They all three laugh before looking at us again and telling us to go sit at the high table and talk. That way they can keep an eye on us easier. 

I don't know why they are so concerned about whether they can see us or not, Papa invited his friends, that should mean he trusts them, right? 

But just as the thought comes, do I notice the way some of the lords look at us. It's like the way Nyra looks before she eats a lemon cake, as if a sweet treat is all but in their grasp. I quickly take Ali and Nyra's hands and practically drag them up the steps to the High table. 

Maybe Papa doesn't have the best friends after all. I think before noticing the Prince staring at one of the men I noticed. He doesn't seem happy, no far from it. I watch as he slowly looks up at me before giving a nod of approval. And then he is lost in the crowd once more.

Daemons pov

I move through the crowd making my way towards Corlys who seems to be in a debate with my pink faced brother. 

Gods it's only been an hour since we've arrived and he's already drunk? I think with a scowl. 

“Brother, I'm afraid I need to borrow Lord Corlys.” I say not even letting the two men have a chance to respond before I grab the man by the arm and drag him out of the Great Hall. 

Once the sound of chatter and music drowns out to nothing but a hum do I finally let the man go and glare at him. 

“Do you know who you invited to your Daughter's nameday? Your lucky she caught on to their stares or else who knows who may have snatched her, the Princess, or the Hightower girl.” I say with such rage there is ringing in my ears. 

“Yes I do Daemon. Do you think I wanted to invite them? Because if you do you obviously have mistaken me for your idiot of a brother.” Corlys hisses back.

I think about his response. Though Corlys is an ambitious man he wouldn't outright put his children, especially his daughter in harms way. And though I hate to think it, my brother would put his daughter in harms way unknowingly just to please some lord or two. Which leads to the question of why he invited these Invalides in the first place. 

“Then why, why invite them if you don't want them in reach of your little girl?” I ask calmer now. 

“I am a sailor Daemon, I make trades with men you wouldn't believe. And at times to keep good relations I must let them into my home. I must let them celebrate and see all that Driftmark has to offer. Why do you think I have so many guards in that room? It isn't to show wealth, it is to show those men whether from Essos or Westeros that the women and children are safe and not to be harmed. I have taken each and every precaution I can.” He responds with a look of defeat. 

It is this moment that I realize why he told his wife to move the girls. That there were at least four guards ready to slit any mans throat. Rhaenys knew, and I wouldn't be surprised if Ottos wife does as well. Though I doubt Rhaenys would put that stress on Aemma, more than likely saying they would ruin their dresses or hair. This is the farthest Aemma has gotten in a pregnancy in quite some time. Rhaenys wouldn't risk it, so it's clear Aemma doesn't know. But what of my brother?

“I assume Rhaenys and possibly even the Florent knows. But what of my Brother and the Hand?” 

Corlys sighs before nodding. “My wife, the Hand and his wife know. Though I was trying to tell the King, but he kept acting like I was a fool. The Queen doesn't know, Rhaenys refuses to put undue stress on her unless completely necessary. She has put it upon herself to look after our children and the Princess.” 

I sigh before turning around and walking back to the Great Hall. “Then let us get back, the more looking out for those girls the better.” 

I hear him chuckle before he falls into step with me. “Yes I completely agree.”

When we enter I see my brother down another glass of wine, and if the scent that permeates from him is any indicator he has been enjoying that disgusting Lannister honey wine. 

“I think you've had enough brother, perhaps some water.” I say snatching the glass from him when he turns to fill it once more. 

Of course when I come back to this party the first thing I have to deal with is my brother. He's King and yet it feels like taking care of a toddler at times. I think when he goes to argue but not giving him the chance when I hand him a chalice of cool lemon water. 

“Drink, do not make a fool of our house let alone the realm more than you have.” I say, eyeing his red cheeks and droopy eyes. 

He grumbles before taking a gulp of water, I only leave when I know the glass is empty and he fills it with lemon water once more. 

I turn and see the girls giggling at the high table. I don't think they realize what they are showing just by being friends. The King's daughter, the Hands daughter, and the greatest sailor in history's daughter are all friends. They are showing to any lord in this room who thought otherwise, that the council is a united front. That the three strongest and most influential men in the seven Kingdoms are united. But no, these girls only know they are getting to play cards with their best friends.

I look at her gift pile and see many swords, bottles of wine, books, though I would guess they are far from fairytales and more likely to be philosophy or history books. There is a trinket or two that a little girl like herself would enjoy. Some dresses that are obviously too small or too big or down right horrendous to look at. And finally one piece of jewelry, a simple gold necklace with a seven pointed star. 

It brings me pride to know I got her things she would actually enjoy. And I'm thankful that Rhaenyra demanded to pick a gift for her, I believe she got her a wooden whale trinket for her fireplace. And from what my niece said the Hightower girl got her a set of pearl earrings. Both simple and lovely gifts for their friend. 

But I know mine is better. 

I'm snapped back to the present when I hear Corlys voice resound through the room. He's holding Laena in his arms and from the way she beers with joy it's hard not to smile. 

“I wish to thank you all for coming, I must admit I don't like my little girl being so close to those double digits. But I also must say thank you, for showing me so much joy in all the simple moments. Here's to my daughter, Laena, happy nameday.” He says before kissing her cheek making her giggle. 

The room erupts in applause, I can see some of the men with daughters nodding with his words. Some even exclaim with a ‘here, here!’. I know each and everyone of them wished for a son, and yet it seems it is their daughter's that hold their hearts. 

It is now that her gifts are brought to her, or I suppose her father's gifts. I move to my cousin's side as she watches her husband and daughter open each gift or at least hold it up and say thank you to the respecting lord. 

“Most of the unsavory men have left, it seems they came for the good wine and gossip.” I say which seems to relax her if only a bit. 

“Good, and that is usually how it goes. They feast and jest but as soon as the speech is done they are gone like that.” She says with a snap of her fingers. 

“Why did so many come for her nameday? I mean no disrespect but she is a–” I start when my raven haired cousin interrupts.

“A daughter? Yes, well you need to remember something. My husband may be those lords or whatever they call themselves, only way to communicate with the Seven Kingdoms. If keeping that line of communication means coming to a little girl nameday party, then they will do it. For there is nothing men desire more than war, sex, and gold.” 

I can't help but chuckle at her words. Rhaenys has always been straight to the point, Grandmother said it was the Baratheon in her. But I think it's just Rhaenys nature.

“Yes, well I suppose that is how your husband can afford to down your daughter in priceless jewels from head to toe?”

Rhaenys turns to look at me, I always feel a cold chill when I look in her eyes. They are so vibrantly purple, not lilac, periwinkle, lavender, or even violet, they are purple in its most purest form. It is unsettling to look at to say the least. 

“My husband has worked for every piece of gold in our coffers. What can you say about yours?” And with that she walks away toward Aemma who seems to have found a seat by the beverage table. 

I decide instead of dwelling on her jabe I would give the nameday girl her gifts. 

“Happy nameday, Laena.” I make sure to emphasize her name which brings a smile to her face and shows her dimpled cheeks. 

“Thank you, Prince Daemon.” She says looking at my hands and then her dwindling pile of gifts. “Which is yours? If you wish for me to open it?” She asks with a frown when all she sees are wine bottles and books. 

I reach into my jerkin pocket holding out my enclosed fist. She quickly holds her hands under mine waiting for whatever I am about to give her to drop.

I smirk when I let it drop and her little hands try to catch only to find a necklace dangling from my fingers.  

It's a golden necklace with small diamonds along the chain but what catches her attention is the pink diamond in the middle. 

“It's Brightfyre!” She exclaims touching the meticulously carved link diamond. There was at least three that cracked or broke in the craving process, but I made the jewler try again each time. It had to be perfect, it had to look like her mount, no simple jewel would do. 

“I love it, thank you!” She exclaims jumping into my arms and hugging me tight. I never would have thought this frail little thing would be so strong though I suppose she needs to be to ride that pink beast of hers. 

“You're welcome, Laena.” I say as I stroke her hair. I notice how Corlys eyes the necklace, and then looks at me. I know he knows I paid a hefty amount for this necklace, but maybe when I break her heart this will make it a bit easier. 

How wrong I was, for I would soon realize the next time I saw her, I had no chance of breaking her heart, but she had all the power to break mine.

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[sgiandubh]

Bcac and gotraveltheworldluv are stalkers and so defensive if you doubt them. The shenanigans are getting too old and predictable. I’m not even a shipper and I think something is wrong.  it just doesn’t make sense. These fake dates are really strange. I mean it’s just not normal so it is questionable. The credibility is not there and these other bloggers are just a bunch of strange women.  I actually believe he has a relationship more with his costar then any of these fake dates it just seems so forced  and on public display. If it was real, why innuendos and why post it knowing fans will seek out? I’m not talking about relationships I mean seriously how can he have been with six women in two months and made sure that everybody knew about it. I’ve come to the conclusion he’s definitely hiding something, I’m not sure what. Even being married secretly I know you guys don’t think he’s gay, but I definitely don’t think that he is with all of these women that he claims to be.  I don’t think you’ve had any girlfriends.

Dear Hiding Something Anon,

BCAC, who? As for the other Pearl of Great Price, well... religious hypocrisy at its finest, really. I wonder what her congregation would think about her dirty, dirty little secret. Online stalking all those women, even those remotely purported to have breathed around S, surely won't get her extra brownie points, or whatever they are called, back in her red neck of the woods.

Funny you are not a shipper, but still found a way to ask yourself all the right questions. According to the Anti Gospel, you are just one step shy of apostasy 😱.

Gay, he is not. That is a lazy theory based on next to nothing, spare a questionable blogger's speculations (and the 'evidence' singlehandedly fabricated on Wikipedia, long debunked by me) and Data Lounge's almost desperate merry go round of three inconclusive pics and my dog's aunt recollections (Lola's aunt probably hails from Carmarthen and I think she has an excellent pedigree, but that's just about it). Whoever came up with this bullshit has no real knowledge of the gay world's dynamics, either and probably a very superficial, second hand exposure to it.

Speculating he fornicated with a half dozen of women in less than three months (and under public, even obsessed, scrutiny) is borderline demented. Sure, he does not need the consent of the King for such leisure activities, but come on: do they hear themselves? From me to you, Anon - I know still waters run deep, but he never stroke me as the randy devil type. I've seen way worse, including in my own backyard (and you'd give Someone your first born to babysit, without even blinking - such a mistake).

So yes, he does hide something. Once you enter this rabbit hole and provided you take a long, critical look around, you're bound to discover many interesting bits and bobs that add up and paint a credible theory.

What do I think he hides? A love story of our times, Anon. With slammed doors, pillow talk, terms of endearment and deep feelings. And yes, your assumption is correct.

And gee, thanks for your words, too. Much appreciated - why be a hypocrite?

I also strive to be informative, Anon. You can seat by my side, at the back of the bus. This is where the most fun is happening and we even have the finest Gunpowder tea, freshly brewed.