#my enjoyment of it has something to do with parental trauma

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Who do I need to bribe to have more cute moments with this Stark family??? A double date with Tony/Reader - Howard/Maria maybe??? Or the CAAAT??? This family owns this site now 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

The Double Date

A/N: Dating with the Starks! Haha hope y’all enjoy :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Howard x Maria (duh)

Warning: Family fluff!!

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Tony’s pacing the living room like he’s about to brief the entirety of MIT on his latest invention, not introduce his girlfriend to his parents over risotto.

Maria is sipping tea, legs crossed being a picture of calm elegance. Howard’s scrolling something on his phone and muttering about how long truffle oil has been “a thing.”

Tony stops mid-stride, points at both of them.

“Okay. Ground rules.”

Howard barely looks up. “We need rules for dinner now?”

“Yes, because I’ve met you both.”

Maria raises a brow, amused. “Tony, darling, we’re not going to interrogate her.”

“You say that like you didn’t do a background check and a body language assessment the last time I brought someone to a fundraiser.”

Howard grunts. “That was for the blonde one who tried to install spyware on your arc reactor. I was being reasonable.”

Tony points to him again. “And that—don’t bring up the exes. Not even in passing. Not even as a joke.”

Maria: “What about mild psychological analysis?”

Tony: “Absolutely not.”

Howard: “What if I ask her to define quantum field theory just to see what she does?”

Tony: “If you do that, I will spill wine on your expensive blazer and pretend it’s an accident.”

He throws his hands up and sighs.

“Look, I really like her. And she already knows I’m a mess, but I don’t want her thinking it’s a family tradition.”

Maria leans over and pats his cheek affectionately. “Oh, sweetheart, it absolutely is a family tradition. But don’t worry—we’ll behave.”

Howard smirks. “Relatively.”

“No physics puns, old man.”

“That’s relativity, son.”

Tony groans like he’s aged ten years in the last ten minutes. Then, quietly—

“Just… be cool. She’s important to me.”

For once, both parents go still. Howard puts the phone away. Maria’s expression softens in that subtle, maternal way that could stop a freight train mid-rage.

“We’ll be on our best behavior,” Maria promises gently. “Because if she matters to you, she matters to us.”

Howard grumbles something indistinct but nods. That’s the best you’re getting.

Tony exhales. “Thank god. Okay. I need to go change into something less sweaty.”

Howard calls after him: “Maybe try being less nervous—it’s a date, not a war.”

Tony’s voice drifts back from down the hall.

“Says the man who once interrogated a CEO over brunch!”

Maria: “That was an enjoyable Sunday.”

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The reservation is at some impossibly exclusive Manhattan restaurant where the water costs more than a coffee and the lighting is so flattering it practically erases generational trauma. You’re dressed to kill, Tony’s in his smug rich guy element, and you’re along for the ride, radiating grace and just enough sass to keep him honest.

Maria greets you with a hug and a perfectly executed compliment. She’s all elegance and warm eyes, sliding into the booth like she was born for spotlight moments. Howard shows up two minutes late with the swagger of someone who invented the table you’re eating on.

“So,” Howard says, eyeing you with a smirk after ordering a $500 bottle of wine. “You’re the poor soul who decided to put up with my son.”

“She’s not putting up with me,” Tony cuts in smoothly, lacing your fingers with his. “She thrives in my chaos.”

“That’s called trauma bonding, sweetheart,” Maria says sweetly, sipping her drink.

You choke-laugh. It begins.

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Between appetizers and the entrée, Howard’s telling a story about “back in my day, we built machines with our hands, not holograms” while Tony passive-aggressively orders another drink and mutters “back in your day, you thought seat belts were optional.”

Maria casually roasts both of them in that delightful “don’t make me pull this family over” tone.

You? You’re enjoying every second. Tony squeezes your thigh under the table every time you smirk like you’re collecting ammo.

⸻

Dessert comes with a side of sentiment.

Howard—slightly tipsy and softening—leans in to say,

“For what it’s worth… I didn’t think my kid would turn out to be half as decent as he is. Guess that’s your fault.”

Tony goes quiet. You squeeze his hand this time.

Maria adds with a fond sigh,

“I always knew he’d be something special. He just needed the right kind of partner to remind him he’s not alone.”

Tony’s voice is a little scratchy when he murmurs,

“Well, lucky me. I found her.”

You all toast. The moment lingers, soft and golden like the restaurant lights. It’s rare for them to share space like this—rare for Tony to let it happen.

And as the night winds down, Tony presses a kiss to your temple and whispers,

“Next time we go out, can it be just you and me and absolutely no parental evaluations?”

“No promises, Stark. But I’ll make sure there’s dessert.”

[love44lew]

f1 men zodiac turn ons/offs

彡drivers lewis hamilton, jenson button, max verstappen charles leclerc, sebastian vettel

彡summary f1 drivers turn ons and offs based on their zodiac

彡genre mostly fluff, some suggestive content

彡note i didn’t really specify the turnoffs but tbh they’d just be the opposite of the turn ons. i did kind of hint them in some places tho!! jenson only got three because this is way overdue and i lost motivation.. :( i will make up for that in the future!! i included my own little headcanons <33 enjoy!!

!!warnings slight suggestive content, mentions of sexual activity, mentions of trauma

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lewis ♑︎

intelligence lewis is pretty intelligent himself so it would make sense for him to want someone just as smart if not smarter than him. thats why hes glad he met you because it varies between the two of you. sometimes hes more reasonable, sometimes you but thats just the beautiful contrast of your relationship

authenticity he lives in a world of people who fake perfect lives on social media all the time. its exhausting. thats why when he met you he immediately decided that he needed you in his life. you were one of the few people who didn’t condition yourself to his liking just to please him. if anything, you did everything in your power to NOT please him. like you love wearing purple but when you found out that was his favorite color you quickly switched your palette to reds and pinks just to play with his feelings a little. in the end he didn’t care what you were (or werent) wearing, he just wanted you.

comfortable silence lewis live life is busy and fast, its nice for him to sit down for once without having someone constantly in his ear about the latest incident with max and if a rivalry is comparable to 21’ after one incident. sometimes he just liked the freedom of silence away from all the drama. he doesn’t have to listen or respond to anything; he can just have his music in and do whatever with you in his arms or near him. you also feel the same way. your life isn’t nearly as busy as his but you grew up in a loud house with parents that talk loud or siblings always arguing. sometimes you just wanted to chill somewhere and not have to hear anything but the natural occurring sounds of the outside or the house. thats why lewis is the perfect man, one who knows how to shut up.

lewis is usually a very calm and collected guy. he never raises his voice and he always makes sure to keep his composure pretty well. sometimes when his team is really stressing him out before or after a race where they messed up his strategy once again, it gets hard to stay calm sometimes. when you catch his leg bouncing or him biting his lip really hard you always make sure to place a hand on his thigh for comfort. its reassuring and he can feel that you’re there to comfort him always. you feel the muscles in his legs start to relax as you caress his thigh with your thumb. he places his hand on yours, feeling the warmth as he sits back and relaxes. when you’re making out and you run your hands up his thighs, making him grab your hand and put it on his growing bulge after a while. you love teasing him until hes sick of it, but also he loves the anticipation.

looooong foreplay lewis never enjoyed the idea of a quickie. he understands its a “heat of the moment” thing but why would anyone want to rush the process of sex? every time he has had no foreplay, he never feels fully satisfied and looks back on how he couldve made it more interesting and enjoyable for both parties; so, naturally he loves taking his sweet time on you, testing what makes you react the most. hes taken notice that you enjoy teasing while clothed and kisses on your inner thigh. he likes it when you mark up his body, kissing biting and sucking wherever your lips land. the thing he enjoys most though is pleasing you. he loves your reactions and faces whenever he does something you like or your body begging him to go faster by grinding down on his fingers. or when you beg him to touch you, just gets him going. looking at you be needy and desperate for him makes his cock twitch with anticipation.

max ♌︎

max has always been rewarded for his accomplishments for the simple reason that he was good at everything he did. he received validation from everyone but the one person who it mattered the most from. max’s dad was never one to acknowledge his good doings unless he was winning on a track. even then, after winning his karting championship the first thing his dad said to him was “this is one step closer to formula one.” having you in his life has kind of filled that gap in his heart. you always make sure to praise him and not just in driving but also in little things. you didnt even need to be jumping and screaming every time he was good. a simple ‘thank you’ is enough for him to know you appreciate him. this specific morning you weren’t feeling so hot so while you slept in max made you your favorite breakfast with some coffee that had just the right amount of sugar in it at the perfect temperature. “thank you so much baby” you said almost crying at the actions of your sweet boy. “i dont know what i would do without you” you took a big bite of the meal and sipped your coffee. this is genuinely the best breakfast you’ve ever had. “this tastes amazing! c’mere” you held your arms out which he gladly accepted, careful to not touch your food. you leave a series of kisses on his face as he closed his eyes and a slight pink tint formed on his cheeks. “thanks.. i tried” he half smiled down at the food. “you did so good baby, thank you.” you kissed his cheek one more time before taking another bite as max rested his head on your shoulder, the redness consuming his pale skin. you swallowed down another bite of your breakfast before turning over to max. “did you try this?” he nodded and you placed another kiss on his forehead. max waited patiently for you to finish and when you did he took it back to the kitchen so he can cuddle with you until you felt better. “that was so good my head isnt even pounding anymore.” you concluded, which confused max. “schatje, it was just breakfast” blush fanned on his cheeks again. “well a good boyfriend like you is pretty good medicine if you ask me.” you giggled. max half smiled back.

movie night your veered your eyes away from the movie to look down at your max resting peacefully in between your legs, watching the movie that was playing on the tv in your shared bedroom as he takes another bite of the rainbow strip hanging from his mouth. movies was your second option after you had to cancel your last date due to you needing to do something at work which max wasn’t very happy about. you offered a reschedule, so now here you are. its summer break and he hadn’t cut his hair in a while meaning it was all long and fluffy, just the way you like. he looked like a prince with his messy hair, thats why you love playing with it. max looked back at you as you move some hairs to the side from his face, his bright blue eyes staring back into yours. you plant a kiss on his forehead. “my pretty boy” you whispered just barely loud enough he could hear. the warmth built up on his face as he tried to focus back on the movie.

more often than not, when youre kissing your boyfriend things always get heated. maxs needy nature and your high sex drive are a perfect but dangerous mix. simple pecks can take a quick turn simply because max can never get enough of you. every kiss has to be as passionate as his love for you. so when hes pulling you down into his gaming chair, you cant refuse him. you carefully step over and he taps his lap for you to come sit on. its kind of hard and the space is a little tight but you make it work. “you okay?” he looks around your legs trying to make sure youre comfortable. “yea.” you cup his face in your hands making him look at you as you take one last glance at his pretty face and clash your lips on his pink ones once again. he runs his hands on your thighs as you lightly scratch the back of his head with one hand and your hand resting on his chest. your hands move over to caress his ears and neck, his head turns slightly to the side, he groans into the kiss as you lightly pinch his sensitive ear lobe. max moves his hands down to your hips giving them a squeeze before running his hands up your back, his fingers tracing along your spine making you shutter.

charles ♎︎

affection but also space charles travels the world for a living and you obviously have your own occupations so when you two do see each other, you cant keep away from one another. he spends most of his year away from you so when he does see you, he makes sure every moment is special. charles isn’t a very clingy person but after not seeing you for a whole week or two, he needs his mandatory dose of you to keep him going. when he is away though, he sets his lock screen to a picture of you he took in secret. when you don’t attend grand prix he blows a kiss to the cameras because he knows you’re watching.

someone good with animals charles love for dogs has always been prominent. every time he’s seen a dog as a kid and as an adult his focus of conversation would always switch to that no matter what the previous topic was. when he found out you grew up around animals and shared a love for dogs he only saw green flags from there. thats why for your birthday he got you a little ball of sunshine. ever since leo came into the picture it has only brought you two together as a couple and as parents. a happy little family ♡︎

when you listen to his music suggestions charles has a strong connection with music. if he wasnt a formula one driver he would be a composer or a musician definitely. his favorite thing to do in his free time is experimenting with his piano. you enjoy when he plays so he recommended you to some composers. so when you sat next to him on the plane and he heard you listening to one of his favorites, he could help the look of satisfaction on his face. “what?” you pulled one side of your headphones out when you noticed him smiling at you. “nothing, nothing..” he looked down unable to contain his smile. “charlie.” you gave him a look. “the song amour, i recognize it” he looked at you again, his dimples still showing. “ohh, yea i really liked this one.” you giggled at his face, he couldn’t even hide his happiness. “that makes you happy?” he nodded. you leaned over and kissed one of his dimples “recommend me more, you have good taste.” you smiled, enjoying that you unintentionally made your boyfriend happy.

charles never really cared too much about what you would wear because you look stunning in anything. except when you wear lace, he cant keep his eyes off you. or his hands. he wrapped an arm around your waist as you stood next to him. he usually wasn’t too touchy in public, so this was new. “handsy tonight, arent we?” you smiled as he snaked a hand around your waist, for the third time tonight. “i don’t know what you’re talking about” he smirked at you. “cmon, what is it?” you cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “you’re too beautiful, i need people to know you’re mine” you rolled your eyes. “char, all ive done tonight is talk about you and my career. i think everyone knows.” he pouted “yea everyone talks about me, i need people to see you’re mine.” he slightly squeezed your waist. so now every time you go on a date, you make sure to wear something lace. he also buys you lace lingerie for you to wear whenever you spend the night at his place. he loves to see you in it and you love to wear it.

sebastian ♋︎

you returned home after a long day, unlocking the door and heading in, it was dark. was seb already asleep? its only 7pm. you hear the door close behind you and you turn to see a silhouette of a man approaching you. “seb..?” he takes your bags from your hands and hangs them and then gently pushes you down on the ledge. when you sit he takes your shoes off and then picks you up without saying a word. “h-hey!” “calm down liebe, its me” he walks you into the house towards the dining room where you see roses and candles circulating the room as you enter. the light softly paints seb, revealing that he’s wearing a dress shirt and is freshly groomed. he puts you down and pulls a chair out for you. “hehe seb, what is this?” you sit down and he takes the cloche off revealing a nicely arranged meal with bbq rib strips and mashed potatoes. “sauerbraten” he said proudly. “it looks good,” you leaned over to kiss him “you made this?” he nodded as he placed a cloth on your lap. “just for you” he smiled cutely. candlelit dinner, home made meal, and a fresh shave? he must want something. “alright tell me.” you narrowed your eyes at him as he sat. “tell you..?” his eyebrows furrowed. “what do you want?” you raised an eyebrow. he just laughed and you sat confused. “liebling, just because i want to do something special doesn’t mean i want something from you!” he calmed his laughter. “you’ve been busy lately, i miss you. thats all.” he took your hand in his and caressed his thumb on your skin and then placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. “now dig in, i know you’re hungry.” he smiled at you once more before picking up his fork and knife and digging into his own food. you cut off a small piece of meat and tasted it. it was good so you cleaned your plate, washing it down with some white wine that seb poured for you. you were so tired you just fell asleep at the table when you finished and seb was happy to take you back up to your shared bedroom. you could repay him tomorrow when you have more energy *wink*

you arrived home after a long night at the club. he was tipsy but able to drive but you were drunk after a night of shots with your friends. seb on the other hand isn’t really interested in partying crazy anymore. he was only in his thirties but he has the social drive of a 80 year old man. a couple beers and good conversation was a perfect night out for him. he walked you out of the car and to the entrance to your house. you leaned on the wall and admired him as he fumbled with the keys and finally opening the door. he held his hand out to help you in and as soon as the door closed behind you, you were pushing him up against the door. “schätzchen-“ he was cut off by you gently pulling him down into a soft, sensual kiss. he rested his hands on your hips, rubbing circles on your lower back. the kiss wasn’t heated or rushed. you slowly moved your mouth against his, running your fingers through his out grown and thin locks, that now appeared more brown then they did in his youth. you could only feel love for him and you have been dying to be in his arms all night but being constantly pulled away by your friends for more shots or karaoke. you grazed his bottom lip with your teeth as you pulled away from the kiss. “i need you.” you locked your doe eyes with his pretty blue ones. “in what way, pretty girl?” he brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek with his hand. “can you hold me” you blushed as you hid your face in his chest “please” you requested, words muffled. he smiled down at you, you were always so needy and cute whenever you were this drunk. always asking him to kiss you or touch you in any way. anything to feel his warmth on your body. he couldn’t resist you like this. “you don’t even have to ask liebe” he picked you up and you wrapped your arms and legs around him, resting your head on his shoulder as you felt yourself dosing off in his arms, barely able to keep your eyes open on the trip upstairs. he carefully placed you down on the bed, and you grabbed his shirt when he tried to walk away. “don’t-“ he was just going to find you some clothes but it was obvious you were extra clingy tonight. he carefully undresses you and removes his own shirt and puts it on you then discarding the rest of his clothing until he’s left in his underwear. he climbs into bed with you spooning you from behind but you quickly turn around and bury your head in his chest. you whisper a soft ‘i love you’ before falling into a deep, drunk sleep. he lightly kisses your forehead and whispers it back, eventually falling into his own sleep still holding you close and enveloping in each others warmth.

sharing music you wake up to the sound of distant music. you check your phone to see the time “four am!?” you notice one side of your bed is empty so you get up to see what the commotion is. you walk downstairs and notice the sound is coming from the basement. when you peek down you see a pretty blonde sitting on the floor and adjusting his guitar. “seb?” you call out, his head snaps up. “liebling? why are you up?” he puts his guitar down and walks over to you meeting you at the base of the stairs. “better question, why are YOU up?” you ask with a raspy tired voice and rubbing your eyes. “uhh well i was just playing with my guitar and i forgot to lower the volume..” he scratched the back of his head as he glanced around the room and back to you. “why at this time?” he paused and attempted at an excuse but you weren’t having it. “sleep wasn’t approaching for me so i just..” you ran your fingers down his hair then sliding them over to his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb as you gazed at him, a concerned look painted on your face. he avoided your gaze as he nuzzled into your touch, landing soft kisses on your hand. “do you want to talk about it?” he shook his head. “thanks though” his lips slightly pulled to the side when he snuffled. “can i stay down here with you then, its the least.” he nodded and you followed him over to the spot where he originally was and sat on the couch behind him as he plopped back on the floor. “so what song were you playing?” you leaned over, resting a hand on his shoulder. he turned and kissed it “i wasn’t playing anything yet but i had certain chords in mind..” he adjusted some things on the speaker and strummed his guitar checking the chords were right before playing them as you sat back and listened to his tunes.

jenson ♌︎

assholes with a soft spot you opened your eyes awake, the first thing in your sight your boyfriend gazing down at you. his hand on your cheek as his thumb softly caresses your face, hearts almost forming in his eyes as you fluttered awake. “baby—!” he softly kisses your nose and brow line. you groan and turn your head away, closing your eyes again and attempting to go back to sleep. soft kisses land on your face once again. “you promised you’d wake up early..” jenson whispers close to your face and you roll your eyes. “mm-m” you shake your head with your eyes still shut. “yes, you did” he slightly chuckles as he places a hand on your lower back and slips his hand up your shirt. you purr and turn a little bit over so he can continue rubbing circles up your back. “you like that?” he kisses your shoulder. you nod and slightly grazed your bottom lip with your teeth. he stops his hand motioning “im gonna need to see those eyes again then precious.” you sigh and turn back over and give him an annoyed look. “there you are” he smiles, the slight green in his eyes glistening in the sunlight. why is he always so gorgeous? “what do you want from me” you ask annoyed and raspy. “we made plans for this morning, remember?” you lift an eyebrow at him. “you promised you’d wake up early.” now your brows furrow “no i didnt” “yes honey, you did” “when” you questioned. “last night-“ “ah- see? you cant ask me anything before i go to sleep because i’ll just say yes to get you to shut up.” you nod as your eyes widen at him. “you still said yes” his head cocked to the side. you just stare at him until your eyes hurt and you fling your head to the side stubbornly. “die” you put your fingers on his temple and pushed his head away. he giggled and kissed your hand as you finally arose with a groan.

impulsive adventures you were sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window and you sighed. “what is it honey?” jenson glanced over at you. “nothing..” you mumbled. “love, talk to me.” he placed a hand on your thigh and rubbed with this thumb. he knew just how to open you up with the petnames and the gestures. “im just bored, thats all” you shifted your body to face him as he continued staring down the road and occasionally glancing over at you. “the crash after vacation is real.” you frowned. “you know, theres this one place-“ “take me.” you interrupted and jenson smiled. “didn’t need to ask me twice.” he took an exit and after a bumpy hill climb and lots of twists and turns you finally made it in the.. woods? “alright, what freaky shit are you planning now?” you lifted an eyebrow. “no, no not this time—“ he chuckled, reminiscing on ‘last time’. “that wasn’t even planned” he rolled his eyes playfully. “sureee.. cuz it wasn’t planned at all for you to take me to the top of an empty parking lot.” you recalled that night to him. “it was a beautiful sunset!” he defended. you narrowed your eyes at him. “baby, you cant lie.. it was,” you held your hand out as he paused, waiting for him to continue “…and we were all alone, and you were giving me those eyes—you need to stop with that look when you KNOW what it does to me!” jenson smiled as he explained. “what eyes?” you asked innocently as you leaned closer to him, slowly fluttering your lashes. “that—! you little shit, im getting out.” he hopped out his truck and made his way to the other side, opening the door for you. “cmon.” he held out his arms and you jumped off his truck and into his arms. he carefully places you down and you began making your way down a hidden path. “where we going?” you asked, squeezing his hand. “you’ll see” you rolled your eyes at the response. he stops walking and turns around, towering over you and obstructing your view ahead. “cover your eyes.” he instructs and you do so, covering them with your hand unable to hold in a smile. he guided you a couple feet before stopping you. “okay now open them..” and when you did you were greeted with a beautiful view of the sun shining down on a little waterfall, trees and other plants surrounding the ledges and a shallow pool of clear water lie beneath. you could only stand in shock at the beauty before you. “oh—“ your breath hitches as you try to form words. “and yes, i checked. we can swim in it.” your body snapped around in your boyfriends direction. he gestured and you took no hesitation stripping down to your underwear and jumping in the body of cool water. jenson joined close behind you. he swam under and picked you up from under the water, shaking his head as he emerged up and spraying you with water. “hey!” you flicked his head. “sorry, hehe” he smiled up at you, hair still dripping wet.

flirty banter jenson was doing some maintenance on his truck, he had been out there all morning so you decided to go and keep him company for a while. he was leaned on the front of the truck, adjusting something when you came up behind him and placed a hand on his lower back to announce yourself. his body immediately tensed causing his hands to slightly tremble and almost drop a screw “what the—“ his head snapped around and when he saw it was you, he sighed. “honey, you scared the shit out of me—!” he let out a half laugh as he put the screw in his pocket. he leaned down and kissed you, removing his gloves so he could put his hands on your hips. “im sorry.. i just wanted to see what you were doing.” you slightly frowned, feeling bad that you almost messed him up on whatever he was doing. “i was checking something, thought i heard some knock” he wiped some sweat from his forehead. thats when you noticed how sweaty he was, it was in the 90s this particular morning. his white tanktop was almost soaked, making it stick to his body in all the right ways. “you see something you like?” jenson smirked as he called you out on your staring at his torso. “maybe..” you half smiled back, glancing up and down.

[iamnmbr3]

Severus calling Lily a slur in a fit of rage and humiliation while being bullied - obviously very bad. James publicly sexually assaulting Severus - obviously much worse?!!! That was some serious sadism on display. Yet for some bizarro reason the narrative wants me to judge the words said in this scene more harshly than the deeds done, because at this point Lily - an author self-insert and the Holy Mother of this saga - cuts one off for their crime and falls in love with the other. I do not like that Lily’s romantic choice is treated as some sort of absolution, but it’s what JKR implied. Despite paralleling James’ actions with the Death Eaters ‘sick’ ’torture’ of the Muggles at the Quidditch World Cup! Idk, I was never satisfied with the lack of follow through on the implications of that scene, nor with the textual idea that Snape’s fixation on the Marauders is petty childishness, rather than a quite understandable trauma response.

Yeah. I have a huge issue with the way James is framed by the narrative. It's also weird because in-universe everything works fine. The problem comes when we look at the jarring disconnect between what was written and the way the audience is cued to react. James's characterization - and the characterization of the Marauders - is well done and consistent. They all act and react realistically given who they are. The problem comes when we look at how we the audience are supposed to react. Because we are supposed to see their actions as bad, but not THAT big of a deal. And uh...yikes.

The Snape's Worst Memory sequence is one of the most horrifying and sadistic moments in the series. I find it particularly visceral and upsetting because it feels real in a way that some of the more fantastical scenes just don't. It's so horrifying and personal in a way that Voldemort punishing his minions or a snake coming out of a lady just isn't. The way James and the others so obviously delight in tormenting and humiliating Snape is just horrific. And the fact that they do this out in the open and face little pushback and no consequences makes it even more awful.

Even worse, everything we see in the narrative suggests that what they did wasn't even that unusual for them. The behavior and dialogue we see from Snape and from the Marauders makes it very clear that doing this sort of thing to Snape is a regular pastime. The reason this is Snape's worst memory is because of the effect this particular incident ended up having on his relationship with Lily, not because of the horrible treatment he endured which was horrifyingly routine.

JK Rowling seems to like Snape. But at the same time I think she tends to have a view (common among TERFs btw) that discounts men as victims of assault. Because that's what this was. And I know if a woman had been stripped and exposed by a group of boys JKR would not have treated it as lightly. Yes she thinks what happened was bad, but not THAT bad. And listen I don't have a problem with the story depicting this and I think the way it is viewed subsequently by the Marauders, wizarding society and Snape all work in the story. My problem is with the framing and the way JKR has talked about James in interviews where it makes clear that she doesn't view this with the gravity it deserves.

James shows more of a natural inclination towards sadism and obvious enjoyment of cruelty and violence than young Tom Riddle does. And this is never dealt with. A lot of the real evil people of the world are more like James - people who aren't the way they are because of some dramatic backstory or because of trauma or whatever. They just aren't kind. James wasn't raised without love or forced to suffer privation in an orphanage or anything like that. He comes from a loving home with parents who spoil him rotten. He has a lot of privilege due to both his wealth and his blood status. And he is cruel and delights in tormenting someone weaker than him for sport. Not because Snape did something to him. Not because they quarreled and James went too far in retaliation. But rather because, as James himself puts it, he exists. Which is so typical of the bullies of the world.

I actually like the fact that Harry's father turns out to be this kind of person. It think it adds depth and complexity to the narrative. But I don't think JKR fully understood or intended what she wrote. She meant to show James as flawed, but not to the extent that she ended up doing I think. And I agree that has always bothered me too.

[wyverndreamers]

WARNING for extensive talk about the dsmp and the characters in it !! THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CC'S THIS IS PURELY STORY BABBLE

loving the dsmp revival going on rn (maybe it's only on twt but i don't post on twt, so sorry for dsmp posting on this account) but i really don't like how a lot of the 'revival' is bringing back a lot of c!tommy's mischaracterization as a whole. i can understand the URGE to smooth him out, into something malleable and kind of babied, because for a while there he was just seen as this really annoying character in fandom spaces pertaining to the dsmp, but i see this urge around the internet to turn tommy into a 'perfect victim' with his trauma when that's just not true at all. i say this as a c!tommy enjoyer, i used to watch his pov's RELIGIOUSLY and i say this as someone who has an appreciation for his story and hate to see it cheapened by this constantly crying, blue sweater wearing blonde baby i see on my TL a lot. apart of what made c!tommy compelling is that at certain points he was very petty, and abrasive. he would act on impulse, and not always in a good way. a lot of the time, yeah it did good in the long run, but in the moment a lot of the stuff he does are stupid impulsive decisions that could've ended in FAR worse scenarios. people really like to hold up his trait of loyalty but completely ignore that his loyalty to a fault always came with a subtle sense of ENTITLEMENT that they were supposed to do right, because he was following him, kind of like how a child would be mortified seeing their parents doing something socially wrong like yelling at someone else. and a lot of people in the fandom actually LIKE this aspect of his character, but mostly because it can add to their characterization of him that is of inherent helplessness and childishness. and its usually painted as a good, pure trait to have, fully ignoring how a lot of his childishness is actually willful ignorance- especially in the face of his actions and how they'll effect people around them. he might bend eventually and mutter out a sorry, but that's not something he really WANTS to do. tommy is someone usually fully fixed in his own perspective and you can especially see it in the way that almost every other character at some point gets irritated at him FOR this in certain places in the narrative. and a lot of people would actually have you believe this is a good thing, because they actually view tommy as always having a perfect perspective on everything all the time. they think because he's the closest thing we have to a 'morally correct protagonist' that he is inherently morally correct and thus should be worshipped like the next messiah that will lead the revolution against the evil-doers. except, tommy just does not have that inherently morally correct perspective. yes he wants to do right, but his sense of 'right' is not always what is 'good'. bro literally tipped the initial domino that led to Doomsday happening, and that's not to say that anything that happened because of him burning down George's house was his fault (quite the opposite) but he also knowingly burnt down George's house knowing that George was friends with Dream, and having the full knowledge of what they could do at least to the extent of the L'manberg revolution where they literally had a traitor on the in betray them all. he recklessly incited George's (and again by proxy, Dream's) wrath because he did a reckless action. it's okay to call this behavior reckless and brash guys, that doesn't mean you're saying he deserved to be exiled. i could go on, but again i say this as an enjoyer of the c!tommy storyline and arcs he goes through. i just don't appreciate it when the thing that made his character so compelling, is cheapened down because the fandom cannot fathom the idea of liking a character that responds in complex ways to complex traumas. maybe some people relate too hard, IDK i just don't understand how you can praise a character for being human and then take out everything that MAKES the character feel so human sorry if this wasnt constructive or coherent, i didn't beta read my tumblr post

[froidefille]

Day 6: edging/overstimulation 

📚 Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid

Draco/Harry, 169k, E 

Summary: 

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived.  12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends.  Only nothing feels perfect.  Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place. 

Wow, this fic! It’s a real kink playground; it has an abundance of stunningly hot scenes. I chose it for my day 6 rec because the edging scene in this fic is simply unforgettable. It’s vital to the plot so you feel the tension throughout, and it has steps and levels and layers and I just... wow. It’s all the way in chapter 11 tho so let me gush about this story as a whole for a minute 😅

Let me introduce you to this fic in Author’s own words, who describes it as “a mixture of Auror case fic and personal development, using BDSM as a tool to tell a story. I'll be exploring trauma, grief, consent, communication, how abuse in childhood might manifest in later life, dominance and submission and how those are two sides of the same coin in terms of power and control. I'll be looking at the pressures we place on ourselves and that society places on us to live the 'right' life, and how sometimes the people who are the right people for you change." 

AND ISN’T THAT JUST THE GRATEST MIX?  

It encompasses all the most delicious prompts: the slowest burn, identity porn, healing, difficult Real Life stuff and the cutest Scorpius to balance it out. There’s also a case and then there’s the BDSM relationship. All of which is so amazingly written, you will catch yourself at 3 am after 50k words when you only wanted to copy your highlights for a rec. Or something ^^ 

I will never tire of personal-growth-through-BDSM theme and that's so exquisitely achieved here. You come for the porn and then you 100% stay for the story! Harry’s guilt will break your heart, Draco’s parenting will have you feel warm all over and then the Scenes will have your brain and other body parts FEEL THINGS. I wish I could write eloquently about sex, but in the meantime just trust me, mind the tags and go have a read! 

A lil edgy explicit excerpt for your enjoyment under the cut! 😇

Then the low buzz came again. He could feel himself getting lost in it - lost in the cycle of pleasure without release. Ladon teased at him, the pleasure building again and again, the sensation never quite enough - never long enough to let it break. He felt as though he were cresting one wave after another, desperate to let it finally break on him, drown him. He could think of nothing but the bliss rushing through his body. Then Ladon moved the vibrator, trailing it up to his balls and letting it sit there, against the ring, the vibrations shuddering through his cock as well. It was a steady speed and Harry cried out again at the intensity of it, his stomach muscles clenching and his hips jerking involuntarily. He wanted - he couldn't -  'Y- Ye-,' he sobbed. Ladon seemed to understand, turning the vibrator off and taking it away from him, soothing his hands down Harry's shaking legs gently, as though quieting a frightened animal.  'You're doing incredibly well, Harry,' Ladon murmured softly, tone full of something that sounded like pride. Harry let the sound fill him up, let himself bask in it. 'You're so perfect. So good. One more time, okay. Just one more.' 

[siffrin-brainrot]

In Stars and Time, Fanfiction Rec

Information about the fanfictions I rec;

- I have no real intrest in romantic Sifloop, so no fanfictions I reccomend will have that as a ship. (Maybe implied, but thats all tbh) sorry Sifloop enjoyers.

- Most of these fanfictions will have spoilers for the game, achievments, twohat ending & more

- Please read the tags, if a tag makes you uncomfortable or is a trigger of yours, then please skip that one.

Joy of Sadness from SnickeringDragon

Description: Siffrin dies to the king in act 5, and we all know what happens when someone is slain by the king and full of grief.

Why I reccomend this fic: One because it has creature Siffrin in it and two (and more importantly) the plot is intresting, seeing the others interact with Sadness Siffrin and the cute moments he has. But the main question thats bouncing in my head is; If Siffrin can be healed what will he turn into? His Human form? A hybrid? Something else entierly?

Also checknout the Fanart from luckymagicbelle!

Thank you, kind wizard. For making me a frog by Spinning_Planet_of_Love

Description: With Siffrin's timelooping journey at an end, he walks away with a LOT of new information and trauma to process. Moving forward is a difficult feat, even with his family by his side. Mirabelle suggests that, perhaps, keeping a journal to organize these thoughts and communicate his feelings to the others may help, so he decides to give it a try.

Contains spoilers for ALL content in ISAT, including achievements, quests dialogue, and eventually the epilogue too.

Why I reccomend this fic: I love fanfics that bring back the Island or allow Siffrin to remember things from the past. The memories he regains here range from adorable to bittersweet and without spoilering anything, I will say that my favorite parts in the story so far are the Memories Siffrin regains from his time in Bambouche

Follow the stars back home by Loafabun

Description: There's an island north of Vaugarde. You were never able to remember its name. So why now? Why after all this time? It's so close. You can see it now. You want to go home.

Why I reccomend this fic: One of my first fanfics I read in thr Isat fandom and fell in love with it, thr sland is back and Siffrin (+his found family) reuinite with his parents. A lot of heart warming content between those three, with a side of Isafrin (a great fluffy story to read whenever you need a Pick-Me-Up ^^)

Traveller's Blessing by jammhammer

Description: [Spoilers for; 2hat ending] “What… happened after you drank that wine, Siffrin?” Odile asks. She’s finally out of the stupor. If you give her an inch she will take a mile, you saw her figure Stardust out once or twice, but just how much do you need to give her?

“I became a star and watched myself die a bunch. Would not recommend it. Anyways…”

Why I reccomend this fic: I would recommend this to every Loop fan or enjoyer, seeing them return to their Original universe and reuniting with their family was amazing. And don't get me started on the ending, it was amazing, the secret hand sign also comes into play again :D

Follow The (Blinding) Script by Gemidori

Description: Siffrin manages to take down the King himself. It doesn't work, and thus he finds himself at the brink of sadness. He wills himself to try again. This time, he lets go.

And then something else stares at his family.

Why I reccomend this fic: In this fanfic Siffrin turns into a Vilian after defeating the King and then starts to do small crimes, it's all fun and games until he snaps. Not to mentione the moments we see him fighting with himself, it's such a good fic and I have to hold myself back from spoiling the ending!

[scribbing]

Veilguard Review and Final Thoughts

All in all, I enjoyed myself well enough while playing this game and I've replayed it a few times all the way through and haven't had a drop in enjoyment while playing. Its a fun little popcorn playthrough.

I will say I think that a lot of balls were dropped. There were choices made that absolutely were at odds with previous games (ie: Crows are just fun and family led freedom fighters) and the absolute lack of the right tone or atmosphere for a Dragon Age game.

I also have a major issue with Rook. Namely that Rook is not the main character of their own story. They're the water guy on the sidelines of the team just there to shout praises and prop up the actual players. This was something that did irritate me early on, that lack of being anything but The Nice Guy with no real ability to push back/challenge/disagree or do anything really. You are just...a nice guy (or gal). But Rook to me had zero substance and never rose up out of that situation. Why is Rook in charge? Why isn't Harding? What about Rook is special enough to make everyone divert to their leadership? In my opinion, absolutely nothing. Rook has no real meat to them at any point in the game. Rook is overshadowed in their own faction by whatever companion comes from it. Rook has nothing special other than I guess Solas being trapped in their head which is absolutely not enough to hold a game's main character. Not to mention, I have no ability to make Rook stand for anything, make a statement on anything or various other options.

Now that's not to say that I don't enjoy more solid 'this is who they are' RPG characters because Commander Shepard of Mass Effect absolutely is Shepard, regardless of what I do. But even in that I feel more in control and more like this character has a viewpoint, has beliefs and has the ability to not be liked by everyone and make bad choices and refuse to be sorry for them.

Not to mention the companions....were not it. All of this 'they're going to be the most flushed out companions! It's all about the companions!'....no? Baldur's Gate did it a thousand times better. I was allowed to disagree with my companions, dislike them, hate them even, argue with them, have them 1000% disagree with me and hate me. Veilguard? If you talk to them they like you at the end of the conversation. If you bring them with you, they like you more regardless of what you're doing. To do a side quest is to make them love you. It's not good and it absolutely is not great character writing.

Also some choices were just....why? Why is Bellara falling over herself every other conversation to be depressed and sad and feel guilt for everything? In my mind I'm guessing that its meant to be sort of unresolved trauma from blaming herself for her brother but I'm not going to lie it started to get too much too quickly. Her needing to 'feel guilty over the gods, over the elves, over Solas and the Titans, etc.' was just more than I could take at certain points. Taash? Taash was not well handled in my opinion and there was SUCH a story to be had there. So much opportunity for nuance and raw emotion. As a mixed child of two completely different cultures? Heck yes I can identify and understand the story of struggling with the parent figure and learning to find yourself in a world that demands you pick one or the other and doesn't allow anything else. That was an AMAZING opportunity even without all of the extra options Taash had going for her and yet...it falls so flat. We don't get to tell her who she is...but actually no we will tell her who she is...multiple times.

Neve? Holy shit Neve had so much POTENTIAL!!! I'm literally foaming at the mouth at all the things she could have been!?! A literal Sherlock Holmes/Noir Detective going around and solving cases? I love mysteries and I loved Neve's baseline character design...in honest playing though it just...was meh. And at times almost...stupid? Which should never be something attributed to a character design like Neve's? (Her pretending to be a venatori will forever be the most eye rolling and pathetic dialogue scene ever). But also Minrathous? So many opportunities?!? Slavery, mages abusing power, politics, etc - and instead we get...none of that? No issues with elves or QUNARI?!?

Don't even get me started about the lack of Andraste and all that? We get a scene 'did we just disprove all of Andrastrianism?' and then immediately get 'oh but we should keep this to ourselves because you know they might hate on elves' like what the actual hell?

Davrin and Emmerich were perfect. No comments there. Just kidding, would have loved to delve more into their own situations and belief systems and just more? Emmerich's fears regarding death, Davrin's belief system and his need to have a cause and his connection and distance from his own roots. So many options!!!

And Lucanis...Lucanis. The guy I thought I'd love the most and I really can't tell him apart from a piece of soggy bread. His romance option was so painful, you're throwing everything at him and he's just ignoring you. Past that he's just...silly? Even not as a romance option he's a CROW, he's THE CROW...but oh its more important to know how he loves coffee...and how he cooks I guess? And Spite....WHY DID THEY MAKE SPITE THAT WAY?!!?? Spite had so much potential to be a threat, to be dangerous, to be something. Instead he's a joke. Lucanis is a joke. The whole thing with his pathway is an obvious joke. I'm still salty.

Also, I would have loved more Solas. More interactions with Solas. More engagement with Solas. And I might be a minority but less 'Solavellan' because there's something that irritates me that a strong, powerful, secure woman like the Inquisitor spent what ten years moping about a crush? They were never in a real relationship, he cut it off before that. TEN YEARS?!?! And she's still simping after this guy and willing to give up her own world to help hold his hand and pat him on the head? No. That needed to have been handled so much better. Plus Mythal. You tell me Mythal is this wise, ultimate judge and then you give me....none of that. Why was Solas so loyal to her? We needed more, we needed SO MUCH MORE to make it work.

And Harding? It's hard for me to say something bad about Harding but also hard to say something good. Harding is just...there? I don't know why she fell so flat for me when back in Inquisition I literally looked forward to seeing her at the opening of each new area and even had my Inquisitor romance her a time or two? But DATV Harding is just...meh?

So for a game so concerned with the companions and so hyped up about them - absolutely none of them really held up to the hype? Is there plenty of space for fanfiction? Yes. Is there any real volume to it without it? Not really.

Also, Elgar'nan and Ghil? The most bland bad guys to bad guy. That Solas spends so long warning you about them, Elgar'nan in particular, and then that's the final battle - that's the dude...I'm staring into the distance with an absolutely unimpressed look.

[hyperfixated-homo]

i am here to propaganda

platonic reinhardt and illari, emphasis on platonic.

i have seen some stuff on hanzo kind of adopting illari because they have been through similar stuff. but given hanzo still has his own stuff to figure out, i offer you reinhardt.

he has also lost people he cared about, but he still keeps going. plus he’s dealing with it a lot better than hanzo.

this concludes my propaganda. dadhardt ftw

sorry for the rant i have no one to talk to about this but please tell me you see the potential

I don't know if this was an ask for the hc game BUT!! I SEE THE VISION!!

Dadhardt is something so special to me because I always sort of view him as a mentor figure, but one that doesn't know how to be a father. At least, not in the conventional sense. He's understanding and loving and gentle but he's always more of a friend than a parent.

But imagine he finds someone like Illari. Who has no home, no family, nothing to her name but her abilities and her will. And he has never been a father- an uncle, a mentor, but never a father- but...

Well.

I CAN SEE THE VISION.

Now I will say I have always been a big enjoyer of Dadzo adopting Illari, but you're right in saying Rein might be in a better place to actually take care of her, lol. That being said, I also think it would work out because Illari doesn't actually need someone to "take care of her". She just needs support, and some time to make sense of her life. She doesn't need someone to guide her through surviving- she knows how to do that well enough. She just needs someone to show her how to be happy again, despite her trauma. And I think that's something Reinhardt could definitely do!

Might throw some headcanons in there too, just because <3

Platonic Reinhardt & Illari Hcs

Reinhardt, as an old soldier, recognises the trauma that Illari holds and understands how to deal with it. He can't heal for her, but he helps her through rough spots with stories of his past

Illari likes asking questions about Reinhardt's scars. Those stories are always interesting- either extremely funny, or founded in some epic battle. She doesn't mind that Reinhardt embellishes his stories sometimes- it's entertaining

The hardest thing to deal with is that Illari is literally magic. Like. She can summon the power of the sun. Now Reinhardt isn't unfamiliar with inhuman abilities but. How does one take care of a sun child?

Luckily, he's good at adapting. He doesn't treat it with fear or anger, which Illari worried he would, Instead, he accepts it with a sort of "well, I've seen stranger" energy that oddly helps her come to terms with her abilities

Illari uses her healing pylon for Reinhardt's old man aches. It doesn't work like standard medicine, and it can't exactly fix anything, but it can be used to treat it. Reinhardt compares it to getting a nice massage.

Illari doesn't like interacting with too many people, and doesn't fully believe in Overwatch as a whole. But she understands that Reinhardt has dedicated himself to the cause, so she'll help them with small things- usually lending some of her healing abilities, if they need it.

Illari is touch starved. Reinhardt is the most affectionate old man you've ever met. What more do I have to say

Illari doesn't love to sing, preferring to hum. But Reinhardt has such a passion for it that sometimes she can't help but join in- it ends with them dancing and singing through laughing fits, enjoying themselves and the moment

The first time Illari calls Reinhard "dad" is a complete accident. Both of them are shocked she did it, and both get quite emotional in the aftermath

All this to say. Thank you for the propoganda. Good concept, I enjoy :thumbsup: THANK YOU FOR SENDING!!

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

My inbox is open for prompts!

Please read her story before sending prompts.

My replies will be a link to the finished fic. You will need to log into your AO3 account to read the work though. I have my stories locked because of AI scraping the stories. They can't do that without and AO3 account, which they don't have.

You can send prompts on AO3 using this sign-up. I hope I put it together correctly.

When you do read the fic you sent a prompt for, comment at the end. It can be a keyboard smash, okay? Just don't leave kudos and be done with it. Writing takes time and energy, and I wrote it for you. Even something like "thank you for writing this."

If anyone feels inspired enough to illustrate what I wrote, you have my consent to do so. Please, tag me when you post the work. I'll then put it on AO3 so everyone has a visual for the story, and you will be 100% credited for the work. Fanfiction of my Rook is also 100% welcome.

As for what prompts are acceptable: everything. Even just asking questions; those can be answered with a story, but read below the cut. There's a lot of info available. If using a prompt list, send it using words. Not emojis, not numbers, but entire sentences. I will not go digging around to find whatever it is you referenced from a list.

Here are screenshots of the Rook I'm writing. Oh, and lots of info.

Her name is Anabel, she's 5 feet tall, in love with Lucanis (I learned he's 5'7"), a Lord of Fortune, and was 20 at the beginning of game and 21 at the end.

Some fun facts:

She's using a false surname.

At the age of five, her parents had to leave her to be raised by her Auntie Ana (Bard) and Uncle Ran (Crow).

From the age of four, she began training and schooling.

Anabel is a mage. Like her mother, her strength is fire, but she also has a knack for lightning. No skill for healing though. Her magic presented itself when she seven, but she was never place in a Circle.

She can pick a lock like a pro, knows a frightening amount about poisons, and makes her own healing potions.

Davrin was shocked when she mentioned both her parents are Grey Wardens, and he really wanted to know who they are. She doesn't gave him their names until after after the events Weisshaupt.

Lucanis has a bit of an crisis when he learns who her uncle is.

She left home at age 16 with encouragement from aunt and uncle. The story she tells about being a galley slave is only partially true. She allowed herself to be captured so she could free the other slaves and destroy the ship's crew and captain.

Joining the Lords of Fortune was, in fact, her goal.

Anabel saved Treviso, and it was due to the lack of an army, already occupied by Antaam, emotional attachment due to her uncle, and her having a crush on Lucanis. She only regrets she could not save Minrathous as well.

Harding was killed fighting Ghilinain and Neve was taken by Elgar'nan.

She punched the First Warden. Diplomacy was going nowhere, and she was in too much of a hurry to try. Zero regrets about it too.

It was declared canon that Lucanis has zero sexual experience. I decided to go along with this. Anabel, however, is not a virgin. Lucanis is aware of this and decides to do loads of research regarding lovemaking and sex. He visited brothels to speak to the courtesans, spoke to Davrin, Neve, and Bellara about how to please a woman and make things more enjoyable all around, read loads of romance novels and serials (especially any he caught Anabel reading; she loves the rather explicit stories), and applied his knowledge regarding pressure points and anatomy. Not one person teased or mocked him.

She doesn't get upset with him running off just before they almost kiss. Anabel knows he's dealing with a lot of trauma, and Spite is not helping. She is a very patient woman and is perfectly fine waiting as long as he needs to.

The age different does bother him. The dev's mentioned he's in his 30s, so I'm going with 32 seeing as that's how old my husband was when we married; my husband is nine years older than I am. Anabel is not a child. If she was, she wouldn't be leading this team. If age gaps bother you, get over it.

I head-canon the Caretaker provides for all their needs. By which I mean there's a bathhouse, the kitchen has a sink and hot running water, and the kitchen is larger than what we see in-game. Because I can. The chaise remains because reasons.

The prompts will help me flesh her out as a character. Keep in mind what I write is used to fill in the big gaps the game devs left. The game felt flat and vacant to me, and way too short, whereas the other games were rich and full. When I write one of the established scenes, I opt to not use the dialogue provided. Reading the same lines over and over again is boring.

[marbled-magician]

‼️ //🥀OOC🥀// ‼️

Hey guys, I hope all is well!..

Recently, I’ve been talking to some admins, and they expressed an oddly similar discomforting/uncomfy feeling about @//an-honest-endeavor’s posts that many others have been experiencing as well, including me.

Please, please, don’t go after the endeavor blog, or any blog that associates with him. This is just a simple explanation on why me and many other MHA rp accounts will not be communicating with him any longer. This is not a call-out post, and no one will be discriminated against if they’re close with the endeavor blog.

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1. Sudden flirty/ooc comments that is confirmed to me that the admins felt a little uncomfortable, but kept in character anyway to not upset the Endeavor blog

The anonymous admins for the Chrono and Overhaul blogs explained to me how they felt pressured into answering Endeavor’s reblogs. I understand where they’re coming from- especially the SS’s on Overhaul’s end where Endeavor gets agitated in the first 2 images- and immediately switch up in the 3rd SS where Endeavor tags Overhaul in a separate post. On Chrono’s end, the admin also felt stuck when responding. Yes, they could have completely ignored him- but there are people pleasers that have a hard time saying ‘no’ to others (*cough* I’m one of those people *cough*)

2. Denying endeavor’s actions that caused trauma to Dabi/Touya

We all are aware of Endeavor trying to atone his abusive ways towards his family from his past in the anime/manga, but the damage has been done and obviously it isn’t forgivable. The admin behind the Yumiko (OC) blog pointed these comments out from endeavor and it got me- very puzzled. The whole reason behind Touya being Dabi is mainly because of Endeavor’s abusiveness and parental neglect. The Yumiko admin expressed to me how stressed out they became when the admin behind endeavor went defensive, which I’m still very puzzled about because Yumiko wasn’t wrong about how parents could give their children psychological issues/trauma that weighs on their shoulders throughout growing up? Look at Natsuo, he wants nothing to do with Endeavor and refuses to forgive him despite him changing. If I was in the Todoroki’s shoes, I wouldn’t have forgave him either- honestly I’m with Natsuo on this one 😭

What baffled me the most is that the endeavor admin assumed yumiko’s admin was saying that all people with mental illnesses become serial killers..??? That isn’t what they were trying to say at all?? When I looked at the post myself, that just drew the line for me.

HONORABLE MENTION: #stopharassingdabi

My bestie that runs one of the Dabi blogs just showed me this SS of one of endeavor’s questions he sent to their inbox a while ago- They have more but they only wanted me to show this one.. This is not a good apology to your son, endeavor 😔

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I am not hating on Endeavor enjoyers, that’s absolutely not the case here. This person has made a good number of us rp-blog enjoyers very uncomfortable, so we decided to close contact with the account.

I’m not quite sure on how to end this off— All I’ll say is that if something or someone makes you uncomfortable, put your foot down and speak up. No one deserves to be put in a distressing situation. Thank you. ❤️

[aurae-rori]

hi friend, i am literally so glad i've found another dr. ratio enjoyer! you're literally such a great writer and I love your character analyses.

anyways, my curiosity is peaked, how is children of the city dr. ratio core?

First of all, thank you so much - haha, I'm glad that you enjoy my analyses and writings. I'm so sorry that it took me this long to get back to you - I had a few things to take care of, but I'm going to do a full analysis in your honour!

Analysis under the cut, because it gets really long. :)

"Sleep for a total of 800 hours per day And then drink a liter of milk Warm-up before you go play Only eat, or write Or pull the trigger with your right hand Only thing that's left Is to work on following commands"

I'm totally not projecting my gifted child trauma here, nuh uh... Anyway, my personal HC for Ratio is that his child might have felt monotonous being in classes that he was already too "intelligent" for. Learning things at a quicker pace than other children, absorbing knowledge up like a sponge - sure, the praise is nice, but after awhile, especially when you get to higher levels, intelligence isn't enough to carry you. You have to put diligence, effort, blood sweat and tears into what you're studying for, especially if you want to make a change, like how Dr. Ratio wanted to. It. must have gotten lonely, getting up only to do more researcher, eating only to go back to work. Following a schedule is wonderful, and he would have enjoyed the routine, but after being isolated from other people along with that, it might have made him feel subhuman or less than human for only being there for the studying of more knowledge. Eat, study, work, repeat. This is more of a personal HC rather than something canon, though. :)

"By the time you realize You'll be restrained to a desk And with your dreams on the floor, you comply Eyes chained to the test In 30 minutes, find a groom or bride Bonus if brunette In 90 hours, spill their insides Paint your room picturesque"

I feel like the prospect of romance is pushed onto children at a very young age - and that can be applied to Dr. Ratio. Who knows what romantic beliefs that he grew with? However, I believe this is less of him observing himself, but more of him seeing what the education system does to others, and how society molds others into the person that they "should" be, rather than what they want to be. Also, it could be a reference to academic trauma and placing all your self worth in your grades.

"Now it's time for another vendetta Going through the shelves Picking out my pre-written persona (ha-ah-ah) Children of the city sees only the neon stars Reflected upon the murky gutter sky Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be included in the city's night"

This is how I see Dr. Ratio holding a grudge against the Aeons and other figures of authority. We are all expected to be "good" and "well-behaved", and yet, we all look to the "city's night" - the approval of those who are in a higher position of us. We want to gain the approval and the praise of our parents, of our teachers - it's natural, after. We want to be included in the "city's night" - in Dr. Ratio's case, the gaze of Nous. He wants to be acknowledged by Nous and let into the Genius Society because his beliefs that were instilled into him as a child dictate that since he is hailed as a genius, he should be seen as one by the Aeons, right? However, I'd like to point out the usage of the words "neon stars" - stars are not neon. This implies that the stars are fake - I can also see this as a pointer to the idea of there system itself being fake, or societal "norms" being fake, as we are all unique.

"In four hundred thousand meters, turn right

Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body Learned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffee Snippy scissors cut down the strings I set myself free Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy"

Dr. Ratio following orders until he doesn't. Fitting in until he gives up on it. Setting himself free from the chains of what is expected from him of other people, but not by the Aeons - no, that's something that still stays with him. However, I like to interpret the idea of a "familiar warm body" being his own childhood - killing the child that you used to be in favour of facing the future. Coffee is also something commonly regarded as students or workers using it to keep awake during long periods of work and study - it talks about how he has known to fight for himself, or fight for what he wants, before he was told to suck it up and just work for the sake of others, for the sake of the authority. However, this might feel scripted to him as well, with the mention of a "proxy" - it was a decision someone else made for him, maybe? Who knows? Maybe his selflessness was originally chosen by someone else, and drilled into him?

"As we suckled upon the nine millimeter pacifier Swallowing the fact that other than to expand We had no purpose As my ever-burning will to stay afloat backfires I now know I must be comfortable being Who I considered worthless"

This is definitely expanding on the idea of being raised to just be used by the authorities. Also, this can also be a representation of the way that he calls himself "mundane" - he was called a genius and raised as one, and now that Nous has not seen him, he must be "mundane" and he must come to terms that he is exactly what he wasn't called growing up. None of their words of praise have any meaning any more, because in the all seeing gaze of an Aeon, he is nothing.

"Follow the city's ribbon To a heart nobody seems to listen It takes my heart being broken and broken again (broken and broken again) To know that I am the reason why (the reason why) The sufferings never end"

As Dr. Ratio uncovers the truth of his childhood and the truth of why he was raised this way, the empathy that he has suppressed comes back up. And this is it - because he feels for others, because he is so incredibly human, that is the reason why his suffering does not end. He cannot detach himself like other people, like other geniuses, and treat life with little to no care. He cannot, because he loves, and that is his fatal flaw. He listens to his heart, as well as his mind, and that does not make him a genius in the eyes of an Aeon.

"Do not go home until you finish reading the value of E. 2.71 8281 8284 5904 5235 3602 8747 1352 6624 9775 7247 0936 9995 9574 9669 6762"

"E" is a mathematical constant, and therefore is logical. It's called the base of a natural logarithm, and while my knowledge in that area is limited, the fact that it is called a "constant" means that it cannot change, just like all numbers cannot. It might be a representation of the idea of Dr. Ratio trying again to fit in with others, only to fail once more, even though he knows all the rules. He was simply born in a different way, doomed from the start. It wasn't his fault.

He was just human.

You can also see this as Dr. Ratio observing the world as he grows up in an "apathetic" and "detached" way - as he pushes down his own emotions in favour of staring at his own success to help others, knowing that his empathy will not get him anywhere in terms of a cruel world. However, he cannot help it.

Ultimately, "Children of the City" is about how we are raised in a society that forces the idea of work on us ever since we are young. We do not get to cherish our childhoods nor our youth, and are immediately turned to the prospect of how we can provide value to society. We are raised in a never ending cycle like machines, to be puppets to corporations, to be slaves by the desire of the majority, to never have free will of our own.

Summoning @ironunderstands @pepper-demon @misty-lilies @sleepyburito :)

[zanarkandfayth]

WIP ask! I've actually got three I'm curious about. First, as your local Ignis Enjoyer I'm legally obligated to ask about the WIP that's just titled ignis, lol.

Then I'm also interested in promptowreck, and in lost in the lucian countryside because me playing the game be like 😂

lol understandable XD as a local Noct Enjoyer I would have to do the same with anything just titled noct. so according to the file creation dates, the ignis wip is actually the first thing I ever started for the ffxv fandom, on february 4 2017. the first fic I posted for ffxv I didn't start until february 10th. at some point in my head I started thinking it was the other way around.

buuuut it's a fic that was meant to just be backstory about ignis, about him and noct first meeting (cos this was before episode ignis remember) and becoming friends because of the random ass headcanon I have about his parents being murdered gjkdkglskjgs and the trauma he had from that. I got 2.2K words on it but I got distracted by other fics and I was never sure what I wanted to fully do with it and now at this point I've just incorporated mentions of said headcanon into other fics and I just don't care enough to go back to it. I'll probably never finish it, but it's a shame because I do like what I have written of it, even though they're maybe acting a bit older than they're meant to be lol. little kids are hard to write XD

promptowreck is... well idk when you got into ffxv fandom or if you noticed this, but I swear there was a period in 2017 where everyone and their brother was writing a fic where the boys wrecked the regalia? and I really wanted to write one too 🤣 so this was my attempt at that. it was during my brief period where prompto was my fave instead of noct, creation date has it at feb 19 so a reeeeaaally early fic, it was intended to whump prompto but this was one of the fics that helped me realise I didn't actually enjoy whumping prompto or writing from his pov much. I abandoned it at 1.8K words basically right after I'd written the wreck happening, and while one day I would still like to maybe write a regalia wreck fic, it will for sure be noct's poor ass that I whump instead gjkldjkgls

the last one you asked about, the lost fic, is actually one of my three active WIPs which I think I've talked about on tumblr before so if it sounds familiar, that's why XD it's inspired by a fic by @quartzguts called Lost Signal, and there is a part where noct is fleeing through parts of lucis trying to make his way back to insomnia and gets some clandestine help from an unexpected source, and when I left my comment I said something to the effect of how I could read an entire fic just about noct fleeing through the lucian countryside, and, well... ideas happened XDDD

so yeah, it's gonna be a fic where he gets kidnapped and they take him out of insomnia intending to bring him to niflheim but they wreck the car in the rain while going through lucis and they all die and he survives and then spends a week just making his way through the lucian countryside back to insomnia, and a lot of whump happens to him along the way 🤣 he's meant to be all of fourteen in this fic I believe??? and I fuck up his bum knee multiple times pretty bad, and there's a point where he's gonna be chased by deadeye near wiz's ranch and in sheer desperation figures out how to warp despite not having been formally taught, he steals a chocobo at some point after that, he gets practically mauled by voretooth at one point, etc. etc.

the whole fic is plotted and I started writing it last summer and got the first chapter done but I just got into a bad writing slump around that time and was struggling with it and didn't like what I was writing. and now I've been slowly coming out of my writing slump but for the moment I've turned my attention to my main WIP, but I definitely intend to go back to lost fic and actually write it, preferably some time this year XD

(slightly longish) snippets from each under the cut if you're curious! anyways thank you for the ask!! hope I didn't ramble too much haha.

snippet from ignis:

Prince Noctis is a small, skinny boy of three with bright eyes and a cheerful grin. Ignis looks at him intently as they're introduced, looking for any trace of red in his eyes, but the only colour that shines back at him is a deep blue.

"Wanna colour?" the prince asks him once they're left alone, smiling up at him from his spot on the floor. For reasons Ignis doesn't understand, he has three colouring books open in front of him, and crayons are scattered all around.

Ignis shakes his head. He doesn't feel like doing much of anything. The lump in his throat is still there, and the echoes of his nightmares are still ringing in his head, the thunk of heavy boots and the quick burst of bullets, the quiet thud of flesh smacking against hard wood. He shudders, and squeezes his eyes shut tight.

"Are you okay?" Noctis asks, and Ignis opens his eyes again, considering him. The prince looks concerned, having abandoned his colouring to peer worriedly up at the older boy through the fringe of his black hair. "Are you sad 'bout your parents?"

It's the first time someone's directly asked him about his feelings. The neighbour who'd found him had set to fussing about him straight away, cooing and clucking and making him feel smothered with affection. Others have shown pity or sorrow, and done their best to coddle him. But they've all just assumed how Ignis must be feeling. The prince is the only one who's asking.

He takes a moment, trying to decide if he is sad or not. He thinks maybe part of him is, but mostly he just feels blank. It's hard to believe they're gone. Finally, he shrugs his shoulders.

"My mom's gone too," Noctis offers then.

Ignis knows. He'd seen it on television a couple of years ago, the funeral procession for the Queen, and the flash of King Regis' face a camera had gotten, etched into a stony emotionless mask, though Ignis had seen the grief lurking in his eyes. His parents had been beside him, murmuring about how horrible it was for the Queen to die so young, and how would the poor prince cope, growing up without a mother? At the time, Ignis couldn't imagine anyone having to grow up without their mother. Now he'll know all too well.

He doesn't respond, gazing quietly at the young prince.

"You can share my Dad." Noctis tries again, sounding endearingly earnest.

Ignis looks at him a moment longer, and then slowly, he nods. He knows it won't work that way, that King Regis can't be his dad, or any kind of a parent to him, and that even if he could it wouldn't replace his own dad, but it's the kindest thing anyone's tried to do for him so far, and the only thing that's taken his feelings into consideration. Noctis smiles, satisfied, and holds out a red crayon to him. After a brief hesitation, Ignis takes it, and at last settles down on the floor beside him.

snippet from promptowreck:

Prompto sighed, bored once more. He wished he could pull out his phone, but Ignis would complain about the glow on that too, even if he turned the brightness all the way down. So instead he just closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat, feeling the weariness of the day settle into his muscles. He really couldn't wait to get to the motel and just collapse onto the nearest bed.

A sudden noise in the road had him jerking upright again, eyes flying wide open. He could feel his mouth going dry, his throat closing up in fear as adrenaline suddenly began coursing through him. Though they'd only encountered it a handful of times, as Ignis did his best to keep them off the road after dark, Prompto recognised that sound easily—it was the sound of an Iron Giant, and more often than not those particular daemon types gave them a good run for their money.

His hand automatically fumbled for the door, preparing to jump out as Ignis brought the Regalia to a stop, but—

The Regalia lurched forward, racing ahead towards the daemon, and then swerved suddenly, sharply, swinging wildly across the road, and then the loud screeching crunch of metal on metal was ringing in Prompto's ears, dragging across them and making him cry out, reaching up his hands to cover them, only—

Only the sound was gone in an instant, and it took him a moment to realise the Regalia had torn through the guardrail and gone off the road, tumbling down into the hillside. He barely registered Ignis yelling "Brace yourselves!" He was too busy shrieking as trees suddenly began whipping past him, their low-hanging branches smacking painfully into his face and arms. Cold wind rushed around him, and the force of it kept him pressed painfully against his seat as the Regalia easily gained speed on the downward incline, and he tried to look out, tried to see what was in front of them, but it was so dark now, the headlights having been shattered with the initial impact, and he couldn't see a thing. Behind him, he heard Noct cry out, his voice muffled, and then Gladio's pained grunt followed shortly after. He couldn't hear anything from Ignis, but he also couldn't stop himself from screaming—

Metal scraping against rock, the shattering of glass into millions of tiny shards, and the sound was horrendous, and loud, echoing all around him even as the car jolted to an abrupt stop, rocking forward forcefully, and the next sensation was so disorienting that it was only after Prompto had landed with a hard thud that he knew he'd been thrown from the car and flying through the air. The sudden impact with the ground was jolting, making his head bounce, and then his world was nothing but pain. He had one fleeting, crazy moment to wonder if his camera okay, and then finally there was nothing as at last he passed out.

aaaand last one from lost fic, I DO actually like this bit even if I'm not happy with the whole chapter overall:

Noct looks towards them to catch the woman—Curls, it has to be a nickname, probably from the loose curls in her fiery red hair that goes down past her shoulders—rolling her eyes as she stretches her legs out on one of the beds, getting comfortable. It shouldn't, but it pisses him off. The casual, cruel way Asshole—actually, fuck that, he's calling the man Stab-Happy, Asshole is too close to the 'Az' the others keep calling him, and, well. He is stab-happy.

But it angers him, to be stabbed and then have it treated like it was nothing. He's being ignored, left to bleed, left to sit here tied up while sick and in pain, and he's even more thirsty than before, and now he's hungry, and worse than all that, he still has to fucking pee. And they can't even do him the basic decency of telling him what they want with him.

"Hey," he snaps out before he can let himself think about what he's doing, "I asked a question. I want an answer to it."

Stab-Happy freezes for a second, and then turns around slowly, raising an eyebrow at him again as one of the other men behind him barks out a sharp laugh. "You want an answer?" Stab-Happy asks, stalking back towards him. "Sorry to tell you this, pretty-boy, but no matter how much of a pampered prince you are, we don't always get what we want."

"Obviously you don't, or you wouldn't be pathetic enough to kidnap a fourteen year old just to get some money," Noct fires back. His brain is shouting at him, telling to shut up and stop being stupid before he gets stabbed again, or worse, but he ignores it. "Taking me was really stupid, you know that? Dad's not gonna let you live once he finds me."

"Shut up," Stab-Happy says, and then delivers a rough kick to his ribs. It hurts as much as the earlier ones to his stomach had, and he bites down on his lip to keep from crying out. "Gods, you're a mouthy little shit, ain't you? You're assuming your precious prick of a daddy is gonna find you, and lemme tell you, kid, that ain't happening."

"Says you, but we've already proven you're stupid, or I wouldn't be here."

The man who'd laughed before lets out a second one, getting up from the bed he'd been sitting on to come over and join them, hands on his hips as he looks down at Noct, pale blue eyes studying him. There's a prominent scar on his face, running diagonally from the far corner of his right eye to the corner of his mouth, and Noct easily dubs him Scarface. Some character in a movie that Gladio had shown him once. "He really is a mouthy little shit. Kid's got spirit. I like that."

Noct stares up at the men, his anger and fear warring within him. Scarface is the taller of the two, but only barely, and even though they're both fairly slender, with Stab-Happy more lithe and Scarface the slightly stockier of the two, they're toned, visible muscles attesting to their strength, both of them looking as if they could easily crush him if they wanted. He really should shut up.

"We'll see if he's still got spirit when I'm done with him," Stab-Happy says, glaring darkly down at him. He aims another swift kick at Noct's ribs. Pain blooms as a heavy black combat boot connects with his body, knocking the breath out of him, but he sinks his teeth into his lip again, refusing to make a sound.

"Hey, we need him in one piece," the woman says. "Don't fuck him up too much. You're already treading a thin line with the stabbing."

Stab-Happy rolls his eyes, kicking him again. "He's a big boy, Curls. He can handle it." Another kick, and Noct digs his teeth in until he tastes blood.

"You kick like a girl," he says once he catches his breath, because his mouth doesn't know when to quit. "My Shield's little sister can kick harder than you, and she's only nine."

A boot slams into his stomach, intense pain igniting within him at the impact, and he cries out before he can stop himself. Another quickly follows, and then a third, and then a second boot jams itself painfully into his hip, Scarface joining in, and he can't do anything but turn his head away, twisting his body in a pathetic and useless effort to shield himself from the abuse raining down upon it.

[candystevegrams]

To @16woodsequ,

You're just one of my favourite Steve fic writers of all time. With your 'Steve Rogers Has PTSD' series, you're actually carrying the Steve fandom on your shoulders. You really take the time to explore Steve's trauma and the effect that would have him.

There are some classics that stick in my mind like the 'Bucky thinks Steve is another asset' fic, the cabin fic, the hydra therapist agent one, the de-aged Steve fic and also the chocolate trauma fic. The Joseph Rogers A+ parenting series is also great. I love pretty much every Steve fic you've ever written. Also I appreciate some of the fics about asexuality/demi-sexuality (refreshing after seeing so many really fixated on Steve's virginity where they make it seem like virginity is bad/uncool for some reason). You're also just a good writer generally. Like they're well structured with well-written characters and well-explored themes.

I like how a lot of your fics have 'general audiences' or 'teen and up' ratings. I don't think fic authors have to do this or anything and I think people should be allowed to write whatever they want. I just like it coz it means I actually get to read a lot of your works. I may be turning 18 next year but it's just been great getting to read your fics and posts for the past couple years when there's been a lot of stuff I can't read or interact with.

I enjoy your newer work as well. I get so excited whenever I get a notification that you've written a new work or published a new chapter of a fic. As well as your older stuff, I've been loving your new works. The selkie one you're writing at the moment with a selkie losing their coat being all tied up with chronic illness, the long term effects of abuse and grief and all that. It's been written so well. Also the Hanahaki one was my favourite take on Hanahaki ever I think.

I love the historical research you put into your fics. I loved seeing these little historical details sprinkled into your fics. I especially noticed this with the Cabin fic and Steve being confused by all these modern products and comparing them to what he's used to just made so much sense. Your fics are brilliant on their own but the bits of historical accuracy just make them so much richer. I really appreciate the time and effort you put into researching for and writing these fics. Whenever you have one of your multi-chapter fics (though I love the short ones too), I appreciate the posting schedule coz it gives me something to look forward to every week.

As well as your fics, I love your tumblr posts too. I like your Steve-related history posts so that you can make your research available to other Steve fic writers/enthusiast. You've actually inspired me to do some historical research of my own for a fic I'm planning. Funnily, enough it's not about Steve and for a completely different fandom coz I'm trying to experiment with writing different characters to the ones I'm used to. Reading your meta posts about Steve are quite enjoyable as well. They're always so insightful and just feel so true. You really get Steve.

You're just an awesome writer and I hope you're proud of yourself for that and all the amazing Steve content you've brought into this world. :)

@16woodsequ You have a candygram! 🍬

[meowdei]

i think the reason ppl like to write wriothesley as smooth and in control and knowing what hes doing all times is bc its like. easy? im not saying theyre Falling For The Facade(tm) or anything but its just very easy to look at what he outwardly presents and accept that as all there is to it. even if you take the caveat of "well of course he has hidden depths, he even jokes about having trust issues" its one thing to go, well, hes not perfect, and another to actually think about how those imperfections would manifest, if that makes sense?

actually i feel that the... casual? way wrio presents himself with IS part of (gestures widely) his problems with personal connections. if he jokes about his issues and redirects questions about his past he doesnt need to open up, because haha, hasnt he already told you he has problems trusting people?

anyway. the way you explained that Hey Actually, Maybe The Consequences Go Deeper Than Just Surface Level is just 👌 A+ elaboration. but idk as i said its easy to just stay at that surface level and not do anything more than that. (not that ppl need to, i mean. we are all here for fun. if you simply want to write about getting railed theres nothing wrong with that obv. its just that sometimes the hornyposting simply boils down complex characters to Smooth Dom(tm) when itd be way more interesting to dig a little deeper imo)

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You know I agree I think a lot of times people just want to write a surface level interaction of a relatively simple moment without too much thought of his inner turmoil/trauma and that’s okay. I think they’re enjoyable reads. I think my disconnect with his more “fanon” interpretation as I’ll call it is that I think the persona he has during his surface level interactions sort of gets confused for how he’d react to anything beyond the surface too. It’s not so much that people interpret his emotional maturity and his trauma responses differently than me, but it almost feels like those things aren’t a factor at all when he’s written in something that’s anything a little more on the emotional side if that makes sense. Like it just feels like they are writing someone who’s entirely separate from the trauma and dark past that he has. TO ME, and I say this very emphasized, TO ME, a lot of times it feels like he’s written as though he never had any trauma to begin with—and I don’t necessarily think all of his trauma has to always be tied with his parents. That’s a large factor, yes, but there’s also the fact that a lot of his basic needs as a child, both physically and mentally, were not met and arguably, still are not really met at all. He still hardly sees the sun. It’s implied the fortress doesn’t smell the greatest and he’s used to that. He craves companionship from perhaps a pet or a small creature of sorts but ultimately decides it’s unethical to have a living creature there with him. Most of his character centers around being failed to be provided by the basics of what nurtures a healthy individual, so it’s only natural that when he’s put in an actual intimate relationship where both people are required to meet each others needs, he will fall short. And that’s okay, ofc—I don’t think he’s a bad partner for it, but I do think that writing him in more vulnerable and emotionally charged scenes if people are, requires a little more instability from him regarding his own understanding of what he’s thinking himself. And I only really complain about the absence of this instability when I am reading a scene that feels like it’s intended to be emotionally charged/vulnerable.

WHICH again, I’m not saying that my interpretation is the law LOLLLL I’m sure a lot of ppl disagree with my portrayals and that’s okay. But I do personally think that a lot of his outward charm and charisma gets confused for him being healed and having a grip on his complicated feelings about intimacy and trust in general. I think that in a deeply close and intimate relationship, a lot of his unresolved feelings would start to show up in a bit of a juvenile manner of handling them and that’s because, again, his ability to actually focus on his feelings and process them was stunted at a very juvenile age where he only could focus on survival as his main concern.

THAT BEING SAID. Everyone is entitled to their own understanding of his character and I think people are very talented when it comes to writing him. But I am also just extremely picky and wish more fics that overlapped with my own interpretation would come my way bc I wanna read them and enjoy them 😔

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Please may I have a Blue exorcist headcanons Platonic of when Rin and Yukio somehow ended up having to watch you, permanently (young female reader demon rabbit who took on the form of a little girl..she isn't much older than five if people took one look at her but she's actually older than that and she had the resemblance of Usumaro *the little boy from the Blue exorcist movie* and she is generally his female version..she is actually..Usumaro's little sister and the history was that she was given the rule to make sure that he didn't cause harm but obviously he did it behind her back when he erased the bad memories of the villagers and you can restore bad memories or important ones in that case) and you didn't really like Yukio and you were either so quiet you refused to respond or you just caused him trouble for the sake of it..you actually bit him when he tried putting you in a cage like an animal..you started being nicer when he actually treated you with respect like how you wanted to be respected..you didn't like being treated like a pest..it was cruel. You were really sweet when you were able to be more like a kid despite the type of demon you were..you loved Rin's cooking and You spoke in third person..you were on edge because people could potentially use you as an advantage to make people go through bad things (like making a child go through the trauma of losing her parents again in a car accident). You somehow make flowers bloom around you when you are happy too..

Rin's relationship with you

Yukio's relationship with you..

*It is Platonic mind..*

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandom: Blue Exorcist

Characters: Rin Okumura and Yukio Okumura x young! rabbit demon! gn! Reader (platonic)

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You’re a young rabbit demon who has been placed in the care of the Okumura brothers. What do the brothers think of this situation?

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Rin is honestly a little surprised that people trust him enough to look after a kid. But at the same time, he’s one of the few people who can really connect with a demon so he supposes it makes sense.

Thinks you’re so funny when you ignore Yukio or cause problems for him, especially since Yukio does kind of deserve it.

Loves cooking for you! He thinks it’s great when people eat his cooking for enjoyment as well as just because they’re hungry. He enjoys listening to you compliment his food and if flowers start blooming due to your enjoyment, he’ll be over the moon.

Rin finds it sad that you’re always so on edge but understands why you’re like that. People are always after him for his powers as well so he can understand what you’re going through.

Yukio is not pleased when he finds out he has to care for a demon child. He already has to deal with Rin on a daily basis. He really doesn’t have time to deal with another person he has to care for.

It also doesn’t help that you’re not exactly making it easy for him. But as soon as he realises your behaviour is directly linked to how he treats you, he’ll try to be nicer.

The longer he knows you, the more protective he is of you. He knows you’re on edge a lot due to your fear of your powers being used by the wrong people so he’ll do whatever he can to make you feel safe.

He likes seeing flowers bloom around you when you’re feeling joyful. It’s a visual representation that he’s doing the right thing in making you happy.

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[sapphic-sex-ed]

Heyyo, same person but on anon.

Will repeat main points ig. Ok so, just got a partner we both are 15 years old. Except I have no idea how a relationship works, I didn't get any teaching from my parents. So she isn't that used to affection because of her parents but she's fine with me because she said so. So I wanna make her comfortable with me and my affectionate because I'm a physical touch type of person so wtf do I do?? I didn't get an instruction manual with this. (How do you kiss someone btw??). Oh yea, she was my best friend before this

ANYWAYS, HELP PLEASE.

If I remember correctly, you said in your off-anon ask that your gf wasn’t comfortable with anyone touching her, as well as general affection, except you. That’s common for people who have either been harmed or emotionally neglected as children. That she has said that she likes it when you touch her is great! It’s both good communication and it means she is comfortable with and trusts you!

People who have been through relationship trauma (childhood or as adults) can very often have a hard time setting and/or keeping boundaries. It just so happens that my current partner has CPTSD from childhood trauma and neglect so I’ll tell you what I do to make sure I don’t cross or ignore boundaries:

Go slow! Early on I would be hesitant to touch too much and I was very observant on my partner’s reactions. If I noticed they seemed relaxed when I did something, I would try to do more like that and judge reactions.

Listen to their spontaneous communications! Sometimes, people will straight up ask us for what they need without prompting. My partner would start asking for me to scratch their back because it calms them down, so now I have started scratch their back, their head, their arms and hands if I notice they seem tense.

Check in! When you are the one initiating the touch, always check in pretty soon that the touch has the effect you want (soothing, comforting, affectionate etc). Then, if they say yes and you continue, check in again some time later. It doesn’t need to be in a formal “do you find enjoyment in this activity” way but just a simple “you seem cozy” and they can confirm or deny.

Learn their body cues! Like I said in 2., once I realized my partner finds getting scratched soothing I started doing it when I noticed they got tense or stressed. So pay attention to how they act when they feel certain emotions! Your partner is your best friend so you should already know some cues, but part of deepening intimacy is leading to read one another and acting on that non-verbal connection.

Ask! If you are unsure how a touch would be received by them, but you want to give one, ask them if it’s okay!

The thing with trauma is that it disempowers you, makes you feel small, alone, and completely without power or control. That’s why the core in interacting with traumatized friends and family should always be empowerment, that is, giving control back to them. Help them set and maintain boundaries, ask for consent, learn to see that they might want you to stop or start a touch without them having to ask. That’s key.

For the kissing question, I tried to find an old ask where I think mod Kris answered in good detail but alas tumblr search “function” let me down. Anyways, it’s not that complicated. For a simple peck, just press your lips to the body part you want to kiss. For a proper kiss, same thing but towards the lips, hold longer and separate your lips somewhat. Tongues don’t need to be involved if you don’t want to. I tend to not kiss with tongue bc I’ve always felt awkward about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-mod liz