#mostly because my brain also like to tell me that there are rules to life that Should Be Followed

[weirdocat83]

Both satisfying and frustrating when the brain decides “fuck comfort on the bed. I want Floor.” And decides to tell you in the vaguest way possible so after at least 2 hours you realize “oh. I’m uncomfortable” and then have to pinpoint what exactly you need to do to be comfortable

Somewhat related but being on the floor is peak. Idk why some people are so opposed to it. It’s weirdly grounding.

[shytastemakerthing]

Hey there! Maybe this is an odd request but I was wondering if you could do a list or maybe write a few characters of your choice on who would find piercings or body mods most attractive vs who wouldn't? For example I have my tongue and angel fangs done, dye my hair constantly, and I plan on getting a cherry blossom tattoo on my back. Would the Pomefiore house turn their nose at that?? Would it be against the rules at Heartslabyul? Or are there characters that you think would immediately crush on someone who looked like that? If not feel free to ignore, but I was just wondering if I could get your take on this!

A/N: The amount of ideas that I have for this should be criminal XD. But for the sake of not turning this into one massive essay, we'll just cover the basics for each boy. Enjoy!

TW: None

Note: Ortho is strictly PLATONIC

Riddle: He isn't completely against piercings or tattoos, but given how he was raised, his mother certainly beat it into his head that such things were not okay and destroyed one's body. He's been working on that a bit. Certainly would like the single lobe piercings the most, especially if they were rose or flower themed. Tattoos? Yeah, that will take much more getting used to.

Trey: Look at this man and tell me he isn't into that. All he asks is that you take proper care of them. Will absolutely go with you to choose out more. He isn't fully opposed to tattoos, he just doesn't like that caused you pain throughout. But seeing the after makes it worth it

Cater: More of a piercings guy. Absolutely gets you more, whether it be from deals he gets, from his sisters, or he was scrolling and saw an add. Wants all the pictures. Not a fan of tattoos surprisingly. Would be more into the temporary ones or even henna

Ace: Heavily into both. Man looks at you and is fighting the heart eyes. There's just something so attractive about them that tickles his brain just right. If you were to get some kind of a small heart tattoo somewhere, much like the drawing he has under his eye, the ego boost would be insane.

Deuce: Slightly more into tattoos than the piercings. It's a serious thing, permanent in many cases, and it's a long and sometimes painful process. He admires the dedication. Often traces any that you have and 100% goes with you if you want to get another one

Leona: The man has a tattoo. Certainly more of a tattoo guy. Not to say he doesn't like piercings, he just feels like they would easily get in the way or pulled that makes them a bother. Now, tattoos? You're speaking his language. The moment you mention you want a new one, he's taking you to where he has gotten his, only the best is what you get, willing to spend as much as needed. After all, if you want a good tattoo, you must be willing to pay. 1000% find tattoos attractive

Ruggie: Not the biggest on either tbh. Mostly because they cost so much money and as someone who grew up not having much of it, would rather keep what he has than spend it on these.

Jack: Not a tattoo guy. Piercings are hot or miss for him. Depends on what they are and where. He loves seeing little moon or wolf earrings on you, something simple

Azul: Honestly, more of a tattoo guy. The permanence of them is what gets him. Being 100% positive that you want thing on your body for the rest of your life. Absolute game over if you get anything octopus related, he's ascended then and there. Man is so red, stumbling over his words, his brain shuts down. Absolutely traces it whenever it's just the two of you... yes, it has sometimes led to more.. heated moments

Jade: Absolutely a piercings guy. Doesn't matter where, he loves them and if you happen to get a set of moray eel ones or mushrooms for the ears, no one knows where both of you vanished too. Finds them more attractive than he would like to admit. Also goes with you if you want more

Floyd: It's about 50/50 for him, he likes both, leans more towards tattoos, though. Another tracer. Kisses them all of the time, gives little nibbles..... you got one of a moray (where is up to you), he's never been more attracted to you than in this moment. Also, no one knows where you guys went after that... he just wants... further examination

Kalim: Honestly a tattoo guy. Another who will fund when you want more. What you want, you get, and can honestly go a bit overboard, but he just wants to make sure you are happy with what you have! Has more wholesome intentions than the rest when he traces them

Jamil: Not the biggest fan of either. More of a henna tattoo guy if you want them. Will absolutely do them himself, the man is a natural. Plus, it's an intimate moment for the both of you and he enjoys the atmosphere

Vil: Surprisingly a piercing guy. He finds them attractive on you, especially when you pair them well with whatever you are wearing for the day. He can't explain it, but there is just something about a lip piercing that draws him in. His eyes are often drawn to your lips as it is anyways, the piercing isn't helping. If you have a tattoo somewhere hidden, that only he gets to see (may not be the biggest fan of them but knowing he is the only one to ever see it sends this man on a trip), sends a shudder down his spine

Rook: VERY much into both. Both send his brain in a million different directions. Traces them, kisses them, helps you change the piercings. intentions are not always the most pure, but that's the fun of it. Takes you for more, even recommends more bold piercings and offers options for tattoos

Epel: Piercing guy. More so, he just likes them. Likes how they look or would shine. Just more of a pleasant thing he likes to see. Gets you little apple studs to put in your ears.

Idia: Honestly? He leans either way.But anything that relates to his interests or pomegranates (if you know, you know), and the man is a goner. Hair is entirely pink as he tries to avert his gaze. Funds more for you all of the time, he has the money for it and he loves to spoil you. Absolutely traces tattoos while you are asleep. If you're awake? Will absolutely lead to heated moments

Ortho: Helps you make sure that new tattoos and piercings are kept nice and clean! We can't have you getting any infections. He doesn't want anything happening to his best friend, after all! If you are looking for something new for your piercings, will have the best shops available with the best metals to use.

Malleus: Surprisingly, a tattoo guy. If you get a dragon, he is gone.... and so are you. Congrats, you're married now. Just the thought that you are willing to sit there for hours under a needle piercing your skin brings a new sort of admiration. Starts with pure intentions, but instincts get the best of him

Lilia: Piercing guy all the way, he loves them. Recommends all different types and styles. Bats are the most common that he finds for you. Intentions are nowhere near being pure most of the time, knowing him. Especially with a lip or tongue piercing, kisses you all of the time

Silver: Surprisingly big into both of them. Again, it's the permanence of them, something that he loves. Like Epel, just enjoys the meaning they may have and how they would look on you.

Sebek: HEAR ME OUT! Big on both of them all of the way, especially piercings. Again, some of it is a dedication thing for him, but there is just something about a tongue piercing that riles him up a bit, most because the way that it feels during more intimate moments that you would both have with one another. Tattoos are a dedication that he admires all the way. You have one croc related and he is a goner

Have a wonderful day/night!

[awkward-tension-art]

Clones as expectant fathers

I am an actual nero-cancer researcher. I have a job and a degree. And my ADHD brain saw sad military men and went “I want that one”

Clones: Rex, Wolffe, Fox, Cody and Fives

CW: pregnancy, the clones all have a ‘secret’ SO, They are expecting a baby, A little angsty with Fox, there's slight mentions of smut with Fives (if you squint), swearing, this is just supposed to be a good time, its not reader insert

Minors do not interact!

Rex

Terrified. Also overjoyed. But mostly terrified. 

He’s a soldier. Captain of the 501st, the most….adventurous of the GAR. His chances of dying on the battlefield and leaving his SO behind are higher than the average clone

And now he may leave behind his child? His kid may grow up without a father

He gets nervous. Anxious and antsy, and it's very VERY easy for Anakin to figure out Rex isn’t entire OK

Rex doesn’t even need to tell Anakin.

Skywalker takes one look at him and just KNOWS.

“Congrats, Rex.” “...on what, sir?” “If it's a boy, name him after me.” “WHAT!?”

Ahsoka needs to be told and she’s more excited than Rex when she finds out. 

“Come on Rex! Name them after me! The republic needs an Ahsoka jr!” “And if the baby is a boy?” “Don’t name them after skyguy, please!”

Most of the 501st don't know. Too many people knowing raises the chance of less accepting individuals knowing. And if that happens, Rex, his SO and his baby may be in danger.

It’s forbidden for the clones to have SO’s, not to mention babies. It could end with Rex being decommissioned or reconditioned if it was found out he had both

Rex will visit and help as much as he can every chance he gets. He feels terrible for leaving his SO for long stretches of time during the pregnancy. 

He WANTS to be there…he just can’t. Not while the war was going on

Despite his terror, Rex is…overjoyed

He didn’t think children were possible for him. He knew it could happen, but he didn’t think HE would ever know this happiness

The first time he feels his baby move in his SO, he’d get this sweetest smile on his face. He’ll kiss the baby bump and just murmur words of love in mando’a

He falls head-over-heels in love all over again

As the due date approaches, Anakin asks an important question

“Captain, I need to know when your baby might be born.” “...why, sir?” “Because I need to know when to take extended leave.”

Anakin tells Padme, and she is beyond sweet. Even visits Rex’s SO and the two have a wonderful friendship

All in all, Rex is both excited and anxious. But having so much support from Anakin, Ahsoka and Padme (and his other brothers who find out much later) helps him a lot

Wolffe

More relaxed. And by relaxed I mean he hides his anxiety better. And it doesn’t exactly hit him as hard

Partly because Plo Koon and the entire Wolfpack knows about his relationship already. 

So you bet your ass the pack celebrates when Wolffe tells them he's going to be a father

Plo Koon especially is excited

“How wonderful, new life being born during times of war” “I’m not naming my child after you, general Plo.” “Nonsense! The child will be a girl.”

During battle, Wolffe finds himself being protected by his brothers and General a tad more

At first he writes it off as a coincidence, but then Boost lets slip during a battle “You gotta get back to your little one!”

He gives his men a bit of a lecture. He’s not incapable of fighting or defending himself. He thinks the message gets across but Plo chimes in with, “Ah yes, the stern words of a father already!”

Wolffe would probably see his SO more frequently than Rex. Just because Plo would more than likely spend more time on Coruscant.

He’s definitely protective. As in, waking up in the middle of the night to check all the windows, protective. Keeping an arm around his SO, protective. Every symptom or sign of discomfort he calls a medical droid, protective.

He’s not stupid, he is well aware that by having an SO and a child on the way he's in violation of several rules. All of which, when broken, would have him decommissioned

But dammit, he's not letting that happen. Wolffe will be there for his SO and his baby, no matter what

Since he’s able to spend more time with his SO, he’s there to feel the first movements of his baby.

It sort of causes him to short-circuit for a second. It hits him that yes, this is a life that he and his SO both created. Out of love.

Wolffe makes a swear that he’s going to protect his baby at all costs

Grandpa Plo does as well, but the Wolfpack doesn’t know that

Fox (kinda angst)

First of all congratulations to the SO for actually managing to be Fox’s SO

They got to be something special for the head of Palpatine’s personal guard to break rules and regulations and find himself an SO

Speaking of Palpatine, congratulations to Fox! Your SO is now in even more danger!

No, seriously. Palpatine knows before Fox. No one knows how, but he knows.

And he absolutely will use Fox’s SO as leverage to keep him under control

And Fox knows this, so he behaves. More so than usual.

He’s not blind. Hes fiercely loyal to the republic, but one step out of line and the (very few) things he cares about will be killed

Which…is why Fox may come across as cold or uninterested when his SO informs him of their pregnancy

A part of him is terrified, he just won’t show it

He’s not going to be more affectionate or anything. He actually acts pretty normal. Which is standoffish.

Despite his…demeanor, he actually manages to be present for the entirety of the pregnancy. It helps being a Coruscant guard, which means he’s more present than all the other clones.

He’s not moving mountains or anything, but he’ll get snacks in the middle of the night in case of cravings

No one else knows about Fox and his SO. not even his own men. He refuses to tell anyone. 

Its for his SO’s protection

But Palpatine, the sick fuck, slips some words to get Fox’s nerves into overdrive

“This war is taking such a toll. So many dead children…so many grief stricken parents” “Sir?” “Oh nothing. Just stating the fact that the loss of an innocent life, such as…a baby, is always a tragedy. Wouldn’t you agree, commander?”

He found himself walking home a bit faster that day and hugs his SO a little tighter that night

Fox cares, in his own way. He’s just beyond stressed and anxious. But you wouldn’t know. He hides it behind a mask. 

It's actually Padme that finds out. And she feels somewhat bad for Fox. She thinks his anxiety comes from the fact that clones aren't allowed SO’s or children

Which, it is, but theres the added threat of fucking Palpatine.

She ends up getting him to tell her the truth and she swears to secrecy. Even offers to hire his SO as some sort of assistant, if only so Fox can be closer to his SO

Hear me out, he actually breaks down when he feels the baby move. He can’t fully handle it anymore and shuts down. 

This is a baby. His baby. They're alive and already so loved.

Something in him clicks and he accepts Padme’s help. 

His terror gets easier, ever so slightly. But he keeps his collected and calm front.

Cody

“General Kenobi-” “Ah! Commander Cody! Congratulations!”

goddamnit.exe

Cody is a tad more relaxed than Rex, but more tense than Wolffe

He knows Kenobi isn’t going to punish him or force him back to Kamino for decommissioning, he’s still a little on guard.

But, since Kenobi knows, Anakin does. So does Ahsoka. Which means Rex knows.

goddamnit2.exe

More people in the 501st know than in the 212th which gives him the biggest headache

Waxer knows though. Cody had to tell someone that wasn’t a sarcastic general

He does a good job hiding his worry though

Cody is able to spend about the same amount of time as Rex with his SO

He doesn’t feel as bad as Rex when it comes to the lack of presence he has during the pregnancy

It's war. It sucks and he’d prefer to be there for his SO, but he’d also prefer SO and child have freedom from the separatists

I will say, he is pretty attentive when he isn’t off in space.

Foot rubs, shoulders massages, helping with cravings

One thing Cody does is that he’ll wrap his arms under his SO’s baby bump and lift it slightly, giving his SO’s back some relief

He really loves to do this because his SO just melts

Hear me out, Cody gets giggly when he feels the baby move/kick the first time

His palm is on the bump and he feels that first little flutter against his hand

404 Commander Cody has his amygdala broken from joy. Reboot?

He’ll actually tell Kenobi about it because he’s so happy.

“That's wonderful Cody, but I still question one thing.” “What is it, sir?” “How you managed to get laid to begin with.”

Goddamnit3.exe

Fives

“Hey everyone! I’m gonna be a dad!”

Ecstatic is not a strong enough word

Also not subtle at all

There is a solid 3 hours until everyone in the 501st knows

He’s told Echo before the first hour. Rex knew within 2 hours.

Fives is BEYOND over the moon

He gets this small smile on his face that just doesn’t go away

Whenever he’s not with his SO, he definitely calls them every day. He wants updates on the little one

Also, seeing his SO with a baby bump? Unlocks something inside his brain.

Fives is incredibly horny when he’s with his SO. He’ll be rubbing their middle and getting a puppy dog look in his eye.

Only if his SO is in the mood of course! He’d never try and be forceful

He’s probably the clone that takes the distance the hardest. He debates taking a ship and making a run for Coruscant on more than one occasion.

In the end he settles to ask Anakin for extended leave.

Anakin is also extremely happy for Fives. Like with Rex, he makes a “name the baby after me” joke

Fives brings that up to his SO and nearly gets smacked. He also makes a “Fives jr.” joke and actually does get smacked.

When Fives feels the baby kick, he gets high on happiness. Actual mumbling incoherent words of love and affection in Mando’a

Lots and lots of “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

He also gets very VERY affectionate with his SO

Kisses his SO’s face a lot. Even as a greeting, he’ll just start peppering their cheeks with pecks

Also probably the only one ballsy enough to ASK his general for extended leave

“Excuse me, general Skywalker? I’ll need to take leave at this date.” “Oh, yea sure. You know what? That seems like a good time for all the men to take a break. Thanks, Fives.”

He’s also probably the only one ballsy enough to actually take his new born baby onto a fucking battleship to introduce everyone.

“This is your uncle Rex. This is your uncle Echo and your uncle Tup. That's your auntie Ahsoka!” “Fives what the FUCK are you doing?!” “Introducing the family, captain.”

[kowbelll]

Rules on request??

Can you do one where Stiles finds out his girlfriend has a chronic illness like lupus or something and he adjust his life to be there every step for her. Even the time in the hospital he stays and sleeps in the bed with her holding her. He always seemed like he would be the golden retriever type 🩷 and she doesn’t or does know about the pack you choose

This is literally the sweetest request ever and so on brand for him! I decided to "give" her something else because I don't know anything about lupus. I am definitely not a medical expert of any kind and I do not claim to be, but I have a couple family members who have the chronic illness I chose, so I am slightly familiar with it. Everyone should always do their own research though! What I wrote mostly focuses on the events before finding out, but I can continue this and go into more detail on what happens afterwards if people would like me to. Also, I apologize, but the last third, give or take is kind of rushed. I hope you like it though! Thank you for the request!

Also, I will take any request with a grain of salt and tweak things if I need or want to. But I'm open to anything!

Battle Together

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His heart was racing and falling at the same time. There was no way this was actually happening, right? Not to her.  

His hands shook as he gripped his phone to his ear. Focusing on Scott’s voice was getting increasingly more difficult as he tried not to spiral. Why didn’t her dad tell him? Why wasn’t he with her right then, holding her hand and sweeping away her worries. Shit, he was so worried, and Scott clearly didn’t know all of what was actually going on.  

“Scott, wait, what are you saying?”  

“She’s here. In the hospital. All my mom told me was that she passed out and now they’re doing brain scans.” His friend was plainly shaken up too. 

Brain scans? Stiles felt sick. Everything he witnessed his mother go through when he was a little boy crashed into him all over again. What if this was the same thing? What if she had what his mom had? What if- 

“I’m on my way.” 

Stiles broke nearly every traffic law in existence as he raced to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, to his beloved girlfriend. He needed to get there as fast as possible; he needed to know what was going on. He absolutely despised being out of the loop. 

Frantically sprinting into the building and nearly running into not one, but two nurses who were going home for the night, he arrived at the front desk. But where the hell was Melissa? 

His feet almost left the floor when the sweet voice broke through his rapid breathing, saying, “Oh good, you’re here. Come with me.” 

Stiles turned to look at the curly-haired, soft-eyed woman. He couldn’t help that his voice trembled as soon as he opened his mouth. “What’s going on? Is she ok? Did something happen to her? Have they found anything yet? Why did-” 

“Stiles.” Melissa placed her aged hands on his shoulders in an attempt to ground him. “Breathe. Everything’s going to be fine. She’s going to be fine.” 

“Do you really know that...?” he asked hesitantly. 

She paused for a moment, understandably. There was no way to know anything for sure. Not yet, at least. 

“Let’s just go see her for now, ok?” 

He nodded and let her guide him to his girlfriend’s room. As they walked, Ms. McCall told him everything she knew. She explained that the poor girl had passed out in the kitchen while helping her dad prepare dinner, banging her head on the corner of the granite countertop and burning her forearm with spilled gravy in the process. Her father practically carried her to the car as soon as she hazily woke up and brought her in to the hospital. Her second-degree burn was cleaned and treated before the doctor decided to check for a concussion. Hearing the true explanation for the CT scan relatively eased Stiles’ nerves, but there was still so much to decipher. He needed to see her, preferably immediately. 

They reached the door of the room she was checked into when they moved her from the ER. However, Melissa did not reach for the handle, causing Stiles to give her a look of curiosity. 

“Stiles,” she started, exhaling a deep breath, “I want you to be prepared for whatever this is.” 

His curiosity deepened and twisted as the spires of concern within him sharpened and stood taller. “Wha- what does that mean?” 

“It means that, sometimes, something as small as passing out isn’t always as small as it seems...”  

The woman’s eyes were filled with a specific type of pain, one that Stiles was familiar with, but hadn’t seen in her for years. Since he was so young when his mother was sick, he never truly realized how much agony Melissa experienced as she watched a dear friend (and that friend’s family) of hers suffer. It brought her a horrible aching sensation to see the damage a singular disease could inflict on three good, genuine people, and not be able to do something significant to help. That was her job – to help. But there was really nothing she or anyone was capable of to improve the situation.  

Stiles swallowed in a faulty attempt to soothe his suddenly dry throat. He simply nodded, and in return, the sweet nurse gave him an empathetic smile. Of course, she didn’t want to scare him with what she said, but she had given bad news too many times that week. 

“Are you ready?” 

He sighed, trying to take her advice and finding it incredibly arduous. “Yeah, I think so.” 

As they quietly entered, Stiles’ eyes softened upon seeing the girl who stole his heart sitting up on the hospital bed. She looked incredibly tired, but watching her mouth curve upwards when her gaze met his made him feel like the luckiest man alive. Not because of the situation, obviously, but because that cute little smile was for him.  

“Hey, stranger.” Her raspy voice was surprisingly gleeful, all things considered. Perhaps Stiles just had that effect on her. 

“Hey,” he chuckled. “You feeling ok?” 

She simply shrugged and glanced at her father who was standing next to the bed.  

Begrudgingly, the man cleared his throat and excused himself from the room.  He supposed that giving the lovebirds no more than a couple minutes wouldn’t result in an utter catastrophe, even when Stiles is one of the pair in question, who hastily sat down on the edge of the bed as soon as the door clicked closed.  

“Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need me to get you anything? What can I do?” He took her hands into his. 

Her smile grew as she saw the love and devotion he had for her, not to mention the worry. She didn’t want him to stress himself out, but she had to admit that those wide eyes were adorable.  

“I’m fine, I swear. Just... stay with me for a while?” she said, her voice turning bashful. 

“Absolutely. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Got that?” His hands squeezed hers as he leaned forward. 

“Yeah,” she nodded, her face approaching his, “I got that.” 

As if he had a sixth sense for his daughter’s desires, the man swiftly entered the room again, causing both of the teens’ head to lurch backwards. Stiles tried to be sly as he slowly and awkwardly pulled his hands away and stood from the bed, backing away cautiously. A doctor stood in the doorway, along with Melissa. 

“Dr. Vandenberg wants to run a few more tests while we wait for the CT scan results, just in case it’s not a concussion.” Her father began pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I have some things I need to do for work, but I’ll be back in the morning, alright? Is that ok with you?’  

The information that was sprung on her felt like a spear piercing her spine and sending a poison of anxiety rushing through her bloodstream. All she could do was nod. There was no other option, anyway.  

He nodded back at her before his eyes locked onto Stiles. “You’re staying with her.” 

It was more of a command than anything, but the boy would never object to that regardless of whose mouth those words left.  

“Yes, sir.”  

Stiles was by her side for as many tests as he was permitted. He could tell that this was more frightening for her than she was divulging; it was harrowing. Therefore, he desperately desired to bring her some semblance of comfort. And he succeeded, to a degree. 

Afterwards, their time together was briefly ceased while he picked up the closest thing to a couple of “real” burgers Beacon Hills could provide. They contentedly ate their late dinner together, squished against one another once she made room for him next to her. He kissed away the condiment that was smeared on the corner of her mouth, making her giggle.  

Additionally, he held her close and kept his eyes glued to her form, making sure she was snuggly falling asleep without interruption. Without realizing it, he, too, was swept away into a slumber. Their trepidations momentarily fizzled and were replaced by fantasy-filled dreams, and morning rolled in fast. 

When her father returned, the doctor explained the various test results they received. Stiles’ girlfriend was officially diagnosed with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS), a chronic illness which frequently inflicts dizziness and fainting due to a lower blood volume returning to the heart. It can be managed with an increased intake of salt and water, but will be part of her for the rest of her life.  

Stiles felt a surge of anger at the news – there was nothing he could do to make this nuisance of a disease go away and his girlfriend did nothing to deserve it. However, he swore to himself that he would stay by her side, hold her hand, and keep her safe whenever her body got the best of her.  

He kept his promise throughout the rest of school, their engagement after he proposed, and their marriage. He did whatever he could to help, whether necessary or not. He always went the extra mile for her, even though it wasn’t an illness that would debilitate her from living her life. However, it was definitely inconvenient and dangerous at times. 

There was an instance in which she passed out while driving on the freeway, leaving her car to drift into the guard rails. Thankfully, there was very little traffic, so no one else got hurt. However, she was back in the hospital with a few minor injuries and her husband (for every minute of the stay).  

This battle was never fought alone, and Stiles had a unique talent for making her feel cared for without any semblance of being coddled. He knew how admirably strong she was and exactly when she needed him to step in and hold her. POTS would not break her, nor their bond.  

[vampcubus]

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: it’s my love language ok. just needed to get this out of my system. also no gifs cus i'm sleepy...

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒!┊eren, levi, connie, reiner, and bertholdt.

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!┊mostly sfw but suggestive hehe.

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— HE UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT, down to tussle anytime I promise you. Just make sure you’re ready for the smoke because he will not be going easy on you, he wants to WIN.

— The most likely to get a little too rough with it and one or both of you gets genuinely hurt 💀

— Something about play fighting flicks a switch in his brain and makes him feel like a kid again. Can’t help but laugh because hey this is so much fun.

— Eren is actually more likely to initiate and gets upset if you’re not as into it as him like, “Babe fight back :(((“

— Best way to win against him if you aren’t as physically able is to distract him! Nip at his ear, dig your fingers into his side to tickle him, press a kiss to his neck as you lunge for him. Makes him short circuit, all of a sudden he doesn’t wanna fight anymore 😳

— Henceforth why 9/10 times your roughhousing turns into you making out or something else.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— Finds it annoying, naturally. But if you pester him enough he’ll give in and indulge you. He expects you to get bored after pinning you several times, but when you keep coming back for more he gets really into it. All of a sudden his pupils are all big and he’s fighting more enthusiastically.

— Play fighting brings out his inner child tbh. I doubt you can overpower his insane ackerman strength, but you can outmaneuver him if you really try. The look on his face when you finally flip him onto his back is worth the struggle. Grey eyes wide and the slightest of blushes adorning his pale cheeks.

“Ha! I finally got you!” you pant triumphantly, practically heaving from the effort it took to pin him.

“Yeah you got me. Now get off, you’re heavy.” he can’t even look at you, the image of you atop him is doing things to him he isn’t ready to confront.

— Learns to love roughhousing with you in time. It’s a nice way to burn off any restlessness before you wind down for bed.

— Don’t expect to win very often, and if you do give him plenty of kisses to soften the blow. He’s incredibly ticklish and you can abuse this fatal flaw to get the upper hand, he gets all squirmy and is more focused on wiggling away than fighting you between the wheezes being forced out of him.

— Sometimes he’s simply too exhausted to play to which you can usually tell and wrap him up in your arms to cuddle instead.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

— LOVES TO PLAY FIGHT!! In fact he’s usually the one that initiates! Hope you’re watching your six cus he could attack at any time, you’ll just be minding your own business and suddenly he’s pouncing on you from behind.

— Beware!! He does not play fair! Will pull out all the stops: tickling, smooching, pinching, BITING. He’s feral istg 😭 Pulls you back by the shirt when you scramble away, rests his whole weight on you to keep you immobile, will even pretend like you hurt him to get you to lower your guard so he can strike back.

“Connie ow! Did you just??? Did you just bite me?!”

“You didn’t say it was against the rules 🤨”

— Connie is overall a very affectionate partner, and I feel like he interprets your desire to roughhouse as wanting to be close to him. Another way to say “I love you and want to be around you.”

— It’s all too easy to get distracted by his grinning lips while you’re fighting for the upper hand, so there will be many kisses exchanged in between. And more often than not you forget about fighting all together, too busy sharing spit to care about throwing the other around.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— His hearts in the right place… maybe a bit too much so because he can’t for the life of him loosen up enough to actually put up much of a fight against you. He’s too afraid he’ll accidentally hurt you for real and that wouldn’t be any fun at all :(((

— has too much anxiety to really enjoy it at first, but after a few rounds of you looking a little too smug? Talking all that smack? Well now he’s got to challenge you, just to see what you look like when you’ve been beat. He expects you to pout after he’s successfully trapped you beneath his body, but you can’t stop giggling because what you wanted from the beginning.

— Learns to love it because you get so into it, full on tackling him to the ground when he lets his guard down. He just likes to see you happy tbh, and if a little roughhousing is what makes you smile that big you can bet he’ll indulge you whenever you want.

— Likes it especially when you get Gabi in on it and coordinate combo sneak attacks when he’s none the wiser. The two most important people in his life giggling and squealing as he tosses them around? He can die happy.

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— He’s not the best at it, he mostly pretends to fight back while you maneuver him into various joint holds. He’s a gentle giant really, he’ll just let you pin him and look up at you with sleepy eyes as you pout because he’s not really trying.

— Doesn’t help that he very much likes to be pinned down by you and oftentimes his body reacts to you, turning your one-sided play fight into something less wholesome.

— Falls asleep on you a lot because you’re pressed so close, and you’re so soft and warm and… snore. You can tell when he’s had enough of your wrestling because he just rests his whole weight on you so you can’t move (the only time he ever really wins) you can’t help but sigh and accept defeat, opting to run your fingers through his hair while he snuggles into your chest instead.

— probably fights you more in his goddamn sleep than awake with all that moving around he does 💀

“You bored yet?” he chuckles as you’re perched on his thighs, hands barely pushing back against his.

“You’re no fun, Bertie,” you sigh, leaning forward til you fall on top of him. His arms wrap around you immediately, large hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as you relax against him.

“Sorry, I just get all soft around you I guess. I don’t even think of defending myself.” he yawns, eyelids drooping as your comforting body weight starts to lull him to sleep. “Not like I’d win anyways, you’re stronger than me.”

“Not trueeeee, you just won’t try. But it’s ok, I like seeing you beneath me.”

He chokes at that, suddenly wide awake.

[thatonefanficwriternooneknows]

Corrie Week Day 7: FOX DAY!

And with this I have completed my first ever FULL fandom week thing! (I always end up forgetting to do day 7 lol) and while none of it is particularly long, I'm still proud of me!

Once again writing this at work because why not get paid to write fanfiction?

Here we go!

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The thing about Coruscant that the GAR didn't know was that it wasn't worth protecting. That the down on their luck people were stepped on by those with money and power, and that the people with money and power could do whatever they wanted and get away with it.

It wasn't fair but nothing in life was.

So Fox did the only thing he could do.

Shrugged and moved on.

There was better osik for him to worry about than natborns and their arbitrary rules of class and other such rot. Fox had shinies to take care of and troopers to train, he didn't have any time or energy to spare in wondering about the strange things natborns do.

Didn't stop the Corries from collecting gossip like a trash chute collected waste.

"Senator Drahish definitely has a few side arms, none of the beings that came over to xir rooms last night were xir spouse and they all stayed until relief at 0600!"

"I'm positive Senator Binks only exists to make us question Nabooian citizen's sanity."

"Last week Senator Ishtasi met up with a Jetii and they totally kriffed in the alley. Smelled awful but whatever rattles your shell, am I right?"

"General Kenobi is clearly in love with his Commander, and the Commander is blind as haran and doesn't notice because we all know Commander Fox got all of the brain cells out of that batch."

"At least it's better than Commander Fox knowing Vos is bucket over boots for him and using his privileges to get whatever the Commander needs or wants."

Fox glared at the two discussing that last bit of gossip, but the idiots just smiled cheekily back at him. Unfortunately, his Corries were well aware of his fondness for all of them. Even if none of them necessarily knew that Fox wasn't manipulating Vos so much as he's letting his partner do nice things for him.

He'd never live that down.

So he let the two off with just a wave of his hand and leaned back in his ever so comfy desk chair said Jedi acquired for him. No he will NOT be asking where it came from.

For once he was doing as Hex ordered, and taking a much needed break from the never ending stream of datawork.

(Mostly because Hex had Codex install cams in Fox's office that live streamed to the medbay. His CMO would absolutely notice if he wasn't taking the mandatory breaks and resting his eyes and hands for some kriffing reason.

It was also the unfortunate reason Fox had had to cancel his much desired visit from Quinlan because there was no way in haran Fox was going to let Hex see him and his Jedi kriffing.

That was too much power for one vod to hold.)

His peace last a whole five minutes (a record) when there was a commotion in the hallway right outside his door.

Fox sighed.

Hopefully it would be something important enough that Hex wouldn't get on his shebs about ending his break early.

There was barely enough time for Fox to put his feet down on the floor before the door to his office was slamming open (how in the Force? They were SLIDING doors?!).

It was a GAR trooper in royal blue.

What the heck was one of Rex's idiots doing in Corrie Command?

Thire, Stone, and Thorn all clamored in right after the frontie, a few other guards crowding around in the doorway.

"I told you earlier, frontie, whatever you need to tell us can go through ME first!" Thorn huffed and tried to push his way between the GAR trooper and Fox with a puffed up chest.

The trooper just pushed Thorn aside, which cause his fellow Corrie to let out a hilarious squawking sound as he was knocked to the floor. (Thorn carried around a massive fire arm for fun, the Force was up with this trooper that they could just knock him aside??)

"Commander Fox?" The frontie slurred slightly, swaying a bit where he stood, so Fox decided to put him out of his misery.

"What can I do for you, trooper?"

"Are you actually Commander Fox? Because all of these Corries said that THEY were Commander Fox." The vod took off their bucket and glared. They did not look healthy.

The Aurebesh five on their temple the only thing not coated in sweat and other debris.

Interesting.

Fox settled back in his chair.

"Pretty sure that os'ika, Rex, told you exactly what my paint looked like, Fives. Now what do you want?"

It was a credit to Fives that he didn't startle at Fox knowing who the Force he was, but Fox was still withholding judgement considering the vod looked like he was on a bad spice trip.

Fives squinted at him then nodded quickly.

"Yeah, the Captain said you were, like, a super asshole."

Fox smirked. He did, in fact, have more asshole than most of his batch (barring Cody and Wolffe, who were definitely more asshole than he was).

"Anyway, the Chancellor is a Sith Lord and there are little microscopic chips inside of every vod with override codes that can make us do anything he wants us to, including murdering the Jedi including their tubies and cadets." Fives swayed where he stood, and Stone came up to steady him.

Fox hummed.

"Well?" Fives looked a little angry, but it was to be expected considering he was a frontie.

"Thorn."

"Sir." Thorn snapped to attention and saluted, recognizing Fox's voice for the Professional Shenanigans are Afoot tone that it was.

"You still have that slugthrower I'm not supposed to know about?"

"Yessir."

"Please go get it, I'm going to shoot the Chancellor."

"Yessir!"

The Corries departed with shouts of glee and a few exclamations of "finally!" following them.

Poor Fives just looked confused.

"That's it? I thought I'd have to be more persuasive than that..."

Fox shrugged.

"I've been looking for a way to murder that old man since I got on this skughole of a planet. This is better than the excuses we've been brainstorming."

"And if I'm wrong??" Fives furrowed his brows and looked to Stone like he was going to be of any help.

"Are you?"

"NO!"

"Then it's time to commit a murder. Let's go."

[sister-lucifer]

yo i want to see headcannons of any of the marble hornets or even ticci toby with a cottagecore fem s/o, how would they react with the way she styled herself? i mean.. they are a vicious ruthless monster and then here she is their s/o who is just love nature, 70s fashion, sweet and friendly like yk

Proxies with a cottagecore S/O 

Toby, Tim/Masky + Brian/Hoodie x Gender Neutral Reader (Separately) 

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons 

Content/Warnings: Toby’s section gets a bit suggestive because that’s how he is (small touches, staring, ogling, but it’s all light), a minuscule mention of blood, mostly fluff 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Toby

Oooohhhh this boy 

Keep in mind, he’s about 19, 20 

Those horny teenager hormones are still coursing through him, and they aren’t leaving any time soon 

Seeing you in such cute little clothes gets him a liiiiittle worked up, he just can’t help it! 

If you’re wearing pants, he’s eyeing you up when you walk away, 100% 

If you’re wearing a skirt, don’t be surprised if his hands wander up your thighs 

He’ll stop if you tell him to of course, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable! But if he knows he’s got the green light, you know what to expect 

He also loooooves that you love nature! He loves it too! 

Be prepared to pick all the leaves and sticks out of his hair when he comes back home after a long day/night 

And also wash the blood of off him (don’t be surprised if he asks you to join him in the shower) 

AND be prepared for him to bring back random bugs, frogs, and other small animals and try to convince you to let him keep them

(do not let him) 

He’ll definitely be bringing back random plants and berries to see if you can cook with them 

He’s really good at foraging, although he’d be significantly better if he could remember what’s edible and what’s not 

He’s got some brain damage and ADHD but he tries his best yk 

Just pat his head and tell him he’s done good 

He also may or may not sneak into your closet to try on your clothes every once in a while 

Masculine, feminine, androgynous, he doesn’t care! He likes your clothes! 

Overall he’s rather sweet, if a bit oblivious; you may have to teach him a few things, but he’ll learn for you! 

Tim/Masky

Tim grew up in an old farmhouse, he knows a lot about this sort of thing! 

In fact, your cottagecore aesthetic is borderline nostalgic for him, it really warms his heart in a way he’s waaaay too embarrassed to ever admit, even if he personally doesn’t partake in the lifestyle 

He’ll totally adjust fine to the cottagecore life 

He’s had his fair share of experience with cooking with whatever he can forage from the woods (and he actually knows what can and can’t be eaten), so he’s very helpful in the kitchen! 

He’s also a very skilled hunter, so he’s more than willing to bring back a fresh kill for you to cook 

He’ll skin it and do all the dirty work for you, that way your job is easy 

In return all you have to do cook him dinner while he’s in the shower washing off the smell, and he’ll be happy

He thinks your style is absolutely adorable, even if he won’t outright say it! 

That’s okay though, because you can see it in the way his eyes widen a bit when you come down the stairs all dressed up in the prettiest little outfit he could ever imagine 

He’ll pause and look down, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette before looking up and giving a brief compliment: 

“Lookin’ good, sweetheart.” 

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but you’ll learn to read him 

If you craft, please give him homemade gifts! 

Baskets, wreaths, flower arrangements, whatever little cottagecore trinket you can conjure 

You’ll have his heart forever 

One of Tim’s favorite pastimes is whittling, so don’t he surprised if he leaves a little deer statue on your beside table as a thank you 

Tim isn’t high maintenance or hard to satisfy at all, he’s more than happy to share a quaint little cottage with you 

All he needs is a kiss on the cheek when he leaves for ‘work’ to keep him warm until he can hug you again 

Brian/Hoodie 

Brian is probably the most well versed on internet aesthetics, and dare I say may even be a bit cottagecore himself! 

It’s a lot more subtle of course, but you can see it in the way he hoards potted plants and persistently makes sure the hummingbird feeder and bird bath are full 

He’s also the most invested in nature, if that makes sense; he knows a lot about the native flora and fauna of his area and will always point them out to you if you’re around 

It’s not unusual for you to catch him staring out the window at the birds 

He doesn’t really like to cook and he doesn’t forage since it’s not something that’s ever interested him, but he has a way with sewing! 

He collects patches for his bags and clothes, and he likes to alter and add to his own garments 

He’s phenomenal with patchwork and fixing up tears 

Never again will you have to be upset about a rip in your favorite dress or a split seam in your best pair of pants! 

Brian will have it fixed up like new in no time 

You won’t even be able to tell it was ever torn! 

Although he doesn’t forage, Brian always brings a bag with him to pick up any plants he hasn’t seen before or wants more of

If he particularly likes one he’ll uproot it and put it in a pot to keep in your cottage 

Soon half of your house will belong to the plants, but it’s okay because he makes sure they’re arranged cutely 

He cares just as much about the aesthetic as you do, don’t worry 

He definitely likes to match outfits too! 

If he’s ever in town and sees a piece of clothing he likes, he’s buying another (or at least the closest thing) for you too 

Be ready for many fashion shows, all while he compliments every single outfit (and you’d better do the same for him!)

When he’s home there will certainly be many calm, domestic nights filled with mundane couples activities and exhausting laughter 

He’s a romantic at heart, and nothing will ever change that 

[love-toxin]

Yo the way I need Dr. Brighton is not even FUNNY, I'm always such a whore for womanizers/flirty characters. And she's a professor too 😫🙌 need her to discipline me after class for talking back or somethin

And God, my brain is going a mile a minute thinking of all the delicious juicy dynamics that could emerge between her and Adrian and a mutual darling. I feel like she would definitely take advantage of Adrian's soft heart but also he would love to try getting her to behave, potentially using darling as a reward 👀. The bad apple that needs to smarten up and the rule follower who needs to loosen up, truly a timeless classic. Like, I need them to have sex about it. I need them to dom each other and also me. I need to get caught in the middle of a power struggle between them. I need it need it need it grrrrrrrrr barkbark bark barkbarkbark bark ba

I LOVE THIS & I LOVE U ahem anyways!!!! teehee :) let's explore this :)

First of all I love this because Lyza absolutely terrorizes poor Adrian for no good reason (false, it's because it's funny) and does everything from aggressively flirting with him to make him uncomfortable to straight up tripping him when he passes her desk with her cane, just to stick her tongue out at him when he shoots her a glare. Bizzarely, they still remain friends, but it's mostly because Lyza's just as bad as Adrian for doing things "under the table" so to speak, and they're both beyond smart enough to know the other one has secrets they definitely don't want to share with the general public. If you're a student, you might see them snapping at each other in the faculty lounge or Adrian raising his voice because she put his stapler in jello again, but on the same day watch Dr. Moorwell gently admonishing Dr. Brighton for leaving her cane at home and helping her up the stairs to get to her class. It's just plain bizarre.

And it's unlikely that they'd both have a class with you in it, but if they do or they just see you walking around campus, god help you. You're cooked. Adrian is way more refined and calculated about it, while Lyza is just like a feral cat--Adrian will spend weeks outlining a plan to get you into his office or keep you after class, while Lyza will find one thing on a random day to discipline you for and lock you in the lounge if she needs to. Say something stupid in class or make a bad joke and she'll keep you back, ask you if you think you're funny, and smack your cheek just hard enough for you to feel it so she can see that sweet face flinch. It's so out of left field it might be scary if she didn't look at you like she wants to eat you out. She could even make a joke about you showing her your tits if you want an extra credit point, but you seriously can't tell if she's joking or not.

Oh, and Adrian would be livid if he found out Lyza was moving in on one of his students. Not for any moral reason or conflict of interest, of course, but rather because of how much planning that went into him wooing you that just got binned because Lyza couldn't keep it in her pants for ten fucking seconds. If she's kidnapping you then expect to wake up at Adrian's house instead, confused and groggy and definitely drugged with things Lyza picked up from the pharmacy and mixed together in a "sleepy cocktail". At school, Adrian likes to claim that he would never be romantically interested in Lyza, for a variety of reasons--but with you in the mix, you'll get to see him boss her around and her wrestle with him to get him to loosen up, before one of them needs to get out energy they don't wanna scare you with yet. But you can watch at first, if you want. Even if Adrian manages to get her on her back once (her upper strength is killer even if her leg strength is weak) there's absolutely no way a dynamic with the two of them doesn't result in Adrian getting pegged within an inch of his life.

[sokoneedsagun]

Giving batfam songs I think fit them and they would like

Bruce- Lithium by Nirvana (I have to)

(Ok so tumblr seems to really hate links to nirvana songs, so I’m sorry but Bruce won’t have a link, the song shouldn’t be hard to find if you want to find it)

(This is my third time typing this, sorry if it seems like I’m annoyed while I am, tumblr is being fucking stupid tonight) I picked the song lithium for Bruce because of a few lines in particular. The song itself is about a man who is depressed and finds god, but to me it represents how Bruce became Batman and what it did for him. “And just maybe I’m to blame for all I’ve hurt, but I’m not sure” can represent how Bruce hurts his friends and family by doing what he does as Batman, but often doesn’t realize the extent of it, he doesn’t know if he should be blaming himself because he doesn’t know how much he’s hurting them. “Light my candles in a daze, cause I found god” could easily be about how at this point he doesn’t think about being Batman, he just is. Finally “I missed you, I’m not gonna crack” to me is about his no killing rule. Even with how much he misses and loves his parents and kids (especially Jason) after their deaths he refuses to kill, he misses and loves them but he won’t crack.

Dick- Mama by My Chemical Romance

I picked this one for Dick because the song is about a solider going off to war, and when they come home their mother is horrified by the atrocities committed by her child. I think that could fit both Dick and his parents and Dick and Bruce. Dick’s biggest fear is disappointing Bruce, and if Bruce were to find out some of the things Dick has done that’s exactly what would happen. One of Dicks first thoughts after the blockbuster incident is what Bruce would say.

Babs- Malibu by Hole

The song is about how Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain used to talk about leaving LA to go move to Malibu together and get away from it all, and it kind of reminds me of Barbara and Dick, because neither of them would walk away, but I think there would be times they talked about it, but also I think a lot of hole songs would fit Barbara in general.

Jason- Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins

“Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage, someone will say ‘what is lost can never be saved’” and “tell me I’m the only one, tell me there’s no other one, Jesus was an only son” (and “Jesus was an only son for you) are enough to explain why this fits Jason. (Alternatively for a younger Jason, army dreamers by Kate Bush)

Cass- The Garden by The Crane Wives

Truly if you haven’t listened to this song you really should, the crane wives are an amazing band and so many of their lyrics just read as poetry. But I picked this song for Cass specifically because of the lines “the crows in the garden are laughing at my expense” “hold your light to the darkness in my brain, put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat” or “my darling, the devil knows my name.” To me as a whole the song represents the way that Cass has spent so much of her life being used for others gain (mostly by her father), the line about the darkness in the singers mind reminds me of the fact that Cass doesn’t think of herself as a good person, which is why I think the line is fitting.

Tim- Boys Don’t Cry by The Cure

Tim has had a long history of going through extremely traumatic things but refusing to feel the emotions that come with it, that coupled with the misogynistic writers for Tim Drake in the 90’s made me pick this for him. The lines “I would do most anything to get you back by my side” or “but I know that it’s too late and now there’s nothing I can do, so I try to laugh about it cover it all up with lies” really represented the grief he’s had to go through with loosing friends and family for me.

Steph- give me Novocain/ she’s a rebel by Green Day

Both of them work for Steph really fucking well and I’ve said the she’s a rebel thing before the post just got no notes, both songs are also incredibly underrated and glossed over and so is Steph. (Alternatively so nice, so smart by Kimya Dawson, although to me that more represents her relationship with Tim)

Duke- Class of 2013 by Mitski

Duke lost his family at a young age, he lost the security of having someone to take care of him. Then he had to lead a revolution again, as a child. “Mom, I’m tired, can I sleep in your house tonight?” Represents that to me, because I think after it all that’s what he would want, he would want his family after being as tired as he is. “And I’ll leave what I’m chasing for the other girls to pursue” is also fitting because people refuse to even acknowledge that Duke counts as a Robin. They don’t include him and I doubt that they have many plans to. They want him to leave behind signal and Robin for the rest of his siblings to pursue.

Damian- Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths

Damian has long since been a martyr for both the writers and fandom. He’s constantly used for the benifit of others while also being told he’s a brat or a demon or whatever else anyone would like to call him, he’s a child. He does know how Joan of Ark felt, he’s a child constantly being victimized by people who should be protecting him. The line “and I’ve got no right to take my place to the human race” also fits him in my opinon due to his struggle with finding a way to fit in, in not only Gotham but his own family.

Harper- the kids aren’t alright by Pinkshift

I think the song itself fits Harper’s general attitude towards a lot of things, plus it seems like something she would listen to. But the lines “is it the cramps or was my life always this bad? I don’t know if I’ll ever make it to the other side where sky’s are blue and I don’t have to pay to stay alive” specially were what made me pick it for Harper.

Kate- Topless by The Malefactors

I think this song fits Kate really well, a lot of it has to do with her sexuality and how I interpret the lyrics. Specifically “I think you’re pretty when you’re topless, you know the law can never stop us.” Or “you know I love it how we play friends.”Fits Kate because the law didn’t stop her, she got kicked out of West Point because she refused to hide who she was. Also “I think you love it when I’m upset, like I love your fucking pessimistic mindset” fits her relationship with Renee (Montoya) very well.

This took me forever to type so I hope it turned out ok and I explained everything well, if you disagree that’s fine, you’re allowed to, just don’t be rude about it

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE HP GOLDEN ERA; SLYTHERIN & RAVENCLAW

i have so many ideas mostly revolving around past oc concepts, but in general i think the slytherin's have the most yandere potential? aside from traits (cunning, determined, yada) that go hand in hand with yandere, i also find it easier to pin point the root of their tendencies. there's slytherins like draco who are straight up entitled, and some like theo who have been raised harshly, it's not difficult to imagine a scenario where draco, theo, blaise, .. develop into the yanderes we all know and love.

there's no plan for structuring my harry potter writings, but i think it'll mostly be brainstorming headcanons. i'm focusing on the golden era, so i'll write for characters alive during this time. I'll come up with a full character list and cast eventually but for now i'm most interested in getting ideas/requests for slytherin boys (blaise, draco, goyle, lorenzo, mattheo, theodore, adrian, terrence, marcus) and ravenclaw boys (anthony goldstein, michael corner, roger davies, terry boot) but gred and forge are always welcome as well.

okay so general rules for requests: only send in requests for golden era characters (there is a loop hole "if james survived" here if you're desperate but im mostly inspired to write the characters i've listed out. reader/darling is always gender neutral, no loopholes here. also i tend to cover both platonic and romantic paths (if applicable) either way in my writings so no need to specify. that all being said hound me with asks and any thoughts.

anyways here are some headcanons that have been clogged up in my brain recently;

ANTHONY GOLDSTEIN (fancast: tarjei sandvik moe): my latest fixation, chat gpt molded most of my headcanons for yandere him. okay so not much is known about him but i'm going the route of jewish = polish = kowalski + queenie grandson / great grandson. all we have for a personality is 'friendly and good-natured' so i'm going to be making mountains out of molehills here.

i can imagine his intentions were pure first, he saw his darling didn't have the best upbringing, perhaps was a fractured individual, and 'desperately needed someone'. so he befriends them. for a long time, he's fully convinced himself his actions are done out of concern for his darling, other people really were just going to hurt them, and weren't trustworthy. and making good decisions has always been a strong suit of his, he isn't a ravenclaw for nothing, so his darling should just sit back, relax, and enjoy his company whilst he takes care of the hard stuff, alright?.

what started as a protective instinct turned into possessive jealousy, why does his darling want to pair up with malfoy for a potions assignment when he's far much more intelligent and easier to work with. actually, why do they have to speak to anyone else but him anyway? if they want a supportive friend, he's always been there. they want to banter with someone? anthony can do that!. they have a crush? they want romance? they want to overthrow the ministry of magic? no matter, he's a fast learner, and better for them than anyone else would be.

for the most part, anthony appears innocent, it's probably his darling who looks like the clingy, overattached one, because no matter what anyone else tells them, anthony will vilify them in the eyes of his darling, bringing his darling closer to him, gradually becoming more and more dependent on his constant presence. which is what he has subconsciously been working towards since he met them.

anthony is wholly devoted to his darling, and is among the more selfless yanderes (lookin at you draco). he has no future planned out, and allows his darling to take charge of the relationship so long as they don't look at anyone else. he's one of the more moldable yanderes; he adapts to his darlings personality, instead of having them adapt to his (camera pans to draco).

he's only really a danger to his darlings social life (and the lives of anyone who tries to tempt his darling away). his obsession is quiet for the most part, unlike others (draco) he doesn't need to resort to extreme measures (kidnapping) as he's able to read his darling like an open book (anthony inherited queenies legillimency and no one can convince me otherwise), and is thus able to ancitipate their needs, thoughts and desires. he'll become the only person their comfortable around;

anthony portrays himself as the one person who truly understands and supports his darling. he'll go to great lengths to prove his loyalty, even if it means crossing boundaries or engaging in morally ✨questionable✨ acts. once they finally realise just how tight of a hold he has on them, they'll be too dependent on him to do anything about it.

[all-pacas]

Would you elaborate on a Chase in The Good Place AU? It's consuming my brain since you mentioned it and I love your AUs

I mean, mostly just an offhand comment on I'd love to have all of them be forced to attend a Chidi philosophy lecture, because it would be fascinating on so many different levels, right? Or just using the Good Place as a shorthand for "surprise! Your life was meaningless and now you're in hell! Change!"

Foreman and Cameron both seem fairly set and certain of their morals and philosophies, but are in different ways hypocritical and inconsistent. They both think of themselves as good people for sure. And I don't know how much critical self reflection either of them do.

Chase is a bit askew of the two of them, not because I think he's much more self aware, but he's also much more morally vague — he doesn't have a ton of stated values or a strict moral code, I'm not even sure how he views himself, how he'd define himself if asked. Cameron would call herself a good person. Foreman would call himself intelligent, a good person. Would Chase? Not out of some enlightened awareness, but just… everyone on the show thinks he's morally vacant, and he knows it too.

(And that's not even touching House or Wilson in the Good Place. House alone, who studies religion and philosophy and both knows his morals and his code and is incredibly ambivalent and self-hating.)

I mean, they're all going to the Bad Place. I think Chase and House would be the least surprised, on a scale: not happy or accepting, but, you know. Sure. (Especially post S6 Chase. He knows he's off to hell.)

Cameron would be horrified, and outraged. She does so much to help people! She's so nice! I think she overlooks or tries to overlook the harm she causes, the ways she can be cruel: they're accidents. They're unintentional. Intent is what matters, and her intents are always good, or at least: she tells herself that they are. Which isn't true. She can behave selfishly, she can behave unkindly. But it's very important to Cameron that she is a good person, both as something to be and something to strive towards. And she is! She is a good person! She does work hard at it! But I do think she ignores her own failings.

Foreman, for his part, strikes me as a utilitarian — he's done net good, so what does it matter if here and there he's bent a rule or hurt someone's feelings? He probably is the one who lies awake and considers himself and his place in the world and how he's doing and what he's done. He wants to be good, but he also wants to be the best, he wants to be admired. (Him and Amber are the same. If they won't like you, you have to be right.) He wants power, partially because he does have that ego; partially because it's a way of proving himself. On the whole, he is a Good Doctor, he Saves Lives, he Helps People. That should outweigh the people he's hurt or been cruel to. That should matter more.

I don't know what sort of philosophy Chase would best fit with. He falls into a sort of … nihilistic hedonism, almost: enjoying himself and wanting to have fun, but only because he also believes that if he's a burden to others he deserves death; because he's Quite Catholic and just sort of accepts when it's over he's going to hell. So what does it matter, right? If he's fucked no matter what, why not sleep around and having a good time? It's sort of a reflection of his talk with House in Cursed: if caring leads to pain, it's better not to care. If you burden others, you have failed.

So they're all in the Bad Place. There was another bus accident or something. And they get to do the fixed version of the game, reincarnating again and again until they reach enlightenment. Foreman's Bad Place seems pretty easy. He's gotta stop caring so much about the opinions of others, getting his self worth via superiority and praise. Cameron's biggest flaw, I think, is that she avoids the consequences from her actions. Runs away and uproots her life repeatedly; ignores the ways she hurts people or ignores their feelings. In a way she's too empathic: she pushes her own feelings and empathy onto others, and assumes they feel the same way she does, need nothing but what she'd need or want. I'm not sure how to make that her personal hell. Chase? He's again the hardest (after House), because I think he'd sort of just accept he was in Hell and that was that: why try to improve? Why try to change? He doesn't try, that's his biggest problem. We know he's incredibly bright, capable of solving cases on his own from early on, but he never tries (because trying means failing which means disappointing others). He stays with House for years after he should have moved on because it's safer and easier. So that's his personal hell: something to make him need to try, want to be better. Put him in a position where he has to.

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∘ ONESHOT: Hound Dog 〔Jett Rinks x reader〕

➺ Sorry I don't write more No Hope in Hell chapters, I've grown out of that celebrity crush. Really, I write for myself if there's no fics I like/follow a story I've got in my head, I only post stuff because other people might enjoy it. I might write another chapter some day, who knows. ➺ A/N: The context is pre-rich Jett and you as the reader is Benedict's unhappy wife (I've never tried this trope before don't crucify me if I butcher it. x) Also, I didn't proof read. Good luck.

• The first time you met Jett you were introduced by Benedict. To you, Jett was like a stray dog, a dark horse but less noble. Instead of walking, he would stalk; his words drawled coolly with a thick coy Southern accent; he was slick but wirey in nature; there was an unpredictable factor about his manners. Unbothered by Benedict's presence, he gave you a smile of curiosity, his dark squinting eyes assessing you, trying to look through you skin and skull and into your brain, or maybe just through your clothes. He had that sort of gaze that made you feel naked. 

• When he shook your hand, he gripped it tight and held on for an awkwardly long length of time. He had calloused and strong tanned hands that gripped yours, softer and smaller in comparison. Looking into his eyes makes you feel like electricity is coursing through your veins. Benedict warned you about Jett beforehand. He told you, "Never mind our cow-hand Jett, he's nothin' but a Hound dog."

• Benedict noticed Jett's presence much more on the farm since he'd brought you home. Jett often drove past the large manor, looking at the windows as he passed by trying to spot you in that maze of a home.

• Deep down Jett is a romantic. After the stiffness of the first few interactions wears off, he'll tell you all about his life; his parents, his past jobs, his childhood. He'll ask you questions too, mostly about you and Benedict. He'll ask if you're getting along, when you met each other, if you're planning children. Once while driving you somewhere he felt extra bold and asked if you ever considered extramarital affairs.

• You didn't plan on ever doing anything remotely unloyal to Benedict, not until he began to rule the house with a strange possessive feeling somewhere between wrath and business, getting angried easily and excluding you from conversations he didn't think you could handle because of your sex. It drove you away, despite your attempts to reconcile; you were undoubtedly unhappy, and with divorce not being an option you started to look at the young fit cow-hand; Jett Rink.

• The first time you decided to give back the signals he gave you was during one of the many times he escorted you from the field to the house. You hated being sent back to the house by your husband, it made you feel like a trapped songbird kept in a cage. You vented about your frustration to Jett, who was quick to jump on the bandwagon that his employer was a douche-bag. "He won't let me do anything! He's suffocating me!" You yelled, and something stirred inside Jett. Maybe Benedict's wife wasn't as happy as she kept letting on, maybe, maybe..

"If you had a wife would you treat her this way?" The question knocked Jett's train of thought off the rail, he took his eyes off the dirt road to look back at you, perplexed. He saw faint tear stains on your face; you were so frustrated and you had bundled it up for so long now you were letting it loose.. To a rag-tag vagabond who could just be a lowly playboy. Jett stammered, big the inside of his cheek and looked back at the road. This was going well, or was it a trap? He wanted to pick his words carefully, and so after a tough silence, he answered you.

"If you were my wife, I wouldn't treat you that way. No." He shook his head, frowning as the sun shone on the bonnet of the car, reflecting into his virile blue eyes.

Before he could continue, you laughed. He turned his face to you, what had he said made you laugh? He laughed a little, even though he didn't know what the joke was. "Whats so funny?" He humoured, those charming dimples poking his cheeks.

"I asked *if* you had a wife, not if *I* was your wife." You replied in a teasing manner, looking back at him with a sort of gotcha expression. Jett's cheeks flushed, what an embarassing fluke.

"Oh well, y'know, I meant.." Jett's tongue stumbled around his mouth like a drunkard, embarassing him ever further. You looked at him endearingly; the tough cowboy who smiled once a fornight and stalked around your husband's premises like a tomcat was cherry-cheeked and stumbling in front of you now, over the smallest little detail in a sentence.

"Well, as in.." He paused, took a deep inhale and exhale and looked over at you again. You looked back, hoping he'd keep talking; you loved his Southern drawl. "Oh darnit, nevermind." He mumbled, turning his attention back to the road.

• Since that day, you noticed a shift in his behaviour. The once aloft quiet young man who's acts of kindness could've been written off as simply friendly or helpful changed tactics. The first thing you noticed is those quick darting glances he took at you were suddenly lengthened. He stared, with dark soul-strong blue eyes that you grew to wish to meet. When your husband or Luz wasn't around, he'd sneak in little pet named when he addressed you. "Let me get that for you darlin'." "Don't worry baby, it won't rain just yet." "Is Benedict gone for the whole day hun? Leavin' you all lonely?"

• It became an inside joke between the two of you for him to mention something Benedict had done, and you'd ask if he'd do that to his wife. Jett always laughed extra loud at your jokes. Jokes never got old with him. "Benedict forget your dinner date? That's a pity." "Would you ever forget you a dinner date with your wife Jett?"

• Benedict had his suspicions about you and Jett, but he thought it only went as far as Jett would blatantly flirt with you, and you only politely answered back. Jett wasn't as careful as he could've been, he stared and lingered too much around you, and smiled extra hard when you spoke to him.

• Luz made comments about how she never knew you had bought a new dog. When you asked her what she meant, she grumbled about how obviously Jett stuck around in a room when you were there, how he'd always join into a conversation if you were in it, how he scowled at your husband if Benedict ever scolded or ridiculed you.

• The first time you kissed Jett was as he held the door to the automobile open for you. You stepped out, and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight Jett." You turned back and waved sweetly at him as you walked towards the house. He stared at you gobsmacked; then tilted his head down so his hat covered the smile on his face as your husband stepped out onto the porch to greet you. Part of what sent a thrill into Jett's veins was because of how high-risk it was. Three seconds later and you both would've been done for. He wondered if you liked him, *him* in particular, or if you were just a sad bored housewife looking for any man to have an affair with. Either way, it was fun and he wanted it to last as long as possible.

• At the welcoming party, you felt like an outsider in your own celebration. Everyone knew everyone, and when Benedict left you to tend to the meat you wandered off to a fence to lean against and sip your drink. The sun was blazing, the people's voices turned into hums and the buzz of that midday heat on the back's of crickets turned the landscape into a fever dream. "Lonely?" You turned your head, on the other side of the fence a handsome face greeted you. You smiled back softly. He has been lingering for a while, avoiding people, waiting for Benedict to wander off so he could approach you. He did that often. Some folk noticed you had hidden under the shade of a small tree, conversing with the help. Low disapproving mutters spread across the crowds, that was just the nature of small town folks; they loved to talk, but never confront.

• During days Benedict would be away handling cows in their herds miles away, you'd take strolls in the early morning, before midday struck and the hottest heat drove you back inside seeking shelter. If Jett was around at these times he'd ditch whatever tasks he'd been assigned and follow along, making small talk.

• You learned he wasn't any sort of scoundrel or lost boy like Ben, Luz or anyone else for that matter had described him. He had a brazen look about him, piercing eyes that looked for trouble, sure, but he had a soft warm core, and although not yet had he let you in to that core you felt it's warmth radiate through his thick skin.

• He never pushed ever, never tried initiate or ask for anything from you other than your attention. That sort of pure, loving interest was something you'd never experienced before. He was a gentleman, wrapped up in a world where he was outcasted.

• During one of these strolls, Jett asked you if you loved Benedict. A tough question. He was your husband and provider, but that was all. He wasn't your lover. He was your provider only because you were a housewife and forbidden to be anything else. He was a hard working man, but he lacked any emotional intelligence you could bond to, he was a shallow character and he had a superiority complex brewing under it all. You spoke about this to Jett, but never said whether or not you loved Benedict, but Jett got the hint.

• Jett and you share cigarettes sometimes. He'll let you smoke the first half of it, because you prefer it's taste. His rollies crumble and fall apart a lot, and he huffs about them until you offer to roll them for him. Truth is, he can roll fine, he just loved seeing you do things for him. It was his funny way of finding out if you cared enough to do something for him.

• On the other hand, if smoking bothered you, Jett would stop smoking around you, and eventually give it up altogether without you ever having to ask for it.

• As you and Benedict's life fell apart, you and Jett's strengthened. Nights he wouldn't sleep in the same bed as you, returned home late or not at all, you'd leave in the middle of the night and sleep in the haystacks up in the barn. Jett slept up in the rafters of the barn; he was that sort of character. He had a mattress and pillow of straw underneath him and the itching didn't bother him none. During those long lonely nights he lay awake thinking about life, about you. He sighed; if he hadn't fallen for you he would've moved on by now to find better work and better pay elsewhere. The night you ran into eachother in the rafters he lay down his jacket on the hay, since you complained about it's scratching texture. Although the Texan days were long and blazing the nights were longer and colder. They nipped any exposed piece of skin you had to the air, and they made you cuddle and hug yourself for warmth. Those were the best nights of Jett's life, when he'd hold you in his arms and you'd both look out the open wooden frame of a window, at the dark sky hanging above the small, far horizon.

• Jett pointed out constellations and clusters of stars, speaking softly into your ear as his pointed finger guided you to each one he talked about. He told you he learned about them from his father and the men he worked with on farms in his youth. They all told urban tales and superstitions, practical survival and wilderness knowledge. They were men of knowledge, not from books or bibles, but from words on tongues and stories passed down generations. It fascinated you, how what you thought was a simple life had that beautiful complexity about it all of humanity possesses.

• "You know," You giggled softly, "Benedict told me you were no good." "No good?" Jett had a soft resting smile on his face, his eyes half-lidded, his dimples poking his cheeks. His tone was light and  playful. "He called you a hound dog." You laughed. It was a ridiculous insult, you thought that even before meeting Jett. "Maybe I am." He grinned rogeuly, the bottom of his top teeth showing.

• Jett traced circles on your skin. It was something he did absentmindedly, like fidgeting or twitching his nose, and once he realised he was doing it he didn't stop. Physical contact was so magical to him, you were a Goddess and you brought him to heaven.

• It was around the time of Luz's passing that both Jett inherited a piece of land from her, and Benedict has starting to ignore you around the house. One fo the last conversations between ye was how he'd rather just get through his day without any bothering. You were too needy and talkative for his liking. He didn't care about you or where you were.

• The first time you came and visited Little Reatta, it was a sorry sight. The homemade sign was endearing, and when you saw Jett walking towards you with a spring in his step and a dopey smile on his face, you smiled too; he had a contageous smile. "Welcome to Lidl' Reatta."

• You're the only person he'll let make fun of his accent. Even Texans acknowledge that Jett speaks with a hybrid mutt complexion of an accent, being a travelling labourer since he was able to work has mottled all the accents he's ever heard together and given it a Southern twist. To local Texans, he was a drifter who was just staying longer than most, to you he was just another Southerner chewing on a rubber band for an accent.

• You make vists to Little Reatta more frequent as time passed. It was then that you had the misfortune of tasting Jett's tea. It's canon he makes terrible tea, and because of this most times you offer to make the tea instead of him; because you couldn't break his heart by telling him he doesn't make tea decently.

• Almost everytime you visit, Jett tries bring you to climb the empty water tower he has on his property. "You can see for miles 'round on top of this thing." He'd say with both feet on the ladder and a hand outstretched for you with a big mischevious grin on his face. Eventually when you caved in and agreed to climb it despite you fear of heights, once you got to the top Jett threw his arms around you and hugged you tight. "I won't let go. Promise." As he rested his chin on your shoulder, he talked about the land. Where the property line ended and another person's began. Where he saw a coyote, where he found a rabbit hole, a man's shoe, some rusted nuts and bolts. He spoke about the wasteland as if it was the most wonderful paradise on earth. To Jett, you were Adam and Eve in the Garden, this was your garden and this was your paradise. You could see this happiness radiating off Jett because he smiled so much his face started to hurt.

• Slowly, you start spending your entire days there, then every day, then overnight, then you spend more time at Little Reatta than Reatta itself. Eventually you've fully left Reatta. It was easy, since you only brought your clothes and a few books.

• Jett spent his days hunting rabbits and birds or sometimes the odd deer or relation in the cerdivae family. He'd skin and gut them and you'd cook them. Jett is an odd character, and although you always knew he has that specialness about him you would be thoroughly reminded when he'd bring home squirrels in an attempt to have them for dinner. "They taste like chicken, or duck. Or both. They aren't so bad you just need to try them." Like a child with a toad in their palm, he'd chase you around the house playfully with a dead squirrel or two.

• At night, Jett always fell asleep first. He usually lay on your chest, hugging your sides. It was a comfort to have a warm body to lie beside during the night.

• Jett keeps a picture of you in his wallet.

• He brings a sense of unseriousness to your practicality. If you're cooking, he'll come in, dip his finger in the mixture, pick up an ingredient and walk around the room with it until you notice it's gone, or come up from behind you and hug you with your arms to your side so you can't get back to what you were doing without acknowledging him.  It always makes you laugh, his spontaneous decisions and bursts of energy. It's as if he worries you'll forget about him if he doesn't see you regularly enough, or that you'll come to your senses and leave the house back to Benedict one day.

• Jett takes you on what he calls adventures regularly. He always listened to how unhappy you were with Benedict because he always wanted you inside, and so he'll bring you with him into the wilderness regularly. In the vast desert of Texas there isn't much, but to the North a small forest lies filled with green and life. He shows you which mushrooms are edible, how old a fallen tree is by the rings of it's trunk, which types of trees are which by their leaves, which bird is singing based on their song. He warns you about the poisonous plants, where roots jump up from the ground as if trying to trip you and all other oddities and wonders that had formed naturally.

• He owns an old banjaxxed acoustic guitar that he plays tunes on sometimes. In the late evening, you'll sit together on the porch and he'll play some sort of tune or song he half-remembers the lyrics to and improvises most of the time; but that's part of his charm.

• When he sees you, Jett feels a sort of cuteness aggression. It'll usually take form in him looking at you for a moment, still and smiling, then give you a squeeze disguised as a hug or throw you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and spin around.

• One of his favourites things to do is explore your body; non sexually. Lying side by side in bed, he'll trace your skin ever so gently with his fingers up and down the curves and dips, over any birthmarks or scars. If you ask, he'll tell you about his own scars. He has small little blemishes on his knees, elbows and palms from falling over, climbing and rough housing as a child or young teen, each with a short intimate story attached. A body is an archive of memories, it's tears and age and size and smoothness tell a tale of a life lived in it.

• If you ever gift him anything wearable, a shirt or necklace, he'd wear it til it was hanging on my threads or eroded into dust. He appreciates everything you do not with words, but with deeds.

• Since he can't be bothered ever going to a barber, he asks you to cut his hair. It's nerve-wrecking but fun, he doesn't mind if you mess up his hair, it's just hair. The first few times you cut his hair you hated how it turned out even though he insisted he couldn't of got a better trim if he went to the barbers, eventually you grow into the scissors and acquire a decent amount of skill.

• Dancing in the kitchen together, or dancing and singing alongwhile he plays a song on the guitar.

• Like the times you spent in the barn together, Jett loves stargazing with you. By now, you've learned off a handful of constellations thanks to him. As you stargaze, and talk and guess about the stars above your heads, he'll be looking at you instead, in awe and adoration.

• Anytime you cry, he feels like his world is crumbling. He holds you caringly in his arms as you bury your face into his neck and he nuzzles his nose into your hair. He rocks back and forth, hushing and whispering sweet nothings into your ear calmly til you feel better. He'll trace his fingers up and down your arm, drawling spirals and circles.

• If you fall asleep before him, he'll make sure to tuck the sheets in around you.

• Jett loves your hair. Touching it, playing with it. teaching him to plait your hair was more fun for Jett than you could've imagined, he was almost hypnotised by the simple act of bringing one piece of hair infront of the other. After you wash, he'll light the fire, have you sit by it as he brushes and dries your hair. He loves when you play with his hair too. The first time you ever did it he groaned so loudly you thought something was wrong; quite the opposite.

• Jett keeps a journal where he draws. He didn't have very formal education, so instead of writing about the day instead he'll take the journal with him on a hunting trip and draw a family of rabbits, or a coyote on a hill, or a vulture circling something dead under the sun, but his favourite thing to draw is you. He's very shy and secretive at first, but after letting you see it for the first time and hearing your sweet compliments he shows you everytime he adds something new to it now. Sometimes he'll tear out a picture he really likes and stick it in the wall above the desk in your bedroom. Again, most of the drawings are of you.

• Massages. Back massages in particular. Jett knew he had to marry you when you first gave him a massage. His muscles are tense and knotted from constant manual labour, but since you've offered him massages he's felt as if a long ribbon all knotted and jumbled up has been untangled and ironed out within him.

• "Y'know what you remind me of?" "What?" "A toffee. You're hard on the outside but soft on the inside." Word Count: 3.7K

[athena-xox]

All the known cards from the deck of instructions the Queen of Hearts gave Lizzie. 30/52

Worms speak, indeed they do,

but not to such as me and you.

All they ever say is “mud mud food,” so you need not listen good. Practice Not Listening to worms today. And by worms, I mean people.

Never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever admit there’s something you don’t know. Because you know everything.

You may have just forgotten

a piece of the everything. Also, don’t tell anyone you forgot.

A queen stands and shouts in hollow rooms when feeling faint,

for she is her own echo.

She is the thing that stands between

the been and the seen,

and pushes either side wide.

A queen stands for herself,

and by herself, and on her legs.

For legs are what make her stand.

But not four legs. Or forelegs.

She also stands for land. Her land. Wonderland. Without land, one wonders where one would stand. Especially queens.

In summary: Push. Shout. Stand. Be a queen.

It is better to be gloved than bearded, and better to be fearded than loved.

When in doubt, shout!

If you want something done right, you must do it yourself.

So make sure you personally order servants all by yourself to do what you want done.

A ship is only as floaty as its leakiest timber, and friends are the leakiest timber of all. Sail not on the Friend Ship, Lizzie,

lest you drown in an ocean of tears!

Already Been Chewed food (hereafter referred to as ABC food) can appear appetizing, but not for such as you. Eat no ABC food today.

Frogs are mostly faces. Notice a frog today and make a face.

ON WITH ITS HEAD!

:) JK. Behead something today!

Rugs are the unnatural spawn of Rabbits and Hugs. Beware rugs. (Could also be Rubber and Bugs. In any case, BEWARE RUGS!)

Worms NEED things. But a princess such as you ORDERS things. Today, put your things in order by ordering things to be what they are. And then, for fun, order them to be what they are not

Whether up or down, inside or out, it is yours. Own the down. Own the up.

A queen worrying about others is like a baker worried he’s making too many muffins.

As if there could be such a thing as

Too Many Muffins. Ha! WORRY NOT! AND EAT MORE MUFFINS!

Above all else, avoid these things: vats of poison, Jabberwocks, paper cuts on fingertips,

and Concern For Others.

If ever you detect Concern For Others squirming into you,

shout at people till the feeling goes away.

Or the people do.

Things are never lost to you; you are lost to them. If ever in need of a Thing that has lost you, simply stop hiding from it.

Beware Empathy! Empathy forces you to Understand how others are feeling and to Care! Danger! Danger!

Friends are one R away from fiends. Avoid friends at all costs!

Also anyone to whom the R does not come naturally (pirates are okay).

(A Wonderlandiful World)

Rule my way.

I’ll be watching.

(Lizzie Shuffles the Deck)

Everything has a place and should be put in it. That will be your job, since people, things, and in-betweens tend to forget their place.

Secrets are secrets and cannot be told. If anyone tells you a secret, they are lying. If anyone tells you a lie, they might be secreting. In either case, step away. Lies and secretions are to be avoided.

To succeed in life as a queen and princess, you need four things in your brain and two in your pocket. The pocket things are solid, and the brain things are not. Be sure not to mix them up.

Puddles are the thing you think is the thing, but is really the top of the thing, and the bottom makes you drown.

Hair hides skin, but hide can also be skin, especially if you have four legs. Count your legs and comb your hair.

Depending on where you live, a boot can be a foot case, a trunk case, or a preposition. Be sure you know where you are before getting dressed. When in doubt, go barefoot.

Never believe a lie. Unless it’s the truth—then go right ahead.

Fish love to be confused. Tell a fish a riddle today that has no answer.

Clouds are well and fine up in the sky, but never let one into your mind. Not even if it says “Please.”

Tomatoes are sneaky. They love to trick you into believing they are strawberries or cherries or apples. Before taking a bite, point at the thing and declare, “You are a tomato!” That’ll show ’em!

Yelling “Off with your head!” is a lot more fun than actually following through. Invest time in more pleasant pursuits, like croquet and competitive eating.

(Once Upon a Time)

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You mentioned Telemachus having sharp Naiad teeth. Imagine if he used those teeth to take out all the suitors. With Odysseus’ help of course.

Sadly, would probably leave him open and vulnerable to attacks :'D So he probably wouldn't unless really desperate.

Sharp naiad teeth are more for "I can rip through any fish scale and bone and be fine." as an adaptation for water life than for battles between mortals. Odysseus watches so lovingly seeing his Water wife and Water son devour whole fish.

Telemachus is around 37.5% Naiad and he'd probably be using water from the canals to trip suitors. Even then, he can only work with a certain amount of water. Penelope has MUCH more control and she's kind of there as well. Imagining Odysseus seeing a bunch of dudes drowning, only to realize it's not Telemachus, itches my brain. He starts cackling and gets a special bloodlust when he realizes she's "there". It's another reason why he's so hurt when she firsts rejects him as "We were basically flirting during our dinner, you drowned some suitors. You KNOW it's me! WHY?!" but uh...He doesn't know that Athena had to tell Penelope not to drown the "stranger". She was mostly trying to make sure Telemachus stays safe and along with you know, killing the suitors now that she has "permission". There's more to it but yeah lkasjdf sounds nuts but I think it'll work.

Penelope looked him in the eye during that dinner, tears still damp on her cheeks, and says "You say all these things but My Odysseus, who fidgets with his clothing and who bounces his knees in time with my own, would never leave me weeping while he sits. He would throw his arms around me!" "...He would if he could." Then he goes to sleep outside and she's pissed and he's a mess. :D The "Beggar" looks nothing like her husband but he moves and talks just like her love, his voice unsteady as he praises her. What the fuck is going on? Basically she knows it's him but also is like "Why would he keep himself from me?" Like how Odysseus tells HER during the treebed scene

And Athena is editing her fanfiction document for these two as "You little fucks weren't supposed to be doing this! I kept your tears from falling, Odysseus, why do you have to be such a sap?! Shit! Back to the storyboard."

Anyways!!! :D

Naiads usually don't bite people unless they feel they have no other option. Odysseus is an exception as he does have ONE "special bite" from his special wife because he's a little freak who wanted it rdtfygufgh. Penelope bit Palamedes on his forearm as he held her back as he took Telemachus from Anticlea and Penelope rushed after him. Odysseus is haunted by the image of both his wife and son sobbing while her teeth are stained with blood. He gets sick pleasure seeing that scar on Palamedes' arm before he gets him killed.

And as a whole, there are actually a couple "rules" Naiad born soldiers have to follow that are very important within war.

With battle, even if you ARE naiad born, you have to ask the river god "Hey, this is getting really bad. Can we work together for this?" As River gods are usually like "I am here for your consumption, bathing, and healing. You will not use my water for violence." (Why Achilles gets his ass kicked and why Naiad born soldiers don't just "drown people")

If someone/something is attacking your river or YOU, like an animal wreaking havoc (like the big catfish! :D ) or a person trying to kill a single naiadborn, then self defense is fine. Daphne got turned into a tree because Apollo outranks nymphs and the river gods. River gods don't fuck with Olympians but he still wanted to protect her.

Though once you have your own water source (canals, vase full, etc.) you're technically free to do whatever you want with it. (Penelope loves this loophole 😈 The Palace waters are hers. and Telemachus' too but you know.)

With the war aspect, however, there are so many wounds that are like "wow, you probably have an extreme infection or should've killed you eventually". BUT it's convenient when you have Naiad born soldiers that can "heal you up" (Penelope's brothers are part of Menelaus' army btw!!! :D )

It's kind of why it's become a "If a man is still alive when they're picked up and rescued, that doesn't mean shit. A naiad born person will fix it before they even bleed out. If they don't die instantly, they just come back."

Same with fighting among nymphs btw.

Even if you're naiad born, you can't just act like how you do at home with a foreign river. Feel free to jump and swim and wet your scales but stay out of their business. If the naiads of Athens decided to punish people by poisoning the waters, you, as a Spartan naiadborn, do not meddle! Can't start purifying it to give to the citizens. Maybe for your OWN people who came with you on the foreign expedition if you ask but don't meddle with foreign river problems. Each culture is different.

Took a while for Penelope to adjust and improve relations with Ithaca naiads because of this. And when Tyndareus and Icarius were exiled, it was a culture shock for them as they're 50% naiad. Even with non-naiadborn, it's a shock. Menelaus and Agamemnon were in Sparta during their own exile had to adjust too, though Menelaus definitely fit right in. (I'm so excited to write about 18-20 year old Agamemnon's first interaction with 9 year old Penelope. It's a misunderstanding at first but it's wholesome. Spoiler: Have you ever been in a place and then a random little kid starts talking to you and then they give you a leaf or something? YEAH >:D It's that but sillier. It's cute.)

Honestly, I'm playing around a lot with the whole "Sparta being very military-focused" thing as it's really kind of fun to think of people having children with naiads/naiadborn as somewhat of a strategy. If you can't have demigods, nymph born children are still better than fully mortal ones. It's why there ARE so many naiad born and why interactions are basically informal in Sparta in my fics compared to other places. Like Ithaca.

I got really offtrack but in conclusion: There are special rules and customs of each freshwater source. And how battles are affected by it. Telemachus doesn't bite any of the suitors but probably uses water to help him and to heal his and Eumeaus' wounds.

[thenexusofsouls]

Meta: Freya's Psychology - How it Differs From Ravenna's, and Where She Falls on the Morality Spectrum

{i am the caretaker of souls} Just some random philosophical notes on Freya... She is different from Ravenna. Like, and duh, of course she is, there are layers and levels of villains, not all are the same, they're not a monolith, etc. and so forth, but... where is that line past which you say they aren't able to be rehabilitated? Where's the line between truly evil and only partly so? Between evil and affected by trauma? Evil and affected by trauma? How much evil is an acceptable level of "understandable" based on someone's trauma? Some? All? None?

I'm watching Winter's War right now because it happens to be on and I'm just... always fascinated by the interactions between Freya and Ravenna. First of all... seriously, they are both QUEENS and by "they" I mean the actresses, heh. They have amazing versatility with emotion and facial expression and it's like candy for a writer like me to watch them play in a scene together because it feeds my soul, heh, but that aside. When I watch Freya and Ravenna together, the differences between them are so apparent. SO apparent.

I've always wanted to do a deep dive into Freya's character and even compared to Ravenna's, and really get into the question of... is Freya really a sympathetic character, or can she be, or should she be... or am I just sympathetic towards her because I happen to like the character? This is not going to be that because, quite honestly, sometimes I can't tell. Or maybe it is. We'll see how well I'm able to probe her mind right now, haha. I'm in a mood, lol.

My own personal alignment is Lawful Good with Neutral Good tendencies, meaning that I will always be and champion good, and I will usually follow rules and laws but not simply for what they are. If good can and should be furthered by breaking a rule of law, I will consider it. Like for me, good comes first, law second. Lawful Good is the alignment of paladins and the classic White Knight trope in writing, although I of course would never place myself in that category which I often idealize in its purest form when I see it in fictional media. I'd say I'm the realistic life version of what that alignment could idealistically or optimally be under some fantasy conditions, heh, which isn't so pristine or heroic by any means. I'm mostly just a wet blanket to most people, I've noticed, haha. Having said that, I guess that's why I love and tend to gravitate towards writing paladin types.

So... here's a little window into my writing for you, heh... if I'm writing someone who is morally ambiguous, and especially if they are a full-on villain, it's hard for me. Very hard. I don't understand those mindsets very often and so it's difficult for me to get inside the heads of villains or morally gray characters. But... I try, because I do love the psychology of morality and to analyze the reasons behind characters' motivations, the lies they tell not only others but themselves as well, and the ways in which they justify what they do. The way my mind works, though, is very black and white, very specific... which doesn't help me write characters who don't 100% or cleanly fit the definition of a hero or a villain. Understanding where those lines are, why points are sympathetic about a character and which are not justifiable, and how to write villains and anti-heroes accurately and true to their characters despite the limitations of my own brain is something I very much struggle with.

If I can find something sympathetic about a character, there's a chance I can write them, because that's what I use as my anchor. Writing 100% evil characters doesn't interest me at all. I need ones that are evil for very sympathetic reasons, or who do evil things but then also do good things or have good qualities. Those are my biggest challenges as a writer, because it's harder to find that balance in my writing them of what my brain wants to do and what is true to the character.

In watching Snow White and the Huntsman and The Huntsman: Winter's War, I always found myself kindof fascinated by Ravenna while really hating her, heh. Not even her tragic backstory could make me sympathize with her. I enjoy watching her from an entertainment point of view, but I don't feel badly for her, nor do I feel that her actions are justified by her traumatic childhood. But with Freya, for whatever reason, despite me being Lawful Good and that alignment usually not tolerating people who do really terrible things, I always feel so sad for her and so sympathetic towards her. I've never written a thread in which Freya essentially admits that her anti-love policies are crap, that she still loves and wants to be loved, and that she's just done all of this as one long stint of improperly processing the trauma of losing her daughter and being betrayed by a lover. And yet, she reveals almost all of that in the actual movie.

Going back to what I said about seeing the differences clearly between Freya and Ravenna in their scenes together, I notice so much more emotional faltering on the part of Freya than Ravenna. I think I only saw Ravenna cry once in Winter's War, and that was nothing more than her eyes tearing up as she said, "Do you think think I wanted a child? Do you not think I wanted love? But I was not meant for such things. I have a higher calling." I don't believe her when she "cries" during that line. It comes across as performative rather than genuine emotion. The character, I mean, not the actress. The supposedly spontaneous display of actual emotion feels just as stilted and contrived in the moment as does any other of Ravenna's "emotions." Freya, on the other hand... I believe her emotion is real. The way her eyes dart around, the hard swallows, the uncertainty in her expression. And later, when Ravenna starts killing her Huntsman, if Freya's panic for their safety isn't love, I don't know what is.

I refuse to make Ravenna a muse, even though she's been bugging me to do it for about two years now. The reason I won't is because 1) I don't think I would write her well, even though I have kindof dabbled with her as a guest muse as times, 2) I have nowhere to go with her, no development goals, no endgame of redemption, nothing to push her towards. I don't just write characters I like, I write ones that I want better future for, alternate futures for, or that I feel have a plethora of untapped potential for scenarios that were never explored in canon. Ravenna... is a cold-hearted conqueror, she always will be, and nothing and no one can ever change her. But if we look at what Ravenna's done, and what Freya's done, they're almost identical. They're both sorceresses who use their powers cruelly, they're both conquerors, and they both think the world has wronged them and owes them power in return. So what's different about Ravenna and Freya that makes it okay in my mind to write Freya but not Ravenna?

I think maybe it's that Ravenna is out for herself 100% of the time, but Freya isn't? Ravenna, at the end of every day, at the conclusion of every battle or conflict, and in every life or death situation, will always choose herself. Self-preservation and survival is paramount to her in any situation. In the first movie, she sacrificed her own brother to save herself, even though he was her greatest ally. In the second movie, she killed Freya to protect herself, or at least dealt the fatal wound that eventually killed her. No one and nothing will ever mean as much to Ravenna... as herself. That sort of selfishness, at least in my mind, is permanent and never changing. It's also uninteresting to me, because there's no room for development.

Freya isn't... always selfish. And I'm not even sure that I would call it selfishness. I'm really not sure, heh. Usually I don't write a muse unless I really understand them, or I've created them myself, because need to come from a place of deep knowing to write someone, that's just my deal and the limitations of my abilities as a writer. But Freya is that rare exception of me feeling like I really don't fully understand her. There's emotion there, there's love, there's need, there's loneliness, there's heartache and grief... but then she takes all of those things and does such terrible things with them. So is she redeemable or not? My first instinct is to say yes, but then I shy away from ever writing her reaching that point, even though it's probably what I want most for her. Why is that?

Maybe it's that I don't really understand why she does what she does? My best explanation for the many inconsistencies and contradictions in her philosophy on love is that she's lying to herself, processing trauma in an entirely toxic way, and refusing to believe comfortable lies instead of painful truths about her own life. She couldn't deal with losing her child or with the idea that someone she'd loved and trusted had betrayed her (I know it was really Ravenna, but Freya doesn't know that until the very end), so she searched for some greater meaning in it, some answer outside herself. Rather than believe either that 1) sometimes bad things happen to good people and there's no reason for it and it doesn't make any sense, or that 2) she'd been naive and taken advantage of because of that, she chose to believe that there was some grander evil afoot that resulted in her life being destroyed.

Freya's philosophy is entirely meant to make her personal traumas easier to bear. All love is evil and wrong. That's why it hurt her. All men are selfish pigs who just use women and throw them away. That's why her lover betrayed her. Love will always end in tragedy and pain. That's why it happened to her. By believing this, she removes any blame from herself, and places it instead on the universe. This is more comfortable to believe than the reality of... I was wronged randomly and without greater meaning, it just happened, and that's that. Instead, she can now believe that she was but one victim in the multitudes that love has claimed throughout time. Well now how was she to resist or to avoid it, when love is just that insidious and cruel?

Where her evil then comes in is two-fold. First, she knows better. Freya isn't insane, as much as people like to label her as such. She's of sound mind, knows what she's doing, and knows right from wrong. But even knowing that, she chooses to feed her own lies. She chooses to ignore what she knows is the truth in favor of feeding into her own narrative to make herself feel better. Second, she decides to commit atrocities way worse than what was done to her in order to accomplish this.

Freya is hurt by what her lover did and feels vulnerable and taken advantage of, so she conquers to prove she's strong and not a victim, to overwrite in her mind how powerless and fragile she felt all those years ago. She lost her child and now has nowhere to go with her need to be a mother, and she has a need to replace the child she lost. So she takes the children of others and deludes herself into thinking she's saving them, that they're actually better off with her, and that she's saving them from ever having to feel the pain that she felt. In reality, she's causing them all that pain and so much more. She needs to believe this narrative, though, otherwise her whole philosophy on life, herself, and what happened to her comes crashing down, and she'll be forced to face and process the trauma she's never been willing to confront before.

But... Freya does love her "children," she truly does. I think she started out kindof deluding herself with this philosophy of... well I'm taking you from your parents and saving you from love to make you stronger... but then later on, she had to keep up that narrative or she'd have to face that she'd actually wronged them... and the potential fact that none of them actually love her the way she loves them. It's so sad to me to think that she was alone with that love, that she cared so much for them but then at the same time tried to ignore it and pretend like each time one of them died it didn't hurt her, when I think it did. I think a lot of her coldness was an act, and I would challenge her writers to show me more scenes when she was alone in her sanctum, for example after she'd ordered Eric to be killed, either the first time or the second. I think she would have felt real emotion for him, and for all others that had fallen as a result of her orders. But it was clear to me in the way she looked at her Huntsman, the way she spoke to them, the way she feared for them in having to tell them of Ravenna's new orders or when Ravenna attacked them, that she did genuinely love them.

What's even sadder to me, is that I think she believed they loved her too, or at least wanted to believe that. When Eric tries to kill Freya towards the end of the movie, she looks totally shocked that he would attempt such a thing. She even asks, "Why?" so incredulously. What do you mean, why, heh? He tried to kill you before too! He has so many reasons to! But she actually was surprised. Like why would you want to kill me? I find that fascinating. She was either so deluded in thinking she really hadn't done anything wrong to him, or she refused to believe that Eric really didn't think of her as his queen or mother or whatever else as she wanted him to. That's... so sad.

Freya also, aside from the fact that she took them from their parents gave them no choice whatsoever except to become soldiers, treated her "children" pretty well. "I gave you everything," she even says. They weren't starving. They had good clothes and equipment. A lot of the girls' hair was intricately braided, which suggests some amount of downtime and self care of each other, that they would do that for each other. They had personal items, weapons, clothing... Sara even was permitted to keep her mother's talisman. So they weren't like... tortured or starved or even prevented from having their own personality quirks, like Sara's haughtiness, Eric's comical humor, Tull's insecurity, or Leifr's overblown, alpha male arrogance. Eric's moments with Pippa, too, were heartwarming. However, they were psychologically conditioned and physically pushed to their limits, so some might argue that in itself was torture. But I argue that there's a difference in mentality of a ruler, parent, leader, etc. who would expect much from their children/people/soldiers but treat them well in return, rather than someone who just runs them into the ground without care, treating them as expendable objects.

Tiny side note, that scene where Freya is dissociating a bit by her baby's ice-encrusted cradle, or an ice replica of it I'm not sure which tbh, and one of her "children" comes to bring her her owl mask and he's carrying a torch... She has an emotional outburst due to her traumatic relationship with fire and blows out the torch, freeze-burning his hand. He's clearly afraid of her, even as he hands her the mask. A truly heartless, evil queen who had no caring for her children/subjects would not care about his feelings. But Freya does. She bothers to soften her expression and whisper, "It's alright," to reassure him that she's not really mad at him, and that she forgives his transgression. I think that's very telling for her character.

Larger side note here... all three times she orders Eric to be killed, Freya turns away. The first time, she says, "Take him out of my sight," and turns away. She pauses to look back, but decides against it. The second time, she tells Sara, "Kill him," but then turns her back and goes to the mirror. The third time, Eric even asks her, "Why do you turn away, Freya?" as she's being forced by Ravenna to condemn him and Sara to execution. I think this is an important window to see through the coldness of her orders, which many take as her absolute personality. Well she toys with them, she orders them killed, so she's a cold bitch and there's no feeling there. No, I think she does it because she feels she has to in order to maintain power, but it bothers her, and she would have preferred not to do it. She doesn't want to see Eric die, and that's why she looks away all three times. And her words to him when she comes upon him and the dwarves in Sanctuary, "Eric. My Eric. Your queen has missed you," I believe she was being truthful. She did miss him. That's her Eric. Her "son." Her Huntsman. Her subject. Someone she loves.

Another telling line from the first time he tried to kill her, was, "You knew, didn't you? You knew she would betray you and you spared her still." The emotion in Freya's eyes was genuine at that point. There's a coldness, an emotionless mask that she wears that's almost as performative as Ravenna's, but for Freya, it's very consciously constructed. She has to focus to maintain it, whereas with Ravenna, it's natural and even enjoyable to her. When she says that line, a piece of that same incredulity that she has at the end when Eric tries again to kill her is there in her eyes. She really doesn't understand Eric's behavior and his willingness to be hurt for love. Oh, Freya knows love exists, and that it can be real, she's just too hurt and too afraid to admit it. But what she doesn't understand is why someone would allow themselves to be hurt by it, as in her mind, Eric was. In her mind, there's nothing worse than being screwed over by love, so Eric's willingness to sacrifice himself for it is something that is so outside of Freya's ability to understand at that point. She can't be shown it, she has to feel it herself and learn how to do it through experience.

Also, I'd like to point out, going back to her turning away each of three times she order's Eric's death, that... bitch can literally freeze anyone she wants almost instantly. She can throw ice spikes. She can make a big wall and crush someone with it, I mean... Let's face it, if she wanted Eric dead... really wanted him dead, he'd be dead. When she says that line I mentioned up there and he tries to stab her with his dagger, she grabs his arm. At that point, she could have killed him. Easily. She didn't. Some might argue it didn't serve her purposes at that point, but I disagree. He was a thorn in her side and getting rid of him would have been easier for her and it would have "protected" Sara from his "toxic" love. Some could argue that it was beneath her, that a queen doesn't do her own dirty work. Nah, she'd frozen the two dwarves not seconds ago. Granted, she didn't kill them, but they might have easily been killed, since all those people she freezes end up on a life-sized chess board, and when a piece is taken off the board during a play, the person is shattered, essentially killing them. This was seen in a deleted scene where she plays such a game against Ravenna, but I digress. My point is, it would've been so easy for her to kill Eric, and Freya doesn't shy away from using her magic on people. The only reason she didn't, in my mind, was that she didn't want him dead.

And of course, Freya's final line, as she lays dying and is looking at Sara and Eric yet again in love and working together so well, "How lucky you are." That line breaks my freaking heart. It reveals so much, not the least of which is that she, after everything she'd said and done, still admires and envies those in love. It means she views love in a positive light in some regard. She views love like theirs in a positive light, love that's real and stands the test of time. I think she longed for that herself, and in that moment she realizes that it does exist, just... not for everyone. Not for her. But it does for them. And so... how lucky they are to have it. To have each other. My girl breaks my heart in that moment and I think this one line may have been the linchpin in why I ultimately wanted to write her myself.

But after saying all of this, I feel like nothing more than a Freya apologist, and that doesn't sit well with me. I can't figure out whether that's just my own personal alignment butting heads with Freya's alignment, or whether I'm really seeing things that aren't there and making excuses for a character who doesn't deserve the understanding or second chances. If anyone has any thoughts on all of this, I'd love to hear them! Well, read them, heh.

Alright now let's now take a second to think about why Ravenna did what she did to Freya. Because we can, heh. Freya in her youth was no threat to Ravenna, because as I've established, Ravenna is always out for herself and wants to be on top. By making her a sorceress and awakening her magic through trauma, she actually made Freya capable of rivaling her. Why would she do that? Well, I don't think that was her intention, heh. She had other ones...

In their first scene together, Ravenna says to Freya, "I suppose you are my weakness." That right there, might have been enough reason for her to want to hurt Freya. Eliminating any and all weaknesses is important to Ravenna, because weakness could mean death if it's used against her. But I don't think that's the whole reason. The way Ravenna looks at her when she's looking longing and lovingly at her lover at court is... a look of resentment. Jealousy. Is it possible that Ravenna envied Freya's innocence, or was jealous that someone loved her? Could it be that she was jealous that Freya found real love when she's just seducing and killing kings who only want one thing from her? I would believe that if I also believed Ravenna really wanted to be loved herself, but I really don't think that matters to her.

Could it just be that Ravenna resented her sister being happier than she was? Jealous, maybe, that Freya was happy and didn't need magic in her life while Ravenna was a slave to hers? Or maybe it wasn't even that meaningful... maybe Ravenna just saw her happy and wanted to spoil it. But maybe she knew the magic only comes to protect the sorceress, and Freya needed something to be protected from. She might resent the fact that her life is ruled by her magic, having to always feed it with beauty and blood, such as she does. It wasn't really her choice to have it, it was given to her by her mother. Maybe she wants Freya to feel that same kind of magic-made prison? Maybe she resents her carefree freedom to live her life without the burden that magic brings? I really don't know, my understanding of Ravenna is even worse than that of Freya, haha.

Also I wonder... if maybe Ravenna can't have children for some reason? Because at the end of the second movie, that comment she makes of, "Do you not think I wanted a child?" Um, no, ma'am, I actually would never have thought for a second that you did? Given your personality? XD But is she saying there... that she did? Her eyes tear up, which is interesting. Maybe... that is the root of it. Because she didn't turn on Freya until she realized that she was carrying her lover's child. It would also explain why she didn't just go after the lover, but also killed the child as well. Revenge? Retaliation? A temper tantrum? Because she was jealous that Freya could have children and she could not? Meh... maybe not, heh, since the mirror told her the baby would grow to be even fairer than her, blah blah, so I suppose it's possible Ravenna only went after the baby for that reason. But there was no reason to drag the lover into it. She could have just killed the baby, or compelled a random guard to do it for her, she didn't have to make Freya's lover do it. That bit right there... suggests Ravenna's motivation was not only the baby's eventual fairness alone.

So... there's not much of a point to all of this besides me unloading my brain on the subject of... why do I feel so sympathetic towards Freya but not Ravenna, when they've both dealt with trauma... and also, how redeemable is Freya, really? Am I only seeing what I want to see in her, or is there really something to work with there? I don't know, and maybe that's what I like about her as a muse, that I don't have her all figured out yet. That's honestly never been my m.o. before, heh, I usually like to understand a character inside and out before I write them. *shrugs* I guess we'll see the more I write them, how things turn out for her!

No, Ravenna, you will never be a full muse here. Stop asking me! XD

Meanwhile Eric wants me to get rid of both of them, heh. Muses, amirite?

Phew. Okay. Well. That was a thing I just wrote, haha. I have no idea where this came from tonight, but I hope at least somebody enjoys reading it, heh. Now that I've gotten this out of my system, I'm going to get to some other things! =)

[nyahkmenrah]

Uh oh! I have an alter who’s skin doesn’t match the body!

An analysis??? Rant??? From a fictive of an ancient Egyptian. This will be long, so more under the cut.

TLDR: these things just happen sometimes, but don’t be racist.

I feel like this debate has mostly been settled nowadays, but occasionally I just see a take so bad I need to,,, ramble about it.

So we’re all aware that you don’t always have control over who you split as correct? The same fact goes for what the alter will end up looking like. So no one is going around deliberately splitting alters of varying races just for funsies. Any good, responsible system will abide by the one golden rule that fixes the entire ‘issue’

Bodies appearance/conditions = the privileges you do and don’t have.

No, you can’t say slurs because one of your alters is from a group that technically could. Because they’re fronting in a body that gives (or takes away) certain privileges. I front in an Australian-Italian body, we’re pale as hell with thick, dark Italian hair, blue eyes, are trans masc and pass for able bodied (unfortunately for us, all our ailments are invisible ones). So I absolutely cannot be going around claiming to have experienced the discrimination a modern day Egyptian has faced (I’m also literally ancient, I have no idea what a modern day Egyptians life looks like. I’m pyramids years old). I can however, tell you about the shit you have to endure living as a trans person, or what an Italian living outside Italy childhood is like.

If the body is for example, Asian and able bodied, then you have the privileges/lack there of, of an able bodied Asian.

If the body is a trans European, you have the privileges/lack there of, of a a trans European.

If the body is black and disabled, then you have the privileges/lack there of, of a black disabled person.

No matter what the individual alters look like, are based on, have exomemories of, it all comes down to the body you’re fronting in. Use your brain and understand what rights you do or don’t have in the body you’re fronting in and act accordingly. It’s part is system accountability.

Next part: why would someone split an alter who is a different race/ethnicity from the body? I’ll give you a few reasons! But believe me, there’s more than these.

1. They’re an introject, like me! If you’re gravitating towed a particular character/person and end up splitting them, then whatever that character/person happens to be will end up how they appear in sys (although sometimes introject can form in a non canon way). 7ish year old Astro didn’t just go “I’m going to split the pharaoh” it kind of just happened, and now I’m here. Ahkmenrah, the ancient Egyptian, is now hanging out in a body decent from the Romans, rather ironic.

2. The people around you. If you have people from different backgrounds around you, your brain is going to remember that. And when it splits an alter, it may take the information it’s stored away if all those people around you and use it. If your best friend is Hawaiian, you could definitely split a Hawaiian alter because your brain has all these details and images of what a Hawaiian looks like from seeing your friend and their family all the time.

3. Learning. If you’re learning about a certain culture/civilisation school, or maybe you’ve moved to a new place, the same kind of information storage thing can happen. You’ve learnt all this information about the culture/civilisation, it’s sitting there in your brain and when you split, that information gets used in the split.

It is my no means bad to not match the body. These things just happen, you can’t really control it. As long as you’re using common sense and not saying slurs/ culturally appropriating/ speaking over POC your body is not a part of, there’s absolutely no issue.

Some people just don’t understand plurality, and want to be seen as being on the right side of history by trying to stand up against racism/cultural appropriation etc. and while I get where they’re coming from, plurality is a whole ballpark involving complex psychology and brain stuff that makes the situation very different than wearing something you shouldn’t be.

Your existence in your body even if it doesn’t match is perfectly fine. Your name is perfectly fine. You are perfectly fine. Don’t let people on the internet tell you otherwise.