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[comatosebunny09]

backstage performance | sylus q.

— cw: female!reader, dancer!reader, lap dance, pole dancing, thigh riding, pet names, smutty things, pretend the reader’s wearing an expensive-ass lace front wig, shower sex, explicit language, praise kink, voice kink, aftercare, mdni — wc: ~2k — dividers by: @grabby-smitten — tagging: @world-of-hearts because they always entertain my madness. — now playing: don't worry about it - clara la san

One performance ends, freeing you up for another, more important gig. 

A smile rounds your lips as your audience erupts into a series of whoops and whistles. It’s almost deafening, their praise. 

The stage lights overwhelm your vision as people applaud you, some swiping at the stage to touch you. Everyone wants a chance at you—a taste of Lux’s main attraction. It’s flattering, but this isn’t the attention you seek tonight. It’s merely a preemptive strike for the grand finale.  

You duck backstage after wiping your pole clean. Sweep hair from your face, dabbing at the sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand. A member of the backstage crew appears behind you to drape your shoulders in a fur coat. You wave her off, giving her an omniscient look as you shrug away from it. 

Her smile is cute, bashfulness swelling her cheeks. She knows what’s amiss—or about to be—bringing you a bottle of water instead. You gratefully accept, the crisp liquid a welcomed reprieve, cooling your insides. You thank her with a chaste kiss to her cheek. 

You dip into one of the club’s many winding hallways, bathed in the red lighting cast from overhead, skin shining with body glitter. Your heels click against the floor, accompanied by the dull throb of music playing throughout Lux’s halls. 

You reach your destination, your heart racing as you push through the swinging door leading to a quiet, tucked-away room.

Despite how long you’ve done this, you always get the pre-dance jitters, specifically when putting on a show for him. So, you tamp down your inhibitions as he comes into sight, a shock of white hair arresting your vision through the crimson hue of the private room. 

He looks up when you near him to get to your new stage, that customary smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He sits back in an easy slouch in the leather armchair, watching you with half-slit eyes and a muted smugness that sets your body alight.

You haul yourself onto the raised platform using the pole, an effortless display of your flexibility and strength. If at all possible, his smirk grows tenfold. He shifts in his seat, the leather squeaking when he grips the arms with long, slender fingers. He’s settled in for the long haul; your private shows never disappoint.

Whatever kind of day he’s had, you want to ease the tense set of his shoulders. Erase the lines forming between his brows despite the mask of nonchalance he dons. His negotiations must’ve gone south.

Music spills from the speakers in the form of soft crooning over a chill beat. It assuages your nerves a little, prompting you to begin your show. 

You grow more confident as the seconds pass. Warm up a little, grinding your ass against the pole, thighs spread wide whilst you simulate grinding on him. 

He watches you with quiet reverence, mouth slightly open. His gaze always drifts back to yours as you entice him with the salacious wind of your body. The attention makes your throat grow dry. You’ve danced for him many times before, yet it always feels like the first when he looks at you like that. Like you’re something to be devoured, bones licked clean.

You pull out all the stops once you mount the pole, sprinkling in your favorite tricks, guided by the music and the hungry wash of scarlet watching in your peripheral. You spin here, flourish your fingers there. Smooth your hands over the contours of your body, playing up your allure. 

At some point, you end up on the floor propped on your elbows, the stage glacial beneath your bum. You cross your ankles and flex your feet. Splay your legs wide and jiggle your thighs. Spin each leg in a rehearsed fashion before clapping your heels together, the sound commanding in the stilled space. 

From there, you maneuver yourself into a split, isolating your cheek muscles to twerk your ass. You couple it with a sultry look at the object of your desires, and he lifts a brow, clearly enjoying the show. 

You ease onto your knees, gyrating your hips whilst combing your fingers through your hair. You flatten against the floor onto your palms, crawling toward him with the finesse of a prowling feline. He sits up to meet you halfway, and his eyes track to your lips when you tug at the collar of his shirt, drawing your chests together. 

“How did your meeting go,” you ask in a vain attempt at small talk. His breath is hot, sifting through your lashes as he slowly exhales. It’s dizzying, being so close. Smelling him, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, studying the pucker of his lips.

His lips graze yours with the tease of a kiss. “Flawlessly.” You taste the double entendre.

“That well, huh?” He helps you dismount the stage with wide palms clasped around your waist, drawing you into his lap. The air is pinched from your lungs when you bounce on his thighs from the motion, his need for you hot and weighted against your inner thigh. 

“Sure,” he says, hands making several expeditions over your sides, stomach, and the small of your back. He doesn’t want to talk business when such a delicious spread is laid out before him. You can’t blame him.

You decide not to pursue the conversation, instead raking your fingers through his hair to massage his scalp. He groans something guttural and appreciative. It’s amusing watching the big, bad Boogeyman fall apart in your hands. Baring a side of himself he reserves only for you.

You try to get up to finish your performance, but he snatches you back onto his lap, a warning brewing in the gleam of his scarlet eyes. 

You chuckle, admiring the scowl-turned-pout that descends on his lips. “Will you ever let me finish a dance?”

“Someday,” he counters, lazily studying your features. Smiles. “For now, why don’t you take five? Or ten? Or perhaps, twenty…”

You roll your eyes, draping your arms around his shoulders to draw him in for a kiss. It’s a brief, sticky union. Quick pecks evolve into something more heated, more possessive whilst he moors you to his lap, pushing his tongue into your mouth. 

It’s a greedy exchange, his tongue seeking out yours, stealing your breath from your lungs sip by sip. It’s enough to make your head spin, the apex of your thighs throbbing with anticipation against the stitching of his trousers. 

Deft fingers tiptoe up your back, grabbing the zipper of your bodysuit. He pulls back momentarily to watch your expression as he sluggishly draws the zipper down. Quietly gives you an out in case you’re not in the mood for this. Always so considerate, even whilst in the throes of passion.

You say nothing, instead gathering his cheeks in your palms once he’s freed you of the tug of your costume. He bunches your bodysuit around your hips, wrapping virile arms around your middle to keep you fastened to him. He peels back to smooth his palms over the sides of your ribs, bottom lip pinched between his teeth. He’s insatiable, like he’ll never see you again, emblazoning the feel of your body into his memories forever.

Reluctantly, he tears away from the hot suction of your mouth to nip at your neck. Your lips part with a sigh-turned-breathy laugh, and you crane your neck back to grant him more access. The worn pads of his thumbs ease over the swell of your tits, find your nipples. He ducks to lick one into his mouth, paying the same homage to the other until they’re ramrod stiff and sensitive.

Unconsciously, you grind against his thigh, the rough material of his slacks bumping against your clit just right, sending delightful shockwaves throughout your body.

“That’s it,” he croons, molding a hand around your ass to encourage you. Sighs hot and open-mouthed against your hinged open mouth. “Ride me. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

The low gravel of his voice spurs you on. You glide your sticky, clothed cunt over his quad, and he squeezes your ass in one hand whilst kneading your breast in the other, drawing your nipple back into his mouth. 

“Fuck me, baby,” he urges on a strained groan. “Take what you want from me. Use me, sweetheart.” 

You do as he pleads, clinging to him whilst you seek your pleasure through the sluggish grind of your hips. You pant in unison, his palms perched on your hips, encouraging you to ride his thigh faster. He sucks on your neck, breathing obscenities and praise against your skin, pushing you further towards that edge of that blissful void.

“Fuck me. Take me. So good. Such a pretty girl. Cum for me. Want you to. So, so badly.”

Your ragged breaths progress into loud, bitten-off moans of his name. Your hips stutter as the world slides into white. Your orgasm spills through you like a warm liquid pooling in the chasm of your belly, your nails scraping over the nape of his neck. He holds you as you shake and whimper. Paints the sweetest words against your slick neck, encouraging you to come down from the clouds.

You curl into him as the last vestiges of your peak ripple through you, willing your breaths to even out. He eases soothing hands over your body, your thighs. Slides gentle fingers under your chin, luring you into a kiss that’s sweet and coaxing.

He’s patient as you finally come down. Chuckles low in his throat, thinking you’re just the sweetest thing. Your cheeks prickle with warmth as realization slams into you. You peer into his eyes when his girth brushes against your swelling sex. His gaze is mirthful, knowing.

Your mouth trembles around words. He didn’t get his. He traps the question in your mouth with another kiss, the loud click of your mouths parting making you heady once more. 

“You’ll have plenty of time to take care of me later,” he rasps. Your belly swoops at the implications. At the tenderness. The fragility in his smile, the affection blooming in his gaze. “In the meantime, we should get you cleaned up.” He is, of course, referencing the sweat and glitter still clinging to your skin from your show before this one.

You nuzzle into the hollow of his shoulder when he lifts you into his arms bridal style. Soundless, he walks you out of the room and down the hall toward the elevator. You’re bare from the waist up, your nipples puckering beneath the cool rush of air as he maneuvers you through the hall. But you’re not all ashamed, knowing no one frequents this side of the club as much as you do.

He cradles you to him like you’re made of porcelain. Doesn’t set you down even when the elevator pings at the top floor, emptying the pair of you into his penthouse. 

A bout of exhaustion washes over you. Maybe you were more exhausted than you let on. He chuckles something fond, glancing at you as he carries you to his en suite bathroom.

He takes his time divesting you of your costume after he sets you on the brisk countertop. Slides your heels from your feet, holding your gaze with a predatory gleam whilst he kisses the notches of each ankle bone. The mirror is a welcomed, glacial reprieve against your back when you lean against it, watching him rid himself of his suit. Your mouth waters when you catch sight of him, hard and swollen red in the wake of your teasing.

He scoops you back into his arms when he’s done, carrying you beneath the warm spray of his shower. Only then does he reluctantly set you down, turning away to squirt some body wash onto a towel to clean you. He takes his time scrubbing away the sweat and glitter, touching you with such admiration, like you’re a deity worthy of praise.

Once you’re both thoroughly scrubbed, he’s sure to thank you for such a wonderful performance in the shape of his hot mouth and artful fingers moving between your thighs.

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine, Dr Veritas Ratio (my pookie), Jing Yuan and Jiaoqiu with a really cozy lover who loves to make them cute food? Like they pack them little bento lunchboxes with cute designs and wake up super early to make it for them so they can take it to work, they take them out on picnics as a weekly date and stuff, maybe they're into crochet and crafts or something, sorry this is so self indulgent 😞 i just wanna make these boys something yummy, tis what i had in mind about the food omg this is so long im so sorry

(All art by @/eggbuttertoast on insta btw go check them out)

“You are the best thing, that ever happened to me”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Comfort, Picnic Dates, Domestic Moments, Caring Relationships.

A/N: DON'T WORRY!! I TOTALLY GET YOU!! 🤭 I'M OBSESSED WITH THOSE CUTE BENTO BOXES!! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!! 🫶💖

Aventurine was no stranger to indulgence. Life was a gamble, and he played it with style and cunning, always chasing the next high-stakes thrill. Yet, as he strolled into his office at the IPC’s Strategic Investment Department, today’s highlight wasn’t a lucrative deal or a cunning scheme—it was the bento box you had lovingly prepared for him.

You’d been up since dawn, crafting an intricate lunch. Inside the box were bite-sized sandwiches shaped like playing cards, each adorned with edible glitter and tiny suit symbols cut from vegetables. A roulette wheel of fruits sat in the center, with a gold-painted chocolate coin at its hub.

When Aventurine opened the box, his eyes lit up. "My, my," he murmured, admiring the effort. “You’ve truly outdone yourself, darling. How am I supposed to focus on work after such a masterpiece?”

He loved how you infused warmth into his otherwise calculated world. It wasn’t just the food but the care and thought you put into every detail. Every Friday, you insisted on a picnic, dragging him away from the chaos of his work.

Today, you’d set up a cozy spread under the shade of a towering tree. You crocheted a new blanket for the occasion, its patterns inspired by roulette wheels and peacock feathers—a nod to his unique style. Aventurine leaned back, his hat tilted over his eyes, a rare moment of vulnerability.

“You spoil me.” he said, watching you unpack.

“That’s the idea.” you teased, placing a cookie in his hand.

Aventurine smirked. For all his charisma and confidence, he found himself marveling at how you could make even a gambler like him feel safe, cherished, and loved.

Ratio had always prided himself on precision, intellect, and order. Yet, as he peered into the meticulously crafted bento box you had left on his desk, he couldn’t help but smile. The rice was shaped into an owl, its wings made from thinly sliced seaweed. Around it, neatly arranged vegetables and protein formed an edible diorama of his Intelligentsia Guild office.

When you greeted him later that evening, Ratio’s tone was teasing but fond. “Do you think a brilliant mind like mine requires sustenance shaped like birds to function?”

“Maybe not,” you replied, grinning. “But even geniuses deserve to feel loved.”

Ratio adjusted his glasses, feigning exasperation, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed him. Your weekly picnics were another tradition he secretly adored. He admired your crocheted blankets and little crafts, treasures you’d offer him with shy excitement.

Today’s picnic was at a quiet park, where you’d prepared another feast. As he lay beside you, Ratio spoke softly, breaking the silence. “You know,” he began, his tone uncharacteristically gentle, “you’ve done what even the greatest minds of the Guild could not—bring balance to my chaotic thoughts.”

Jing Yuan, the so-called "Dozing General," had a knack for finding peace amid the chaos of his duties. But nothing soothed him more than the love you poured into his bento boxes.

The moment he opened today’s lunch, a fond chuckle escaped his lips. A lion cub, shaped from rice and adorned with omelet details, stared back at him. Around it, a battlefield of sausages and broccoli seemed to depict one of his strategic victories.

When you picked him up for your weekly picnic, his eyes softened as he took in the sight of you carrying yet another crocheted blanket. This time, it bore a swirling pattern inspired by the Cloud Knights’ insignia.

You spread the blanket under the cherry blossoms, unpacking the food with care. Jing Yuan leaned back, his long hair catching the sunlight. “You’ve truly turned even a General’s life into a dream.” he murmured.

“Good,” you replied, nudging him. “Because you deserve every bit of it.”

Jiaoqiu couldn’t see your creations, but he could feel the care in every bite. Despite his blindness, he often remarked how your lunches seemed to brighten his world.

Today’s bento box was no exception. You’d spent hours crafting it—a flower garden of colorful ingredients, each carefully arranged. When Jiaoqiu ran his fingers over the edge of the box, he smiled.

“I can tell you woke up early for this.” he teased, his voice warm and melodic.

“Of course,” you said, guiding his hands to the first bite. “I want you to feel loved, even when I’m not there.”

Your weekly picnics were his favorite. Though he couldn’t see the landscapes, you described every detail—the way the sun dappled through the leaves, the soft hues of the sky. He sat beside you, tail swishing contentedly as you crocheted a new blanket.

“Another masterpiece?” he asked, running his fingers over the textured yarn.

You smiled. “I made it with you in mind.”

Jiaoqiu tilted his head, his golden irises sharp even as he kept his eyes closed. “And I carry it with me, just as I carry your love.”

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.77)

(sneek peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Tae and Hobi help Yoongi during your first wave of heat.

Tags: heat sex, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, fertility kink, Dom! Yoongi, foursome, fluffy, no hurt just comfort, alot of smut but it's also very loving, coming prematurely, breeding kink, cum play, sleepy sex, mommy kink, talking her through it, dirty talk, exhibitionism voeyeurisim, teasing, flirting, biting,

W/c: 11.3k

A/n: thank you guys for being so tolerant of my brief absense, i didn't intend to take so long to update this but unfortunately sometimes living through historical events can be really tough to get through.

Previous part- Masterlist - First part

You laugh until you hiss, curling to the side just a little, a wave racking through you. Burning and stinging from your stomach outwards.

Yoongi stills, one hand on your knee the other pressed to your stomach flat, eyes wide. Tae lets your wrists go so you can clutch at your stomach. Holding your face through it. "oh my little honey, don't worry, we'll make it better, shh just-" She's a little more panicky than the rest of them are. Hobi's hand is just hard on your shoulder, knuckles white, expression stricken but unsure.

Yoongi holds your stomach too. Alarmed by your trembling. "Are you- do you need-“ a knot, hovers on the edge of his tongue.

But you just blink. “Yoongi- it's too much- it burns- Sore- so sore here” You touch your stomach gently, but it's so sensitive it still makes you hiss.

but after a moment you relax, stretching back out in the nest. breathing heavy until you aren't until the cramping, the aching need want filled need to be filled in your head quiets.

Yoongi's fingers swirl on your stomach, gently. it's sensitive, but it actually does make you feel better. “You ran, do you want us to wait for Namjoon or-" You’re already shaking your head no when Yoongi cuts off. settling back against the nest, letting your legs flop open so that he can shuffle forward closer.

You don't wonder why Yoongi mentions Namjoon. He's the pack alpha, and the right to breed you first in heat is his as dictated by old laws and rules and all manner or propriety.

But Namjoon is not your mate and he's not like that. He cares about your wants first. His own ego is very far down on his list of priorities (probably ranks just after Noodle's wellbeing in terms of Namjoon's pack alpha priorities. Dominance is its own kind of submission)

And, judging by Jin's snarling from the other room- he'll be preoccupied for at least the next hour. You don't know if you can wait that long. A whine drips out of you, a sound small and weak.

Hobi shuffles closer to you. Bare-chested, his red shorts looking tight. Looking unsure. "You did run, do you not want-" us, does not come out.

You shift, futile trying to get comfortable, it's impossible with the weight of your instincts pinning you down. “Nah, just ran cuz it’s fun. Not cuz I didn’t want you to fuck me.”

Yoongi huffs, his anxiety dissipating, fond with it, fingers itching up your thighs, parting them just a little so that he can shuffle forward closer to you. Until you can feel the heat from his tummy against yours.

You can feel so much. Your whole body one big nerve ending. You can feel the slight fluff and softness of the peach fuzz on his tummy dragging against yours as he gets closer. The feel of his slender but strong fingers circling your ankles. All of it.

You like this, you always like it when Yoongi's close.

“Glad we cleared that up, it’s not like I can’t literally see you slicking up but-“ you laugh and try and swat at him. He drops one of your ankles to catch your hand and tangles it with his for good measure.

A small smile hovers on the edge of his lips. He searches your face, smiling at what he sees- your dopey smile and endeared indignation. The heat might be new, but this is so familiar his heart aches with it.

“If you’re gonna tease me while I’m in heat can you at least make it good?” Your breath goes heavy. Warm and sweet, fluffing over him. Everything; the sweetness to your scent, the ruddiness of your knees and stomach, the messy fluff of your hair over the pastel pillow, the relaxed sprawl of your body, a siren song for Yoongi.

Above you- Tae and Hobi stay quiet. Just watching, Tae drags a lock of your hair away from your face. Patient while you and yoongi flirt. “I thought you liked my teasing.”

Your tone sounds petulant even to you, “I do just not-”

Yoongi presses your knees apart, up towards your chest putting you on display and bare. abrumptly cutting off your words as you let out a broken moan. He puts a bit more force behind it than usual, But you feel yourself clench and his gaze flickers down.

The smile on his face widens just a bit, and you hiccup through the shudder that rocks through you. Your body burns, your stomach churns, your skin simmers where he touches craving for more more more.

A breeding press. That's what Yoongi's just put you into. knees to your chest, your sensitive heat slit ripe and wet between your thighs, ready for the taking. a breeding press infront of two alpha's, infront of Tae and Hobi, watching with wide dark eyes.

“Hold her.” Yoongi’s command is not snapped or growled out but Hobi and Tae follow suit regardless. Hobi fumbles, grabbing one wrist and Tae grabs the other.

Boneless. Ready for breeding. Settled. It’s a bit of a strange show of dominance. But inside, Yoongi isn’t surprised that you needed it. to be held down and puppeted and propped. To know that they’re in control before you let your alpha's breed you.

He says your alphas- but he's the only one you're looking at. The only one you're whining for.

It’s hard to articulate your hands or your mind, tongue wrapped around a sound that can only be an endless whimper. Tae leans low when you try to squirm again. Her teeth nip at your ear, a shock to your system that makes you leak a fresh gush of slick half onto Yoongi's lap.

You have to be spilling and dripping by now. You try and press your legs back together and hide but Yoongi keeps you spread.

“No pup, settle.”

Coming Saturday November 23rd at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below)

[spidori]

I'm hoping it's ok for me to toss my two cents into the ring, because this is the Tumblr Phandom and all, and this kinda gave me a vision vis-a-vis Danny (not) finding out he's the new Ghost King for the first time.

Imagine, if you will, some new rogue shows up specifically to fight Danny. We're talking after Reign Storm and The Ultimate Enemy, but well before the rest of the Phamily has come into their own and started helping the Justice League.

During the brawl the new Rogue makes some comment about how they'll defeat Danny and then claim their place as rightful king of the Realms. Danny probably doesn't think much of it during the fight- too focussed on being concussed and finding a way to beat this annoyingly powerful new enemy- but he remembers the comment later and something clicks about right of conquest and him having defeated the previous king and etc.

Cue Danny screaming off to Clockwork (in regards to how fast he's flying, you can't prove the ghost who flew by at nearly the speed of sound yelling for Clockwork was him! Totally a coincidence!) in his Tower.

Clockwork, the gremlin he is, reassures Danny that claiming the throne of The Ghost King of The Infinite Realms is not so simple as who can punch hardest. The people of the Realms themselves select their rulers, through their own sets of trials and laws yes, but also subconsciously because of how Ectoplasm responds to feelings. Extending from that- and even more important really- the saturation of the Infinite Realms with Ectoplasm actually provides the substrate for a group subconscious arising from all the partially shared emotional resonances bouncing around amongst and between all Ectoplasmic Entities. In other words, The Realms itself is actually conscious and sentient on a scale only perceptible to some of the very strongest and longest-extant Ancients, and that consciousness is what really conveys the Title of King of The Infinite Realms to the one it deems most worthy.

And Clockwork reassures Danny that he needn't worry, Pariah actually lost the Realms' approval long before Danny was even born (true) and a new king was selected by it as well (also true) and Danny didn't receive the title upon decking Dark in his not-so-kingly nose (also also technically true...) and the new King even has Clockworks full approval for the reign of peace and prosperity he will bring with his just, fair, and above all caring rulings.

What he's leaving out is that there was an extended period where no one was deemed worthy to rule by The Realms, a period which ended when Danny showed he was worthy, not by fighting Pariah, or even by showing the strength and humility to overcome his own worst self, but by the way he handled and immediately relinquished the absolute power of the Reality Gauntlet with zero hesitation.

So Danny leaves the Tower reassured that The Realms have tagged some ghost wise and powerful enough to be the actual new Ghost King, completely unaware that he's it.

Clockwork waits until he's back through the portal to laugh his non-existent ass off.

And Danny's an even better mediator for not knowing his position. The way I see it, the most important parts of any successful mediation are the parties feeling like their concerns were actually Heard and taken into account, and there being some means of enforcing the parts of the ruling that one or more parties don't want to cooperate with. Danny has the title and the power to enforce whatever he wants, but since he sees himself as just some guy he approaches every argument with a level of humility and openness that means everyone actually gets their full say. And he's actually trying to help while not thinking he has any skin in the game since he doesn't even know they're technically his subjects, which only helps to make his rulings all the more fair to all parties.

Clockwork probably slowly but surely brought others in on his little prank. I bet Dan was actually first, what with his apprenticeship and all, and that it was the first step to him actually starting to like the old coot. At this point, Danny's just about the only being- living, dead, or otherwise- who is both regularly involved with his existence and doesn't know he's King. It's not like anyone would tell him; they're either way too scared of angering Clockwork, think the joke is far too funny (and getting funnier the longer it goes), or want Danny to be able to half-live his half-life without the stress of knowingly carrying what is quite possibly the single heaviest crown in existence.

Then there's Clockwork, who has one other reason he's hiding this from Danny beyond the latter two of the above. Clockwork can see how this is the perfect training for Danny. I mean, thunk about it, Danny doesn't think his words actually carry any weight, which means he's getting the perfect chance to practice the hardest part of the job (making decisions which will impact his subjects in all kinds of ways unforeseeable to anyone but Clockwork) without any of the stress which would make him second guess himself. By the time he learns the truth there will be an extensive record of his fantastic judgement and conflict resolution skills to drop in front of anyone who would question Danny's capability as Ghost King, including (especially) Danny himself.

Everything is exactly as it should be, indeed!

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

[crimsoncandy04]

It's been a while.

You know what that means? 😏☺️

Time for The Unwilling Sex Slave of The Balladeer pt 4!

After putting your son to bed one night with Wanderer's help, you decide to stay up late and form a plan on how to see Aether again without rousing any suspicion from your partner as you just knew for some reason that he'd insist on tagging along which would make the entire trip futile.

Aether hated Wanderer being with you for some reason.

And you needed to know why.

Because as far as you knew, Aether was being unreasonable and Wanderer was just some dude. A little snappy and standoffish at times but it's not like those things were a crime to display. Right?

You had an idea. But it depended on whether or not your nearly shattered electro vision still worked. Last time you tried to use it you were hurled backwards as the force of any attack it made seemed to be too strong to wield.

You just needed to go outside and get far enough away that the elemental traces wouldn't be too obvious and no sound could be heard. You couldn't leave any trail whatsoever otherwise Wanderer would probably panic and come looking for you and just trigger Aether before you even got a word in.

You had placed your old vision in a small wooden box on your nightstand just in case of an emergency. Getting it was no big deal because Wanderer was still in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner even though it was late (He had spent so long just trying to get Makoto to go to sleep). It's not like you did much housework anyway since Wanderer always made it clear that you were considered physically disabled and making you work too much reflected on him poorly.

You couldn't understand why your friend disliked him so much.

Wanderer was so responsible and considerate. Especially when it came to the fact that you were still trying to get used to using prosthetic arms and legs despite everything.

Wanderer would be distracted.

But he wasn't oblivious nor stupid.

You had to really watch your body language tonight and your expressions.

You slid your vision in your skirt pocket and stepped out into the living room.

Wanderer immediately looked up from the kitchen sink as he finished scrubbing a small pot.

"oh? Do you need something? I thought you'd be preparing for bed right now. Is something wrong?" He asked pleasantly. Still eyeing you carefully though.

You shook your head as you feigned an exhausted look.

"no I'm fine. I just forgot to water the radishes out back. I just want to do that before I forget."

"i can do it for you. Just go to sleep. You look exhausted anyway. Don't worry it's no trouble for me. You should go relax."

His eyes bore into yours.

Oh he knew something was up.

You had forgotten how scarily perceptive and intuitive he was.

You shook your head again.

"sorry I didn't want to come out here and lay more work on you. It's just one little task. I won't even be outside for more than 10 minutes. You already do so much. Let me handle the gardening stuff." You lied.

Wanderer suddenly stopped what he was doing and began to walk over to you. For some reason this made you feel nervous for a second but to your surprise, he passed right by you and went to sit down on the sofa.

"Come here. We need to talk." He pat the seat next to him. You slowly went to join him. He sighed as he turned away from you and rested his elbows on his knees. His hands gripping fistfuls of his indigo hair as he seemed to be silently debating something.

He didn't look at you. But finally he spoke.

"I know you're trying to go see your friend. I presume it's to ask why he doesn't approve of our relationship?" Wanderer's voice lacked more emotion than you were used to.

It felt oddly familiar to hear though.

"yeah. I didn't mean to be sneaky. But I knew he probably wouldn't tell me the truth if you came with me. I just want to know why he refuses to get along with you." You confessed.

Wanderer gave me a long silence again before responding.

"I can tell you. Or rather...Lesser Lord Kusunali can. I'll take you to her myself. But just...I have only one request."

"what is it?"

"The truth about The Traveler's anger towards me right now... might cause you a lot of stress. Please wait until you've had the baby before you let me give you the answers to all of your questions."

His voice sounded so tired suddenly so... defeated in a way you couldn't describe.

"Of course. I trust you. I know you'd do anything to keep me and the kids safe. We're your family after all. I'll drop the subject for now and wait a little longer." You smiled reassuringly at your partner. But he just continued to sit unmoving as his breathing began to sound a little shaky now.

"Wanderer are you -?"

"Please go to bed." He suddenly snapped.

"What? But I -"

"I'm not mad just PLEASE give me a few minutes!" He blurted. You froze for a second.

Was Wanderer... trying not to cry?

You knew when to stop pushing people.

And so without another word, you got up from the couch and went back to the bedroom he and you shared.

Your heart breaking for the man you loved.

What secret burdens did he have to carry that he kept you unaware of?

***Time Skip***

Many months had passed since your talk with Wanderer that night. Things went back to normal pretty quickly much to your relief. And it wasn't long before you were welcoming a baby girl into the home either. Since you had already given your son Makoto a very Inazuman sounding name, you decided to give your daughter a common name from your own homeland, Fontaine.

You chose Margaux. A family name that once belonged to someone who cared for you greatly before your work took you abroad.

And my goodness was your Margaux just as lovely as the maternal grandmother you had named her after.

She had your natural little pout and a full head of gorgeous raven waves. However you were a little disappointed (but not terribly so) to notice that she had her father's blue eyes.

Why did your children seem to be allergic to inheriting your physical traits?

First Makoto and his deep violet eyes and hair.

Now Margaux and her ocean blue irises.

It felt a little personal that the lives YOU carried always seemed to prefer the appearances of their fathers at this point but you just laughed it off and cherished them both nonetheless.

But finally after several long months of resting and bonding with your new baby, Wanderer had kept his promise to you and asked you early one morning if you wanted to go visit the dendro archon still and learn the truth about him and Aether.

You quickly agreed as you believed knowing the truth would help you rest easier at night and quickly you got yourself and everyone ready to go out.

This trip would prove to be anything but restful.

Makoto held onto his father's hand as the four of you entered the surprisingly large and cavernous sanctuary above the akademiya. Everything was bathed in a tranquil soft green and white. With floral patterns designed into practically all aspects of the structure and interior of the throne room which rested in the very center. Large marble walkways suspending it over a large opening below.

You tightened your grip on the sleeping baby girl in your arms as you looked down and thought about the fall that could occur if one weren't careful enough.

A small voice suddenly chimed out happily.

"You're here! And you brought your family this time! I've been wanting to meet these little ones for so long now!" A tiny woman with porcelain skin and hair the color of moonlight suddenly appeared behind you all. Her bright green eyes stared and marveled at your daughter as she rested in your arms.

"So freshly introduced to the world and already such a vibrant dreamer. I think your daughter will prove to be quite imaginative in time." She reached up as you knelt down a little to gently pat Margaux's tiny head.

This was the dendro archoness?

She appeared to be but a baby herself as she turned and waved Wanderer over. Reaching out briefly to hug Makoto warmly as he scurried alongside his father's feet.

"Such a restless young one. So full of life. You should be playing more. After all, don't all living creatures once born into the world require the gentle embrace of the sun and its enveloping warmth as they mature into themselves?" She eyed Wanderer suspiciously but not judgingly so.

"Something tells me your father is very reluctant to let you be on your own while outdoors for too long."

Wanderer averted his gaze as he pulled Makoto back a little.

"Tch. He gets plenty of time to run around. The only problem is catching him."

The small archon laughed a little at this.

"Sounds like a wonderful and healthy little one to me!"

Finally she returned to the topic at hand as she turned back around to face you.

"I'm Nahida. I don't believe we have ever been properly acquainted until today but Wanderer tells me so much about you! You sound like a very sensitive and empathetic soul." Her next words made you feel a little uncertain.

"which is why before I return your memories to you, I want you to promise me that you'll try to keep a level head after you learn the truth. I don't usually ask this of anyone directly, but I'm afraid the things that were removed from your mind are far more unpleasant than you believe."

Your body felt oddly cold.

Why was everyone acting like this would be so terrible?

Surely the truth wasn't THAT bad...

Right?

Upon Nahida's request, you handed Margaux to Wanderer and followed her over to the center of the sanctuary. A floating green orb of light floated just above the ground before you. It appeared to be made of pure dendro energy as the little archon guided the glowing shape towards you.

"if you're absolutely certain about this, and feel ready, just lay your hand upon the memory. Everything should be made clear to you soon after." Her eyes held a small glimmer of sadness as she gazed up at you.

Well.

It was now or never.

You reached out and gently touched the lost memory.

Suddenly you were plunged into near complete darkness.

"Who does that bitch think she is?" A voice of a young man spat as he paced back and forth in the dimness of what appeared to be some sort of factory made of Inazuman architecture.

"She'll be with him. Like always. This time, I'll make sure, she knows exactly who she's dealing with this time. Teach her to respect those who are clearly superior to her!" The man's voice rose and fell with his words as if he was angry but also on the verge of insanity.

You could feel...a strange longing and feeling of inner turmoil emitting from his very presence.

It scared you.

But what scared you even more was when he turned around and you saw his face.

"Wanderer?" You ask confusedly. He says nothing. Clearly unable to hear or see you as you hear the sounds of footsteps charging to the area from an outer hall.

Suddenly you became aware of what was happening.

Scaramouche. The Balladeer...had taken you hostage not long after the point in time you were seeing. But why?

Was that feeling of longing you felt for him... for you? Then why did he do something so heinous?

And was kidnapping you always a part of his plans? Why?

The memory continued on as the world warped around you and became some place else.

A cold and sterile hospital-like room. With your unconscious body laying upon an old operating table. You were still you...

Gloved hands fell across your body's stomach as you lay in your unaware state of mind.

"to think that it was possible... and that... you were almost gone too..." The strained voice of the villainous young man uttered softly as he caressed your sleeping form gently. Lightly rubbing your belly and even leaning down to give your unconscious lips and the small swell of your lower abdomen a little kiss before he turned to leave.

Pausing in the doorway as if he was hesitant about something. Finally you hear him mutter.

"it's better this way." Then vanishing before your world shifted again and the dream-like memory went on.

You saw yourself crying with Aether telling him every horrible thing you endured at the hands of the man who had an unhealthy attachment to you. You saw your mutilated body in the arms of your friend.

He did that to you.

Scaramouche had ruined you.

A coldness filled you as you were almost forced to accept bits and pieces of information that infiltrated your brain. Gaps filling in, certain feelings and thoughts making sense as you felt yourself crumple to the ground.

Utterly defeated and so...so so...

Angry.

But also full of a deep and heavy feeling of sorrow as well.

Because now you knew...why Aether didn't want Wanderer around you.

And in this unstable emotional state, you realized you both deeply loved and despised the same man.

It was too much for you to handle.

So you were thankful when someone came to distract you, and as you sat in a whirling void of flashing memories, you heard your voice suddenly call out to you.

"Are you satisfied now?" The clone of the old unmutilated you asked bluntly. Her feet came to stop just inches from you as she knelt down to your level.

"not really. I feel like knowing all of this has given me more grief than understanding. How could I possibly go back to my normal life after this?"

"Easy. Don't. "

"i have to. What about Margaux and Makoto?"

"well that IS a problem huh?"

"You're not helping"

"no."

The old version of you got to her feet again as she helped you stand on your artificial ones.

"YOU aren't helping us. We both know what needs to be done now. You can't continue like this. But you also don't want to cause your family any unhappiness."

She reached out and wiped a tear from your eye that had fallen without your knowledge.

"It'll be okay. I know you love him. You love your family and your life here that you built from nothing. But..."

She took your hands gently in hers.

"Do you have any love for you?"

Your world went white again then. You thought you had ascended to celestia for a second before you opened your eyes and realized you were laying on the floor of the sanctuary.

You slowly sat up. The little archoness Nahida was still watching over you carefully as Wanderer stood close by attempting to comfort both of your children as he assured them that you would be okay.

"I don't feel so well right now..." You whispered as your head still whirled with emotion. You struggled to your feet. Slapping Wanderer's hand away as he attempted to try and help you.

He said nothing. Immediately drawing back with a mournful look in his eyes but also somehow... accepting.

"thank you Nahida. As much as I would love to spend more time here today and talk with you...I really just want to go home."

The tiny goddess nodded understandingly.

"I'm sure everything you just experienced was quite taxing on you in many ways. You shouldn't feel guilty about wanting to give yourself some rest. After all, most humans tend to crave slowness after experiencing one or two deep emotional scars in their lives. To have relived everything that burdens your mind in one day, I can't imagine how tired you must feel right now."

You said nothing.

Instead as tears fell from the corners of your eyes and rage burned in your heart, you used the final ounces of your sanity to just make it back home in one piece.

You tore off your shoes and jacket in a silent fury. Discarding them both at the front door not even caring about them or your surroundings as violent thoughts race through your mind and more bitter tears fall.

That BASTARD.

That VILE and DISGUSTING man.

How could he...what right did he think...why the hell would someone ever...

The thoughts began and ended in the same second. Because despite everything else this evil man had taken from you

Your freedom

Your body

Your friends

Your life

He had also withheld the truth from you

And took your heart as well.

A piercing and agonized shriek of azure fury left your lips as you kicked the bedroom door off its hinges. Stomped inside the room and just sobbed as you took your anger out on anything you could find.

You grabbed and tore into the pillows on the bed. Knocked over the vanity and threw the chair across the room. You tore everything from the bookshelf beside the fallen vanity and hurled it into the wall then screamed as you finally grabbed the box on the nightstand with your vision inside and chucked it through the window. Scattering glass everywhere as the whispers of concerned passerbys could barely be heard in your ringing ears.

You collapsed to the floor then. Your entire body is shaking as your anger adrenaline crashes finally. It's then that you simply sit in silence. You look at the torn up room and feel both shame and despair.

None of it was real. Yet it most definitely was.

The man you loved...was the same man who had abducted and tortured you...the same man who rocked your two children to sleep at night...was the same man who had your body butchered to his liking and impregnated you against your will...the same man who was so kind and attentive to you and your family...was the same cold hearted being who killed for minor inconveniences...

You wished you had never met him.

How could you go back to normal after this? How could you pretend that you are still comfortable with your abuser in front of your babies simply because they didn't know the truth and would wonder why their momma doesn't like their daddy anymore?

You couldn't do it.

You just couldn't.

A strange feeling of detachment takes over your mind. What could you even do now? He had known the truth and purposely wormed his way into your life as much as he could and why?

Was it perhaps that he did love you in some sick and twisted way?

Or more likely...had he just been obsessed with you and deluded himself into thinking it was genuine affection?

You couldn't look him in the eyes after this.

But what choice did you have?

You notice something underneath the bed suddenly from out of the corner of your eye. A small glass vial full of extracted flower oils, herbs, and two different kinds of rare but local seeds. Together the concoction was intended for pain.

Pain you usually felt some nights in your shoulders due to a botched amputation at some point in your past.

If only you had known that the person who brought you that had been the one who originally caused you to hurt in the first place.

You were needed to feel numb.

You didn't know what else to do. Perhaps a small swig of the good shit would knock you out for a few hours and help you forget about the nightmare you live trapped in.

You brought the vial to your lips.

Sipping a little then waiting a few minutes.

A small tingling sensation in your body.

Just like the feeling of electro being used to snuff out your ability to think properly.

You take another sip of the medicine.

Your head swayed but the feeling of helplessness remained.

Another generous swig.

Another.

Another.

Just please take the pain away.

Make it go away.

Please.

You feel sick. You feel like your heart is beating out of your chest as you hear the empty vial fall to the floor beside you but you don't see it.

You can't see anything.

If felt like you were dreaming actually.

But you were still awake right?

Your chest hurt. In fact it felt like it was getting harder to breathe.

It didn't scare you through.

It felt... relieving.

And wasn't that what you wanted?

You felt like you were falling asleep as you heard something like distant voices shouting for you.

But you weren't anywhere close to them. It felt like they were so far away.

Finally... you felt...free.

Free from The Balladeer at long last.

[undergroundbillions]

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^^^^^^ !!!!!

There's so much I'd like to add but it would be carrying coals to Newcastle. Great post! (And a lot of great tag-rants in the notes, too.)

I did want to add one thought to this set of tags from @achromaticegoist, about the punch in particular.

It took me a long while to realize it, but not only is the punch reflective of a whole lot of things about Ford's state of mind on his arrival back through the portral... but, it also serves as some really interesting closure (and I'm not even sure the writers realized it).

In the episode, it's told out of order, so we see the punch FIRST. But later in the ep, when we see the fight that led to Ford going through the portal in the first place, what happens is that he and scan are scuffling, and there's that moment when Ford pushes Stan off with his foot and inadvertantly presses Stan against the glowing (apparently red-hot) symbol on the side of the control panel.

Stan screams in pain, of course. And immediately, Ford is suddenly worried, and contrite. He says, "Stanley! Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you alr-"

And Stan punches him in the face.

That punch is what sends Ford stumbling out into the portal room and falling against the activation lever; and landing inside the danger zone. Ford does get up, but before he gets a chance to say anything else, Stan shoves the journal into his chest, Ford begins to float, and the disaster unfolds from there.

We don't spend enough time thinking that, basically, from Ford's point of view (if he replayed those last moments over and over in his head, as he probably did), the last things that Stan did to him was: punch him in the face, and then shoving him into the portal. The latter was accidental (though disastrous); but the first kind of wasn't. Ford stopped fighting, switching to concern and apology. While Stan lashing out due to the pain is understandable, Stan's punch is what prevents the fight from being over.

Ford coming out of the portal 30 years later and immediately punching Stan in the face kind of creates a book-end with that earlier punch from Stan, doesn't it? Ford getting to hit back the way he didn't (wouldn't?) 30 years ago. (He stands up, but he just stands there angrily staring at and listening to Stan as he approaches. He doesn't try to leap at Stan again or try to wrestle him for the book, etc. Was Ford, effectively, done fighting the moment Stan got seriously hurt?)

As I said, I'm not sure the writers were thinking about that consciously. I don't remember hearing them comment about it (i.e. that Ford's punch was a mirror of the punch that Stan gave him 30 years prior). But I do like to look at what's written and think about it in terms of, these scenes are deliberately written, the way it goes and the details included are chosen, often at the end of a long process of collaboration. I think that what's chosen for the final version is always very interesting.

And I just don't often see people discuss that moment where Ford stops fighting, and immediately becomes worried and apologetic. Not least because, like... up to that point in the series, we haven't seen Stan be apologetic very often. A few times, yes! And it's always notable when he does it. It clashes with the exterior he presents to the world; the man for whom saying "Please" gives him physical pain, etc. Some of which is meant for laughs, too! And some of which is just the product of being hardened by experience and so on.

It tells us something, I think, that Stan truly getting hurt, and screaming in pain, is enough to end Ford's desire to fight. That even after 10+ years of estrangement, he's that ready to be concerned for Stan; and that he's that ready with an apology. Later reads of Ford (post-portal) will portray him as the man who won't say "thank you", and I have other thoughts and feelings about that. But getting back to this, it's the show's choice to have Ford stop their fight and make a slight turn towards a sort of reconciliation. When they could have easily just had him and Stan keep fighting and struggling and the portal turn on because of that. It's such an interesting writing decision; and I just don't hear people dig into what it means for the characters very often.

What's your stance on Ford as a person? Honestly, I believe that for thr majority of canon he is a bad person. But I believe he grew. Still not great though XD

(Love him anyways obvs)

I disagree entirely! I think he's equally as good a person as any of the other main cast.*

*Except Mabel, who, as we all know, is always right about everything.**

(**This is a lighthearted joke. For the love of god, I don't want Mabel discourse in my inbox.)

His biggest sins in the show:

After telling his brother that he was thinking about changing their shared life plans, and then discovering that his brother had gone to the high school that night for no good reason and gone to the science fair for no good reason and messed around near Ford's science project for no good reason and broke it and didn't tell Ford about it... Ford believed Stan did it intentionally and held a grudge for it. You know what, it WOULD be pretty damn hard to believe it was an accident.

Hilariously ill-equipped to cope with Fiddleford's mental health. A guy who responds to "I have anxiety" with "have you tried yoga, it helps me" isn't a bad person, he's clueless. "Character cheerfully enacts a bad idea while a loved one in the background goes NO PLEASE DON'T DO THAT" describes half the episodes of Gravity Falls.

Was successfully manipulated by a professional manipulator into believing his best friend wished him ill. Man, what a terrible person Ford is for being manipulated by a manipulator and saying cruel things to somebody he'd been genuinely convinced was trying to harm him.

??? Didn't say thanks to a guy he was still mad at after the guy fixed a problem he himself had caused. This is a solitary example of stubborn bad etiquette, jesus christ. There's half a dozen different reasons why it makes perfect sense Ford wasn't in the right mindset to feel grateful, this is not something worth indicting his entire character over.

He had high ambitions, which everyone seems to lambast him for, but high ambitions that wouldn't have required doing anybody harm! (Until the professional manipulator started manipulating him into harming the people around him, but we are going to demonstrate some reading comprehension and not blame Ford's underlying morality as a person for things he never would've done if not for Bill's bullying, con artistry, and outright lies.) Like, what is it that he wanted to do with his life? Use his talents to get rich and famous? Shit, that's exactly what Stan wanted to do with his life. It's what Dipper fantasizes about doing with his life. Even Mabel, who thinks about her long-term future the least, dreams big with her art & performances and is already making big money off cheap-ass commissions. What terrible people they all are, for—let me check my notes here—uhhh... unrealistically fantasizing about achieving success in life by doing the things they're good at.

When their dad accuses Stan of lying as a child, Ford puts his entire summer on the line to defend Stan even though he knows Stan is a habitual liar and has no reason to believe Stan is telling the truth this time.

When his new college roommate he barely even knows gets laughed at for proposing an outlandish scientific theory, his first emotion is outrage at this injustice and he drops everything to convince his already-despondent roommate that he was right and help him prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.

When he moves to a new town, he tries again and again to befriend his new neighbors, and fails not because he's rude or a jerk, but because he's awkward as hell, tells terrible jokes, and sucks at identifying phoenixes.

When Fiddleford gets hurt around him, he cares about it, feels guilty about putting him in that position, doesn't want it to happen again, and tries his best to help even though he's bad at helping.

When he gets kidnapped by a weird holiday folklore creature, he concludes without even thinking about it that he's now in charge of protecting and rescuing the kidnapped kids. Yeah, then he immediately starts hollering at the folklore creature for trying to impose his religious beliefs on Ford and the kids—but like, Ford was right tho, he just had bad timing.

When he discovers that the Northwest family committed atrocities against their poorer neighbors a century ago, his first instinct is to march up to their house, find the first Northwest he can locate, and give them a piece of his mind for it. Like, this won't even FIX anything. He's just THAT OUTRAGED over the injustice.

When he sees what he thinks is a fortune telling fraud conning the people, he attempts to debunk her because he's mad to see someone cheating other people with lies—and when he can't debunk her, he just leaves her alone rather than harass her about it. Typically, if assholes think somebody's doing something wrong but don't have any proof of it and fail to get proof when they look, they decide they're right anyway and keep giving that person shit. Ford doesn't give her shit. That's the opposite of an asshole move.

When he discovers his Portal To Knowledge (And Fame & Fortune) is actually a Portal To Doom (But Still Possibly Fame & Fortune, Maybe Even Godly Power), he isn't tempted for a second to keep working on it anyway. There is no moment where Bill manages to tempt him. No matter what Bill offers, no matter how long Bill offers, never, at ANY point, does Ford have a SECOND of "but what if I did make a deal with the devil?" the way so many heroes in similar situations often do.

You ever notice that? So often moral moments in the show are presented as choices the characters make. Will or won't Dipper give Bill a "puppet" in exchange for knowledge. Will or won't Stan fight a pterodactyl to protect Mabel's pig. Will or won't Mabel hand Bipper the journal. Ford is never given a "will or won't he" moment over Bill's threats, offers of friendship, or offers of infinite power—he steamrolls straight past them without a second of consideration—because, to him, the selfish, cowardly, easy choice ISN'T EVEN AN OPTION. He doesn't even SEE it as making a choice because the possibility of doing the wrong thing is invisible. A character who wavers first before turning Bill down would look more noble for "overcoming" temptation—it's harder to notice just how much stronger Ford's moral compass must be to not even feel temptation in the first place.

Greed and pride never tempt him to join Bill's side. Exhaustion, despair, and fear never tempt him to give up. He bears up under weeks, possibly months of extreme sleep deprivation, physical torture, psychological torture, emotional torture, threats of death, threats of brainwashing, threats to his family. He doesn't hold up so that he can pat himself on the back for being a hero—if that was all it was he would've gone "screw it, this isn't worth it and nobody would know I'm the one who gave up" a week in—he does it because he simply knows it must be done and because he's so isolated (half because of Bill's influence!) that he believes he's the one who must do it, all alone.

Thinking he has to do it by himself isn't egotism or pride; it's helplessness. He thinks no one else stands a chance. He thinks he's alone.

And, when he discovers his Portal To Knowledge is a Portal To Doom, he immediately feels guilty. No trying to deny the situation to protect his ego. No shuffling the blame off to someone else. No "maybe the apocalypse could have a silver lining!" No locking the door and trying to ignore the problem. He blames himself for being fooled—he IMMEDIATELY takes full responsibility for his actions—and he CONTINUES to take responsibility FOR THE NEXT THIRTY YEARS.

He takes more responsibility than is even warranted—he treats himself like he's an idiot for believing in an APPARENT GOD who's been practicing manipulating humans for thousands of years and who had never given Ford reason to believe the portal was anything but what Bill said it was. He beats himself up to no end every single time his past with Bill comes up. He even keeps beating himself up thirty years later when he's shoving warning notes to future readers in Bill's evil unkillable book!

When he falls into the multiverse, he dedicates his entire life NOT to finding a way to rescue himself, but to finding a way to permanently stop the CHAOS GOD who's still at the threshold of destroying Ford's world and countless others. He makes himself a hated criminal in the process, just to stop Bill. He's ready to spend the rest of his life trying to protect a world he doesn't think he'll ever see again. He does it because, as he sees it, somebody has to stand in between the children and the obnoxious folklore cryptid menacing them, and he's the only adult in this damn cave with the skills and knowledge for the job.

When he gets home, he doesn't tell his family about Bill and his quest because he's afraid that doing so will get them involved and endanger them too—and because he's too deeply ashamed of himself and his mistakes to stand the thought of his family knowing about the horrible things he's done (AGAIN, WHILE BEING MANIPULATED BY THE GOD OF MANIPULATION).

He loves his great-niece and great-nephew the second he lays eyes on them; he nevertheless tries to steer away from them to keep them safe from Bill; and yet he caves to the very first temptation to emotionally bond with his great-nephew he gets, because in spite of his noble "keep them safe" intentions, he wants so so badly to be close to his family.

As pissed as he still is at Stan and even though neither of them can look at each other without hissing like cats, he still makes an attempt to start bridging their divide by inviting him to play DD&MD.

When the apocalypse happens, he immediately puts his life on the line to try to kill Bill.

And when he's captured, isn't fazed for a second by Bill's offers or threats... until his family is threatened. The exact thing he'd been trying to avoid & prevent from the very start.

And when he's reunited with Fiddleford, his immediate reaction is to point out that Fiddleford's well within his rights to hate him—which isn't a new revelation, it's not like Ford had to do any soul-searching to reach this conclusion, he'd concluded that 30 years ago the instant he realized Bill had played him and that he'd been lied to about Fiddleford.

And then he tries to kill Bill again.

And then he's ready to sacrifice his own life to kill Bill—and the only reason he doesn't is because he has a metal plate preventing him from making the sacrifice... but, Stan doesn't have a plate. If Ford hadn't had the metal plate, he would have gladly done the exact same thing Stan did—and he would have thought it was right for him and only him to make that sacrifice, because it's VERY clear he feels (and has felt from the start) that this is all his fault and he's obligated to fix it.

Over and over and over, these are Ford's two defining character traits: getting so pissed off at injustice that his common sense shuts off and he goes into terminator mode until he's righted this wrong as best he can, even when he can't actually do anything about it; and feeling like he's Atlas, weighed down with the full responsibility of fixing everything he's done wrong and made to believe that, for everyone else's sake, he has to do it all alone. Even when doing so puts himself in harm's way, even when he has to put his entire life on hold for it, even if it might cost him his life. Scrape off his awkward social skills, his loneliness, his nerdiness, his endless curiosity, his zealous love of the strange, his starry ambitions, his yearning for recognition and success—scrape his personality down to the bone and that's what you're left with. A man who believes in defending the exploited so strongly that it makes him a little stupid.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume that you probably don't think Stan's fundamentally a bad person, and that you probably think that isn't even worth questioning. Stan's made a whole career out of swindling people, conning them out of as much money as he possibly can, stealing, lying, committing a long list of goofily-named crimes, and attempting douchy pick-up artistry on women; and to cap it all off, he held the safety of the entire universe hostage to demand a goddamn "thank you." Don't send me any "But he had reasons—" "But it was only to—" I don't need it, I don't want the essay, I'm not arguing that Stan's a bad guy, it's fine.

But. You can look at Stan's moments of cruelty and unkindness, his uncharitable thoughts, his character flaws, and think, "that doesn't define him. He's more than his cruelest moments and worst mistakes. He's imperfect, but he cares so much and his heart's in the right place, and beneath all the flaws his core is good."

And if you can't do the same for Ford, it's not because he's a worse person. It's because we got two seasons with Stan and five and a half episodes with Ford—and while we saw Stan yearning to fish with the kids or encouraging Mabel to whoop Pacifica's butt at minigolf or crying over a black and white period drama or punching zombies to save his family, we only saw Ford at the worst moments in his life and under the stress of a prolonged apocalyptic crisis—and, it so happens, all the moments he was pissed at the guy we spent two seasons learning to love.

Ford's got moments of cruelty and unkindness, uncharitable thoughts, and character flaws. But, at his core, he's a good person, and he always has been, and he still is.

[chuubian]

Girl dad Nanami

A/N: This is just a little drabble that I've been thinking of for a while! I'm working on a longer Arlecchino fic but for now I’ve been NEEDING girl dad Nanami.

Tags Christmas and Santa, soft Nanami

Girl dad Nanami who gently wakes his daughters up for the first day of school, brushing out their tangled hair and putting it into pigtails. He reassures them that it'll be okay. There's nothing to worry about, daddy is just a call away if anything goes wrong.

Girl dad Nanami who packs their lunches and helps them with their difficult addition homework every night, patiently showing them how to work through it.

Girl dad Nanami who pries his pocket-sized daughters off each other when they fight. Tiny fists curled tight, swinging at each other and pulling at their hair. All over a simple game of house. Reluctantly, he joins in, monitoring how they behave, and begrudgingly accepting his role as the baby.

Girl dad Nanami who is glad to have his daughters at home for Christmas break. The constant crying in the mornings was starting to wear on his poor heart. Listening to their soft sobbing as they were forced to leave their dad once again is too much to bear forever. He can finally take his time, cooking a big breakfast for them and finally getting them to cooperate enough to decorate the house.

Girl dad Nanami who makes sure to stay in the living room until midnight, until his girls could not possibly be awake. They're mischievous little girls who have tried more than once to open their presents ahead of time. He found them weeks before Christmas, trying to be discreet, giggling behind their small stubby hands. And when he's sure they're asleep, he goes into their shared room, which is decorated with a million stuffed animals, and presses a soft kiss onto their tiny foreheads. Then, he goes to bed, relaxing after a long day of dealing with his daughters.

Girl dad Nanami who helps his girls bake cookies for breakfast. Unfortunately, as children they have no sense of self-preservation and attempt to eat the raw dough. Multiple times. No matter how many times the man says no. Eventually he has to pry the bowl out of their hands and do it himself. When the cookies are done, they immediately try to grab them, burning their chubby fingers. Nanami sighs and runs their hands under cold water, soothing their little cries and wiping their tears away. You girls need to be more careful, don't act without thinking next time.

Girl dad Nanami who, despite their injuries, lets them decorate the cookies with as much icing as they'd like. It gets all over the table and their clothing, sticking to their cheeks- evidence of them sneaking mini tastes of it. The cookies look terrible. They have no fins motor function. But to Nanami it's the best art he could ever see. Because it's theirs.

Girl dad Nanami who finds comfort in venting to Geto when he gets to their house at noon. The girls had begged him for a play date with Mimiko and Nanako, and he finally agreed. The four of them ate all the sugary cookies they could. Even after telling them to pace themselves, they didn't listen and instead stuffed their faces with as much candy as they could. Once they got too out of hand, Geto cuts the playdate short. The whining doesn't deter him, as he scolds them for making a mess of someone else's house, besides, he has to take them to a family party.

Girl dad Nanami who sits them down in front of the chimney at midnight on Christmas eve. It took all day to style their hair and clothes, he was exhausted. But as he saw their excited smiles, he couldn't help the feeling welling up in his chest. Their hot chocolate is ignored, as their attention is turned toward the presents in front of them. Like rabid dogs, they rip apart boxes and wrapping paper, yearning for the presents Santa brought them this year.

Girl dad Nanami who finally puts his daughters to sleep at 1 A.M. They could hardly handle staying up so late, yawning in his face, but still swearing they can stay up more. When they eventually fall asleep on each other, Nanami carries their little bodies upstairs. They're tucked into his bed this time, under their new blankets and in their brand-new pajamas that they couldn't wait to put on. Drawn towards the heat radiating from him, they cling onto his arms. It's like he has two mega heaters surrounding him. He can't even move into a comfortable position. But despite that, he doesn't move. He doesn't want to wake them up. His daughters are more important than his comfort.

[lisharchivez]

Thank you so, SO much capturing and sharing the different chat/dialogue options with the LIs!!! I cant imagine how much time and work it takes but I’m so appreciative. Sometimes I take forever choosing a chat option but I feel better knowing that you’ll likely upload the alternative options for others to see.

Anon ,may your favorite snacks never goes out of production .

Working for one social act(post/chat) takes away 1/2 - 1 hour of my life . And I have made over 230posts 🫠🫠 and over 300 is pending now that I picked up both Xavier and Rafayel to stay up to date.

I do wish to wrap up everything as fast as possible.

My only gripe is that I am not discoverable. I believe it's not a unique experience to be curious about what happens in other options .But I am afraid many players who have this issue might not know that I am here trying to do it ,and that they can rest assured and proceed without the fear of missing out any responses.

There are some accounts I see that engage in posts regularly and it makes my day . But sometimes when I post and I don't see them then it makes me feel guilty ,perhaps the algorithm didn't reach them..should I tag them? Would that be appropriate?

I can not afford to promote my page with financial means either

I don't want more engagement as clout . I just want to reach more players and let them know that they can somewhat count on this page .

I still wish having a wiki was a better idea because then a lot of people would contribute and help around ,while here it's just me . And imagine discovering that the thing I am doing already exists and done better by a generous player💀I would burry myself and never come back🫠😭

I do appreciate all the support and appreciation I get . Thank you for being here with me . Thank you for seeing the posts . You really make my struggle worth it .

I am really in need of Players who completed the Bounty hunt lvl 9s with Rafayel Xavier & Sylus . I can handle my man zayne because I have higher affinity with him in more than one account . But I only have single account for rest . So please .Help .

If you cleared it with him , DM me for further information to co operate . You will be credited where it's due . Don't worry.

Once I wrap all these up I decided to change my Acc name too and probably open a Twitter account for this purpose..Right now it's only a dream 🫠

Once again ,thank you.

Thank you to 200 people that trusted my account throughout these months . I pray I never let you down.

Sincerely

Fay(admin)

[ri-writes-if]

I'm usually a Vezmancer, but this time I decided to try all the routes and Laz...my my my what do we have here? I love the Oracle being this morose, hissing wet cat to him, hitting him with the "Why are you doing this I'm doomed to die sooner or later, stop it, let me die in solitude" is just marvelous (I'm a sucker for that sort of thing). (I also love being able to just pick whoever without worrying about always picking that RO in other scenes).

I truly hope at some point we get to circle back to the loneliness conversation (for added angst maybe after Laz fs up and get to hit them with the "should've stayed lonely I guess" and idk turn invisible or into a bird/butterfly so they can't/won't look at us and fly off).

I do have a question, mostly because I can't remember what the warnings were prior to this chapter, but just how dark can we make the story? Cause I noticed that every time the Oracle starts to go dark, they immediately bounce back. Like with Argellan (apologies if that's not how it's spelled, I don't remember assholes' names out of disrespect lol jk I'm just terrible with spelling) they almost start to cry and then just don't. Or they feel helpless and then just get determined even if most options I pick are the passive/I deserve this and "oh well guess I'll die" options. I'm not complaining, mind, I get going down the major depression path is not something everyone wants to do nor is comfortable doing, and that's 1000% ok. Your story, I'm just here for the ride.

I'm mostly curious given the warnings on if those tags are for the other characters? Or if it depends on our sanity or if it can get darker later? To set my expectations if you will. No need for spoilers and if it makes you uncomfortable/upset apologies, please don't feel the need to answer.

Regardless I look forward to confusing all the ROs with my pessimism and chaos.

I’m glad you enjoyed Laz’s route! Thank you for sharing your thoughts 💛

I understand you might want more “depressing” options, but it’s just not the direction I planned for this main character. They can end up in a pretty bad situation if their sanity falls, but overall, their potential tragedy is in misinterpreting what they need to become happy.

The Oracle is someone who wants a better life. It’s at the heart of their character. Every decision they have been making their whole life is pushed by this desire. They might be doomed, but they’re not going down quietly. They will force themselves to get up even when the situation is bleak, and that was the point of that moment—to show that they don’t allow anyone/anything to beat them down easily. They never have, and that’s why they’re still alive and trying to not just live, but live well.

Their developing arc isn’t “I want to live love laugh” vs “I’ll die so everything’s meaningless”, it’s more like “I’ll become a better person against all odds and find my place” vs “I’ll take what I want by any means necessarily even if it makes me miserable”. That’s as much as I can say without spoilering things.

So yeah, they’re not staying in the gutter. We’re actually at the point in the story where they begin to pick themselves up and take control of their life.

For the warnings—it’s mostly for what the Oracle encounters, though some of it will apply to them if you go down a particular path. Let’s just say… they might end up in a worse situation than they’re in now, you know? 🌚 Perhaps you'll enjoy that route! :)

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

I just want to update everyone on my thoughts, and ultimately, my decision going forward.

I don't want to feel miserable when I write. I don't want to feel guilty when I see everyone having fun, doing my best to "catch up".

While I will write a response for my Sweet Dreams mini event (as so many people have responded to their invitations), I ask that no more content be made for them. They were a wonderful ship, and a joy to think about, but this isn't what I want for myself, or Lydia.

I want a ship that I truly love, with characters I adore. I want to be happy, to gush about my faves and my ships without worry of pleasing others.

From now on, I will be focusing on my own happiness, and making the ships I want. I will take measures to ensure my happiness and comfort, such as blocking those like my ex-friend (people who compare or belittle the OC x Canons of others).

Lydia will be shipped with Idia and Trey, either separately or in a love triangle. If you're not ok with that, please feel free to block me. Likewise, for my own comfort, I may not interact much with other OC x Canon content featuring Idia or Trey (due to past experiences). This doesn't mean we can't be friends/mutuals, or that I don't support your ship! They deserve all the love (especially Trey) lol ♡ This is just for my own comfort and peace of mind, and (hopefully) a temporary decision.

Note: This is not referring to the ships of my friends/mutuals, like Jan's Diya. This is moreso referring to people/ships I'm unfamiliar with (so I apologize if I don't interact with your posts ♡)

I apologize to all of my friends for putting them in this situation, and I can't thank them enough for all of their kind words and support. I hope you will understand my decision going forward, and that you will continue to support me (and my ships) ♡

Thank you! ♡

Tagging: @crystallizsch, @cheerleaderman, @offorestsongs, @viperbunnies, @skriblee-ksk

@anbaisai, @fell-e, @midnightmah07

[aventurineswife]

idk if this one is a little too dark or anything

but as a req i liked the idea of a dissociating!reader x aven, who always tries to be there for when it happens. 🤍

i hope in some capacity this made sense 😓 (and i might be calling myself out a bit here oop-)

on an end note-i hope ur doing well and remembering to take care of urselfff!! 💕

I'm With You

Summary: When you experience dissociation, Aventurine stays by your side, offering quiet comfort and patience. Through his gentle presence and soft words, he grounds you, bringing you back to reality and reminding you that you’re never alone in the struggle.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Dissociation, Fluff, Established Relationship, Gentle Aventurine, Emotional Support, Reassurance, Intimacy.

Warnings: Themes of dissociation, implied mental health struggles.

A/N: It's completely fine, anon! It's not dark at all! And don't worry about it, I enjoy a bit of challenges (not really lmaoo). Remember to take care of yourself too!!

The cool, dim evening has settled, casting long shadows over the room as Aventurine sits beside you, his arm resting gently on your shoulder. You’re barely aware of the world around you—an unexplainable heaviness has clouded your thoughts, and the sense of reality feels like it’s slipping away, leaving only a distant, hollow feeling. You’ve been here before, in this numb, detached place. And though you can barely hear or feel it, Aventurine’s presence grounds you, his hand warm and reassuring, like an anchor in a storm.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice low and calm, like a thread trying to pull you back. You don’t immediately respond, but his words have a way of finding their way through the fog. “You don’t have to say anything. Just let me be here, alright?”

Aventurine’s presence is steady, warm, filled with patience. He sits beside you without demanding your attention, offering quiet comfort, his fingers lightly stroking your shoulder. Slowly, he reaches over and takes your hand, wrapping it in his. He knows how the dissociation pulls you away from the present, away from him, and yet he never resents it. Instead, he finds ways to help, little reminders that you’re here, that he’s here, that you’re not alone in this strange, untouchable place.

“You know,” he starts, a small smile gracing his lips, “I saw this mooncake the other day that had a little cat face on it. It looked so…well, I thought it was too cute to eat. I even took a selfie with it.” He chuckles softly, and the gentle sound of his laugh breaks through your haze, if only a little. “Imagine that, me, a mooncake, and a cat face. Pretty ridiculous, right?”

You blink, and the faintest hint of a smile plays on your lips. Aventurine notices, and he gives your hand a small, comforting squeeze.

“There you are,” he murmurs, his eyes full of warmth and relief. “You don’t have to come all the way back to me yet. I’ll meet you wherever you are.”

It’s strange, having someone who understands like this, who doesn’t push, who knows how to reach into the quiet, lonely parts of you and make you feel seen, even when you’re fading from yourself. Aventurine is still holding your hand, tracing circles over your knuckles. His touch, his presence—it’s grounding, a small reminder that you’re tethered to something, to someone who cares for you deeply.

After a moment, he speaks again, his voice still low and soothing. “You’re so much stronger than you realize, you know that? But you don’t have to be strong all the time. You have me.” His words wrap around you like a warm blanket, softening the edges of your dissociation. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Bit by bit, the room starts to feel more tangible. You’re aware of his arm around your shoulder, the light pressure of his hand in yours, his steady breathing. You turn slightly to look at him, his familiar, comforting smile waiting for you.

“Thank you.” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but Aventurine hears it. His smile widens, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Always,” he replies, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “For as long as you need, I’ll be right here.”

You settle back into his embrace, feeling the weight of his arm, the warmth of his presence filling the spaces that felt empty only moments ago. And for the first time in a while, you feel safe, at peace in the comfort of his love, knowing he’ll be there, no matter how far you feel from yourself.

[rottenherbs]

Hi there!

I think Draco would be slightly changed being in love, but I really believe he would still be at least a little toxic and even territorial in a relationship because he was never shown healthy love.

So will you write about a toxic!Draco getting jealous over his Ravenclaw!reader girlfriend.

Thank you if you do, and if you don’t thank you for reading this!

Word count: 595

Tags: slight possessiveness / public altercation

Summary: REQUEST ABOVE

Authors note: short simple one. thank you anon for requesting! I’d love to do a more dramatic one perhaps! It felt like a good quick read with a happy ending ~~

Much love, Saige

// Requests Open //

It took Draco ages to let you go anywhere by yourself. At first you accredited it to young love, but after a while he would persistently walk with you wherever he could. He’d even make the truck up the castle to the Ravenclaw common room every morning to greet you or wait for you outside of the witches restroom. You found it sweet and attractive that he cared so much for you, but deep down you missed the privacy and freedom that came with being alone. Sometimes it felt like he was more your bodyguard than your boyfriend.

One day it all just boiled over. Absolutely frustrated with transfiguration class, you rushed out of the classroom unknowingly passing draco in the busy halls waiting for you. His hand reached out and grabbed your forearm as you passed, his grip tight stopping you abruptly. It hurled you around in a frenzy only making you more upset.

“Darling you-“ Draco started

“Draco please!” you ushered at him. His eyes widened in surprise - you were not one to have a verbal altercation in public or honestly at all.

“You have to let me have time alone. Trust me to get places on my own.” frustration spilling with every word. You watch as his grip lessens around your arm, your words landing heavily on his subconscious.

“It feels like you can’t trust me.” you whispered. The hallway rushed with students as you and Draco stood almost stuck in time. His eyes iced over and visibly glossy.

“I do trust you it’s just-“ Draco sighs. He couldn’t find the words to explain his feelings. It took him a minute trying to get you to see this in his point of view, but he realized that he truly hadn’t left you alone since the moment he asked you out. He took a step back and looked at you.

“I'm afraid I don't trust myself.” He finished; his hand releasing your forearm all together, his fingers holding your palm in place.

“I have a hard time being alone. I worry all the time about everything. About you. About this school. About outside this school.” His hand becomes warm and clammy in yours. Your eyebrows were still furrowed in frustration but you listened intently to him.

“I have no control over so much of my life I've tried to control us.” He whispered disappointed in himself. It felt like a light turned on in his brain soon overcome with his actions.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. I am so sorry.” He leans and brings you into his arms, his chin resting on top of your head. You relax into his body embracing his warm embrace.

You sigh before replying. “It’s okay. I promise it’s okay.” You feel his body tense as you speak.

“It doesn’t mean that I don't want to spend less time with you,” You shift your gaze up, taking a step back to look him in the eye.

“But sometimes I have to do and figure things out on my own.” You reach up rubbing your thumb across his cheek, still a small look of sadness as he looks down at you.

“I love you. I love your protectiveness and I promise I value every part of you.” You whisper, not breaking eye contact. You only wanted some time alone, not to break up with him. A small smile creeped over his face.

“I love you darling.” He planted a small kiss on your forehead and brought you back into a hug,

You’d never give him up, no matter what.

[jesuis-assez]

I know we’re all struggling with this endless hiatus and the lack of new content, so I thought it would be fun to resurrect the #chenfordchats that were circling around the fandom earlier this year. (I can’t remember if you were here at the time, but you can search that tag to see what it’s all about… it’s basically just a Q&A.) We previously did a question on favorite Tim Bradford quotes, so this time let’s do Lucy! What are your favorite 3-5 (or more if you want) Lucy Chen quotes from the entire series 😊

I started watching the show in February of this year 🤔 Ok. More like binged. It took me a LONG (I do mean long) time before I decided to watch The Rookie. It was the gif-sets on tumblr, that first had me interested. It seems this is where I do my show shopping 🤣.

Although, I had been following people, who were\are invested in the show, or rather Tim and Lucy. I've been here in spirit since the pilot. I remember seeing gif-sets going that far back. Well into...

Lucy saving Tim on her SECOND SHIFT (not first)

Them sharing a drink together in what could be their final moments on earth

Lucy pranking Tim on her last day as a rookie (There were a few people upset that this meant they'll never bring them together)

The prelude of romantic chenford in 3x14 with Tim undressing Lucy with his eyes in her green dress. All the flirting that happened there.

The almost kiss in 4x01 with them lying awake in separate rooms with thoughts of each other, wanting to give in and go to the other.

Tim pranking Lucy in 4x21 and people uncertain whether they were actually going there with them

Them finally kissing in 4x22 with everyone losing their minds and few people worried that the show might not get picked up for a s5

Their undercover episode in 5x01 and everyone excited to see what will unfold from there.

I had no context. I literally thought these two were like every other cop show, where they were just partners. Partners who had feelings for each other, that they just hadn't realized it yet. I had no idea they were training officer and rookie, then eventually friends\partner\co-workers.

So, I had been lurking for a long time. I already knew everything that had happened with Tim and Lucy. I knew they were together and I thought... Well, now is the time. Kind of a... You don't want to start something, unless it feels right kind of thing? I also didn't want to watch, get invested in them only for them not to be together.

My first gif-set was around the time that Tim and Lucy broke up 🤣 I came along during the chaos of that. I do remember chenfordchats coming back after season 6 wrapped up. I was a part of that briefly.

And I remember favourite quotes between the two of them being a prompt for the Lucy\Tim appreciation event. At the time, I could only think of one quote that really resonated with me from Lucy, which was this one:

Bare with me.. I do not feel very wordy today 🤣 So imma push through that.

Lucy spent the entirety of this episode feeling that she had to prove she was strong enough to be able to testify against Rosalind Dyer. That this is something she had to do. That's always been Lucy. She's always felt like she has something to prove. Either to herself or to others. Feeling that she's not good enough. Or that she'll let others down. Whether that be to her parents (Where this likely stems from), her career, Tim and working undercover. And to see her come to that realisation that this is something that she doesn't need to prove to anyone was such a powerful moment. For her to own that.

Tim's words from 2x12 having had such an impact on her, to have stayed with her all this time. Those words still providing her a sense of comfort and empowerment. To see her step back into her own power, after seeing her touch that tattoo all episode long (something she always does, as sort of a habit. Her way of reminding herself that she can get through this as well. Get through another major ordeal) , a permanent reminder of what she went through. It's like she uses that as a way to draw in some strength needed in the moment. But, also it being a reminder of her being able to turn that truly horrific and traumatic event in her life into something positive.

That she survived that. That tattoo no longer being a representation of her being a 'victim' of this only being something that was done to her, but rather a survivor, who can handle any challenge or battle that comes her way (because she is capable and has proven that many times before)

I dug a little deeper, and managed to come up with at least five more:

That is exactly what Tim needed to hear in that moment and the right thing she could've said, as someone who hasn't been through that. Especially someone who is coming into this from an outsider's perspective. Tim's sister had a completely different experience of abuse to that of what he experienced, despite living in the same household.

I really feel that Genny emotionally invalidated what Tim went through. She completely trivialized his long-term trauma of abuse from their father, because she came out of that differently. She found a way to reconcile with their father and come to terms with everything that happened, so therefore he should as well. Just the lack of empathy and how insensitive she was towards him to force this issue on him. He needed to deal with that in his own way, or at least have the choice (even if it's unhealthy) to not deal with it at all. The audacity she had to show up at his workplace and demand that of him, to unpack all of that trauma for her convenience. I won't delve into this extensively.. Maybe some other time, if I even remember or want to 🤣

But, in a nutshell... Lucy's influence, empathy, careful choice of words and understanding of who Tim is as a person is what allows Tim to see that he and his sister need to be a source of support for each other during this. Y'know... It not being so 'one sided' where it's only about Genny's feelings about their childhood and what she wants, to the point of Tim's feelings being disregarded.

And then there's this scene: ( I'll touch on it a little bit)

I love what Lucy says to Tamara here. This is a scene that really cultivates Lucy's character. Who she is and the kind of cop she is and continues to aspire to be. Her ability to see people for who they really are behind the masks they show everyone else. Her way of being there for others and never giving up on them. Showing Tamara through kindness and empathy, that she has better options and that she is someone she can trust. There is better out there. Lucy was really someone Tamara needed in her life, someone who genuinely wanted to support and help her. She didn't write her off as just some troubled youth, but as someone who was really struggling. A kid in need. In need of family, friendship, support, love, guidance, kindness.. a home. All these things that Lucy would eventually give her and effectively change her life for the better. Ooh .. I teared up a little bit on this one 🤣

Honorable mentions:

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Thank you for the ask 💖✌ You are a very beautiful writer, may you never lose your love for that and always feel connected to it . [x] Your story here is beautifully written as most of your stories often are. It's the one I instantly thought of, when your writing came to mind. The first story of yours that my mind happily stored away.

The plot for this being so unique and wonderfully crafted to wove together a truly beautiful piece of writing. I hope you feel incredibly proud of your writing, as your newest stories reflect how much dedication and growth that has transpired since then.

[eventide-imp]

There is nothing that exhausts me more and makes me feel depressed like seeing other disabled people say I don't deserve to enjoy things. Because you were asked to make ONE very simple and easy accommodation? Tag for flashing lights? That's not worth your time? And to use the fact that you don't get adequate accommodations as the reason why you deny someone else? To be an ASSHOLE about it! To block someone because they asked you to protect someone who shares community with you? I now have to worry about cat videos and interact even less because...why? Why??? Because you're mean and hateful and think you don't owe your community some basic courtesy?

I literally saw this post on the book of face after having a seizure that woke me out of a nap. I'm still in post-ictal, and my brain is still unbalanced, so another trigger like one of my big two (flashing lights!!) Would send me into another one. I've been in status epilepticus before multiple times, and each time puts me at higher risk of it again and that means risk of brain damage and WORSE.

But the general consensus even among leftists and other disabled folks is that epileptics just shouldn't be on the internet or play games or watch shows and movies, basically don't own a screen of any kind and don't you dare question whether flashing lights and colors and glitch visual effects can be toned down or are even really necessary because artistic vision!!! You have no right to demand someone change their artistic vision! You have no right to ask your friends to use different gifs so that you can participate in the group chat! How dare you! How SELFISH. Sorry I don't want to go to the ER and frighten my kids because I wanted to not be isolated today.

[lady-bluebird-luv]

Thanks @popjunkie42!

I'm tagging (if you haven't been tagged already) @rosanna-writer, @xxvalkyriesxx, @xxsolar-writesxx, @belabellissima. No pressure of course :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

17!

2. What's your A03 word count?

274,812

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Most recently ACOTAR but also lots of AoT.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Dark Side of the Moon

The Summit

Self Sovereignty

Deal Me In

New Age Incubus

These are all AoT fics, and I'm not sure if any of them have aged well 😅, but they'll always have value to me.

5. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I haven't actually written the ending yet, but this isn't a spoiler, so I'm going to say 57 Rose Street.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Maybe either In the low lamplight or The Summit.

7. Do you get hate on fics?

No! I think some of my really old stuff has a few critical comments, but I wouldn't call them hate comments.

8. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes, I love writing smut :) Especially smut with lots of feels. Or stuff that can get kind of borderline/intense/dark.

9. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

No. I thought about writing a Die Welle AU for AoT, but I never really had the time to get around to it. It's still in my WIP folder, though. I also thought about doing a Gentlemen (as in the 2024 Netflix show) AU for ACOTAR, but I'm not sure how well the ACOTAR cast would lend itself to the Gentlemen's world and plot points.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't! I've thought about writing German translations for some of my works, but I think I should focus on my current WIPs first haha.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I'm not opposed :)

13. What's your all time favorite ship?

Ereri will always have a special place in my heart, but Feysand might have usurped it, at least for now...

14. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

I genuinely want to finish all my WIPS, but When the Fever Breaks is my lowest priority :'). I was using it to work through some personal stuff, and now I don't feel a need to write about those experiences much any more. Which is great for me, but... yeah. Less great for that fic's update schedule.

On a lighter note, No More Dreaming Like a Girl is my top update priority. It's just one of those fics where I need to take my time to sit down and reaaaally sketch out all the plot points before I start publishing more chapters, and I haven't had a good moment recently to do that.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Banter (although I'm recently feeling a little rusty in this department), smut, and angst with a happy ending.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely slow burn fics, building tension, and plot development in longer works.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it! I really enjoy it, although I know it can make works a little less accessible.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically Crime and Punishment (so... the Dostoevsky fandom?), but the first fic I ever published was for a novel called Hush, Hush. It's definitely still out there on Fanfic.net, although I don't remember the name of the fic...

19. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I don't have a favorite child! But Daddy, fuck me like you want to fuck capitalism was a blast to write, and it's usually the first fic of mine that I show my IRL friends.

20. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Sometimes I worry that my responses will get a little formulaic, but I love comments, and I want to make sure the people leaving them know that.

20 fic writer questions

thanks for the @melting-houses-of-gold; and I'm tagging @cauldronblssd @missfckingfortune @popjunkie42 @beesays @witch-and-her-witcher @wilde-knight

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 14

2. What's your A03 word count?

382,021

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just ACOTAR for now!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Flame of Autumn Your Eyes Whisper Have We Met The Hope of Spring --- A Heartbreak in Mid-December

5. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

every single thing to come. One day I chose violence and decided to write a one shot of the Lady of Autumn burying Jesminda's body.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Literally all the others because I am a SAP at heart haha

7. Do you get hate on fics?

Honestly, no. I have been so lucky, and people are always so lovely and kind and supportive.

8. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I dooooo. And even though it's been a year, every time I do it my brain is like "you're going to JAIL" lmao

9. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't, but I have a Mor/Asterin fic outlined that I hope to get to in 2025! I love Throne of Glass so much

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No hahaha no one is stealing my shit LOL

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but am open to it!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Timeloop! :)

13. What's your all time favorite ship?

It changes! If we're sticking with ACOTAR, I love writing feysand and elucien, but I love reading gwynriel and elucien most.

14. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

LOL, my poor, overflowing WIPs folder. I would love to revisit the Azris I started this past summer and abandoned.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I would say details and descriptions? I think I have a lot of adjectives lol.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ugh BANTER. And certain smut haha.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not opposed! I love to read it.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

The Matrix, we pretend we do not see it though.

19. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Hope of Spring is so important to me as my first, but I think Flame of Autumn is my favorite.

20. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always! I am always just so glad people took the time to read, let alone leave a comment. I have made some really lovely lifelong friends in the comments sections of fics. :)