#never apologize for rambling i love rambling

[i-dared-myself]

ATEEZ x Ninth Member Headcanons

ATEEZ x reader

Slightly NSFW for but not so much so that I’m marking this 18+

Requested by anonymous: OMG YOU TAKE REQUESTS???? YOUR BLOG IS SO PERFECT Ahem- sorry, I got excited !!! Could I please request an ATEEZ 9th member au headcanons??? I've seen the skz one and now you made me want to see the idea with Ateez too!

Ahhh I’m so sorry to people who made requests before this one! I promise I'm still working on those ones, I just got really excited about ATEEZ!!!

•Hongjoon welcomes you to the group with a warm smile. He leads you to meet the others, and you know it will be chaos when you see them.

•You never feel out of place for a moment. They all make you feel welcome, and you try your very best to return that enthusiasm as you settle into the group.

•Your room is off from the others. Sometimes you like it that way, other times you don’t. It really depends.

•You like it on days where San is looking for someone to bother and Seonghwa isn’t around. You son’t like it on the nights that you have terrible dreams thay leave you sobbing into your pillows when you wake.

•When that happens, you push your door open and wander down the dark hallways. Wooyoung is always ready to comfort you, usually by using his body warmth to soothe you to sleep. And he’s not going to say anything if he gets a free cuddle out of it.

•Jongho stays up with you. You don’t mention what happened in the dreams, and he doesn’t press for an answer. Eventually you fall asleep and he doesn’t risk waking you, instead leaving you in his bed.

•Yeosang is always a bit unsure of himself. But then he remembers there’s no cameras around and you need him. So he mutters words of assurance to you and awkwardly pats your back.

•Hongjoon brings you to the kitchen with him. He either makes you a hot chocolate or a tea, depending on your mood. He lets you snuggle up to his side on the couch as you drink it, telling you about his day.

•Seonghwa immediately tugs you into his bed. He covers you in his blankets and coos about how brave you are. Sure it’s a bit ridiculous to be coddled at your age, but you soak up the love regardless.

Yunho listens as you blabber on about whatever it is. You cry into his shoulder as he rubs circles on your back. Eventually you can’t even remember what it is that woke you and doze away in his grasp.

•San groans as you poke him until he wakes up, but is fast to sit up. His brain is too foggy with sleep to really understand what’s happening, but he tosses you over his shoulder before depositing you in your bed and returning back to sleep right there on the floor. It’s the thought that counts, and that helps you.

•Mingi mutters about how he can take your nightmares in a fight, which makes you giggle. He rambles nonsense about how he’s tougher than whatever it is you’re kept up by. He’s silly and makes you laugh when you need it most.

•When your birthday comes around, you barely make it out with your life. You do your live as you were supposed to, and it goes by smoothly. No hiccups or cakes being smushed into faces.

•Then Yeosang calls you into the kitchen, and you’re awestruck by the pile of gifts on the counter, next to the worst cake you’ve ever seen.

•It’s hideous. Your name is scrawled out messily across the top in a colour that absolutely doesn’t match the frosting on the rest of it. There’s a huge crack down the centre, and you’re pretty sure you’re about to cry.

•“I told you it was fucking ugly!” Wooyoung hisses to Yunho, smacking his arm.

•You whisper that you love it, much to their surprise. Hongjoon cuts you a slice before putting it out in front of you. They sing happy birthday to you before you take a bite.

•You’re the only one to eat any of the dessert, because apparently they already ate two entire cakes. They screwed up the others even worse than the one they presented to you and didn’t know how else to discard of the evidence.

•They apologize for not just buying you a cake, and you ban them from ever buying you one. It becomes a yearly tradition for them to bake you one from scratch, and each cake gets better than the last.

•Probably because the first one gives you food poisoning. They apologize numerous times from your hospital bed, but you assure them that you’re fine.

•Your water bottle is covered with stickers. Whenever you travel in the world for a tour, Wooyoung buys you a sticker to remember it. You cry when you lose the bottle, and Hongjoon purchases you a new one.

•The rest of them pitch in to get you a bunch more stickers, until your water bottle is unrecognizable.

•Your room itself was plain when you moved in. The walls were white, the closet was empty, and the curtains were a depressing beige.

•Now, everything is slathered with your favourite colours. Mingi and San help hang the new curtains, while Yeosang and Seonghwa paint the walls. Jongho whines as he pinches his finger putting your new bed together with Hongjoon, and Yunho proudly displays glowing stars on your wall.

•It feels like home in a way you can’t describe, especially when Wooyoung trips and puts a hole in the plaster of your room. Everyone yells at him, and you don’t repair the dent.

•The day Mingi finds a bloody pad in the bathroom garbage is perhaps the most stressful day of your life. Even more so than your auditions and exams.

•He sprints into the living room, waving his arms around. He (thankfully) left it in the bathroom and didn’t touch it. “Someone here is dying!”

Hongjoon jumps to his feet, eyebrows pulling together in concern. He demands to know which member of the group has a deadly disease/alien parasite living inside them.

•You quietly admit it’s your period, and they all freeze. In all their time living with you, it hadn’t occurred to them that you went through cycles. Logically you did, but they never put two and two together.

•Seonghwa (again) coos about what a poor thing you are. You just want to curl up and die as he lifts you onto his lap and announces to the others that you’re so strong and brave.

•To which you tell him you’re not a child and stomp away to your room, slamming the door shut.

•The irony does not escape you.

•They all knock on your door, murmuring about how Seonghwa is an idiot. They promise to make him cook dinner, and anything you desire. Waffles do sound pretty good, so you open your door.

•Seonghwa is shoved closer and says how deeply sorry he is for offending you. San scratches his head and adds that you are so brave and strong.

•They all grown as you slam the door in their faces. They scold him insistently, before Seonghwa and San defend themselves.

•“I’m just saying I would be terrified to find blood coming out of me one day!” San exclaims. Seonghwa murmurs agreement. You peek out of your room hesitantly. He continues, “And having to just go on with your normal life? Yikes.”

•So you forgive them. The waffles you eat that night are fluffy and delicious.

•It’s well-known that ATEEZ is… freaky. They’re wholesome and sweet, but they’re a bunch of nasty freaks (Endearing term). You were shocked the first time Mingi used a microphone as a pretend-dick and jerked it off. That first time San kissed Wooyoung on the lips? You were horrified.

•You’ve grown used to it. You don’t even bat an eye when Jongho thrusts into the air. You’re not quite up to their level, but your face doesn’t heat up at their lewd actions, anymore.

•Although you do get flustered when they drag you into it. You cover your eyes with your hands as Seonghwa’s eyes roll back from where he’s straddled beneath you. You shriek as Yeosang slaps a hand on the wall next to your head, and nearly pass out when Hongjoon’s fingers curl around your throat.

•All of this is part of skits (You’re fairly certain of this, at least) and carefully thought out and planned ahead of time. For the days afterwards, you stay off of social media and ignore your mom’s calls.

•The time you nearly drown is a harrowing event. You take a short walk near the site you’re filming a vlog. You promise Yunho you’ll take security with you before you grab a jacket and follow a trail.

•You’re standing at the edge of a river when you realize your personal guard went on a lunch break. You sigh and turn to return to the group, not wanting to be out without protection.

•Then the dirt beneath your heel crumbles as you tumble into the rushing waters. A scream is ripped from your throat as everything is turned upside down and sideways and-

•You’re pulled onto the riverbank and gasp for air. Your eyes struggle to open, and you hear the panicked cries of the other members.

•“Who’s giving her mouth to mouth?” Yeosang shouts. The others fall into an eerie silence as you try and gather the words to tell them to back the fuck off.

•You manage to peel your eyes open, just in time to prevent San’s mouth from lowering to yours. You push him away before vomiting to the side.

•Hongjoon refuses to do any other filming that day, and brings you back home. Seonghwa cocoons you in blankets and curls up on the couch next to you. Mingi makes you a warm drink while Wooyoung runs his fingers through your hair.

•Jungho is the one to turn a movie on to distract you from your racing thoughts. Yunho dumps a bag of chips into a bowl and places it in front of you, but you’re arms are wrapped up too tightly for you too eat them.

•So Yeosang is the selfless hero who consumes the snack, telling you about how bad they taste and not to worry. When you point out that he could just feed them to you, he conveniently goes deaf from San yelling in his ear.

•And when you have nightmares that night from almost dying, you know you have plenty of people to go to.

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[techhiz]

May I request a TFP Ratchet x femme cybertronian reader with Ratchet being protective.

-🦝 anon

Worried Rambles.

Ratchet was not one to mince words, especially when it came to safety. The war had taken so much from all of them—Cybertron, their comrades, their sense of peace—and he was determined not to lose anyone else. Particularly not you.

It wasn’t a secret among the Autobots that Ratchet had a soft spot for you. His stern lectures and sharp remarks softened in your presence, his touch gentler when tending to your wounds. Though he never admitted it outright, it was clear to anyone paying attention that his feelings ran deeper than mere camaraderie.

And so, when you disobeyed his direct order to stay behind during the latest skirmish, Ratchet was furious.

The Decepticons had launched a surprise attack on a nearby energy facility. Optimus had called for immediate backup, but Ratchet, ever the pragmatic one, had insisted you stay behind to assist him at the base.

"You're not a front-liner," he had said firmly, his optics narrowing as he spoke. "We need your skills here, not out there where it's dangerous."

But the idea of staying behind while your comrades risked their lives didn’t sit right with you. Against your better judgment—and his orders—you joined the battle.

Everything had been going fine until a stray blast from Starscream’s null ray struck you square in the chest. The force of the hit sent you crashing into a pile of debris, your systems sparking and your vision flickering as you struggled to stay conscious.

By the time the Autobots returned to the base, Ratchet was already waiting, his optics scanning each one of them for injuries.

"Where's Y/N?" he demanded, his voice sharp with worry.

Optimus, silent but understanding, motioned toward the medbay.

Ratchet stormed in, his optics widening as he saw you propped up on a berth, your frame battered and scorched.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of relief and frustration. "What in Primus' name were you thinking?!"

You winced as Ratchet began to run scans on your injuries, his servos moving with practiced efficiency but a noticeable tremor in his touch.

"I told you to stay behind," he started, his voice rising with every word. "Do you have any idea how reckless that was? How easily you could have—"

He cut himself off, his optics narrowing as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

"You don’t think," he continued, his tone softer but no less intense, "about how much this affects the rest of us—about how much this affects me!"

"Ratchet, I’m—" you began, but he didn’t let you finish.

"No! You don’t get to apologize and brush this off like it’s nothing. I can’t—won’t—keep fixing you up after you throw yourself into danger like that. Do you know how close you were to..."

His voice broke slightly, and he averted his optics, his servos clenching into fists.

"I can’t lose you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I love you, Y/N."

The words hung in the air, heavy and unintentional. Ratchet didn’t even seem to realize what he’d said, too caught up in his tirade to notice the stunned expression on your face.

"Do you even understand how important you are? Not just to the team, but to me? You can't keep—"

You reached out, grabbing his faceplates and pulling him into a kiss mid-sentence.

Ratchet froze, his optics wide with surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Slowly, his servos came up to rest on your shoulders, his tension melting as he leaned into the kiss.

When you finally pulled back, his optics searched yours, his expression a mix of confusion and vulnerability.

"Y/N..." he started, but you silenced him with a soft smile.

"I love you too," you said simply, your voice steady despite the pain in your frame.

Ratchet sighed, his shoulders slumping as he finally allowed himself to relax.

"You’re impossible," he muttered, though there was no anger in his tone.

"And you’re overprotective," you teased gently.

"I have every reason to be," he retorted, his optics narrowing playfully. "Especially now."

He placed a servo against your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "But if you ever scare me like that again, I swear..."

"You’ll what? Lecture me to death?"

He huffed, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Don’t tempt me."

From that day on, Ratchet’s protectiveness didn’t lessen, but it took on a new form. He trusted you to make your own decisions, though he made it clear that he expected you to be careful.

And while you still found yourself in the thick of danger from time to time, you always knew that Ratchet would be there to patch you up—and to remind you, in his own gruff way, just how much you meant to him.

Because no matter how chaotic the war became, one thing remained constant: his love for you.

[ganeshpnf]

"Athena doesn't love Annabeth"

Meanwhile:

Annabeth openly states how her mother guided her when she was 7

She gave her an invisibility hat that saved her multiple times

She broke the rules and helped Percy on their quest so they can save her daughter

She openly said she doesn't approve Percy's and Annabeth's friendship because she thought Percy is dangerous for Annabeth bcs of his fatal flaw. "And now my daughter."

She openly said how much she is proud of her daughter to the council twice

She gifted her daughter with her biggest wish, made her the architecture of Olympus

She approved Percy's wish first because she WANTED to do better and thought ignoring kids is unwise

Arachne literally wanted to kill Annabeth so much because she was her favourite and most gifted child, she SAID it would cause her so much pain

She accepted Percy and helped his quest in the Chalice of the gods for Annabeth's sake, because she didnt want her to be upset and wanted her happiness

Athena openly praising Annabeth and saying she is so thankful to have her:

Now, I want to make clear that Athena is NOT the best parent, she is not. She is just like other gods, she made mistakes. Some parts she was better, like she claimed all her kids as babies, never left an unclaimed. Some parts, she was guilty for being too prideful, which is a fatal flaw passed to her kids.

For Minerva, people love to blame Athena but we forget how different they are, they are not the same goddess. They are different, just like Ares and Mars. Minerva gave her the mark, she said how much she was a dissapointment, Minerva did, she didn't even know who Annabeth was, she was literally losing her mind in there. Annabeth didnt understand what was going on in that time, she was confused as well. Still, I believe Athena needs to talk to Annabeth, apologize, even in Minerva's behalf, Im sure they made up but I wish we could have seen it. Its Rick's bad writing :(

BUT-She is not the worst parent as fans ramble about, she LOVES Annabeth, she LOVES her kids. That is also very clear in the books.

Justice for Athena 🥲

[gottencents]

011: suddenly, I have a valentine

synopsis. SM Entertainment would’ve loved for FALLEN ANGELS and aespa to never share a stage — especially with Chanel possibly "corrupting" their prized “it girl,” Karina.

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Karina sighed, setting her phone down. She wasn’t mad—well, maybe a little frustrated. It wasn’t like Chanel didn’t care. If anything, Chanel had gone above and beyond to show how much she liked her. But sometimes, Karina wished Chanel would just… say it outright.

Still, she had to admit it was part of Chanel’s charm. Her awkwardness. Her nervous rambling. The way she tried so hard to make Karina smile, even when she didn’t need to.

“I just have to be patient,” Karina whispered to herself. “She’ll come around.”

Chanel threw her phone onto the couch, groaning loudly. How could she be so oblivious? She’d been so caught up in just enjoying her time with Karina—FaceTime calls that lasted until sunrise, casual dates that made her heart race, and the way Karina’s smile seemed to light up her whole world—that she’d completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day.

She paced her living room, muttering to herself. “Okay, Chanel. You need a plan. Something special. Something romantic. Something that doesn’t scream I’m a clueless lesbian who forgot Valentine’s exists.”

Her eyes landed on the kitchen. Home-cooked dinner? Candles? Fairy lights? She could make this work.

Chanel stood by the stove, nervously stirring the pot of sauce for the third time. She had never been this fidgety in her life. Usually, she’d laugh off nerves, masking them with jokes or charm. But tonight felt different. Tonight was important.

The sound of the doorbell made her jump. She wiped her hands on her apron and quickly glanced at her reflection in the microwave. Her hair was… acceptable. Her shirt didn’t have any accidental food stains. She was as ready as she’d ever be.

When she opened the door, Karina stood there, effortlessly beautiful, dressed in a soft pink sweater and jeans. Her smile was warm but curious, her head tilting slightly as she took in Chanel’s flustered expression.

“Hey,” Karina greeted softly.

“Hey,” Chanel replied, stepping aside to let her in. She closed the door behind her, suddenly hyperaware of how intimate her apartment felt with the low lighting and soft music playing in the background.

Karina looked around, her eyes landing on the table set for two, the candles flickering warmly. “This is… wow. You did all this?”

“Yeah,” Chanel said, scratching the back of her neck. “I, uh, kinda went into overdrive. I just… I wanted to make tonight special for you.”

Karina turned to her, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, you know.”

“I know,” Chanel said quickly. “But I wanted to. And also…” She hesitated, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her apron. “I feel like I owe you an apology.”

Karina blinked, confused. “For what?”

“For being so oblivious,” Chanel admitted, her voice soft. “I mean, it took me forever to realize Valentine’s Day was even a thing, and I didn’t realize how important it might be to you. You’ve probably been dropping hints for weeks, and I just—”

“ baby ,” Karina interrupted, stepping closer.

Chanel stopped rambling, looking down at Karina with a mix of nervousness and guilt.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Karina said, her tone firm but gentle. “I know relationships are new territory for you, and honestly… you’ve already done more than enough to make me feel special.”

Chanel let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “I just don’t want you to think I’m not serious about this. About us.”

Karina’s expression softened even more. “I don’t think that at all. You’re trying, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Chanel nodded, her lips curving into a small, relieved smile. “Okay. But just so you know, I’m still going to spoil you tonight.”

Karina laughed, her eyes sparkling. “I’m not complaining.”

They moved to the table, where Chanel served the dinner she’d been stressing over for hours. Karina’s face lit up at the first bite.

“This is amazing,” Karina said, her voice full of genuine appreciation.

Chanel grinned, her confidence slowly returning. “Yeah? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

“Nope. You’re officially a better cook than me.”

“Good to know,” Chanel teased. “I’ll add that to my list of skills.”

After dinner, they settled on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. Chanel had queued up Karina’s favorite romantic movie, but her attention kept drifting to the girl beside her. The way Karina’s head rested against her shoulder, her soft laughter at the cheesy dialogue—it all felt surreal.

How did I get so lucky? Chanel thought.

“Why are you staring at me?” Karina asked, her voice amused.

Chanel blinked, realizing she’d been caught. “I wasn’t staring.”

Karina raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe I was staring a little,” Chanel admitted. “But can you blame me? You’re kind of… perfect.”

Karina’s cheeks flushed, and she nudged Chanel playfully. “You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork,” Chanel shot back without thinking.

Karina froze for a moment, her gaze meeting Chanel’s. The air between them grew heavier, more charged.

“Say that again,” Karina whispered.

Chanel swallowed, her voice quieter but steadier this time. “Your dork.”

Karina smiled, leaning closer until their faces were inches apart. “Good. Because I like the sound of that.”

Chanel’s heart raced as Karina closed the gap, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. It was slow and gentle, as if neither of them wanted to rush the moment. Karina’s hand rested on Chanel’s cheek, her thumb brushing against her skin, while Chanel’s fingers found their way to Karina’s waist.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.

“So,” Chanel murmured, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Does this mean I get to call you my Valentine?”

Karina laughed softly, her eyes shining. “I thought that was obvious.”

Chanel grinned, her confidence returning. “Just wanted to make sure.”

“Dork,” Karina said again, but this time, her tone was filled with nothing but affection.

“Your dork,” Chanel repeated, kissing her again.

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A/N: texts made to all be incoming on purpose for u to know who talking better <333

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Greetings. I’ll admit, I have no way of knowing for sure how much of what I’m about to ask would really be in your usual wheelhouse, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I could ask for information on the Teen Titans…or more specifically, the lineup featuring Dick Grayson (when he was still Robin and hadn’t yet become Nightwing), Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg. You see, I’ve been a HUGE fan of this team ever since I saw the ‘dramatized retelling’ cartoon about them from the early 2000s as a child. And I’ve not only continued to remain a fan of such in the years since, but also worked to try to gain as much knowledge as I could through reading as many sources as I could find and making educated speculations from there to the best of my ability. However, in light of just how knowledgeable you appear to be, I was wondering if you could give an explanation on the history of that line-up, how accurate that 2000s ‘dramatized retelling’ cartoon was compared to the real thing, and what those five in particular are currently up to nowadays (up to and including their current relationship status if such isn’t too gossipy for you, as I’ve always felt that Starfire was a better endgame girlfriend for Nightwing than Barbara Gordon and am also a proud believer/supporter of Beast Boy and Raven as a couple (though I’m willing to be respectful and not push anything if reality doesn’t match up with my dreams), not to mention have great interest in the rumors I’ve heard about Cyborg and that friend of his named Sarah Simms who runs a social group for disabled kids)?

P.S: Apologies if I got overly rambly in this ask… :/

I'd love to tell you about the Titans but I think you may be falling into something of a common conspiracy theory. Because the Gotham tabloid often get this bee in their bonnets about Bruce Wayne secretly being the mysterious Batman, that of course leads them to bothering Wayne's adoptive children with his first ward, Dick Grayson assumed to be the first Robin and later Nightwing. As is shown by these conspiracy theories (like the equally popular theory that Superman is secretly Daily Planet reporter and Lois Lane's husband Clark Kent) our understanding of who our costumed protectors seem to be in their private lives is seldom as straightforward as we think. This of course goes the same for businesswoman Barbara Gordon who seems to get sucked into this quagmire by virtue of being the daughter of beloved Gotham police commissioner James Gordon. That being SAID, and with groundwork laid, let's talk about the "New Titans"

(The cover of a comic album produced by Detective Comics. Detective has tried to do this "real superheroes as comic stars" thing a few times and it's never been very popular. No wonder they're #4)

(A promotional image of Cartoon Network's "Teen Titans" animated series) While I do enjoy what was done with this series, a lot of the same creatives who worked on the classic MAU cartoons also worked on this. It's not what I would call a first person historical document. First of all, obviously it's line up isn't fully correct. Showing only Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven as the "main team" whereas the team's actual membership in that era included the first Kid Flash and Wonder Girl. The cartoon also treats this team as the first assemblage of the Titans, when that is also not true in a historical sense. Robin specifically had been a member of said original Titans alongside Kid Flash, Wonder Girl, Aqualad and Speedy. (Who all appeared in the series, save Wonder Girl for some odd reason) I do find it amusing that the show was never able to show Robin without his mask on, because obviously the creative team couldn't know who Robin was beneath his mask whereas the personal details of the other Titans have become at least partially historical record. Again conspiracy theorists love to claim the show contains hidden clues pointing toward the Bat-Wayne theory but I roll my eyes at that as much as I roll my eyes at it anywhere it pops up. (Some particular wingnuts have even chosen to insist that the invented character "Red X" is meant to map onto Wayne's deceased second son, Jason Todd. Which is a theory that is well enough buried simply for being in such poor taste) Most of the stories used in the series are either partially or fully invented, and even what events ARE shown that have a foot in truth are shown DRASTICALLY out of order. Sometimes related to censorship, such as real life mercenary and contract killer Slade Wilson AKA Deathstroke being renamed to simply "Slade" and having his profession softened for television. The Doom Patrol is shown as originally captives of the Brotherhood of Evil, whereas in reality during the show's run the entire team save for Beast Boy himself was assumed KIA after their confrontation with the Brotherhood outside Four Heroes, Maine. They wouldn't be fully reunited with Beast Boy until years after the show's conclusion. I was too young to remember this but I've read anecdotes about the Markovian people lodging protest about American actress Ashley Johnson being cast to play Terra, when the real life Terra was obviously Markovian just by her accent. As well as the softening of her portrayal from a knowing and malevolent traitor to the team rather than a misunderstood victim of Slade's manipulations. There was a short lawsuit involving Neil Richards, aka fashion designer "The Mad Mod" due to his portrayal on the show. while Richards did indeed conduct some rather odd criminal activities, he had, by the time of the show's airing served his time and had founded the now famous "Mad Mod" fashion empire. The suit was settled out of court by Richards who made the public statement "I don't want to be the bad guy, attacking the children's favorite cartoons. I just don't want this all to be summoned on top of me again." The only note he asked of the production is that the episodes never speak his legal name. Though the production went the extra mile of changing the character's appearance for the real Mod's famous ginger bob and green smoking jacket to a crimson bowl cut and union jack coat. As for the modern "fates" of these five, they're all rather simple I'm glad to say. All five are still active superheroes, still close friends and still highly trusted members of the superhero community. As for their romantic entanglements, I couldn't comment on that. Not only am I historian, not a gossip columnist but the personal lives of superheroes are kept rather close to the chest. For the most prominent reason that any public knowledge of their romantic attachments would place those people at terrible risk.

[heartach3d]

it's okay.

luke castellan x reader

not requested!

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showluke implied because Im a charlie bushnell girl

today has been the absolute worst day. from the start of the day towards the middle of it all of it. has been the absolute worst.

it's making my patience small and I know I'm gonna burst out at someone any minute now. and then I'm gonna regret it terribly.

I just hope it isn't at someone who doesn't deserve it. I mean if it's some douche I wouldn't really feel bad (not at all)

but if its to annabeth or luke or something I would feel so terrible.

in the morning I had to clean the pegasus stables and that is already terrible enough.

then I was late to breakfast so I ate nothing and lunch is disgusting today! so I just sat at my table and I had no one to talk to and when I tried talking I would always get cut off!

I mean I love my siblings but sometimes they talk to much! so I was lonely like all day basically and I don't do good with no one to talk to.

I don't know why I just have to talk to someone or I'll go crazy in my own thoughts and then that's when it gets bad again.

I've tried to fix it or help it but I just can't. it always comes back.

now I have to do training with luke. and don't get me wrong I love training with him it's just. I feel like he treats me like a baby. I've seen the way he let's me win.

I'm tired of it. I'm tired of feeling little. and I know that's not his intention so I try and go harder. and maybe when he realizes I can take care of myself then he'll go a little harder.

I walked to our spot where we train. it was always in the woods for some reason. maybe it was more intimate

"you ready?" I heard from behind me as I was looking for him. "I guess" I say fiddling with my fingers and looking down a little.

"what's wrong?" "nothing- nothings wrong okay?" I say setting my stuff down and getting ready.

"let's just get started?" I say trying to lighten up the mood i created when I saw his confused face.

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I had tried my best I know I did. and I could tell. he wasn't trying at all!

I mean I get he's only training with me because I could use some help but damn this isn't helping at all!

he's the best swordsman at the camp and he can't even make it seem like he's trying? I'm just getting so frustrated putting my all for.. for.. nothing!

my sword slices through the air one last time before I had gotten to my frustration point.

"why do you always have to do this?!" he looks up for a second before I continue "I mean your supposed to be the best at camp and you can't even pretend to fake it for me!"

"I hate this, I hate this sword, I hate these people and everything!" I say throwing my sword to the floor and going down with it.

it was all really a blur next. but I don't know if its because I was crying or because of my little episode.

I'm sitting on the floor knees to my head and holding onto myself like if I let go I would fall apart like a puzzle and never be able to put myself together again.

I heard lukes voice from the side of me. "hey hey it's okay! what's wrong please tell me what's wrong." he said wrapping his arm around me.

"please I want to know your okay what happened, are you hurt?" he keeps persisting and I don't even know what to say.

'oh I've been mad all day so now I'm bringing it out on you!' see when you say it in your mind it sounds worse.

"I'm sorry luke I'm so so sorry!" I say rocking back and forth slightly. I just whisper to myself sorrys and how I shouldn't have brought it down on him.

"hey hey you have nothing to apologize for." he says trying to get my attention from my head still burried in my knees.

"I promise I didn't mean it please don't break up with me I'm sorry!" I ramble not knowing what to say but wanting to express my sorrys.

he gently lifts my head and cups my cheeks. "I am not breaking up with you over something this little. I could not even think about it" he slowly wipes my tear stained cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

he allows me to calm down a bit before asking again "now would you mind telling me what happened to make my girl freak out like this?"

"it's dumb. just a horrible morning. and you didn't deserve to have it brought onto you." I say blinking my wet lashes away.

"I don't care for any of that. your my girl and I just want to know what's going on so I can help." he whispers as he kisses my temple. "got it?"

"got it." I say smiling lightly at him. "good now come on its getting a bit late" he says patting my leg and helping me get up.

helloo! I thought this would be cute so I whipped it up quickly before I went to bed! also! the cut was only a few minutes later I would say to support the timeline more!

[peliginspeaks]

Extremely good addition. Would like to bring special attention to:

The primary parties spreading the message that the doom is unavoidable are the ones who are orchestrating it, and need us out of the way.

And

Sometimes the love you put into the present moment and into finding those moments with each other is the hope.

I think part of the reason horror is so important, especially in dark times, is that it deals with the question: When you can't stop what's coming for you, what do you do instead?

When the horror is cosmic, when the dread is too big to be changed, the things that the characters in a well-written horror do still matter, even if it doesn't change the resolution. We feel in an instinctive narrative way that they matter. Small ways of fighting back, forming relationships in the midst of it all, a character picking a tiny goal like keeping one person safe for as long as they can and throwing their life at it again and again, another finding beauty and pointing it out between one calamity and the next... It matters to them, and it matters to the other characters. The middle part matters, even if it doesn't change the ending.

It's not about hope. You don't have to have hope - you can feel in your bones that everything's fucked, and it can be 100% true, but the middle part still matters. I think, in times when it's hard to reach a bar as high as hope, that's what makes horror more accessible. Sometimes you need hope, but sometimes you just need to know that the middle part matters.

[mirixmoya]

I know you’ve said you’re fine with Hayffie headcanons being proven false with sunrise on the reaping, but will you still ship them do you think? Sorry, I’m really new to thg fandom and I absolutely love Hayffie, I have a tendency to get anxious about my ships, love your writing, etc XD. I’m just hoping that they don’t have an epilogue section that says something like ‘and haymitch spent the rest of his life by himself in twelve with the kids’ thereby making it impossible for Effie to live there with him canonically, tho I suppose they could still date long distance. ANYWAY sorry for the anxiety ramble! I absolutely adore your fics, thank you for sharing them! You’re an incredible writer!

omg friend u do NOT have to worry, i will continue to ship hayffie and write hayffie for as long as i physically can. they are like my oldest hyperfixation and they're not going anywhere in my mind.

that being said, i've seen a lot of hayffie people expressing anxiety about haymitch&HisGirl and haymitch&maysilee entering the general public mindset and i simply... do not agree. if anything, i think maysilee and haymitch will have a distinctly platonic bond and if some people interpret that as romantic, that's fine! that's fandom baby! and i've always been an advocate for haymitch well and truly loving His Girl. part of what makes hayffie interesting for me is the later-in-life-second-love part of it. i don't think haymitch having genuine earnest feelings for His Girl in SOTR will take away from hayffie in any way, shape, or form. and, honestly, i think the idea that haymitch can't fall in love with two seperate women over the course of like 40 years is kinda ridiculous. if anything, i think us seeing haymitch canonically engaging with his romantic feelings has the potential to make hayffie even more delicious!!!

as for a possible epilogue, i am also not that worried tbh. whatever happens happens. i'm still going to keep writing hayffie in the same way. i'll just have to start adding the "canon divergence" tag to all my post-war fics lol.

thank u so much for ur kind words friend!! i know there's been a lot of worry in hayffie circles lately, but i really truly think we'll be fine y'all. hopefully that makes u feel a little less anxious :)

[syrena-del-mar]

Navigating the Conflict in My Stand In: Surrender and Softening in Love

(Disclaimer: Ming/Joe is an incredibly toxic relationship; I fully realize and acknowledge that, but Poom makes a critical distinction in Joe's reasoning, and I think it's interesting to dissect. Also, this is fiction.)

It's been some time since I've written any meta, but I can't stop thinking about the video @poomphuripan shared of Poom making the distinction that Joe isn't giving in to Ming, but rather, his heart is melting for him.

It makes so much sense that Joe would melt at the littlest semblance of 'love.' He was so alone for so long. His parents have been dead for longer than he had them, he has no siblings, and his extended relatives don't care about him. I forget if it's mentioned in the show, but in the novel, Joe had a pretty big crush on Sol, and Sol rejected him quite brutally. Even without meaning to be, Joe is always alone at the end of the day.

Yes, Joe has friends, and yes, Joe made his own found family. But at the end of the day, Joe would return to an unlit, empty home. Everyone else would return to their wives or families, while Joe could only return to the pictures of his parents. Meanwhile, for all of Ming's bs and frightening behavior, he was the only one that made his dream come true.

For the first time, with Ming around, Joe would come home and be greeted by the warmth of another living, breathing person. Joe craved to have a human bond, and Ming was the one who was willing (albeit for his own interest) to give it to him. And he cooked for him. He took up space in his home! He remembered the very things Joe had told him he longed for. They had a lot of good times, a lot of good memories, and a pretty set routine that really integrated Ming into Joe's life. But then they fight, his blissful reality breaks, and Joe dies.

But Joe wakes up from what feels like a day's nap when, in actuality, two years have passed. And what does he find? Ming has cared for his apartment since his death and is unwilling to change anything just in case Joe returns. Ming continues to fulfill Joe's dream of returning to a warm home. So he turns on the lights, and he cooks the same dinner that they used to share for two years. And even in his rightful anger of wanting Ming to leave him alone, he's still seeing that. In the two years since his disappearance, someone still thought about him and hadn't fully grieved him. Ming's brother only confirms that.

Giving in would mean that Joe wanted to end the fight with Ming, when no feelings had changed. It'd be him emotionally surrendering himself, compromising his feelings of being just a double for Tong, and fully conceding himself when he still thought that Ming only saw him as a replacement. While Joe might have given Ming access to his body to pay his new mom's debts, he was still blocking Ming out as much as he could. But that's not why Joe forgives Ming; it's not for a superficial reason to stop the feud. There's a visible shift in how he perceives Ming, the guy who waited two years for him, who protected and filled his home with warmth, just in case he wasn't really gone. His motivation was rooted in the slivers of positive feelings he had for Ming, which allowed him to move past the anger that he held for him.

A quote that I've seen floating around the internet for years comes to mind. "And when nobody wakes you up in the morning and when nobody waits for you at night and when you do whatever you want. What do you call it? Freedom or loneliness?" Joe has had that freedom for the majority of his whole life. It's no longer freedom for him. But even his found family isn't fully aware of the loneliness that would wash over him when he would return to an empty home.

After all is said and done, he sees that only one person knows him intimately enough to understand and learn even the most mundane of his desires. Ming, even with all the toxic shit he has pulled, stood by his word of not letting Joe return to an empty home. For Joe, that was enough. It changes how he sees and understands Ming.

It's also why Sol and Joe would have never worked out.

As Poom said, ultimately, it's not that he gives in to Ming but rather he lets his heart melt when he sees exactly what Ming has done for him in his absence.

Even after everything, Joe still loves him.

[problemnyatic]

Look, the bottom line is this. You're gonna be wrong and fuck up sometimes, that's just how being human works. No matter what you mean or how much you care, sometimes, you're gonna do something or say something that hurts someone or perpetuates bigotry you don't believe in.

The goal isn't to do no wrong, that's an impossible standard. The mark of "a good person" isn't that they always do good, it's that they're willing to admit when they've failed, done wrong, made a mistake, and they're willing to course-correct when they do.

It's important that you're trying. It's okay to be the bad guy. You don't need to get defensive, you don't need to stake your identity in "person who never does that kind of wrong." You just gotta be able to say "Fuck, my bad, I'm sorry," accept that your behavior didn't reflect your beliefs, and change your behavior so that it better represents who you mean to be.

The less time you spend lingering on whether it feels like people believe you are who you say you are, the more time you can spend getting better at being that person.

Some people will try to tear you down when you make mistakes, they'll try to pigeonhole you as a "bad person," someone whose very existence is defined by doing harm. This isn't your problem, and it's not your responsibility to prove anything to them. They don't have to believe you, and you don't have to appease them. So long as you're willing to accept when you *do* hurt someone, intentional or not, and you're willng to put in the effort to make reparations and change, you'll never "be a bad person."

Let yourself fuck up. All you have to do is course-correct when you notice your actions' impact have strayed from your intentions. The right people will notice that effort, and they'll be proud of you. And perhaps most importantly of all, they'll let you make that effort. Anyone who tells you it's too late to change, to discourage you from improving, or stop you from trying, is not your frend. You don't have to impress them. Ignore them, and let yourself change.

[huntingrays]

man i’ve never had a ship that i genuinely wanted to become canon until valgrace

like with other ships i was chill or was fine with them just being friends or didn’t trust the author to do it right

but valgrace?

if they ever be canon i apologize for the person i’ll become

[demonkinguwu]

Late night Van doodles

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

hello yes ouch you r making me think about marcia now. like. i’m thinking abt my friend’s au where she does ballet. like. her keeping ballet so close to her chest and not sharing it with people. when she first started, her parents would come to her recitals but then “it’s just the same thing each time” and “we’re a little too busy right now.” and then when she started dating trip, he came to recitals! but he so clearly didn’t get it and didn’t see why marcia loved it so much and it was just so. awkward. and he never enjoyed it so she didn’t enjoy it so then he just started picking her up from her performances instead. ballet being this little thing marcia keeps safe with her because it’s somewhere she can just. exist and dance and she doesn’t have to worry about all the soc expectations or being trip’s girl or anything. she can move freely when she dances, however she wants.

also. marbit. with marcia’s dancing. it makes me so. sickZ i love them. sorry i’m rambling

AHHHHH YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!!!

Because ballet is something that she finds so freeing. Because there really aren’t any societal expectations on her. It’s just a question of, do you know your steps and are you telling a story? So suddenly the world isn’t there anymore. There’s no big fears of the world holding her down. No questions of did she do enough to deserve love. No questions of if her boyfriend is going out with her when he’s drunk. No questions of will it go too far this time. It’s just her and the stage and the lights. All that matters is that she can dance. She’s free.

And now I’m thinking about the first recital after she got together with Two Bit, how she had bad experiences with people not caring, making time, or understanding it so she told him not to bother coming. But he knew this mattered to her so no way he’d miss it. So he snuck in. And imagine how much love he felt when he watched her. Not just because she was really talented, but because of how much love and dedication she clearly put into it. It was like he was seeing a secret, more intimate side of her. A part of her that she held closest to her heart. And he loved her for it. So he came to every single one. He was in the front, cheering the loudest. He always waited for her to be done then spun her around because wow, how did he get so lucky?

[ox-imagines]

Guys. Hear me out. This might seem like a stretch to some of you especially compared to like towa and zenji and alan. But.

Autistic tohma. Like the kind where he can analyze the shit outta other people’s expressions and tones but absolutely cannot properly express or understand his own emotion. And he doesn’t actually belong in Frostheim but he seems like this poster child of what a Frostheim ghoul should be like bc he’s soooo good at masking and “playing the part.” It would also explain to me why some people think he’s too morally grey or emotionally detached or a bit sadistic and I’m like ig I can see why you think that but I rly don’t mind or think he’s irredeemable or has an evil streak or smth like some ppl seem to think ?

[perpetualexistence]

Bad news: I don't think I'm going to be able to write for ever day of TD horror week as I'd originally imagined.

Good news: The days I am going to be part of will be Cooking. I shan't spoil too much about it but one day already has 2.5K words and is only like a fourth of the way done.

[yujeong]

For the micro story ask, how about number 7 (silent fury) for Pete? With your choice of other character/s <3

Ohhh, that's a good one, my friend, thank you so much ❤️ ----------------------- "Hey, P'Pete." "Hm?" "You used to do boxing, right?" "Ah... yes, why?" "What was your nickname?" "My... what?" "The name you'd been given as a fighter. Like how P'Porsche was called The Phoenix." "Well-" "Silent Fury." "Bro, you're not funny." "What? It suits him, doesn't it?" "It sounds stupid and you know it." "It does sound a little stupid, Vegas." "I only meant to emphasize your strengths, Pete." "You did a bad job." "Shut up, Macau." "Phi never answered the question. What was it?" "I... didn't have one." "You didn't? But why?" "No point for a fighter who's bad at his job." "Pete-" "No, I refuse to accept it. We're giving you one right now... Don't laugh, Phi, I'm being serious!" "Fine, Macau. Do whatever you want. But it can't be Silent Fury." "It suits you-" "Hia won't participate in the brainstorming. Only me and P'Pete." "Okay, that's it. No dinner for you." "Will I not get dinner either, Vegas?" "It depends, Pete. Are you going to behave?" "Ugh, never mind, I'm out of here. You started being gross again." "Food will be ready in an hour!" "You better have finished until then!" "No promises."